....out came a pokemon, a pokemon that Carmen has know for years....

flashback

"Is this the evil thing you told me about? I soo cute!" A cute, tiny, 6 year old Carmen stood infront of a younger prof. Elm and vulpix. She had a tiny little baby voice, and anyone who heard it would think that it was cute.

For some reason, the vulpix had a cirtain glare in it's eye.

"Yes, it may look cute, but it was abandoned, remember?" said Prof Elm, in a very serious voice. Carmen nodded, and looked outside, thinking that she heard something. "Now, here-" Prof. Elm was about to hand Carmen thick leather gloves, but someone ran in the door.

"Hello Prof. Elm!" A 6 year old Paris said. She was wearing a dark red knee length skirt, and a black tee. She was only six, but she wore maskara and lipstick. Surprisingly, her mother put it on her. Her voice wasn't nearly as cute as Carmen's, but a lot snootier. "Prof. Elm? What is she doing here? I thought I get the pokemon?"

Prof. Elm had an amime sweat drop. "Well, you are an hour late, so I called in the next person to volunteer."

Paris made her face look mad, as she was, and her mother came rushing in. She wore a very expensive peach colored dress. She was talking on an equaly priced cell phone. Paris's mother told the person on the phone thaat she would call them later. "Well, why didn't you call? We were a bit overwhelmed this morning, but you could be curtious and call us!!!" Paris's mother said in a stern voice. "My daughter get's whatever she wants!" Paris heard this and stood up tall.

"Well, I did call, many times, may I add." Prof. Elm was a bit annoyed. "It was busy everytime."

"Well, I am so sorry, did you, Paris, stay on the phone all morning?" Paris's mother asked.

"No! Never! I was cleaning my room!"

"Well then! Prof. Elm, I think that you are lying." Paris's mother said angerly, as Paris giggled. She loved to see people get yelled at, especialy if she did it and not them. "Now, my daughter will get this pokemon, and I don't really care about that brat there. Remember, I am a lawyer, and I will sue, now, what is your decion??"

Prof. Elm looked sorrowful at Carmen. She nodded her head that she understood. If Paris's mother sued Prof. Elm, his lab will close, and all of those trainer's pokemon will be let free, and some untamed will be let loose around town, and no more play time at the lab. "Okay Paris, come with me. Bye Nancy."

"Good day Prof. Elm. Paris, be good Paris, and after it's over, go to your friend Yemmie's house. See you at 6!" She blew kisses to Paris and walked out.

"Bye Mom!" Paris blew kisses back, and looked to Carmen. "Well, I see no use for you, freak. Get lost." She shooed Carmen.

Prof. Elm didn't hear it, as he was getting gloves. "Here are your glove, Paris." He handed Paris a pair of off yellow, thick, leather gloves.

"What the heck? These are total fashion don'ts. Anyway, what are these for??" Paris tossed the gloves on the ground an stuck out her toung in discuist.

Prof. Elm picked up the gloves and said,"Paris, the Vulpix is vic--not nice. It could bite. So I have to have you wear these gloves so you don't get bitten. Now, put them on." Prof. Elm was a annoyed now.

"Urrrgggg..." Paris gurgled as she put them on. "Ahhh! Why are they wet! Ewww!" she screeched.

"Well, Paris, they aren't wet, but they have a material inside so it keeps you cool." said Carmen.

"Oh, I didn't know you were still here. Do you want to watch me get a new pokemon, as you don't? Hmm?"

"NO!"

"Calm down, girls. Carmen, you were half right. They aren't wet. But they aren't made of a liquid-solid. They are just sweaty, damp of other people's useages." informed Prof. Elm. Paris threw the gloves on the ground and declared, "I want new ones! And they must be pink!" "But Paris, this is what you get, and that is final!" Prof. Elm declared back.

"NO! I want pink ones, now do as my mommy says! Or we will go and get Sue!!" said Paris. Carmen tilted her head. "Who is Sue? I haven't met her before, I think..." Paris looked at Carmen very rudely. "You wouldn't meet her, because my mommy is ahead of Sue, in lawerism. Duh!" Carmen stared at Paris blankly. "Exactly." Paris said.

"I'm back, with your da- I mean pink gloves." he handed Paris the gloves, and she put them on. Then walked tword the vuilpix.

"Vullllllll..." growled the vuilpix. It takes tiny steps back, as she gets closer. Then, Paris looked at the vuilpix, and smiled. she went to pet it and the vulpix ripped and tore at the gloves. "IIEEEEEEE" scream Paris. "Gloves are not good to eat, you frikin thing." She went over to pet it, and it splurred fire at her. She was a black and ashy all over. "WAHHH!!!" she screeched.

"I told you Paris, it is not easy to deal with abandond pokemon." declared Prof. Elm.

"No you didn't." Paris was being as snooty as ever.

"Yes he did, you snooty litttle brat. He just said it in different words." Carmen barked back.

"You are in on it with Prof. Elm as well too, Carmen! You both are trying to murder me! My mommy will sick sue on both of your butts!" She screamed as she ran out of the house. Both Carmen and Prof. Elm had anime sweatdrops.

"Well, it seems Paris has dropped out of this running, so I guess you get to tame this pokemon, Carmen!" Prof. Elm cheered. Carmen smiled and shook her head up and down. "I am sure I can trust you, right? Good. I have to tend to some newborn poliwags. Okay?" He asked.

"Sure. I will be fine!"

"Okay. Come in anytime, and you be careful, okay?"

"Okay, by!"

Prof. Elm left, but Samantha was still there to supervise.

"Okay, 'lil Vulpix! We can become great friends!" Carmen smiled while the Vulpix chewed on the leash and growled at her. "Come on, you know you love me!"

two years later, Carmen now 8 years

Carmen walked into the lab, and tossed her jacket on the coat rack. She put on the gloves and walked to a back room. "Vulpix! I am here!" she shouted.

The Vulpix wandered about, and just looked at her, and kept walking.

"Sheesh, I don't see why this Pokemon doesn't like me yet. It has been two years!" She shrugged her shoulders. She took off the small winter gloves. She has progressed from thick gloves, to thinner, and thinner and thinner gloves. Now she was gonna try none. She had tried this before, but had gotten bit many times. With or without the gloves. "Please don't bite me this time, Vulpix!" she prayed.

The vulpix sat on a cushion, and eyed Carmen. She had been coming at least 5 or six, sometimes 7, times a week. She had bit her and used ember on her so many times, why won't that human leave her alone? Hmmm, did that girl bring food? Sniff, sniff.

"Yep, your nose never fools ya, huh Vulpix? I brought your favorite, rice balls and sushi! Yah!" Carmen unwrapped a paper bag, and pulled out some alluminum foil. "Here ya go!" she unwrapped the foil, and took out some round rice balls and sushi pieces and laid them in front of Vulpix.

Vulpix took a bite of the food, then ate it, still eyeing Carmen.

"Well, here goes nothing..." She shut her eyes tightly, and reached her hand out to pet the vulpix. She scratched it behind the ears, and it surprisingly purred. Carmen smiled. "Yay, you din't bite me!" she wispered. Then, The Vulpix stooped purring, and stared at Carmen. Carmen stopped petting, and stared back.

"REEER!!!" Vulpix screeched, and started attacking Carmen.

"IEEEEEE!!!! WHY DO YOU HATE ME SO?!?!?!" She screamed. The vulpix smiled, biting a running Carmen's hand.

Author's note: Why, hello there! I believe this is the first time we have spoken author to author, no? This one was my longest yet! Well, anyway, instead of doing credits at the very end, some people might get less interested and not read any more, or I might stop writing. But, no worries my dears! I will definatley be writing much more! Hmmm, what else... Oh, I remember! I don't own pokemon. Everone else writes it. But I dunno why. This is FAN fiction. No one her actually owns it, atleast, most of them. And, uhhh, You! Yes you, please step up to the stage! Grabs your arm, and pulls you up Will you please review? Look, I like people reading my stories, even though I don't have much, and wanna know what everyone is thinking so far about it. I do like constructive critisizem, and where I did wonderfuly. Oh, yes the credits, here ya go!

Samantha (Prof. Elm's assistant): Name is mine, character is based on mimiako chan's character

All of the Booth Conductors: Mine! All mine! I made them up, MINE!

Paris: Of course! She is mine! I am proud now I can be mean!

Carmen: GRRRR!!! STAY AWAY FROM MY CHARACTER!!! RAWR!

All the contestants: Mine! ;P

All the pokemon: Not mine, they belong to the pokemon creators!

Yuki, Carmen and Paris's Parents: Well, who to you think?? ME!

At the end, it got pretty loud. I was really hyper. Heh. Sorry about that, but deal with it. Lots of them will be like that.... heh. I like saying heh. heh.heh. heheheheheeeee!!!

There we go! Review please, and uhh, have a nice day! And reffer me to all of your friends! And review! Carmen: 0.o Grrr.... Good bye for now! I am gonna attack with my magic keybeard! I AM THE RULER!!!!! MUHAHAHAHA!!!! ....to much muffins....