Chapter no.205 The House of Lavender part 1

[ 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 ]
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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 into 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 then 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 favour of the Emperor had started between the different states as the illusive pokemon Bulbasaur was hunted down.
The search of 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 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 empire 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 interests of preserving his own sanity, he ventured closer for a peek inside.
Laid atop discarded bags and rotting food was a wounded Evee. 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 laboured breast the sound weakened, an instinctual last attempt to cry for help. It angered Kunihiko Yuyama to think of some cruel bastard wounding the defenceless pokemon and leaving it for dead, wilfully blind to the suffering they'd caused.
With a tender touch, Kunihiko Yuyama picked the tiny Evee up. He plucked a couple of maggots that were attempting to eat the poor Evee 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 a hold on him. He couldn't leave it to its fate anymore than he could finish the job.
Carefully, so as not to crush or snap anything delicate, Kunihiko coaxed evee 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 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 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 evee 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 endeavour to survive. He knew Evee 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 Evee trembling against his skin.
Back at base, Kunihiko Yuyama removed his scarf with the Evee 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 hwr 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?" Nocturnal patient in mind, Kunihiko Yuyama covered his window and lit a candle by the desk to somewhat keep 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 Evee'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 own 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 evee 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 of a full night's work pushed to the back of his mind, Kunihiko Yuyama spared a last anxious glance to 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 Evee's chances then he was going to need to do some old fashioned research at the library first. Hopefully the Evee 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 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 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.]