So. Please people, review? I reeeaaallly, seriously appreciate anything at all you guys want to tell me, even if twelve other people have said it. I'll even accept flames... if they have a point to them.

P.S. I was wondering if you all were wondering about where Austin, Lily, and Jay's characters come from. It sounds kind of lame, I know, but these three have at least two years of thought and random stories before Connections came along. If you guys want to know more about their characters, go and vote on the poll on my profile. PLEASE?

Chapter Nine

Claire

"You promised me some answers," Carol says as we near my house. Tyler trails a few feet behind us, waiting for my answer, secretly just as eager as Carol. I wondered if he had told his friends or not. Maybe he would tell them the "Claire way," as he'd say.

"Yeah. I know. Well, I'm a pokemon morph," I say. When she doesn't respond, I don't dare meet her eyes. There's a tiny thought in the back of my mind that may have saved our friendship: prove it to her.

So I do.

I think hard, picturing myself as and willing myself to be a leafon, as my father had told me to do. It works. Carol gasps as the white light reveals me as a foot-tall cat thing with plants as my ears and tail and green sprouting out of my body.

"I believe you now," she says. I still didn't want to see her face. Thanks to my leafeon ears, I did hear Tyler tip-toe over and whisper something to Carol, who spoke again: "Now let's go home and make some popcorn so we can watch your parents fight on the roof."

I turn back into a human and search Carol's face. "Nothing... has changed?"

"Of course not. You're still my best friend, your parents are still weird, and I still sometimes think your brother is stalking us because he always walks six feet away," Carol says, and I laugh. Tyler smirks a little. He always looks so much like my dad when he smirks.

"Okay, then! What are we waiting for?" I ask. We start running, but, ten feet from my front door, I remember something important. "Carol, I know what happened to Jacey and her brother, Blake."

"What happened?" she asks.

"Their parents are apparently legendary pokemon who were kidnapped. They were on the run from some evil bastards but now they're living with us," I explain quickly.

"Somehow, that actually seems possible," Carol shrugs.

"Oh, you should know: my uncle's a mew; my dad's a lucario; my mom's a latias; and there's two eight-year-olds living in m house who are apparently legendary pokemon, one of which is sick or something," I tell Carol next. "Just so you know."

Carol laughs. "Can't wait to meet them!"

And so we walk the last block and look on the roof. Instead of my parents fighting there sat my ten-year-old uncle and his eight-year-old friend.

"Oh, yeah, and my uncle can turn into a ten-year-old," I alert her as she stares.

"Uncle Jay, we have company," Tyler says. Uncle Jay and Jaeson, of course, don't respond. They just continue to sit on my roof cross-legged with their hands, palms-up, on their knees and their eyes closed.

The front door opens and my father steps out. He notices Tyler, Carol, and I, then Jay and Jaeson. Then he looks at me. "I'm seriously going to hope you told her."

"I did on the way here," I tell him.

"Good," he responds. "Now I must wake up your uncle from his meditation."

"Why?" I wonder.

"His girlfriend's calling," he explains.

"Is it true you're a lucario?" Carol asks randomly.

"Yes, it is," he answers, then turns to the roof. "Jay. Jay. Jay!"

"What about Jaeson?" I ask.

"He can stay up there until the neighbors notice," my dad says, smirking. "JAY!" he yells, but instead of Jay's eyes springing open, Jaeson's do. He falls off the roof and lands with a thud on the ground.

"Damn," Jaeson swears as he gets up. My uncle then silently lands on the ground next to him.

"Man, you have one foul mouth for an eight-year-old," my dad observes. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he mutters. "How's Destiny?"

"She's good," my uncle smiles. "Lily's playing with her."

"How do you know that?" I demand.

"Mews can use aura, too Claire," Uncle Jay tells me. "Hi, Carol."

"Hi, Uncle Jay. You're really a mew?" Carol wonders.

"That's right," he tells her. His eyes go to the door right before Jacey appears on the scene.

"Hi," she says, walking over. She looks to Jaeson. "Nice bruise." She then smiles and yells to her brother, who is walking over. "Ha! You owe me five bucks! I told you one of them would fall off the roof!"

"I didn't mean that seriously!" Blake protests.

"Whatever. Hand it over," Jacey demands, holding out her hand.

Blake makes a face and makes a flicking motion. Black smoke blows up in Jacey's face. Then she gets mad and snaps her fingers, and a green light explodes beneath Blake's feet.

"Ow!" he claims, falling onto the ground. "That hurt!"

"And blowing antimatter smoke in my face doesn't?" she snaps.

"You inherited your father's powers?" Uncle Jay asks. "Are you legendary morphs?"

"No. I'm an umbreon and he's a poochyena," Jacey says. "But yes, we inherited our father's powers."

"No, a mightyena!" Blake corrects.

"When did you evolve?" Jacey prompts.

"Yesterday when you were at the mall," Blake says.

And so they continue to argue while we all decide to go inside and call Marissa back.


I've seen quite a few people talk to their characters. I'm going to try it! Ready?

R: Austin!

A: What? Jay?

R: No.

A: Jaeson? Man, you're sounding girly today!

R: Wrong.

A: Palkia?

R: Nope.

A: Who the hell is talking to me?

R: The author.

A: Who? 0.0

R: The author! Your creator! Rikkilucario7!

A: I was wondering when you'd start talking to us.

R: You were?

A: Nope! I didn't know it was possible until now.

R: Wow.

A: Hey! People! Go vote on the pole! I'm kind of interested on where I came from...

R: You started with a pokemon figure sometime in 2009 or something. IDK.

A: ID what?

R: IDK! I don't know.

A: *Smirks* You don't know? Then why would you use it?

R: Ooooh, this is going to get bad really fast.

To be continued...