The healer sighed,
muttering something too low under his breath for Kenji to hear. The woman
glanced at the man from the corner of her eye and decided to be the one to
respond to Kenji's question when the man chose not to respond.
"Both the
Pokémon League and the regional government will be responsible for ensuring
your care and safety while you are in Sinnoh," she informed him.
"Once you are well enough, should you decide to, the Ranger Union will
sponsor your challenge of the Sinnoh Pokémon League."
"Those words
again," Kenji murmured. "Pokémon {League}? {Ranger Union}?" he
said slowly, almost as if tasting the letters as they left his mouth.
"What are they?"
At his admission of
ignorance, the two exchanged another long look. Kenji believed that he read a
note of surprise and disbelief, with worry mixed in from the healer.
"The Pokémon League," the man started slowly, "Is responsible
for organizing and certifying {Trainers} in various regions around the world.
They also ensure that Gym Leaders present an acceptable challenge and run their
gyms in line with the League rules, though much of the day-to-day operation is
done according to regional laws and such," he added with a flicking wave
of his hand.
As he spoke, his
eyes searched Kenji's. He stood straighter, with the air of a healer inspecting
a patient. His eyes continued to stare as the Ranger picked up the explanation.
"The Ranger
Union is another global organization dedicated to protecting Pokémon and
people, their habitats, and ensuring peace," she stated confidently,
belief infusing her words. She stood straighter, as impossible as it seemed.
"Trainers violating environmental laws, illegal poaching, and Pokémon
attacks," her eyes met Kenji's, "All fall under our purview."
Kenji's mind whirled
with their explanations. It was the role, and honor, of Warriors to enforce the
Warlords' laws and protect the people from wandering beasts. No kingdom would
willingly allow a foreign organization to exert control over their lands. Even
the idea of it was nauseating, an abandonment of duty in a sense. If their lack
of recognition at his homeland was not enough, then this, how these regions
operated, left him sure.
He was far, far from
home.
While his education
was not the best one could obtain, for that was only for the noble scions and
Junior Warlords, his parents did not slack in their teachings. If there were
such organizations, then they would have surely told him as such.
Either that, or . .
.
"No," he
whispered fiercely, "I will go home," he said with conviction.
Snapping his head up, he felt his mind steady and his eyes harden. This was
merely a stumble in his path. He would not allow it to become anything more.
"This,
League," he stumbled slightly over the unfamiliar word. "If I
challenge it, will victory help me?" he demanded fervently.
The Ranger woman opened her mouth to answer, but healer Moran beat her to it.
"The International Police, Sinnoh government, and the Ranger Union are committed to finding your home and
reuniting you with them," he spoke passionately. "That is no small
thing. Alone perhaps, there may be limits to what they could achieve. Together,
well, I am sure you will find what you seek", he assured Kenji.
"Yes, but the
challenge," Kenji insisted. "If I win, will I be granted a boon or
some such reward?"
"In a
sense," the healer admitted. "You will gain fame, both in the region
and around the world. More than that, though, is the chance to battle the Elite
Four and the Champion."
"Champion,"
Kenji latched onto the word.
He was sitting up
straighter and felt his body tugging at him. It urged sleep and recovery, but
he had no mind for such timing wasting things.
"The most
powerful Trainer in Sinnoh, and one of the strongest in the world," Moran
told him, a glow entering the man's eyes despite his well-controlled demeanor.
It was clear to
Kenji that, no matter what name they went by here, there was always going to be
a Warlord. A Warrior that stood above all, with bonds that pushed each other
ever higher. To present himself before one, even challenge them, would
guarantee his return home. He was sure of it.
"If that is the
path I must walk, then so be it," he said aloud, nodding his head.
Conviction stirred in his chest, rooting itself into the foundations of a plan.
He could feel his
bonds stir at the rapid changes in emotion, even at the distance between them.
It was supportive, believing in Kenji even when he was himself unsure. Battling
other Warriors, these Trainers, was no sure thing. Blood was sure to flow, though
he was certain death could not be too prevalent. It was fighting a Warlord that
had him truly worried.
As he was now, even
if he were fully healed, a Warlord could swat him aside and not even realize
it.
"Bah," the
healer said abruptly. "Put it out of your mind for now. There will be no
battling, Trainer or not, until I say so," he chided. "And that won't
be until I see you walking out of here on your own two feet, unaided that is,"
he added sharply, turning his eyes towards the Ranger. A flicker of heat flared
in them at his words, as if the Warrior might assist Kenji in evading the man.
The woman blinked in
surprise at the man's change in attitude, staring at him evenly.
"You are the
{doctor}," she said simply.
"Doctor,"
Kenji repeated softly, making an effort to remember the word. If he was to take
on this region and prove his worth as a Warrior, then he would have to expand
on his understanding of the common language and theirs. Not to mention his glaring
lack of knowledge regarding this land.
"That's right," the man beamed, evidently hearing Kenji speak.
"I'm a healer of humans, with {Nurses} caring for Pokémon. And while you
are in this building, I'm in charge," he affirmed. "Not the
International Police, not the Sinnoh police, and not even the Ranger
Union," he finished with another pointed stare in the red-leathered clad
Rangers's direction. Though a smile hinted at the corners of his mouth, taking
the sting out of his words.
She acquiesced,
stepping back to give him control of the room. He did so with aplomb, facing
Kenji fully and taking on his loud, personable demeanor once more.
"We have a nice
culture of Pokémon scales ready for you," he began, "To help seal
your wounds, protect you from infection and hinder scarring. After that, we'll
move on to some light physical therapy, testing your baselines as we get you up
moving around."
The man continued in a deluge, mentioning alchemical concoctions, treatments,
and times. He struggled to grasp most of the information, let alone understand
it, until he eventually gave up and let the man speak. The Ranger Warrior was
of no assistance as she merely stood aside, watching blankly as the
healer-doctor- spoke.
Instead, he turned
his mind inwards, to the links connecting him to his Pokémon. Shamefully, he
was consumed by the conversation with the region's officials and had little
attention to pay his bonds. The closest, and most powerful, was close, residing
in his mother's pendant. The other two were distant, beyond his reach. The
separation strained at their links, especially the one connecting him and
Sprout. Flutter was strong enough to maintain it from her end, but the same
could not be said for the little turtle.
Shifting
uncomfortably on the bed, Kenji struggled to reach forwards. His movements
caused the doctor to break off mid-word, not that Kenji noticed. Instead, he
was consumed with holding the only memory he had of his home and mother.
The man stepped
forward as if to interfere, but was halted by the sea breeze that scented the
room. In contrast, the opening aura gave Kenji a burst of strength, allowing
him to touch the sphere with the tips of his fingers. Rolling it towards him,
he clutched it in his palm and fell back with a pained breath. Cradling it in
his hands, he felt his eyes grow heavy as he could no longer resist the demands
of his body. Closing his eyes, he fell into a restful slumber, dreaming of
memories of a better time.
If he was disturbed,
the action did not wake Kenji until the next day. The sun was shining through
slanted shades, offering light into the room. He first became aware of the
strange tones and harsh smell of an alchemists' shop.
Turning his head, he
wondered why his parents would bring him there. Perhaps he was sick with fever
again, though he did not feel warm or overly cool.
Then he remembered.
Like the coming tide, it washed away his errant thoughts with a weighted chill
that pooled in his bones.
Not wanting to open
his eyes, he clenched them shut.
If only he kept his
eyes closed, then everything would turn out fine. It was a cruel lie he told
himself. He tightened his fist around his mother's necklace and felt his
painfully dry eyes.
Kenji was not sure
how long he held himself like that, blind and unmoving. At the very least, it
lasted until he heard the squeaking of wheels and the soft thump of feet upon
the hard floor. Giving himself another heartbeat, he finally opened his eyes when
he felt someone standing over him.
One of the healer's
attendants, identified only by their clothing, stood over him. She was tapping
at a thin, glowing frame that stood on her rolling cart. When she was done, she
glanced over and smiled gently at him.
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"Good
morning," she said. "Sorry to wake you so early, dear. I just have to
do a routine check-up and give you your medicine."
Kenji nodded slowly,
unsure of how to respond.
The woman took his
silence in stride and began to change the bags hanging from his bed and the
poles beside him.
"How are you
feeling today? Any aches, sharp pain, or difficulty breathing?" the
attendant asked as she moved around.
"No," he
said quietly. His skin still tingled, hot and cold, but it was not agonizing or
overly painful.
"That's good," she said absently. "Can you tell me your
name?"
"Sato
Kenji," he answered hesitantly, unsure of why she was asking.
"Excellent. And
do you know where you are?" she asked, the question sounding rote even
with the cheer she put into it.
"A place of
healing," he told her.
"Mmmh,"
she hummed. "Can you tell me the specific location? What city are you
in?"
At this, Kenji hesitated, not remembering the name. It was not something he was
overly focused on at the time and it slipped away.
"I can't remember," he admitted.
"That's
alright," she said gently, focusing on him instead of moving around.
"I'm just going to check your vision now. Please look straight
ahead," the attendant instructed as she waved a metal tube of light in his
eyes.
He kept himself from
automatically blinking, and rubbed lightly at his eyes when she removed the
light.
"Can you tell
me how old you are?" she asked.
Kenji frowned as her
questions became more personal, but a glance at the Ranger helped to reassure
him. The Warrior was merely watching with a placid expression, her bond lazing
next to her in the heat of the sun. She noticed and nodded at him.
"The {nurse} is
asking questions to ensure that you are mentally well," she informed him.
Understanding dawned
in his eyes, and Kenji became more cooperative.
"15
years," he told her, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. Having
recently come of age, he was granted a new name more befitting his potential as
a Warrior.
"Good,"
she said with satisfaction. "As for the city, you are in Canalave City.
More specifically, Canalave Hospital."
"Canalave," he muttered, repeating the unfamiliar words.
"Hospatal."
"Hospital,"
she corrected gently. "A place of healing, as you put it."
"Gratitude,"
Kenji said as he nodded his thanks.
"Of
course," she beamed. "Now, do you have any preferences for breakfast?
Eggs, oats, fruit?" she offered. "It looks like the doctors haven't
put you down for any dietary restrictions."
"Oats and
fruit, please," he told her with another tilt of his head.
The food was
delivered promptly, surprising Kenji with its speed. The staff were kind enough
to deliver a tray to the Ranger as well, who dutifully consumed it with her
bond's help. The bird appeared to enjoy snatching up a piece from the hard
plates when the woman was not looking.
He smiled at the
simple action, a pang in his chest felt as he remembered his father's own bond.
The Leavanny enjoyed sneaking up on others, and discreetly placing decorations
around the house. It was a game his father played with the beast, sometimes weeks
passing without incident only for the bug to spring a trick on him.
Sighing, Kenji
finished his own breakfast and leaned back. With little to occupy his mind, he
attempted some of the exercises that he remembered the staff pushing him
through. They were careful not to push him further than they thought he could
handle, but Kenji was far more aware of his own body.
The simple exercises
of folding and twisting his limbs stretched his skin and the muscles
underneath. Both were painfully tight, the skin more so than the wiry flesh
underneath. As a result, it was incredibly uncomfortable, quickly rising in
pain as the exercises continued. Only at a word from the Ranger did Kenji
realize that his face was twisted into a grimace.
Falling back to the
bed with a grunt, he panted lightly from the exertion. The room felt a lot
warmer as well, but not nearly enough to make him sweat it seemed. He dozed
fitfully, waking when Doctor Moran strode into the room with a loud
exclamation.
"Another fine
morning," he greeted the two as he entered. "How is my favorite
patient feeling today?" he asked with bright eyes as he looked Kenji over.
"Hot,"
Kenji said in answering, only a small note of complaint entering his voice.
"And bored," he added sullenly.
The man's eyes
narrowed, moving closer to inspect Kenji's exposed skin. He glanced over to the
Ranger, a silent question on his face from a lifted brow.
"He was
exercising his limbs," she explained simply.
"Ahh," the
man breathed as he turned back to Kenji, before shaking his head. "You
will need to be careful of that," he warned. "Your skin is unable to
{perspire}, or sweat. As such, your body is badly reduced in its ability to regulate
your temperature. Wait until physical therapy before you start exercising on
your own. They'll instruct you on what to watch out for, and how to go about it
safely."
Kenji nodded with a
sigh. It really was boring without anything to do. Most of the words written
around the room and in the few books he saw were entirely illegible, being in a
different language.
"As for
boredom, how about some {T.V.}," he offered, grabbing a hard piece of
conformed material from Kenji's bedside. Pressing the lifted surface, a thin
box on the wall lit up and began to blast images and sound.
Jerking in reaction,
Kenji stared open mouthed at the glowing box. It was flat like a window and
thicker than a shutter. He previously dismissed it from his mind, merely
thinking it some strange piece of art from this region. Now instead, it became
a window. Only, one that did not view outside. People and beasts moved about
inside, all while emitting a voice that spoke in the region's language.
"Never seen a
television before, I'm assuming," The man grinned at Kenji's reaction.
"No worries," he chuckled when Kenji turned his eyes towards him.
"There are plenty of homes that still don't. Especially in regions that
hold on tightly to the old ways or forgo more advanced technology."
Doctor Moran
proceeded to explain the device to Kenji, along with various uses for it. He
showed him how to operate the controller, changing between channels and scenes.
With his help, and the Ranger's short suggestions, they quickly found a channel
in the common tongue. It was some form of documentary about Pokémon. Currently
it was following the life of some strange bird, with a mane of feathers and
colorful wings.
Kenji was engrossed
with the show, watching it attentively while the Ranger's beast huffed noisily.
At first, he was wary of the creature, but with a small eye roll from the
Warrior, he found the courage to ignore it. He guessed that the Pokémon was
critical, or perhaps jealous, of the scenes being shown.
The remote remained
untouched, mainly due to his confusion regarding its operation, but also
because he found himself heavily invested in the television channel. He was
interrupted before the midday meal by the appearance of a regional official,
one wholly dissimilar to the others that came before.
The woman entered
with a knock and a respectful nod to the Ranger before her attention turned to
Kenji. She was dressed simply, with muted colors and efficient clothes. Her
decorated blouse was decorated and shimmered slightly in the light as she
moved, billowing around her. A heavy looking bag was carried in her arms, one
that she held onto as she introduced herself.
"Good
morning," she said to Sherry and him. "I'm Patricia Hout, with social
services."
"Ranger
Sherry," the Warrior said as she nodded once.
The two then looked
at him and he tore his lingering gaze from the television to greet her.
"Sato Kenji," he told her. Then what she said registered.
"Social services?" he asked, recognizing the words as the ones
mentioned by the officers.
"That's
right," she nodded in agreement. "I'm here to help ensure that you
are adequately cared for and set you up with living arrangements for after you
leave the hospital."
"Oh," he
said somewhat dumbly. "But I plan on returning home," he pointed out.
"Yes," she
said gently. "However, until then, you need somewhere to live, with some
manner of providing for yourself."
Kenji nodded
hesitantly, agreeing with her words. This region's manner of caring for
complete strangers was still odd, but he was in no position to refuse. There
was a sense of inevitability to what was being done, as though it would be
enacted one way or another.
"To begin with,
unless the Ranger Union is claiming guardianship," her gentle eyes turned
towards Sherry, "with you as their representative, I am afraid that I will
have to ask you to leave," the woman told the Ranger in a calm tone.
"The Ranger
Union is sponsoring him, should he pursue the gym circuit," she told the
official. "Also, he is part of an active investigation, with an unruly
Ghost-Pokémon that refuses to leave his side," she added.
"Very
well," Patricia Hout said slowly. "I may ask you to step outside for
a moment when it comes to discussing more sensitive matters."
"Understood,"
Sherry said brusquely before stepping back against the wall so as to be
unobtrusive.
"To begin, I
will have some papers to fill," Saying so, she pulled a folder out of her
bag and sat it on the rolling table that was next to his bed. "They are
all in Eigo1, as I am told that you
do not understand or speak Nihongo2.
I can fill them out for you, but I am afraid that I will need your signature
indicating that the information is correct. I will be your guardian signer,
until another is appointed to you, with Ranger Sherry signing as a witness when
necessary."
Kenji stared at the
stack of papers in disbelief. Each letter was written perfectly, with straight
lines, boxes, and more. It was impossible for any human or beast to write such
a thing, at least not if they were to be used so frivolously.
With the official's
help, they carefully filled out the pile of paperwork. His name, believed age,
rough date of birth, hometown, home kingdom, and more were dutifully written
down. He checked, double checked, and triple checked his answers, as did the regional
official Hout.
They took a short
break for the midday meal, and the two of them spoke companionably for a time.
She explained more of what to expect in the near future, largely a focus on his
recovery and potential living arrangements. He was amazed that he was offered a
type of assisted living, where a healer's attendant-nurse, as they were
called-would be on hand until he was deemed self-sufficient. Medically
speaking, that was.
Kenji hoped that
such a step would not be necessary, as it both sounded awkward and a waste of
valuable resources.
They quickly moved
on, slowly fighting their way through the paperwork. At one point, Sherry was
asked to leave the room and the woman spoke more plainly.
"I understand
that you are part of an active investigation, but in Sinnoh, and most of the
world, you still have rights," she told him. "If at any moment, you
feel pressured, threatened, or uncomfortable in any way, simply tell them that
you would like to talk to your representative." She then pulled out a card
and placed it on his table. "Even if you just want to talk or have a
simple question, do not hesitate to reach out."
"You are safe
here. One way or another, we will find your family and get you home," she
told him emphatically. Her eyes stared into Kenji's urging him to believe her,
allowing him to see her conviction and belief in what she said.
Kenji stopped at her
words. The entire process, filling out forms, answering questions, and signing
his name, was unreal. It was rote, automatic, something for him to do. Ever
since he woke-
No, long before that
even. When his home burned and he was taken. Waking in a forest, far from
civilization and knowing that there was no one to rescue him. Struggling to
survive, foraging for food and counting his meals to ensure that he had enough
for the next day. Hunted and chased through the forest. Then waking in a plain
room and being bombarded with questions, exams, and unfamiliar sights.
His vision blurred
and his throat closed involuntarily.
His shoulders were always hunched, seeking to avoid notice. His muscles tight,
ready to run at a moments' notice, burned limbs or not. Wondering how much of
his meal he should save for later, just in case they ran out or decided to stop
feeding him. Fearing that they were going to take away his bonds, never
returning them. Terrified that they would find out he was a Warrior, and what
they might do.
Never once did he
feel safe.
Yet now, this woman,
this stranger from an unfamiliar land, was telling him that he was. She was no
Warrior, no powerful bond holder of beasts. Just a simple woman doing her job.
He did not feel her
wrap her arms around him. Only felt the comfort of someone close. He did not
have the strength to clutch her tighter, so he was forced to simply lean into
her as the tears fell.
Kenji did not wail
or scream out against the world. Nor did he fold in upon himself, becoming a
husk of a person.
He simply cried.
2. Nihongo. Official name for the language spoken by the Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh regions. Each has their own dialect, but the same letters. [Official
name for the language of Japan.]