A/N: Once again, thank you for supporting this fic. It is readers like you who make this story possible, you know! I hope to impress everyone as the story unfolds. Hell, you don't have to be impressed, just enjoy the ride, okay?
~Lady Venamisa~
Chapter Two: Dynamic Entry! (Part One)
"Damn it!" Ash muttered, as he watched the sun rise. Shades of yellow and orange lit up the morning sky most beautifully, but the young man found himself unable to enjoy it. Instead, his thoughts returned to Team Rocket, and wondering how long he and his pokemon could stay before another attack took place.
The only reason he even entered the tournament was to relive the glory of his trainer days. It had been a much simpler time, in which the Rockets were nothing more than a mere nuisance; bumbling idiots who botched nearly every crime they committed. This was his chance to play "Ash Ketchum, Future Pokemon Master", once more. Pikachu, Staraptor, Torterra, Mimey, Floatzel and Infernape had been excited to enter, and they had spent nearly three weeks preparing for the occasion. For the first time since leaving Kanto behind, Giovanni and Team Rocket were the farthest things from their minds. After finding an apartment in the city, Ash and the pokemon spent their free time indoors, reveling in simple pleasures like take-out-food and air conditioning. Hot baths and soft beds were a plus, too.
I knew that we should have just kept moving! Every time we're in a city or town, they always seem to find us! He berated himself. He slammed his palms on the pavement, just hard enough to sting. Ash wanted to yell, scream, and beat the tar out of anything he could find!
Yesterday, the start of the tournament was supposed to be a six-week-long trainer's dream. There wasn't a real reward, but all of the strongest trainers from around the globe were going to compete. It was going to be an incredible test of their team's strength, one that hadn't been attempted since the Sinnoh League. It would have been just like old times, but, of course, someone from Team Rocket had to come along and ruin things! And now, the event was going to be canceled this year. Ash felt a twinge of guilt at the prospect of mucking things up. Guilt, and self-loathing. What in the hell was I thinking? That life...it doesn't belong to me.
"Mind if I sit here?" a voice asked, politely.
"Sure." he answered without looking. "Suit yourself, Sabrina."
"Thank you."
The two sat outside of the mansion in silence, neither one of them willing to talk. Instead, Ash took the time to subtly observe his new surroundings. The large building appeared to be made out smoothed-out moonstone, if the flecks of various grays and whites were anything to go by. The yard stretched out for miles, with the occasional tree or small flower garden to spruce it up. A wide, cobblestone path cut through the grass, with specks of different colors embedded within each individual stone. Overall, it was a real beauty to behold, and probably huge enough to fit several gyms inside.
"Not something you see every day, is it?" the psychic inquired, as the last of the morning colors started to fade. "When I was a kid, I never dreamed that such a place existed."
"Yes, it is...nice." he agreed lamely. While he loved his pokemon friends, it wasn't exactly easy to hold conversations with them. The need for small talk rarely came up. "...large, though."
"Indeed." They said nothing for the better part of an hour, though, Ash could have sworn that he caught her staring at him from time to time. He didn't want to bring it up, however; no sense in making himself look like an idiot.
"I believe Bastion has finished making breakfast," she stated evenly, standing up. "you must be hungry, considering that you didn't eat last night." He wanted to deny it, but his stomach growled. Loudly. The woman chuckled, much to his embarrassment.
"Yeah, I guess I am." he replied, offering a thin smile as she helped him up. They entered the mansion, unaware of the emerald-colored eyes that watched them from the rose bushes.
Meanwhile...
As Sabrina shared a somewhat awkward morning with Ash the two Eon Pokemon flew playfully in the sky, too high up for humans to see them. As an extra precaution, they remained invisible.
"You can't catch me, brother!" Latias taunted in jubilation, darting just beyond his reach. "Nananana~!"
"Oh really?" Latios said, smirking wildly as he caught up to her. "We'll just have to see about that, little sister!" Latias giggled, before letting on another burst of speed.
"Teehee~!"
"I'm gonna get you!" he taunted, speeding closer to her every second.
"Nyuuu!" she shrieked in mock horror.
"Yes!" he exclaimed, as his hand grazed her arm. "Got you!"
"Nuh-uh!" she argued, as they came to a stop.
"Yes-huh, and you know it!"
She stuck her tongue out at him. Latios laughed, finding her expression quite adorable.
"Now, see if you can get a hold of me!" he challenged, before flying off.
The two carried on for a good while; they had started playing when the colors of the rising sun had barely started to show. By the time they finished, all of the colors were gone. The blue pokemon took it easy on his sister, and always let her catch him; when their roles were reversed, he slowed down considerably. All in all, it was honest fun, even if they were neglecting the all-important mission Arceus had sent them on...
Latios had been alive for seventeen, short years and Latias, ten years his junior. Their species often lived for thousands of years, making both of them infants in the eyes of their clan. Even so, being the children of clan leaders, the two of them were always expected to be serious and hard-working. Moments to play even a simple game of tag were too few and far between. So, when his sister had pleaded her need to take a break, Latios found that he didn't have it in his heart to deny the innocent request.
"Can we get something to eat? I'm hungry!" she whined. Latios smiled at her.
"Of course, Latias. Why don't we see if we can find some berries? I think there's supposed to be a forest near by."
He didn't expect to be glomped by the other dragon, so the two of them were pushed in to a cloud. The slight moisture was nothing new- they had flown through various clouds before- but it still felt weird.
"Yay! Maybe we can get some Pecha berries! I looove those!"
He rolled his eyes. "I know! You only mention it every day!"
Unfortunately, their idle chatter was cut short, when the clouds started to quake.
"Ah! Wh-what is this?" she cried through the noise.
"A large airplane or something," he replied, calmly. "We should probably move out of the-" A large, black, disk-shaped ship burst through from below. On it, was a crimson "R", a logo which looked vaguely familiar. "way."
"LATIOS AND LATIAS, WE CAN SEE PAST YOUR CHEAP TRICKS OF INVISIBLIITY! WE KNOW YOU ARE HERE! YOU BELONG TO TEAM ROCKET! " both Eon Pokemon gaped at the contraption in disbelieving horror. Oh hell, that's why the "R" looked so familiar!
"Wh-what do we do?" Latias asked, her voice trembling with fear. Latios frowned thoughtfully. It didn't take a genius like Mewtwo to determine that they were in deep, deep trouble.
"Run, I'll stall!" he decided, trying to be more confident than he really was. Team Rocket, according to the stories he'd heard, were not a group to mess with. They had managed to kill the most elusive of the legends, after all.
"No!" Latias shouted, preparing a Psywave. She was still scared, but suddenly became a lot tougher. "I won't leave you alone!"
There wasn't really time to argue about this. If Latias wanted to fight, she'd get her wish. Just this once. "Fine, but be careful!" he conceded. Latios focused his energies, and readied a Dragon Breath. I won't let them take you, too! I'll do whatever it takes to make sure you're okay! And with that, they unleashed their attacks at the same time. The shop was blasted back about twelve feet, but otherwise unharmed. The siblings shared glances of terror, before speeding off as fast as they could, with the strange ship following close behind.
Back At The Mansion...
Ash, Koga, Prima and Sabrina sat across each other, on a long, mahogany table. In front of them were stacks of warm, buttery pancakes and trays filled to the brim with homemade sausage and bacon. Toast and bowls of fruit rounded out the meal rather nicely. Several metallic syrup containers were placed in the middle, along with a few sticks of butter, each on a small saucer. The smells coming from the dining room were, in a word, divine.
"You definitely know how to make a delicious breakfast, Bastion!" Prima complimented, before taking a bite of sausage. Koga politely reached for the blueberry syrup and poured a generous amount over his pancakes, while Ash and Sabrina drizzled theirs with maple and mango respectively.
The other pokemon, save Pikachu, remained indoors. For whatever reason, the rodent refused to go anywhere without his trainer. As the group ate, Koga and Prima managed to get themselves in to a heated discussion about Morty. Sabrina stayed quiet for the most part, quite interested in the topic at hand. It had been years since she had seen the blond ghost expert, and though they weren't the best of friends, she did respect the man for his knowledge in the paranormal. Hearing that he was possibly involved with Team Rocket was hard to believe. And the same went for Jasmine, his fiancee of three years. She was one of the kindest trainers Sabrina had ever come across, and one of her closest friends, (second only to Prima).
"If Morty is betraying us, then we can assume that Jasmine might! They are going to be wed next month, after all." Koga said, repeating himself for the tenth time. It was a wonder the former gym leader was able to keep his cool. Perhaps, it came with being trained in the ninja arts.
"Says you!" Prima spat furiously, banging her fists on the table in an impolite manner. "I know for a fact that Jasmine would never join them!" Sabrina agreed, and took a second to ponder as to where Koga would receive such an unlikely tidbit of information.
"Well, you never know." Ash added, casually taking a sip of his coffee. "Team Rocket has people everywhere. For all you know, Jasmine and Morty could be their spies." he took another sip. "In fact, didn't you find it strange that Officer Jenny did nothing to help us?" There was something dark about the seemingly calm tone he spoke in, which everyone took some notice of. Pikachu shuddered at the mention of the organization. Koga and Sabrina exchanged troubled looks.
"Now that you mention it," the ninja said reluctantly, shifting his gaze to Prima for a moment. "yes, I did. I was too focused on Selsie to notice at the time, but..."
"Jenny Should have been trying to arrest her." Sabrina finished for him. "And yet, as they battled, she walked off. As though nothing was out of place."
"You don't mean-" Prima gasped, as she started to grasp what they were implying.
"Yep. She's probably one of them." Ash confirmed, taking another sip. "Worse yet, she's not the only one. I've encountered other agents- not just police officers- who are on Team Rocket's payroll. So yes, its possible that Jasmine could be working for them as well." He glanced around the room, before amending his statement. "Of course, I can't say I know that for a fact. For all we know, they're both innocent, and this conversation is a waste of time."
"So, you're wrong!" Prima declared, smirking at Koga.
"Maybe, but it never hurts to be cautious."
There was an uncomfortable silence, in which none of them dared to speak. Sabrina didn't like the prospect of Jasmine's possible betrayal, any more than Prima did- the steel-type master was a very warm and friendly person. For the three, older pokemon experts, this was an especially bitter pill to swallow. After all, if the Rockets made their way in to the police force, how far would their influence spread? Would they be right to assume that Jasmine was working for the enemy? And what of Morty, for that matter?
"You seem to know quite a lot about Team Rocket, and how they work." Koga's eyes narrowed at the young man. "How did you come across such information?"
"Eh, let's just say that I've had a few run-ins with them. Nothing special about that, is there?" The raven-haired teen said this in a cool tone that would throw a normal person off track. Every thing about him, even his eyes and facial expressions, were devoid of any betraying emotions. Sabrina mused that the skill must have been developed in order to protect himself from something. Never the less, she was easily able to pick up on the bitterness trickling with his complex range of shifting emotions.
"What else do you know about them?" Prima asked, her expression mirroring the poison-master's.
"Can't tell you. Those freaks are always after something."
He doesn't want to answer any more questions. Sabrina warned mentally, projecting her voice to the Elite. Normally, she wasn't one for reading the private thoughts and feelings of others, but her powers acted on their own accord sometime; her strength and control of them had decreased since her merge with her inner child.
"Like your Pikachu? From what I could gather, Selsie wanted you to hand him over. Why is that?" Koga inquired, with a hint of rebelliousness in both aura and tone; the man disliked being told what to do, especially by psychics. It stemmed from a grudge between them, way back in their trainer days. A wave of anxiety and guilt crashed over Sabrina like a wave. The startling force hit her so hard that she lost her breath for a moment. After steadying herself, the gym leader followed the feeling, and discovered that Pikachu was responsible for it; the mouse stared at the floor, as though ashamed of something. It seemed as though Koga's lack of both tact and manners had made things worse.
"I don't know!" the raven-hared trainer snapped, flinging his cup across the room. It shattered in to smaller pieces on the marble floor. Pikachu flinched at the sound, and ran to stand beside his trainer. Ash took a deep breath, and regained his former composure. "Sorry about that outburst. Team Rocket has chased after Pikachu for years, but I could never figure out why. If you're satisfied with my answers, I should be leaving." He then got up to walk toward the exit, and Pikachu hurried by his side.
"Wait a minute! I have a proposition for you!" Prima blurted out, almost too quickly. "What would you say to helping us get rid of Team Rocket, once and for all?" Ash stopped in his tracks, backs facing them. His emotions simply cut off from Sabrina's senses.
"What my friend is trying to say is that we would be honored if you would assist us in ending Team Rocket's reign of terror." Koga explained, his tone even. Yet another pause followed, which spiraled for several, agonizing minutes. Slowly, but surely, the negative emotions returned once more.
"You and everyone else." he muttered darkly.
"But Ash, don't you want to stop Team Rocket from-"
"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!" Ash bellowed at the top of his lungs, turning to face them. His black eyes were stormy pools of angst. Pikachu shuddered, clearly uncomfortable with the harshness of his trainer's tone. Without warning, he stormed off. Pikachu followed close behind, but not before giving Koga and Prima a particularly nasty look.
Upon their leaving, Sabrina recovered instantly, but she couldn't stop herself from worrying about the troubled youth. There were obviously horrible ordeals that he wasn't coping with, properly or otherwise. Even if they were far from close, she couldn't stand the thought of denying him- and his pokemon- the help that they needed.
"W-what just happened?" Prima whispered, clearly in shock. Koga frowned, staring at the broken cup on the floor.
Sabrina, while not completely angry with her best friend, was embarrassed by her lack of understanding. It was one thing for Koga to act this way, but really, the ice-user should have known better.
Rather than voice her disappointment, she looked away from Prima, and looked out the window. An Infernape and a Floatzel were having a mock battle, while the others watched. Ash callled them back to their balls, before storming off. Sabrina allowed her empathy to pick up on the rodent's worry as they left.
"Sometimes, questions are better left unasked."
Back to Latios and Latias...
As the morning shifted to noon, the Eon Pokemon were about ready to drop from exhaustion. The ship hadn't been phased by any of their moves, so their only option was to escape. After leading it on a wild goose chase, (which consisted of various turns around the tops of mountains and flying through clouds), the duo felt safe, for the moment. With any luck, they would be able to locate Shaymin, and get return to the safety of Shimmer Valley.
"That was close!" Latias sighed.
"I'll say!" Latios agreed, laying his body on the cool, shaded grass. Many trees surrounded the mountain, making it a very comfortable escape from the hot sun. "We were lucky. Those are the people Arceus and Mewtwo warned us about." his expression soured.
"Poor Shaymin! She must be miserable without Celebi around."
"Yeah..." the two took a moment to pray for the tragic lovers. "Losing one's soul mate is a terrible thing to endure."
Latias nuzzled her brother sadly, in place of a hug. "I don't what I'd do if I lost you like that!"
"I won't let that happen." he assured her, smiling in what he hoped was a comforting manner. "You're my little sister, and I'll do whatever it takes to stay by your side. Now, let's rest a bit, and then, I'll find us something to eat, okay?"
She looked up at him, with those warm, amber orbs swimming with tears "Okay, Latios." The blue dragon's heart bled for her. Losing their parents had been hard enough, and Celebi's passing had only made things worse. He held her close, hoping that his gentle aura could somehow sooth away her sadness.
"Sweet dreams, Latias." he whispered, as he began to feel the lull of sleep. Her only reply was a soft sniffle. Hopefully, things would turn around for them. He didn't know how much hardship the little girl could take. Or himself, for that matter...
As they slept, the two of them dreamed of more pleasant things, comforted by the strength of their telepathic bond.
Meanwhile, In Valma Forest...
Stop Team Rocket? Ha! If it were possible, none of this would have happened! On the outside, Ash kept his face blank, his steps even. It was a hard practice, but one that was very important. The goal of it being to keep his enemies from keeping the best of him. However, that didn't stop his mind from buzzing like an angry hive of Beedrill. Koga and Prima's questioning, while done in ignorance, had gone too far. He had gone through two conflicts with Team Rocket: one on a far away island, and in Valma City. Enough was enough. In order to avoid their ever-tightening hold, it was time, once again, to move to yet another region.
"What do you say to leaving here, Pikachu?" he asked, as they walked along a dirt path that led to the forest. Of course, Ash had recalled his other pokemon, promising to speak with them when he was able to do so rationally. "When I let the others out, we'll discuss where we're going next. There has to be a place without Team Rocket, and we'll find it!"
Pikachu nodded in what could be interpreted as agreement. "Pikapi!" Ash couldn't help but grin, as the rodent climbed up on to his shoulder.
"A life without Team Rocket, can you picture it? I know I can!" he saw himself in a small, rural town, much like Pallet; beautiful, rolling hills and a field of flowers a mile-long. The next-door neighbors only vaguely resembled people he knew back home. There would be no evil organization, no crime, and no fear. Just a peaceful, happy haven, where he and his pokemon could spend the rest of their days. Perhaps, he'd finally be in charge of a gym, just like Gary had wanted...
"Pi!" the mouse gasped in horror, driving Ash out of his daydream.
He found himself sickened by the sight before him. "Whoa, what happened here?" It looked as though the forest had been blow up by a mad bomber or something. Even on a beautiful afternoon such as this, it had the overall appearance of a graveyard. Who could do something like this to what must have been a vibrant, thriving land? How many pokemon had died in the aftermath of whatever took place?
"It was an accident, sort of." a girl spoke, walking up to him. She had long, grass-green hair, with a large, pink flower pinned to each side of her head. Her clothing consisted of a green tank-top that matched her hair; a green-and-plaid miniskirt, and a pair of green sandals with flowers that resembled the clips, only smaller. All-in-all, she couldn't have been older than thirteen. Fourteen at the most.
"I see." he said coolly. "Can you tell me what happened here?"
She gazed at him with sad, emerald eyes that were swimming with tears. "I-It happened about three weeks ago." she whispered miserably. "My parents came out here to observe the Murkrow, and they- they were-" she stopped in the middle of her sentence and started bawling, covering her face with her hands. Ash, in spite of himself, couldn't help but kneel down and hold her close. He understood the horrible feeling of losing someone close, and felt a small connection to her. After she calmed down, she pushed away from him, albeit gently, and continued her sad tale.
"Well, a group who called themselves Team Rocket were in the area, seeking a pokemon called Celebi." she paused to dry her face with her arm and sniffled. "They w-were close to it, but m-my parents tried to stop them. I don't know the details because I wasn't there, b-but I hear they ended up killing Celebi, along with my parents and all the pokemon in the area. I-I-I'm all alone now." That last sentence, spoken so brokenly, brought back memories of a younger version of himself, just after his final day in Pallet Town.
"No, you're not."Ash said, shaking off the icy grip of a flashback. He placed a hand on her trembling shoulder. "They took someone away from me, as well." He met her wide, watery gaze. "My name is Ash, and if you like, you can come with me." Normally, due to the near-constant danger, he'd never consider such a thing, but he couldn't stomach the idea of abandoning the orphaned girl, who believed that she had nobody. He didn't pity her- the last thing she needed was pity- but that didn't mean there couldn't be understanding.
"A-Ash?" she repeated tentatively, removing his hand from her shoulder. He offered his kindest smile, something that wasn't used very often.
"Yes. Ash Ketchum. I come from Pallet Town, over in the Kanto Region. Who are you?"
"My name is Shay Sequoya. Not a trainer, or anything special. I live in the city."
Pikachu listened to their conversation warily. He didn't trust anyone who approached his trainer, especially after this morning. Koga and Prima had gone and stuck their noses in business that should have been left alone. As a wise Raichu once said: "Be wary of the silent types, that is a given. However, one should be even more afraid of those who try to know you. They can be your greatest asset, or your most painful undoing". After everything they had been through, he had taken those words to heart.
Koga and Prima were definitely ones to watch out for, but what of the girl? Her voice held a sad, yet truthful feel to them. He found himself drawn in by it, and that scared him. What if "Shay" was really a Rocket in disguise, or something equally dangerous. And yet, as she recounted her tale, that sense of paranoia died down. How could someone so sweet and innocent be anything other than what she claimed? The rodent felt compelled to cheer her up, so he walked up to her, and nuzzled her leg affectionately.
"Heehee!" the girl giggled, spreading warmth throughout his heart. "What a cute Pikachu you have!"
Hours Later...
Oddly enough, the Eon Pokemon slept most of their day away, and by the time they had picked dozens of Pecha berries, the sun was much lower in the sky. Now, it was starting to set, leaving the sky glow in a haze of orange, pink, blue and yellow. Soon, it would be dark, and it would be much easier for Team Rocket to sneak up on them. Latios didn't like that. However, they were almost done; according to Lord Arceus, they were roughly seven miles from where Shaymin was supposed to be. For him and his sister, this distance meant nothing.
"It's time that we get going, sister." he said. "I don't want to stay in this place any longer than we have to." Latias pouted, but made no comment. It wasn't a secret that she wanted to stay away from their clan; there were no other children for her to play with, and the adults tended to shun her in favor of him. Truthfully, he didn't want to go back, ether. He enjoyed traveling with his sister. But Team Rocket wasn't someone they wanted to mess with. Unfortunately for them, the familiar, mechanical roar resounded through the area, and, sure enough, it was the dreaded saucer-ship. They felt each other's fear, as it sped toward them in a blur of black and red.
"LATIOS AND LATIAS, YOU WILL BE OURS!" shouted the cold, robotic voice. The two dragons dodged the strange, metallic net that was shot at them. "LAUNCH THE DRAGON WAVE!" With a deafening whirling sound, a blast of blue and green light, (undoubtedly the unholy combination of Dragon Pulse and Dragon Breath), blasted out of the bottom of the UFO. Without a moment's hesitation, Latios pushed his sister out of the way, taking the brunt of the attack in her place. He groaned painfully, becoming a crumpled heap on the ground.
"Brother!" the red dragon cried, levitating in front of him. An aura of protectiveness radiating around her. In this moment, she reminded him very much of their mother.
"G-get out of here and find Shaymin!" he commanded weakly, failing to levitate himself. "I'll be fine!"
Latias shook her head. "No! You're my brother! I won't leave you like mommy and daddy did!" She shot another Psywave, but nothing happened. "Shoot!" she hissed. Frowning, the young dragon lifted him in to the air, via telepathy. She quickly joined him, and they were off once more.
"Just leave me!" he pleaded in desperation. "They're going to catch us both." It was true. The ship was already at her heels, and the Dragon Wave had damaged Latios to the point of being unable to move. If she were stronger, this might have been possible. However, she was still a child, one that didn't like to train. Because of this, she lacked the mental discipline to handle flying and levitating another pokemon at the same time. To him, there seemed to be one option: she would have to abandon him and make her escape.
But, Latias apparently wasn't thinking the same thing. "I love you!" she said, smiling at him before using the last of her strength throw him away from them, via telekinesis. "You're the best big brother in the world!"
"Latias! NO!" For the second time in his life, the blue dragon felt his stomach lurch in uncontrollable fear. As he was thrown farther away by her psychic power, Latios had no choice but to watch as his sister was ensnared by the metallic net. In a matter of seconds, she was pulled in to the ship by robotic arms.
Take care, brother. I love you.
Her sweet, mental voice was the last thing he heard before blacking out.
Valma Forest...
In an attempt to get to know each other, the two had exchanged stories about themselves. However, neither of them realized how much time passed by; the sun was now starting to set. They had moved to a part of the forest that hadn't been ruined in the blast, opting to settle underneath a large oak tree. In between them was Pikachu, who snuggled against his oddly affectionate trainer. They were looking at the thirty-two badges Ash had aquired from the four main regions; Kanto, Johto, Hoenn and Sinnoh. Pikachu recalled how difficult it had been to dig through the ruined remians of the Ketchum house, in order to find them. Lucikly, each of the badges were fire-resistant, so there was no lasting damage. The effort had been worth-while, though; at least Ash had something to remember the goodtimes, too.
"Wow! You won all these! It must be so cool, going wherever you want!"
Ash smiled indulgently at her. "It's a lot of hard work, but being a trainer has its perks, too. Isn't that right, Pikachu?" Pikachu squealed in delight when Ash scratched him behind the ears.
"How did you win this one?" she asked, pointing at the one from Celadon City. "It's kinda pretty!" he snorted a giggle, and Ash looked away in embarassment. To this day, he'd never forget how the trainer dressed as a girl, just for the chance to battle Erika. Misty and Brock always made a point to bring it up when they traveled together, especially whenever Ash attempted something stupid.
Unfortunately, thinking of the gym leaders brought on other memories. They were unpleasant, so Pikachu turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. It was kinda funny watching Ash squirm, as he avoided bringing up his first crossdressing incident. Heh. Ashley,indeed!
Unknown to them, however, three figures were watching from a distance.
A/N: This is where the *cough* new Chapter Two ends! Thank you all for reading and reviewing! And a special thanks to my good pal, Arceus, for advertising my story! If you haven't already, please check out A New Chance At Life. If you like Latias and Latios, you will LOVE this story!