One "Royal" Painter

Stroke 1: Backstory

A/n: I finished Pokemon Sun and Moon a while back and then finished watching One Punch Man, then read what I could find of the Manga and the Webcomic (Up to the end of Monster King Arc) and if you know me, you know I write weird Crossovers. Also, I love Mina?? Like the other Trial Captains or Kahuna's would have been good heroes because of the direct element (Kiawe, Lana, Mallow, Sophocles, etc) but Mina is just great and I also love all of the underrated S-Class Heroes like Watchdog and Drive Knight, and then the Mid-Rated S-class like King and Zombieman. All of them need love. Another note is that like a lot of the Pokemon Game characters, we don't have as much of a story from Mina other than she left Seafolk Village to work on her art, and since this is AU for Pokemon, there will be more Mina backstory and by defult more King backstory.

Disclaimer: One Punch Man doesn't belong to me, Pokemon doesn't belong to me, the images don't belong to me

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It had happened three years ago, a while after their parents had up and left them in M-City to pursue their own dreams. She was fifteen then, her brother twenty-six- more than capable to take care and become a legal guardian to her. The peace only lasted a few months before she got restless.

Their mother was a Melanokinetic with control over ink, their father was a normal human. A small family of golden blonde haired, blue-gray eyed people.

Mina Matsurika sometimes wondered if she was the reason they left her and her brother, she wasn't normal- that was for sure- and her mother had expressed the want for a normal child, not a child with a kinetic ability like she had. When her brother had been born, she had been overjoyed, especially when he showed no superhuman abilities. When she had been born, their mother had been delighted to have a little girl.

Until she was in school.

The first event that had happened, that she could remember, was when she first found an open tube of paint at her school. She was in her first year of grade school and had always been intrigued by the art and paintings that were hung up in her home by her mother. Even at a young age, she was a bit aloof, not really bothered by the same things that others were, she didn't care about appearance or the pop stars that were currently famous. Sometimes she was isolated and bullied over it, but like everything else, she didn't care.

It was about the end of the day when it happened, she was in the art room, cleaning up. In primary school, she had learned that she loved to paint, and now that she had access to an art room meant she could spend some time- if only a little bit at a time- painting.

She remembered somehow making the paint flow that had spilled onto the floor, making it flow onto scattered, blank papers, and then watching as it started taking shape. She remembered being to enticed to notice the art teacher coming in.

Then she remembered sitting in front of her parents, unblinking as they expressed themselves in words she didn't know the meaning to, only for her blank mask to be broken when her mother started to express her dislike.

Paint cans that were left in storage exploded, the paint on the walls and paintings started to liquefy again and drip down the walls and frames. She didn't want her mother to hate her, but she was scared at the anger expressed.

She was sent to her room, where she stayed until morning when he brother brought her out to get away from their parents. She wasn't sure what it would accomplish since they would just have to go back home again, but she was okay with spending the day with her Otaku big brother.

Fast forwards and she was standing on the side of the street, rubbing a bit of blood from her cheek as she walked past a convenience store. Bullies at school found her weird, so they targeted her and her art, she was observant and knew when they were angry, so she did her best to avoid confrontation, but not that day.

And once again, her powers that her mother had tried to smother lashed out. This time the paint had shot up and sharpened against their skin, cutting them.

Each incident brought her parents' anger down on her, each time her big brother would come and try to comfort her, but she knew she was slowly closing herself off, using an Air-head like and more aloof personality to keep herself safe.

Then they left. M-City, two years after moving there, their parents left her and her big brother in an apartment, fully paid for and alone. Her brother was distraught, but she wasn't as affected.

But she was restless, she packed a small bag with her books and art supplies before telling her brother.

She wanted to explore, she wanted to see the other cities, she wanted to paint, and she wanted to control her power. He was reluctant, but she convinced him.

Traveling around was an interesting experience, though. She met people she wouldn't have thought she would- like the two siblings traveling around to get stronger and the pink haired boy who worked at a school in the town she was wondering through- and had nearly done things that she was sure her brother would have had a panic attack over.

The monsters didn't phase her, though, she walked past them and if they got too close her Palletakinesis would activate to cut them down. When she was in the park, she met her first friend other than her brother.

It was a small monster, though, which had scared the Heroes sent to dispatch it. It was tiny, but the dust around it that it was shooting off was paralytic. It resembled a little butterfly or a bee, and when she had first seen it she had wondered where Science had gone wrong. Then she realized it was a monster.

She didn't remember how exactly it ended up following her around and being friendly with her, but it did and she called it Ribombee. Her second "friend" was in Q-city, she had just finished painting a man in a dog suit beating up a monster. He intrigued her so she came back the next day to see if she could find him. He was fighting monsters again, Ribombee also shared her curiosity as well, buzzing around.

She had approached him when he had settled on top of the monster's corpse, making sure she didn't step in too much blood- getting paint on her person was one thing, but blood was not a good idea. A stare off had started between the two blank-faced humans before Mina pulled the paper of the dog-man out and gave it to him, then left. She didn't know if that counted as friendship or not, but she re-used the method when she met the regenerating man and one-eyed cyborg.

She wondered around for a while before retracing her steps into the inner-lettered cities. C-City had a big stadium, B-City looked like a giant human had fallen on it. She found it a bit amusing as she rode the train into A-City, Ribombee with her.

That's when it happened, she supposed. She was looking out the window, thumbing the ring that she had made, when a dark shadow covered the sun, blotting out the sky.

She hadn't experienced anything like it, fear and adrenaline coursed through her body as a bright light came from the bottom of whatever blocked the sun out and suddenly everything was black.

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A/N: So how is it? Good? Bad? I hope I'm getting Mina's personality down... Just as a note, Ribombee is quite (and by quite I mean A LOT) large than it is in canon Pokemon universe, because in the canon Pokemon universe it's like .08" or something. It's teeny tiny in that universe but since it's AU and in AUs rules are bent, Ribombee is about the size of her hand.