After reading a lot of stories, writing plenty of one-shot stories, I finally got this sequel up and going. Previous try a failure, I've redone it now, hoping to get this story unto nice wraps, unlike my stupid cliffhanger in the preceding story, "Yin and Yang." So, I hope this turns out better than that, and I do not want to make a trilogy. Sorry; my muse isn't a developed as well at the moment. So...hopefully this turns out better than last time, the time when my head wasn't as calm and stoic as it is now.

So enough of my ranting, and we now proceed to the usual legal statement saying:

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. It rightfully belongs to Satoshi Taijiri.


Prologue

Her blood-red eyes weren't as intimidating as they used to. Her usually forceful attacks weren't so...forceful. Her speed couldn't even overpass that of a Slowpoke. Her intelligence seemed rather...low. Her once generous attitude had rapidly developed into a snappy one. She looked blankly at the dull coloring of the wall, which was plain gray as she glared with thoughtfulness hinted with her furrowed brow.

What happened to me?

She turned to face the small square-like shaped whole that they considered a window, letting the wind's gentle touch brush her head. She stared emotionlessly there as well, the full moon and the varied-sized stars the only provision of light and entertainment in the tight-spaced room. She wondered, for probably the millionth time, if she could ever see moonlit landscape in full. She grit her teeth, jerking her head from the sight, and trying her best to dismiss the thought, for she knew it would never happen.

How can I be so...reckless?

Thud! Her slender head fell unto the cold cemented floor, trying to choke away tears but to no avail. Her eyes that were aggressive slits narrowed to an even more piercing gaze, angered at the idea that developed into her mind. "Stupid," her voice enabled the soft yet fierce tone that she uttered, disturbing the silence that completely engulfed the small space that was unbelievably considered as a "room".

No; I have nothing to do with this.

True a statement enough, her imperfections had no involvement in this. To prove her point, she dove deep into the recesses of her mind, thinking of a valid reason why it wasn't. "Cruel and stupid," she murmured as she did so, the two words she spat as if they were something distasteful. "Cruel...and stupid!"

That greedy, foxy, and evil...

"Dinner time."

She held a piercing stare due to instinct, but such a gaze lasted for a moment, as the realized it was only a blue-furred jackal that held a bowl of steaming soup. She held the same frown as the serpent before her, and her glare softened a little. "Oh. It's only you, Lucario."

"It's udon today," she spoke indifferently, passing the marble bowl from under the small gap of the steel bars.

With a jerk of her tail, the regal serpent whipped the meal lightly, too frustrated to enjoy something as exquisite as that. "So what?" She snapped, a strong tone in her voice.

"So...the mistress wants another one...tomorrow."

"The little bitch," she hissed, enraged once more. "so egocentric."

"Yeah, like you had any other choice."

As the aura dog's tail was out of sight, the cell was silent, as the serpent went through her thoughts for the millionth time this day.

What happened to me?