Disclaimer: I am poor, and lacking in imagination... therefore... I don't have Cocoa Puffs! No.. wait... I don't own Pokemon! Wait... Hm... Oh well, I guess that's right.

Summary: Fifteen in a world where ten-year-olds get to go adventuring with Pokemon? That calls for some serious teenage rebellion. The run-away-from-home kind.

AN: Abe has such a foul mouth...

I didn't know when I had fallen asleep, but it was a bad idea. My back hurt, my favorite shirt had a tear that was drafting wind up my side (brr!), and something was eating my ear.

Altogether a bad way to... wake... up...

I froze, and then looked out of the corner of my eye, face twisting horrifyingly.

I paused, and slumped. Twisting upright I looked at the horrifying monster that had munched on my ear for who knows how long. (The HORROR! Eeeeeee!)

It was... DUN DUN DUN... a... Dunun Dunun Dunundunundunundunun!...

Baby Mankey.

...Huzah... I couldn't even bring herself to be excited enough to put two z's in that sigh of excitement... And I got all work up for nothing... I was even ready to scream like a girl for memorabilia a la Abe.

Onto more prudent matters... wow, prudent, when was the last time you used that word in a sentence?

Ehem! ANYWAY...

Plop! Slurp slurp.

It was drooling around its own fist, and most of it's fur was stained by berry juice... how lovely.

My stomach, in typical storyline fashion, took that moment to growl loudly.

Looking up from punching my stomach to make it shut up, I raised a Spockly eyebrow at the baby Mankey and said: "Fasci- wait, wrong story - Mankey + berry juice = berries nearby for eating."

I surged up, grabbed the Mankey and turned it around in circles until it stopped, non-drool fist pointing towards what probably wasn't West but worked nonetheless.

And before I even walked two steps, Mankey in tow, something that went squishthunk! made contact with my head.

It hurt.

Sniffle, sniffle. Owie.

...Yeah right, try this instead:

"Yeow! ************! I'll ******* kill you! ****ty squishthunk thingies! I'll kill the whole blasted lot o' ya! You hear me, I'll kick your *** so hard your son of a ***** father will feel it from his freshly ****ed on grave!"

Not as good as last night but still an 4/5 as Abebursts(c) go.

Something was dripping down the side of my head, and my hair was wet and sticky. I looked down at what had hit me and it was a berry, one side of it very much destroyed, pit showing, but the other side perfectly good for eating.

I picked it up and bit into what was left of it... Yum! Delicious sweet juice and tangy skin, it made everything better. It almost made me forget about everything else.

Almost.

...For one thing a baby Mankey staring at you, sucking its fist and being very, very placid for a Pokemon that was supposed to go into a fiery rage at nothing or anything was rather disturbing.

And also, who threw the stinking berry at me anyway?

Speak of the devil, and he... more likely a she, females can be right mean, in my 'umble opinion... shall appear.

A small, dark blur zipped right in front of my face, a loud rustling of leaves indicating where it had come from, and scooped up the admittedly small Mankey and dashed away.

It took about 5 seconds and by the time I realized what the hell was going on they were long gone.

Now, I was curious about who the apparent caretaker was of that baby Mankey who was honestly real cute and, even better, apparently really mild-mannered, but I was really, really thirsty at this point and I thought I heard a waterfall in the distance.

So I perked my ears, knotted the hole in my shirt, and took off walking towards what was hopefully a nice waterfall vacation!

Plunk!

Oh... right... berry chunks in my hair...

"Ewwwwww!"