Ok! This is SoraKyo93 writing her first every Mystery Dungeon Romance story! Flame with Some Ice!


Yes! Romance! With a little action. Now, it'll be in...uh, the first Mystery Dungeon game. Blue.


Doombour: Hug?

Me: Hugs to reviewers yes, but you may eat this cereal! *poofs up cereal*

Doombour: :D Yay! Now, wiscwamer! *starts eating*


Me: Huh? Oh...SoraKyo93 does not own Mystery Dungeon, Pokemon, anything romantic in her closet, or a frilly pink dress. But she does own her names as her pokemon!!

Sora sighed. She had been sleeping in her bed when the ground started shaking abruptly. Then, some weird voice from nowhere starts asking meaningless questions. The voice had left, leaving the 15 year old tomboy in the dark. She sighed again. How boring.

All of a sudden, jolting pain seared through her body. She screamed. 'What in the name of all good is happening?!' She kept screaming...until she passed out.

Tomo yawned. He was very bored; as a Growlithe, he had been shooting Flamethrower at some targets, but that had tired him out and now he sat in the Forest. He watched some Caterpie walk-slither?-home. It was getting late. He wanted badly to make a Rescue Team, but no one wanted to work with such a Fire type that lazed about.

Tomo sighed, and started his tredge back, when he heard a small groan. He ran towards the tree line he had heard it from.

Tomo slowly crept his way towards it; there were more earthquakes than usual and it seemed that all the Pokemon were agitated at the thought of it. Tomo knew how to defend himself in battle, but hoped it wouldn't come to it.

Sora groaned slightly. Her head ached and her back, stomach, and her arms felt as if they had been stretched beyond all rubberiness. She shook her head slowly; it felt...offbalanced. She turned her head to see...a Growlithe staring at her. The Growlithe smiled. "Wow, I had hoped it wasn't an agitated Pokemon. I'm sure glad to see ya."

Sora gasped. "Wa! You-you're a Pokemon! You aren't supposed to talk!" She jumped up, ignoring the sick feeling in her stomach. The Growlithe tilted his head. "Well...yeah, I can. So can you. You're an Eevee. A strange one, but an Eevee nonetheless." The Growlithe nodded his head. "I'm Tomo. You?"

Sora shook slightly. "Sick." She turned her head, threw up, then passed out.

Ooh! Cliffy time for all lovers of cliffs!


Doombour: Hug?

Me: Yes, please click Review button and hug little Doombour...before he turns homicidal.


Doombour: *Happy Tree friends laugh*

Me: O_O Save me!