Okay, so normally i leave all my blah blah writing and crap for the bottom so you can skip it if you like. But first; disclaimers. Rebirth is the original idea of srgeman; from his story A Little Night Music. If you haven't read it, seriously; drop this story and read his. It's amazing. That's the story that inspired me to give writing a shot. Oh; and for all those idiots who didn't know; i do not own Pokemon. Nor will i ever own Pokemon. I'm a simple farmgirl from Missouri and the coolest thing i own is a new iPod nano. Now; enjoy the chapter (:

Chapter Eleven

The Feeling is Mutual

Kelly-

I know I promised we'd come back and bring you the requested items; but I don't particularly feel comfortable traveling through the shady part of town with my little brother. So; I sent Chipper. (As you can see) The sack he's carrying has everything in it. He's nervous about his trip; so please be kind to him and praise him a lot. We'll be there early in the morning. I hope you understand.

Raina

Kelly refolded the note slowly and carefully looked up at the hovering pelican-like bird.

"So… Chipper. Forgive me?"

The nasty glare shot her way, coupled with the Water Gun that followed let Kelly know that she was so not forgiven. She looked at her clothes that were covered in soggy-wet vomit and sighed.

Leave it to the Hoenn government to discover a move that involves barf.

Wes was trying so, so hard not to laugh for two reasons. One; it wasn't nice. Two; it fucking hurt! He failed terribly and began laughing and gasping at the same time. Grace thumped him upside the head with a scarlet paw and put him out of his misery.

"Thanks Grace… I think."

"So… thanks for bringing the note and the stuff," continued Kelly; ever determined to be forgiven.

The Pelipper simply took off; flying as far away as he could from the broken boy, pissy Vulpix, battle-ready Nidorina and Kadabra, and apologetic (if not somewhat sticky) girl.

"You know… it's ironic his name is Chipper. I thought for a moment there he might swallow your head."

Kelly ignored him as she looked through the bag Raina had sent. She had become quite good at that. She gave Wes two aspirin and restrained him as she removed her scarf and replaced the torn jacket strips with proper gauze.

"Now what?" asked Wes as Kelly sat down and sighed.

"Now; you look away while I change into my spare clothes."

Wes grinned. "And how will you make me?"

She crawled to her feet, and then raised her right foot over his side.

"Gosh! Okay, fine you psychotic wench!" She smiled and stood on two feet once again.

"That's better. Now, if you'll excuse me…"

He covered his eyes, but watched through the cracks. Kelly caught him, though, and moved into the shadows.

"Not even in your dreams, fire crotch!" she called over her bare shoulder.

Wes was fine with that. He didn't need to see her naked. He just liked messing with her- making her mad. She was funny. Way better than Kanto girls.

Maybe it's the cooler air, he wondered, as he recalled his Pokemon for the night.

She came back dressed in an outfit identical to the first. (Minus the pelican vomit)

"What time is it?" asked Kelly through a yawn.

"It's a little painful to move right now. Mind checking my Poketch for me?" he asked sarcastically.

Kelly lifted his arm and announced it was a little after midnight. She grabbed her bedroll out of her trainer's bag and had just laid down when Wes shot another question her way.

"Why don't you have a Poketch?"

"I don't have much money. Can't afford one," mumbled Kelly; not wanting to discuss it.

"Do you even want one?" asked Wes- pushing the topic even further.

"Of course I want one! But even f I could afford one… I wouldn't be able to get the blue one. The pink one looks retarded." She chuckled softly. "So in other words; I'm destined to not be happy in that subject."

Wes was thoughtfully quiet. Their conversation dwindled down, and soon, they both fell asleep.

"I see it! I see it! There's the warehouse!"

I had never felt so giddy. Kenya and I ran in equal excitement and leaped into the open arms of Kelly. She had been expecting us.

"Hey guys! Where's Claire?"

"I'm coming, damnit!" panted the Charmander from behind us.

It was 8:00 in the morning. I had gone almost twelve hours without her. And let me tell you, dear reader, it was hell. I curled up in Kelly's arms as she and Raina made arrangements to have the boy, erm, Wes, moved to the Jubilife Medical Center. He agreed to tell the doctors he was attacked by a gang so as not to rat out the officers. Yet.

We called the hospital and they sent an ambulance to pick him up. I never realized how cramped they were. But the nurse inside was really nice.

"We'll take good care of him," she reassured me; though I didn't particularly care.

Not that I'm a bastard; it was just because I didn't know him and never thought I'd see him again.

"Would you like me to contact your family, honey?" She asked him as she inspected his fractured ribs. He winced as she prodded them.

"I don't have a family," he murmured. Kelly raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Sucks for you, bud. Who's gonna pay the fucking bill for ya, then?" yelled Shelley. Her eyes glinted from the sunlight streaming in the roof window.

As if he read her mind, Wes piped up, "I can pay for my treatment, though. I have… some money." He grinned slyly and I growled. I didn't like that guy.

We arrived at the hospital fairly quickly. When he was settled into his room, the nurse left us alone. Raina and Greg went down to the cafeteria. Kenya went with them; fascinated with the escalators. She thoroughly enjoyed running up the down one as fast as she could. Energetic little bitch. Maybe she'd get tired. Or, even better. Maybe she'd get her tail stuck.

Grinning to myself, I flopped down next to Claire and Shelley. I was really starting to get along with them well; once you got past the schizophrenia and moodiness. Speaking of schizophrenia, Shelley was in a good mood.

"It seems your trainer likes that Wes guy pretty well," she commented.

"He seems nice. Maybe he'll travel with us!"

"Bad idea!" me and Claire shouted in unison.

"He actually seems sane, Shelley. Anyone who travels with us is doomed to become crazy. Absolutely friggin insane," explained Claire.

"Actually… I just think he looks like an ass." They both glared at me, and I shrugged as well as a Poochyena can. "What? His attitude screams 'prick'."

I got a mouthful of lizard tail. "You're one to talk, Shadow."

Next thing I know, there's a flash of pinkish light and the Vulpix from the ice cream parlour was staring at me face-to-face.

"Why don't you get to know Kelly's Pokemon, Grace?" called Wes's voice from beyond the bed.

She shot her trainer a death look, before walking to the opposite side of the room and flopping down.

"… Well she certainly seems pleasant," grumbled Claire.

"Well you're one to talk, Cla- ouch!" For the record; Charmander tails hurt.

"Would you stop it you two!" shouted Shelley. "I'm going down to make sure Kenya doesn't get stuck in the escalator. Man; I can't stand being around you two sometimes!" She sighed exasperatedly and walked out into the hall to find Kenya.

Claire and I turned to each other and busted out laughing. After recomposing ourselves, Claire sighed.

"I'm going with her. Maybe Raina will buy us food." She waddled to the door and turned to me. "Coming, asshole?" she teased.

"Nah. Unless they sell bottles of milk; I'm pretty much screwed in the food department. Bitch." She shook her head slowly.

"Suit yourself, Poochy."

I winced. That cut deep. Why couldn't she have just called me a prick? But before I could shoot back a nasty comeback; she was out the door. Kelly was sitting on the edge of the bed, talking to him. I bristled. How I hated that guy. I was interrupted from my hate rant, however, when a smooth voice startled me.

"Wow; you're trainer looks like she's a pretty big whore." I whirled to see the Vulpix (Grace, was it?) sitting in front of me; licking her extended paw like a cat.

"Excuse me?" I snarled.

She paused from her grooming long enough to shoot me a nasty look.

"Look wolf-boy; I have my reasons for thinking she's a hoe. Get your trainer to leave Wes the fuck alone or I'll torch her," she snarled.

I avoided her eyes. I was sure they would make me shrink away; an involuntary reaction.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure your trainer isn't exactly a friggin saint," I snorted.

She growled.

"I want him gone too. And believe me, little Vulpix; I have better reasons than you to want him to get the fuck away from her."

"So we share the same goal, don't we, assmunch?" she hissed.

"Yeah, wench. Guess we do."

She snarled and her eyes bore into mine; our gaze locking for an instant in time. Suddenly; her liquid brown eyes faded out and a new scene was born.

I saw a young girl of about 18 walking down the street. Actually, more or less, she limped. I could see braces around her ankles; and she had a walker. She was terribly frail. Out of nowhere, a man walked up behind her. She didn't seem to notice. He swiftly grabbed her walker and threw it; ensuring she couldn't get away. Then; he dragged her down an alley. I tried to close my eyes and cover my ears; but I was frozen, forced to watch as he mercilessly raped her. She was sobbing quietly; begging him to stop. When he finished his silent crime, he pulled a knife out; and slit her throat. She let out a silent scream, before going totally limp. He wiped his brow with the back of his sleeve, before standing up and walking away; never looking back…

I was sobbing by time the vision stopped. When I looked up, I could see that Grace was panting and a bit teary as well. Oh hell. I knew what this meant.

We looked at one another with renewed respect, and said in unison,

"You're a reborn."

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