AN: What up guys, Dark here, and I'm so sorry about the lack of updates, but school is kicking my ass, and I haven't been getting time to write as often, as well as my computer breaking, causing it so when I would have time, I still couldn't write. So I hope you enjoy this new chapter, there are gonna be a few time skips in it, and we should be getting into the body of the story soon.

As soon as I stepped through the door, I knew that this wasn't gonna work out. On first glance it seemed pretty normal, you could tell this was a family home at some point, but upon closer inspection, all of the photos had one person burned out. Once I looked around a little more I noticed a few very anti-Pokemorph posters. I quickly steeled myself before calling out, "Hello, is anyone there?" Almost immediately a woman ran out of what I assumed to be the kitchen, due to the fact that she was wearing an apron.

"Oh, you must be Kyle!" She seemed to be bouncing on her feet a little, which I found rather peculiar, but disregarded it quickly.

"Yep, that's me, retired trainer extraordinaire… Who am I kidding, I sucked at training." The woman was staring at me with a distant look in her eyes, as if she was looking through me, rather than at me. Yet she kept bouncing and smiling, but before I could be to creeped out she frowned.

"You, were a trainer? That means you worked with those disgusting Pokemon, how do I know you're not going to end up one of those hybrid freaks!" I recoiled visibly at this and shook my head in disappointment, then glanced up at her with a smirk.

"What makes Pokemon, and Pokemorphs different from us? It can't be intelligence, as morphs were all human once, and some species of Pokemon can learn to speak English, so, what is it that separates us?"

"We're civilized, they aren't, simple as that, now I don't want you spewing any of this nonsense around my house, and if I see so much as one shed fur, you're going to be very sorry." She glared at me for a few seconds after she finished speaking, a look I met with a bored expression, then she reverted back to her original demeanor and stated,"Your room is at the top of the stairs, on the left, have fun!" After she stopped talking she skipped, literally skipped, back into the kitchen. I shook my head and slowly walked up a spiral staircase, one hand on the rails, the other in my pocket gripping Lucy's ball.

A week later

I was sitting on my bed, petting Emily absentmindedly, when I heard her voice echo through out my thoughts.

What are you gonna do about the morphism?

"Y-you knew? How?!"

I'm a psychic Kyle, how do you think?

I sighed before I answered, "Emily, what do I do? This woman, she'll murder me!""

You could just run away once it gets to the point you can't hide it.

I looked over at her and smiled, "You know, I might just do that, and I have an idea of where to go." As I finished speaking she looked up at me and tilted her head, before placing her front paws on my shoulders and nuzzling my cheek with a purr.

That day, 6:30 PM

We were sitting at the table, the woman, who I found out was named Margaret, and her husband Jeremy, who, in our private talks, told me that she hated pokemon because their son left to be a trainer. The husband was much nicer than his wife, and turned out to be a detective, who specialized in missing persons cases. I figured out he wasn't an extremist like his wife, and he actually did see morphs as humans, due to research on the causes of it he did for one of his cases. As I finished the last few bites of the steak that Margaret had served as dinner, I stood up and began to walk up to my room, but Margaret called over to me, "Where do you think you're going?"

"To my room so I can grab my bag, then I'm taking a walk, is there something wrong with that?" I just stared at her blankly.

"I guess not, mind telling me why you need your bag for that?"

"Because my wallet and my laptop are in there, and those are kinda important." With that, I walked up stairs, grabbed my jacket, pulling it on quickly, and slung my backpack on. After getting all my stuff, I walked back downstairs and out the door, my hand in my pocket, wrapped around Lucy's ball. As I strolled down the street, I heard the telltale sounds of a pokemon battle, trainers yelling and all. I smiled and jogged towards the noise, coming upon a scene involving two kids around twelve or so, each with a pokemon out in front of them, a cloud of dust stirred up around them. One kid had a Duskull, and the other had an Umbreon, though upon further inspection of the kids, they both had five other pokemon on their teams, or just a few empty pokeballs on their belts. Before they could continue their battle, I cleared my throat and waved as they turned towards me. One of them glared at me, then said,

"Okay listen you civilian, this is trainer business, we don't need some fucki-" I cut him off and responded,

"A few things, one, I've beaten several different champions, just in unofficial battles, and two, watch your fucking language or I'll shove an Absol down your throat." I stared at him, my hand slipping into my bag, gripping Riley's ball. His eyes widened as I pulled out two badge cases, revealing that I had completed both Sinnoh's and Unova's league. I grinned as I turned away and walked towards one of my favorite places in town, an ice cream shop that had several flavors made specifically for pokemon. As I walked through the doors a bell chimed and the lady behind the counter waved at me with a smile. I smiled back as I released my team one by one, making sure to leave one of them in their ball, due to their value, I couldn't risk being seen with them. With an Absol, Umbreon, Espeon, and Lucario in front of me, I felt comfortable with my situation, knowing I had my friends by my side. I walked up to the counters with my pokemon in tow, quickly ordering what I knew were their favorites, with the exception of Lucy, because she liked to do it herself. After getting all of our ice cream, being a plain vanilla for me, chocolate for Lucy, oran berry for Riley, and pecha berry for both Daniel and Emily. We all sat down in a booth, the three quadrupeds eating from bowls, though Emily was using psychic to use a spoon, which I found absolutely adorable. I savored each lick of my ice cream, Lucy scarfed hers down quickly, Emily was taking just as much time as me, and Riley and Daniel were sharing each others, after we all finished I cleared my throat and grinned, before I spoke, "So, Riley, Daniel, would you mind telling me how long you two have been mates? Emily, please translate."

Yes sir! One translation coming right up.

Riley was the first to respond, a nervous look plastered across across his feline face, "Just a little more than a month before you released us." Daniel just nodded his confirmation, both of them obviously confused as to how I knew, but I decided to keep that for another day. I grinned and reached over, petting both of them gently, before wrapping my arm around Lucy and resting my head on top of hers, hearing a light thumping from her tail wagging against the seat.

"Good to know you two are happy together. I guess we should get back to the house, sorry guys."