ello again my amazingful people! I hope you enjoyed yourself and found plenty of other stories to read while I worked hard on writing. I for one enjoyed playing games during my short break from writing. I promise that with writing a novel, yes I'm writing a novel, my MLP story, and this, I spend a lot of time writing. the rest of the time I'm getting lectured about grades and playing fallout, usually new vegas. but, you don't want to read about my boring ass life, you wanna read about Josiah's exciting life. so now the, let's write, or I suppose you're reading, whatever!
"good morning Spear." Erica stretched and yawned, Spear jumped off and slipped out of the tent.
"good morning Spear."
"wha...? who are you and what have you done with Devil?" Spear glared at the houndour, amazed; he was, being nice?
"you are hilarious." Devil snarled at him sarcastically. "what, I can't be 'nice' to you once in a while?" Spear shuffled nervously.
"um, well, it was unexpected is all." Josiah came out of his tent and sat down on a log.
"morn'" he muttered as he started up a fire.
"good morning Josiah, how did you sleep?" Erica climbed out of her tent in a cherry red shirt with a darker red skirt, and blood red stilettos that added about four inches to her height.
"fine." Josiah began cooking breakfast as Erica sat down next to him. "do you need to sit so close?"
"why do you always push me away!?" Erica shouted, finally getting fed up with Josiah. "a pretty girl wants to spend time with you, get closer to you, and you just retract deeper into your hole of stupidity and depression"
"should we do something?" Spear asked, watching Erica and wanting to snuggle her or, well, something.
"no, this is their problem, they need to work it out themselves."
"honestly, most guys would have jumped at the chance, they would have been all over such a pretty girl wanting them so badly. but nooo, not Josiah, he's a little prick who would rather play with his computer than be nice or even notice someone else, much less their feelings."
"I'm not most guys." Josiah shrugged, still not reacting, as though he was a wall.
"there we go, that's it, you don't react, nothing! just show some emotion for once, at least let me know you're not into me, so I can move on, stop giving me this guessing game."
"I don't show emotion, that's a bad thing, trust me."
"how? how is it a bad thing for you to be human? this is ridiculous!"
"stop bothering me about this." Josiah began eating.
"are you kidding me? give me something here!"
"leave me alone! you do not know me! stop pretending you do!" he shouted out, and he grabbed his head groaning and went into his tent seething with anger.
"oh Spear, I can't believe I did that to him." Erica sobbed out as Spear cuddled up to her. "he's right, I don't really know him, and I should just leave him alone."
"oh, miss Erica, it's alright, I still love you." Spear nuzzled up closer to her and she started petting him.
"I should go apologize. but what if he's still sore about it? I couldn't stand for him to almost better and ripping that wound back open." Erica flopped down onto her sleeping bag and sighed. "or what if I go over there and he tells Devil to kill me? oh Spear, what do I do?"
"you should go apologize, that would be the best course of action."
"you're right, I should give him a few more minutes."
"that's not what I said!"
"I love you too Spear." Erica closed her eyes and a few minutes later she heard her tent flap opening.
"hey, Erica?" Josiah walked in and sat next to her.
"hi Josiah, listen,I-I'm sorry about that whole thing earlier."
"I get over things quickly, don't worry." Josiah was emotionless once again.
"alright." Erica walked out and started taking down her own tent, when Josiah started helping. "oh my, what's this? mr. grumpypants is helping?"
"I just want to get going already."
"hey, what's that over there?" Erica looked over at what looks like a punching bag, or or a dumpling.
"hmm a makuhita. I've heard that a lot of people don't like them." Josiah walked over and pointed at him. "Devil use ember."
"a battle, finally!" Devil fired a blast of heat at the Makuhita and burned him.
"woah, you, you wanna fight? o-okay." makuhita used bulk-up and got into fighting stance.
"fire fang."
"oh god no, not the teeth, not the teeth!" Makuhita squirmed as liquid heat was injected into him.
"that's good enough." Josiah threw a pokeball and the makuhita went in.
"oh my god, I'm in a pokeball! it's actually kinda comfy in here though?" *ding* Josiah released Makuhita from the ball.
"okay, I wouldn't mind napping in there from time-to-time."
"you are a disgrace."
"you wanna go Makuhita? I refuse to hold you against your will."
"aw, you do have a heart." Erica sounded very sing-songy.
"sure, I think I can take this. for the pokeball!"
"I cannot believe Master Josiah made YOU a part of the pack."
"so, are you gonna nickname him?"
"yeah, sure, you're Yakuza."
"but, that's such a violent name."
"I like it." Spear finally spoke up.
"so then, where were we gonna go next?" Erica walked next to Josiah and whistled the Lumino town anthem.
"you choose this time."
"alright, how about, new pallett."
"really? fine."
"what? do you have something against new palette? it's Red's hometown! just, new."
"it's not that, it's that an old 'friend' of mine moved there."
"well if your friend moved there why don't you want to say hi to him?"
"didn't you see the quotations? he's not my friend! I hate that asshole!"
"then why did you call him your friend?"
"it was sarcasm!"
"wow, she doesn't catch on very quickly does she?" Devil growled while he listened to them argue over something so idiotic.
"miss Erica isn't the brightest I suppose." Spear said, shaking his head.
"what is it then?" Erica asked, exasperated
"let's just say, if we run into each-other we won't be singing kumbaya around a campfire and roasting marshmallows." Josiah almost seemed angry again, but he caught himself, and took a few breaths.
"what was the whole headache thing anyways?" Erica asked, trying desperately to change the subject.
"so you want my story huh?" Josiah sighed. "alright fine" he cracked his knuckles and started.
"it began when I was around four, Mom found out that my Father had been cheating on her, heading to clubs, and hiring 'escorts' for the thrill of the forbidden sex, and she demanded a divorce. Vanessa stayed with Dad full time, and would visit Mom during holidays, I would spend every third week with Dad, and I dreaded it. Dad wasn't exactly kind, and was a bit of a martinet. every day after school I had a list of about a dozen chores to finish before dinner. of course, I could never finish them, so my punishment was that I had to sleep outside, in the cold, with no supper, or bedding. I rarely slept at all, and when I did it was ridden with nightmares of pinsir ripping me apart, or that a weedle would burrow into my brain and make a nest. When I, of course, didn't wake up in the morning Dad would stomp on me to wake me up. Mom would constantly try to get me away from him, but he still had the right to be with his son, and she could never find evidence, he would always cover up the bruises so you couldn't see. eventually, I couldn't take it anymore, I literally saw red, I hardly even remember what happened, only that the bastard was dead, and that I had done it. that happened when I was twelve. I went to juvie for a few years; I would have went to prison, but Mom was finally able to prove what he had done. Vanessa lived with Mom and she would make her visit with her a few times a month. but when Mom wasn't looking she would talk about how she hated me for killing Dad, and that she would find a way to get back. even now she hasn't, and I still keep watch. and, well, since I killed Dad, whenever I feel any emotion I get a splitting headache, and my vision starts to fade into red." Josiah finished and Erica stared at him, looking both mortified and intrigued simultaneously. "and there we go, do you understand now?"
"yes, I, I am so sorry!" she hugged him, squeezing his ribs, and sobbing.
"don't be, you're not the douche who did it."Josiah tried to pry her off, and failed. he sighed and let her hug him, and she was bawling like someone's mom after watching a sad movie.
"can we go now? you said you wanted to go to new Palette."
"alright, let's go."
"an actual campsite! with showers!" Erica cried out as they signed in to the campgrounds.
"yes, you've only said it eight times." Josiah finished paying the gate person, and they walked over to their campsite.
"I can't believe this! do you know how yucky I've been feeling?"
"no, I don't, I didn't listen the first million times."
"a real fire pit! and no more stew! real food!" she pulled out the food they had gotten from the vending machines and began unwrapping it. "hotdogs! and spoinkburgers!" she began to dance around.
"you sissy." Josiah muttered as he began building the fire.
"oh come on, maybe you like those weedle, caterpie and sewaddle stews, but I don't!" she got ready to cook her newfound bounty and kissed the packages.
"Devil, ember." Josiah held his breath as Devil burned the air around him, and Josiah himself.
"I don't know how or why you do that." Erica shuddered. "no human should be able to stand that."
"it keeps both of us tough." Josiah said after the flames burned down, his clothes nothing but ashes.
"Yakuza, arm thrust."
"do I have to?"
"yes!" Devil snapped, startling Yakuza into throwing the move.
"ugh, I'm going to go take a shower, get all this forest off me." Erica grabbed her towel and clothes and started walking.
"alright."
"come here Spear, let's get that gunk off of you."
"miss Erica, would you please let go?"
"oh, I know you feel ucky, I'll take care of it."
"miss Erica, please, stop! I can clean myself!"
"calm down Spear, please? for me?"
"don't be surprised to find a rattata in your bed tonight,"
"what is that?" Josiah asked, stark naked, pointing at Erica.
"what are you doing in the girls showers!?" Erica cried out, Spear using the hullabaloo to escape the soapy torture.
"this is the men's, you walked in the wrong one, or I suppose the right." he gestured to the meat hanging from 'her' crotch.
"oh, umm, yeah, about that. I wasn't always Erica, I used to be Eric." 'she' giggled nervously and sighed, falling onto the floor. "as a kid I never fit in with the boys, I was more girly, I played with dolls, and watched my little Ponyta, I was really a girl, just in the wrong body. I talked to parents and they payed for some surgery, I took some hormones, and I became Erica. I had a few boyfriends, though they always wanted to go too far, and I didn't want them to find out. we moved around a lot, so my secret was usually safe, I kind of, maybe, got a crush on you, and asked you to hang out in the forest, and, well, you know the rest." Erica got up and put her clothes on, and sulked back to the campsite, leaving Josiah standing there, naked, his jaw dropped.
"Erica?" he came into her tent; she was lying there, crying, while jacking off to online videos using Josiah's laptop.
"wh-what do you want!?" she shouted, moans coming from the computer.
"listen, do you really think that I care if you have a ding-dong? if I was going to like you, your baggage wouldn't make a difference."
"r-really?" Erica asked, trembling.
"yes." he left the tent. "make sure to let me know when you're done."
"o-okay."
OH MY BANANA-LOVING CHRIST! I AM SO SORRY THAT IT TOOK TO BLOODY LONG TO RELEASE THIS!
school is hell, let's just put it that way.
I told you I had things planned. I guess you could call that a limon? I hope you enjoyed the chapter and don't forget to follow favorite and leave a review.
Yakuza-Makuhita:
Moves:
bulk-up
arm thrust
nature-timid