Renny: So I take it the last one was a bit fast, and the fact that Looker went back to Pallet town the second he found it was all true must be confusing, but it'll hopefully be explained in this chapter. No, Green won't be making up with his grandfather after ten years of . . . well, bullshit, but everything that Green's feared so far has happened, so he's basically going to try and avoid Oak for the most part.
Red: Will I still be an asshole, because I'm kinda getting sick of arguing with Green all the time.
Renny: Yeah, you'll still be an ass. You'll change, but you'll still be an ass right now.
Red: Aw . . .
Renny: Disclaimer!
Green: Renny doesn't own pokemon.
Renny: On with the show!
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Green was avoiding Professor Oak.
It wasn't really his fault, but he was a bit scared of what Oak would do if they were alone together- not that Green's team left him alone anyway. Noivern was always with him, and the others alternated between the dexholders' pokemon and him. So really Green should have nothing to fear.
But still. He didn't want to find out what kind of words his grandfather would have for him if they got caught alone or something. Green had already had a few choice words from Ruby, Platinum, Crystal more often, and sometimes Silver.
The others just ignored him.
In fact, the only person who didn't ignore or tell him off for something was Yellow. She occasionally walked into the guest room that Green still didn't know what to do with, and just sat there drawing him and whatever pokemon was with him at the time. Most of her drawings consisted of him and Noivern, occasionally one of the others, but mostly them.
Green was still a bit pissed at having to stay in the house, though. He was grateful that he wasn't going to prison, but he didn't want to stay in more than one place. It would kind of help if he was allowed to wander around town sometimes, but after everything that had happened, he was forbidden from leaving the house.
Which was stupid.
Looker stayed as well, and the helicopter-thing was parked somewhere outside of town, concealed from the public eye. He claimed to be there because he was awaiting a new assignment, but Green knew the truth- he was keeping an eye on Green. Maybe the clone too, but mostly Green.
Because he was a murderer.
Looker hadn't told anyone about Green's little fit on the helicopter-thing, but Green suspected he was only keeping it over the boy's head as blackmail or something.
But anyway. Green had been kept inside for two days straight, and since Red had asked for some time to go over some moves (read: try and figure out how to beat Green without cheating and getting his sorry ass kicked), their rematch was scheduled in five days' time- now down to three.
Green suspected the only thing keeping him from going insane was his pokemon, and maybe the visits from Yellow. Hopefully they would let him go out soon, otherwise he'd sneak out on his own.
Even if it meant having pretty much everyone yell at him.
"I can't take it anymore." Green growled.
Sylveon looked up from giving himself a tongue bath. "Can't take what?"
"This!" Green cried, gesturing to the room. "We may have the run of the damn house, but we're not allowed out! How is that fair."
"I could request that we be allowed outside." Xerneas suggested.
"Now that'd just take the fun out of being sneaky." Zoroark smirked.
He seemed to be able to read Green's mind.
"Can I just Teleport us out?" Gardevoir asked, well, more like snapped.
"Yeah sure, why not?" Green shrugged. "I don't mind so long as we get out of this . . . well, prison, for lack of better words."
So, he returned everyone, including Noivern who whined a bit but was convinced eventually, and Gardevoir got ready to Teleport the two to the forest nearby.
And then Silver burst in, glaring with such force that Gardevoir half Teleported herself and ended up on the bed, while Green didn't even move.
"You were forbidden from going out." Silver snapped, leaning against the door and crossing his arms sternly. "I don't give a damn if you're the Phantom, or if you're Oak's dead grandson, you're not allowed out."
Green mentally sighed and decided to play the Weeper. Well, not literally weeping, but he was gonna try sadness or something.
"Please!" Green cried, clasping his hands as if begging the tall man. "I can't take being cooped up in here much longer, please just let me go out! Just a few hours? Minutes? Anything!"
"No." Silver said flatly. "And stop acting."
Dammit.
Green glared and dropped the act, although it was really just a glorified version of how he felt- he really did want to go out badly.
"At least before you lot let me out when I wanted." Green snapped back. "What am I, a prisoner? You can't keep me in here!"
"You get free run of the house and access to everything but doors leading outside, what more do you want?" Silver asked harshly.
"To go outside!" Green yelled. "Just let me out for like . . . five minutes a day or something!"
"Yeah, like you'll be satisfied with five minutes."
"An hour?"
"No."
" . . . Three quarters of an hour?"
"No."
"Half an hour?"
"No."
"Fifteen minutes?"
"No."
Green almost screamed. "Come on, what do you want me to do? Dance? Drug the lot of you? Erase the memory of me leaving?"
"Have you done that?" Silver raised an eyebrow.
"If I did, would I be standing here begging to go outside."
Silver rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's not up to me anyway- that's the Kanto lot, and Professor Oak and Looker. Professor Oak said you can't go out because he wants to figure out what to do with you, and Looker says you're too dangerous."
"What about the Kanto lot?" Green asked him.
"Well, sis wants to keep an eye on you and Red just generally hates you anyway. Yellow's the only one without much of an opinion besides the fact that she thinks you're quiet." Silver told him.
" . . . So I'm being kept inside because, basically, everyone hates me and-or doesn't trust me." Green deadpanned.
"Yep, pretty much."
"Well, the feeling's mutual!" Green barked.
Silver let out a gasp of air when Gardevoir psychically pushed him out of the room and shut the door.
"Thanks." Green murmured.
"No problem, Green." Gardevoir said with icy calmness. "But do we sneak out or what?"
"Well, we can't do it now. That'd only give them more reason not to let us out." Green said, wandering over to the bed and flopping onto it. Gardevoir sat next to him, watching him stare at the ceiling in frustration.
"We have three days until the rematch." Gardevoir reminded. "You think we can last until then?"
"Probably not." Green sighed. He crossed his arms and held up his hands, examining them. "I don't know about any of you, but I'd probably end up killing every human in this house if it meant getting out for a few minutes."
"I would gladly put them all to sleep." Gardevoir agreed.
" . . . What's this?" Green suddenly asked, sitting up. "You never agree with me. Oh my Mew you're going soft!"
"I am not!" Gardevoir cried, jumping up. "I'm just . . . trying something new!"
"Hah, denial, denial, denial!" Green sang.
"Shut up, you little brat!"
"Denial, denial, denial!"
"I said shut it!"
"Nah, you said 'shut up', not 'shut it'."
Gardevoir fumed. "You know damn well what I mean!"
Green fell back onto the bed, laughing.
He needed something to distract him, and this at least helped a bit. He sent out everyone else, who immediately wondered why they weren't outside or at least making their escape.
"We got busted." Green explained. "By Silver."
"Dammit." Zoroark sighed.
"But this is stupid!" Sylveon snapped. "They can't keep us in here forever, surely they can't do that?"
"They probably don't care." Goodra said. "And Looker's basically representing Kalosian law, so what he says goes."
"And apparently the old coot and the Kanto dexholders." Gardevoir scoffed. "They're the ones making us stay in here like we're prisoners."
"If you think about it we kind of are." Sylveon muttered, lying down on the floor moodily.
"I find this ironic." Xerneas spoke up, looking at Sylveon.
"What do you mean?" Goodra asked, when no one else spoke for a little bit.
"Sylveon was the one who used to protest the most to going outside, to getting dirty. But now he wishes to be outside because he enjoys it." Xerneas said, smiling slightly.
"I just got used to it." Sylveon huffed, looking at the Legendry flatly.
"I am sure you did."
They waited for a few minutes, but no one seemed to want to come in and yell at Green for shoving Silver out. Or getting his pokemon to shove him out, whichever. So he left the room with Noivern, Goodra and Xerneas (in case anyone asked a dumb question and didn't want to listen to him) to go and find something to eat for the team.
Green, on the other hand, had decided to go on hunger strike.
"Um, why?" Goodra asked as they made their way to the kitchen.
"Well it isn't like I can die from starvation anyway, but some of them probably have bleeding hearts so they'll let us out before I do die." Green explained.
"The child has a point." Xerneas nodded. "However I would not advise this, not when you may need your wits for the upcoming battle."
"Please, we could beat him blind, deaf and numb." Green scoffed. "Just Thunder the entire field or something."
"Wouldn't it be beach, though?"
" . . . Same difference."
"Not really."
They found the kitchen eventually. It had two doors for some reason, well three if you counted the back door, but that one was locked and Green didn't want to give them more reasons not to let him outside. Goodra tried to grab some stuff from the cupboards, but she kind of gooed it by accident and Green had to take it from her and wipe it off carefully.
"Hey, you think we could take all the bread and stash it?" Green asked, seeing some bread left out to defrost. Most likely someone else's work since Red was probably too dumb to know what to do with frozen bread anyway.
"I would not advise that either." Xerneas said, looking perplexed. "Would the 'bread stash' be a way to get back at Red, perhaps?"
" . . . Maybe?"
Xerneas rolled his eyes. Then he glanced at something behind Green and stiffened slightly. Goodra stepped back from the cupboards to look at whatever it was too, and Noivern hissed and coiled himself around Green, who turned around carefully.
"Hello." Oak said awkwardly from the second door.
Oh, piss.
" . . . Hi." Green said in a very small voice. He wasn't exactly scared, but he wasn't calm either.
"I, uh . . . what do I call you?" Oak suddenly blurted.
Green stared.
"You told everyone your name was Cas, and some refer to you as Phantom, but . . . I'm still not certain, but your real name is Green. What do I call you?" Oak asked.
" . . . I thought my own grandfather would have seen it as obvious." Green said forlornly. "Or is it that you've just forgotten about me in ten years?"
"No, I . . . I regret the day you disappeared, I wish it hadn't happened, but-"
"I didn't disappear!" Green snapped. "I died, get it!? The picture was real!"
"But- but Green- I mean, the clone- the clone said-"
"He lied, you idiot!" Green shouted. Noivern gave a low screech to emphasise his words. "That thing lied and you still believe it, even after it was exposed? I died, I felt it all happen!"
" . . . You did?" Oak gasped, in a hushed voice.
"Yeah, I did." Green said. His arms fell limply to his sides. "I felt it. I've died hundreds of times after that."
"But . . . you're still a child." Oak swallowed. He took a step forward, but froze when Noivern hissed. Goodra came up beside Green, with a stern glare that he'd never thought was possible on the usual gentle pokemon.
"And that matters to you why? A few days ago you and everyone else were prepared to try and execute me." Green snapped back.
"Yes, well, you're the Phantom Thief, so-."
"What the hell's the point of this?" Green finally barked. Oak looked so shocked he shut up. "Why are you talking to me? Far as I know you don't give a shit."
"Green, language!" Oak snapped.
"Oh, so now you know what to call me."
"You never used to speak like this to me." Oak went on sternly. "You were polite, you knew what not to do, and-"
"No, I didn't!" Green yelled. "You never told me what I could and couldn't do, so when I did something wrong you yelled at me! That's why I was so polite, you old bastard!"
"Green-"
"No." Green said forcefully. "No, this time, I'll talk and you'll listen. I'm sick of this shit. You think you know me? You never knew the real me, just the kid you wanted me to be! You made me change my whole damn personality just to fit what you wanted, and for what? To look good?"
"Green, be quiet-"
"See, you're doing it again!" Green practically snarled. "Telling me to shut up each time I try and talk to you! I come to you with a problem, you tell me to man up and deal with it. You said that to a seven year old boy! I try and tell you what I want or fucking need, but you either ignore me or you tell me to shut up! What kind of grandfather are you, anyway?"
Oak was silent now.
"And now you're doing it again, like I'm the same kid you wanted me to be! Well guess what? I'm not; I'm a murderer, a thief, someone who needs to be locked up far, far away from people!" Green yelled.
Even Xerneas was shocked at this point.
Green found himself panting from the huge rant he'd just had. It was probably the longest time he'd ever spoken to Oak in his entire life. Most of it had just literally been Green asking a single question and Oak just telling him whatever.
"I'll be willing to bet you've had to say that for a very long time." Someone said.
Green turned to the door where he and half of his team had come through. Gold was standing there, with Silver at his shoulder. Gold didn't look surprised, but Silver had such wide eyes it was comedic to see someone who, as Green had learnt, was normally so stoic be shocked.
" . . . Yeah, I have." Green nodded slightly.
"Uh, this wouldn't happen to have anything to do with us not letting you out, right?" Silver asked hesitantly. "Like . . . you were pissed off, you needed something to vent at, and Professor Oak just happened to be there?"
"Or maybe he just wanted to say it and he finally had the opportunity." Gold suggested.
"It's . . . kinda both actually." Green said. He was suddenly feeling shy, and he took a step back.
Noivern welcomed him back into his wings, making Green wonder and then realise that he didn't care when he'd stepped out of the protective cocoon. Goodra seemed to snap out of some kind of trance, and she leaned down to gently whisper to Green.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
Green nodded silently. He really had needed to say that, but that had been years ago- and now suddenly it had all came back. And it kind of hurt.
Xerneas watched him with a calm expression, which was strange considering how he'd been as wide eyed as Silver.
"He will not harm you." Xerneas said, looking at Gold and Silver. "He is merely . . . frustrated. And a little drained. If it would not be too much trouble, I request that we all be allowed out for at least three hours a day. You should understand that in Kalos we could never stay in one place for very long, and we had been mostly outside in that time. This is very strange for us."
'Strange' was an understatement. But Green said nothing, in fear of killing the rapport Xerneas seemed to have with Gold and Silver. He didn't want to think of Oak.
" . . . I'll tell sis." Silver murmured. He went out of the room, and Gold followed after a brief pause in which he smiled a little bit.
Oak stayed.
"Would you kindly remove yourself from this room, old man?" Xerneas asked, his tone changing to almost winter-cold.
Oak's protest died as Noivern and Goodra added their silent opinions in. He walked away.
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" . . . And that's why he should be allowed outside." Gold finished off.
Silver was kind of impressed. Gold was normally a bit of an idiot, and Silver had originally thought that Gold'd probably tell everyone the problem with as much joking and weirdness as possible. However, it had been quite the opposite- gold had told the dexholders everything calmly, delivering the words in such a manner that everyone had listened without interrupting
Even Red had listened.
The Kanto dexholders glanced at each other and then looked at Looker. He was silent, staring at his hands in his lap as if he were trying to read them for the answer. He looked thoughtful and didn't seem to want to speak at the moment.
"Maybe we should let him go out." Sapphire spoke up. Everyone turned to her, minus Looker. "Well, think about it, will yah? I hate being cooped up inside all the time, and I have to sleep in a tree just to feel comfortable!"
"You want to sleep in a tree, barbarian, so why are you saying it like it's a bad thing?" Ruby snorted. Sapphire stuck out her tongue at him. Ruby turned to the rest of the dexholders. "I say no. There's no telling what he might do- Silver, you said he'd tried to Teleport out with his Gardevoir an hour ago, right? Well, who's to say he won't try it again?"
"He seemed pretty intent on just getting outside rather than running away from us." Silver admitted.
The kid- Green, Cas, whatever- had seemed mostly focussed on just getting Silver to let him outside. Silver didn't know what was keeping him here, but if all the kid wanted was to go outside . . . well, that wasn't much of a bad thing, was it?
"I say yeah as well!" Black said loudly. A couple of the dexholders winced and he quickly apologised, lowering his voice. "Sorry. I say yes, since . . . well, I know what it's like to feel a bit cooped up. Ask Cheren or Bianca- before I was allowed to go out and train for the League in Unova, I was so jittery! I only got through because of Musha, but if I hadn't had him . . . well, I guess I'd be like him right now."
The others voiced their opinions as well. White agreed with Black simply because she knew what Black got like when he was agitated, while the Sinnoh trio voted no on the grounds that the kid was too dangerous. Emerald said yes, and glared around as if to challenge anyone to tell him he couldn't agree to let the kid out.
Gold and Silver were already going for yes, so that just left Crystal of their trio. She sighed and then reminded everyone about the Steelix incident, and then said no. Well, that'd cause a rift.
The Kanto dexholders had yet to voice their opinions, but if Silver had to guess, he'd say that Yellow and Blue would say yes and Red would say no.
So, that meant that:
Gold, Silver, Sapphire, Emerald, White and Black agreed to let the kid go outside.
Crystal, Ruby, Pearl, Diamond and Platinum said no to the idea.
Six on one side, and five on the other. There were fourteen dexholders, well fifteen if you counted the kid and his Mjolnir pokedex, so that meant that there may actually be an even number if Yellow and Blue were on opposite sides.
"I say no." Red snapped. See? "Like Platinum said, he's too dangerous."
"Or maybe you just don't like the fact that he almost beat you." Emerald snapped back.
"Shut up!"
"Guys!" Gold shouted. They both fell silent, staring at him with wide eyes. "Thank you."
"I say we let him outside." Yellow spoke up a few seconds later. "He's technically a kid, and . . . well, I agree with the others. I'd hate to be cooped up like this as well."
Blue was the only one without an opinion that had been voiced now. Silver watched his non-blood sister, silently begging her to say yes. She had to understand the kid's problem. He did. He knew what it was like.
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"You got your wish."
Green looked up. The guest room was, yet again, filled with him and his entire team, though this time Noivern had taken Green onto the ceiling and into a cocoon again. Silver didn't even look that bothered about the weird position. Well, weird to anyone else anyway.
"I did?" Green blinked. Noivern opened up his wings and Green smoothly slid down them, then gripped onto Noivern's claws and was gently and fluidly placed on the floor in front of Silver.
"Yeah, you can go outside." Silver nodded. "Might wanna be careful though, most of the dexholders still don't trust you."
"Who would?" Green blinked. Silver frowned, but Green ignored him.
"Alright, you get four hours a day, starting at noon and ending at four pm." Silver explained. "No Teleporting to get out, otherwise it'll be treated as an escape, and you have to inform one of us when you do go outside. You're limited to Red's garden, which should be enough since it's about as big as this house, and if you attack anyone or anything your privileges will be revoked and you'll be shoved in the basement with Gree- the clone."
"Do I need to take notes or something?"
" . . . Because it's kind of past noon, we're giving you until five today." Silver said.
"Was that against everyone's better judgements or did you all take pity because I'm already insane and they didn't need a psychopath?" Green asked.
"Don't make me tell them you don't wanna go outside."
"Oh, no, no, I wanna go out, I do." Green quickly amended. He put on his best innocent face. "Can we go now?"
"'We'?"
"Uh, hello, 'we' as in me and my team. We all hate this." Green deadpanned, gesturing to the pokemon in the room.
Noivern slipped out of the ceiling and landed behind Green, and leaned over Green's head to curiously look closer at Silver, who backed away with a weirded-out look on his face.
"I don't get the deal between you lot, but fine. Just don't kill or hurt anything." Silver sighed. "Now go, before everyone decides you can't go outside."
"Thanks!"
As Green, and his team, dashed past him, he noticed Silver's eyes widen again. Most likely because he'd thanked the man, but whatever.
Red's garden was . . . well, to put it bluntly, overgrown. There were no paths, it was a bit like a field what with how big it was, and it was fenced off. Green stayed away from the fences. The grass came up to his knees, which in simple terms meant Red really needed to employ a gardener or something, and Green found that he somehow didn't mind.
Mainly because he could sit pretty much anywhere and it'd be comfortable. There was a really big oak tree (oh, the irony) near the centre of the field/garden, so Green and his team made their way over to it.
Two hours later, they were still by the tree. Green kind of liked it, really. It was a bit cold, since it was still winter, but he didn't really mind much. For a winter day, it was warm. Well, kind of like lukewarm, but whatever. He liked it.
He wasn't sure when he'd noticed it, but he knew that he was being watched from inside the house. And somehow he didn't care.
"You know, maybe these guys aren't so bad." Sylveon purred. He was curled against Green, who was yet again cuddled by Noivern, who was leaning against the tree.
"You kidding? They probably had to take a vote and stuff to let us go outside." Gardevoir snorted. "I'll bet most of their responses were 'the kid's dangerous' or 'he'll run away and kill someone for the fun of it' or some Tauros-shit."
"They're not exactly unfounded." Green reminded her.
"What's with this sudden need to beat yourself up about everything you've done?" Zoroark frowned. "You never did it before."
Green glanced around his team- his family- and sighed. Maybe he should tell them, at least this way they wouldn't find out second-hand from Looker or someone else telling Xerneas or something.
"When I was on the helicopter-thing . . ." Everyone was immediately attentive, even Noivern. "I kind of . . . well, they put me in a cell. Alone."
"That's just cruel!" Goodra cried in horror.
"Maybe, but to them I deserved worse. A-anyway, I was in there, alone, and . . . well, you know how I remember every single death I've ever had?" The team nodded warily. "Well, I can remember the faces of every person I've ever killed as well. They all . . . kind of came back to me. And I . . . cried."
They stared at him in shock. To them, him crying meant something incredibly serious, and if something made him cry they would go and find it and destroy it or something.
But they couldn't destroy guilt, otherwise they'd have to destroy him- and they couldn't. Wouldn't.
"I stopped after a while, and then Looker came in, said some stuff I forgot, and . . . he shot me dead." Green finished. "Then after I woke up they killed me over and over, but I was still reeling from . . . that . . . so I didn't care. I let them."
He heard Noivern hiss above his head, and glanced up at the bat-dragon thing. Noivern cooed slightly, his expression softening, and laid his head on top of Green's, and cuddled him a little bit tighter. But it didn't hurt, no, Noivern would never do that.
"If I ever see that man again I will kill him." Xerneas stated flatly.
"Save some for me." Zoroark growled.
"Guys, please, it doesn't matter, really . . ." Green tried to tell them. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Dammit Green, learn to keep a lid on it!
"To you, maybe not. To us? It matters a hell of a lot." Sylveon hissed.
At least they cared.
A few hours later, Yellow came out to tell Green his time was up. She sounded and looked reluctant, but Green didn't honestly care. He got to go out, and now he didn't have to go on hunger strike as well.
"Hey, um . . . do you remember your sister?" Yellow suddenly asked, as Green watched his team go through the kitchen backdoor one by one.
He blinked and looked up at her.
"Vividly." He nodded. May as well be honest since she was the only one who was even remotely nice to him. "Why?"
"She's come here to visit Professor Oak with her husband." Yellow explained.
" . . . Hus . . . band?" Green murmured in shock. Sure, she'd been eighteen last time he'd seen her, and she was probably twenty-eight by now, but he could never imagine his sister getting married to someone. Not her.
"Bill Masaki." Yellow told him. "You know him?"
"Storage geek person . . . thing?" Green blinked. He honestly had no idea what Bill's exact job was, but he knew it involved the pokemon Storage System.
"He made the pokemon Storage and keeps it running for Trainers." Yellow said.
Yellow started walking, and Green followed, knowing very well this would probably end badly. His team followed silently.
"She fell in love with him five or six years ago, and they got married after being boyfriend-girlfriend for two years." Yellow said. "We would have told you before, but we didn't really want to distress her with the whole . . . um, Phantom Thief thing. You're actually kind of famous here now."
"I think the word would be infamous actually." Green murmured.
"Hm . . . But anyway, we couldn't really avoid it. Red kind of blurted it out that you were here, and after a bit of panic and a few tears, Daisy kind of begged to see you." Yellow explained.
"Does she . . . know about the Phantom thing?" Green asked. He suddenly felt very, very terrified.
"Well, no. But we were thinking maybe you should update your look, in case anyone happens to recognise you by how you dress."
Green tugged at the scarf around his neck. "If I have to change my clothes, I'm keeping this on."
"Fair enough." Yellow smiled. "Also, maybe some shoes too."
"Hell no."
They got to the living room, and Green hesitated. He loved his sister, ever after not seeing her for ten years straight, but he was scared that his relationship with her would be like his current one with Oak. Yellow glanced down at him and gently ruffled his hair, and then she opened the door.
And Green couldn't hesitate anymore.
He followed her in, swallowing his anxiety, and wringed his hands as he glanced around the room. There. Sitting next to the guy with the curly hair who Green guessed was probably Bill. She looked, well, older. Like she'd aged too much to be herself.
Green had to remind himself that she wasn't eighteen anymore. He didn't know why, but for some reason Daisy getting older seemed as impossible as him dying and aging.
He stared at her forever, before she broke the spell by standing up. Green didn't know what he'd expected- maybe she would cry out and hug him, or she'd ask him why he never came back to Pallet town, or . . .
But he didn't expect complete confusion and anger.
"That's not Green." Daisy said. "That's that murderer from the TV!"
What?
"You told me he was here!" She cried, looking straight at Oak. "You told me my baby brother was still alive!"
"Daisy-" Oak began. He was cut off.
"That's not my little brother! What kind of sick joke is this?"
If this was some kind of stupid movie, and it had gone wrong, Green would have shouted 'cut'. But it wasn't a movie.
Cut. In more ways than one.
"Da-Daisy . . ." Green breathed. She turned to him, cold anger swelling in her eyes.
"Where's my brother?" She snapped. "Did you kill him?"
She didn't recognise him. She didn't recognise his voice. His face. His eyes. Her eyes. Their mother's eyes.
She didn't know him.
He was crying before he even felt the tears. There was silence, and then suddenly Daisy seemed to realise something. She opened her mouth to say something, Green thought maybe some scathing remark, but was stopped when Noivern covered Green in his wings and screeched loudly.
Then Noivern picked Green up and basically flew out of the room, and they were outside again. Noivern could sometimes go faster than the speed of sound, and it had taken seconds to get outside. And Green wasn't even allowed out, but he couldn't care less right now.
He curled into Noivern's fur, and felt the Dragon/Flying type shift. Green knew, without even having to look, that Noivern was hanging upside down on one of the tree branches, and his wings kept Green cocooned away from the world.
Green curled up a bit more and whimpered.
His sister hated him because he was a murderer. He was beginning to hate himself for not regretting the things he'd done. He should regret them, but he didn't.
Why didn't he regret them?
" . . . Kid?"
Zoroark. They'd followed. Of course they would, they trusted him and loved him, and he trusted and loved them as well.
"We're here, don't worry." Zoroark went on. "We'll never leave you."
Thank you.
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Renny: I put that in because, well, the fanfic wouldn't be complete without Daisy. In the original she accepted Green without any issues, which seemed unreal, so I used the stuff from the TV and made her . . . well, you know.
Green: I cried, seriously?
Renny: Heh. Read and review!