Chapter 206: The House of Lavender part 1

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[ Author Note: This is buried alive's backstory and for those that didn't get it, the title of the chapter is a reference to the 1960's House of Usher. What, I am a movie nut? ]

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[ 500 Years Before Present Day ]

The first Emperor of the Ransei Region, Qin Shi Huang, sent several hundred people to the Kanto Region to search for medicines of immortality obtained from the bulbs of the mysterious pokemon, Bulbasaur.

The entire continent that would later form the Kanto and Johto regions was divided into 17 different states which were at war with each other.

Unlike the Hisui ( Sinnoh ) region where people feared pokemon, the continent of the rising sun was a place where humans viewed pokemon as nothing more than objects to be used for war.

When Emperor Qin Shi Huang's goal was made known to the different Lords.

A race to gain the favor of the Emperor had started between the different states as the illusive pokemon Bulbasaur was hunted down.

The search for the elixir of immortality had resulted in innumerable problems for the weak who feared the Lords and heralds for their ability to command pokemon.

In the spectra state ( Lavender town region ), one such victim of the crusade was Kunihiko Yuyama whose parents had been killed since they supposedly knew of the location of the Bulbasaur Garden which was later on found to be false information.

Left alone in this world Kunihiko Yuyama did his best to survive.

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Kunihiko Yuyama had come across many bins in his lifetime. He'd seen them used for shipping, storage, selling, burning, and - most commonly - rubbish, but never in his three decades gracing Mew's bountiful world had he met a bin that chirped.

The orphan stopped, considered the silent can with suspicious intrigue, then shrugged and took another step. It chirped again.

"Either I'm hittin' the sake a little too hard or I'm losing my mind," Kunihiko Yuyama thought aloud, blinking at the offending object.

Having lived his life surrounded by vermin of all kinds, Kunihiko Yuyama was well aware that it couldn't have been a Raticate by the sound it was producing; so in the interest of preserving his sanity, he ventured closer for a peek inside. 

Laid atop discarded bags and rotting food was a wounded Eevee. Its ears drooped and its legs immobile, Kunihiko Yuyama would've mistaken the poor creature for dead if not for that pathetic chirp it barely managed to produce during dehydration. With every forced burst from a labored breast, the sound weakened, an instinctual last attempt to cry for help. It angered Kunihiko Yuyama to think of some cruel bastard wounding the defenseless pokemon and leaving it for dead, wilfully blind to the suffering they'd caused. 

With a tender touch, Kunihiko Yuyama picked the tiny Eevee up. He plucked a couple of maggots that were attempting to eat the poor Eevee alive and tucked it close to his chest for warmth. It was so small its head was shorter than the length of Kunihiko Yuyama's index finger and Kunihiko feared he could crush the thing to death if he held it too tightly in his palm. It didn't even have the strength to struggle, paws flapping pitifully twice before it sagged in his hold. "You'll be alright, lad," 

Kunihiko promised, noting its gender with barely a glance. He must've stumbled on hundreds of dying or dead creatures throughout Spectra, rarely stopping to usher them toward death or a doctor, but this one had chirped its way to hold on to him. He couldn't leave it to its fate any more than he could finish the job. 

Carefully, so as not to crush or snap anything delicate, Kunihiko coaxed eevee under his shirt until its body rested against his jugular notch and its head hung over the top of his signature scarf, tiny hands clutching the red fabric. He hoped his body would keep the creature warm enough to survive the walk home, taking purposefully well-lit and populated streets to avoid unwanted attention. The last thing Kunihiko Yuyama needed when transporting his unorthodox passenger was for some alley Meowth to call it an easy meal. 

It was daft to get attached to anything in his line of work, doubly so when he was the leader of the Guard. Anyone outside Spectra couldn't quite cope with the idea that monsters roaming the lunar hours and those within the Guard were both under his command and likely to meet an untimely demise at any moment. The same went for small Pokemon. Growlithe and Meowth couldn't defend themselves when the fangs and claws of the wild pokemon ripped through them faster than a blade through a baby. It was a harsh life lesson Kunihiko Yuyama had learned from losing his family as a child reinforced when his adoptive father eventually fell on the maw of such a houndoom, passing the mantle onto him. If he'd had any sense he would've fished the Eevee out of the can and sliced it in half for a quick end or let it cling to the railings of the temple yard and wished it luck in the impossible endeavor to survive. He knew Eevee tended to nest in groups, at least from the rare contact he'd had with them, and that when pokemon left their friends behind it was usually because there was nothing to be done. The world was unforgiving; sentiment had no bearing on reality. It was lucky the damn thing hadn't bitten him by now, as most pokemon backed into a corner were wont to do. Regardless, Kunihiko Yuyama couldn't bring himself to give up on the Eevee trembling against his skin. 

Back at base, Kunihiko Yuyama removed his scarf with the Eevee still clinging to it and laid it on his desk, finally getting a good look at her in the light. Her eyes were closed but her chest was moving with fearfully rapid breaths, body warmed up significantly. Its fur was a beautiful red-brown that darkened towards its face, seemingly a perfect match for Kunihiko Yuyama's own fashion choices. "Yer a lady that knows how to dress, eh?" With his patience in mind, Kunihiko Yuyama covered his window and lit a candle by the desk to somewhat keep his eyes on his new friend. "And what shall I name you? I'll have to think of something. Can't let you run off until you're better, can I? That'd be like putting a Growlithe out in the dead of winter. Scared of me, aren't you?" He stroked a finger along the Eevee's spine from top to bottom. "Starving too. I might have to go to the library. Find out what the hell I'm supposed to feed you. Nobody here is going to know. Maybe… Nah. You don't want a bunch of big blokes poking you around, do you? They'd only end up feeding you to the Raticates. I'll figure something out." There were a few more maggots that had to be picked off and crushed, burrowed under its wings and making Kunihiko Yuyama's skin crawl to think of them falling off under his clothes. There didn't seem to be any breaks or bleeds, which made him more than a little fearful of internal injuries. Anything more complicated than bruising or scrapes and he was out of his depths. He folded the sections of his scarf the Eevee wasn't laid on over its body like a makeshift sleeping bag and got up. "Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."

Exhaustion from a full night's work pushed to the back of his mind, Kunihiko Yuyama spared a last anxious glance at the unmoving bundle and left his office. He locked the door behind himself just in case anyone went looking for him and found his new pet, then headed back out into the rising dawn. If he was going to do anything about the Eevee's chances then he was going to need to do some old-fashioned research at the library first. Hopefully, the Eevee would still be alive when he returned. 

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[ Omake Paragraph ]

Occasionally, a trainer competes in the Pokemon League who has not fully evolved all their pokemon. Perhaps it is the weak sister of the team and evolves late, perhaps, like Yellow, they prefer their pokemon's earlier forms, or perhaps the pokemon themselves wish not to evolve. Typically, they are eliminated in the first or second round: evolution provides most pokemon with such a great boost in ability that no amount of training or tactical acumen can compensate.

The one notable exception to this rule was Bruno (now of the Elite Four) who as a younger trainer used a Nidorino alongside his powerful Steelix, Hitmonlee, Hitmonchan, and Machamp. In the first couple of matches of the tournament, he used his Nidorino last, and managed to catch his opponents underestimating him; in the higher rounds, he used it first, and still, no one could stand up to it. The finals saw a sleeping Nidorino sent out against Agatha's Gengar; its dreams were eaten, then it woke up, jumped onto the ghost, and bit it so hard it was said that it stole its dreams back. Bruno was the champion.

He would later be defeated by a dragon trainer named Lance, but would not use his Nidorino in that battle. Some say that unable to control it after his loss, he released it into Victory Road. They go on to claim that it tracks down and takes on worthy trainers and even once defeated Moltres. If the stories are to be believed, the Nidorino was traumatized by the Gengar's attack and seeks a new trainer, one who can control its hatred of ghosts and allow it a good night's sleep once again.

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