Disclaimer: If I ever do Pokemon, I will call you k? Don't wait by the phone now ya here?
Muddy: ::Stares at the phone:: Ring dammit!
-.- Anyways. . . here's another update for. . . whatever this story is called. Sad huh, don't even know the own title of my story lol. Ah well, I still care for this story so that's good.
Muddy: ::still staring at phone::
Flare: . . .ring ring ring.
Muddy: I got it! ::picks up phone:: Hello? Oh hi Bob! Nah, I'm good, Flare is just being her usual. . . self. Yeah I know, she scares me too.
Flare: . . . Enjoy!
Chapter 3:
He guessed that he could explain his choice in an easy logical explanation: that he couldn't. Easy enough. He did wish that picking one side over the other was just as easy though but even with a thousand shooting stars and millions of candles on a birthday cake, he knew that this wish wasn't coming true. Wishes don't come with choices anyways.
He wished they did though. He liked wishing for things. But he knew sometimes wishing wasn't good enough. . .
Wally was confused, wondering why it was so hard for Brendan to admit what was wrong with him. He knew the two weren't the best of friends but they were still close enough; they've talked without starting a fist fight anyways. Wally took that as a good sign from a year or so ago when the mere sight of each other made them go up in heated rage.
Shrugging, the green-haired trainer decided to follow Brendan and took a step forward only to hear someone's breath cut short behind him. Thinking that it was only a Pokemon, Wally took another step forward only to hear the same noise again. Frowning, the boy turned around quickly only to find. . .
No one there.
"The heck?" Wally asked as he scratched his head. Unknowingly to the green-haired boy, the figure was still behind his back, turning when he turned, walking when he walked. "You're losing it Wood," and with that, Wally turned back around and walked forward only to hear the padded footsteps of someone - or something - behind him once again.
'Okay, I really think I need therapy now,' Wally thought in his head. 'I keep hearing footsteps yet no one is there. . . or is there someone really there?'
Pondering over this too, the green-haired trainer swiped backwards without turning around, seeing if he could grab hold of the thing that was following him. The stranger was quicker than that though and merely side-stepped, moving out of Wally's reach.
'Yup, I'm losing it,' the green-haired trainer admitted inside his head and he began to travel forwards to Mauville city.
The figure took this moment to swipe at Wally with his guard down. Raising her steely-silver blade, she took a swing at Wally's head, trying to swipe it off cleanly.
"Hey, a nickel!" Wally remarked happily as he bent down to pick it up, resulting in the stranger to swing and miss.
"Dammit!" the stranger shouted angrily in a high-pitched voice, forgetting the small fact that Wally was in front of her.
The figure's yell definitely caught Wally's attention this time. He spun around on the ground and spotted the stranger's tennis shoes. Raising his head, Wally's sparkly emerald-green eyes narrowed in disgust.
"You. . . you. . ." Wally trailed off as he got back up and glared into the stranger's own pair of jade-green orbs, ". . . you're so weird Wanda!"
Wanda Wood, Wally's cousin, laughed as she threw her long, chestnut-brown hair over her shoulder. She grinned at her younger cousin. "Good to see you too Wally," she laughed again.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" Wally exclaimed, eyeing Wanda's dagger carefully.
Wanda, in response, bent the 'dagger' backwards and thwacked Wally on the forehead with it. "Not intentionally of course," Wanda replied as Wally took a hold of her rubber dagger. "I had to get you back for that stunt you pulled on me last week with trapping me in Rusturf Cave for three hours."
"I thought it was funny," Wally replied as he 'stabbed' himself in the stomach with Wanda's dagger.
"Ha, let us see how you like it being scared that much, all alone in the dark," Wanda replied cooly, taking back her toy dagger and stuffing it in her purse.
"What are you doing back home so early anyways, you're suppose to be at my mom's house for a few more days," Wally asked as the two cousins made their way back to Verandturf Town.
"I know, but there really isn't much to do back at Petalburg so your mom let me go home earlier," Wanda answered as the two entered the serene town of Verandturf. "Besides, I miss being back home with the sweet-smelling grass, the endless blue hue of the sky and the beautiful and enchanting roses," she sighed before adding, "and of course being with my oh-so charming cousin, Wally!"
Wally shook his head and was about to open to door of his aunt's house when the door slammed open for them. There stood May, notebook clutched in hand, small frown swept over her face.
"Wally," May started, only noticing the green-haired trainer, "we've got a problem with the li-" It was then she noticed that Wanda standing next to Wally, a confused expression on her face. "We've got a problem with the. . . lint! Your washing machine picks up too much lint!" to make a point, May reached into her pocket and pulled out some small balls of cloth. "You need to fix that."
"Uh, I will May, thanks for telling me," Wally sweat-dropped, rubbing the back of his head nervously.
"Why hello May, I didn't know that you were staying over," Wanda remarked cheerfully. "Is Brendan here too?"
May nodded. "Yeah, he's at Mauville, getting repairs on his bike," she lied quickly. "Anyways, I too have to go of town and do some shopping, the Pokedolls are waiting at Slateport!" The girl trainer grinned and exited Wally's house, "See ya guys!"
"Later May!" Wally called out as May left the small town.
May waved good-bye to the green-haired trainer and his brown-haired cousin before walking down the path towards Mauville City.
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'Latios, what are you going to do Birch?' Brendan pondered in his head as he leaned against a brick wall in Mauville. 'Even if you do tend to detest Wood now and then, you're still his friend. He, after all, did help you rescue May when she was kidnapped by Maxie a few months ago. If he didn't, its possible that May wouldn't be alive today.'
That would of made things much easier for Brendan, if May died during those past months. He wouldn't be stuck in this sticky predicament, he wouldn't have to kill anyone and Maxie would of let him be.
Brendan hated thinking selfish thoughts; he had no need to think of them now.
Why did Maxie have to drag May into this mess? Why was he hated so much?
Why were things so complicated?
Brendan shook his head and sighed, pushing himself up from the wall. Better get those errands done before Wally and May both have his head. It didn't though stop him from thinking though about what could of happened and would couldn't of happened.
If May was dead, Brendan sure wouldn't be happy- or be happy before last night anyways. He probably wouldn't of had his first kiss, he probably wouldn't of had all eight badges of Hoenn by now. Heck, he'd probably still be working with his dad if May hadn't gracefully stepped into his life.
He wished he could change time and never of met May. That way, no one he cared about would get hurt. Yeah, he liked the thought of that.
"Wishes are for fools," Brendan muttered under his breath. "I don't have time for wishing, I don't have time to do a lot of things. Two weeks isn't enough time to plan a party or to kill someone."
Brendan never realized how precious time was. . .
Until he had to go up against it that is.
Brendan rolled his eyes and walked down past an alley; he would of kept going if a shadow at the end summoned him with a finger. Curious, Brendan walked down the alleyway, a Pokeball in hand and himself on guard.
"Brendan Birch is it?" the stranger asked as the white-haired trainer swiftly walked down the alleyway.
"Perhaps. . ." Brendan said slowly, raising his Pokeball to chin level. "You?"
"Your girlfriend should know who I am," the voice replied cooly.
"But seeing as I am not my girlfriend, but the boyfriend. . ." Brendan replied just as icily. "Now, I am Brendan Birch as you already know, who the hell are you?"
"Call me. . . Archie," the mysterious man answered, stepping out of the shadows. Sure enough, it was Archie, Leader of Team Aqua. Despite the fact that Archie was also on the run like Maxie, he too did not seem filthy but was actually well dressed and in his Team Aqua outfit. Some things haven't changed though for his jet-black beard was still intact.
"Archie, former Team Aqua Leader," Brendan spat in disgust; sure, he wasn't on Team Magma anymore but he, like Maxie, was one of the reasons why he and May got in so many fights on their travels. "What do you want?"
"Ha Brendan, I am not going to cause you any harm unlike Maxie," Archie growled. "Devious mind that Maxie has. . . honestly-"
"Is there a point to this?" Brendan demanded to know.
"I've got a plan for you," Archie quickly answered. "A plan that will get you out of this mess that Maxie created in the first place. But you have got to do everything I say and I mean everything. If you don't, my plan can totally backfire."
"Thanks, but I think I can figure this out for myself. Even though I'm not on Team Magma anymore, I still would never listen to a Team Aqua Member, especially the leader," and with that, the boy trainer turned around and began to walk away.
"Fine, let innocent people be killed because of your foolish pride," Archie remarked cooly.
Brendan stopped dead in his tracks. "You have a plan that will get me out of this?" he asked quietly.
Archie nodded though Brendan couldn't see it. "Yes Birch, I do in fact. It will only work if you do everything I say. . ."
Brendan sighed and walked back towards the Team Aqua Leader. "Fine," he agreed, "I will do everything you say but it better not hurt anyone."
"Ha, making this tricky eh?" Archie stroked his ebony-black beard. "I enjoy challenges. . . fine, I will not hurt anyone, not even Maxie. My hand shan't even touch a hair on someone else's head."
"Good. . . now what is this plan you have for me?"
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May sat down by the lake's edge, one finger slowly dragging circles in the water. The ripples in the water disorientated her reflection before slowly dying out, once again showing her sparkly-blue eyes in the water's border.
'Something is wrong with B Boy,' she thought sadly in her head. 'I wish I knew what though. . . maybe I could help him. He's helped me plenty of times and I just want to repay him back.'
May sighed and laid flat on her back on the smooth, cold grass. The wind played with her bangs, blowing them upwards then slowly bringing them down to a rest back on her forehead.
This calm, serene mood would of made May fall asleep if a voice from behind her said in an eerie voice,
"I have been looking for you May Maple. . ."
Once again, another short chapter -.- Sorry guys, I know how ya hate 'em lol.
I think I'll end every chapter of this story with a cliffhanger ::laughs evilly:: Yup! ::smiles innocently:: I know you guys are just going to love that! Fun times, fun times.
Muddy: ::still on phone:: Latios, I know Bob!
Anyways, thanks for reviewing as always and LaTeR dAyZ!