Hello everyone what is up? I am back with a new installment of Distance. I have grown fond of the story name and I have no longer any notions to change the name. But whatever that's not the point. I have a need of OC's for this story; friendly OC's, I don't need anymore Shizuo's or crazy blonde chick, I have a lot of villains already. But there can never be too may villains! I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not lay claim to the Pokemon Franchise!

Ch2: These Streets

I sat in the restaurant with Roxanne, casually leaning back in my chair, one headphone in one ear. It helped, for some reason I felt like I was being watched. I looked at her smiling face, taking a light sip of her tea, grimacing at the fact that it was (in her opinion) too sweet. "So I take it you got your Mudkip yesterday?" she asked, not much curiosity in her voice. I chuckled lightly, "Her name's Mizuhime, and I got her two days ago." She puffed out her lips, acting as if she was offended, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend your regally named Pokémon."

I laughed, she looked at me menacingly, "Oh and you got lucky today." Roxanne said playfully throwing a stale roll at me, nailing my left shoulder. I clutched it. Pain seethed from there like a never ending stream, it just kept coming. Mizuhime Roxanne's expression changed, "Are you okay? I didn't mean to hurt you love, honest."

I snickered, taking my hand of my shoulder. Pretending that the pain was faux, "Gotcha," I smiled, taking a french fry from my plate, and tossing it into my mouth. "Bastard..." she muttered. My phone rang out, I reached into my pocket, quickly answering it. I didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" I asked, I glancing at Roxanne. She stared at me queerly, it was quite apparent to her that I had no idea who was calling.

"Hi!" A feminine voice exclaimed.

"Who is this?"

"Laura," she replied.
"Oh hey, what's up?" Roxanne was now eyeing me in an unnerving manner.

"Bit of this and that..." she said not going into further detail.

"Why is your number different Laura?" Roxanne perked up at that question. She mouthed, "Laura?"

"Friend," I mouthed back. "My phone broke. So now, I have to use my home phone until I get a new one."

"Well that sucks..."

"I know right? I have to go, ta!"

I hung up, happy that the conversation had been relinquished. "Who's Laura?" Dammit I was hoping she wouldn't ask that question. "A friend," I said blandly, sighing and slumping back into my chair. "Oh really?" I gave a slight nod. "What's wrong?"

"For some reason that call killed my good mood, and I beat you today come on I didn't think anything could bring me down from that high." I practically shouted, drawing partial glances in my direction. "You got lucky," Roxanne sighed taking a swig of her tea. "Yeah sure Iwahime." She raised at eyebrow, her ruby eyes staring in my direction, questioning my new name for her. "Rock princess," I pulled out the frayed everstone.

She stared at it, for what felt like hours but were mere seconds. "You-" she stuttered, "kept it...after all these years...?" she asked, stifling a sob. I tucked it back under my shirt gently, "Yup, I wear it all the time..." I said with a light chuckle. Roxanne sniffled lightly, wiping a tear from her eye.

I placed my hand on hers, clasping it softly, giving her a warm smile. "Roxy," I said, she looked at me with sad and loving eyes. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand. This holy shrine," I said referring to her body, "the gentle sin is this. My lips two blushing pilgrims ready to stand. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." She smiled at my deed. I always recited Shakespeare to her when she was upset. Even now, after all these years, she still loved his work.

"You always know how to cheer me up." she smiled, leaning over the table and planting a light kiss on my lips. I sighed with relief. Roxanne giggled at my reaction, snorting slightly as it became more and more eratic. And them bursted into full blown laughter. There were a few casual glances in our direction, I easily dismissed them, but it became increasingly difficult as Roxanne kept laughing. "Roxy..." I groaned in embarrasment, as I was no longer able to shake off the looks thrown at us from various directions.

She exhaled loudly, ceasing her rampant laughter as she wiped a tear from her eye. Then suddenly giggling again out of backlash. I groaned rolling my eyes to which she responded with, "Don't roll your eyes at me!" and playfully threw another stale roll at my shoulder, nailing me once again in the sore spot, which hurt to no end. "Dammit..." I whispered, my eyes barred down in pain, quite possibly bringing me to tears.

"Hey!" Roxanne said. I looked up at her. My face, questioning in nature. "Let me see your shoulder." she said blandly. Her face tilted down, eyes escaping my view, possibly flickering with tears. "Why?" I asked. She simply responded with, "Don't play dumb with me," as she stood up, walking around the table and grabbed the collar of my shirt. "No, wait!" I warned. I couldn't stop her! Roxanne pulled forcefully but not enough to tear my shirt. She gasped at what she say, a large black bruise, pulsating.

"Did I..." her throat caught as she was trying to speak, tears trickling down her immaculate cheeks, "do that to you?" she asked. I watched as Roxanne fell to her knees, her hands concealing her crying eyes. "No, Hime, no" I said, kneeling down and giving her a gentle hug, raising her head, our eyes meeting. "You haven't hurt me in anyway."

"What about when I moved away? Did I hurt you then?" I nodded with hesitation, knowing that it would only make her feel worse. "Remember the pact we made?" I asked, not really expecting her to remember considering it was so long ago. As I predicted.

Flashback: 5 years ago...

Roxanne and I sat under tree, both of us somber in mood, receiving the news only recently. "I wish I could stay here..." she sighed fiddling with the end of her grey and green dress. Which she gave up, it no longer was a sufficient source of entertainment. She flopped her hands to the side. Practically giving me the opportunity. And I took it: placing my hand on hers. She stared at me in shock, a blush clearly visible across my face. "I'll move with you!" I said loudly. "We both know how impossible that is."

I sighed, "Well then... I will work tirelessly to get my parents to move to Hoenn!" I clasped both her hands together in between mine, bringing my face a foot from her's. "Then we can be together again..."

"Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"Because I love you!" I said with a sudden burst of audacity. She looked at me funny, probably frightened by my outburst. "You don't know what love is," was her reply. To that I responded by pulling out a small pocket knife. I inhaled then deeply exhaled, flipping out the blade. And proceeded with the age old of cliché of carving a heart into the tree behind us, with our names inside. "Roxy, I swear on this day. That I will come to Hoenn, become the champion of that region, marry you, and give you the life you deserve!"

End

She smiled at the sense of nostalgia, remembering that day fondly in her heart. I casually glanced at my watch. "Want to head back to the Pokemon Center?" I asked. Roxanne nodded in approval. "But first I have to settle up. Unless your buying?" The audacity! Roxanne was flashing a "you've got to be kidding me!" look. "Well!" I said heading over towards the register and grumbling, "said women could by the man dinner if she wants my resp-"

"What was that?" Roxanne asked, skipping up from behind. "Nothing..." I said hastilly reaching into my back pocket for my wallet

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Shizuo sat in the his favorite cafe, one on the outskirts of Petalburg. His fingers were interlocked, placed up the table. Contemplating the possible locations of the kid who stole his Ralts. "Hello," He looked up. A girl stood there infront of him, he instantaneously returned to his thoughts, ignoring her. "Hey," She said again. He wasn't listening. "I think we can help each other out, we're both after the same person, but we have different objectives." Shizuo perked up glancing towards her, watching as she sat down uninvited. "I help you, you help me and we both get what we want."

"How so?" he asked, skeptical.

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Water pounded against my head. I stood in the shower, lathering shampoo through my hair, dismal and torpor for today was a long day. I exited with haste, quickly drying myself, and pulling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I sighed exiting the bathroom, only to find Roxy in a very suggestive position. She was pseudo-sleeping, her bra pulled down slightly revealing the most immaculate parts of her body. I sighed, sighting down beside her on the bed. Releasing my Pokemon from their confines allowing them to sleep outside with us. I laid down, wrapping my arms around her waist. I exhaled. I kissed her neck lightly, and whispered, "Good night, Iwahime."

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I awoke, it was eerily quiet. I went to move my hands, but couldn't. They had been bound in thin wire, of which was cutting into my wrists. I stopped moving them, knowing that I would have a greater chance of bleeding to death if I didn't. It was still the middle of the night, the moon high in the sky above everything. I looked around, this wasn't the Pokemon Center! A girl with blonde hair approached from the shadows, a scalpel held betwixt her finger tips. My eyes widened at that, but she looked at me with loving eyes, as if she were trying to calm me down.

Her hair curled as if the were vortexes, her face free of any maculate features. Porcelain skin. She dawned a school outfit, one eerily similar to Roxanne's. She walked over with a smile, silence dominated over all. She knelt down slowly, her face close to my, smiling still. Then proceeding to press her lips against mine. "What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice stricken with horror and confusion. She was pretty, but her particular aura was a wave eldritch energy.

She lifted the hand with the scalpel, slowly, and then stroked my cheek with her soft finger tips before pressing the cold blade against my cheek, and slowly running it over the skin. Blood trickled my cheek as I cried out in pain.

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Ralt's burst up from her dreamless sleep crying out in horrible agony clutching her cheek. Roxanne bolted up looking around the room for the source of the noise. She looked to the right, finding the Pokemon. "Shinrei whats wrong?" She asked, but the Ralts kept screaming and holding her cheek. "T-Tobias...something is happening to him..."

"Tobias? Wha-" She just stopped. Looking around for her lover whom of which was missing. She began to panic. Sporadically combing room for Tobias and her phone, for which to call the police. "Hello?" she asked. An inaudible response could be heard from the speaker. "My boyfriend went missing. He was stolen right of our bed and room in the night."

"Name? Tobias Mitchell."

Ralts just happened to tap her wrists felling them sting. There was no injury whatsoever. Tobias had just gotten them all healed. There was an abrupt knock at the door. "Damn that was fast." Roxanne said with a slight grin. Quite satisfied with the authority's haste. Roxanne quickly opening the barrier, and behind was standing a man with black hair, square glasses concealing his eyes, and a sinister smirk etched onto his face.

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Blood seeped out of the wound, warm and thick. Sliding slowly down my cheek as she lapped at the free flowing liquid. I cringed and shuddered as the girl shoved her tongue into my bleeding wound. "Get off me..." I whispered. She pulled away looking it my eyes with a blank expression. It was fucking creepy. Her eyes a vibrant emerald green...yet it was dull at the same time. Contradicting I know, but that was the only way for me to describe it. I retracted my gaze if I had continued I would have felt even more unsettled.

She spoke these words, cold as ice, but gentle and loving all the same. "Tobias, your mine, and I am yours." That was all. I was confused, I hadn't seen this girl once in my life. "That's great..." I replied sarcastically. "Who are you?"

She trembled, staring into my eyes with a smile as if I were joking. "You know who I am silly."

"We've together since she moved away, and then until you moved away..." She whispered into my ear. Complete and utter fear crept it's way into my heart. I sat there staring up. Her face riddled with an insane smile. I remembered her...

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