The Devil's Angel-Part 1 Legalities-All character in this story are copyright Yasmin Saaka unless stated otherwise. Please do not steal or take these characters without the permission of Yasmin Saaka. Pokemon is copyright Nintendo, Gamefreaks Inc., and Creatures. Author's note-Wow..I actually wrote a chapter! ^^; Yeah, I know, I'm a lazy arse-so sue me. Anyway, this is a pretty good opening to the story hmm? Oh wait, you haven't read it yet! Hehe.. Comments are always greatly appreciated so, send 'em in! To: shadowseeker16@yahoo.com. Hey-what are you waiting for, read on! He had swore revenge, but had never done it. They had named him Ikari, meaning hatred due to his demeanor towards them. He really didn't care about it-the only thing he could think now was for the pain to stop. Physically and mentally the agony came.....from beating him to viewing Takeshi's death, his own master whom he had loved...over and over again. They called this "testing" and when he tried to escape or even resist the "testing" they, would punish him some more.. During this time, Ikari had noticed some other "pokemorphs" that had joined him. This was odd for him because he had never in his life seen those type....he hadn't even seen any other pokemorphs except him before. The scientists themselves were odd too...ranging from small pokemorphs to humans. But they were all alike...just his captors. He brushed those thoughts off, and began thinking of other, more "important" things. They had began teaching him how to "speak human" as they said. Ikari hadn't noticed that Dr. Tanami was speaking in his language when he had first encountered him. She had been wearing a weird device that enabled her to do that at the time. The whole painful lessons were I waste of time, then, he thought. If they could talk to him in raichu, then why force him to speak their language? Especially when, if he got a word wrong, the machine that was hooked up to him would shock him giving him more of the pain he grew to despise. One day, Ikari couldn't take it anymore. It was during his training time, when they sought to increase his energy. One of the TR scientists placed a helmet on him saying that this would "help" him to concentrate on his power. He had always hated training. They set their own wild creatures on to him to see how he would defend himself. Like a stupid animal. But this time it would be different. This time they would atone for the pain they had caused him.... "Training- Level 5. Prototype "Ikari" 005 against prototype 661.", the loudspeaker blared out. Ikari got in his usual stance, waiting for the enemy to attack first, his fists sparking with electricity. "Prototype 661 released. Start count-10, 9, 8, 7, 6....", Ikari looked at his opponent. As usual, it was a failed experiment from past days.. He didn't really know where they came from, he had figured as much. "3...2..1! Begin!" Ikari sought to figure out what type this one was. A blast of energy flew past him as he thought over this. It was either a psychic or an electricity type..... ********* Haruna looked over at Ikari. His process of fighting was improving, this was good. She flipped her pencil nonchalantly in her hands, there was no need for note taking yet. Just had to wait for the right time. "Onshi-sama, nothing is happening yet. Are you sure about this?", one of her students named Chudoku asked her. She snapped back at the female nidoran'morph, "Do not underestimate my abilities with experiments, student. This will be a success, and you should be taking notes about this instead of questioning me. Remember that the human race is more advanced then you morphs and you should look up to them as your creators, not peers." "I am sorry, Onshi-sama. I will not question you again.", Chudoku said. She then sank back down into her seat and began taking notes. Haruna, smiled yet again. These pokemorphs were too easy to control, and that was why Ikari intrigued her so much. She wouldn't say that she was his 'mother', but most definitely his creator. Now if only he would notice what battle this was.....then it would be perfect. She laid back in her chair, waiting for that moment. ********* Ikari couldn't understand it. Everytime he tried to attack, something in his soul would tell him not to. And the enemy's attacks were getting more intense. He sent a thunder wave right over his feet, just to knock him down. {Just for me to see....} ********* Haruna suddenly jumped from her seat. It was working! She anxiously watched as Ikari's curiosity got the best fo him. Ikari was a funny type, as when he was first morphed they mixed his blood with that of a psychic, just to see what would happen. The results said nothing about it showing up in him, so this greatly excited Haruna. ********* Ikari cautiously walked up to his oppenent. He was down and looking out of it, so that gave Ikari an advantage on him. Still he couldn't beat him without see exactly WHAT he was. In all of his other fights he knew what he was fighting, this was the first one that he had no clue. Little did he know that he would regret his curiousity. He looked at his enemy and screamed......it was Takeshi. {"Don't worry, Takeshi.....I will pay them back for they did.....I swear, I will."} The words screamed through his head as he backed away from his former master. He didn't know what to feel, at this moment he was blank. That is...until the rage came. ********* "YES!", the room echoed with Haruna's voice as she jumped up and hugged whoever was close to her. It worked! The experiment was a success! ...But then she stopped in horror. She knew what seeing Takeshi would do to Ikari, that was the expectation. But she realized how big his power was...they were in the wrong place at the wrong time. She feared his power was too great for the research walls to handle. "Chudoku! Give me the microphone, NOW!", she screamed in panic as she looked at the screens that were monitoring Ikari. His energy scale was at a 500% which was half way to the power that would end them all. Chudoku hastily gave the microphone to her professor. Haruna quickly switched it on and shouted, "Attention. Attention! All must evacuate the research room in an orderly fashion! I repeat, all must evacuate the research room in an orderly fashion! Do not panic.", but this was all a lie. They really should panic, she thought. Looking at Ikari again she paniced even more. His body had a visible aura around it....like a psychic. She had caught his attention.....he was looking straight at her. This was bad. {Oh.....shit.} ********* How? That was the only word that was ringing through his mind. They said he was dead! Takeshi was supposed to be dead! They lied to him....they were going to die. It was at this point he saw his maker. Dr. Tanami. She was the first one to be eliminated. But then he thought back to Takeshi...he knew he couldn't kill him. But he had to, and that even hurt him more. His former master would soon wake up and it would take more time to destroy him. Out of frustration he sent an powerful energy wave through the room. Little did he know that the room could not handle anymore of his power....it started to crumble. And there was Dr. Tanami, with a look on her face that Ikari thought he'd never see-fear.... Fear. That was it. That was what was keeping him from destroying Takeshi. He made up his mind, in this world, fear didn't exist anymore- Takeshi was long dead. He lifted his hands and charged them with the electricity for the final blow as the building crumbled..... The building collapsed with 2 people alive within it. Haruna and Ikari. ********* "No.", he sighed, obviously getting annoyed. "But you have to! I can't tomarrow...please? I'll clean your room next time!" "Uh uh." "Moron! You_are_going_to_ring that frickin' bell?! Ya hear me??!" "Ack-! Do you..really think..I'll do...it now?!" The raichu had her hands on her brother's throat, choking him in frustration. She was a lively type, with maroon hair and fiery red eyes, whilst her younger brother, being an oddish was more of a conserved individual, with his wise yellow eyes always staring down at her. She hmmped and took her hands off his throat. "Okay, Yabu. You win this time.", she suddenly fell down on her knees, apparently crying. Yabu walked up to her, his blank expression never leaving his face. She looked up at him rubbing her eyes. "All I'm trying to be is a good sister..I just wanted you to just grant me one good favor, but NO..you're too selfish!", she broke down 'crying' or as it seemed just making sniffling noises from the back of her throat. "Kizoku...", he held his head is his arms, shaking it. "You'd really think I'd fall for that, eh? I'm not an idiot! And I'm not going to ring the morning bell! It's your responsibility and anyway, I've rang it for you 4 times these two weeks! What'dya expect from me?!", Yabu frowned and crossed his arms at his fuming sister. Kizoku angrily stood up. " You grass-types are all the same! Never giving a hand to people who actually need it! See if I ever help you again!", she stomped loudly out of his room. Yabu sighed a bit and looked around his room, covered with art supplies and paper. "Maybe I should have let her clean my room...oh well." Once outside Kizoku stomped on the ground, out of frustration. She_hated_ringing the morning bell, she was either too late or too early to ring it and would be chastised anyway. Yabu, on the other hand knew how to organize his time so he'd ring it early, yet he was in charge of it- SHE was! Kizoku brushed a strand of hair from her face and started walking to the bell. "I swear if they shout at my again, I'll kick their-", she stopped suddenly, she was sure she had just heard a rustling of that bush over there. She stopped and listened. Nothing...must have been the wind. She started walking again and heard it again. This time she ran over to the bush intent so see what was there. She screamed and nearly fell over-it was a half-dead looking male raichu.