Pokemon BW fic
Chapter Four: Hypocrites
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day ever. I hate Joltiks so much. I never want to see another one again in my life. Not because they’re spiders or anything, I kill (or kindly return to the wild) bugs for Bianca all the time. Because they were goddamn everywhere. All day, all the way through Chargestone Cave I could not go three steps without hitting one of them or a web or something. Hate hate hate.
I hate all of Chargestone Cave. It should just sink into the ground. It was like having one hand on a Vander Graff generator and the other rubbing amber against a Liepard the entire time I was down there. It’s not like I got hit by lightning and died or something, but as everyone knows, static shocks hurt and I was getting them all over my body every few seconds. My hair is ruined forever. I should just cut it all off.
At least I’m not conflicted anymore about the depths of my hatred for Team Plasma. That total bastard N, stalking me. If he weren’t already a criminal, I’d get a restraining order out on him. Then he has me kidnapped by ninjas. Fucking NINJAS. They don’t even exist outside of fiction. I don’t know what kind of sick game he’s playing, but I can’t believe I let myself forget the kind of dangerous and unstable person he really is just because it was my first kiss.
I don’t even understand Team Plasma’s aims. One of them told me “It’s bad for ordinary trainers like you to use Pokémon. It’s good for us members of Team Plasma to use Pokémon.” I tried to explain to her that this blatant, underlying hypocrisy undermines anything they might be saying. They are an organization of humans who use and abuse Pokémon in whatever the same ways they say the rest of us do are. If Pokémon were their leaders or equals, then they’d have a message.
N’s different from the rest of them. He’s a trainer but not a trainer. Pokémon literally crawl out of the woodwork to throw themselves into fights on his behalf. Wild Pokémon just don’t do that, act like trained Pokémon. Is he really their king then? Do my Pokémon not want to be fighting him?
He’s wrong, though. He says humans have an inherent need to organize, to dominate anything different, to build cities and civilizations and technology, and Pokémon, who aren’t like that, will always be the easily conquered aboriginal savages. For Pokémon to be free and reach their full potential, humans must be kept away from them. He expressed such guilt about being a trainer himself, but said violence was the only way to change the League and only by combining human words and strategies and Pokémon power can they overcome Pokémon-armed opposition.
It’s not right. Humans want to be with Pokémon. Some Pokémon must want to be with humans, like those who love him. N may be unique compared to anyone else I’ve ever met, but not inherently so. He might think of himself as a human-shaped Pokémon, but physically I think he’s just a normal human. There has to be a better way. Better means and an ends where everyone can be happy.
He did say one thing right, though. I wouldn’t argue with the good professor when she gives a bullshit conciliatory answer, because that’s just what grown-ups do, but noncommittal isn’t always right. There are lots of people with lots of mutually exclusive points of view and perceptions. But some of them are wrong.
Cheren waxes poetry about philosophy books he’s read on arguments on moral relativity. I’m not eloquent or well-thought out or anything, but I definitely think it only goes so far. Everyone might be right and just from their own personal or cultural viewpoint, but some of them are just wrong, like Bianca’s father, and they need to be stopped from hurting anyone else. That’s why there are laws and police. Live and let live has to be mutual.
I’ll stop Team Plasma from hurting humans or Pokémon. I’ll put my fist in N’s face, because I hate him. I’ll keep anyone from getting in the way of Bianca and Cheren’s dreams. Of course they can both become stronger; N was wrong about her giving up.
Or something. That sounds too epic for trying to get tangles out of hair frizzing into the stratosphere and aching all over like I got trampled by a herd of Zebstrika. As soon as I got out of there, I dropped my bag in a puddle in the rain, which is why I’m starting a new diary.
Fuck my life.
-Touko
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Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day ever. I hate Joltiks so much. I never want to see another one again in my life. Not because they’re spiders or anything, I kill (or kindly return to the wild) bugs for Bianca all the time. Because they were goddamn everywhere. All day, all the way through Chargestone Cave I could not go three steps without hitting one of them or a web or something. Hate hate hate.
I hate all of Chargestone Cave. It should just sink into the ground. It was like having one hand on a Vander Graff generator and the other rubbing amber against a Liepard the entire time I was down there. It’s not like I got hit by lightning and died or something, but as everyone knows, static shocks hurt and I was getting them all over my body every few seconds. My hair is ruined forever. I should just cut it all off.
At least I’m not conflicted anymore about the depths of my hatred for Team Plasma. That total bastard N, stalking me. If he weren’t already a criminal, I’d get a restraining order out on him. Then he has me kidnapped by ninjas. Fucking NINJAS. They don’t even exist outside of fiction. I don’t know what kind of sick game he’s playing, but I can’t believe I let myself forget the kind of dangerous and unstable person he really is just because it was my first kiss.
I don’t even understand Team Plasma’s aims. One of them told me “It’s bad for ordinary trainers like you to use Pokémon. It’s good for us members of Team Plasma to use Pokémon.” I tried to explain to her that this blatant, underlying hypocrisy undermines anything they might be saying. They are an organization of humans who use and abuse Pokémon in whatever the same ways they say the rest of us do are. If Pokémon were their leaders or equals, then they’d have a message.
N’s different from the rest of them. He’s a trainer but not a trainer. Pokémon literally crawl out of the woodwork to throw themselves into fights on his behalf. Wild Pokémon just don’t do that, act like trained Pokémon. Is he really their king then? Do my Pokémon not want to be fighting him?
He’s wrong, though. He says humans have an inherent need to organize, to dominate anything different, to build cities and civilizations and technology, and Pokémon, who aren’t like that, will always be the easily conquered aboriginal savages. For Pokémon to be free and reach their full potential, humans must be kept away from them. He expressed such guilt about being a trainer himself, but said violence was the only way to change the League and only by combining human words and strategies and Pokémon power can they overcome Pokémon-armed opposition.
It’s not right. Humans want to be with Pokémon. Some Pokémon must want to be with humans, like those who love him. N may be unique compared to anyone else I’ve ever met, but not inherently so. He might think of himself as a human-shaped Pokémon, but physically I think he’s just a normal human. There has to be a better way. Better means and an ends where everyone can be happy.
He did say one thing right, though. I wouldn’t argue with the good professor when she gives a bullshit conciliatory answer, because that’s just what grown-ups do, but noncommittal isn’t always right. There are lots of people with lots of mutually exclusive points of view and perceptions. But some of them are wrong.
Cheren waxes poetry about philosophy books he’s read on arguments on moral relativity. I’m not eloquent or well-thought out or anything, but I definitely think it only goes so far. Everyone might be right and just from their own personal or cultural viewpoint, but some of them are just wrong, like Bianca’s father, and they need to be stopped from hurting anyone else. That’s why there are laws and police. Live and let live has to be mutual.
I’ll stop Team Plasma from hurting humans or Pokémon. I’ll put my fist in N’s face, because I hate him. I’ll keep anyone from getting in the way of Bianca and Cheren’s dreams. Of course they can both become stronger; N was wrong about her giving up.
Or something. That sounds too epic for trying to get tangles out of hair frizzing into the stratosphere and aching all over like I got trampled by a herd of Zebstrika. As soon as I got out of there, I dropped my bag in a puddle in the rain, which is why I’m starting a new diary.
Fuck my life.
-Touko
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