Ice Cold:
After seeing the results of her determination, Mewtwo-sensei had decided to do a majority of Aura Training for Keiko while her aura had surfaced at such a peak. Roga was told to train with them, and after the three found a proper spot underneath a mountain, the troupe that followed them created a long-term campsite by some of the foot hills.
Hiro, not wanting his apprentices to fall behind, began to train the heck out of the Pokemon he over saw. He made them job around the mountain, spar with each-other, and do pity errands to keep the camp well.
Days of this extensive work passed, and after the fifth day, they each had enough. A blood-pumping run had the feet of the Pokemon plopping with each step.
"I....think....we're done..." Zangoose-kun said as he clumsily fell back into a tree. "Hopefully...." sighed his friend, Linoone. The raccoon-Pokemon clawed his was next to the white mongoose and dropped himself to the floor, his claws collapsing under him. Both Normal-types sighed and closed their eyes, allowing the pain of their workout to sweep over them.
"That was quite hard..." Roserade panted, holding herself up by the tree Zangoose was up against. She didn't stay so pitiful for long, for soon after her words left her mouth, the familiar, ice-cold touch crawled its way from her elbows to her spine. She blinked, slightly embarrassed, before looking back to see Yoru propping her up. His blood-red eyes reflected back into her's, a tinge of worry in them.
"He hasn't over-worked you all, has he?" soothed the Weavile, the question obviously not directed to the group, but to the one in his arms. Roserade sighed a flat laugh, "I'm fine, Yoru. It's just training as usual." she replied.
The worry hadn't left his eyes, but it did mix with some other emotion that the flower-Pokemon could not pick out. Yoru closed his eyes and drew Roserade closer for a moment, only to then let go of her the next as he began to walk away. "I'll be back." he called, still facing forward. Suddenly, though, he looked behind him and directed his words to the Grass-Type of the three.
"Don't follow me." he hissed.
Roserade, startled by Yoru's tone, stood still for a moment and watched the Weavile continue out of sight.
"What's his issue?" Linoone said, breaking the silence. Zangoose grunted, "I think I know." The raccoon-Pokemon turned his head lazily to his friend in curiosity. The white-Pokemon responded,
"Yoru-san's been leaving at the dead of night like this for the past few days we've been here. He gets up from his bedding, looks about, and then rushes off into the darkness." "How would you know that?" Linoone butted in. Zangoose-kun turned to look at him, "I'm a light-sleeper, you should know that from that one time you woke me." Linoone flinched and allowed Zangoose to continue.,
"My guess is, is that he's going off for training, but..." he shook his head, "After what he just said, I'm starting to wonder..."
Roserade turned to Zangoose, a questioning look on her face, "Wonder what?" she inquired.
The white-mongoose shrugged, "I'm not sure..." Linoone pipped, "Maybe he's going off to cry because he disliked the training more than we do!" this, rightfully gained the Normal-Type a swipe over his ears. However, Zangoose-kun's answer worried Roserade slightly inside.
'He seemed really determined to keep me away...I've never seen Yoru like that before...' she closed her eyes and drew her flower-hands towards herself, 'Should I worry?'
"Roserade-san." Zangoose said to the Flower-Pokemon, "If I were you, I would put that training to good use and follow Yoru-san. Find out what he's been doing and then report back to us."
The Grass-type opened her eyes and looked at Zangoose with a nod, she then turned to where her protector, her friend, where Yoru had gone, following the path to where he resided.
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Time seemed to pass by slow, a nerve-racking slow that made Roserade shiver. Trees passed, and half the sky changed to a light-peach color. She tracked on, worried thoughts clouding her mind from anything other than the one she loved.
Her efforts eventually paid off. A shadow, a foot-print, and a view-point reviled him to her. There Yoru was, wandering to some destination set in his mind. Roserade watched, perched on a tree branch and hidden from sight.
He wandered into a cave, the darkness engulfing him as if it were a monster. She waited for a minute, before exiting from her comfortable spot and stealthily entering her way into the cavern as well. All seemed too quiet, too dank to be real.
Then, it happened. A loud bark emitted from the back of the cave, and soon, so did flames and ice. Roserade jumped, both inside and outside. She quickly hooked her vines to a rock-outcrop nearby, using her free arm to send an attack back at her new-found enemies.
A sudden call startled Roserade even more. "Hold back, men! This is not an enemy!"
With the call, the one the Grass-Type had been following showed himself out of the shadows. "Well..." he said darkly, his eyes glaring into her's. Two, evil-ish-looking Houdoom stood next to Yoru, growling protectively. "Has your curiosity been filled?...."
