Hey everyone! Okay, so this one's a day late. But it was Halloween last night, so I have a good excuse this time! ^_^;;  How was everyone's holiday? Mine was gooooooood. ~.^ Lots of sugar for Serenity. Tehehehe. . .-drools-

Oi. I would reply to all of my lovely reviewers (I love you all!), but it's late and I still gotta take a shower and stay up till two in the morning watching anime. Yay! THIS, folks, is how I spend my Saturday nights. Hooray!

Or maybe I'll just eat some of my Halloween candy. Mmm. . .-drools- Kit Kats and. . .BOTTLECAPS!!! BOTTLECAPS RULE!!!

-falls over-

I need a Pikachu alarm clock for this upcoming Monday. . .

~Chapter Six~

Two years later. . .

~*~

Relax. . .relax. . .you are. . .the one. . .relax. . .

"NO!" I yelled, rolling over and falling out of bed. I sat up, catching my breath and trying to untangle myself from the sheets.

It was that dream again. That stupid, stupid dream that had been waking me up earlier and earlier.

I yawned and glanced at my clock---it read five-fifty-three. I was supposed to be up at seven to get ready for school in time.

Close enough.

Kitsune was sleeping at his usual spot at the foot of my bed, and he had somehow missed me tangling myself up in my sheets, because he looked as happy as a sleeping Snorlax.

Not that I'd ever seen one, of course.

I yawned again, my jaws cracking hugely. It's all that stupid dream's fault. Yeah, let's blame it on my dream.

I yawned yet again and used my night table to hoist myself up. Five-fifty four.

It was going to be a very long day.

~*~

On the bus ride to school, Steve couldn't help but notice my eyes were kind of glazed over.

"You look tired," he declared. "What, too much soda? Oh, oh, stayed up late watching the Johto League Silver Cup battles, huh? Yeah, me too. . ."

I shook my head and rested it on the seat in front of me. "No, not that. I'll tell you when we see Ivy, so I don't have to say it again."

"Well, FINE then," Steve laughed.

The bus ride seemed to take forever, and getting off was even harder. I nearly tripped off the stupid cheesewagon, but luckily Steve caught me in time.

"Whoa!" he said, helping me regain my balance. "You better have a good reason for acting like that."

"Yeah, a decent one," I yawned, shuffling to the tree Steve and I always met Ivy under.

Ivy was already there, in a skirt and nice blouse. Of course, Miss-Conservative. I grimaced to myself, wondering how I looked. Did I even brush my hair?

I caught sight of my reflection of the shiny cover of my binder and groaned out loud. My hair was in a messy ponytail, and I was wearing a checkered top that had probably once housed Kitsune, old, holey jeans, and ratty tennis shoes.

"Oh Lindsey," Ivy sighed, looking at me. "Don't worry about your hair right now! Geez! Though it does look a tad. . .uh. . ."

"Bad? Yeah, that's the word you're looking for," I shot back, pulling a brush out of my bag and yanking it through my hair. "Ouch," I complained.

"You should cut it," Ivy suggested. "Then it wouldn't get so knotty."

"Puh-lease!" I cried. "Cut my hair?! If I did, Mom would have a Miltank. Seriously. She is soooo against me having it cut, and plus, if I wasn't so TIRED from a certain stupid DREAM. . ."

"Yeah, tell us," Steve said, finally speaking. "We're all here. Spill."

I sighed, putting my brush back, feeling it was useless to try and go through every little knot. "Okay. . .

"I've been having this dream every night for. . .well, forever it seems like. . .and each night it's getting clearer and clearer about what it may mean." I shivered.

"First, I'm in a dark room, and I can smell fresh flowers. Then I hear water lapping, and suddenly I see something---or something---leap out of the water and come up to me. I can't see them, it's all dark---just little red slits where it's eyes are supposed to be. Then something scaly and slimy slithers up next to me, and I can hear it's thoughts. It's telling me to. . ."

Relax. . .relax. . .you are. . .the one. . .relax. . .

"And then. . .I scream and I wake up," I finished breathlessly. "It woke me up at like six this morning. Earlier."

Ivy and Steve raised their eyebrows and glanced at each other.

"Lindsey. . .you say you've been having this dream a lot?" Ivy asked.

"Ever since. . ." I paused. How long had it been?

A student walked by juggling their books. On one was a book covered decorated with Dragon Pokemon.

I gasped. That dream had been happening since. . .since. . .

"Since I saw it," I whispered.

"Saw what?" Steve asked.

I turned to him. "The Dragonair," I said slowly. "I've been having that dream ever since we saw the Dragonair. Two years ago!"

Ivy raised her eyebrows, remembering when I had told her about that day. "Did it. . .I don't know. . .put a spell on you or something?"

I shrugged. "Have you had any. . .weird dreams or anything?" I asked Steve.

"No. . .well. . ." He paused. "I did have this one weird dream a few days ago. It was a little like yours, only I hear someone screaming. But it's only happened once."

I sighed, wondering what the heck this all meant, and stared up at the sky.

Steve tapped my arm. "Uh, Lindsey, the bell rang. . ."

"AHHHHHHHH!!! I'M LATE!!!" I cried, realizing how long I had been staring into space. With that, I ran up the stairs and into my school.

~*~*~

School, as I had suspected, seemed to last forever and ever. When the last bell FINALLY rang, I sprang to the bus so fast, Steve couldn't even keep up with me.

"Well," he huffed as he plopped down in his usual seat next to me. "You're eager to get home."

"Duh!" I stuck my tongue out at him. "I can't wait to get home. I don't know why. I just really want to ride Joker for some reason. I'm as antsy as he is every day."

"Oh, so that's your excuse," Steve laughed.

"Yeah," I said, suddenly feeling depressed for some reason. I stared out the window, watching everything go by.

"Hey, are you okay?" Steve asked after awhile.

"Yeah. . .I guess. I don't know. That stupid dream has been getting to me all day. I wonder what it means. . ."

"Hey," Steve repeated, putting a hand on my shoulder. "If it's really that important, you'll find out someday. Don't stress out about it."

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess," I said again.

We didn't say another word the rest of the ride back.

~*~*~

"Kit!" I called as I threw my backpack on the couch. "Kit, I'm home!"

Kitsune came running out of the kitchen and jumped into my open arms squealing, "Eeeee!"

"Awww, Kitsune," I sighed, hugging my Eevee. He snuggled happily into my shirt.

"Okay you big goofball, I have to go ride Joker now. You can come out if you want."

"Eeeeveee!"

I ran up to my room and quickly put on my breeches and some decent boots, and sped down the stairs, where Kitsune was waiting.

"You could've gone out yourself, silly!" I laughed. "Oh, well. Come on!"

Kitsune and I ran out together---he's gotten a lot faster since I first found him abandoned, I think he learned Quick Attack without me knowing it—-and right into Joker's paddock.

Jo was munching on a flake of hay Mom had thrown out, but his ears pricked up when he saw me. When he noticed Joker, though, he pinned them back and put his head back down to eat.

Joker doesn't like Kit much. . .I think he's jealous Kitsune gets to sleep in the house.

"Oh you silly boy," I laughed, getting his halter and lead rope and letting myself in the paddock. He let me capture him without a fight, and soon after he was tacked up and ready to be ridden.

"Yee-haw!" I cried, slapping Jo's rump and sending him into a canter off our property, with Kitsune trailing behind us until he was nothing but a dot waiting on the edge of the yard.

~*~*~

I actually did that once. Slapping a horse's butt and yelling, "Yee-haw!" It was very. . .invigorating. Or something.

Okay, how about some reviews here?! ^.~ You know I like reviews. As much as you all like. . .sugar. Muhahaha.

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