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    Default I've put it at the right place at last.. Pokemon: Twist of Fate

    Yes, I know bulbagardens and SPP are closely linked (I'm could be wrong and if I am, sorry) but I couldn't resist posting here. Admittedly, I am a bit of an attention whore and I've posted the fic in a number of places simply so that I can get as many people reading it as possible. I do appreciate reviews, preferably constructive criticism - positive or negative.

    I also kind of think the crowd here are more mature (well, posters seem slightly older) than those at Serebii's forums but I'm neither insulting or complimenting either party - I just find people seem to be too interested in journey fics at SPP sometimes. Whilst this is cheesily named, it is the first proper fic I've written (I wrote half a one shot and 3 chapters of an awful journey like story)

    EDIT: I do apologize for the first 2 times in which I made stupid mistakes. I hope I haven't cause any trouble.

    Pokemon: Twist of Fate


    Note: I don't own pokemon and most of the characters here belong to Nintendo, game freak or one of the other pokemon companies. The main character, Korijus, Tao and Jason do.


    The edge of his blade rested upon the curve of his enemy's sword, pressing it downwards to submission. Except there was no blade and no enemy. He clutched the handle of the sword as if his life depended on it. Except it didn't.

    His master smiled as if he'd been the meowth that got the cream. This was always the most satisfying part of the job, seeing all the time he'd invested in a student pay off. And if it didn't? Well at least his students wouldn't make the same mistake next time after he smacked them about a bit with a wooden sword.

    "Enough," he announced with a satisfied tone to the word. The two fighters relaxed a little, but only a little.

    He set the metre long shinai on the wooden floor, by his feet in front of him. His student did the same and the two stood opposite each other and bowed. They were standing in the inner sanctum of Fuschia's gym, a building someone once described as "looking like a Japanese restaurant". Believing the gym was a restaurant was as dangerous as it was ignorant. It may have been made out of wood and bamboo but the gym was so full of traps it was almost impossible to reach the inner sanctum.

    "You have done well," his master announced to him with a deep experienced voice. "Who would have thought it, after these years you've managed to outdo my expectations of you. I remember when you first made it here, you were just a boy. A small, clumsy boy." He chuckled heartily as he finished the sentence. "I feel you have not the same natural potential as the others, but you have something much better. Determination."

    It was true, he thought. When he first arrived in the gym he hadn't noticed the seemingly endless series of traps to deal with intruders. He still remembered whenever he fell through the first line of defence, panes of glass so clear they didn't appear to be there. He still had the scars to prove it.

    His student nodded at the comment. He was more determined now than he had ever been, he was on his own in the gym - the other students never really gave him a chance. They felt he was weak and inferior, regardless if he would prove himself otherwise. The only human friend he had there was his master, for company he had his pokemon.

    "I thank you Master Koga," he said accepting the half-compliment his teacher had given him.

    Koga nodded once again and smiled. They were both clad in the traditional ninja attire - well traditional at least for this gym, tunic, trousers, belt and sandals, all in dark colours of course. Around their necks they also wore scarves so long that they resembled cloaks.

    The room that they stood in was a room that Koga like to use specifically for sparring and often battles too. It was a large square room, and tall in the middle. The roof was tall in the centre of the room, but it slanted downwards at each side.

    At this point in time, Koga had been testing his student, a completion exam - a coming of age test for the ninja students only. It was a series of trials, set over three days. On the first day he had faced a intense obstacle course which he had to face blind folded. It was an almost impossible test of agility, dexterity and concentration, yet it had been surprisingly easy for the boy who sometimes struggled with tying his shoe laces.

    "Tomorrow is the next stage. The final test, I'd like to see how you battle these days eh?" Of course, he was referring to a pokemon battle. If this was any other day, with any other opponent Koga would probably be trying to psyching out his adversary. But this was different. Koga may have been a gym leader, but his pupil had always been an exceptional trainer. From day one, the student had always taught the master to play ball at pokemon.

    "It shall be one round, one pokemon each" Koga declared, as he faced his student. He was around the same height as Koga himself, an inch or two over six foot and with a toned build. His dirty fair hair was puffed out and upwards, in a fashion similar to the gym leader's but it stood taller and stretched out more. His bluey green eyes showed the coolness he had about him, but with an unexplainable intensity inside his mind.

    "Now go, young one - send the next one in," the master waved his student out.

    He bowed before turning towards the door. When he moved, he literally seemed to float, like some kind of Ghost. Each stride was another glide through space and time. Yet to him it was completely natural, he had no need to put it on. He left the room, into the less illuminated hall connected to it.

    As his master had asked, he nodded to the fellow student standing by the door. It was her. Janine. She was Koga's daughter, an only child. She was beautiful, she was strong, fast, agile. Janine, like him was a teenager and probably only a month or two younger. He thought about her sometimes, he wasn't in love with her or anything but she did look very very cute. That and the fact she didn't mock and insult him like the other students. The other two.

    There were two others, Tao and Jason. They ostracized him, with them about he felt like an outsider, some kind of freak doomed to be locked away from any sense of civilization. They didn't just ignore him - they mocked him behind is back, Tao seemed to make a game of it doing it for fun but not Jason. Whilst Tao said things in a jokey fashion to Jason and Janine, Jason was much more personal. Occasionally, Jason would say things face to face, but in a group he always said
    things loud enough for everyone to hear.

    As she went to went to enter the sparring room, he stopped for a moment. He thought about wishing her luck for a moment, perhaps he could break the silence. Silence, the ninja's greatest weapon. He loved it, he revelled in it but that did not mean he hated sound or at least human company. Janine, had rarely spoken to him, she fitted in with the other two but she did not take part in the same fun making the others made.

    He decided against speaking to her. It would only make her uncomfortable anyway. His journey continued down the hall until he reached an exit to the outside. He left the gym, calmly - albeit dodging a few traps on his way out. To anyone else, this might have appeared quite impressive but to him, it was an everyday occurrence.

    The air was fresh and sweet to breath. He loved the outdoors, it was one of the few things that kept him alive each day. He was allowed to sweat outside and he did so immediately. Koga had taught his students a technique to prevent themselves from sweating, or at least to control it whenever it could of caused a hindrance - the sound of sweat dripping onto the floor had been the downfall of more ninjas that one might think.

    He scanned the area, outside the gym. Fuschia's gym was in true ninja style, hidden. Located in the depths of forests, the trees shadowed it and those who managed to find it, often did it by accident. Koga liked trainers who sought to battle for the badge to work a little harder just to find the place. It was far from the civilized city of Fuschia itself, Koga occasionally allowed his students to venture out to the city at weekends to get supplies.

    Koga's students sometimes made a few friends in the city, but the sensei tended to emphasize that in life, you must only depend on yourself. The master had taught his students things that didn't conform with the usual ideals that a community might have. Koga wasn't a community.

    The clan was ancient, Koga to lead it and teach the arts on to future generations - he was no maverick teacher. Koga led the clan with discipline, it was his family - a family that adopted new children, but a family never the less. It seemed strange then that members of the family were taught to rely on themselves but it was a valuable lesson. The clan was to lie in the shadows, knowledge of it should not be passed on lightly.

    The teenager walked around the house for a little while, just to take in some air, then turned to walk over to a large pond. He was still sweating, he needed to release it all after that last test. Adrenaline still pumped around his body, he could almost hear the sound of his pulse pushing blood through his veins. It felt good. It felt very good.

    He reached for a few pokeballs on his belt, threw them down and released the occupants of them. There were four in total, each one held a different pokemon. Charizard, Scyther, Haunter and finally Feraligatr. He had always hoped to evolve Haunter and Scyther into they're more advanced stages but he was happy with them as they were for now.

    His pokemon and he had developed strong bonds over the years. Together they had been through a lot, whilst the teenager had relied on the help that his pokemon gave him, they needed him too. The four monsters had been trained considerably, their strength had been trained into them by their master.

    Feraligatr began to wade into the pond whilst Haunter decided to lurk around the area a bit. Charizard and scyther remained. The two had a friendly rivalry between them, it had developed from when they first laid eyes on each other. Their personalities were the same - both fierce and fiery, living to battle. Charizard was the boy's first pokemon. Well, it started from a charmander naturally of course. It was given to him by Professor Oak, who believed that the kid was going to be an excellent trainer.

    To an extent, he had become what Oak thought he would be.. but he was more than a trainer now, he was a ninja too.

    He looked at Charizard and smiled. Charizard, he had to admit was his favourite. Together, they made a great team and in the six years they had been paired there had been only one argument. The giant winged lizard blasted a spout of intense flame into the air to show his appreciation. Scyther too, sharpened his curved blade-like claws against each other, something he could only do in the freedom of the open air.

    The boy panted a little more, his body still needed more oxygen to repay the debt. He was very athletic but this was never an inbuilt thing. For about five years now had he trained but he had trained much harder than the other pupils. They didn't seem to need to train hard to be as fit as they were - everything seemed natural about their abilities. There was something different about him that everyone knew though, what it was they couldn't say but it was there.

    He let his pokemon out daily, let them get a little bit of exercise, often he'd have them battle each other or do other tests but today he only wanted to have their company. Each one of them was trained to a state of almost perfection, every time they trained they seemed stronger than the day before - yet they had defeated so many of their opponents it was unbelievable.

    The test he had just completed was a test of his swordsmanship, after several odd activities involving ropes, ribbons and targets he was to spar with Koga himself. Koga naturally went a little easy on his students, just a little mind. The wasn't master prepared to put on a full display of his skill - he didn't want to hospitalize the pupils now. A few hard bruises would suffice if they were too cocky.

    As they stood, joking and laughing dinner was being prepared. The kitchen was very close to the pond, he could easily smell what was being cooked from where he stood, a kitchen window lay ajar. He loved the dinner he had there. Koga's sister, Iya prepared the meals each day - sometimes she'd have the students help or Korijus, Koga's second in command would also lend a
    hand.

    Iya was really nice, she was about the only one he felt easy to talk to. She didn't mind him either, whilst the other students treated her with respect, he understood her problems and would listen like she would for him. Whilst Koga was like a father figure, Iya was just a friend but a good one. He guessed it was more than one human friends he had there. It was two.

    After a moment of consideration, the trainer decided he'd see if she needed a hand. He walked a few metres to another entrance of the house. The door was open, revealing a large pantry with traditional stove and cooking utilities.

    "Afternoon Iya," he said smiling by the door.

    "Well, how did you do then?" Iya said smiling back. Iya too was beautiful. She was shaped perfectly, the tight fitting ninja attire suited her curves perfectly emphasizing every incredible contour of her body. Her face shone like a star, like a light in the shadows the clan was to hide itself in, her beautiful green hair and blue eyes complimented it perfectly.

    Although she was young, she was the closest thing to a mother figure the teenagers had. Iya was only a few years older than the pupils but she was well respected.

    He nodded and made an expression that was close enough to a smile. She said he never smiled, but he had a nice smirk.

    "Well, I think - I passed any road," the teenager replied.

    "Good, now come and help make the tea," Iya said directing him to a set of cups and a kettle boiling on the hot stove. He washed his hands and got to work, preparing the drinks for the dinner. Iya returned to dealing with the dinner. The pupils needed a good meal after all those tests.

    After a while he kind of looked at Iya as she made the dinner. He found her really attractive and sometimes he couldn't help checking her out but he didn't mean anything by it. They were friends, good friends after all - he didn't want anything more but he was still a teenager and she was the only girl he ever spoke to. He continued preparing the tea and washing up any used plates until the dinner was finally ready.

    Korijus, Koga's second in command came in to help carry the meal into the dining area. Korijus was the same age as Koga, give or take a few years. He was a few inches taller than the sensei but he looked fairly similar to his leader if not a little darker. He asked the student how he did and nodded at his response, fairly similar to the one he gave Iya. The three of them carried dinner into a dining area and set it out on the table.

    The dining area was a fairly large room with a low rectangular table over a tatami. A few green plants were kept in pots around the corners of the room, whilst a round gong was used to announce that dinner was served. Iya and he set out seven plates around the table. Koga, Iya and Korijus would sit at one side of the table whilst the four students kneeled
    by the other side.

    Tao was a blonde haired, blue eyed boy who seemed to be the least serious of all four of the students. He smiled a lot, whilst Jason seemed to wear a face more of smug self-satisfaction than actual happiness. Jason was dark haired, his green eyes shone coldly, as if he was always thinking to himself. Tao was of a medium height, whilst Jason was taller - probably
    the tallest of all. Jason seemed to take a lot of instruction from Korijus.

    Iya sounded the gong and waited for everyone to enter. Koga was followed by Tao, then Jason and Janine entered. They sat down ready for the meal to be served.

    "Smells wonderful as always, Iya" Koga said in his deep sounding voice to his sister.

    "Thank you Brother," Iya replied.

    Iya poured tea into each cup, then revealed what was to be eaten - a delicious steaming stir fry to be eaten with rice.

    The students smiled, kneeling at the table as Iya served the dinner onto their plates with a large wooden spoon. She sat down and allowed her older brother to stand and make his pre-dinner speech

    "Well students, tomorrow you will take the final test. If you succeed, you will no longer be my students but my equals," he said smiling. "I won't hold back on any of you this time, so enjoy this meal. Hyzumi," he said before lifting the cup of tea to his mouth.

    He coughed, spluttered then uttered a weak scream of pain.

    He lay on the ground, by the table. Dead.

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    I feel I should point out that Koga's sister is named "Aya".

    Sorry I can't put forth an intelligent review right now, I've got a lot of stuff going down around here.

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    Well, I was also wondering about the spelling.. I checked on serebii's and she's listes as Iya which is confusing. For my fic, I'm following serebii's spelling. Here's chapter 2.

    Chapter 2

    Note: Once again, I do not own pokemon and I thank it's creators for sharing such a brilliant world with us. I do own the main character, Korijus, Tao and Jason however. THEY'RE MINE! MINE I TELL YOU!

    The shattered remains of the tea cup lay oozing out the dark liquid that once remained in it. The fresh tea seeped by the sensei's side staining the floor like blood refusing to flow. The dark scene was so nightmarish, so unbelievable that they could have little idea that the once great ninja master had suffered fatal internal injuries.

    No soul in the room was left untouched by shock, they had just watched Koga - their master, a man who had become a father figure for so many of them. The sound of his body hitting the ground echoed in their ears, serving as a wake up call. It was a call that told them that no-one was immortal. No matter how many traps stood in the way of intruders, no matter how well trained you were - everyone had a weakness.

    Iya was the first to see if he was alive. She knelt and checked his pulse with her index and middle finger at his cold wrist. Still gasping she checked if he was breathing too. Both were weak, his failing brain still forced him to continue taking in oxygen but it was barely enough to keep him alive. And his heart - it pumped blood around, but his heartrate had fallen well below a safe level.

    On his lips, small trickles of cooling blood had emerged from his insides making things seem even more obvious than they already were. For Koga was not only young but he was conditioned to an almost super-human level. It seemed impossible that he could be having a heart attack and as for a stroke, well he rarely seemed stressed out. His meditation made him devoid of any real tension and he allowed very little to get to him. But one thing he did have more so than any of the other Gym Leaders was enemies.

    Iya turned her attention to the liquid that slowly seeped through the tatami. Placing the same two fingers she had used to check her brother's pulse, she brought up a small sample of the contaminated tea to her nose. She sniffed lightly and her face was more panic stricken than it should be for any ninja. Seeviper poison.

    No longer could she be near the frail form of her brother; she shook involuntarily as she stood up and walked away. As she did so the others gathered around the poison stricken body of their leader, seeing the same thing as she did. The tea-maker stood there nearly frozen. His face described his sheer disbelief perfectly and he could barely move for his legs prevented him from examining what the others saw. He was supposed to be strong - he was supposed to be a ninja; prepared for death, prepared for suffering and excruciatingly painful moments. It was all to clear that he had not abandonned his fears - the effect this was having on him was huge.

    ---

    Janine looked at her father's form. This had to have been a dream, there was no way it could be real. Her father couldn't have died - he wasn't supposed to have. Koga's pale body looked troubled, restless yet all it could do
    was rest motionless. Not a tear dripped from her eyes, she couldn't cry - why would she? After all, there was nothing to cry about, she'd wake up in a moment.

    It would take some time for her brain to process the fact that this was no dream. No nightmare could be as real as this. She didn't know how she was going to react. Her father had always tried to prepare her for the fact
    that he wouldn't be around forever. Koga had always offered his daughter a normal life, whilst it was his dream for her to become a great warrior - he cared for her so much that he let her make the decision if she wanted to
    train in the ninja ways. It had been her choice from the begining to become like he was. At that moment any part of her mind that wasn't knocked out by emotion tried to think of what her father would do in the situation.

    It was as if she could hear him calling out to her "Be strong". She just hoped the message to override her emotions when they urged her into weakness.

    ---

    Watching eyes would have seen Jason's reaction but few could have described how his outward appearance reflected his inward thoughts. For his eyes focused not on his master's failing body, but on the air around it instead. Jason was not a vessel of compassion, perhaps of honor and understanding.. but he had long scince accepted the way of the ninja and felt little for loss of life. It would be wrong to say that he was not upset by the man who had become like an adoptive father to him, but one would describe him as looking angry rather than sad.

    It was as if someone had taken something from him - like some had stolen an expensive toy. Jason had a great deal of respect for Koga as one would expect but there was a great deal of distance between master and apprentice.

    For all intensive purposes,Jason was an excellent student. He had amazing potential and listened to every word said but he had but one flaw - his unwillingness to accept his own failure. Jason worked to be the best, always aiming to better the other students. Koga however taught that he should only try to better himself.

    Jason was possibly the only one there who could think clearly in the crisis. It was as if he was prepared for this moment, like he felt it was going to happen. He knew what had happened. He knew exactly what happened and he wasn't going to be afraid to say it - someone had to. Turning, he directed his verbal abuse to the one responsible for it all, the one who had prepared the tea.

    "You. You did this!" he said with his voice raised, emanating a touch of sheer hatred - sheer malice. As he stood there, directing the embittered attention to the culrpit, Korijus moved towards the evil doer preparing to confront him.

    ---

    They all stood there, looking at the tea maker. Their eyes said different things, each of them asked different questions. Except for Jason's. For Jason's pointed eyes asked no questions; they simply directed every drop
    of liquid hate towards his rival. Tao, Iya, Janine, Korijus and Jason. They were all against him now.

    Adrenaline surged around his body forced him to answer the fight or flight question; with the first answer. It was his basic instinct to live that ordered him to do what he did.

    At last, his legs began to allow him to move. He was sweating, intensley - a sweat that no amount of special exercises would stop rolling out of his pores. In one movement, he span around towards the nearest exit and sprinted.
    His paniced strides were fairly clumsy, his arms moved in such an irregular movement that any normal person watching at this precise movement would have laughed hysterically. He didn't know what exactly he was doing, he didn't have time to think, not clearly anyway.

    As blood pumped to his head, his vision blurred even more. So much so in fact that if he didn't know the floor plan to the building step by step blindfolded he'd probably have ended up with a severred head. As it was he triggered a series of small explosions as voltorbs dropped left right and centre, self destructing behind him. He couldn't stop and if anything the force of the blasts propelled onwards more.

    Even if there had been time to absorb details about the familiar surroundings that whizzed past him, they would have flown right over his head. For right then and there, he was like an enraged tauros rushing towards a red flag waved in it's face. Except it wasn't rage that was acting up in him - it was desperation.

    He headed for the room that he slept in, travelling a flight of stairs connecting from the long hallway he had just ran through. Forcing the door open with his shoulder, he entered and got what he came for. His sword rested upon his flat bed in the centre of the room. He grabbed the sheathed blade and made a dive for the nearest exit. The window.

    Strangely, the feeling of the glass shattering against him felt slightly relieving - as if all of his emotions at once could be expressed in physical terms. It was if all the tension had been released into one massive destructive
    force. Except he knew that the tension had only just begin. The shards of glass fell behind him as he sank through the air. He had fallen threw a window before, but this was different - for he felt no pain.

    His body descended effortlessly through the air between the second storey of the house and the ground beneath him. With his right hand he reached for a pokeball on his belt. He cupped it, the round shape fitted perfectly in his hand. He dropped it towards the ground as he had jumped, the flame patterned exterior declared exactly who was inside. Charizard. If he had time, he'd thank his quick wittedness for remembering to recall his pokemon before dinner - he had almost forgot that he had.

    The ball hit the ground before he did and it's inhabitant emanated as soon as the release mechanism had sprung the ball open. The winged lizard took into the air, preparing it's back for it's master to land upon. The bond between them that allowed them to share their thoughts declared exactly what they had to do. The fire breathing dragon swiped it's container with it's tail into the air for it's owner to catch and then beat it's wings ascending upwards.

    He looked behind him once more before they left. Back at the house he had called home for so long. But he knew that that it was no home to him anymore. It was more hostile than it had ever been.

    They took off into the night sky, without second thought

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