Shuu- Yeah, it does suck, it's also what's causing a lot of problems between them.

Ryuzu- :sweatdrops: the bit about the title of the story, well… I'll put it this way, 1) I had forgotten the episode, 2) the name sounds cool and 3) have you heard of the movie/book (I can't remember which) called Boys Don't Cry? They can but it's still used as a title. Anyway, as for your other question, Satoshi was in dragon form when he went to talk to prof. Oak so he didn't recognize him until later.

Blltiger- :shrugs: I really don't know.

Shadowphantomness-Yes I am Blood aura, or rather, I was. Have fun hosting. About Charlotte, I'm sorry, I read your fic a while ago and kind of forgot who she was. When I was writing this story I just needed a name for one of the pokemon following Satoshi around and charlotte just seemed to fit. I was wondering though, I won't be able to keep writing (check with my bio) so I was wondering if you could finish the story for me? Please?

Blah- means pokémon talking

Blah means telepathy mind to mind speaking

Blah means one-sided telepathy

Disclaimer: I don't own this, surprise, surprise.

Another gym, another battle.

Satoshi walked out of the Cerulean city pokémon center, Lance swimming through the air beside him. I think that went rather well all things considered, the Cerulean sisters are usually harder to beat.

They were out of practice. They were only scheduled to return from a trip around the world a few days after I died. Anyone else might have found it odd that Satoshi was referring to himself in past tense. Satoshi just found it funny that he didn't have an aversion to admitting to his own death.

Ah, Said, or rather thought, Lance. Even I had trouble beating them when I started. Maybe you should challenge them again after regaining championship?

Probably a good idea, they didn't seem to like me much. If I don't later on they would probably challenge me when I apply for championship. His stomach rumbled. I suppose we better go and find something to eat now? Ash said sheepishly.

Instead of responding Lance delicately turned his snout to the air and sniffed. Catching Satoshi's eye he flew off, slow enough for him to follow but fast enough to make a normal person sweat. Satoshi however, didn't, it wasn't as if he were a normal person.

Satoshi bit into the steak with gusto, the only problem being he couldn't bite a piece off. Lance snickered quietly over his bowl of meat puree, muzzle dripping with red gristle. The human shaped dragon wrestled off the morsel and looked at Lance and informing his with extreme dignity, "You look disgusting like that." Lance just snorted and dived into the bowl for another mouthful of steaming hot entrails.

In the corner of the four star restaurant a red light blinked from a small camera.