The door swung silently open to the Rocket and his Drowzee. He was eager to see how many times she was shocked and this would be a great time to interrupt her nightmares. He motioned to the Drowzee, who began to send out his brain waves.

Until it stopped and looked at the Rocket.

'What? Oh...'

Demon was sitting cross-legged in the centre of the room, eyes closed. Smiling in their direction, she opened an eye and her smile grew in one corner becoming a sickening smirk.

'Good evening, shall we begin?'

He gritted his teeth into a grim smile, how could she be so calm? It had only been two months and a half and she dared to show this mocking grin? He would make her pay for it; no one was cocky in Seth's presence.

'Pathetic, you disappoint me executive. Even my new blood when angered shows no ill will to her tutor. Consider this a reminder that my will alone deals out punishment. Of course-' a hand lifted a crystal glass with brandy on the rocks to lips '-when you prove your obedience I can grant this privilege. Only when, not as you deem it to be so Proton.'

The glass is placed carefully on the desk; Giovanni stood from sitting on the corner to watch Proton panting on his side. The blood smeared his hair to a rusty brown and his clothes were tatters.

Archer rubbed his knuckles on the thigh of his suit; beating the young man had not been as entertaining as he thought. He saluted Giovanni and left smirking, maybe the man's mind would be better toyed with, so much hate. It came from a memory, once he knew what it was- that man would do anything he asked.

Proton felts his ribs had cracked, he could not feel his left leg and blood dripped between his lips from where he bit down to silence his cries. That bastard had the woman he desired; those red locks were like the fire in his soul fanning out to burn everything in its path- but not for him.

He would not break.

Giovanni grasped his collar hurling him against the wall before raising him off the ground. Proton heard his shirt collar rip seeing his pale muscular chest exposed to the eyes of his Boss made him think. Hearing his Boss cough Proton rasped out a chuckle at the sight of those eyes.

'Pathetic Proton. What would your brother say if he saw you? What would your parents think?'

Proton swallowed the blood in his mouth, breathing deeply he stared into the dark grey eyes.

'Fuck you Sir.'

Giovanni pressed Proton against the wall leaning into him; Proton struggled feeling his Boss force him straight up against the cold wall. He froze unsure of what to do, how to respond.

Laughing Giovanni ran a finger along Proton's jaw, he grinned sadistically before slapping the man across the face.

'Shame on you m'boy, I know you want to impersonate your idol. But not until I say, your cousin's fawning is tantalising enough.'

Proton gripped the man's hand coughing as the fingers dug into his throat. That bastard, how dare he even suggest that about his cousin?

'If you touch him-' the fingers twitched sharply cutting off his voice.

Giovanni snorted, staring down his nose at him. Proton was no fun to toy with but his cousin, oh, he was great fun. Especially when he spoke of promiscuous activities that occurred in his youth and in Petrel's youth, those made him squirm the most and the power over that man was sickening.

'Get out.'

Proton limped to his feet saluting out of drilled in training.

Giovanni smirked going back to his desk confident for now; Proton would conform for a time.

The phone rang for three beeps before he picked it up. Holding the receiver to his ear, he waited for the report.

'Dr Fuji-Sir. We've done as you asked. It cost many lives but this one looks stable. The growth is good.'

Giovanni drank from his fine crystal savouring the brandy on his lips.

'How soon until ready for deployment?'

The voice came back after furious typing on a keyboard, the sound of other men arguing over the details of splicing came over as garbled nonsense that irked him.

'Quiet both of you. Blaine, you know I'm right so please stop riling him up.'

Files are heard rustling down the phone while Giovanni idly browsed his email files clicking automatic replies to various agents' requests and paused to answer his top rankers in brief.

'It with take four more months before it is ready. That is the quickest time I can give you Sir.'

Giovanni sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had to act fast while Lance was occupied with his amorous duty or everything turned to shit.

'Very well Doctor, you have done admirably so far. She trusted you. I don't, so make me want to do so. Get me my results in two months.'

'I-yes sir. Have you found a match for this one?'

'In two months my perfect match will be trained, another two will see field status. Do the same.'

He set the phone down scratching the feline head that now rested on his knee.

'You are sure of this Neena?'

A loud purr rumbled through his knee in deep vibrations making the hairs on his leg tingle.

'Good, I like my headstrong already.'

'Very well, prepare yourself Demon.' He sneered, mocking her arrogant sounding name. What Seth did not know was this was a name given to her by Wolf.

Demon breathed in slowly, allowing herself to find a centre, ready for the pain and the test.

Her breathing was uneven, the stress was eating away at her and without adequate food or rest, and she had pushed herself too far. Her thin face watched Seth's eyes with a hungry expression.

'You look like shit Demon. Good, you're almost done. Just break now, surrender and we can make a Rocket out of you.'

That voice was almost human in its nature and behaviour.

'Just do me a small favour,' he gestured to his crotch, 'I'll take you to the infirmary on this wasted ass level, patch you up.'

Demon shook her head slowly, that prick would get nothing from her. She needed to keep a clear head; she had to find a way to speak to it, the voice was connected somehow and familiar.

'What is this and where will you find it?'

She merely spared the card a brief look and recited her notes:

'Rhydon: evolves from Rhyhorn, lives in lava and can learn water based moves, you will find them in caverns. They are powerful and intelligent.'

Seth frowned: this person was well read but he knew how to humble a cocky trainee. He pulled out a card from the bottom – one she had not yet studied. She would taste defeat. Demon looked at it slightly longer but surprised him by giving a good account.

'Aerodactyl, a prehistoric Pokémon found in fossils but would be in the mountains hunting prey. A born predator.'

Seth swallowed, drawing out another card. His best ones, guaranteed to stump most people, she answered with ease. Some took longer and those he punished harshly giving no quarter as per orders.

'You are nothing. Give it up.'

He even stooped to giving little time to answer, wanting to cow her. The more he pushed the more she gave and the fire in her eyes burned into him staring past the Rocket into memory.

'You're gonna get it now Bitch.'

He turned, wanting his Pokémon to give a greater shock, but he stopped dead a low guttural groan rolled from his tongue the cards scattered across the ground.

Demon could not see from her angle what it was that made him pause, was it a high up.

The Rocket could see exactly what any Rocket feared almost as much as the Boss himself.

Persian sat eyes narrowed, it rose and walked away, beckoning the Rocket with a flick of its tail.

He rose and departed wordlessly, resigned to his fate. He recalled the pokemon attaching the pokéballs to his belt sparing a hateful look at Demon; he ducks his head replacing his cap exiting the cell. The door slides shut locking her in without a means of calling for aid.

Demon stood confused, where was the next question and why did she have to remain?

'Help...someone...he-hear...me.'

The door lock clicked again as Demon started forward offering a hand wanting comfort for the first time in months. Even her annoying cousin Jimmy would be comfort and she hated herself for ever pushing the lad away. Breathing raggedly Demon realised her denial of the agony could not go on; she had played her last card. She could not push anymore against the tide...

A voice. THE voice was calling, a deep male voice- father?

'Father? Please, I'm here- help.'

The voice called her again asking her why, why was life wonderful- it wasn't unless you had family.

'I need to know. You can hear me- who are you?'

'I-I can't...I don't know-sor...'

Demon fell to her knees her vision blurred washing over her was noise and colours, black and red. Demon waved a hand fearing the red. Red was medical help- trouble.

'Shit. That- shit. Woah, woah easy.'

The man watched her vomit up blood; her eyes were white and bulging darting around the room. Her clothes were torn and patched with different coloured threads the legs ripped and smeared with blood and dirt. The shoulders had burn marks and arms blotches of discolouration from poison.

The pain took its toll and she collapsed into waiting arms. Their strength bore her up lightly carrying her from the room, towards Giovanni's office.

Viper grunted under the strain of emotions. He had not ever had to carry a woman before. She was hurt but very pretty for her age. But she felt so light and not a good weight at all for a Rocket trainee, they had to be strong or they did not belong here.

He hurried to the ward; she had to get there now. Ragged breathing kept reminding him of how little time he had. He felt he had to speak up to consol her.

'Don't worry Miss, I will get you there.'

'Well, Viper finally bagged a bird?'

Viper swallowed, Proton always took his anger on lower ranking men. What gave him the right?

'I don't have time Sir. She needs me to-'

'To what? A meat head like you, does he know his...' Proton caught sight of her face and injuries.

'The New Blood? Seth... that idiot thinking he could act like...me personally would never have gone that far with the Boss's property.'

'She is a human being not furniture Sir. Please excuse-'

Harrison stood watching Proton trying to get a look at her face and Viper, his pupil, wildly waving his hand afraid to touch the executive pup.

'Viper.'

Harrison checked the woman's pulse looking into her eyes. He smiled; she was hurt but still quite alive. 'Bring her to the underground Viper, we can use this one.'

Proton sneered, that pathetic excuse of a lab rat, still Harrison was a scumbag.

'As executive of Giovanni, I ordered Viper to take her directly to the medics. I would not cross me Harrison. It would be unpleasant for you.'

'Unfortunately I have business and I answer only to Giovanni.'

'Then she comes with me. Until you have clearance scientist, even you follow those rules.'

Harrison sighed gesturing to Viper who head bowed followed him.

'Viper.'

'I have to go Sir. I am sorry but Mr Harrison knows what's best for her.'

Proton snorted his eyes narrowed dangerously.

'Your father is one of us not them. You have your ranking.'

Harrison chuckled at Proton motioning Viper to precede him and he turned back to Proton.

'Listen pup, he is one of mine despite his father being a jar head gun freak. So cool off, leave thinking to those who are capable.'

That pompous windbag, Proton strode towards Giovanni's office.

'Who gave you authority to decide her fate, Seth?' A seriously edgy voice demanded and Seth cowered in front of Giovanni's cold rage. In this type of mood no one knew what he could or would do. Only Giovanni decided what he would do in this mood as he paced around Seth.

Seth swallowed, opening his mouth a few times, but was unable to come up with any answer for his Boss. Emotions did not stand well in Giovanni's case that stoic man never showed much emotion nor did he expect his Rocket to dare give in to that weakness, so every Rocket called it. Seth lowered his eyes, knowing his punishment would be worse than what Wolf and his team had to endure. He had killed the Boss's latest recruit and one that he had a personal interest in at this moment.

'No answer? I thought not, you give me no choice...' he paused, letting the grief stricken face go through a series of feelings, before he ordered Seth's permanent leave from the corporation.

His hand touched his jacket slipping beneath the suit he fingered the hilt of his handgun, the sole treasure of his family given to him. The high calibre handgun had never failed him.

'Sir?' Archer stood in the doorway breathless and strangely agitated. Giovanni forgot the worthless idiot and moved towards his executive.

'Demon was carried to the labs. The Doctor heard the commotion and took one look and demanded to have her. I do not know any more. Sir?' he asked suddenly, watching his Boss frown.

'Come with me immediately.' he ordered, striding past him into the corridor and Archer followed on his heels into the richly decorated hallway filled with rare artefacts as his Boss's means to seduce his personally chosen clients before they reached his office. A rare honour each client they had fought for and only a hand full each three years got that privilege.

Proton saluted his Boss who realised Archer's source of information; the youth had his ways to impress him even if he was a difficult little prick standing boldly on the marble floor.

'Who took her Proton- what did you do to your uniform?'

Proton's shirt had a large V-neck showing off his chest, Proton looked at his reflection in the glass section of the walk way that separated one section from the other allow light to mingle with the powered lighting.

'I did what you had already done Sir. Remade my image.'

Giovanni raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

'Proton, go watch him for me and attend to his demands while I deal with another headstrong.'

Archer found his Boss hard to follow when he breezed down each corridor, taking his private lift to the labs at the lowest levels of his base, down another cold steel corridor to the Underground.

'Come on,' he hissed as Archer leapt through the doors before they closed. Archer stood silently catching his breath. He felt many questions buzzing like Beedrill through his head but dared not ask seeing the Boss's steely glint in his eye. He studied the metal cage they called a lift and the decor.

'Archer, our good doctor has done many tests on Pokémon. Lately I requested he try one for humans: Viper was a test subject but it worked only so far.'

'No wonder why the guy hated all the questions.'

'I see now that Harrison may think she can bond with the drug. She is so badly damaged by Seth's crude method. I should have trained her myself.' He broke off to stare at the glass. Archer felt a need to fill the quiet, yet he did not wish to break his Boss's thoughts.

As soon as the doors opened, they followed the metal stairs, the style growing simpler in function without the grand outer showing of wealth and power into the lab. There were scientists moving about reading findings, running computers and various machines Giovanni had funded.

'Harrison, what do you think you are doing?' Giovanni growled on seeing Demon strapped down on a bench. 'TOMMY.'

A tall man saluted his Boss; Harrison scowled looking over his report. Tommy's nose was bloodied and he wiped it on a sleeve with a Growlithe snarling at Harrison quietly.

'I tried to warn him Sir. Biff quiet boy. My project is not quite ready- why you have to test it now.'

The doctor had just turned away holding an empty syringe: he chuckled and explained briefly. 'Sir, this serum, will be the start of new development. It enhances the body and mind of the human and Pokémon. She, she was hurt I don't know if she is still... but I thought even on a deceased form we could see results-'

Giovanni slammed his hand on a table, denting the burnished metal leaving a lasting circle of his ring and the action made Tommy flinch.

'You pompous...Tommy is in charge of his project. He calls the go ahead.'

He advanced on the doctor, only to stop – his face surprised.

Demon's body was hooked to monitors reading brain waves and he saw an Abra sitting nearby to sense her dream waves. Never did its eyes open but it hummed in time with the equipment.

The monitor lit up measuring her heart rate, BP and brain waves. The heart rate was weakening as they stood watching but the screen measured the drug intake into her system. It was rising at a steady pace, yet her heart was weak.

Archer surveyed the lab workers. He paused seeing a shade of purple amongst the crowd.

'Petrel?'

He smiled nodding to his Boss; tapping away on the computer, Petrel adjusted the monitors.

'I'm not working on her Archer. CJ wants me to check the strength of our security so I'm playing havoc.'

Petrel smirked then hissed backtracking moving to different screens; it seemed this was a challenge. He giggled like a child who had found a bug to dissect in detail.

Giovanni cursed, Tommy swiped his bloodied nose tapping furiously at the keyboard trying to keep her alive. He ran a forefinger over his signet ring and found himself silently begging, raging and cursing every legendary for this woman to be spared. Why though, it had never helped before- he snapped.

'Shit...'

Demon's mind twisted around as she felt another presence trying to mix with hers.

'Help- it hurts. They are killing me. Always pain. More pain. HURTS.'

Petrel span around, staring at the table, he heard the rattling metal and gurgled breaths behind him. Demon's body was fitting and her throat was issuing shallow breaths. Her eyes bulged wildly darting around her hand clenched reaching for something, her mouth leaked blood and she screamed.

The Abra's eyes glowed while the pokemon normally was silent, it cried out as if it hated what it saw. Rising in pitch mingling with the high agonised calls Kai made causing Biff to whine.

Tommy checked the screen, the blank screen flashed rapidly; he tapped the keyboard to slow down the images. It flashed showing still images.

A table. Another strange creature tied down with men cutting into its skin injecting drugs. A large tube with the creature inside fluid. Brain waves. More pain and Demon's own waves jumped up high. The graph attached to the monitors screeched to life madly running off results. The screen glowed deep purple before it flashed as the monitor shattered under the stress. The power flickered and held steady, everyone glanced around fearing more interference.

'Sir...shit. Oh, hell distortion hell.'

Harrison raised a brow at Tommy's cursing, Tommy ripped off the graph scanning it before crossing the room to whisper into Giovanni's ear.

'Superstition Thomas really?' Harrison drawled.

Viper, who had come on the doctor's orders, tried to hold her still. Archer backed off, and he looked away scrunching up his face. Arms shaking uncontrollably as his eyes closed shut.

'What is it Tommy- damn it system's good. Top notch but I still have a few tricks.'

Even Viper struggled as her body's violent movements, she twisted madly with her hands tearing at the air and Viper hissed as fingers dug bloody furrows into his skin. He wrenched himself free seeing her actions only increase in that frantic drive for escape before rapidly stilling.

'She was communicating with the- the project Boss. It was so clear on the graph like I am speaking to you now.'

Harrison smiled a success at last for him and it could lead to much more than science.

'Then we can grow someone who can last.'

'Shut it Harrison, for- she had received its psychic signals before. It made the connection, she was a receiver only.'

Everyone nearby held a breath. Tommy left for his office closing the door; apparently, he did not think it was worthwhile. The door shook as a fist was seen in the glass smacking into the wood.

There was no sign from their patient; the head scientist shook his head.

Petrel sighed turning back to his screens letting out a long sigh and he sniffed.

'Time of death is- wait. What are you-'

One scientist, oblivious to this, bent over her to measure the progress of the drug. He gave her the booster automatically his hair rose from his scalp slightly eyes glazed before he blinked confused. His eyes colour seemed almost pink before returning to a light brown.

'You idiot can't you see it is useless, the first had no effect!' Harrison screamed, furious that his carefully manufactured drug had been apparently wasted. He rumpled his hair, meeting Giovanni's eyes anxiously knowing failure was very short of total perfection.

Viper gently let her arms go: suddenly feeling a little sorry for the once fiery devil.

One scientist drew out a pen to mark the findings and time of failure; the project had never shown these signs before.

'It should be mature within the allotted time Sir if the islanders keep this up.'

'I suppose so, Richard, yet I have lost my only link.'

Giovanni shouted in anger. The Rockets backed away fearing for their hides ready to offer anything to appease the thick raw anger that emitted in waves from their Boss.

'My only fucking link to the one project I need to work. She, if the file I received is authentic...'

'It is Sir. I checked it back to the census in Sinnoh. It is the right family.' Archer cut in softly.

Giovanni rested one hand on his hip the other pushed back his slick hair controlling his breathing unable to stop his hand shaking. He blankly stared at the printed documents of numbers starting to see a pattern in them, all pointed to Mew. She had to be captured again.

The boy... he needed a mentor. The project needed- and he, he needed the old line to-

'Sir, Sir...' a low rasping voice called out – a hand twitching under leather straps was seeking the large powerful hands of Giovanni.

Giovanni felt stunned and Harrison's mouth hung open: all professional tone lost as the eyes of his subject opened and closed. Her breathing now very visible. Giovanni paced forward, eyes searching for the same passion he had seen on the first meeting.

Demon broke the binds while flexing her arms and sat up. The metal leg bindings angered her: she turned her face to one scientist and growled.

'Open it.'

He shivered on hearing the rasping voice but obeyed trembling as he loosened the bindings and retreated from her swiftly with a gasp.

Swinging her legs around, Demon rubbed her head with a groan. Without warning, she clutched at her chest screaming. Jack-knifing from the bench, she thrashed on the floor clawing at nothing.

Her head burned, that voice cried aloud in demanding tones blocking out every thought.

'Find me. I need you.'

It was cut off; Demon shook at the sorrow of losing that deep voice.

People backed away, not wanting to feel those hands close on them and crush their life.

Giovanni stood silently over her: he trusted in that strength he saw and with no hesitation gave her an order. Eyes never blinking nor did they leave her face.

'Get up, on your feet.'

Demon shook and kicked on the floor before using the bench to pull herself upright. She locked eyes with Giovanni before asking him quietly:

'Sir, what happened? All I remember was the shock and passing out. Then parts of this lab, what... you,' she pointed to Harrison and he calmly stood forward, 'what happened?'

Serenely he explained in simple terms, eager to gain her co-operation. He was desperate to measure the effects of his drug, despite what Tommy would say this was his moment.

'On examination you looked near to death so I assumed you were of no use.' He paused again, looking to Giovanni for direction. The Boss gave none and so he continued: 'Viper brought you here. I had made a drug that strengthens certain aspects of a subject.'

'What he means is Tommy's...'

Tommy appeared in awe he watched Demon flex her hands slowly watching the gesture amazed.

Giovanni released a pokemon from a pokéball he had in his pocket.

'Azul, give Tommy a full body scan and update.'

The Alakazam nodded focusing on Demon who tingled all over swaying in the grip of another.

'I- I have given you the basic and its booster but... it should have killed you.' Harrison swiped his brow. 'Will you allow me to studying you progress, if you are still in?'

Demon roared with laughter. Harrison tensed standing still, and Viper grinned impressed. She nodded and rolled her shoulders with a yawn.

'I will go back to the room, I need a nap.'

Tommy checked the screen on his computer scanning the data Azul had given him.

'Kai Gunner... Demon. I have only a small amount of this original liquid. I was trying to- make alternative forms of connecting impulses...how did it not poison her blood Azul?'

Azul smiled and winked, Tommy checked the screen frowning seeing another version of his Boss that denied him a straight answer. The pokemon shrugged honestly looking stumped.

'I don't know Sir. Maybe Demon needs to find out.'

Harrison made to object and was stopped by his Boss's direct glare.

'Your training continues tomorrow with those Magikarp.' Giovanni said curtly to Demon who bowed her head.

He turned to Harrison coldly.

'I will make this clear, you interfere with my design again without order and you are finished. This is expensive. Funding is postponed until I see clear results.'

Giovanni left with Archer following. Harrison watched Demon leave possessively: it did not matter, as one subject was enough. One would be enough. It had been enough before, and that was without the aid of drugs.

Archer turned as they exited the elevator seeing Demon holding her side wheezing each time she inhaled. Demon shook her head to him righting herself attempting to stride in her Boss's wake. Archer grabbed her as her frame bent forward and Giovanni span hearing the crash.

'Get her to medical. Now.'

Archer grunted pulling her over his shoulder carrying her as he would a wounded soldier in a fireman's lift. Demon complained loudly squirming to get on to her feet, Giovanni crossed the distance and thwacked the document he had in his right hand across her head.

Demon stopped fighting Archer; she lowered her head on to his shoulder as best she could, crying in broken sobs. Archer moved back into the elevator calling the lift to the second level ignoring the quiet crying, Demon clearly had memories of hospitals.

'Calm down Demon...you'll- you'll be fine. Just-just wait patiently.'

Archer thanked the medical staff who had Demon under sedation; he swiped his bloodied cheek with a wipe wondering why she kicked off as soon as she saw the doctors. She wounds from training had been infected and the drug from what they could tell was helping her mend.

In the light cotton blankets Demon slumbered eyes rolling in her head, he watched the staff mumble together before leaving him with her saluting. It seemed staff equally did not like Demon.

'How much of a hold can the Boss have over you? I just reminded you and you froze...'

Archer drew out a card from his pocket sighing, twirling the leisure pass card in his fingers he left humming in a better mood.

A feline shape slunk through the gap into the room, padding over the dry floor smelling of cleaning fluids. It wrinkled its nose at the clinical smell hanging around Demon before hopping into the chair to look at her.

'Hang in there kid. Da Boss needs ya and so da we. I'll come back later.'

Demon ruffled her hair on waking after a single night on the ward she had discharged herself and come back here. She preferred the dank room to the too clean ward. Padding into the bathroom, she relieved herself and got Harrison his sample. Why he wanted it, she did not care.

Strangely, her vomiting had not come back nor did her body ache.

'Guess that drug worked.'

Washing her face in the cold water and bathing as quickly as possible, she pulled on her gear. All in black Demon walked slowly back into her room where there was already food awaiting her and nearly double the normal amount. Food was another way they controlled her training, they only gave her the bare minimum each day. Such a large breakfast was a welcome surprise.

Wishing she had a partner to share in her strangely given spoils, she noticed she had a visitor.

Persian?

It approached confidently with its tail in the air and sat opposite her, its eyes boring into hers. It raised a paw and dabbed some cream from her desert before licking it delicately off.

'Are you here to take my food, girl?' she joked. Persian shook her head and pointed out a note underneath a bowl of prawns with a single paw stroke.

It read in handwritten text:

'Her name is Neena, she wants her breakfast. Do not delay or she will be upset.'- G

Demon realised who she was now, the same Persian that Giovanni had petted when in his office. Quickly, with extreme politeness, she served the prawns to Neena. Demon even gave a polite bow, laid out a napkin beside the dish and strangely wished she had a flower.

Neena meowed once and bent over the bowl daintily eating her meal while Demon disregarded protocol and shovelled it down. At least she started to, until Neena slapped her with a paw.

Choking on a chunk of crusty bread, Demon retched a few times before drinking to stop herself from being sick. She growled at the Persian who pushed the utensils towards her. The Persian wore a patient yet expectant expression and meowed again to her as if mothering her.

Sighing, unbelieving that she had to take lessons from his cat; Demon took the spoon and slowly ate. She silently swallowed each mouthful until nothing remained.

As she ate, Neena focussed on a small pot of cream. Demon moved it away from her wanting it for desert, she had not had cream in months, causing her to growl and flicked her tail dangerously. Remembering the note, she poured the cream into the bowl, letting Neena lap it up and clean it from her whiskers using her paws like wet hands to mop up ever drop and wash her pretty face.

'Right Magikarp, training time.' She rose and cleared the plates after Neena had finished. 'Are you accompanying me Neena?' she asked swiftly, wanting to know why Neena had decided to grace her with her presence.

'Merow.'

Unsure of what this meant Demon went to leave for the pool. Neena hissed and leapt in front of her, she rubbed against Demon and ran her tail across her hand. Demon rubbed her over before trying to leave again. Neena circled her, pushing her towards the other end of the corridor with her warm fur tickling her skin pleasantly. But Demon shook her off recalling her Boss's orders.

'No Neena, I'll play later.'

Running towards the pool, Demon did not see Neena approach the bend: purring and trilling to someone who stood just out of sight.