Last time on Tony's Journey...

After Tony, Bianca and Cress failed in their attempt to reunite Chili and Pansear, Tony was asked by Professor Juniper to go to Fennel's house for some research notes. Fennel, who is sick with a cold, tells Tony that in order for her to complete her experiment, she needs some Dream Mist from a Munna, and she gives Tony her Mist Collector (a vacuum with a back strap) and sends him and his Pokemon out to find some in the Dream Yard!

What will happen next? Find out now!

Skyla Fuuro tapped her finger on the steering wheel in a combination of nervousness and impatience. Cilan was sweating nervously, looking terrified. A pair of footsteps was walking towards their car, and they knew darn well who it was.

A green haired woman with a buzz-cut and a tan police uniform leaned over and tapped on the glass, a stern expression on her face. Skyla swallowed and lowered the window, slowly facing Officer Jenny. "Is there a problem, Officer?" she asked, smiling nervously.

Jenny nodded. "There is," she said. Either she didn't know who Skyla was, or she didn't care. Skyla was used to get stared at by now - she was a celebrity after all... or she had been. But this was not a stare she wanted to have aimed at her.

"Officer," Cilan said, raising his hands, "I had nothing to do with this...!"

"I can see that, Mr. Cilan," Jenny said. "Out of the car, both of you!"

Skyla groaned as she got out of the car. Cilan groaned, too, as Jenny pulled out her notepad and began to scrawl something down. A ticket, probably. "License," she told Skyla, curtly.

Skyla grumbled and reached into her short's pocket, pulling out her three weeks old driver's license. This was not gonna be good for her record.

Jenny shook her head as she looked over the license. "Sixteen years old and already up to trouble..." she muttered. "And people wonder why you got kicked out of the gym..."

Skyla clenched her fist, but a glance from Cilan shut her up. Evidently the Officer Jenny of Striaton had heard of Skyla - and she had heard nothing good. Speeding probably wasn't going to help her opinion of the former Gym Leader either.

Jenny slapped the ticket in Skyla's hand. "It'll just be a toll this time," she warned, "but next time..." She let her words hang of as a threat.

"We understand, Officer," Cilan said, before Skyla could answer. "It won't happen again."

Jenny gave a nod and muttered to herself as she made her way back to her sleek, white motorcycle. With a roar, she drove off again, leaving them in the parking lot of a local grocer.

"W-we should get going..." Skyla said, after a moment of silence.

Cilan nodded. "We should." His voice was devoid of any feeling, but Skyla had known him long enough to know when he was angry.

Cilan climbed into the driver's seat; there was no way he was letting Skyla drive again. He started the car, and Skyla got into the passenger seat. The car took off again, heading back to the Striaton Gym. It was getting late, and they were getting nowhere with the search.

Skyla folded her arms behind her head. "P-peh!" she said, trying to counsel Cilan. "You go a little bit over the speed limit, and the Jenny's go nuts! Am I right?"

Cilan didn't answer. He kept his eyes straight ahead, and said nothing.

Skyla felt an air of awkwardness setting in. "Uh... Sorry about the ticket... But I'll pay for it!" She held up the ticket and unfolded it. "I'll pay all... 5,000 Poke?!" she exclaimed, suddenly. "Is she crazy!? That's almost all my money!"

Cilan still didn't answer. He kept his green eyes on the road.

Skyla raised an eyebrow. "Cilan, you okay?"

"Skyla." Cilan's voice was cold. "Can I be perfectly frank with you?"

"Uh... Okay... Sure..."

Cilan took a deep breath. "You are by far the most irresponsible woman I have ever met in my entire life."

"H-hey!" Skyla protested. "I am not! You take that back!"

"Then tell me, please," Cilan said, as he braked the car at a red light, "why were you speeding?"

"I was going a few miles over the speed limit!"

"Ten is not 'a few', Skyla!"

"Y-yes it is!"

"See? There you go again!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Cilan sighed as he stepped gently down on the gas. "You always do that!" he said. "You never, ever take responsibility for your actions!"

"I do, too!" Skyla argued.

"Name one time," Cilan said.

Skyla blinked. "Uh..."

"Name one time that you did something wrong and you took full responsibility for it," Cilan said.

Skyla's mind flashed back, searching her memories for a time that she had actually done something wrong, she had actually admitted to it and actually gotten punished for it. "Uh... There was... No... Uh..." She sighed. "W-well, so what if I can't think of a time off the top of my head?!" she demanded.

Cilan sighed as he drove up to the Striaton Gym, parking on the side of the road. "You can't think of anything."

"Well, my memory isn't one-hundred percent perfect, you know!" Skyla said, folding her arms as the car came to a stop. "Besides, speeding isn't that big a deal!"

"It is when it costs that much money!" Cilan said, putting the car into park. "Have you ever considered," he said, getting out of the car, "that your inability to accept your wrong-doings and make up for them might be part of the reason you were banished?"

Now it was Skyla's turn to be enraged. "Don't you dare go there!" she snapped. "That wasn't my fault and you know it!"

"Then whose fault was it, Skyla?" Cilan asked.

"I told you! It was Team Plasmas'!" Skyla answered. "They... they broke the bell, not me!"

Cilan sighed. "Skyla..."

"It's not fair!" Skyla shouted. "It... it's not my fault..."

Cilan rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. "...You're... right..."

"I am?" Skyla asked, still looking very depressed.

"You're my friend, Skyla..." Cilan said. "And... while I do not approve of all of your means and methods... The bell... I do not believe that that was your fault."

Skyla managed a smile - a genuine, non-cocky, friendly smile. "Thanks, Cilan..." she said, gratefully.

"But the ticket is your fault, and you're going to pay for it yourself."

"Oh, no fair!"

"Oh, you're back."

The door to the Gym was standing open, and Cress was in the door-way. "Hello," he said. "How did it go?"

"Not too well, I'm afraid," Cilan admitted. "We didn't see Pansear."

"Well... We did," Cress said, sadly.

"You did?!" Skyla said, delighted. "Where is he?"

Cress sighed. "I'm afraid he - and a large group of Pokemon - just went on a rampage through the park."

Cilan's jaw dropped. "Wha...?"

Cress nodded. "They were trying to attack Team Plasma - Chili included. Tony thinks that Pansear might hate Team Plasma for recruiting Chili."

"Jeez..." Skyla said. "I hate Team Plasma as much as the next Gym Leader, but I didn't think Pansear would actually try to attack them."

Cilan nodded. "Pansear may enjoy a good battle, but he's quite laid-back and simply wants to live in perfect comfort. The thought of him attacking someone is... bizarre. Like putting whipped cream in a summer salad."

Cress agreed, "Yes, it is. But I'm afraid that it's the truth."

Cilan sighed. "Yes, I suppose so..."

"So, where'd the kid head off to?" Skyla asked.

"Professor Juniper called. She wanted him to get some notes from Fennel," Cress said. "He called me from Fennel's house, and said that he was going to the Dream Yard to find some Dream Mist for her. I have no idea where Ms. Bianca got to, though... She went to keep looking for Pansear."

"Well," Cilan said, "we'd better get to work on dinner."

"I agree," Cress said.

"How does tomato soup and salad sound?" Cilan asked.

"Well... It does sound good... But Chili was always the best with soup..."

"And he was always the best with cinnamon buns, too..."

The two brothers sighed in unison. Skyla sweatdropped. "Uh... How about we order pizza?" she asked.

Cress and Cilan looked up, shocked. "Order..." Cilan said.

"Pizza?!" exclaimed Cress.

"What, is our cooking not good enough for you!?" they said in unison.

Skyla raised her hands in defense. "Okay, okay! Uh, better idea! I'll help make soup!"

The boys stared incredulously. "You can make soup?" they asked.

"Of course I can!" Skyla said. "Just give me a can-opener and a pot, and I'll have your soup done before you can blink!" she boasted.

"...We don't use canned soup," Cilan said.

"W-well, maybe you should!" Skyla retorted.

Cress sighed. This day just keeps getting longer and longer...

"Oh, fine, Sunny, one more time."

VROOOOOM!

Tony popped open the back of the Mist Collector and let the giggling Sunny out. The Larvesta had insisted on being sucked inside five times now. She really, really enjoyed it. Tony, being Tony, wasn't one to refuse a simple request from his Pokemon like that, so he gave her what she wanted. However, even he could only take so much of that - and they did have a job to do.

Tony placed the still giddy Sunny onto his shoulder and strapped the Collector back onto his back. "Okay," he told Lucky. "Let's go!"

"Freeehh."

Tony knew very little of the Unova Region's culture, people, and celebrities, but he did know the Pokemon, and he did know the lands fairly well, as he had always been good with maps. It didn't take him long to find the Dream Yard.

Tony looked around and gave a whistle. This place looked like it had been hit by a tornado or two. The buildings were torn to pieces ages ago, and mostly the rusted frames remained. It didn't look all that safe, and Tony was praying that the decades old beams wouldn't fall down on him. Thankfully, they didn't, and Tony walked through the wild looking area confidently.

"Jeez..." he muttered, as he peeked his head inside a room that was still more or less standing. A Purrloin looked at him from the darkness, before bolting away. "This places must've been huge..."

"Freeeh..." agreed Lucky, her large eyes able to see crumbled tables and boxy, huge computers that were older than she was, lying in piece on the floor.

"Come on," Tony said, hefting the vacuum on his shoulder. "Let's go and find a Munna..."

"Freeeeh!"

"Vrrr!"

Tony left the crumbling building behind, and began to walk deeper into the dream-yard. However, before he could, a strange sound caught his ears.

"K-karra! Karra!"

Tony's eyes widened. He gestured to Lucky and Sunny for silence. "Shhh!"

Thankfully, both Bug-types got the message, and didn't make a peep. Tony slowly creeped over to a large bush and, as silent as he was able, pushed aside the shrubbery, eyes wide.

There, in the tall grass next to that old building, his horn stuck in the ground and suspending him upside down in the air, was a very frustrated looking Karrablast.

Author's Note:

Happy Halloween! Here's a Halloween question for ya, Pokefans! Which Pokemon is your favorite Ghost-type? Mine are Duskull and Cofagrigus!

Well, Tony and Karrablast are finally having their epic showdown! It's about time! Will Tony come on top in this fight?

Also, an announcement for my readers! I'm taking a short break from this story so I can work on my Pokemon Mystery Dungeon fanfic. Sorry, but the readers of that story deserve some updates. I'll update that one, and then work more on this one until I can find a schedule that suits me.

Also, I'd like to recommend reading Pokemon: Gold and Silver Chronicles by Geardirector! Tony's gonna make an appearance in it! :D

Thanks for reading! Please review!

Tony's Team:

1: Lucky, female Butterfree

Ability: Compound Eyes

Move Set: Silver Wind, Confusion, Sleep Powder and Dream Eater.

2: Sunny, female Larvesta

Ability: Flame Body

Move Set: Ember, String Shot and Morning Sun.