This chapter was inspired by something called the Lost Incident (Hanoi Project), from Yugioh Vrains. The PTSD induced state of Yusaku (the main character) reminded me a lot of Rakutsu's lack of emotion. So here's a silly au.

I tried to change all the yugioh aspects into pokemon aspects so that there weren't any references to yugioh that would confuse anybody.

Descriptions of the Lost Incident will be provided in the picture above from the yugioh wiki

For anyone who's thinking of getting into yugioh, i advise that you watch the original Japanese with subtitles rather than the English dub, as the dub cuts and censors anything to do with violence and as a whole tends to make the show geared more towards kids when that was not the original target audience for the show. You can start the series from anywhere whether it be the first one or vrains, for the most part they are not connected and have different characters and plots.

There is child abuse and PTSD in this chapter.

This chapter was requested by

Enjoy.

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"You lose." A robotic voice played on his headset.

"Wait, no! Please!" He pleaded, screaming for them to give him a second chance, but as it always did, a large electric shock ran through his headset into him, forcing him to the ground.

He doubled over in pain, the electricity causing spasms in the boy. His limbs tingled and ached for relief of which he felt none.

Just when he thought he was going to hit the breaking point, the shock ceased and he inhaled a deep breath. His arms and legs still twitched as he lay there on the floor. He couldn't move, it was agony.

He knew what came next though, after the shocks, they didn't feed him until he won. His stomach was already starting to hurt, he just wanted to go home.

In this facility, they made children simulate Pokemon battles using the VR headsets. If you won they left you alone, if you lost however, you were electrocuted and starved.

He hated being here, he tried to win, but he kept slipping up, he didn't even know if he'd survive till he won again.

"Lack-two, you can do it. Please don't die here." He heard a pleasant voice. One that came around every so often, to give him words of hope and faith. The only nice thing in the new life he had found himself in.

It wasn't always like this, he had a home, a family, but that was ages ago. He didn't know how long he was here, he didn't even know if his parents cared anymore.

"Please get up, you have to, don't leave me." They said, strained.

He sat up, making his way to the wall to lean against it.

"That's it. Someone will come for us I know it. We just have to wait." The voice lulled him into a sleep.

...

Rakutsu woke with a start in his bed, his breathing heavy as flashbacks rendered him immobile. He was sweating profusely now, and the feeling of electricity coursing through him began to fade away into memory.

This happened sometimes, even now ten years after the Lost Incident. Rakutsu had been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and found himself haunted by his past.

The police had figured out about the incident and shut it all down, children were returned to their families but-

"Dude, are you okay?" Hugh entered the room to check on his friend.

"Yeah." He answered plainly. When he had made it out of the facility, he had learned that his parents had died in a car accident while searching for him. Now he lived with his childhood friend Hugh and his parents.

"Same dream, huh?" Hugh asked, sitting on the bed next to him.

"Yeah." He said again, just as blank as the first time.

Hugh looked as his friend, Rakutsu could see the slight loss of hope in his eyes; disappointment. Rakutsu wasn't, nor ever would be, the same friend that Hugh had known all those years ago.

Whereas he used to be bubbly, full of life, now he was monotone, blank, he didn't feel as he once did, he didn't portray emotions like most do.

"Well, there's school tomorrow, so try and get some rest." He said, leaving the room.

"Yeah." Rakutsu called after him, laying back down to close his eyes. But all that he ever dreamed about was the six months of torture that he and the other children had to endure.

When he woke the next morning, he left his room, grabbed a coffee and headed off to school. It wasn't very far from Hugh's house, so he often left on his own. Hugh would usually catch up later anyway.

He settled himself into a seat, class was about to begin. His life had gone back to that of a normal citizen.

Except it wasn't.

He didn't feel like the other kids, he didn't think like the other kids, he would never be like the other kids. The Knight's of Hanoi and their Lost Incident Project had stripped him of that right.

"Did you see the battle between Red and Green the other day? Wow his Venusaur is wicked!" he heard a girl behind him say.

Pokemon battles were a part of life for everyone at this point. Almost everything was resolved by them, and you almost couldn't turn a corner down the street without seeing one.

Seeing them did take its toll on them, it wasn't so much as to incapacitate him, but it did twist his stomach. Not only that he had a sickening headache afterwards.

"Hey Rakutsu, did you hear about the awesome trainer Lack-two? I heard he beat three Hanoi Grunts in a row yesterday!" A person next to him said, but he just nodded with the same blank, emotionless face he always had.

"Dude do you ever get excited about anything?" The kid asked before turning to his other friends.

The bell for that class rang and Rakutsu headed outside. Sometimes he wished for that voice again. The one from the facility to come and lift him up again, let him know that everything was fine now, but he hadn't even met that person, let alone would he know where to find them.

He would give anything to find her.

"Let me go!" A girl's voice said from behind the school building. Rakutsu watched as two tall figures attempted to pull the girl away.

Rakutsu slipped into the shelter of a tree and slid on a hoodie and a mask, before stepping out before the people. He pulled out a Pokeball and brandished it towards the two men that had been harassing the girl.

The familiar sick feeling in his stomach began to rise, but Pokemon Battles were the only thing he knew, and the only way he could help people in this battle driven society.

When the figures turned to him, he felt a scowl form on his face as he identified both of them as Hanoi Grunts. He would make them pay.

"Dewott go!" He yelled, throwing Dewott onto the field. The other two proceeded to release Dragonair's from their own Pokeballs.

"Razor shell!" He said and Dewott sprang forward at one of the Dragonairs.

"Hey guys! Look its Lack-two! Wow, hes dueling Hanoi again!" Several people walked up to their battle and began recording.

The girl who had been harassed broke free and ran over to his side. She pulled out a Pokeball and released a Foongus from it.

"Thank you." She whispered to Rakutsu and he could've sworn it was familiar. He shook the thought from his head and together they finished the battle.

He often went around and served justice to the Knight's of Hanoi the only way he knew how, no matter how many bad memories were conjured up.

"He did it! Lack-two strikes again!" They cheered and Rakutsu looked downcast trying to avoid them.

He felt someone catch his arm and he was going to shrug them off and continue walking before the flipped him around and he found the girl standing there.

"Did they say, Lack-two?" She asked, but before their conversation could go any further, a giant Eelectross slammed into Rakutsu's back, knocking him over.

He felt winded as his chest hit the ground with a large thud, knocking the breath from him. He gasped and tried to pull himself up before he felt a chilling shock rip through him.

He yelled as the horrid sensation of the electricity coursed through him, stirring up fear and memories within him.

"Lack-two!" He heard the girl yell, and her voice took him back to his time in the facility.

"Please get up!" He heard her voice panic as she sat there next to him. Eelectross' lightning ceased and she sent Foongus after him. The small mushroom Pokemon managing to take out the much larger Eel.

She hoisted Rakutsu onto her back, "Where can I take you?" She asked in a frantic voice.

Hugh..." he coughed, losing consciousness fast.

"He's in my class, I'm sure hes still there, hang on!" She said, but he had already fainted.

...

He woke again in his bed, this time a soreness like no other plagued his muscles with every move he made, but he sat up anyway.

In his room stood Hugh, as well as the girl he had saved earlier. Both of them looked relieved as the saw him sit up in the edge of his bed.

"Are you okay?" Hugh asked.

"Yeah." He replied in the same tone he always did.

"You could give me a little more than yeah, I was worried." Hugh said in a light but serious tone, he didn't know how he managed to pull that off but he did.

"I'm fine." Rakutsu assured him.

"I'll go get you something to eat, and some water too." He said leaving the room. Now it was just Rakutsu and the mystery girl.

"Lack-two..." she said, looking at her hands.

"Yeah?" He said, he couldn't shake that eerie feeling that he had gotten earlier when she spoke to him.

"Its It's been so long hasn't it?" She laughed nervously and Rakutsu was having a hard time following, "I'd always hoped we would meet again. You were so strong, you gave me so much hope." She finished.

His mind finally clicked all the pieces into place, and memories of the soft voice from the facility crowded his mind. His hope. His light. Had found him.

"Its you...?" He tested it out, just in case he was mistaken.

"My name is Faitsu. Or back then it was SOL experiment Whi-two. You were Lack-two." She stated, eyes now beginning to brim with tears.

"And for ten years now I have looked for you." She said, "I had no one else to cling to. No one was my hope except for you."

She sat down next to him, pulling him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her, this being the first tender contact he had felt after ten years.

"You were my hope too." He said, a single stray tear falling from his eyes. Emotions he hadnt felt for all those years, finally making their way back to him.

"And I never want to lose hope again."

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