I do not own Pokémon or any of the characters.
“Huh?” said Bianca, glancing at the platform set up in the middle of town. It was surrounded by people dressed in light blue armor with hoods that shadowed their faces. On their white chest pieces was a symbol, repeated through out the stage area, on banners and on every one of the similarly dressed. . . grunts? It was a vivid blue P with what looked like a Z behind it. One half of the shield was black, the other white.
A man stepped up to the platform, standing in front of Cheren, Touko, and Bianca. He was dressed in a robe with a collar of rectangular golden spikes with blue gems inset into them, the same color as the logo, and waves of fabric in gold, dark blue, and red formed the image of eyes with lighting coming off of them. His gaze landed on them briefly, Touko shivered as she glanced back, oh so briefly, into his red eye, the other covered by some sort of metal eyepiece, tinted red.
He tapped the microphone in front of him and cleared his throat, “Ahem, welcome ladies and gentlemen. My name is Ghetsis and I have come here to your humble town to beseech your attention for just a few minutes. I represent Team Plasma and I would like to talk to you about Pokémon liberation.” The crowd shifted, uneasy at his words, “We all use Pokémon everyday, for activities like battling,” his tone turned to anger, for a second on the word battling, “To helping us with activities that we could do on our own. We call them our partners and believe that they need us, and we need them. However, is that really the truth? Look at the wild Pokémon- they don’t live with humans and yet they do fine by themselves. In battling, Pokémon must follow the selfish commands of their trainers, and often get hurt in the process. Is there anyone who can deny that there isn’t some truth in my words, that I do bring up a valid point?”
The crowd was indecisive, some agreeing, and some denying. Touko looked at Bianca and Cheren. Cheren’s face was thoughtful, considering Ghetsis’s words. Bianca looked upset, petting Terri, as if she might get up and leave. “Pokémon are much different from humans, I think we can all agree at that. We can learn from them, and we have a responsibility towards them, to treat them as equals, and to not treat them as tools. What am I saying? We must liberate the Pokémon from the captivity of Pokéballs!” To emphasize his words, Ghetsis flung three Pokéballs up into the air, allowing a Purrloin, a Patrat and a Scraggy to run free, the crowd parting to let them into the wild. “We will only be equals if we are at the same levels! I end my words here today by imploring you to consider the relationship between Pokémon and humans. We sincerely appreciate your attention.”
The armored individuals surrounded Ghetsis, only the spikes of his mint green hair showing, as they packed up the Plasma propaganda and left the town.
“Wow…” remarked Touko, “What a load of bullshit! How can Pokémon be completely separated from humans? I don’t understand.”
“I understand, a little, what he’s referring to… but what an awful thought!” remarked Cheren.
Bianca squeezed Terri closer to her, “I’m gonna keep you right here with me! I don’t want to liberate you!”
Ollie rubbed against Touko’s leg, “Don’t worry, Ollie, you aren’t going anywhere either.”
“Serria, of course I won’t let you go! You’re my first Pokémon!”
Touko looked around, and to her dismay, saw an equal amount of people releasing Pokémon, to those keeping them.
A man cried, letting go a Cottonee, “I’m so sorry for keeping you in a pokéball, and never letting you free!”
Amidst all the confusion, Touko did not notice a teen with minty green hair, kneeling to speak to Ollie, “Hello, Oshawott. I want to know your thoughts on your trainer,” He cocked his head, listening to the voice of the pokémon, “Uh, hello yourself. I guess I like her. I mean, she doesn’t seem like a bad human. Of course, you’re one to wonder about… You can understand me? How unique.” Ollie turned away to blow bubbles towards Serria, who batted them away, annoyed, “ So, that’s how you feel...” He stood up and looked towards Touko and her friends, clearing his throat to grab their attention, “Uh, hello. My name is N. Your Oshawott was just telling me about you.”
Touko turned towards N, a quizzical expression on her face, “ Uh, talking? Pokémon don’t speak.”
N glanced across the three trainers, “Can’t you hear them too? The voices of the Pokémon you… own?”
Touko shook her head, noticing that both Cheren and Bianca copied her motion. “I should have known. Formulas don’t ever add up to the enigmas.” He looked downcast, vivid green eyes glancing over their Pokémon. “You three are trainers, correct? And in order to complete that” N pointed at the pokédex sticking out of Touko’s bag, “You have to confine many pokémon to pokéballs, all for this selfish endeavor. Is that fair to the pokémon?” He stepped forward, looking directly at Touko, a black orb bouncing against his chest, a cube against his leg, “Will you battle me, so that I may hear the voice of Oshawott?”
“Yes, I suppose.” This guy is crazy! How can he hear pokémon? But, what if? Wouldn’t that be… cool? Touko glanced at Ollie, What is he thinking?
“Then, let us battle! Let me hear the voice of your Pokémon! My friend, Purrloin, help me listen!”