This world is pretty far from ideal. A sports league is a luxury, whereas an evolutionary arms race is not. I was wondering how everyone would reacted. Well, I put dark in the summary. Still, there are good things in this world.

Chapter 10: The Life We have

Bubbles walked down the street with a bag of groceries. "Hey Aerie, What are you doing out here? It's your turn to watch Michael. Sandie's with him, I hope." Aerie was sitting on a bench outside a pokecenter all by herself.

"Bubbles, you should know I'm no good at this. Besides, I think I'll just start blaming Michael, then I'll start blaming Pink, then I'll start blaming myself. Remember when I blamed you? I'm just no good. Life really sucks."

Bubbles sat down next to her and pulled out a paper bowl. "I thought it would be a good day for ice cream. Maybe this will cheer you up. Do you like chocolate?"

"It's okay," Aerie said as she took her bowl.

"Just okay? It's chocolate!"

"I would rather have something unique to take my mind off of things," Aerie said.

"You're doing okay. Sandie is doing okay with Michael. Hugs work with them." Bubbles said. "And with me."

"Oh, just hugs?" Aerie said. "I would have thought you two would have fucked by now"

"What!? It's-well-Aerie! It's not so simple!"

"It's really a big deal with you, isn't it? I am a bit surprised nothing already happens. You clearly love each other. It's not what I expected a trainer or their domestics to act."

"Well, wild moemon tend to get an exaggerated impression of how it happens. Besides, it's not like I don't want it to happen. It's just I've not been very good with trusting people"

"Trisda! Come over here," Douglas called from the apartment's balcony. "You can smell the ocean from here!"

Trisda walk over to where her new master was standing. His eyes were brightly staring at the sunset while leaning over the railing.

"Yes, it is a nice place." Trisda said. She looked at the sun. "This is actually the latest sunset I've ever seen in my life. I guess it would also be the slowest. It's sort of romantic." Sunsets were supposed to be romantic.

"Is that all?" Douglas asked.

"What do you mean. Yes, it's romantic."

"Yes, I guess it is in a way. I tilted the world's axis just for this moment." He elbowed Trisda's arm. "Trisda, I've known you for a week. I think I realize you're a math geek. I would expect a love-struck girl to mention the pretty colors before the trajectory of the sun."

"Yeah, it does look nice." Trisda said. "With all the pink and the orange and the, um, other colors."

"Well, I guess you haven't taken any art classes, have you?" Dougla left the railing to return inside. Trisda followed and was handed his jacket. "Take care of this, please. Speaking of coat hangers, Trisda means thirteen, doesn't it? You were given a number for a name? Wouldn't you rather be called Clorisa?"

"It's not just a number. It's just a holdover from the past. I guess it remained popular as a name after they stopped the practice of numbering moemon." Trisda paused while Douglas took off his shirt. This totally caught her off guard. She tried to get a good look at his front, which looked hard, although not sculpted like a model's.

Without even looking at her, he unbuttoned his pants. Trisda didn't expect this. She was not ready for something like this. She hadn't known him for long. He pulled down his pants, revealing red boxers. Trisda dropped the coat. She wasn't sure what exactly she was expected to do at the point, but she knew she wasn't ready. She saw the door. She ran out into the hotel hallway, dizzy from the heavy breathing.

She ran down the hallway to the elevator. "What am I doing?" She asked herself outloud. She sat on a couch nearby. She didn't need to run away. She could just talk it over. Should should have just said something. Maybe he just wanted to hang out in underwear. That wasn't that bad, was it? She wasn't sure how she felt about ever that. She pulled at her collar and looked down her shirt. Was she okay with Douglas seeing this and her panties? She let go of her shirt and cross her legs. It would surely be a hard step to make, but she knows that it would make her happy. And if it was something more, what then?

"Trisda," Douglas said. "What's wrong?" Trisia looked at her master. He was dressed in his red and black striped pajamas. "Were you not ready to see my boxers? You're nearly seventeen. I thought you'd be okay with boxers."

"Um, I'm okay with seeing you in your underwear. I just wasn't sure what to do." Trisda said with questioning inflection.

"What do you mean? I was just getting in my pajamas."

It finally hit Trisda. She wasn't supposed to anything. "So, you just got undressed in front of me because it was convenient?"

Douglas sat down next to her. "Trisda, you're my moemon, so we have to live together. Did you think I was trying to get fresh with ya? It's really no big deal and I wasn't expecting anything.."

"Well, we haven't kissed yet. I just thought, maybe, you would expect me to get into my underwear, and then you would put on corny music, and then I wouldn't know what to do."

"And in your underwear, you couldn't bale on me like this. You know, you can say what you want and I'll listen."

"I should know you're better than that." Trisda said.

"Don't worry, Trisda. I'll make sure your first kiss is perfect. It won't be in your underwear."

"But, I wouldn't mind that. I like the breeze."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind."

Sandie was warm. She was always warm. She was warming up Michael's back for quite a while. Michael decided that her back muscles felt good enough. He turned around and hugged Sandie. She made a cooing sound as he squeezed her. There was no need for words.

She felt different this time. She felt more curved. He opened his eyes to make sure she hadn't changed shape. Her back and tails looked the same. He touched her tails. They were hot, but not enough to burn right away. He looked at her waist. It looked the same as always. He felt compelled to touch it, so he grabbed it.

Sandie wiggled up to get more comfortable. There was nothing to complain about, it felt right. He used his other hand to move her tails. Her butt was nice to look at, and so he reached for it.

It seemed only now to occur to Michael that this was a very finely formed woman. Before he grabbed further, he jumped off the bed and backed away from the red-headed woman.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up to face Michael.

"I don't think I've been entirely honest with you." Michael said.

"Really, about what?" Sandie replied as if not really expecting an answer.

Michael really didn't do anything dishonest now that he thought about it. It's just how he felt.

Sandie spoke sweetly to him. "Bubbles said you would come around like this. I've been noticing that the cute charm has been wearing off for the last couple of hours."

"Cute charm? You mean, Pinkie's ability?"

"Yes. We knew it would be hard on you. You haven't been in your right mind the entire time I've known you."

"You could tell? How did you know it was wearing off?"

"Um, blood flow?" Sandie said.

Michael put his hands over his crotch. "That's not right, Sandie."

"You were just snuggling me,it's. no big deal. Just get over here. Snuggle time isn't over yet."

Michael sat closer to the attractive girl. He got closer and sat hip to hip with the girl. They put their arms around each other and they fell back onto the bed.

Michael spoke "So, the right mind? I haven't been myself. No, I think I have been myself. It's still my fault."

"Michael, what happened in the gym was a freak accident. It's not your fault, and it's not Pink's fault for taking advantage of you." Sandie's voice suddenly quivered. "It's a dangerous world."

"Did her death mean that much to you?" Michael asked

Sandie rolled over onto Micheal. "No. It's odd, her being here, then her not being here. We never really talked. It's just very unnerving. It may seem selfish, but I'm more worried about myself. I don't want to die."

"Sandie. I'm sorry. I never considered the fear you must be feeling. I should have been feeling some of it myself. I guess I haven't been myself. I can't deny it's still been me this entire time. This must be what drugs feel like."

"It's an artificial love, so it is like a drug. Even your libido is distorted."

"Wow, you're smarter than I give you credit for."

"Well, Bubbles did explain a lot of it to me."

The door opened. It could only be one person: Bubbles. Michael bolted upright as his heart seized control of his body.

Bubbles looked back to him, smiling back.

Michael let go of Sandie and hugged Bubbles. She hugged him back with her free hand. "I see you've gotten better." Bubbles said.

"Bubbles, I'm so lucky to have you. You're my favorite person in the world. Even the cute charm couldn't made forget."

"I know you love me, even through the cute charm." Bubbles said. "I'm so happy you feel the same way."

They kissed. It felt so wonderful. He was now at a high unknown to him. It was even better than the last time.

"Is that ice cream?" Sandie asked.

"Yes," Bubbles said.

"Okay. You two can have snuggle time. Do you want me to serve you two?"

Bubbles and Michael looked at each other. Michael made the decision. "No thanks. I just need Bubbles right now."

The two walked to the bed and laid down. The held each other tightly. Michael saw her ass. His hand slowly hovered above her athletic shorts and grabbed her butt, expecting to feel some sort of regret. He was now holding her round rear. It felt totally right and good to do so, both in his hand, as well as downstairs.

"Bubbles," he said.

"Michael?" she sweetly responded.

"I feel pretty good right now. I haven't really felt this okay with somebody before. It feels... amazing."

"I know. I like the feeling too." She brought her lips to his..

Ghosts are dead from another age. There is not a lot known about them, and most seem clueless themselves about their past lives. There are some that are from other Earths, and there aren't nearly enough to account for most dead. The ghastly family can only be killed in the same method that they died last, and most seem aware of the way in which they died. They are not fond of sharing the method, as expected. It is not known what happens after they die, but most of them seem to count this as their very last life.

Legendaries are unique moemon that seem immune to aging, and they all seem to be older than any form of literature. Only recently have pokeballs been developed that stand the slightest chance of capture, and it's not even known if they can even affect the greater legendaries such as Rayquaza and Dialga.

They are also very hard to kill. In addition, they seems to be a curse that the killers would take on. About three centuries ago, Raikou, Suicune, and Entei were ambushed in the brass tower with crossbows. Raikou, who was the main target, was killed instantly with bolt through his temples. Suicune died in battle with a bolt through the heart, and Entei died from blood loss. Suicune was fighting to take out as many of the attackers as she could, while Entei was only trying to save himself and Suicune before attempting to flee.

Most of the ambushers who survived the event had their families die of a bloody disease before they themselves died. The assassins killed by Suicune and Entei had their families spared.

Months later, the brass towers went down in a massive conflagration, and the three moemon reappeared alive. Although completely unscathed after the incident, Entei and Suicune seemed to stop all correspondence with Raikou after calamity.