THAT SYLVEON

Alright, so I take it from you guys that the last chapter wasn't a particularly good chapter, but that's okay. This chapter, fifth of the series so far, is now up and running to get this story back on track. As of the moment I'm typing this, I'm done with all my essays and stuff, so hopefully I'll be able to write more and more chapters in these next few weeks efficiently. Also, I'm sorry if you find this chapter to be riddled with mistakes. My main man beta reader, Jirulius, seemed to be occupied when the chapter was done, so I had Luan read over it. My apologies, Jirulius.

None of the franchises mentioned here are in any way in affiliation with Awesome Sawss/Luanastar.

At the shout, Anais was the first to dart at the electric-type. She took a now physical approach to the battle, opting to open the fight with a headbutt. However, Raidon, using his amazing speed, darted out of the way, leaving Anais head first into nothing but dust. Raidon was behind her, anticipating another attack. He was right to think that way, as Anais rapidly spun on her heel, charging up an energy blast.

Raidon smiled a bit, knowing that this will be an easy dodge. The blast was sent his way, and he simply cleared it by jumping over it. Anais was soon getting frustrated, as she couldn't land a single hit on him, no matter what she did. This was Raidon's plan this whole time – to tire her out so he could get his hits in.

Anais could feel sweat dropping down her brow quickly, as she fired ball after ball of energy at her target, ultimately missing in the end though. Raidon saw her destructive bombardments falter, allowing him to regain a stance and turn this battle on its head. He sped up to her faster than Anais could hear it, and threw his head forward, hitting the Sylveon right on her own. She could feel the boiling current surging through every vein and capillary in her body. If that wasn't enough, it REALLY didn't feel good, that's for sure.

Raidon jumped backwards, giving the Sylveon space just in case she was infused with a little too much flow charge. He was trying to win the battle, not fry her brains out. Anais regained her balance, and evaluated what she would use next. A thought popped into her mind, as her body began to glow a faint white. Raidon was one step ahead of her though, shielding his eyes with a paw so he wouldn't be stunned with the mediocre flash attack.

Anais glanced up, and saw Raidon not fazed at all by her bright influence. There was nothing she could do. She had exhausted all of her abilities, and none of them proved to be useful. Most of the students had their eyes on them. She couldn't forfeit, as Anais cared too much about her dignity to even try that. She had been made a child compared to Raidon's fighting ability.

Well... Are you sure you've tried all of your options?

What do you mean? He's pretty much dominating me at this point.

HAHAHA! – Excuse him. Anyway, just look at him –his eyes specifically – and you'll understand what I'm talking about.

Anais didn't really care if she didn't know who she was talking to. Not at this point. She glanced at the Luxray's determined gleaming set of blue and yellow irises. An overwhelming impression took over her nerves, and she felt captured by it. Anais crept forward, knowing what she her conscious wanted her to do.

Raidon was a little curious. From all his years of battling, he had never known of this tactic. He could only mirror her sense of false security, although it was one of the worst things to ever do in a battle.

Once Anais was close enough, she leaned in towards his face, her lips puckered and her eyes shut. Raidon began breathing irrationally. He was never one to know what to do around these situations. He shut his eyes, and let the contact come upon his lips, without questioning it at all.

The moment grew silent. Raidon waited and waited, but nothing came. He opened his eyes, and before him was a sphere of plasmic power, only ephemeral before it collided with his face, exploding with a magnitude more than enough to send him out off the mat. Anais was the one left on the mat, but instead of receiving claps, she received the noiseless glare of many students.

Anais turned back to the Luxray on the ground. He barely seemed to be moving. What would you expect from taking a point-blank 'Moonblast' attack to the cranium. She then turned back to the crowd, and didn't know what to feel. Instead, she resorted to anger, much like many people would when they wouldn't understand what to do.

"What are you looking at?" The crowd dispersed quite quickly. Even Barry considered scooting off to escape the potential wrath of Anais.

Anais walked off the mat, and sat on the bleachers. She was soon followed by Barry, who saw the whole thing unfold, and was just as disappointed at the other spectators due to her lack of honour for her opponent.

"Anais." He began, placing his rump on the wooden plank. "Why'd you do that to him?"

Anais sighed, flinging her head into her paws. "I didn't want to lose, so..." For the Blaziken, that wasn't enough justification.

"Don't you get what you've done? It's one thing winning the match, but it's a whole 'nother agenda toying around with his emotions like that!" In actual retrospect, Anais couldn't believe what she had just done. There was no one else to blame either. She couldn't blame it on her conscience; who'd believe that?

True dat.

WHY! Why did you make me do that?

Do what?

You made me lean in as if I was kissing him, and then suddenly attack him! What kind of person are you?!

What are you on? I never told you to do that.

Then why'd you tell me to look at his EYES?

...I honestly thought you were going to poke him in his eyes.

Arceus, along with his fruitful advice, once again proved to be no help whatsoever to the situation. Worst of all, what was she going to say to Raidon? What would she say to the rest of the class? Even worse, in the case that he found out, what would she say to Nester?

"Okay, Barry. I'm sorry." Anais never liked being scolded by the Blaziken, but he was so mature, he could pass for her older brother.

"Look Anais. If you like him, then kiss him. If you don't, then you don't. There's a place in the middle, but you don't want to be there." Barry then got up to go and train, most likely. With those powerful words lingering in her mind, Anais was drowning in grief. To add Sitrus berries to the wound, a conscious Raidon walked over to her. Knowing him, what he was about to say was going to be around the same lines as Barry's little speech.

"Hey Anais!" started the Luxray. His tone taking a turn for the better. "That was a great match we just had. Although..." Aha. Here it comes. "D-D-Did y-you try to kiss me b-back then?"

Anais hadn't even thought about that. She couldn't what her original plan was, whether it was to kiss at first, or to pull away at the right moment to give her some extra time.

"I... Yea-NO!" Anais didn't know what was coming out of her mouth, but as long as it made sense, she wasn't even mad. "I mean, no offense. It was just... A tactical advantage."

Wow. Tsundere much?

Arceus had learnt that word from Giratina. Unfortunately, that word was sixteen years too late from its time.

Raidon cocked his head, but nodded all the while. "Ooh, okay. I'd never seen that in action before. Anyway, good game. I'll see you another time." Raidon left the scene. He had yet to be impacted with the reactions from his classmates.

Ugh... That boy is just so innocent it's worrying.

Worrying as in the hot way? Because I think that's pretty hot. Don't you think so, Giratina?

Yeah, I've seen some worried hot chicks around. Wait... Does Palkia count as a chick?

HOLD UP. Giratina? Palkia? Good Arceus, I'm talking to Legendaries. WAIT – YOU ARE ARCEUS!

Not gonna lie, I thought you knew that ages ago.

I thought my Dad was just full of baloney!

Funnily enough, he was eating baloney that day, so you're not really wrong.

Anais wanted to continue his talk a little more, but the bell rang with magnificent vigor, exclaiming that she now had to go to recess. She had now remembered, that her actions were not to be forgotten any time soon. Perhaps, she should just take the loss instead next time.

Anais made her way to the benches outside in the main playground. She was getting some not-so-friendly glances from her peers. As of this moment, she felt alone. No one was there to comfort her. She had even been rejected the hospitality of her own cousin, who was the last shoulder to lean on whenever she was down.

"Hey Anais."

A bolt of satisfaction ran down her spine as soon as she heard her name being summoned by the Adonis of deep voices himself... Raidon?

Anais quickly swivelled around in her seat, her eyes expanding to see Raidon come toward her once again. It had barely been five minutes before she had just seen the Luxray, and here he was again. In sooth, Anais could never complain about the company of Raidon. Sure, he was pretty good looking in some aspects, and he was very understanding and patient. Hah! Silly you! You thought she's ever admit that aloud? You'd have a better chance trying to find a Shiny Pokemon in the minute all planets are aligned.

Raidon flopped over next to Anais, putting on a smile as he did. Anais had trouble trying to replicate that. "How are you doing? I know that we just talked a second ago, but I saw you over here by yourself, and figured that I should stop by."

D'aww! He cares! Give him a kiss.

You don't sound like Arceus.

Duh. He said he went back in time to mess with... Cat? Kaylin? Whatever, just kiss so I can get aroused already.

...

Just kidding?

It's weird since Giratina had no reproductive organs, so what truly arouses him? Anyway, shaking herself back into her demeanour, Anais thought of a quick reply. "Oh. Uh, thanks. By the way, no hard feelings from earlier today?"

Raidon shook his head nada. "Not at all. You won, nothing more to it." That was the attitude Anais liked towards battling. Unless it was her who lost. Then it was personal.

"Thanks. You're pretty good at battling, yourself."

I guess you've gotten over your tsundere.

SHUT. UP.

"Hah, well I did practice a lot as a kid, so..." Raidon found himself inadvertently sidling over to the Sylveon's side. He couldn't describe what about this Eeveelution he found so appealing. Maybe it was her shimmering pink fur. Or, her fantastic blue balls... that were her irises. One way or another, he certainly felt something in him that made her attracted to this girl, like an electron to a positive charge.

"Oh yeah?" replied Anais. She wasn't all that interested in what he had to say, but something in her mind nagged her to respond politely like she cared.

"Yeah." sounded Raidon, half chuckling. "I really want to get on the school's battling team. It's my element."

Part of Anais wanted to feel happy for the Luxray. She couldn't explain why she did – She hadn't exactly known him for the longest time – but the other hand, she felt a little bit gutted due to the extra pressure of competition added to the mix of joining the battling team. Looking at her uncle's funds, if she kept up her battling prowess, she could definitely make it to professional battling.

"So do I; In my family, from my dad's side, a lot of them are affiliated with battling of some sort. My uncles are both professional battlers, and their wives attended their battling teams around my age."

Raidon's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? I watch a lot of battling on the TV, maybe I know them." Well, Anais was always been one to brag, but now, she kind of had all right to now.

"Oh, well. You know: Brendan Bursyamo and Francisco Tornupto. I don't know if you've heard of them before, but..." Now she was just milking it.

"WOAH! You don't mean the LEGENDARY Brendan Bursyamo for the Emerald Deltas, do you? And Francisco Tornupto for the Ruby Omegas!"

If there could be a moment in time where Raidon was anymore of a fanboy, it would be now, as he expressed his admiration to what Anais would simply prefer to call family.

"That's right. Well, actually, His full name is Tyonisus Vulcus-Haephastus Fransisco Tornupto, or something like that, but yup! He's my uncle!" gloated Anais with a huge smile. It was a great thing that Raidon was incredibly oblivious. Any Pokemon in their right mind would've upped and left by now.

"That is unreal! I wish I was related to a battler like that. My Dad definitely doesn't battle, and I think my Mom used to battle, since she's quite... toned, but I can't really tell." Anais nodded. She didn't really care about his mother, since she doesn't really know her, and didn't have much relevance to her family either, but you know, it was worth acting like you did give two hoots.

Well, someone hasn't seen the prequel.

She hadn't been noticing until now: Raidon had somehow gotten significantly closer to her. Whether intentional or not, she didn't really mind all that much. These two were only at the most, friends, as she was still in a relationship with Nester, but the Luxray had some sort of warm, soothing impression about him, increasing with proximity. It may have well been a placebo, but a placebo worth having, nevertheless.

Raidon on the other hand, was completely aware of what he was doing. He was scolding himself internally for doing this, as he hadn't known the Sylveon for more than a week. He had self control, alright, but all of that was discarded as he found himself making excuses to be a little bit closer to the Sylveon, to the point that they weren't even a quarter of a yard away from each other. But now, from here, where else would Raidon go? Dare he actually try sneaking an arm around her? He'd have to have lost his marbles.

"Hey kid!"

That voice didn't sound like it was particularly happy. Raidon swirled around to find who the voice belonged to, and discovered that it was most likely that it property of the frowning Ninetales that he met up with earlier this morning strutting up to him like he had a whole skeleton to pick with him.

Anais turned around too, and didn't feel the same butterflies in her stomach like she always would around him. Instead, it was a transitory pang of regret.

Nester confronted the confused Luxray with a bold posture and a whole load of testosterone. His red flaming eyes meant that he was nothing short of capable of handling this loser in any case that he laid a paw on his girl. That's what Anais was. His girl.

"What are you doing hanging around with Anais?!" Raidon winced as his ears struggled to manage the decibels at which Nester's scolds overwhelmed him. The last thing that he wanted was for someone to start beef with him.

Anais butted in, knowing that Raidon wouldn't have the gall to answer back. "Don't worry, Nester. We were just talking. Nothing more."

Nester slit his eyes at the Luxray as Anais got off the bench, isolating Raidon once more. Nester nodded for her to follow him and thus, she did without even uttering a farewell to Raidon. Sighing, he too got off the bench, walking in the opposite direction on his own.

Anais didn't feel well at all. A painful sensation poured itself out into her guts as contents of discomfort. Nester wasn't the best influence that one could have implied on themselves, but what did it matter when you were in a relationship with the most popular kid in the entire school? Not much, obviously.

The duo found themselves in an adjacent part of the playground, where most Pokemon were chatting with one another, or snacking out in the playful warm wind. Nester rotated to glare at the Sylveon, and he did not look impressed at all.

"I don't know who that guy is, Anais, but I don't like the way he's looking at you." muttered Nester, waving his hair to the Western side of his face.

"Oh, he's nothing but a friend. I don't like him like that or anything." Nester nodded slowly. Anais smiled, hoping that a tag team of lips would find their way onto her cheek as a consolation, but unfortunately, she didn't see Nester make any movement. There wasn't so much that she could expect out of him right now anyway. They weren't officially going out at this time and point, but they basically are hypothetically.

"Right. Anyway, meet me outside of the school gates, later today. I'll take you out, somewhere special." Nester's voice got deeper and a thousand times more seductive as he said that. He confounded her with seven of his nine, golden tails. They wrapped around her and surrounded her with loving warmth. Anais could feel her cheeks getting warm as well. He pulled her forward with the strength of his tails, and drew her into another short but sensational kiss. Anais adored every second of this. Nester was so warm. So loving. So... Sexy.

Oh, my. Gotten over your tsundere attitude already?

Shut your mouth. Nester is just so overly hot. I can't believe that he's taking me out tonight! *SQUEAL!*

Yeah, I guess he is pretty hot.

... Aren't you a guy or something?

Gender-confused, actually.

What's in between your legs?

Well geez, Anais. You could've taken me out to dinner first.

It was then, Anais acknowledged that she despised the legendary. Nester pulled away from the eager Sylveon – A trail of saliva being their only evidence of love-making – and left the premises. Anais was more than hyped for tonight if their little taster was anything to go by.

Cassidy wiped the sweat away from her forehead as she worked away under the pounding rays of sunlight. She was outside in her garden, her company being her husband and her second child. She tended to her vegetable garden with the utmost care.

They had the financial means to purchase food straight as it is, but as a child, Cassidy was always a fan for cooking from scratch, from her own set of ingredients. She could recall how her mother had kept a vegetable garden in their backyard. Faintly, the memories of a smaller, seven year old Cassidy swam into her mind, running around trying to elude the pursuit of her faster and older brother, Cooper. It was so long ago, yet Cassidy remembered as if it was only a few weeks ago. Of course, she could never forget the time when she had first brought Julley over to her house, which resulted in Cooper knocking over the barbecue and turning the garden into a party for flames.

Her ageing, turquoise eyes limped over to her second born son and her husband. Cassidy's teenage love senses tingled whenever she laid an eye on the dashing Umbreon. Being mature also was cute, right?

If it wasn't obvious already, Cassidy had been taking more and more relationship advice from Zoey and Jasmine. Both shared a lot of similarities, actually: Neither of them are afraid of performing semi-sexual acts in public, nor are they ashamed of proclaiming derogatory innuendos to their lovers. Put them in a room together, and you'll get a perverted riot. It only made her wonder if those factors ever rubbed off onto her daughter. She wouldn't want Anais to reflect her mistakes as a sixteen year old. Well, she could hardly still call those mistakes anymore.

"Julley?" called Cassidy, removing her sunglasses from her face. Julley turned around, his crimson sclera crusading to the accost. "Do you think Anais has...well, hit those stages of her life yet?"

Julley tilted his head in that adorable way he would do when he hadn't the slightest clue what someone was one about. "What do you mean? As in puberty?" Cassidy was a little upset that he would say that in front of their child, but what could be expected from the admittedly clumsy Umbreon.

That should be the name of a sitcom. Yeah, I know. I haven't recently been fulfilling the role as "Asshat Legendary", have I?

"Y-Yes. That." croaked Cassidy, seemingly concerned.

"She probably has by now. I mean, she's sixteen now, right? But, I don't think you should fret, Cass." Julley reversed his direction of attention back to his young child, pawing a small rubber ball back and forth. "Anais is a very smart girl: Responsible, intelligent, and with her mother's looks."

Ooh, well someone's turned up the charm dial, am I right?

...

I'm sort of new to this.

Cassidy giggled like she was a teen once more. If there was one thing she was thankful, it was Julley's massive boost in confidence. That was something you'd never catch him saying in high school. She danced over to the Umbreon and hugged him from behind, pecking the back of his neck.

"I'm so glad that I married you, Julley."

"As am I, to the most beautiful Pokemon in the universe." Julley turned around and returned the kiss, infiltrating her mouth with the use of his very flexible tongue, initiating another round of tonsil judo... All in front of their three year old son.

Meanwhile, Anais was outside of the school gates, waiting patiently for Nester to show up. She received a few daunting stares from passersby. One of them uncannily included Barry Bursyamo, who had just came out of math class. Instead of actually doing the work, he sat there, wondering what uses the Pythagorean Theorem will have in his daily life.

"Hey Anais. What are you doing out here?" curiously quizzed Barry, stopping in his tracks to engage in a quick chat with the fabulous Anais.

"If it concerns you so much, I'm waiting for Nester to come out of classes, as he's taking me out on a date." confidently stated Anais, ever so slightly putting her nose in the air.

Barry was a little disappointed in his cousin's will power. It was general knowledge to be aware of the fact that Nester went through relationships faster than the speed of a Latios soaring through the skies. He recalled the Ninetales even telling him that he was going to claim Anais as his own girlfriend just yesterday. Maybe wishes do come true.

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you at your house. Have a good time on your date." Barry was caught by one of Anais' weird ribbon feeler thingies before he could turn on his heel and leave, though.

"Hey, hey. Wait a second. I still have some time to talk, so let's talk, Beedot."

Barry was never really up to people referring to him by his middle name. It was his name, whatever the weather, but there are two alternatives; no point choosing the most personal.

"Sure, I guess. What do you want to talk about?"

Anais put a paw to her chin, before grinning and bearing an adorable fang. "I've been meaning to ask you… Why do you talk like that?"

Barry cocked his head. "Like what?"

Anais was dumbfounded how he hadn't noticed by now. Then again, the smartest people are also the most naive. "You know, all super formal and stuff. I'm your cousin, not the girl you're trying to impress."

That would be kind of weird. Hot, yes, but still weird.

Barry scratched the back of his head and chuckled in a typical Bursyamo fashion. He does do that a lot, didn't he?

"Oh, I guess I do, haha!" That laugh sounded very shaky. "It's just the way I was raised, I suppose. My dad always told me that I had to be as polite as possible wherever I went. My mom thinks it makes me sound kind of too soft, in contrary to the amount of battling I do. C'est la vie, as my dad would always say."

So in other words, a nerd to conversation. From behind the nervous Blaziken, Anais spotted the beige hunk coming out of the school gates. Immediately, she dashed Barry to the side as she bounded over to Nester, whose hair waved in the wind like a flag, and eyes shimmering like a rival to the sun. He turned around, dismissing the Blaziken that was only just recovering from that tackle, and set his eyes on his loved one.

"Nester!" she cried, hopping over in front of him, as if she was a hungry Pidgey being offered bread.

"Hey, babe." he coolly replied. Anais could just melt in his arms right now, but she had doubts if she would actually let him. "You ready to go?"

Anais nodded her head rapidly, dashing all senses of dignity she had left. Nester winked, and used a tail to point her in the direction of where they were going. Anais exasperatedly gasped, and followed the Ninetales to their next destination.

A left on one street and a right on the other left Anais in deep suspense and silence, as Nester led with a calm, steady heart rate, certainly opposite to our fairy type protagonist. Only five minutes of walking was all it took for the duo to reach their venue. It was a semi-large restaurant, rated about four out of five stars in the eyes of Anais. However, if Nester knew of this place, it had to be of a obviously high standard.

"Here we are." uttered Nester, coaxing the Sylveon some more by showering her body with some more of his versatile tails. "Let's have a better look inside, hmm?"

Nester's use of rhetorical questions only made him sound twenty times hotter. It seemed that Nester knew exactly what string to pull to make her lose her cool like that. However, that was exactly what she wanted in a boyfriend. Anais wanted a boyfriend who wasn't weak. Who was always confident, and knew exactly what to say and when to say it. By his performance so far, it was apparent that Nester filled a lot of these criteria. Anais didn't have particularly high standards, but if you're dating Nester, how high can your standards go?

The restaurant was your typical professional red leather themed kind of eating arena. Many Pokemon rushed and puffed about, whether it be to secure a table or prepare a customer's order. Nester strolled to a Meganium who was stood near a desk, with the instructions to only allow people with reservations through. He showed the waiter a special type of card, one that Anais had never seen before, and the Meganium let them pass. Nester led her to a glass table for two, next to a transparent container that held at least fifty different species of marine Pokemon.

"Like the date so far?" asked Nester, although he already knew the answer.

"Yes! It's wonderful!" Anais regretted sounding so cheesy in front of the Ninetales, but he passed it off as a laugh, thankfully.

"I'd agree." he turned to an approaching waiter, a Serperior dressed in a black bowtie, and shouted: "Garcon! Nous voudrions un bol de spaghetti s'il vous plait!" Although not recognisable by Anais' ears, the Serperior definitely got it as he slithered over to the kitchen to broadcast the order. Nester gazed back to the main event across from the table. "Now, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself while we wait for our meal?"

Where could she begin. "Oh, well… My full name is Anais Astarnual Breon-Solian, and uhh…" She did the mistake of looking into the Ninetales' eyes, and she just couldn't escape his immeasurable beauty. The glorious red shade reflected her every look, as if she was staring into a bottomless pit that had her outline in it.

Nester laughed a bit, and decided to take the date into his own hands. "Well, how about I talk about myself instead?" Anais nodded numbly. She was beyond embarrassed to be caught stunned like that. "My actual name is Nester Queueneufs, which is a Kalosian name. I live around Talonflame Heights, and-"

"Woah woah, hold up - Talonflame Heights? But that costs a fortune to live in! My uncle lives on a ten million dollar salary and even he can't get a place there without selling all of his belongings too!" Nester could only smile and dip his head slowly. The mere thought of someone that attended her school living in the areas of Talonflame Heights boggled her brain to no end.

"That's right. My parents are entrepreneurial billionaires, so I can't really be surprised." admitted Nester, brushing his hair off to one side one more time. Imagine if Anais actually married this spectacular man. Not only would love be made to her in the best form every day, she would also be making love - In a bed full of money, with the hottest Pokemon on the planet! This was unreal.

Before Nester could brag and make Anais squeal again, the waiter returned, this time with a plate of well-cooked spaghetti on his head.

A certain skeleton would be very proud.

"Bon appetit!" bellowed the overly happy Serperior, perfectly placing the plate upon the table. Anais looked at the single bowl, and silently frowned. Nester took note of this, just as he was to, according to his masterful plan.

"Oh, there seems to be only one bowl of spaghetti, yet I could've sworn I ordered two…" muttered Nester. On the other hand, it was just audible enough for the prodding waiter to hear too, who was still there for some random reason.

"Uh… Sir… You told me to only get one bowl of spaghetti, not two."

Nester glared at the waiter menacingly, sending the sorry serpent scampering off with his tail in between his legs… If only he had any.

"Well, why don't we eat our f-" *BEEP BEEP* *BEEP BEEP*

Anais looked up from the plate of pasta. The beeping noise seemed to come from Nester. Nester frantically brought his phone out, and huffed from whatever it said on the screen. He put it back and sullenly pulled himself from his seat.

"I'm really sorry Anais. I just received an urgent message. I have to go now." Anais' eyes went back to the spaghetti, as if it was some fortress of emotional refuge. However, there were some things spaghetti just can't do.

"It's okay. You told me about this earlier today, but I didn't expect it to be so abrupt…" Nester leaned over to Anais, making contact between their lips, but it was only for one blissful second.

"We can arrange for another time. I'm sorry."

Nester turned a 180 straight and booked out of the doorway, leaving a five hundred dollar cheque for a very surprised waiter. Anais was left, all by herself once again. She hadn't an idea what business was so impertinent, but she couldn't complain. She was given a warning ages ago.

Ironically, Anais wasn't even hungry for any spaghetti. The thought of just being with Nester filled her up to the brim. She sadly left the restaurant too, finding no more signs of the Ninetales anywhere. Not even a scent. She looked up at the clouds. The sun that previously floated in the air, lighting up the sky with it's excited rays of shining happiness had descended below the horizon, dulling the sky from a brilliant blue to an unhappy navy of despair. It was like an abridged version of her life.

At the very least, she enjoyed the few minutes that she spent with Nester, that actually turned out to be a lot longer than simply two minutes. It made her feel grateful for the fact that she was given an opportunity to go on a date with Nester in the first place, as well as being offered to go again sometime. It was around now, Anais would realise how much life loved her. It was probably just as much as she loved Nester. D'aww, she just couldn't wait for their next date.

As for now, she would spent the voyage home thinking of an excuse to tell her parents regarding why she was so late.

Annnd, it's done! I think that I could have written this a lot faster, and I should have written this a lot faster, but for the majority of this week, I've been seriously occupied, to the point that it's whacked up my sleeping schedule. However, I think I'm going to be doing alright now. I think I'll try updating every Friday rather than Thursday, because everybody loves Fridays. YAH! I'll respond to your reviews next chapter, so I have more points to reply to at once. So, apologies to you all.

-Sir Sawss/ Lady Luan