Author's notes: Well, I apologize right now to my Made of Legends readers. I simply can't pull up the inspiration for the next chapter and I this idea had been stuck in my head for quite some time, so I thought I'd write it out finally.

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When Drew abruptly left the Contest scene, he didn't know how much it would cost him. When May's family relocates to his hometown because of the recent strings of robberies that have occurred, she didn't know how much old wounds could hurt. When these two meet again after so long, they don't realize just how deep their fates are intertwining; especially when the roots go back to their ancestry and to a battle that's sustained as long as Hoenn itself.

Chapter 1: Late Night Take-Out

Rehearsal:1.A session of exercise, drill, or practice, usually private, in preparation for a public performance, ceremony, etc.: a play rehearsal; a wedding rehearsal.

He laughed silently to himself as he recalled the dictionary definition of the word. It was merely a joke for him and Christine when they were running through his practice. She had wondered what they would find under 'rehearsal', (though being significantly older than him, she should have known the word's meaning)and the two had pulled a dictionary off the shelves of her home. In truth, it was just a way to alleviate the anxiety that had gnawed away in the pit of his stomach. Chris knew it too; there was hardly a thing in the world that he could keep secret from her.

"Well, you seem to be making good progress. Nikki's just sent me a message; looks like the police are on their way, so I highly suggest making your exit now." A female voice crackled in his ear. She sounded completely lax and he could see Chris sitting back in her favorite leather wheeled chair, speaking into a microphone headset while staring at the various computer screens that surrounded her, each one vital to his survival.

"One step ahead of you, Chris." He smirked audibly and though it made no sound, he heard her emerald eyes roll upwards in annoyance. "Let's go Flygon!" He pulled a small red-and white sphere from his pocket, enlarging it and pressing the white button in the middle.

A bright light flashed and the room he was in seemed smaller already as a large, dragon-shaped figure took up a good portion of space. His various shades of green contrasted nicely with the red that appeared occasionally and through his eyes, covered by a lens that could only be described as red goggles, he glanced at his trainer, a happy cry leaving the Pokémon.

"Nice job. But you're still inside the building. Flygon's not going to help much." Chris remarked dryly. Admittedly, she knew where the scenario was heading. Her cousin was too predictable for her taste. Still, the blinking red dots on one of her screens were quickly approaching the sole green dot that was her cousin and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous for him.

"Relax." He replied, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "Flygon, let's create an exit. I'm sure that the regular one won't be of much use." He joked and he heard her scoff through the earpiece. "What? Breaking a few windows won't hurt!"

And as Chris tried to protest, she was drowned out as Flygon's fan like tail, a smaller replica of his red lined green wings, smashed into one of the walls that was completely made of glass that overlooked a serene portion of LaRousse. At least, it was serene until Flygon made sure a shower of glass would rain down on the view.

Almost immediately, the room glowed red, a piercing alarm ringing throughout the room. Flygon stepped out of the hole he just made, hovering in the air near the window as he waited patiently for his trainer.

"Got what you needed?" Chris asked, worry subsiding somewhat. It was unexplainable, but she always felt more comfortable when there was an alarm going off then when rooms stayed silent. An alarm meant that someone was waiting; nothing meant someone was expecting them. Nothing meant that it was easy and easy was never good; not in their business.

"No. I came all the way here to break in and I'm leaving empty-handed." He remarked sarcastically, pulling out a small, black drawstring pouch that had something inside it.

"Oh, then you're even more of an idiot than I thought. What do you do the breaking in for? The thrill?" Chris scoffed in reply, swiveling in her seat. He knew the drill from there and she didn't need to baby him anymore. "Just get out before security gets there."

"Don't be such a nag.' He grinned, running towards the shattered windows as a thudding noise came from the door opposite of the room. "Oooh, nice call there; you've done this before haven't you?" he joked.

"Maybe, but what you're doing is easy compared to what I did."

He hopped down onto Flygon's back, gently tapping the Pokémon's sides. They took off, the high wind whistling in his ears as Flygon darted in and about LaRousse's technologically advanced skyscrapers. For good measure, the Dragon type glided past the monorail system before pumping his wings over to the acclaimed Battle Tower. It was a sight they had seen so many times, yet never tired of. LaRousse city was where he truly felt at ease; even if he was being labeled at the moment as a thief.

Flygon ascended up into the air, cloaked by the clouds and his clothes felt drenched. "Flygon, let's head back. Chris'll chew our ears off if we don't make it back soon." He grumbled, though truth be told, he didn't like the cold air.

"Gon!" the Pokémon craned his neck to grin happily at his trainer before dive-bombing down back to the earth. His green wings were tucked in closely, cutting off some of the stinging chilled wind that was biting at his trainer's exposed skin. They burst through the clouds and were in a different part of LaRousse. It was one that seemed more in touch with nature, rather than full of gadgets and gizmos that the city was famous for. There was lush, green grass that seemed to sway with the wind and a forest lined the backs of houses. Speaking of, the homes were very nicely spaced, about a minute walk from each one. He knew. He'd timed them once.

Flygon landed near a very isolated home, closer to the small forest than the other homes. It was two-story house, painted white with a clean blue roof. The lights were on in almost all the windows and he rolled his eyes. Chris loved to waste the electricity. Behind the house was a fenced off area that contained multiple Pokémon who were fast asleep, results from the many captures she had made during her own trips almost a decade ago.

"Return, Flygon." He pulled out the Pokeball, a red light hitting the Dragon type square in the chest and recalled it back into the Pokeball. He shrank the capsule to its more convenient size before waltzing up to the front door.

It swung open before he had a chance to pick the lock (he had left his keys in his room) and there stood his cousin, looking proud and slightly relieved. "I'd say that that was a job well done. Told you those extra hours of practice were worth it."

He rolled his chartreuse eyes at her, tossing the small drawstring pouch into her waiting hands. "Why would I practice? It's hard to improve on perfection." He grinned cockily, walking past her and up the steps, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "I'll be up finishing homework if you need me." He raised a hand in departure as Chris shut the door, inspecting the jewel that was inside the pouch.

Another clean hit.

Xxx

Whoo, and there's chapter one~

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