Sad blue eyes watched the human cross the room. The human boy slammed the door shut and began shouting the others waiting outside. She moved back and hit a wall. She sobbed, clamping hard on her beak. She trembled as dry heaves overcame her body. The shouts were more frantic and someone crashed against the door and groaned.

Lords, what should she do?

Great Legendaries, please don't let it be him.

What has she gotten herself into!

The Goddess of Blaziken

He threw himself at the bench, fury screwing up his face. He rested his head on one hand and tapped with the other. A female trainer sat complacently next to him. She had on a white dress, a white sun hat and a small smile. A lady. The lady smiled sincerely at the Blaziken who was leaning over at the fountain, fascinated by the Goldeens. But she smirked in a very unlady-like manner at the Blakizen's fuming trainer. He turned and leveled his glare at the lady.

"How is it," he asked, in a deliberately rude way, "That your Bulbasaur …BEAT MY BLAZIKEN!"

She could've laughed at his ill manners. Instead she patted her darling grass Pokemon, who was sunning himself beside her.

"You're just a very bad trainer," she said. What a lovely specimen that Blaziken is, the lady thought, as the trainer made an absolutely hilarious livid face. She doesn't have rough lines and an angry glare but had a sort of feminine aura. She told him this—in a soft, ladylike voice.

"Don't change the subject!" he snapped. The lady lifted her shoulders up then down. The Bulbasaur growled then hopped off the green bench. It shuffled over to Blaziken.

"It really is your entire fault."

"And why would that be?" Sarcasm dripped enough to fill a tub.

"Your Blaziken is strong."

The trainer was getting annoyed by the woman's useless remarks. "Just get to the fucking point."

The lady was impervious by the oath. "She is your only Pokemon, correct?"

"Fucking point…" was his drawn out threat.

"That is why you did not call out any more Pokemon after I knocked her out. But she was strong…" The lady sighed dreamily. "And you are such a bad trainer."

She was rather enjoying herself, both with the park and the trainer's furious face. The wind was whistling through the trees, children were playing ball, trainers were having casual battles. The lovely Blaziken was splashing at the Goldeens, looking very much like a happy, carefree child. The lady looked at her wistfully.

"Look at her, so childlike, so happy, and so innocent. Tell me, trainer," she looked at him heatedly. " Do you care about her?"

The trainer was momentarily nonplussed then let the venom drip. "Duh. I train her, I feed her, and I constantly check if she's happy enough with me…"

"Not 'care for her'." She snapped and stood up, fire blazing her eyes. "I'm asking if you care about her! I'm asking if you ever get beyond her what you think she's worth and find out what she really is!" She crossed her arms and nodded to the Blaze Pokemon. "She had strong attacks no doubt, but look at her demeanor. A soul too gentle to even hurt a Magikarp!"

The trainer looked closer and was stunned. The Blaziken was leaning closer to pool when the Bulbasaur stepped closer and nudged her in. She fell splashing but came up laughing with the green plant pokemon. She didn't mind a joke from her opponent just awhile ago. He shook away his surprise.

"Oh yeah, you know-it-all, then how do you think I came this far if we didn't battle."

"Because, you cocky, little bastard, she had no choice but to follow you. But as her skills grew, so did your head. And as we had our casual little match, you let your control slip. And her caring nature took over. And in that split second of doubt, for guidance from her trainer…" One white-gloved fist smashed into a white-gloved palm. "Leaving my little Bulby to tackle, leech and suffocate her."

She jabbed one white finger to his chest. "You think you're the best because you won a bunch of battles? You think you're a Master because you won every match through your nonsense about a 'One-Pokemon Challenge'? You've got some ego, mister, abusing her like that! And I don't mean about food or water. That ego which made you act this way will one day be your downfall, leaving you with no one! I know this for sure…"

The trainer gaped at the prim young woman's outburst. She turned and called softly, tearing the Bulbasaur from a playful tackle with the Blaziken. The lady took out a piece of paper and scribbled something. She held it out to the young trainer who grabbed it.

"What now?"

"It's my number. Oh, I don't want a rematch with you," she said in reply to his jaw dropping. "Just call me when you decide to give up your Blaziken to a competent trainer." The lady turned and strolled away with her Bulbasaur, the sunlight hitting her white dress and blonde hair. The trainer looked at the paper then crumpled it.

"Self-righteous bitch."

He stalked away crossly and had gone a distance before stopping, having remembered something. He turned around to see the human-like chicken right behind. She placed her hands behind her back and leaned forward—a little bow which said "I am here." As she rose again, her blue eyes sparkled and her beak seemed to be a little wider. She was happy. Was she that way because he raised her properly or was it because she was born that way? The trainer shook his head, unnerved by what the lady said. He started walking again, thinking all the while hoping that he would never see, hear or have contact with the bitch again. He would have part of his wish because that was the last time he would see his sister alive.

Lol. How was that? So how was my very first fic like? I know, I suck at prologue like things...And I know, it said M-rated but we'll get to that. Reviews-not flames-will help get faster chapters though flames are welocme to warm me up. Flames with some sense--no 'nonsense bitchin' please.