AN; I don't own Pokemon, or any of it's characters- but I wish I did :P And just in case you big time nintentdo people read this - I'm not making any money from this! PLEASE DON'T SUE! I'm too pennyless to pay! -This continues throughout the whole story...

Further AN; Hey everybody! I'm still here! I haven't had any inspiration for my unfinished "There for you" fic yet, but this popped into my mind and I wanted to get it out. Hopefully I can finish this all in one go and then edit it later. I will chapter it up and I warn you, it may get confusing. Let me know what you think with a review! Thanks! XD

Shattered heart of stone

In the past...

"You are the saddest exscuse for a man that I have ever seen!" The fiery red-head spat, threateningly pushing her blue haired parter's chest in rage. Her sapphire eyes, cold and full of spite bored into his sad and hurt emerald eyes. Her acid tounge emitted it's toxic words and poisioned the man who stood cowaring in front of her. At the beginning of the argument, the man had stood his ground and argued with the creul woman who stood in front of him, belittleing and humiliating him in front of their other parter, a small scratch-cat Pokemon. Her tightened fists began to shake with more and more anger as the fight continued. "Tell me James, was you born this way? Or are you just an idiot for our benefit! Your a lousy partner, a lousy criminal and you know what?...your a lousy friend too!" she screamed at him as her reddened face stood inches away from his. She thumped him in the face, hard. His eyes whelmed instantly after hearing her last words and feeling her balled fist connect with his cheek bone. He took a defensive step away from her. Her venomnous attack seeping further into his viens until he struggled for breath.

"Jesse...you...how?...I don't know what to say" he struggled to find words to match his feelings. His eyes stared pitifully onto the floor as he raised his gloved hand over his chest, as if she had shot him in the heart and the other hand felt the red mark which her hand had left on his cheek. Jesse's angry features turned into a look of disgust.

"What? Now your going to cry? Why don't you try being a man James!" she snarled remorselessly. He snapped his head up to look at her. The sad expression vanished and replaced with a look of pure hatred. He took his hand away from his heart, still holding his red face and pointed it at her furiously.

"One day Jess! One day, your going to be all alone in this World. Noone will give a damn about you! And I won't be there to pick up the pieces when you fall- I've had enough of your bullying!" His voice raised and stern enough to let her know she had crossed a line, yet never shouting at her. She placed her hands on her hip and she laughed at him as he pushed past her.

"Oh, so now your going to sulk in your room and cry it all out? Grow up James" He didn't stop to retaliate. Only stormed into his bedroom and slammed the door. The Pokemon who had watched the whole ordeal began to creep away...not wanting to be the next victim to Jesse's hormonal attack. "And YOU Meowth!" She shouted as she spun on her heel to face him. He cringed. She tried to yell, but her voice got stuck...suddenly she was overwhelmed with consern. Realising what she had just said and done. She choked it down, telling herself 'it was his fault'. Meowth had paused in midstep and turned to look at her. Wondering why she had delayed her attack. She shook her head furiously and raised a hand to him. "Just get out of my sight! I don't even want to know your breathing! -it's bad enough I have to look at you!".

With her last words she walked into the kitchin, her head began to pound and she rubbed her temples, trying to soothe her pain. The washing up, which James had neatly piled together on the side for some reason angered her even more. She swung forward and with an alimighty scream of frustration she threw the plates, the cutlry, mugs and glasses onto the wooden floor. The sound of the smashing plates and mugs only hurt her head more, but somewhat relieaved her frustration. She took a deep breath, steadying herself against the side. Her mind was racing with conflicting emotions and she desperatly fought them away. After a few minutes of calm breating, she opened one of the wooden cubboards, her hands searching for the paracetamol container. After eventually finding the right bottle, she groaned when discovering that all the tablets had been used. Throwing the bottle over her shoulder, she looked for her sleeping tablets instead. Decideing that the best thing to do with a lousy day, was to end it. She took two white pills and kicked the bin over on her way out of the kitchin.

Meowth was sprawled across the uncomfortable sofa and flicking through channels on the trio's equally as crappy TV. When Jesse passed through the living room, every muscle in his body tensed. Maybe it was a Pokemon thing...maybe a cat thing? But when danger was about, Meowth's body tended to do it's own thing. After witnessing the beating James took tonight, he was determined not to anger Jesse further. It didn't take Jesse long to reach her bedroom and she groggily muscled her last bit of draining strength to slam her door for effect. Meowth let out a breath he didn't even realise he was holding. He was sick of Jesse's tantrums and mood swings and he could tell that even plasid James, her life long best friend, was growing sick of her. And Meowth could'nt blame him either. He somtimes wondered why James hung around and let her treat him like that. Though Meowth could probally guess that James had long been in love with his violent tempered partner, he could also sense that Jesse was slowly but surely breaking him down and suffocating the flame he held for her. There was alot of things about his two friends past's that he didn't know, but somthing had bonded the two together ...fate maybe? Maybe somthing dramatic the odd pair had experienced together... maybe even love. Though Jesse rarely ever showed it. In fact, somtimes Meowth considered Jesse was incapable of such an emotion. But somewhere, deep, deep down maybe there was a Jesse who held a flame for James too. Jess was a hard girl to understand and an even harder girl to grow to like, but this only feuled Meowth's theory that somthing must have happened to her in her past to make her this way. Surely no human, no...no being could ever be so heartless? On the odd day, she would show she was actually warm blooded, but those days were rare and getting rarer.

Meowth sighed again and glanced at the two mahogany doors that stood next to each other. One belonging to Jesse, the other to James. An unnnerving vibe of anger still hung in the atmosphere and Meowth could'nt shake off the feeling that a change was about to take place...a big change. A dramatic change...and he could'nt tell weither he liked the feeling or not...

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Argh, end of chapter one. This is kind of a introduction, but I will return to the past in later chapters. Hang in their folks! And review! The more the merrier!

Nikki-Vixen