This chapter was quite a bit harder to write than the last, but here it is and I do hope you enjoy.


1. Green

Morty had been envious of Kotone when she showed him, not one, but both of Johto's legendary Flying-types. Ho-oh was beautiful and glittered like the sun while Lugia glowed with moonlit radiance. Kotone gave him a smile and left Ecruteak with the two creatures. He barely saw the Champion after that incident.

Now, Morty was more than happy that Arceus didn't grant wishes. Kotone was healed, but only physically speaking. His violet eyes saw the stains on her soul and he let her in his home without a word spoken between them.

Though, as the brunette paced about his living room, Morty almost wanted to ask why.

2. Invidia

The Ghost-type trainer was startled out of meditation by a cry. It sounded like a child – human or not, Morty didn't know, but it was loud. With a huff, he got to his feet and walked into the living room.

Of all the things he had braced himself for, a baby Riolu was not one of them. There was a reason he preferred Ghost-types just as there was a reason Kotone and himself barely spoke to one another. He watched as the tiny Fighting-type clapped its paws before trying to smash his coffee table. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair.

Then Kotone smiled a true smile and Morty felt that all was forgiven – even if he did have to buy a new table. Her soul was radiant when she was happy and to have the same woman whom had caught Ho-oh made a broken table and a frisky Fighting-type in his house was more than worth it. Morty was still jealous of her though.

3. Kindness

Kotone felt that she had over-stayed her welcome as Morty turned a violet glare towards her new team member. The stubborn Riolu had developed a rather serious nature compared to some of her other Pokemon, but considering that he was attached to her soul and all its damage, it figured that Fighting-type quickly lost most of its playfulness. As such, Morty had gone through many a piece of furniture and was starting to get annoyed about it.

Kotone woke earlier that morning, set down a PokeBall and a note, then left with her rather protective Riolu behind her.

When Morty got up later that day and didn't hear any breaking noises, he began to get worried. He was up and dressed in a few moments before he registered that he couldn't feel anything inside his house. Except for his restless Pokemon, Gengar especially, he couldn't feel a single soul stirring. One look into the living room confirmed his suspicions. Kotone had left his home with a single note and PokeBall. He could sense that it was another Ghost-type, but he didn't bother looking at either the note or Kotone's gift.

He merely wanted his friend back.


I was working on a cover for this story the other day and the end result was HAPPY - I mean sugar-infused, toothache-rendering sweet happy. Due to the rather dark nature of this story, I have decided not to use this particular piece of art. Oh well. So, do you like it so far? I didn't put any dialogue in this chapter, but considering everything, I think that it worked out for the best. Oh, I'll eventually stop pestering you with challenges or whatever, but now is not that time.

Challenge: The theme I used to create this fanfiction is seven, so let's what you can come up for 7. Due to the personalization of such a challenge, send everything for this challenge to my e-mail - greenthecat ymail. I may change all challenges to being done this way so... Have fun! Think seven!

Adieu - Green the Cat