(This is kind of short; updating fast as possible, sorry! P.S. Here's a fucking secret: I DON'T OWN POKEMON. No SHIT.)

I waved a hand in the air. "Yeah yeah, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, life is short, so PARTY WE MUST!!" So it went. Cake, food, and... Crash was currently hanging up a piñata. Seeing this, Harley screamed, "NO!"

After causing everyone to jump out of their skin, Harley shrieked, "Piñatas promote violence against flamboyant animals!!" I giggled. Grabbing a knife, I stabbed the piñata viciously. When I looked up, hair in my eyes, everyone was staring. Remembering something, I grinned.

"It said something about my momma." Harley looked confused. "I thought you hated her." I sighed. "Slang, dear." "What?" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Never mind." As we danced and ate into the night, I snuck into Harley's room, and opened his closet. I was rather surprised when I saw some slightly fashionable clothes in his closet.

At least by my standards. I grinned. Grabbing his bag, I got rid of all his clothes, except the Cacturne outfit (I did rather like it), and shoved them in. And then I had an idea. A wonderfully awful idea. I searched through my bag. Grinning, I held up my prize.

Hey, a prostitute's gotta have a few condoms here and there. Jackass father did something right for once. I wrote a note, "Love, mom", apologized to Sarah in my head, and shoved it in there. Giggling, I returned to the festivities.

The next morning, Happy Hangover Hour was about to begin. "Owww... my head..." I groaned. I pulled myself off of the couch, and woke up Harley. "Huh? Lucy?" I checked. "Pants on... okay, good! We didn't do anything!" He glared at me, and got up.

"Dresden!" The Umbreon bounded down, our bags on his back. "Alright, let's go." Sarah had ordered them to stay together until at least one of their pokemon evolved. But Crash wanted to explore the option of being a Coordinator... so as we prepared to leave on Zero, she stopped us.

"Guys, wait! Can I come with you?" She yelled. I thought. "I'm good. Harley?" He shrugged. May and Drew seemed okay with it too, so I gave Crash a hand up onto Zero. "Okay, Zero! To, um... Lavaridge!" Since he had come from FireRed, I assumed he wouldn't know where that was. But he sped off before I could figure out this.

I clutched Sophonax in terror, as we sped through Mauville, Fallabor, and finally sprinting to Lavaridge. This entire trip took about an hour. I slid off Zero, my legs feeling like jelly.

"Zero Airlines rides again." I muttered. As we walked through the Contest Hall, May waved to a bunch of people she knew, and we watched her yell names out with an air of amusement.

But then she stopped short. I followed her gaze to the boy we loved to hate, Ash Ketchum. And that girly-girl tweeny-bitch, Dawn. She stiffened. Ash saw her, and ran over.

"Oh, hey May! What's up?" Haushinka muttered to me, "This boy's voice is a cheese grater for the ears." I giggled. Ash introduced Dawn, whom I already knew.

"And we're gonna be in the Contest!" He finished, pulling Dawn to his shoulder. I cracked my knuckles, grinning madly. As we walked to register Crash and ourselves, I laughed. "Both of them are so dead." Everyone inched away at my words.

As Crash got her Coordinator license, I told Haushinka, "This time, we're gonna try a loop-the-loop. When I fall, grab me, complete the thing, and then do a figure eight." She shook her head.

"Dragon Dance." I thought. "I guess... can you do it with a human?" She nodded. "Right then, it'll work." That settled, I sat down and played tarot. I had illustrated my own cards, and blessed them. They had never lied to me, and considering the situation I was in, I kinda needed them.

Shuffling my deck, I set them out, ignoring everyone's stares. I picked up the first one. "Ankh. Death and Birth." That made sense. I drew the next card. "Lucy, what—" May nudged Max. "Sssh!" I pulled it. I blanched. "Lucy?" Harley asked me. Fingers trembling, I showed him the card.

"Ares. War and Destruction." I set it with the Ankh. I drew the third card. "Gaia. World." I put that down. Fourth one now.

"Persephone. Daughter." I drew the last card in the row. "Yin-Yang. Half." I blinked. "I don't know what on earth this means. But the cards cannot lie. So they're trying to tell us something."

"But what?" Drew asked. I shrugged. "No clue. But it has to be important." As we separated to get dressed, I thought of Hoenn's plot. I stopped short.

"Fucknuggets!" I swore. I really, really hoped it wouldn't work out that way. But I couldn't think. Crash was tugging on my arms, yelling something about helping her dress.

I couldn't help but worry. As I helped her into a neat black dress, she asked me, "Did those cards say we were gonna die?" She looked so solemn for a ten-year-old. I hugged her.

"No, we won't. I promise." I got dressed, as well; I wore a tight black tee with 'Bite Me' and Rocky Horror Picture Show Lips on it, and a pair of my black jeans with the Misfits logo on the ass. I figured no one would know what it was, but it was still cool. Pulling on a pair of gloves, I went and found May and Crash.

Scourge sat at her side proudly, head held high. In two day's time, there had been such a change in him. He used to be so skittish. And now he looked awe-inspiring. I nodded to the others, and we stepped out into the arena, tarot forgotten.

For now. The universe works in mysterious ways...

I was lucky enough to get sucked into her comings and goings. Yay me.