Hey everyone! So, I'm back from my Easter Break. I just needed a few weeks to completely avoid anything work or school. So I'm back, refreshed and ready to write! Please read on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or the plot. All I own is Carly (the eighteen year old OC, engaged to Gary)

P.S: There is a moment of heavy, perverted and very detailed description in this chapter, so you can skip that if you want to. I will indicate.

-Heirs-

I faltered as I stupidly stood there for about two minutes, thinking of what to say. How was I supposed to react?

"Um…" I coughed. "H…how am I sure that your house is safer than this place?"

Idiot, Leaf! That was so stupid. Obviously his home would be safer than here!

But Gary didn't seem to be annoyed. He sighed good-naturedly, having calmed down from before.

"I don't know if it'll be safer, but… it's definitely gonna be a lot comfier than just sleeping on your sister's doorstep. Who, by the way, is AWOL." He revved his car engine. "You don't know America, do you? Lots of drunk old men. And someone like you," he said, gesturing to me up and down, "wouldn't last a night. So? Are you coming?"

Again, I hesitated.

Ten seconds.

Thirty.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes. His patience should be wearing thin.

"Come on, sweet cheeks, my gas is wasting."

Faster than lightning, I snapped my head to the side. "Sweet cheeks?"

"Yes, sweet cheeks. You're cute."

I blushed profusely. Boys rarely flirted with me… I guess it was all the stress back home taking its toll on me.

I adjusted my grip on my suitcase.

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As soon as Gary walked in, the lights came on.

"Come on in. What are you standing outside for?"

When he dropped his bag and headed to his room, I took a moment to admire his house.

He lived here? All by himself? What kind of money did this guy have? This was crazy.

I heaved my suitcase down the stairs, not once taking my eyes off the décor.

"Make yourself comfortable."

I set my suitcase aside and faced a tired Gary, who was reclining on one of the high quality couches and drinking a can of soda. "Don't you live with your family?"

He looked away, his smile dissolving. "No."

What was up with that? "So you live alone, then."

"What's wrong with me living alone?"

I couldn't believe this. Who the hell could live alone?! With disgust, I questioned him. "What are you?!"

"What do you mean, what are you? There's nothing wrong with this."

I cleared my throat, swallowing the lump of nervousness. "You're not a drug dealer or thug or anything, are you… sir?"

Gary looked offended, his handsome face scrunching up.

…

Oh, fine, he is handsome! Very. I wouldn't deny it anymore. But that didn't mean I liked him.

"What?" He asked me, incredulous.

"What's your job, sir? Are you in a gang?"

"Do I look like that kind of person to you?"

I shifted, gulping again. "Well, that police guy knew you well, so… yeah. And, you're friends with a guy that likes anything that looks like cocaine, so…"

He nodded matter-of-factly. "True."

He paused for a while. "But…"

Gary

I paused. I wanted to see how she'd react.

"But…" I stood up. "What makes you think that I sell drugs only?"

She took a step back, and I pursued with one forward.

"What?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunched together.

"Like… that guy that you gave your passport to. You don't really think he's an actual police officer, do you?"

She scratched her head, confused. "Shit. What have I gotten myself into…" she muttered.

"I heard that."

I edged her closer to the wall, than glanced down at her slim stomach. "Do you still have two kidneys?"

I could only describe the look on her face as priceless; by now, she looked completely freaked out, her skin paled and her hazel brown eyes widened. She grabbed her bag and set it in front of her as some sort of shield. "If you take one step closer…"

I stepped closer. Her back hit a door. Then, to amplify her fright even more, I leaned in to her face, our noses almost brushing. She was shrinking into herself, murmuring prayers, and…

Oddly enough, I felt something tugging in my chest.

I ignored it as I placed my hand on the doorknob behind her.

"This will be your room."

And as I pushed down the knob, she fell onto the guest room floor with a startled squeal.

"Call me if you need anything." With that, I turned around and walked away, confidently smirking.

She was special, all right. Speaking of girls, I groaned inwardly as I realized that Carly would be coming in tomorrow. However, my thoughts drifted back to the cute, petite girl in my guest room, and I realized something.

I didn't know her name.

Leaf

No words could describe how relieved I was. For a moment, I assumed he would strike me down and rob me of my life and my kidneys… I sighed in relief.

"Why does he let me think things like that?! Maybe that's why I've seen only one friend of his. People must be creeped out."

Then again, I didn't know Gary all that well, so I couldn't go judging.

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Later, I got ready for a good night's sleep. As I was rubbing my calves from all the walking, a memory, very recent, popped into my head.

I couldn't look at her face as she went back down to the box. I knew the tears would fall.

"One more time. Just cover for me once more, Leaf."

Serenity's trembling hands disarranged the contents of the box, scattering, searching, trying to find what she was looking for so that she could run away from all this. Like she always did.

She found it. A cheque of eight thousand dollars.

She stood up one more time. "Hurry and go back to Spain. I'll call mom."

"And with what money? Get your hands off."

Once more, she wrestled with me, her coming out on top. "Stop! How can you do this to Mom?!"

"Just go!"

I sadly remembered how she'd run away, and how I'd frantically chased after her.

Don't go, Serenity…

We should go together…

You were my dream, Serenity…

I wasn't even aware that I'd started crying. I wiped the tears off hastily, and started to talk to myself. "Other than the food from the plane, I didn't eat anything." It was only then, when my stomach growled, that I realized how hungry I was. "God, I'm hungry… please give me food to eat," I prayed. I was starving desperately.

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I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I was so hungry now that I didn't care.

There was so much variety in Gary's fridge, and all appeared equally appealing. How on earth did he decide what to eat every day?

However, although they looked tempting, I didn't know what half of them were. But like I said, too hungry to care.

I grabbed a few jars and bottles, along with a can of that green soda I saw Gary drinking before.

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I'd tried out some of these stuff, and they weren't half bad, just that I couldn't understand what was written on them, because it was in English. Onto my newest experiment!

I opened a jar, to see smooth, thick brown stuff in it. Dipping a spoon inside it, I tentatively licked the tip. Mmm… peanut. I loved peanuts. If I didn't know better, I'd say it was butter made out of peanuts. I kept tasting each jar, revolted by some, and enjoying some, like the peanut. Hmm… chicken, mushrooms, tomatoes.

So you can imagine how it was that I almost pooped my pants when the light came on.

"What are you doing? In the dark, too."

Immediately, I started to blubber. "I'm SORRY! I didn't ask for permission first. But I only ate food that was already expired, so… please take this money in exchange." I pushed a five dollar bill towards Gary, praying he wouldn't get mad.

"I don't want or need your money."

He picked up some jars and began to read them out in Spanish, so I would understand. "Chicken soup. Mushrooms in salt water. Tomato sauce. Peanut butter." He gazed at me, looking almost sympathetic. "What kind of sad life do you have, that you're eating this?"

Hell no. I wasn't answering that. I grabbed the green soda can. "I paid for this, too. So I'm eating it."

"You drink soda."

"Whatever."

Before I could take my first step, however, he called out to me. "Hey! Aren't you going to clean this up?" I mentally facepalmed for being so stupid. I turned around, packing up the stuff. For some reason, Gary was staring at me intently.

To clear the awkward silence, I spoke. "How do you recycle?"

Gary was so close to me, I could feel his breath on my neck. Which was weird, considering he was more than a head taller than me. "I don't know, I've never done it before." My eyes widened.

As if that wasn't enough to startle me, his next question caught me completely off guard. "What's your name?"

"What?!"

He sighed, running a hand through his spiky hair. "In case you don't understand, I mean… what did your parents call you when you were born?"

I deliberately avoided his question. I wasn't handing out my name to some stranger. "I wasn't able to say this before, but thanks for letting me stay here."

"Your name's pretty long." Damn, he wasn't giving up. So I decided to ignore him until he spoke again. "You shouldn't thank me. It wasn't out of kindness, I was only owing you."

I raised an eyebrow.

"It's compensation for the bean powder." Ouch, that struck a chord. "You said it was for your sister."

He retreated to his room to sleep this time, probably annoyed from being woken up.

I couldn't help but blush as I recalled that he said he was doing it to make up for my lost bean powder.

So he does have a heart…

Paul

"As soon as I booked the plane tickets, Flash Hotel contacted us," Mr. Birch informed me as we strolled down the hall.

"They said that just in case you hadn't appointed a hotel to stay with, that…"

"I should come stay with them?" I questioned.

"Er… yes."

I sighed before moving on to the next topic. "I heard CEO Ketchum of that company is getting engaged to CEO Acosta of Pear Limited. Is he acting like a prime shareholder, already?"

I was about to continue talking, but I noticed that Secretary Birch had stopped walking, looking dazed.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked him, impatient. He seemed to snap out of it before shaking his head. Negative.

"Um, for your Family Party, I've made the guest list. There are 11 people, and they will all be accompanied by their families." He held out a file to me.

Family Party… I completely forgot. In the U.S…

Gary…

I stared through my chief secretary for a long time, leading to him shifting out of discomfort. He drew back his hand.

"I've also sent it through e-mail…"

"So why did you decide to waste paper on that?" I questioned, sharp as a blade.

"It's a habit I picked up while working for your father, Chairman Brandon. I informed him of your trip to the U.S."

"And you didn't think I could do it myself?" By now, I was heavily annoyed. I was tired of hearing bullshit about my father. "Mr. Birch, I've always been curious to ask… who do you think you're working for?! ME, or my father?"

Although he looked wary now, he responded. "I am loyal to whoever heads Bolt Industries."

"Really, now?"

Mr. Birch smiled in amusement. "Do you know that you seem to be a man who's angry at his cheating girlfriend?"

I calmed down, my mood brightening. Girlfriend… I hadn't seen Dawn in a long time.

I restored my mask, though there was a hint of amusement. "Because you didn't see it correctly. You romanticist, I was advising you. Reach out to more women. So you won't get 'killed' when the CEO dies."

"Is that all?"

My mood turned sour again. "You're not even scared. Another bad habit my father taught you."

With one last scowl, I stalked away from him, seething.

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Mrs. Shinji was in her husband's study with him, speaking.

"Eat healthy, you know. Health is important at this age," he was telling her.

She sighed tiredly. "No matter how much you try, or how nice you are, I'm not removing my name from the family tree."

"I never asked you to remove it." He sipped his tea. "You, after all, are the one who brought Gary's mother into this house."

Mrs. Shinji stared at her husband, incredulous. "What was I supposed to do?! I couldn't bear any more children after Paul. I did what had to be done. Even if Gary's not my son, I treat him as though he is."

"This is my fault. I should have…"

Mrs. Shinji cut him off. "Good that you know," she hissed. "That family tree is never changing." Giving a last scowl, identical to her son's, she left the study.

Leaf

I wiped my tears, sniffing heavily. I'd just called Mom, and turns out that things were even worse back home. I was sure my eyes were red and puffy, along with my cheeks and nose.

Hearing a knock at my door, I opened it to see Gary standing there with a plate of burger and chips.

He held it out to me. "Here. I remembered you were hungry."

I sniffed again as I took it from him. "Thanks." I mentally kicked myself when he took a closer glance at me.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I replied a little too quickly.

He nodded, though I could tell he didn't buy it one bit. "Right. And there's no need to thank me," he smirked, "it's something that's good for your kidneys."

I widened my eyes, taken aback. "Don't."

"You do not know how to lie well."

I scoffed. "When did I…" I trailed off, the realization striking me as I gasped. "You saw?! You were listening?"

He shrugged. "Of course. It's quite interesting to hear a female voice here. Almost always male."

Gary glanced to the side, and caught sight of the dollar I'd placed next to the phone. "What's with that?"

"It's the telephone fee."

Gary sighed irritably, scratching his head and giving me a 'you-really-don't-know-anything-do-you?' look. "You spend money like water!"

Frowning, I remembered something. "Fine then. If I shouldn't pay with money, you can have this," I informed him, holding out my dreamcatcher. "It's the boarding fee. I would've hung it in my room, but I have to pay you with something, so…" I waved it around a little. "Take it."

He took it out of my hands and stared at it. "You're not throwing it away to me, are you?"

I huffed in annoyance. If he thought it was so worthless, I would gladly take it back. I liked it, anyway. I tried to grab it, but he held it out of my reach. Drat tall boys.

Gary's interest was suddenly piqued. "What is this?"

"It's a dreamcatcher. It's supposed to catch bad dreams, and then only lovely dreams come through the hole."

He stared at me, or more like gazed through me, like he was trying to imply something. "Do lovely girls also come in?"

I got the joke. This pervert. "Forget it, give it back."

"Finish your food, baby. I need you to eat it for your kidneys."

I blushed when he called me baby, I'd never been called that before. "I told you to stop!"

Gary stared at me, giving me a soft smile and staring at me for a while before exiting.

Staring at the food, I carefully scrutinized it. "Did he put something in here?"

Gary

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself; I wanted to see just how much I could rile her up.

And I still didn't know her name.

As I carried my own half eaten burger to my pool to eat, I hung up the dreamcatcher on the sliding doorpost.

I heard some quick shuffling around, and I turned back to see the girl barricading the door, eliciting a scoff from me. She had no idea that her room had a floor to ceiling window that could be opened as well.

But how the hell could she miss that?

"Wow. After I was nice enough to feed her."

I soon realized why as she brought out a shirt and then pulled her current one over her head, and I widened my eyes in surprise. I knew I should have gone away immediately, but me being the pervert that I was, I decided to stay and check her out to see if her body was nice.

Yeah, that was blunt, but I didn't care.

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She took her jeans off as well and remained in only her underwear. This was perfectly convenient, seeing as she spun around for some reason. Her chest wasn't all that big, more like perky C-cups, and her diminutive waist was nicely defined. However, everything was amplified in her lower body. Her ass was magnificent; large, voluminous, full, round and perky, perfectly bubbly and accentuating the curve of her spine. Her hips were wide and flared out, giving her an hourglass shape and leading down to her shapely, perfectly toned and tanned legs, quite long too, but not to the point that they seemed endless. I wondered how they would look in a miniskirt or shorts; or even better, seeing her in a bikini.

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Damn. She was smoking hot. How had I not noticed this before?! Probably from the baggy shirt she was wearing before.

She made to remove her bra, and this time I did look away, because that would just be purely evil. When I glanced back, she was wearing a tank top and baggy nightwear trousers.

My face was sweaty now, and I decided that enough was enough. She'd turned off the light and climbed into bed. I sighed as I retreated to bed as well.

Leaf

When I woke up the next morning, my first thought was to call the police as I didn't recognize my unfamiliar surroundings, but I quickly remembered. I'd been taken in by a handsome stranger named Gary.

Funny how it's always the tall, handsome strangers that are the dangerous ones. Was I not cautious enough? Was I being stupid?

I wondered how this large house looked like. I'd only seen the kitchen, living room and guest room.

As I wandered down each hallway, I was more and more awed, taking in the lovely surroundings. Hey, Gary must be pretty neat, all these hallways are spotless.

I reached the back of the house, a sliding door leading to a shimmering blue pool in the morning sunlight. I looked farther to see that the entire house was higher than the rest of the city, and from over the pool, I had a stunning view of the forest.

Sighing, I closed my eyes as I let the fresh wind land on my face. It had been a long time since I was able to completely forget everything.

I stood there, just relaxing, for about fifteen minutes or so.

The wind had entered my hair now, and was crazily whipping different strands around and into my face. I pushed it back slowly, a smile on my face, and as my head turned to the right, I caught sight of a person on a platform above me.

Gary.

He was staring intently at me, his expression unreadable. But his eyes, although I was straining my eyes to see them, looked almost star struck. No, love struck. Like he was bedazzled by me.

Oh, how I loved to tease myself.

What was I doing? I hurriedly bowed, my long hair falling into my face again as I pushed it back once more and straightened it again. Gary just stood there, not saying a word.

We had this staring contest for a loooooooooooong time, until I got fed up and went back inside.

I know, crappy ending. But I promise that the next one will be better. Sorry that I also haven't updated in a long time, too. Again, no promises about when the next update will be. I do have academics and sports and university applications to sort out, so… yeah.

Bye for now. - Barbella