So... someone (Yoshi...) requested I do a ToxicBoltShipping fanfiction (that's Koga x Surge for those who don't know) so here it goes... This isn't gonna be a one-shot, but maybe have 3-4 Chapters... Anyway hope you enjoy!
English is not my first language so mistakes may slip in... Feel free to point them out.
Comments, suggestions, insults, manifestos and rants are welcomed :D
Chapter 1: Wounds
“Raichu is unable to battle,” said the referee, “The victory goes to the gym leader Koga.”
Koga saw the challenger’s head drop and calmly walk towards the unconscious electric pokemon. A lot of thing puzzled Koga about the trainer in front of him. He was older than the average challenger. Koga guessed he was in his late twenties. Koga also noticed that the trainer’s speech patterns were a little bit off and that he clearly wasn’t native of these parts. There was something unsettling about the way he stood, the way he walked, the way he talked. Koga could feel that beneath the challenger’s cold and brawny exterior there was an uneasiness and indecisiveness. Koga’s eyes were fixed on the blond trainer as if he could see through the chinks in his armor by just looking at him.
The gym leader was brought back to reality by a hissing sound. He shook his head and recalled his Arbok back to its pokéball.
“Thank you Arbok,” said Koga, “that was another great battle.”
Koga was about to walk over to the challenger to compliment him on the battle, but what he saw made him stop dead in his tracks. The challenger dropped to his knees. His entire body was shaking as if each spasm was an attempt to fight back the tears forming behind his eyes. Just as Koga was about to call out to him, he heard the strained voice of the trainer.
“I’m sorry Raichu,” said the defeated challenger who picked up his pokémon and ran out the gym door.
Koga was captivated by how much the trainer seemed to care about his pokemon. He was quickly brought back to reality by a loud crash followed by the sound of soft sobbing coming from outside the room.
“Janine,” screamed Koga as he sprinted towards the open door.
Once in the corridor, his eyes first went to his seven years old daughter clutching her leg. He knew that she usually liked to hide behind the door and spy on his gym battles. When his opponent ran through the door he had run into her. He wiped the tears of her rosy cheeks with his crimson scarf while holding his daughter tight. He was startled when he heard his challenger sobbing behind him. He turned around to see the blond man in tears cradling his hurt Raichu.
“I…” started the trainer, “fell on him”
Koga walked over to him put his hand on the trainer’s shoulder. Surprised by the contact, the trainer almost instinctively pushed the gym leader away.
“Sorry…” started Koga, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“I just don’t like to be touched,” answered defensively the blond man.
Never once letting go of his injured pokemon, never once taking his eyes off it, the man rose up clearly in shock.
“Is she okay?” he started in a trembling voice, “I didn’t see her. I’m sorry.”
“That’s quite alright,” said Koga as he picked his daughter in his arms and started walking away, “Come with me. I have some medicine for your Raichu.”
Both men walked the empty hallways of the gym in silence. Koga was pondering why he went to such lengths for this trainer. He didn’t usually help challengers this way but there was something about this one that intrigued him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but there was something about this challenger that bothered him. Perhaps it was the way he clutched to his injured pokemon. Koga’s eyes lingered on the injured Raichu resting in the trainer’s two strong muscular arms. The gym leader himself wasn’t sure which held his attention more.
“What am I doing?” thought a blushing Koga as he tried to push those thoughts away.
Koga first stopped in front of Janine’s room and told his daughter to get ready for bed.
“I’ll be back later to tuck you in,” protectively said Koga, “Say goodbye to Mr…”
“Surge,” said the blond as he picked up the hesitation of the gym leader, “Call me Surge.”
“Good night Mister Surge,” timidly replied the little girl halfway hidden being her father’s legs.
Surge nodded and answered the little girl with a pained smile which prompted her to run inside her room. Koga nodded to Surge to follow him to the infirmary. Surge gently put the injured electric pokemon on the stainless steel table. Koga moved over to retrieve some ointments and balms from a cabinet on the other side of the room. As Koga was examining the Raichu’s wounds, he saw it wincing a few times.
“He’s been poisoned,” said Koga, “don’t worry, I have the antidote here.”
Koga turned and addressed a comforting smile to Surge, but he saw the blond trainer completely lost in thought.
“How do you know so much about healing pokemon?” Koga heard the defeated challenger say.
“It’s part of my ninja training. We had to learn to use different types of poisons and how to counter them with the right antidotes,” matter-of-factly answered Koga.
Surge stared is silence as he watched the ninja treat his pokemon’s wounds.
“Not again,” he thought, “I can’t lose you too Raichu.”
Images kept flashing in Surge’s mine, images of a past he desperately wanted to forget. A shadow crept on his face as the setting sun slowly tinted the room in a golden hue. Surge was brought out of his reverie by the sounds of the gym leader removing his gloves.
“Your Raichu will be fine,” confidently said Koga, “He just needs to rest for the night.”
“I can’t thank you enough. Had anything happened to the little guy, if anything…” trailed off Surge.
Both men stayed immobile in silence as they watched the electric pokémon fall asleep. Both desperately wanted the rodent’s breathing to become more regular, more peaceful. Koga looked at the man standing next to him clutching on his pokémon’s paw. Koga noticed his eyes closing slowly at close intervals.
“You should stay here for the night,” said Koga, “Follow me, I’ll show you to the guest bedroom.”
As Koga followed Surge outside of the infirmary, he turned around to close the door. The gym leader then moved down the lengthy corridor that travelled the length of his gym. The ninja turned right as they had reached their destination. Koga set his hand on the wooden frame of the paper door and slid it open. Once inside, he installed a futon in the middle of them room and swiftly made the bed.
“Please rest here for tonight,” said Koga as rose up and motioned to leave the room.
Koga left the room and as he turned around to closed he saw the blond trainer remove his shirt and throw it on the floor next to the mattress. Koga was breathless as he could see pearls of sweat sliding down the trainer’s back. Koga slid the door close before his guest could turn around and see his now rosy cheeks ablaze.
As Koga walked back to his daughter’s room to tuck her in and wish her goodnight, the image he’d just seen kept flashing into his mind. He tried pushing it away but at the same time, he wondered what bothered him so about it.
Koga entered his daughter’s room and found her in pyjamas, ready for bed. He sat on the bed and tucked her in.
“Do you want me to read you a story?” dotingly asked Koga.
His daughter nodded. He never needed a book. He always invented stories when it was Janine’s bedtime. She loved to hear stories about noble samurais and tricky ninjas rising to ruthless feudal lords. Every night, she’d be transported to the battlefields of centuries past where a pure hearted warrior’s sword would cut through entire armies to protect his fair beloved; she’d be swept by stories of assassins garbed in shadows investing fortresses under the cover of night; she’d drift into sleep to her father’s loving voice. Janine always loved these moments. These were the only times she saw her father smile; where she saw some twinkle in his eyes; where she was sure, beyond any doubt, that her father loved her.
Once he made sure she was asleep, Koga rose and left the room. As he entered the darkened hallway, he took precautions to not make the floorboards creak. He stopped first by the infirmary to check on his injured patient. The gym leader wondered how long it had been since he’d taken care of someone else’s pokemon; since he’d actually put his skills to use.
“Has is really been eight years?” thought Koga.
While Koga had trained all his life in the ninja arts, the time where actual assassins stormed castles was long gone. Nowadays, ninjas studied how to adapt ancient techniques to modern warfare. They learned how to use pokemon to disorient and hinder their opponents. He now used the same tactics on his opponents to a lesser extent in his gym battles and the pokémon sleeping in front of him was living proof of how effective they were. But he’d turned away from that world eight years ago when the woman he loved told him she was expecting a child.
“Chiyome…” thought Koga wincing at the very moment the name came to his mind.
Satisfied with the pokémon’s condition, Koga turned off the lights and left the room. He walked back to his room. As he was about to open the door to his room, he heard a noise coming from the room opposite his; Surge’s room. He slowly turned around and walked towards the guest room. He heard a pained muffled cry and tears. He recognized the deep voice of the trainer he’d invited to stay. He slid the door to the trainer’s room open and entered in the shadowy bedroom. Koga saw the blond man trashing around in his sleep.
“Not again… get away…” whispered a still asleep Surge, “I can’t lose him too…”
Koga kneeled next to his guest’s mattress. After unsuccessfully calling out to the slumbering stranger, the gym leader tried to gently shake him in order to wake him up. Koga hesitated before putting his hands on Surge but seeing the feverish face of his guest, he knew he had no other choice. Koga grabbed Surge’s shoulder and started delicately rocking him to snap him out of his nightmare. As he felt the ninja’s fingers touch his skin, Surge’s eyes shot open and in a moment of panic, he gripped Koga’s neck and held him against the wall. Koga could see Surge’s blue eyes being lit by anger.
“No not anger,” thought Koga as he realized that what he saw in Surge’s eyes was fear and confusion.
Koga felt the man’s grip tighten around his throat. Almost unable to move, Koga tried to wriggle himself out on this bind but to no avail. With his arms he pounded on Surge’s chest desperately trying to grab to his naked assailant, to push him away. He felt his right hand grab unto small metallic object that he yanked off almost by reflex.
“Surge, please…” said the distressed gym leader, “You’re… hurting me.”
When he heard those words, Surge’s eyes shot wide open as if he’d suddenly remembered where he was. He immediately completely let go of Koga and stayed kneeling on the floor completely immobile. Koga rose up and had to muster all of his willpower not to hit the man in from of him but something stopped him. The kneeling man in front of him was sobbing profusely.
“I’m sorry,” started Koga, “I heard noise coming from your room and thought you were in pain. I only wanted to check up on you.”
Koga turned away and left the man crying on the floor of the guest bedroom. As Koga closed the door to his room, he finally felt safe.
“This is what you get for helping people,” thought Koga.
As he removed his scarf, the gym leader realized he was still hanging on to the two small metallic objects he grabbed off his guest. He opened his right hand and noticed two small military dog tags.
“So he was in the American army,” thought Koga, “a lieutenant at that…”
After putting the tags next to his bed, Koga removed his clothes and went to bed. As he tried to fall asleep, he wondered what the army man had witnessed; what he’d gone through. Koga uneasily went to sleep as questions flew around his head.
“Who is this man?” Koga asked himself, “Why do I care so much about what he went through?”