//The Summer Fly-Away

[Shiny Espeon]

//The Summer Fly-Away

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"Let's get these teen hearts beating faster and faster!"

-Panic At The Disco

T.O.C.
One (http://www.pokezam.com/forums/showpost.php?p=78444&postcount=2)
Two (http://www.pokezam.com/forums/showpost.php?p=81011&postcount=6)
Three (http://www.pokezam.com/forums/showpost.php?p=81663&postcount=13)

[Shiny Espeon]

1


Mrs. Moon is illuminating the entire night sky, throwing a silver blanket on the cumulous clouds and bathing the sullen buildings of FallarborTown in an ominous glow. I’m still pondering why she is alone tonight, why the beautiful stars have left the milky night sky. Without the stars cutting holes of light in the sky, said sky just looks creepy. It’s not helping that Mrs. Moon’s light isn’t enough to stop foreboding shadows from dancing on the mountain tops, nor illuminate the mountain pathways enough for campers. Maybe it’s just the lightening problem or the fact that it’s exactly midnight, but Fallarbor just feels…dangerous right now. As if something could go terribly wrong tonight.

“Get here soon,” I whisper to my window as I yank it open. A warm breeze ruffles my purple locks around, and I smile. Summer in Fallarbor is so fun! Even at midnight, you can smell moonflowers. The mystical sense that makes you feel as if anything can happen is almost tangible, and my home town is so pretty at night time you’d feel as if FallarborTown is Disneyland!

I giggle to myself as I do a final check of myself on the mirror. It’s not that I like looking at myself, it’s just...well, I haven’t seen him in three years! I want to look good, you know what I mean? I mean, he’s just…smooth, and I’m not exactly the most graceful person in the world. Plus, what if he doesn’t get a good impression of me? No, I want his impression to be great! It’s not like I have feelings for him or anything….it’s just that, well, a lot has happened since we departed from this town nary three years ago….adventure, Pokemon, maybe a little longing…

“Blushing again, eh?” came a rough voice from the milky night sky. Oh, that strangely seductive voice…rough like a true man yet compassionate at the same time.

“Oh!” I gasp in my shocked voice, embarrassed. How long had I been blushing at the thought of him? Not that the sudden sound of his toughened voice didn’t send little whimsical whispers scattering through my body anyway…

Rammstein’s waiting on the edge of my windowsill, a smile stretched out across his matured face. Even after years of friendship, his physical and graceful ways still have enough appeal to dazzle me. How does a guy climb up a three story mansion without so much as breaking a sweat on his handsome face? I know I’d be falling face-first back to the ground if I had to attempt scaling a house solely by the fragile vines that clung to it. And let’s not even get started on the way he can suddenly appear behind me and all over my windowsill without me noticing…Sometimes I really think he’s made of pure magic, you know?

“Well…what are you waiting for? Stutter already Eiko. You’re freaking me out,” he demands before snorting a few of his loud guffaws.

It’s so easy to stutter; even though I got rid of the habit months ago…He’s handsome. He was before we left our tiny town three years ago, and it just seems like…he grew into himself! It’s like watching a rose blossom from a tiny bud to a velvety flower, although somebody as rugged as him wouldn’t call himself a flower.

I’m not saying he’s so tough he’s a mountain hiker; he’s quite the opposite when you look at him for the first time. Rammstein’s my age, seventeen, although he actually looks like he’s twenty or older. Let me start off my saying he’s clean (that kind of clean, I wouldn’t know). His face is acne free, a complete white mask not interrupted by any signs of facial hair. All of his slick, smooth obsidian hair is pointed forward with his quiff, a hairstyle he’s had forever that looks sooo good on him. His forehead isn’t shiny or anything, considering how…albinohe is. He’s grown into his cheekbones, no baby fat or anything of the sort to negate the perfect shape of his chin and overall face. His eyes are seriously the sex, deep, round, teal ovals you can stare into for hours without a cause. His thin lips, perfectly shaped nose, that alert expression he’s always wearing…

“Hey, you!” I exclaim at the sight of him, my trilling voice so innocent next to his deep base. I take a step closer to him, punching him right in his lower set of abs, just like the newb days. Except for the fact that I just took a jab at a rock-he didn’t have those muscles last time!

He got…buff. Not so built like a wrestler, but lean and graceful-he grew into a swimmer’s body! Not only that, but his twenty-four pack seemed….natural, like he was born to be a Chippendale. I’m not saying that he wouldn’t look good as a Chippendale, though!

“Wow, I grew into a ‘you’…why don’t you say my name?” he teased in his normal taunting attitude. The difference…his words seemed like a thin veil covering up something else, almost like a second meaning. Or was I just being…captivated?

I would have disgusted at the thought of that, but it just didn’t…to be honest, it felt right to be attracted by him, as if we were two different people than those growing up teens three years ago. Were we so different?

He suddenly got up from my milky windowsill as I contemplated the rush of new emotions. How much taller had he gotten?! We were both somewhere around five feet when we departed on our adventures, but I stayed at fivefeet. Rammstein wasn’t a flower; he was more like a full grown tree! How tall was he? At the brink of seven feet? He towered over me like I imagined a shinigami would, and I suddenly felt…powerless over him, like his loom suddenly drained hope from me. That was natural, right? Since he was so rough and tough anyway…

“I’m not saying your ghetto-*** name, you stupid German,” I giggled at him in my high pitched voice, somehow feeling scared against how…big he was. He seemed to double the width of my tiny body, and I felt like I needed…power. I didn’t realize how insulting I sounded until it came out of my mouth, either. Guilt flared across my face in a wild blush, and before I knew it Rammstein exploded into laughter. His big body shook with his roars of happiness, and it seemed the house rocked with his jubilance.

“Oh no, oh no!! Sssh! My parents live in this house, too, Rammstein!” I exclaim in a fast, furious whisper as I put my hands out to calm him. Wait. He wasn’t a dog!

He let his laughter roll off the white walls for a few more moments before smiling a wide smile that hadn’t changed at all since the last time I met him. He backed away, giving me breathing room and allowing my heart to start beating again. He settled for my bed this time, jumping on the king size pink frill and laying on it like he lived here. Or as if he had just come back from a long and tiring day of power owning other trainers.

Rammstein isn’t a picky dresser. I let my light pink eyes roll over for him for another painfully seductive moment before I realized that part of him hadn’t changed either. He wore simple black gym shorts, faded gray after traveling abuse yet still holding our old school logo on the right end. His plain sky blue t-shirt wasn’t too tight fitting, yet you still got to see his muscular orientation with it on. He wore a white tank top under it that stretched farther than the shirt. The fair outfit all matched up with his blue Air Forces that brought out the goodness of his eyes.

His teal orbs of pure wonderment watched me gently, shifting from adoration to subliminal embarrassment before quickly changing again into humor. A smug smirk snaked its way across his perfect lips (did I say that already?) before he sat up from my bed. “So we gonna spend all night thinking about sucking each other’s face or go outside already?” he joked, and I couldn’t help but smile. He was right; tonight was the perfect time for exploring.

I grabbed my yellow L/Hello Kitty tote bag and threw it over my right shoulder, slipped my Pokemon belt of four special Pokeballs on before smiling to him. “Ok, ready,” I trilled to him in my treble voice. I made my way to the door before he stopped me. Rawr! I was always too late!

“Hey, hey, hey…you seriously aren’t thinking about leaving without looking at yourself? You know I don’t do this often for girls or guys so shut up while I compliment you!” he waited in front of my full length mirror then, coaxing to me with his smile and pulling me towards him with his unique Rammstein force. I sighed and went to stand in front of him, staring at the gold styling of my least favorite mirror (hey, it was too big!) before looking at me.

I stood in the mercy of five feet and five inches, grateful that I wasn’t too small. My feisty mom calls me the skinny biznitch of the household, but I’m not anorexic like my aunt sometimes comments. I have straight and silky purple hair (it’s natural, boys!) that curls at the end, maybe four or more inches past my shoulders. My bangs splash across my forehead in an “innocent” fashion, although it makes me look younger. The huge yellow boy in my head is a personal gift from my mother, which perfectly matches the light yellow ballet shoes with the special pom-pom frill my father got me. This is my favorite shirt right here, this pink t-shirt that matches my black lapis skinny jeans. I look much younger than seventeen, but most people refer to it as cute.

My best human friend sighed into my ear, warming more than the lobe. The feeling baked me on the inside, but he didn’t seem to notice. “I miss your eyes, you know. You’re the only girl I know with pink rose irises that a guy can fall into…” his own eyes are heavenly when he says this beautiful piece of poetry, surprising me with the way he seemed to sigh every word. I blushed a bit, and he smiled.

“Well, what do you know? You lost all those pimples!” he laughed but didn’t back away from me.

“Rammstein!” I exclaim, not really insulted but happy I didn’t lose my rough-n-tough boy to a poetic artist.

He finally backed away from me then after another reddening grin, grabbing my hand and tugging me out my room. When we were fourteen it was natural for him to hold my hand, considering that we grew up together through all the odd phases of…growing…well, at least I did. It was weird now, though, since I hadn’t felt the warm sensation of his hand on mine since three years. Rammstein acted as if we had never been separated.

He sensed my feeling of embarrassment and chuckled. We passed through the rest of my house, silent to avoid awaking my “roomies” (my mom and my dad). Geez, I wish they would get their own house. Their excuse: “We know you’re a successful young lady but we don’t want you sleeping with men!!” I was completely shocked with the ******ed answer but decided not to kick my parents out. We also didn’t want to wake up my baby Growlithe now did we?

We finally locked the chromed doors to my house and I sighed. The night air felt so good when you were actually outside to let it wash over you! It was like the ocean but in a gas form. I smiled at the thought and took a look around our milky town, enjoying the beauty the moon gave us. Rammstein didn’t waste time though.

“Rizaadon! Get your butt out here!” he exclaimed into the night sky, throwing a red and white sphere in the air. I immediately understood who was in that first Pokeball, the tender Pokemon who was rugged just like his trainer…

The ball exploded on the rocky terrain of Fallarbor’s ground, and a flurry of red surrounded the creature before a roar was heard. A beast taller than Rammstein and multiplied in mass by at least three times stood before us, ferocious like the dragon people didn’t classify him as yet gentle as the kind ruler of the world. The bright orange body was vivid against the contrast of the murky night, the ignited tail larger than a shoe box. The dragon did not have any fat on his body, but instead muscle; Rammstein trained his first Pokemon with vigor. With cracked skin made of protective shells and harsh, unforgiving eyes, I realized Rizaadon had grown since the last time I saw him. He was no longer a cute little Charmander, but a tough Charizard.

Dragon Pokemon were, in short, my specialty. I understood them better than most people for some reason, and I was able to see through their tough façade to the shy soul beneath the scales. It just came naturally to me, like a born talent. So it was no surprise to me that Rizaadon’s aged face and hardened appearance meant nothing to me. After all, inside that huge beast was the tiny Charmander I knew three years ago.

“Hey Rizzy…” I cooed as I scratched the Pokemon tenderly on his belly, or lack of one, whilst staring into his eyes. I was right-he was still that cute little Pokemon I knew three years ago!

The fire type growled in affection, reaching down to rub his huge head against me. Rammstein cleared his throat, tired of gushy crap for now. I giggled at his impatience before backing off against Rizaadon and taking a Pokeball off my belt. This one was special, too; it was my first Pokemon, concealed within a bright pink heal ball. I grabbed it off my belt carefully, as if Trizzy could feel my grasp from inside her rosy-colored chamber.

“I love you Trizzy!” I whispered as I threw the Pokeball into the air with grace. I always got tired of all those fake lines trainers said when they released their Pokemon: “Come on out blank!” or “Let’s get em Blank!” or “Do your best Blank!” I didn’t hate Ash Ketchum – he just got annoying.

Trizzy exploded out the ball in flashes of blue stars, and I smiled at my first Pokemon. My Flygon, evolved from the bare basics of a lonely Trapinch. The patterned green and red body, the dazzling sound of her tail waving around, the goggles she seemed to match together… her skin was smooth unlike other dragon type Pokemon, something that made me giddy inside. She seemed to beam at our long lost friend before I jumped onto her. She was way bigger than me, so she didn’t even seem to falter at my weight.

Rammstein wasted no time-he was already up in the sky, looking like Batman on his super awesome steed. He winked at me as we gained elevation, leaving Fallarbor behind us. I felt my stomach fly through my throat as usual at the funny feel of flying, but smiling anyway. Rammstein zoomed off in a direction, and Trizzy and I soon followed.

We cut through the fabric night blanket like glass scissors.

[Settara]

I like it. Some parts of it made me laugh a little. keep up the good work! :)

[Shiny Espeon]

Yay! Thank you. I know, I try to put a few funny things in here, some are...reference jokes and some are cute. :3

Thanks for reviewing! I'll have Chappie Two up when I come back.

[Settara]

Okay. :D I hope it will be soon.

[Shiny Espeon]

Two

We felt like cartoon heroes gliding through Never, Never Land. Fallarbor was silent under our careful watch, the guardians of the town protecting everyone from dangerous monsters. We were on the prowl with our dragons, slipping and sliding across the glassy night air with the chalky moon as our lamp light. The wind whistled past our ears and slapped my hair around playfully, sending scents of moon dust up my nose. I smiled at the way my stomach lurched at the vibration of flight, the way Trizzy only sped up to make my heart hammer harder.

Rammstein was a show off, a trait that warmed my core to see still intact. He and Rizaadon were the graceful acrobats of the sky, flipping and sliding around as if they owned gravity. The blur of red in the sky must have looked like far too many things to an imaginative third party viewer, but I didn’t think about that.

“So ostentatious!” I shouted to him, my voice a bell blurred into the whispers of the wind. Trizzy accelerated, her colorful wings keeping a beautiful rhythm.

“Like I know what that means!” his deep voice replied before SWOSH. One minute he was there, the next minute he and his faithful Pokemon were diving to the ground.

“He’s ours, Trizzy. Him and his little fire type, too!” I murmured into her ear, powering up. Hyping up a fast dragon type Pokemon for a big dive always made it twice as fun! It was like telling the roller coaster to go ahead and go 120 miles per hour instead of the flimsy 70 most slowed down at. “Go get em, girl!” I shouted, grabbing onto her neck like a wild harness. I laughed something high pitched and drunken before Trizzy roared with me. Then, BOOM!

I never guessed it would be this easy. I was anticipating a lot of sweat and nervousness from being around Rammstein, not even getting started on flying around with him. But actually…it’s been quite the opposite. I started with a little mild shyness, but then it bloomed into fun! Flying around the night like two kids sneaking off into the night with loud cars…

“WOO!” I screamed into the silver sky, my voice unfamiliar and wild. The dive was so fun-it was losing all sense of steep and dropping straight to the ground with nothing to stop you except for the trust you had in your Pokemon. The wind slapped my hair back in purple snakes that were alive while my body slammed forward onto Trizzy. It was incredibly exhilarating; the feeling of danger surged through me, and I laughed again!

“RAWWWWWR!” Trizzy roared as we neared the ground. It sped forward to us like a car about to crash into us, but we were smart drivers. My faithful steed did a perfect land on the ground, landing on her claws like a cat. The wind suddenly ceased to exist, yet the effects of it reminded me that flying was far too fun. The heart did a decrescendo to a quiet tapping, and I slipped off my first Pokemon with grace.

Or the grace that I wished I had, thank you very much!

“Whoa now, you’re on the ground now, and there is a difference between gravity and…non gravity,” Rammstein joked in his deep voice, cracking laughs at my cat-like reflexes. He was suddenly before me, popping out of the beautiful scene before us like an internet advertisement. For a minute he was the green gentleman in this rocky wasteland, and the next he was Mr. Tough. He let go of my hand, and stared towards the moon.

“Yeah, I gotta work on that grace thing. You’d think flying and dragons would help, but it doesn’t.” I scrambled for my feet before standing next to him and truly appreciating Moon Land.

Moon Land was like being in outer space, almost like being in Fallarbor Town in the view of a drunk. Of course Mother Moon ruled here, bathing the mountains in white and contrasting sweetly against the overwhelming black. The clouds seemed to side with the stars, for they too disappeared in the midst of the perfect night. The damp air had no traces of smell, so I decided that the moist air would smell of marshmallows! (can’t blame a girl for imagination!). The gravel crunched underneath my ballet shoes, and suddenly the spanning mountains and cracked ground before me seemed very insignificant.

Rammstein brought us to a large rock outcropping atop a mountain. Now I suddenly felt insignificant; it was the deluge of emotion you felt when you were standing next to the ocean. You felt small. Now I felt small next to this copper sea of rocks. Despite how scary that must sound, it felt good to feel small.

“It’s so pretty…” I sighed as I stared into the scenery farther now, probing into detail to satisfy a growing affection.

“Just like your mom…”

“You’re such a jerk Rammstein…” I told him, quietly joking with him and loving his attitude.

He must have noticed that I had less sarcasm in my voice this time, but more annoyance. He thought I was irritated with him for messing around; his face crunched up in sorrow and his eyes poured apology into mine. His mouth dropped open slightly in confusion, but he was quick to pull it back up. For just one second he lost all his confidence. In just one slip up, he had thought he misplaced his long lost friend to his new changes.

“Aww…” I cooed gently to him, going to him like a mother her child to comfort him. “Don’t worry baby, everything’s fine…” I finished, patting him on his huge back and snuggling myself into him.

“Right. Sorry, it’s been a while. I wasn’t sure you were the same…” I watched him for a moment, alleviated that his face smoothed out to its normal mask. “It took me too long to realize you were joking.” His eyes glazed over now, the oceanic orbs where his soul swam around peacefully…

Our impatient third party viewers, Trizzy and Rizaadon, cleared their throats impatiently. Trizzy turned her head to the side, embarrassed to be caught in our little moment like a fly in a web. Rizaadon had no shame; he was still the impetuous little Charmander who didn’t like the idea of being able to witness his master about to make out with girls. I felt bad for both of them having to see that!

“**** Rizz. You need someone. Badly.” Rammstein said, irritated with the interruption. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a tiny round ball the size of my fingernail. It was hidden against the black night, but with Rammstein here I felt as if the ball might very well be a bomb of some sort. “Go get laid or something,” he huffed as he launched the ball far into the night with a hard throw of his muscular arm. Rizzy flew off then, anxious to please his master. “No food tomorrow if you don’t retrieve that ball!” he shouted after the dragon, already blending in with the night.

Trizzy, emerald eyes down and body coiled in a very uncomfortable way, already knew her queue. “Bye sweetie,” I whispered into her, wrapping my arms around her green neck and gently kissing her bye for the moment. She smiled back at me in her Flygon smile, her musical tail rattling something affectionate. I backed away from the rocket then, watching as it bounded off into the sky to find somewhere to go. To discover something new. Possibly something very, very new…

As I was pondering what S.S. Trizzy would find in Moon Land, Rammstein swiftly sat down on a rock within our little cave. I followed my leader, sitting next to him and soaking up his presence. I wondered if he felt the same déjà vu I felt-the memories and lost emotions that suddenly returned to me when we sat next to each other, like all my old memories had been stored into his being and his in mine. The time when we were kids, innocent little people who simply liked the creatures called Pokemon. The day when those arrogant kids decided they would race through the region and make something of themselves, in hopes to beat each other but only coming up as lost partners…

“So…I heard you run the gym in this town now,” he awkwardly whispered, knowing the answer but desperate to stop the suffocating atmosphere.

“Absolutely! Fallarbor Gym-The Cage of the Dragons,” I dangerously said, licking my lips and letting adventure light up my tinted eyes. Whenever I thought of my career and the wild Pokemon that powered it up, I couldn’t help but feel an amazing surge of thrill. It was like oral secks or something freakishly close, but I couldn’t help but feel hyped up when someone dared speak about my gym and my Pokemon.

“I heard you’re that ‘badass’ kid who defeated all the gym leaders in Hoenn,” I started, and couldn’t help but smile when he smirked something fierce, “Who is cocky enough to take on the challenge of the Elite Four.”

All tension in our Bat Cave disappeared into the exciting discussion to come. Rammstein pulled something slick and shiny out of his pocket, and at first I thought it was an iTouch. I then felt stupid to understand that it was a badge case, but quickly surprised.

In the course of three tiny years (it felt like months) Rammstein had already gathered the Stone, Knuckle, Dynamo, Heat, Balance, Feather, Mind, and Rain Badges. They all shined neatly, glowing in the darkness like neon rock candy. I imagined it was candy to him-to receive that many badges, even one, was a huge honor. I imagined the stunned look on the other faces of my new comrades when my best friend beat them all down like a new version of Bruce Lee. Well, German version at least.

I pulled my own badge case out of my silk bag, and felt the competitive spirit of three years ago melt into nothing. There in the striped pink jaguar stripes of my case shined the same badges, except for an extra one fitting neatly at the end-my own, solely owned by me as of now.

We stared at each other’s achievements, as if seeing something different in the same glass carvings.

“You know the rules of the Elite Four,” Rammstein started, losing interest and instead finding new emotion in my eyes, “I have to beat them all in four days.”

“Right.” I understood all of that-gym leaders were required to know some of it, at least. We didn’t have to beat the Elite Four, but you surely would look a nub if the normal trainers knew more information than you did about the Pokemon League.

“The Pokemon League Champion, whoever he is…” I stood back from his eyes, seeing blue flames burning. Blue is the hottest type of flame. “Will have to be beaten by me sometime after I defeat the other four.” I looked at him, my understanding split into both awe and disbelief. It was one thing to challenge a gym leader, when that was difficult and straining in itself. It was a whole different battlefield to even think about taking on an Elite. The Pokemon League Champion was so tough it was said he lived in the most strenuous mountains and trained there all day, only gracing someone with his presence when he finally had a challenger worthy. And here was my Rough-n-Tough boy right out of Fallarbor, so confident and adventure-seeking he thought he could take him on.

He could. And he would win, too.

“Will you train with me? I hear you’re the toughest gym leader, despite being a complete newb.” He smirked before tacking on, “I would love to have you by my side when I challenge the ‘Uber Awesome Leet’, ‘The Fantastic Four’, the ‘Funky Four Plus One More’”.

He wanted to have me by my side. I almost teared up at that-Rammstein must have met so many people on his journey, and out of all this time he wanted me to come with him. I wasn’t sure if it was because I was the brand new gym leader in the region and I had power, or if it was just because he wanted me. Whatever the reason, it was an honor to travel by the side of the soon to be champion. It was like guarding the right flank of the Alpha Wolf, The Robin to Batman, the Eve to Adam…

Well, maybe not really the last one.

“Sure,” I trilled in my high voice, all too excited. I beamed at him; that simple agreement would get me into so much trouble.

[Settara]

Cool! I hope Trizzy finds what she's looking for. (nudge, nudge, wink wink. lol)

[Shiny Espeon]

Oh my goodness! I was thinking that when I wrote it, but I tried not to make it positively seem like that. Ahaha, Rizzy x Trizzy. <33

Anyway, the next chapter will be fun and after that there will be rape. Or something of the sort, muahahah. >:3

[Settara]

Rape? O.o zomg... that sounds epic and dramamtic. XD

[Shiny Espeon]

Hahaha! I was joking about rape. I can't write out that type of thing. Well, not yet at least. I'd give it more time, not because I'm perverted but because I want it to be perfect-I see sex as a type of art opposed to...what some people think of it as. Well, at least in professional literary works.

But there will be something physically dramatic. :D Still working out a few plot clinks right now but I'm looking forward to writing these next chappies. <3

[Settara]

Oh i see. that's a very interesting point of veiw.

[Shiny Espeon]

Thank you! It's nice to hear that people don't think I'm sick. <33

Anyway, our computer has broken down. I'm on my dad's laptop, and I could easily just paste my story and continue to write it from a word document, but if he sees what I'm writing I'm in deep trouble. So I will have to literally write out the story in a notebook (instead of using a word document) and just type it into this thread. But...I also just started school on Monday and things are a little hectic right about now.

So sorry for the wait! :O Chapter Three will get here by the weekend (if I can write it all out, proofreading and editing and everything).

[Shiny Espeon]

3


A wonderfully high night of intoxication blurred into the milky morning, and before I knew it the wispy fog was already whispering its way through my window in a graceful way. Mr. Sun peeked out through what I was sure was heaven, his warmth greeting me from one of the best nights a teenager could have possibly have. I gripped the sheets wrapped around me, far too warm for my normal bedsheets. The real sun was here too, powering up the bed like a soft furnace yet disgracing the bed with his very being. Of course it didn't matter-Rammstein's being seemed more natural here than life itself, far more important than any life..."Good morning, you," I welcomed from a nary two inches away, my rose irises contrasting against my disheveled purple bangs.

He, so snug and so fit in my frilly bed, smiled his smug smile. He was comfortably reposed now, only inclined to open his vivid eyes and somehow wrap himself tighter against me like the forbidden serpent. His voice, groggy but eager, peacefully replied "Psyche Eiko."

Just kidding! I love my best friend Rammstein but we would never get carried away like that. Well, actually...to rephrase that, we would never get carried away too soon. That just wouldn't be responsible, right?

We both departed from our magical, stoned hide out sometime around three A.M. I went home back to the mansion, but I wasn't quite sure where he had gone to. I offered for him to stay at our little place, but he refused and said he had his own Batcave to run to. I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but knowing Rammstein it must have been a good thing. I dropped asleep after taking a long, long shower that seemed to wash off the raw thoughts of him (honesty is a good thing!). I woke up roughly ten hours later, sometime in the middle of a cloudy afternoon. I say cloudy because my folks were all over me in the morning, not because it was technically cloudy.

"Oh, so that little punk betch from three years ago finally came back to see you?"

Oh golly, that lovely man of thirty is my father. The comedian of the family and the somewhat racist, he raised me from birth with my mother and taught me all he knew about Pokemon. Even though that wasn't much, he was always the prime father to me and I really couldn't imagine traveling to different regions without saying "**** ya, about time!" to him. Of course, then he would just laugh. That's Tony senior for you!

"Dad! He's not a punk, he's like a half emo jerk and a BMX dude..." I started out, not even realizing what I said before it came out my mouth.

"Whatever he is, he is fine," (My dad and I were staring at my mom for a few seconds for that quote), "But just remember not to have sex."

"Sex is for married people!" my dad chimed in, motioning at my mom in this weird pedophile way and gesturing to her and ewww!!

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to leave him waiting at my gym, I dunno when I'll be back but please don't come after us. Bye!" The awkwardness in our living room had grown from a steady tension to a really old, perverted people atmosphere, so I had to get out. My voice had hit an all time high on that one, and yet I could still hear them laughing at me even after I closed the door! Those freaky parents of mine were so awkward, so weird...and yet they still lived at my house! I really should have started asking them to get out, but that would be mean.

Hahah! Mean, right.

"F is for friends who do stuff together, you is for you and me, n is for n-where and n-time at all down here in the deep blue sea!" I recited in A Minor, letting my trilling voice contrast against the quiet atmosphere of Fallarbor Town. The afternoon was pleasantly ominous in a way, the clouds only giving way to the bright sun in patterned patches of light spread out across the rocky ground. It didn't smell like rain, just like the homey way a town in the middle of the mountains should smell. People were out in the streets, little children chasing themselves around like puppies out in the summer...

I stopped in the middle of the old pathway to my sacred gym when I heard a pronounced whimpering out of nowhere. Gently I turned around, seeking out the bearer who I knew all too well. Hiding besides a garbage can was the one and only Growly, my pet Growlithe. Frowning at his cowardice, I gently lifted him up and cooed to him like a baby.

"Aww Growly, why are you out here? You have a dog door, you know." It wasn't until then I noticed the terrified mask of horror embedded in his dog face. His eyes were pieces of splintered stain glass, different from the serene bright eyes I had come to love. His tiger stripped hair stood up like a million needles ready to explode on the wrong person, while the quivering dog shook under my hold. His far away being looked through me like a ghost.

I was sucked into the fear in his eyes.

"What's...what's wrong with you?" my voice rippled in certain places like disturbed water, and suddenly I was snapped out of my trance with sudden, high pitched barking. Growly was out of control now, and I had no idea why! He wasn't hurt or cold from what I saw, only terrified. Yet that fear was enough for me.

"Wait!" I yelled as the dog jumped out of my hands like a lost fish. He ran then, leaping through the path like a professional jaguar. I had never seen run so fast-I didn't try to imagine what could have scared him so bad, so I only charged after him. He ran in the exact path I was going to, which only frightened me more; what if something was happening at my gym?! I knew I would be able to take any intruder on, but...what if it was more than an intruder? A gang of robbers coming for my Pokemon, people with guns, a death?

Rammstein's cocky smile and lovable appearance suffocated my mind, taking out breathing oxygen I had already lost.

"No no no no, please God no," I huffed under my breath, trying to clear my mind and my eyes at the same time. No, Rammstein was big and tough...he could take anybody! He had my faith, and if my faith failed there was always the real Faith looking after him. I pounded that thought into my head as I cleared a few logs with Growly before reaching our destination. Our destination, a fate.

Fate seemed to be the angry yet solicituous gambler for us today, playing with us in tempting manners.

My lovable Rammstein stood yards ahead of us, still as suave and rough as he always looked. He grinned at our little duo, flashing a devilish smirk at us before he went back to his kill. I watched with wide eyes, a deer in front of headlights as he vigorously punched someone into the ground, blood dripping from his white knuckles and moaning droning on from the victim of his attack.

Growly continued to whimper unsteadily, shaking like he had been drowned in water for an unhealthy amount of time. Naturally, my own hopes started to drown as well.

"What the **** are you doing?!" I shouted as I approached him in the most intimidating pose a short girl could do. I stalked forward to him, coming up to stand against him like a flower against a tree. I met nothing in his striking teal eyes except for genuine amusement-disgusting considering the situation at hand.

He continued to gawk at me for a few terribly silent moments until I shouted at him again. He chuckled lightly then, lowering his head back to the innocent victim and tightening his death grip on the guy's neck. He then flashed his eyes to mine, and for a brief moment I wondered if he was drunk or not. He didn't leave me any more time to think about anything before he pulled the gangly man up from the ground by his exposed neck.He looked so courageous and physically impressive in that one moment I wondered if he expected impunity from me simply based on his alpha position in this relationship.

Growly stood shaking in place like he was the victim of a silent earthquake.

"This *******," his tone was so masculine I felt sudden shocks running through me, "tried to break into your gym. When I got here I found him scuffling around the inside, so I pulled him out and here we are now." He tossed the man like an unwanted sack of filth onto the floor, and I automatically grimaced st the degrading gesticulation. A reddened mark formed on his neck like an angry bruise, and as the thief was grasping for air he was also breathing for safety as if he was surrounded by vicious criminals. I could only wonder.

"I will **** you up so bad you'll be ****ing messed up when I'm ****ing through with you. Get your ****ing *** outta here before I ****ing get my Pokemon on your ***." Rammstein growled one sarcastic growl and the theif was already half limping, half running for his 'sorry ****ing ***'. I watched for a few seconds as his scraggly self eventually disappeared into the distance, not really trying to commit the memory of his face into my head. I really just wanted to forget him.

And to be honest I just couldn't believe it. Rammstein stopped a thief from taking my most prized friends, my lovely dragon type Pokemon. He stood tall and went up against who knows what to save them and my heart, and soon I was brought back to the old and fuzzy memories of years ago when bullies would follow us home from school. There my Rammstein would attempt to beat them up with silly punches and immature rock throwing. He would get beat up then but not here he was, saving me again. Yet on a much larger scale.

Growly brought me out of me reviere with his intense whimpering. I turned my attention to him, brought into the present with his acute features. It became clear to me that Growly was very much like a guardian watchdog, and when he felt that something was wrong at the gym he instinctively started going on the friz.

I bent down on my knees and brought myself onto innocent level, trying to alleviate his fear with calm strokings of the hand. His warm fur was still spiked and I tried cooing to him like a baby as the rigid growling coming from his core gently died down, yet the confusion in his eyes was still as real and vivid as a light in the dark.The scared depth of those amber irises brought me into his pure feelings, and for a moment I felt as if he knew something I didn't. Something important. A warning.

"Why....what's wrong with you? The bad man is gone now sweety. Relax...." Growly broke down then, tearing away from my grip and running around erratically in vicious circles as if he was wearing a choke chain. "Growly!" I shouted in shock, jumping to my feet and left in wonder.

"Don't worry," his smooth voice coaxed to me out of nowhere, and an albino hand was suddenly relaxed on my shoulder. "He's just scared of my **** Hound Houndoom. I sent him after that scary, scary guy so he would know not to come back," Rammstein assured, a purely black Pokeball minimized into his hand. He settled it back into his pocket before I threw him into the biggest hug I could try. I let my hands wander through his hair a bit in appreciation for his brave actions and sniffed into his strong scent. He almost felt like my own personal body guard, returning to me from Heaven. Well, his type of Heaven at least.

I didn't notice how smug Rammstein seemed or the fact that Growly disappeared into the landscape.

[Catty]

You stole the FUN song! *Gasps* Hahaha.

I really like it SE! Can't wait for the other half of the chapter! Be sure to not make it sad though!

[Shiny Espeon]

It's not sad so I hope you like mysterious. >:3 Anyway thanks a lot! I finally finished up the 3rd chapter. I'll try to work on the next one soon. ^.^

[Catty]

I really liked it! You better write fast!!! Don't make me wait, lol.

[Shiny Espeon]

Sorry for making you wait! >D It might take me a little time to get this next chapter out. But trust me, I have the plot in my head. That I do. >:3