~~[Next Morning]~~

The sun bathed my room with its light. I really didn't feel like getting up. Normally, I wouldn't care about getting up early. Today was entirely different. The only plus side is that my head is finally clear. I had a plan. Too bad I wouldn't have a place to go on Fridays. I grabbed my dark blue pack and put all the necessary materials inside. She was really going to get it. I went out on a stroll, lazily walking to Spin's. I yawned from the emensce lack of sleep. Think I may have bumped into someone. Don't' think I apologized, but I should have. I walked in and she was sitting in the same place. I looked around and didn't anyone. I walked up to the counter and called for Spin.

"Hey Spin," I said.

He came from the back and greeted me. "You're back early."

I nodded. "So, when are you..."

Spin grabbed my hand and lifted it up. "You low down scoundrel. I know you're the shady type. You look like a nervous wreck."

I pulled my hand out of his grip. I should have known better. It was clear my head wasn't actually clear. He figured it out in less than a minute. I looked at Flare out of the corner of my eye. She must not have noticed me come in.

"Leaf," Spin whispered. "I'm no expert, but your skills haven't been up to par. You seem awfully distracted."

His change of heart intrigued me. Moments ago he seemed mad. "I'm not," I said.

"That girl has you so distracted," he calmly said.

"No," I replied. I could feel heat in my cheeks.

"Good thing you're distracting her just as much," he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. "What with the sudden change of heart?" I asked.

He laughed. "I was once an assassin myself you see."

"How come I don't believe you?"

He moved his face closer to mine and picked up a knife. "I suggest you stop before it's too late."

"Already is."

"It's never too late. You just need an opportunity."

I scoffed.

"Here comes that sweet lil' Vulpix of yours," he said.

"Didn't expect to see you here Leaf," she said.

My cheeks were a bit red. "Didn't expect to see you either." That was a lie.

"How was the truce?" She asked.

"You are totally going to go down first," I said casually.

"In your dreams," she replied.

Spin laughed. "You both came with the same plan and had the same result."

I looked at her and she looked at me. We glared at each other. I grabbed the butter knife on the table next to me and held it out. She had a fork.

Spin just started to laugh more. "A fork and a butter knife," he stopped for air. "How scary."

I turned the knife towards him and Flare did the same. He looked at us with unimpressed looks. He wasn't amused at all.

"With the state of your minds you'd be lucky to last five minutes," he said.

There was something about her. Something different from all the females I had met before. Life is cruel in this way. If you like someone life is going to make it impossible. To be honest I enjoyed her company, right? No, that's now how you murder someone. This task seemed so easy until I met her. What had changed? Spin knew something I didn't. He stood there with his stupid smirk. I couldn't think straight. He was right about one thing. I don't have the mental stability to kill her.

"You know," Spin started. "I used to hunt down people. There is an entire story." He walked over to the front and flipped the sign to closed. He then locked the doors. "A story of how a young Spinda lost his way. He had so much, but he gained nothing."

"What's the point of all this?" I asked.

He threw the knife in his hand past my head. I flinched a little as I heard it hit the wall. Next, he rolled down the blinds.

"To teach you something," he replied.

"How is any of this going to be helpful?" Flare asked.

"I told you; I will teach you something," he grabbed a chair and brought it to our table. "Sit your selves down," he said.

We both sat down in unison. After his knife throw, which was more accurate than mine, neither of us wanted to anger him.

"I've never told anyone my story before. Something I always wanted to say, but I fear the truth," he said.

He then began to tell us his story. He was an average Spinda at first. He went through school and managed to quickly get a job after his studies were done. He said he worked for a powerful investor. He made it up the chain of command extremely fast. At first, his ego blinded him. He didn't see that the greedy Pokemon was using him. He was the head of operations, or at least what he was labeled as. He did task after task that he was given. They started with small things such as getting coffee or new supplies. Then they became more extreme. He was blinded by the money. He wanted more. The risk and chance were nothing in comparison. Then he met a girl. A sweet girl named Lily. Lily changed the way he thought of things. He didn't want to tell her the truth about his job. He hoped that he could escape it at some point but never had the chance. One day Lily found out about his shenanigans and begged him to stop. He agreed and went to see the investor. The investor threatened him. The investor tested his loyalty by having him kill a 'friend' the investor had. Spin did as he was told, but Lily could tell that he was the murderer. She looked up into his eyes and didn't speak to him. He never saw Lily again. All he was left with was his money. The money didn't bring him joy and no amount of spending or giving will change anything. He tried to make up by giving all of his extra money away, but it never satisfied his heart. Six years after his first victim, he was demoted and only served as a normal aide. Four years after that, the investor died. He had most of his money given to his spoiled children. Spin then opened up this cafe in hopes that he could start over. A chance long gone.

His story kind of made me sad. It's been ten years from when this place first opened. Spin was decently aged. I didn't want to describe him as old, but he isn't young either. His story had nothing in those twenty years. I think the Spinda spent most of that time serving customers.

"What kind of Pokemon was Lily?" Flare asked.

Spinda looked up and growled. He took a step towards her with his hands in a ball shape. "It shouldn't matter to you!"

That question seemed to enrage him. I assume Lily isn't a Spinda. He wouldn't act that way otherwise.

"You both cant realize all the things you don't have unless you change," he said. Spin was once again calm. "I'll be honest. I miss her. She was the greatest thing I ever had," he sighed.

"What's the lesson?" I asked.

He turned away from us both. "Remain seated," he said. Spin got up and went into the back of the kitchen.

I looked up at Flame. She didn't seem very joyful. That story was rather depressing. Money was what made the world go round, right? Why does the money not make him happy? It doesn't make sense.

He came back from the kitchen and placed down a cake on the table. After he put down two cups of lemonade.

"I prefer tea," Flare said.

"It's free don't be spoiled," he replied. "Besides, it still has less sugar than your tea."

He cut two slices out of the cake and gave it to us. The cake was a simple circle. I picked up the fork on the napkin. I was kind of hungry, but it was cake. It wasn't bad to indulge sometimes right? I took a piece off and ate it. The cake was vanilla with chocolate icing. I finished the cake in silence. Flare must have done the same thing because she didn't have any cake left either. Spin seemed kind of pissed.

"Talk to each other," he said.

"Only when he's dead," Flare said.

I rolled my eyes. "I have a preference not to be dead."

"Too bad," she replied. "Not your choice."

"Funny how we both have similar watches," I said.

"What did you steal that too?"

"No need, those guards still wouldn't see me."

"Not the smartest knives in the drawers."

"Your boss needs to make security better."

"He's stubborn and will not figure that out. He thinks a gun can solve all problems."

"Guns can solve a lot of things. Not very discretely, but they work."

"My ass."

She quickly grabbed her knife and put it up to my throat. Luckily, Spin was prepared. He had stopped her knife with a fork.

"No blood in my cafe," he said.

She sent Spin a death glare and put the knife away.

"Now then," he continued. "I want you both to have peace."

"I don't have time for this," Flare said, as she stormed out.

Spin didn't do anything. He just looked down, disappointed. "I wish you saw what I saw,"

"What did you see?" I asked.

He looked up at me. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said coldly.

"Whole lot of nothing," I said. I left through the door and closed it behind me. Looked both ways on the street. Seemed rather empty. I proceeded to walk downtown. It was only a five-block walk. Flare was sitting down on a bench.

"We should go on a walk again," she said.

I nodded. "Because it went so well last time."

She shrugged. "Isn't going to hurt,"

We walked in awkward silence down the street. Then, she started to hum "Dialga's Fight To Finish". It was an old song that came back from when guilds were around. It's tied to the legend of a human turned Pokemon. I started to hum along too. It was harmonious and nice. When the song ended she finally broke the silence.

"Most people don't know that song," she said.

I nodded. "It's one of my favorites."

She smiled. "I always liked the story too. A Pikachu with a need for redemption and an Eevee with a secret."

"It's a very good story."

"Too bad we don't get second chances."

"Spin told us to find a way out."

"I don't care what he has to say," she replied.

Silence fell again. I wasn't sure what to do and my emotions were all messed up. I continued to walk, unsure of our destination.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"I was following you," I replied.

"Oh, I thought you had a plan."

"Nope."

"Well I'll lead then."

"Sure"

For some reason, I wished that our conversations were not so bland. It wasn't nice or fun this way. I followed her and didn't ask questions. Strange how I trusted her. She wants me dead and I trust her, why do I trust her? We had walked for twenty minutes and we were on the bad side of town now. Less housing, less hospitality, less color, less modern. It wasn't that pretty.

"This way," she said, as she pointed towards a warehouse.

"Umm," I said

"Don't be scaredy snake."

"If you say so." I shrugged.

We went into the average warehouse on the bad side of town. It had tons of useless junk and items. Almost every box had a big Mallay Co. logos on them.

"Funny how we are here," I said.

"How funny indeed," a mysterious voice said.