Arrrguh. At this second fanfiction.net is down and I can't see who reviewed so I can reply to you lovely reviewers L I remember Melani said I was cool. . .and hrmmm. . .someone NEW likes candy! –hands new person candy- I love you! Not really! ~.^

And let's see. . .Lauren Black wants me to continue. . .of course ^_^ And Zero_Chan says only they can stay up late watching anime. . .which is precisely what I've been doing every weekend –wink wink- So you're not alone!! MUHAHAHAHA!

. . .hmmm, maybe my memory's not as bad as I thought. . .did I forget anyone? O.o

Hmm. . .well last Saturday was my Homecoming. I think the punch was spiked. ;D Weeehooo! No wonder I danced four hours straight. Anywho. . .hey, Halloween's next Friday! Don't know if I'll be putting up a chapter then because. . .well, you figure it out ~.^ My friend Lyndsey and I are going trick-or-treating (. . .so what if I'm a junior. . .) with my sister and her friend. I'll either go in my riding clothes or dress up as Devi from Jhonen Vasquez's (-drool-) 'I Feel Sick' comics. THEY ROCK! If you have a dark/sick/Goth (?) sense of humor, read them!  YAY!

Okay, I won't bore you with my life story. Hey, what an idea. . .-ahem- I was born on September---

BOOM.

. . .stupid doorbell.

~Chapter Five~

The next morning, Mom and I drove back to the Pokemon Center to get Kitsune. I was having mixed feelings---I was excited about bringing Kitsune home, but still curious as why Mom was so. . .freaked out about Steve and I seeing a Dragonair. I tried to bring it up at dinner that night, but neither Mom or Dad wouldn't say a word.

The Pokemon Center was only ten minutes away from my house, so I was thinking I would just blast the radio there, get Kitsune, and talk to him on the way home.

But no sooner did I hop in the car and reach for the button to turn on my music, Mom said, "Lindsey," very softly.

Oh boy. This usually meant either a Very Serious Conversation or a reeeeeally long lecture. I was betting on the Very Serious Conversation for this '"Lindsey"'.

"What, Mom?" I sighed.

Mom looked hard at the road, gripping the steering wheel as she searched for the right words to say. Finally she sighed and dropped her hands in her lap when we stopped at a red light.

"Lindsey, was there something. . .different about that Dragonair?" Mom asked quietly. "Like, different from the pictures that are probably in your books at school." She turned to look at me. "Any difference at all?"

I looked down at my lap, staring into space. Was that Dragonair different? No. . .not really. It had simply put a spell on me and a stupid, skittish wild Pokemon had destroyed it.

"No," I whispered, still feeling kind of spacey. "No, none at all."

Mom sighed, and put her hands back on the wheel when the light switched. "Then. . .I guess you and Steve can consider yourselves very lucky. Not many people get to see a full Dragon Pokemon in their lifetimes, especially around here where there are a lot of people coming and going."

I was silent for awhile, but then I asked, "Have you ever seen a Dragon Pokemon, Mom?"

She let out a tiny gasp, but let it out and answered quietly, "Yes, I have."

For some reason, I really didn't want to push it any further, so I was glad when the Pokemon Center came into sight and Mom parked. I jumped out of the car and ran inside the center, where, of course, Nurse Joy was at the front desk.

"Hi, I'm here to get Eevee," I grinned.

Joy smiled back and disappeared into a different room. When she came back, Kitsune was in her arms, looking happy and bright-eyed with a big white bandage over his fractured paw.

"You can take the bandage off in a week," she said. "Luckily it was only a fracture, so it's not too serious, but still have him take it easy."

"I will!" I smiled, holding out my arms. Kitsune looked at me happily and jumped into them, whimpering a little about his paw.

"Thank you so much," I smiled, turning back to the car.

"Bye! Take good care of him!"

~*~*~

"So your new name is Kitsune. How do you like that?"

Kitsune squealed happily and circled his towel-bed three times before laying down. I laughed, "You're such a Growlithe."

I heard a tap on my window. Steve, who else? Without looking up, I gestured he could come in. He hopped in and kneeled down by Kitsune, who put his ears down and shied away.

"Awww, it's okay Kitsune," I soothed. "It's only Steve. He won't hurt you." I stroked Kitsune's fuzzy neck.

He looked up at me and squeaked, "Ee?" before cautiously walking to Steve and resting his head on his knee.

Steve chuckled. "Already, he likes everyone. I just wish Iggy could learn to."

I smiled, thinking of the protective Growlithe. Iggy usually Fire Blasted anyone who wasn't a friend of his family. At least no one ever comes to their door anymore to sell stuff.

"So, do you know if you're ever going to evolve him?" Steve asked, gently stroking Kitsune's head.

I shrugged. "I don't want him to evolve. If he does, that's cool, but he can just be my Eevee for as long as he wants."

Steve smiled, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes, just admiring Kitsune. Finally I sighed quietly, "Mom asked me about that Dragonair this morning. When we were driving to get Kitsune."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She asked me. . .she asked me if anything was different about this Dragonair. Like, 'did it look like the Dragons in your books at school?'. But what could I tell her? Nothing was different. It was just. . ."

I trailed off, thinking of that moment. Steve looked up.

"Lindsey, did you notice it's eyes? It was like. . .right before that Spearow scared off Joker, I saw. . . green in its eyes. But just for a second."

My own eyes widened, remembering. "Yeah!" I cried, startling Kitsune so that he jumped, and returned to his bed for a nap. "Yeah, I remember. I saw. . .green. . .and then it. . ."

"It was going to you," Steve finished for me. "But why?"

I shrugged, flipping my ponytail behind my shoulder. "I guess I'm just cool like that."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Suuuuure."

I raised my eyebrows. "I better get Ivy over here. . .it's a lot better two against one." I picked up my pillow.

Steve pretended to scream and rolled across my bed, falling over at the other side. "You'll never get me, girls!"

"We'll see," I laughed, picking up the phone in my room and dialing in Ivy's number. She picked up after the first ring.

"Ivy, get your butt over here," I said, smiling. "It's WAR!"

"Yeah, two against one again!" she replied, understanding. "I'll be right over!"

We hung up. I laughed a sinister laugh.

"Steve Mochiles, this time you get it goooood," I murmured, throwing myself across my bed and whacking him.

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