Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Life update! I gots a gerbil for a late birthday present! His name's Devo and he black and adorable! I wuv him so! Anyway, thanks so, so much for the support for my fic! Reviews fill me with many happy fluids! ^__^

(I'm so sorry this is late! Summer laziness gets to me..)

"I've decided something. I don't like the sea" Thakur stood on the edge of rocks far above the crashing waves with a disgusted look on your face as the ocean spray hit his nose. "Yes, well as much as I'm enthralled my your discomfort, there's not much you can do about it is there?" The growlithe shifted uncomfortably. "No…but I can't help it. I'm a fire type. I really don't like the water…." "Yeah, well I'm a dark type and I really don't like the sun, but here I am smack in the stupid sunrise next to a whiny growlithe because I don't have a choice because my new trainer dragged me here, just as he dragged you here. We could both be sitting in a nice shady forest if we were free, but we're not, we're by the stupid beach next to the stupid sea with the stupid sun." With that I jumped off the shore rocks and onto the sand where Tani and Jaylen were near the docks waiting for the ferry. Where that ferry led to, I didn't know, or really care for that matter. All I knew was that it was probably headed southeast, since from what I could tell by the stars and from inside my ball we'd been going that way for some time now. Jaylen let us out of our balls as much as he could, usually rotating Tani and I around and Thakur always out. Probably because he couldn't keep track of all three of us at once, with Tani literally bouncing on every bush and blade of grass, and me wandering off. I suppose he was afraid I might walk off and not come back, which I probably wouldn't. I grinned at the thought. To just go off in one directing, traveling that straight line to whatever it may lead, just to see what was there. A wanderer of sorts. In a sense, I almost had become that. Almost. Traveling of your own accord, and traveling of someone else's are two entirely different matters.

A soft wisp of air passed through my fur as the wind picked up, carrying little Tani lightly along with it until it set her back down again in front of me as a low whistle sounded in the distance. Jaylen stood and pulled on his backpack, recalled Tani and began to head in the dock's direction. Thakur pricked his ears, and dashed to his master's side with gusto, obviously glad to leave the shore. He trotted merrily between the boy and I wagging his puffy tail and his pink tongue hanging out idiotically. I shut my eyes, pretending that none of this ever existed. "So, where do you think we're going?" the growlithe asked. "Well, we're on a dock, with sailors and an ocean. Gee, I dunno Thakur, maybe we're going on a boat?!" Thakur wrinkled his nose "You don't have to be so cynical about it. I KNOW what a boat it, you know. I've been on plenty of boats! I LOVE boats!" I grinned "You have no idea what a boat is do you?" "Well…I…the thing is… no. What are they?" "It's- well, you'll see."

I thanked the poke-gods it was morning, not as many trainers were at the docks now. Usually there were piles of them here, like so many that you're constantly shoved around feet piles. I had heard them the day before, they made a horrible racket. That may have also been why Jaylen decided to start out early to avoid crowns and lines. That or to get a head start on where wherever we were going . We soon approached a titanic (AN: no pun intended) ferry….more like a cruise ship actually. But then again, I'd never really seen a ship up close before. As Jaylen and Tahkur paid the tickets and walked into the deck I looked over my shoulder in the direction of my forest a bit sadly and wondered where we were going. But oddly enough, I didn't feel as sad as I thought I would be and I wondered if this was the work of the Luxury ball, or my natural urge to explore or if..maybe..something …more. But whatever it was, I couldn't stop it, whatever happened now would happen, weather I liked it or not.

Thakur looked confused as we entered our room (apparently this was going to be a two day trip) as Jaylen concerned himself with a map and the surroundings and I hopped on an extra bed by a window in the room for a nap. This was the time I was supposed to be asleep after all. But as I slept I did not dream…I only remembered.

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I'm an eevee again, but I'm not in my forest and I am not in the underbrush of my childhood either. I am traveling, just after setting out on my own and the goodbyes of my family were still fresh in my head. It is winter and the several patches of ice are sitting on the path I am walking a few snowflakes begin to fall and I shiver a bit from the harsh wind. My feet are beginning to become tired as I approach a clearing ahead and approach it with gusto and suddenly stop in my tracks as I scent something that makes my fur stand one end: man. I remembered my mother's warnings of humans. Of their evilness and deceit. I recalled my father's stories of their trickery and lies. Of living only for your master and nothing else but the slim chance of a grin and a pat on the head and the horrible battles you must face. There is nothing else for you. It does not exist- unless you master wants it to. You know nothing of freedom, of love, of loyalty, except the freedom of death and your blind hopeless love and false loyalty toward tour master, because that façade is all you have. And I knew my parents were right. They must have been, they'd lived longer than I, seen more than I. So I take heed to their warnings and dive into a bush and watch in silent terror as two tall men approach the center of the clearing, one is dressed in a smart business suit, the other in a black and red uniform. This sight somehow tells me that these humans were more to be feared than any other and I hide even deeper in the bush.

Almost simultaneously they toss the dreaded red and white orbs of legend into the air and two pokemon appear. The first is a tauros, larger than most and his horns are rich and sharp in preparation for the coming battle. He rears and bellows a deafening roar of fearsome challenge and then crashes to the ground, and the earth itself shudders as he does so. He tosses his mighty head and tears at the earth with his horrid hooves, letting out large steamy clouds streaming from his nostrils in the cold air like a steam engine as he snorts and roars again. His opponent however, is a poor comparison. It is a slowbro, and his skin looks horribly dry and beginning to crack and peal for his skin needs to moistened, not to mention this cold dry air only makes it worse. From my hiding place I can also see the shell is terribly cracked in several places as he sits shivering, not only from the cold but mostly from fear as he stares into the eyes of the one me must face and his entire being racked with terror, knowing without doubt that this a fight he cannot win. and unsuccessfully tries to hide inside his shell. The tauros raises his head and roars again and the slowbro lets out a silent scream and his frail week body cowers in front of his strong opponent, his ivory eyes glazed over in savage terror , terror I had never seen in my live and would never witness again. The suited-man chuckles, and the chuckle slowly grows in to a large malevolent laugh as his tauros echoes with another giant bellow.

The uniformed-one glares down at his pokemon's cowardly response and gives it a kick- not a very powerful one, but one that still hurt- and the frightened slowbro edges out into the center where the tauros waits for him. His entire body now not only shivers, making even his tattered shell rattle, but his entire being screams for this not to happen to him, death, beatings, abandonment, ANYTHING just so he doesn't have to face that horrible thing waiting to grind him into psy-dst. He begins a soft frightened moan, but is cut off by the sharp command of his master. He is trying to be brave- he really is, but he cannot escape what is about to happen to him. So he simply stands there with ratting knees staring up into the eyes of doom. He does not think he will lose this, he KNOWS it. Knows it for certain. He is not strong enough- not in this condition, in this weather, no matter the amount of scolding, praise, or punishment his trainer gives him. So he can only stand frozen in his tracks as the battle begins. The suited-one yells a command the great beast once again roars, this time loud enough to send the pidgey fleeing in terror from the treetops and I feel like my bones will melt, and lowers his head and charges forward. The uniformed-one yells something at his frightened pokemon something along the lines of dodging. The slowbro somehow snaps himself out of his terror in an effort to somehow please his master and scrambles out of the raging pokemon's way and tries to let out a confusion attack but is surprised to see the tauros suddenly wheel around and slam all 195 pounds on the week shell and the slowbro is tossed aside in the process. He lands frighteningly close to where I am hiding . He doesn't get up again, only lies there breathing pathetically in the snow. The suited one laughs evilly again and the tauros stomps in triumph as he is recalled. The suited man grabs a handful of cash from the uniformed-one's hand and walks off proudly.

The slowbo's master is not as happy. He glares down at the loser and the slowbro attempts to look up at his master for forgiveness, but he cannot even do this. The uniformed one kicks his pokemon into a bed of weeds and thorns and storms off, and he doses not seem concerned about returning to help him. The slowbro groans again and I slowly come out of the bushes and stare, wondering if I should leave him here or not. But, I really cannot do much, I'm only one eevee after all, not strong enough to carry him anywhere for help, and no one was around to ask help from. I ask him if he is alright and he rolls over on his back and stares back so intensely with his glassy eyes that I take a few steps back. The eyes seem to bore into the core of my soul and I cannot look away, wishing that he would turn his, head, go into his shell, close his eyes in death, anything so I don't have to look into those eyes anymore. But- there is more than that. It is as if he was speaking with me- almost psychically, but not quite, my mother was an espeon, so I already know what psychic communication was like. This…is similar, but it was different. Frightening. Almost wrong. And I hear him speak-

"This. This is your fate. Your fate, eevee" I leap back in terror, not exactly knowing why I am afraid, and then my fur raises in protest "No! It's…it's not my fate! It's not!" He seems to smile as a mother would with a child that's being foolish, even though his expression does not change "Oh, but it is. It is. It is the fate of all pokemon. You may not like it, but that is the truth. We are here…for man's purpose..nothing else. Because nothing else will exist.. Your master takes care of you, and you will love him for it. He will take for from your home, you will love him for it. He will force you into battle, and you will love him for it. He will treat you, not as an equal but as an ignorant pet, and you will love him for this to. You will love him and you will believe that he is doing you good. He is saving you from your ignorance, he is saving you from insanity, for any existence without your master is an object produced from insanity. The only sanity is with your master. Without him, nothing exists unless he wills it." I lower my ears and can feel my fur prickling and my paws seem to take in the ice below my paws, like a plant does I shake my head in desperation. "No! That's not true! It's not1 It can't be! I don't have a master and lots of things exist, the ground, the sky, you me, they all exist! They're right in front of my face" The slowbro blinks slowly "No." I blink back, and answer indignantly "No? What on earth do you mean 'no'? I exist,. I KNOW I exist, if nothing else, I know that I and my family exist" "No" he said again "No."

I give a small yip and take another leap back. The slowbro's glassy eyes continue to stare, but I now am able to look away, and am suddenly overcome by the urge to flee, so I do. I go as far away from, the forest and the defeated slowbro as quickly as my paws may carry me through the falling snow. But as I run, I still somehow hear his voice in my head "It is your fate. It is the fate…of us all."

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My eyes snapped open and I quickly sat upon the cabin bed panting with the slowbro's voice still in my head and shuddered. After a quick groom I noticed it was near sunset again and I had slept all day. I also realized that we must have cast off, for I could feel the ship rocking. I suddenly became aware that something was leaning on my side and I jumped away to discover a suitcase that is not Jaylen's, his is on the opposite bed, where Tani was sound asleep and spreading spores all over the bed. We must have had a roommate. I gave myself a shake and decided to venture out onto the deck, to get a good view, maybe a meal…

And to clear my head.

AN: Well, that was some dream wasn't it? And no, Ozaki is NOT going insane (I've had two people ask me that already -_-. Anyway…I like to blend in characters from the show into my fic..if you can figure out who the two trainers in the dream are then…I dunno..I'll give you something nice. Like a bottle cap or something.