A little later than I was planning, but here's chapter two of my new Pokemon fanfic, 108 Spirits! Welcome, any new or returning readers (if you even exist yet). I think I'll start updating the story every 3-4 days or so, so check back in 3-4 days if you would like to continue reading which I really hope you do!

Once again, obviously, I don't own Pokemon.

Story time!

Oliver walked over to the nightstand beside his bed. His lamp had been broken for months, but he liked the way it looked on his desk. It had a curving, golden back that held the long green glass lampshade. On it hung an orange piece of fabric, studded with faint yellow circles. Oliver grabbed it and wrapped it around his head, and tied it just beneath his ears. He pulled the small cord on the lamp, as if he were turning it off. He enjoyed the convention.

The hallway outside of Oliver's and Tobias' room was damp. Water sopped beneath Oliver's feet with each step. Damn place, he thought, always something going on. He reached the lobby of the building, curving around to rest his paws on the front counter. He smiled, slightly sarcastically, at the elderly Zangoose woman behind it.

"Good morning, Mrs. Naginnah," he mused. "How's my favorite tyrant doing on this fine day?"

"Get lost, Osha-nothing. I ain't got time to deal with yer nonsense today," she muttered back at him, peeved.

"But, Mrs. Naginnah, how could I possibly go about my day without the guiding knowledge of my own personal dictator? I mean, you must be such a wealth of sage advice, considering how very, very, very old you are." Oliver tilted his head, flashing a toothy grin.

"Oliver." Mrs. Naginnah started, looking at him straight in the eyes. "I will not put up with that attitude fer much longer. You got, what? Six months before I can kick yer sorry little butt out on the street? Do you really want to spend those six months cleaning my bathroom with yer own toothbrush?" Oliver just smiled wider.

"I'm very impressed that, at your advanced age, you can even make it to the bathroom." Oliver stared the old woman down, a smile still plastered across his face. She narrowed her eyes.

"Get out of here, now, before I get real mad, Oliver."

"Oh, no, we wouldn't want that. With your state of health, you might have a stroke!" He backed away, preparing to run. He saw her gritting her teeth. "Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Naginnah!" Oliver turned and ran out of the lobby. Mrs. Naginnah heaved a pained sigh and went back to watching a television set on the counter. The sound of Oliver's voice ringing in her ear again startled her. "Also, the second floor is flooded, you should get on that, you delightful old hag!" She began to shout obscenities as he fled the lobby once again, laughing.

Outside, the street was booming with sound. A band of forest pokemon played loud, lively music at the end of a long line of merchant stands. A Nuzleaf sand wildly, swaying to the beat of his friend's drums. The song was a fast-paced ballad about leaves and the color green. Several pokemon had stopped to listen, and many more lined the street talking and browsing at the stands. Oliver scanned the crowd for Tobias. He found the Torchic leaning on a building to the left, chatting up an attractive young Buneary. Oliver strolled over.

"...but your fur is such a lovely shade of cocoa-" Tobias was holding her paw as she giggled and covered her mouth. Oliver stepped in.

"Sorry, dear, but regrettably my friend here has diarrhea and simply must be off to the restroom." The Buneary looked sickened, then hopped away. Tobias looked furious.

"Come on man, she was totally in! Why do you gotta ruin everything?" He complained.

"I believe someone wanted to see the festival?"

"Yeah, and I thought someone was gonna spend the next half hour moping around in our room. You never actually get out when I tell ya to." Tobias moaned, but then he thought of something. "Is someone excited to see another certain someone today?"

"What? No!" Oliver smacked Tobias' wing. "Shut up and let's go. And no stopping to pick up fire pokemon!"

"But what if I see a really 'hot' one?" Tobias laughed. Oliver rolled his eyes and started walking down the street. Tobias sprinted to catch up.

"That is not funny. That will never be funny."

So please review! I would love to receive any feedback, positive or negative (hopefully positive) so please do so! Come back in a couple days to read the next chapter!

I'll list any new characters at chapters. Because there are reasons for that.

Oliver- a mischievous Oshawott (spoiler: he's the main character)
Tobias- a Torchic boy with a bad attitude (spoiler: he's pretty good with le ladies)
Mrs. Naginnah (nah-GIN-ah)- an elderly Zangoose woman (spoiler: she REALLY wants to strangle Oliver)

Bye!