(More Tristan development! I promise more of that next chapter. Anyways, updates will come faster, but M rating is going up probably next chapter or the one after that. So, just a warning. Okay, I don't own. Sorry if this isn't my best at parts; I had to switch POV's a lot, and the ending was a bitch to write. Anyways, I don't own.)

Tristan went back to his room with blood on his hands.

Houndoom, Weavile, and Ivysaur had all come out to support him; Ivysaur had already gone ahead to turn the shower on in his small section of the New Order Headquarters, and Houndoom pressed his flank against Tristan's leg. Weavile chattered away in his own language, but Tristan was silent.

The woman had had a daughter. Artificial insemination, before it was illegal. They'd brought her in to watch the execution, and watched as her mother's /What had the judge called it? A cunt, yes, that was the term, vile, disgusting term for something deemed vile and disgusting?, was ripped apart, and he did it. He'd brought the knife down, and ripped her open, and she was made even less than a woman, watched the blood spurt down her legs, and still—

The mother reached out to her child. "Don't hurt her." Her last words before slouching down dead, blood still pooling out underneath her. Both judge and Tristan waited for the girl's reaction. She stared at them all, and with a cold fury in her voice, she said,

"She died as she lived. She died for love." Her tone dropped an octave. "She died for love." The girl repeated her words, sounding them off the stone walls. "Her conviction killed her. So fuck fear." As Tristan did what he was told, and leveled the gun on her, she said,

"I have nothing to fear."

Bang.

Do you know the walls talk? Do you want to listen? Listen, and you can hear all the noise, noise, noise...

He shivered, even though by this point he was in the shower, under the warm wet water, and it was so much like blood /the water was turning red, almost pink, but not pink, that was too queer/, and he heard screaming. It was a tortured, keening, pleading scream and it took a few minutes for him to realize he was the one screaming.

He rushed out of the shower, dripping wet, and stared in the mirror. He could still hear the noise, and he could still feel the blood.

The noise was too much. And it was times like this when he wondered why he didn't just buy earplugs.

I blinked at the bits of light leaking through the tunnel. "Roxie, are we there yet?" I cried, trying frantically to get through to find Anna. She nodded.

"Another ten minutes, and we'll be right in Celadon. The tunnel opens up near the Pokemon Mansion—that's where all the parties are." She looked at me, and her gaze sent me into shivers. Her eyes were exactly the same color as mine, as—

Roger's. But it couldn't be.

"Would you like to go with me? It'd be nice to go with someone to a party. C'mon, it'll be fun." She offered, giving me a hand over a cropping of rocks. I blinked. Grimwald nodded at me, and I sighed. Well, it's not like I just had to march in and grab the badge, right?

"Yes, I'll go with you." She clapped her hands. "Fantastic!" We walked on in silence for a bit longer, with the whisper of Zubat wings our only reprieve from the silence. Goddamnit, it was too quiet.

I kept going forward, and finally, I saw the end of the tunnel. I sighed. "Thank god. Let's go, Roxie." She followed me obediently, and for just a second, I thought I saw her hair ride up and a bit of dark brown show underneath.

She didn't notice, and kept on going, until we reached the mouth of the cave. Celadon City loomed before us, a bustling place filled with many different people. I scanned the crowd, but no sign of Anna or Akira; and Silver, Gold, and Opal were gone too, come to think of it... frick! Where was everyone, anyways?

Roxie beckoned me forward, and so I followed, concerned, but sure they would be alright.

"Dammit! That's the fifth fucking Geodude I've tripped over! This is annoying as hell!" Gold whined, reverting to spoiled brat mode. Silver sighed, and tried not to slap his boyfriend. Tempting though it was, it wouldn't solve anything right now.

Opal had gone ahead, Amai still at his side, trying to psychically sense the exit. Obviously, their luck was zilch. Silver sighed, and kept moving forward. Explotaro lit the way, but in the eerie light, it was both hard to see and creepy.

Silver sighed. Olivia was probably either lost forever, or in Celadon. He prayed for the latter, since the former would require him to stay in this damned cave longer than necessary. And come to think of it, Anna better not be irretrievably lost, too.

As Opal checked the map, he let out a sigh of relief. "According to the map, we're almost in Celadon. We'll be there by nightfall." Silver groaned in happiness, and felt the familiar heavy weight of Gold slouch against his shoulders. "Piggyback." He grunted, latching his legs around Silver, who stumbled from the weight.

"You're an ass, you know that?" He complained, but Gold merely smiled. "You like it." He snickered, leaning his head down on Silver's shoulder. Opal merely watched with amusement, and even as Silver fumed, he had to admit, yes, he liked it when Gold was a brat; it made him remember why he loved the hothead so much.

Anna leaned forward, and stumbled into Celadon. She immediately fumbled for a bottle of water, and slugged it down quickly, looking around. Hell, she shouldn't have run off. Or yelled at Akira, to be honest. She'd make it up to him, she swore. Guilty as she felt, she couldn't help but enjoy Celadon.

The high-rise buildings loomed over the small-by-comparison Game Corner, which now had a New Order League Seal of Family Friendly Approval sticker on all their windows. Anna rolled her eyes. Last time she came, Celadon was far from family-friendly.

In fact, she saw a drug dealer peddling ground Stantler horns already. She sighed. Another wonderful thing from Johto, aside from her maniacal friend Livid. The Stantler's ability to produce hallucinations and contentment came from their antlers, so people sawed them off and ground them to be snorted like cocaine; it was the equivalent of taking LSD and Ecstasy at the same time, which made it incredibly popular.

Anna went back to searching for Akira, and found nothing. She swore. Fucking hell, there was absolutely no way this was happening. The sun was going down, and she was alone. And being female and alone during the nights of Celadon was basically like signing up for assisted suicide.

"Doll!" Her ears pricked up. "Akira?" She whispered, barely there right now. He was okay. He was okay. She turned around, and right near the Celadon Mansion, there he was.

"Anna!" He screamed, and even though there were people, she didn't care, she rushed towards him anyways. She almost bowled him over. "Never, never, never! I'm so sorry, I'm sorry!"She cried, guilt crashing over her, and before she even realized it, she was crying. Akira shook his head.

"Please don't cry. We were all on edge. I'm sorry too." She nodded. Hugging him tightly, she asked, "Did you see the others?" He shook his head.

"No, but I heard Olivia come in after us. So she should be in Celadon somewhere." Anna nodded, and went to go look for her before Olivia got in any more trouble.

There wasn't much point; I was already pretty much deep in this shit, so it was a nice gesture, but useless.

Roxie had insisted on taking me shopping; she said that my casual plain black skirt and pink shirt were too boring for a party, and better yet, she was paying for the entire damned thing. Her dad was rich, she said, a banker who lived in Fuchsia.

"Ooh! I like this top, don't you?" She said, holding up a silky magenta top with gold lame trimming. I shrugged, and she took that as a yes, putting it in her basket. I had found a white blouse with a black sash running across it in a zigzag fashion, and with sheer puffed up sleeves. I liked it, but not for a party... oh who cares, get it anyway and stick it in your bag, Roxie's paying.

With her help, I selected a risqué sheer top, with the slim band of purple barely enough to cover my chest. Roxie had giggled while buying it, and after seeing myself in the mirror, I had to agree; I looked like a burlesque girl. So why not be?

With this in mind, I grabbed another skirt, this one a shiningly inky black with the hemline coming to a V, barely enough to cover my navel. The sides were slit so close to my underwear that Roxie cackled, crying, "Heh heh, pink underwear!" Blushing, I agreed that it would be a good idea to buy a thong.

Next came makeup. Roxie seemed to know what she was doing, and selected a bunch of tubes and sticks before ringing it all up. I went to protest, but she turned to me.

"So, to the Pokemon Center. Makeup time!" I winced. This didn't sound good.

When we got there, Roxie disappeared to change, something about being shy around people naked, which struck me as odd somewhat, since she'd walked around with her top off when we were shopping, but...

She came back out again with the magenta-and-gold top on, and a dark burnt gold skirt to complement. She turned to me, and dragged me into the small room, and as I undressed, she babbled on about the important people going to the party. I sighed, and slid on the top quickly, and Roxie went over to adjust it.

I felt a weird warm sensation, and realized I was blushing. I tried to choke out that this was a bit awkward, but I couldn't. With a silent okay, Roxie began taking my skirt off, and I began trying to find my voice a bit more frantically.

She saw my expression, and snickered. "Hold still, I'm trying to help." And with that, she yanked my underwear down as well, and tossed it aside.

I must've been a rich shade of red by this point, but she didn't notice, throwing me the lacy thong, and nodding at me to put it on. After I did so, she tossed me the skirt, and I yanked it on quickly, trying not to act horrified at what had just happened. It was too strange for me to say anything, but...

Shaking my head, I shrugged mentally, and headed out with her as the sound of our high heels clicking in unison reverberated in the hallway.

The night had come to Celadon. And it showed.

The alleys were filled with people, the streets flowed with alcohol, and drugs were on every street corner.

Roxie walked right past all this. But I, slightly twitchy, called out Grimwald. "Liv? Liv, what the hell are we doing in here?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!" He hissed in my ear. I shook my head.

"I don't know. I have to trust Roxie." Grimwald rolled his eyes.

"Sure, let's trust some girl we just met who you think could possibly be your brother in drag, okay, right, how much for a mahogany coffin?" He muttered. I sighed.

"Well, if it is my brother, nothing to worry about." Grimwald gawked at me. "...I won't answer that, but holy hell you are stupid sometimes, you know that?" He sighed, and climbed up on my shoulder again.

Roxie beckoned to us, and pointed to a tall black building. "The Celadon Mansion. Well, shall we go?" She grinned.

"Pokemon out, of course." I nodded, and called out Leviathan, Jack, and Santi. Grimwald flicked his tail. Roxie called out Lissery, who cooed softly. Jack looked up at me questioningly, and I nodded. "It's alright, Jack. We're just going to have fun tonight."

We stepped in, and promptly got blasted back by the wave of sound. Some heavy thumping song declared "I wanna fuck you like an animal," and I almost smiled. I'd never heard the band before, but I liked it already.

There was a giant dancefloor, and I strode out there confidently. The alcohol was spilled out over the floor, and I almost slipped, but Roxie grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I nodded, and she ground her hips against mine, indicating I should respond. I whispered, shocked, "Uh, I don't know how to dance." She grinned.

"I'll teach you."

And with that, she yanked me tight to her, and ground her hips against me relentlessly, and this time, I responded, twirling her around and holding my hands tight to her waist.

She stopped for a second, and picked up two glasses from another table. "Drink this, Olivia." I nodded, and swilled it down, as did she.

An immediate warmth spread through me. I purred, and Roxie grinned. "Utterly sexy. Do it again." I grinned weakly, and leaned against her. "Mrrr..." I purred softly, giggling happily. She grinned.

"C'mon, Livvy, let's go." She took me by the hand, and began spinning me around. "Just like a record, baby..." I grinned, and took her hand, doing it in reverse.

Step.

Heel.

Step.

Twirl.

Spin.

Haze. The warm haze was nice... like dying without any pain.

"Trust me."

I mumbled something, and shook my head.

Trust.

Sure.

Up. Down. I go up, the floor goes down and I feel like putting it in reverse this time.

Stand.

Fall.

Spread.

Remember.

What was it...? Happiness is a bit of cream between your legs...? No, that doesn't sound right... walk softly and marry a big prick... No, I don't think that's it either...

Oh my god, I am so high right now.

Trust me.

...Okay.

Wig falls off. Hi, Roger. Where'd Roxie go?

Silence.

Wet and warm. Feels nice. Probing, questioning, and hard. I nod.

Trust me.

I drift away.