Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or its characters.

Author's Notes: Heya, a bit of a heads-up. This chapter will contain a bit of touchy-touchy moments if you know what I mean. So if you're not comfortable with that type of thing and all that, i will put a marking before it starts so you can skip the ordeal. Never know, some people just don't like Smut and all that stuff, so I'm leaving this little note for that case.

The thundering sound of heavy bodies crashing against the building echoes on the inside. With each of those sounds, the structure trembles as if threatening to topple down on top of everyone. Every single loud bang bashing onto the sealed heavy doors of the foggy/steamy gymnasium, a wave of terrified cries sings even louder.

"This will really hold on?" A young man with green hair stared at the stack of wood and stones they piled against the doors. At the request of his Gym Leader, he and all the others trainers housed in this city promised to remain calm and keep a brave face even if only to not startle the citizens who are just clueless and defenseless as they can be. Still, he can feel his heart sink a little bit at each of those bangs.

"They have to… We used anything that is movable in here." A stern-looking blue-haired woman replied to her distressed friend. "If they don't. They will just buy time and do everything we can. I know she will think of something." She gave him a reassuring smile, her eyes mimicking the same friendly gesture as her lips. "Don't you trust your Gym Leader?"

The green-haired boy glanced to the trainers at his side, all smiling and reassuring him in a similar manner as her. Then his eyes traveled to the lone figure standing at the middle of the large building, a confident and strong red-haired woman watching over as the bystanders use the trap doors to hide on the lower floor.

"I do." He said with a warm grin, his shoulders losing the tense weight they had on them. "Of course I do. There is no Pokémon trainer better than her."

"Hell yeah, no one is better than our Flannery." The second best of Lavaridge Town pumped her right fist up, cheering all her friends to do the same.

While the little speech in between them served to fire up all the trainers under the Heat Badge's banner, someone else is not only completely unaware of their exchange but also totally immersed in her own thoughts.

'Should I rush outside by myself…? A surprise attack with a diversion could buy everyone some time.' Flannery pondered the idea of throwing herself to the wolves just to save her town. She rubbed her chin with one finger in a focused intense way; despite her best efforts to appear calm, the subtle fidget she occasionally slips is way too apparent to some of the elderly watching her from below. 'Maybe I should let them in… funnel everything onto the doors and fight there. Gosh, isn't there an easier way to do this?'

"How are you feeling, little sparky?" A pair of soft hands touched the Gym Leader on her back, making the poor girl jump startled. The gentle looking white-haired granny giggled at Flannery's reaction, rubbing her little sparky's back in a calming way. "You don't have to do to anything by yourself, you hear me?"

With a faint little line of red crossing her cheeks, the red-haired woman looked at the elder just a tad bitty embarrassed. "Hey now, Granny! THERE IS nothing to worry about. I-I will solve this mess in A MINUTE!" Despite her best attempts over the years to lose this habit of raising her voice, way too loudly, when she is nervous; Flannery clearly had little success with that endeavor. "N-NOW, just watch over everyone down there while we work, OKAY?!"

The older woman giggled again, finding ever so cute how a grown woman loses the control of her tongue ever so easily. She ruffled Flannery hairs, running one of her hands all over the woman's red mane, leaving a bit of a mess behind. "Just be careful, okay?" With a sweet parting smile, the old granny carefully made her way down to the other floor, resting her old legs next to the group of people who are hiding in there.

Closing the wooden plate on the door, Flannery took a deep breath and released it all in a long sigh. "Okay, Flannery! You have to protect everyone… That's what grandpa would do." She rubbed her cheeks, making them warm and a little red. Ruby eyes glancing over to the group of trainer standing in front of the barricaded doors. With a vigorous nod of conviction, the brave Gym Leader made her way to where her protégées are, standing right in front of them as they stared in what seems to be impending doom.

For the last two hours, they have become used to the infernal sound of things bashing and punching against the locked Gym. After almost losing their minds from the pressure of those sounds, they have become accustomed to it, so much so that now that is gone they all felt strange.

"Is just me… or they stopped?" The green-haired trainer asked, pointed to one of the walls now in complete silence.

"I can hear too; no, I mean, I can't hear it anymore too." Inching closer to one of the sides, the blue-haired girl checked to see if it was really gone. To her surprise, she didn't hear a single sound. "Flannery, you think they gave up?" She darted her black eyes to her always-admired leader, hopefulness ever so present in the glow of her gaze.

Tilting her head to the left, the Gym Leader looked at her companions with a confused look. "Dunno… Isn't that too easy?" She said with a cautious tone, her voice making the already smiling trainers frown again. "Why have all the trouble to siege the town, push us all the way inside the Gym and then just leave?" Taking a few steps forward, she pressed her head close to the free space on the side of the doors.

At the first moment, she heard nothing, just like all the others. Then, a thundering bang erupted from one of the walls at her side. From the little moment of respite and silence they got, those sounds came back ten times worse and stronger.

Flannery jumped away from the door, in an instant reaction pulled one Poké-Ball from one of her pockets. Her heartbeats went wild, going almost twice as fast as they were before.

BANG.

This time the door echoed with the monstrous sound, some of the heavy objects holding the passage close went flying back from the impact. Everyone on this floor went stiffly scared from that; they stared in panic as the organized furniture placed together all began to topple to the side.

BANG!

This time, the wall screamed the sound out. The entire building shook violently from that force, even the lights seemed to get weaker. Some of the more terrified trainers stepped a few paces back, shaking in their boots.

"Don't." Flannery said to those who were wavering. Her words not condemning, not condescending; they sounded like a worried plea of someone who is just as scared but determined to fight. "Everyone is counting on us. They placed their trust in this Gym to protect them. So we will Fi-"

BOOOM!

Both doors went flying; wood, stone, marble or anything that was being used to hold those two closed flew as far back as the steaming pools at the back of the building. With the rushing gale of wind, storming from outside, a group of black-dressed people came flying in. It was just for a moment, everything happened in a split second, but Flannery could catch a glimpse of their faces as they stormed in without their own consent; terrified, those are the emotion showing on their eyes.

In the shock of the moment, the group of defending trainer could do nothing but stare at their surroundings. Those blasted criminals that tried to take Lavardige Town by force are now laying on the floor, most of them unconscious, the others too scared to move a muscle. From the hazy fog, impeding the sight from outside, they could see a pair of glowing yellow eyes piercing at their form all the way from the back.

"Lookout. Is not over yet!" One of them yelled aloud, pointing out to the smoking entrance.

Heavy steps sounded as a shadowy silhouette approached from outside, the closer that person got, the louder his pacing is. Then from one shadow, three more appeared, those walking slower than the first, still ways behind it. That unrecognizable figure little by little took the form of a tall masculine person, blue eyes piercing by the fog, revealing themselves as they glanced at the people looking directly at them.

Seeing his own handwork, Spiegel cringed at the destruction and the soulless expression on his 'victims' eyes. Taking one last step as he entered the Gym, he looked to the still-standing trainers, looking at him in awe and in apprehension.

"Stop right there!" The second in charge, the blue-haired trainer took the first step, glaring dangerously at the arriving man. "Say your name and what business you have in here. We had enough bandits causing trouble on Lavaridge for one day."

He didn't respond. How furious he is now, how irate and frustrated he is over the past thirty minutes; he cannot give a proper answer to that woman. Instead of giving the woman anything to work with, Spiegel just glared at her with such intensity that even someone as brave as she felt tiny under his gaze.

"Brendan? Is that you?" Flannery called out to him, her words sounding more like an unsure whisper than anything else. She walked past her blue-haired friend, standing right in front of the bruised looking man. Took a few more moments for her to recognize him properly, but with a fraction of certainty that she got in her chest, tearier her eyes got. Flannery bit her lips to hold the tears back but failed to control the rest of her body as she leaned closer and pressed herself against him in a tight hug. "Thank you… Thank you…" She continued to whisper next to his left ear, pressing her moist cheeks against his shoulder.

He looked lost at the touch. Spiegel couldn't grasp the whole situation happening with him right now. However his confusion, he felt the cozy heat of her body warming his cold muscles. The cold tears slowly dripping down on his shirt pushed him to do something that even he himself didn't expect. He took his arms up, wrapping them around the small of her back and pulled her to an even closer embrace.

From her gesture and words, all the wary trainers finally relaxed. They dropped their arms in exhaustion from finally getting rid of all that tension. Still while the sense of danger may have passed, they now have a sense of wonder flooding in. For Flannery, the coolest, fiery and bravest trainer they know; is now breaking in tears over the shoulder of a man they don't know. They will definitely pester her all day with questions after that.

"For real… how fast is this day passing by?" Brendan said quietly to himself. He sat down on his old bed, eyes staring at the orange color of the dusk. "This room didn't change at all." He glanced at the nostalgic room, eyeing every little detail of the place of once he spent most of his time; planning, studying, dreaming of being bigger than what he was.

Two soft knocks sounded on his door and right after his mother walked in. "Sweetie, I got some bandages for you. Are you sure that you want to do it yourself?" She placed a little tray at his side, giving her son a worried and yet caring look.

"Pretty sure. A few scratches and some bruises are nothing to worry about. But thanks, mom." Brendan gave one wide reassuring smile, something that mellowed the older woman making her smile back at him.

"If you need anything, just call. Me and your father are just a few rooms away, okay?" She said as she grabbed the door to leave, but waited until he replied.

"I know." He said back in a short but gentle way.

His mother smiled again and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

'Yes, I love her too' Brendan flinched as those words floated inside his mind. 'Looking at you… I only feel sickened.' Bits by Bits, the words his other-self spilled with no care of the consequences, are rushing back from his memory now that his body has cooled down.

Brendan shook his head furiously, shooing the words away, but the sentiment remained. "Alone and rejected by everyone you love." He scoffed at that, a deeply annoyed frown taking form. "I felt like that once too…" Even if it is wrong in some way, even if he despises the thief who was trying to steal his life away, Brendan feels a strong sympathy for the man that once was Deoxys. He also knows what it's like to feel alone, to lose people that you love. If it were he going through that again, he would lose his mind.

From within his chest, a sad tune echoed. Not from him, not his own sorrow, a foreigner emotion that rings so strong inside of him that he could mistake as his own.

"Solitude is the worst kind of poison." To Brendan's unpleasant surprise, Groudon talked to him deep from his mind again.

With everything that happened still so fresh in his memory, he chose to ignore the primal's commentary, letting the cold silence be his reply.

"A poison that kills the soul and consumes the mind." Groudon continued, not caring or not showing any reaction to the cold shoulders he was getting from the young human. "The fear of being alone is strong enough to twist someone, anyone."

"Groudon, what you want? Huh?" Brendan said back with a not to friendly tone of voice. "You kept radio silent all day long, now you're dropping some poetry out of nowhere. What is your point? To annoy me even further?"

"I just resonated with your thoughts… I wanted to share something back with you." Something in what the legendary beast was saying made Brendan very uncomfortable. In a way, in some way, Groudon sounded meek in his words. Groudon of everyone is talking in a calm and shy manner. Making hard to Brendan to decide of wither he feels confused or weirded out.

"Whatever you want to share… I don't care." The young trainer felt an utter displeasing feeling on the matter. Trying to take his mind away from all of this, he instead focused on his messy wet long hair; as he ran his fingers on his long brown strands, he noticed that some of his hair has burned from his battle against Spiegel, leaving everything in a completely unleveled mess.

"The Usur… Rayquaza. He bonded us; he made us one within two." Groudon continued, the new topic managing to win back Brendan's interest as the young human gazed down to his hands. "I know you noticed the changes… the ability that this exchange gave you. The power to fully control me. But again, that was an exchange."

Brendan remained calm and quiet, quirking just one eyebrow up as to show his interest.

"I can see your heart, Brendan; more than ever before. I can see you as if… as if it was me." For a good moment, the old titan stood quiet, thinking over his own words before he went beyond. "To feel one's heart, one's hopes and fears… one's pain. It is… overwhelming, even for me."

Without any intention of mockery over Groudon's deep words, a loud snort escaped from Brendan. "So you're prying over my feeling, huh? Got a good laugh out of that?"

"I am sorry." Groudon's sincere apology hit Brendan like a truck; silencing any word of smug, he would say back. "For all the pain… For being nothing more than a calamity in your life… For almost ruining your chance of being happy… Brendan, I am truly sorry."

Not in a million years, Brendan had imagined he would hear those words from his bane. Not something so deep, not something that hurts so much. To think that Groudon actually said those words, made the young champion question his own sanity. Mulling over, properly and heavily as he should do, Brendan took one hand to his face, covering his sparkling red eyes.

"You…" A low sob escaped from him, his lips quivering slightly as Brendan tried to speak. "You better be, you moron…" Everything bad that those two shared between one another, pained memories, hurt feelings, a sense of hopelessness. All of that came rushing in from Brendan, all of that fading out from him, slipping away from his consciousness as some of the tears that are now sliding down from his cheeks. "This doesn't change anything… Anything between us. Not after all that crap you put me through." Brendan said quietly, biting his lips as he was done speaking.

"That I know… That I know…"

"This is… absurd." Ethan growled loudly. From the heavy persistence nagging of the elderly locals, he accepted their special treatment for his wounds. Of course, he finds the idea of healing his broken body with just the heat of steamy water a ridiculous concept, yet he gave in just for their annoying requests to go away.

"Hurts like hell too." He clicked his tongue as he continues to felt the insane prickling sensation of the water washing over his barely closed cuts. His eyes glanced down to his lean body, making him cringe at the amount of bruised and purple spots doting his skin. 'Silver… I wonder what he is doing now.' His lips parted in a short little grin.

"Now I see why my feathers felt a different wind today." A royal deep voice sounded from above the hot springs. A voice Ethan has not heard for so long, way too long. "In what kind of mischief have you thrown yourself into this time?"

"The same as always, you know… Battling against an ancient being who controls the sea, getting my face smacked whenever I feel myself too much. You know, the usual stuff." Ethan chuckled at the last one, taking his gaze upwards to the sky. "You found me, Ho-Oh."

Hovering in gracious silence above the unknowingly little town, Ho-Oh let go of the blinding lust of his rainbow wings, as the light evaded his feather his size began to shrink. He continued the process until his size was small enough to land inside the hot pool of water without breaking everything.

"Your arm, give it to me." He ordered with an inexpressive tone. Red piercing eyes gazing deeply at the young human in front of him, his expression posing a commanding tone that his voice failed to deliver.

Ethan quirked an eyebrow but did as he was told. Hissing in pain as he pulled his right arm out of the water, he extended the member high and straight. He held it there, staring at the imposing phoenix, as the majestic bird glanced down to the cuts marking his skin.

A faint glow spread from Ho-Oh's wings, going all the way to his golden beak. He then gave a soft peck on his guardian's skin, transferring that light down to Ethan's wounded body. That power exploded inside Ethan's body, the light burning strongly as a blazing bonfire, it continues to extend to the entirety of his being, burning away the pain, closing the cuts whatever their size and easing all stress from his muscles. As that sparkle of power faded away, so did Ethan's wounds; from no more than a few seconds his body healed, almost completely.

Ho-Oh eyed up to the man's face and failed to hide the sympathy look flashing in his eyes. "That scar… I cannot heal." He explained calmly, pointing to the ugly mark on Ethan's face.

Ethan looked down to his reflection on the water and despite the blur that his image is on there, he could see the scar Ho-Oh was talking about. That nasty cut the Rainbow Rocket woman slashed on his semblance, a mark that goes from his cheek apple all the way down to the side of his chin.

He ran two fingers over that mark, trying to feel how his skin has changed. Despite the ugly look that things have, it has no feeling at the touch. Giving a tired shrug, Ethan took his hand away and looked over to the mighty Pokémon. "It's okay… I will take this as a reward for being stupid."

Ho-Oh gave just one understanding nod, and then his mood changed rather rapidly.

"What is the guardian of Johto doing so far away from his land?" He asked with deadly seriousness.

"Doing a favor for a friend. The plan was to come here kick an old and stubborn ass, and then I would head right back home." He raised both arms, pointed at his face with one hand. "As you can see, things didn't turn out that simple. Anyway, I am glad you missed me so much that you came looking for me."

"An erroneous assumption of yours. Even if you were dying, I would not come over here because of you." Ho-Oh replied with a certain degree of annoyance at his guardian's sass. "I came here to give you a warning. Palkia and Dialga are together in one plane once again. Someone brought those two over to this land."

"Palkia and Dialga?" Ethan dropped his playful act. "Those are… Damn, I should remember this. It's right here, at the tip of my tongue."

"Leave Hoenn." Ho-Oh said shortly to Ethan surprise. Not once Ho-Oh has given such a direct order to his guardian. "That is what I want of you, leave this place and go back to Johto at once." Focusing his gaze at the golden eyes of the young champion, Ho-Oh waited for a few moments in silence, letting Ethan respond, something that he did not do. "If you choose to stay, I have another mission for you."

At that, Ethan raised his gaze back to the legendary bird's eyes. "Not again…" He complained in a soft whisper.

"Should someone open the way to the other world. Should Giratina once again enter our plane of existence..." Ho-Oh paused, closing his red eyes for a brief second. "Make sure to push it back inside whatever dark hole it comes from. Should you fail at that… this world will know the wrath of something that is pure evil."

"Wait; hold on for a second there. If this Giratina is so bad and evil and scary. Why the hell don't YOU push it back?" Ethan jumped from his sitting form, his naked body flashing out of the steaming waters. "I mean, you're way stronger than I am or even Lugia. Care to help a little for once?"

Ho-Oh chuckled at the clear defiance of his guardian. He hates to explain himself more than once and hates even more insubordination. But then again, he gave his gift to this human, is only a given that he has the courage to stand up against the mighty legendary.

"I gave you my warning. The choice of what to do, that remains within your grasp." His rainbow feathers began to gather its lost sparkle, the phoenix body slowly regaining its giant form. "Don't throw your life away Ethan, whatever your choice is." With that said, Ho-Oh spread his wings far wide and with one explosive feathered flap, the jolted to the sky, disappearing behind the orange clouds.

"Again? AGAIN?!" Ethan shouted, cursing at the heavens with his fist clenched. "You lazy bastard, DO YOUR JOB YOURSELF FOR ONCE!" Railed up in frustration, he let his body fall backward, his back splashing on the hot spring. "Come on man… I just wanted to have some fun."

Sitting quietly with his back against the damaged building of the Pokémon Gymnasium, Spiegel watched as the citizen of Lavaridge took back their town and rejoiced in their regained freedom. The silent savior of the city stood there for what seems like hours, he watched Looker and Max taking away the criminals he himself had knocked down, the duo of investigators probably working some way to lock the gang members in a secure place until their found a better option.

He also noticed how the people of this town flocked around the red-haired Gym Leader as if she was their mom or something. Anyone from the elderly to the children, they all came looking for Flannery whenever they had any doubts. And she gladly listened to all of them. Curiously enough, she would spare a glance or two at Spiegel's way whenever she could.

Just like right now, she is standing at the center of the busy town, three other trainers circling her, they all making such a ruckus and noises. But she is happily giving them attention, yet her eyes always find a way to divert away from the group and wander to the spot where Spiegel is sitting by himself. As their eyes met, she raises a hand giving him a smile and a wave.

"Who died?" Ethan's voice sounded from the right.

Spiegel at first frowned at the stupid question, throwing a warning glare to the incoming man. But as his eyes landed on Ethan, completely fine and walking all by himself. Spiegel raised an eyebrow. "How?" He asked.

"Who knew, those hot waters really heals you." Ethan replied with a goofy grin. After his 'healing' bath, he was once again, immensely bothered to wear something new and fresh, so now he is wearing a long grey kimono with wooden sandals.

Excusing himself the spot, Ethan sat down by Spiegel's side, not really minding the disapproving look he was getting.

"Sorry for that stuff in the desert, okay?" Ethan started again. "I lost my cool for a moment and pushed you to do something you didn't want to do." He played with the loose belt of his clothes, glancing sideways to the silent young man at his side. "But what I said before, I still stand by that. You're not a monster, that guy was."

"Doesn't matter anymore. Monster or not, that man is dead. So let's just drop it." Spiegel replied coldly, casting his gaze down to the ground.

Ethan turned his face to look at him properly, an apologetic smile on his lips. "Okay, subject dropped." He accepted the request; however, he is not done with their talk. "So, what should I call you? Because you're clearly not Brendan."

Spiegel darted his head upwards, giving a surprised look at Ethan. "How did you know?"

At that, reaction Ethan just chuckled and slapped his new friend's left arm. "You have his face, but your aura is completely different from his. I mean, is like white and black the difference between you two."

Not really understanding the meaning of those words, Spiegel just nodded. "Spiegel… My name is Spiegel."

"Spiegel, okay. So Spiegel, how come you have Brendan's face?" Ethan asked with hidden malice in his tone.

"Long story… But is not just the face. I have everything else too, or at least I thought so." Spiegel looked at his chest as if looking for something that he could really see. "But I guess I don't have his… Aura?"

"Long story, huh… Sure, I will not pry on something that you don't want to share." Ethan said, dropping any interest he had in the topic. But then again, his lips are still flashing a devious smirk. "Anyway, I need you to tell me something else. What is your deal with that girl there?" He pointed to Flannery.

Spiegel followed Ethan's finger. His eyes going from their spot all the way over to the red-haired woman. Once again, she is looking at him and their eyes met. She smiled again and waved. "N-Nothing…" Spiegel babbled out, this time feeling really conscious of her attention.

"Come on... I saw that hug you two shared before." Ethan saw how red Spiegel's face was getting and with that, he found a gold mine of entertainment. "Moreover, she glances at you like two times a minute. There's gotta have something going with you two."

"Nothing, okay?! We don't have anything, stop with the annoying questions." Spiegel cried out, throwing his arms in the air.

"Why not?" Ethan was not stopping anytime soon. "She is cute, isn't she? I mean, just look at her." He noticed that instead of looking at her Spiegel turned his head to the complete opposite way, which prompted Ethan to pinch his arm.

With a loud pained yelp, Spiegel glared back at Ethan, growling at him like an angered Pokémon. His animosity was met with a friendly smile and a pointing finger, twitching at a very specific direction. He sighed in defeat, slowly turning his head and gaze to the loud Gym-Leader and as his eyes landed on her figure, he began to notice a lot more than before.

Her hair is red, of course, the first thing that jumps to mind with that flashy style of hers. They are a beautiful mess that sprawl all over her back in a bushy ponytail. A full bang of hair cascades down from her forehead, masking her right eye under sparkly scarlet stands of hair. Her eyes, red like shining rubies, that carry within them a fiery passion and also a sweet innocence.

Going to the whole picture of Flannery is completely new wonder. Her body is tall and lean, her skin is pale and pretty, which gets a lot of attention due to her clothing choices. She wears a long black button-up shirt that has none of the buttons in their sockets, leaving more of her belly at view, but she also wears a small orange tank top, which of course hides her breasts, seeing that her shirt fails to do so. Her pants are also a work of art to anyone that looks at her, a pair of dark blue jeans that are as long as to reach the top of her black shoes, whoever they had huge gaps at the side, another fashion choice of hers, that shows a lot of her skin.

"Jeez man, need a napkin or something?" Ethan called out to his entranced companion. "You're drooling all over her."

Spiegel tore his gaze away from her, taking his eyes to anywhere that didn't have Flannery. His face going red as a tomato when Ethan pointed out how long he has been staring at her form.

Something that Flannery noticed too, seeing how red her own face is. Something that her friends teased her about it, pushing the poor girl to walk away and leave the group to their antics.

"See, she is good on the eye, no?" Ethan joked again, punching Spiegel on the arm.

"Why don't you go after her then?" Spiegel spat back, scowling at all the attention he is receiving from this person.

"Hm… that is an idea, no?" Ethan said, posing a finger under his chin. "Nah, I can't do that. I have my own red-haired waiting for me. And I'm kind with a bit of problem here. My pretty face is no so spotless as before."

"Whatever, just… stop."

"Hey, guys. What are we talking about?" As if just to spite Spiegel's existence, Max popped out from nowhere, taking a seat at his other free side.

"Hey, blondie. Glad you joined us, now you can help me with this." Ethan beamed to the newcomer; his smiling giving away all that Max needed to follow along with the champion's ploy. "Remember the cutie that is Gym Leader here? Won't you say that she has the hots for our friend here?"

Max glanced to Flannery, now talking with some people at the edge of town. "That girl, huh…" He eyed her some more, thinking hard and properly about the question, but soon enough his lips parted into a grin. "Totally. I noticed how much she keeps stealing glanced from you." He poked at the side of Spiegel's arm; all this poking and punching are driving him insane. "She is totally into you, champ."

"See!" Ethan cheered over happily.

Spiegel shrunk down against his standing knees, hiding his mouth against his pants. He mumbled a low ramble, frowning as he did so.

"What's that?" Ethan asked, poking him at the side again.

"She is not into me, dammit!" Spiegel lashed out, his voice coming a little to louder than he wanted, getting the attention of the other group of trainers that were just a little ago teasing Flannery because of him. "If… If she is even interested in someone, that someone is Brendan, not me…" He shrunk down against his knees, now more depressed than before.

Ethan and Max exchanged glances, they both feeling a bit down after Spiegel's outburst.

"I call it nonsense." Ethan said back. "She came to hug you, not Brendan. She was staring at you, not Brendan."

"He's right." Max jumped in. "I mean, sure you look like lover boy. But! Who was the one who saved her town, huh? Who was the one that came all the way here, so she could cry on his shoulder?" The blond officer didn't give the answer with words he pointed down at Spiegel and winked.

"That…" Spiegel began to talk by then froze, a long sigh escaping his lips.

"This may be heartless of me to say, but I will say it anyway." Max changed his tone of always friendly and playful to his rare serious persona. "You should give up on Zinnia. That feeling of yours will not lead you anywhere but getting hurt. If meeting a new girl is the way to jump out of that pain train, go for it."

While it hurt to hear that, it also rang truth to Spiegel's ears. He remembers how terrible he felt when she walked away, leaving him behind. How much it hurt when she choose Brendan over him. He didn't want to feel that miserable for his entire life.

Ethan who was shocked with eyes almost popping out, shook his head and grabbed Spiegel by his shoulder. "Y-yeah… I mean, is not cool to go after a lady that has her feeling for others. Come on." He stood up, pulling with him the downed and depresses Spiegel. "Give it a shot, just go there say hello and be nice." He pushed the young man forward with a light tap of his hands. "Shake her world, tiger."

The immense amount of cringe Spiegel felt as the entire city stared at him after Ethan yelled that. He wanted to die, right here and right now. Still, despite the utter humiliation of everyone watching his every step, he continued to walk forward, each step at time.

Flannery noticed him walking toward her, a bright smile appeared on his lips, her attention completely changing to the young man getting closer. The couple who was talking with the fiery Gym Leader shared a curious glance and both smiled, they waved their farewell to her and left her alone to speak with the handsome boy.

"BRENDAN!" Her voice almost pierced his eardrums. She tried to call him a friendly cool way, but her habit kicked in again, forcing her voice to storm out of her mouth. She noticed how he flinched a little, making a red line blush over her cheeks. "H-hi…"

"Hi…" He replied with a shy little smile.

"I have to say. I am SO GLAD that you showed up. I mean, we were holed up in that place for just a few hours and my mind was almost exploding with nerves." She beamed in happily, clapping both hands in front of her. "TO HAVE the champion himself coming to rescue us… I am so happy."

He smiled back, feeling somewhat guilty for not correcting her right away that he is not really the champion. But that pretty smile she gave him, pushed Spiegel to gulp down the truth for now. "And I am happy that I could help everyone. Those criminals are being a problem everywhere." He rubbed the back of his head as he tried his best to no glance anywhere that was not her face.

"I heard about that! They are SUUUCH bad people!" Flannery fired up, clenching her fists as he cursed those evil gang members. "I heard they took over Mauville, Rustboro and most of the major cities… That kind makes me even more glad that you chose to help us even with Hoenn like this."

"I… Yeah…" He stuttered in his words. The awkwardness on him was not due to discomfort or anything of the sort. Somehow, Spiegel is finding himself dazzled by this woman, well, everything. So much so, that he is finding hard to process anything to say to her. A little awkward silence was setting in between them but quickly was pushed away by a ridiculous loud whistle coming from the Gym's direction.

Spiegel turned his head to the noise's source, only to find Ethan glaring at him, both hands at his hips.

He changed his eyes away from the demanding man, taking their back to the curious woman glancing past him, at the pair staring at them from afar. "Don't pay attention to those two. They are crazy, like insane crazy." He said with hand hiding his mouth as if somehow those two would be able to read his lips.

Flannery looked back at him and laughed at his little act. "Brendan, you're going back now?" She asked with a hopeful gaze. "I MEAN, you SHOULD stay and join the little celebration we're doing tonight." She held her hands together, looking at him with expecting eyes.

That's it, Spiegel cannot deny how much she affects him. It is as if everything this woman does is cute in his eyes, even her occasional explosive voice. He smiled genuinely, no awkwardness this time. "That would be really nice." He replied.

"NICE! YEAH, THAT WOULD BE NICE!" Flannery went full explosion this time, her face beaming with happiness. "I will see you later tonight." She leaned in and hugged him again, now quickly pulling back. "Thanks again, Brendan." With that, she dashed onwards to her group of friends, leaving a dumbstruck Spiegel behind.

"Nice job, green leaf. She was all smiles and giggles as she ran past us." With some sort of sorcery only those two know about, Ethan and Max immediately appeared behind the poor soul. Ethan was the first one to say something, hugging Spiegel by his neck and shuffling his hair.

"Shut up…" Spiegel replied, sucking up a bit on how startled he got by those two. Still, he is now smiling together with them. Maybe this meeting new people is not so bad after all.

Zinnia stared at the closed door, she fidgets her fingers in front of her. She wants so badly to knock, yet her hands would not move. But, the little Whismur standing next to her is not so patient. Aster with no ceremony or shame knocked more than six times at the door, at each knock, the sound got louder than before.

"Aster!" Zinnia whined looking down to her little girl.

"Mur?" Aster looked back to her, not getting why her mom was upset.

"Coming!" A sweet voice sounded from inside, a feminine one.

Zinnia went stiff and pale as the door opened. A friendly looking older woman greeted her with a welcoming smile.

"Yes?" She asked the tanned girl.

"Is Brendan here?" Zinnia asked with the shyest and tamed voice she has ever used.

"Well, yes. My darling little boy has come home today." The older woman beaming with happiness, her cheeks puffing as her smile grew even larger. "But excuse me, er…"

"Zinnia."

"Zinnia, heh. Sorry, but Brendan is really tired today. I know he is really famous now, but he is receiving visitors."

"Ah... No. I." Zinnia stuttered, confusion Brendan's mother with her broken sentence.

"That is Brendan's girlfriend." A deep and stern voice sounded from behind the happy looking woman.

"Darling?" She looked back to her husband, surprised to see him there and by what he said. "Girlfriend?" The woman looked back at Zinnia as if she has turned into a different person. "Oh my. Come in, please!" She grabbed the draconid girl by the arm, pulling her inside the house and leaving Norman to close the door.

Zinnia felt slightly uncomfortable with the free touchy way that woman is being with her. Still any restrictions she had entering this house melted away when they reached the living room and found Brendan sitting on the large couch with a little baby in his arms.

"Zinnia?" He looked at her in total surprise.

"Hey…" She responded with a short wave.

"Brendan! Why didn't you told me you have a girlfriend?" His mother hissed at the poor oblivious man. "I almost made a fool out of myself and not let her in. Oh, look dear, that is Brendan little sister. My little girl July." She presented Zinnia to the sleeping baby on Brendan's arms. Ever the mother owl, she always shines with happiness at the sight of that little girl.

Aster, again with little reservation, run right at Brendan, jumping on top of the couch.

"She is yours?!" She asked Brendan with a curious voice. The little pink ball jumped up and down, trying to take a look at July's face.

Brendan smiled at Aster antics. He bent over and lowered his arms, letting them rest on top of his legs. "This is my baby sister, say hi Aster."

"Hi…" Aster nudged closer to July, feeling the softness of the baby skin she squealed like any girl would do. "She is cute."

At that, Brendan laughed to his heart content.

"That little Whismur is yours?" Brendan's mother asked in a rhetorical way. "She is so friendly and cute."

Zinnia giggled at the praise over her small furball. "Aster… She is my little girl." Her response made the older woman look at her and give an understanding smile.

"She is our little girl." Brendan corrected, making Zinnia blush and his mother squeal in delight.

"Love, let the kids have some time together." Norman announced as he came back to the living room. "Brendan, you can let July sleep on the couch. We will watch over her."

"Okay, dad." As for his father suggestion, Brendan stood up and turned around, carefully placing his sleeping sister on the soft pillows. "Aster, can you watch my sister for us?" He asked Aster with a cooing whisper.

Aster jumped with joy, the little Pokémon moved closer and sat right next to July.

"Look at her. She is the sweetest pink ball I've ever seen." Brendan's mother leaned down and kissed Aster head, making the little Pokémon cry out happily, still ever so committed to watching over the sleeping baby.

Taking Zinnia by her hand, Brendan took her to the long hallway, guiding her to his old bedroom. At the background, they could hear Brendan's mother squealing, as she watched their hands paired together.

Getting in and closing the door behind them. Brendan took a sit on his old bed, Zinnia just chose to stand in front of him, looking at him.

"I thought you would wait for me in Ever Grande." He asked her with a tilted eyebrow.

"I was waiting for you… until I couldn't wait anymore." She said with a little sad frown. "I wanted to see you."

"I am glad that you came." Brendan responded with a calm voice. He took her hand up, kissing it in a warm way.

"What are you thinking about?" Zinnia looked at him with an inquiring pose. "Your face is all tensed and your shoulders are stiff… What is in your mind, Brendan?"

Brendan sighed, letting go of her hand. "I was thinking about… him." He said with a grimace. "The things he said… I cannot take out of my head."

Zinnia didn't say anything. Even if she knew what to say it would probably make things worse as for how complicated this matter is.

"You know, at the time I just ignored everything and focused all in hating him for any reason I could. But…" He took both hands to his head; clearly, this ordeal is taking a huge toll on him too. "Now, after all that. I took some time to think about it. I imagined if I was him, if I was out there, loving you and knowing that I would never have you. That is cruel."

Something in what he said rubbed wrong with Zinnia. "What now? You want to share me with him?" She asked with poison coated words. Even if she finds outrageous Brendan of all people thinking like this, she cannot help but feel dirty by her own comment, taking into account what she has done before behind his back.

"No. Never!" Brendan cried out, taking both of her hands with his. "I would never… share you with anyone. I rather die than do something as stupid as that." He sighed deeply in frustration, frustration with his useless delusions.

TOUCHY-TOUCHY ALERT! That thing I talked about in the notes. So if this is not your thing, no need to go further down than here.

With a light push of his arm, Brendan pulled his girlfriend to him. While he put little strength on the motion, Zinnia came crashing on top of him, forcing both of them to lie down on the soft mattress.

"Hey, you…" She cooed sweetly, her arm breath grazing against his neck.

Brendan held her tighter, pressing her body against him and then he rolled both of their body, switching their position. "Hey…" Taking his right hand over to her left cheek, stroking and caressing the soft of her skin. His touch making her purr in delight. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

She giggled happily under him. "Someone is feeling a bit touchy." She brushed the tip of her thumb against his lower lip. Brendan closed his eyes, leaning closer to her hand, letting her skin graze all over his jawline. "Brendan." Zinnia called his name with nothing but tenderness in her voice, her red eyes glossing with the sight of his face. "I love you."

If Brendan had any restrictions left holding him, they are all but gone now. He grabbed her hand, pressing her arm against the white bed sheet. At first, his lips only tickled against the softness of her own lips, and then he continued with little pecks and quick kisses. Zinnia giggled again, feeling delighted by his arm. Suddenly his little kisses changed to more deep and passionate ones, rushing such a powerful wave of feeling down on her, that Zinnia could not help herself but close her eyes and moan against his lips.

As much warmth and joy those kisses gave him, Brendan wanted more, his body wanted more. He pressed his hips against hers, pushing her legs aside with one of his. Zinnia groaned for a moment when he parted his upper body away from him, but that was just for a moment. Adjusting himself to better explore her wonders, Brendan quickly came down on her again, pressing his lips yet again onto hers.

His tongue pushed and moved on their kiss, Zinnia smiled at his eagerness and opened her mouth to let him have his way. In that, their tongues locked themselves in a trance, a magical dance of their own, trading their taste with one another, trading their care for each other, trading love between them at each movement.

Zinnia completely lost herself for a moment, her mind blacked out and her body slightly limp. She could only be focused on his taste, on his lips. Kissing and licking, she explored the entirety of his mouth as if this is their first time sharing a kiss, she continued going, moaning and sucking, until a firm touch under his skin made her gasp and pull away.

"Brendan…" She tried to sound serious in her words, but the softness of her voice betrayed her. "What are you doing?" Her eyes traveled down, glancing at the bump under her shirt. In their heated exchange, Brendan slid his right hand under the fabric of her shirt, pressing his fingers in a tight hold of her left breast. "W-we can't do this here… You parents are just in the other room." She warned him in a worried tone.

Brendan, who hadn't stopped his kissing only changed its location down to her neck, groaned in complain, his hand squeezing, even more, her soft mound. "You don't want to?" He glanced up, eyes pleading like a little puppy who really, really, wanted to play.

Under those eyes, Zinnia bit her lower lip, wanting nothing more than to ravish this man like no tomorrow. "But… what if they come in here." She gave the closed door at the other side of the room a wary look.

Brendan shook his head negatively, burying his face down against her shoulder. "They won't." He replied dryly. "No parents would walk in their son's room while he is with his girlfriend." He gave a quick reasoning, before sliding down over her body and changing his attention over to the tip of her shirt. With a lustful grin, he took both of his hands over to the black colored fabric and began to pull her shirt up, ever so slowly.

The way he is stripping her top is somewhat frustrating in a good way. Zinnia is scared of being found naked with her lover, but she also wants him to tear her clothes away and do so much more. Brendan choosing to torture her by casually pulling her shirt up, making sure to scrape every bit of her sided with it, is not helping her nerves.

Deciding to finally release Zinnia of that delightful frustration, Brendan pulled the entire thing out, carefully and caring, making sure to not hurt her face at the act. He tossed the piece of clothing on the floor and took his eyes to her form, most precisely to her large and alluring mounds.

In her boyish manner and with the loose shirts she uses most of the time, those things make a deceiving conception about her body. Brendan already knows that she has large breasts but seeing them, even hidden behind that black-laced bra, he always feels surprised and in awe of how big they really are.

"Really... How lucky can I be?" He said playfully, taking a smirk out of his girl.

His right hand went forward, grasping her left breast. His fingers pressed and rubbed on her, he clicked his tongue by feeling her through another layer of annoying fabric. With that, his hand traveled down and sunk behind it, finally touching her bare skin, grazing on her softness, pinching on the stiff part of her nipple. The jolt that action sent up her body, made Zinnia moan somewhat louder, stronger.

"Brendan…" She whispered his name, taking her hand to the back of his hand and rubbing them on his hair.

Her voice gave away how turned on she truly is, serving only to push Brendan even more in his certainties. Tired of fighting against that pesky bra all the time for space, he moved both hands to her back, casually opening and taking them out. Freed of that hindrance, Brendan made sure to focus back on her soft breasts. He pressed, rubbed and pinched to his heart content, making her moan, hiss and sigh in pleasure. Although his heart content of pressing, rubbing and pinching quickly filled up. He wants more, so much more. His head leaned in, his lips latching on her right nipple, sucking as passionate as they could.

Zinnia looked down at him with a contented smile, rubbing her hands even more on the back of his head. Then she jumped, letting out a bit too much of her voice. He bit her, his teeth sunk fairly rough on her stiffness, while he put no real strength in his bite, it was enough to make Zinnia jump in surprise. He licked the stinging spot, knowing that it would make her feel even better and it did. She basked in the pleasure of his tongue rubbing against the marked spot, she bit her lips and licked her lips, then she yelped even louder when he bit her yet again.

"Brendan!" She gave a soft slap on his back, making him chuckle and resume with his soft caress.

While Brendan continued to suck and kiss at her breasts, now paying attention to both of them. His hands went on an adventure of their own. They traveled down, running carefully on her skin, feeling each little spot of her firm body. His right hand split ways from its journey partner on the height of her bellybutton, drifting quietly but lovingly to the side of her hip, pressing her even closer to him. His left hand, on the other hand, more adventures, more daring; continued its journey down and bellow. Going past the line of her waist, his fingers grazed ever so teasingly on her skin, making round lines in its way, pressing and rubbing until it finally landed on the inner side of her left thigh.

He was never someone to pay attention to clothing; he barely did to his own. But man he sure is glad for Zinnia's fashion choices. Her black shirt, of course of little importance now that is laying on the ground, but the dark grey shorts ever so tight that she is using is like a blessing in disguise. He can feel up to her most intimate place without much problem, better yet, with hos close the fabric is pressing against her skin, he can feel each little twitch and tremble that she lets out under his caress. Drawing lines along the seam of her shorts, he fingers went round and about, feeling every bit of her lower body until they landed on a specific part, taking a louder pleasured groan from her.

Zinnia shivered under his various touches. His mouth was driving her crazy on her breasts and now his hands, mostly the left one, was pushing her to the brink of losing herself entirely. However, that was enough! She had enough of being pushed around and doing nothing. Biting her lips a bit more harshly than before, Zinnia got a hold of her senses, taking her hands up and pressing them onto Brendan's chest. While she wanted to tease him as much as he was teasing her, she had no patience left after all that. So instead of going slowly and around in her caress, Zinnia grabbed the lower end of Brendan's shirt and forced him to stand. With a quick swoop, she yanked the white thing away from his body and tossed it to who knows where.

She gave a long and dirty stare at his form, her eyes traveling from his broad shoulders down to his defined abdomen. It can't be helped, looking at those defined abs, those stern muscles, she had to lick her lips as he ran her fingers over that six-pack.

Brendan chuckled at the look she was receiving from his lover. A moment before, she was moaning with closed eyes, so shyly trembling under his every touch. Now, she is pressing herself onto him, beckoning him to go further to crave more. And that he did.

He placed a kiss on the tip of her left breast, then a quick one on the right, going down in a trail of kissed at the soft skin of her belly. His right hand finally joined down with the left one, both taking hold of what is left of her clothes and carefully pulling them out. Fully stripping the woman he loves, Brendan paused for a moment to appreciate her beauty.

He first landed eyes on her large mounds, now all glossy and wet from his stay there. Then he glanced down to her belly, soft and yet firm, a perfect mixture of her form that allures him so much. Finally, he looked down her waist, to her firmly-muscled thighs and a bit upwards onto her exposed intimate are; Her lower lips a bit chubby and gleaming with her wetness, above the few and thin hairs of her crotch are cute as any part of her. "So pretty." He whistled almost unintentionally.

She blushed violently under his gaze and praise. The tanned color of her face getting redder and brighter, as her eyes shifted to the side to avoid his devouring gaze.

'Cute' Brendan grinned. How can the crazy woman that challenged everything head-on, can be this cute, cute as a shy and reserved girl. He wondered the mysteries of his lover as he leaned down onto her crotch. His invading tongue surprise her, his wet and exploring tongue made Zinnia clench her teeth, toes twitching and arms going up to the support of his bed. She was about to scream loudly in pleasure, her voice ready to burst and announce to the world how much she is loving this, but she held on, betting her lips and closing her eyes shut.

As Brendan relentlessly continued to eat away at her private area, Zinnia clapped both hands on top of her mouth. She pressed hard against her lips, releasing muffled moans of pure ecstasy. Even without looking, she can visualize everything down there; his tongue going around and exploring the sides of her lower lips, his hot breath grazing on her sensitive skin, the soft but almost unbearable nibbles he would casually give on her most sensitive spot.

It is too much, if she could freely release her pleasure through her voice, she would be able to hold on and enjoy his touch. Like this, closing her eyes, holding her voice, losing herself to him without control of her body. Zinnia could not express joy in the normal ways she would normally do; calling his name, moaning as loud as he wanted, scratching the firm spot of his back, all of that taken away of her. But with the pleasure pilling on, it has only one way to relieve itself, to pour itself out onto the world. So with her body arching up, her hands flying down to the sheets and nails digging deep on those white sheets, she came.

A bittersweet taste flooded his senses; her taste came rushing to Brendan's mouth. He noticed how violently she shook against his bed, how a muffled scream echoed inside the room, but only in his room, as she did her best to let anyone hear her. Brendan pulled himself away from her, staring at his girl, panting and sweating. He smiled in triumph, seeing how much she felt it this time.

But now, he has a problem of his own, his own lust has awakened as furious as never before. His stiff member tugging at his loose pants, begging for some action. And oh, how much Brendan wants that action as well, but he knows he can't, not now so suddenly. While he did roll his pants and underwear down his legs, said member flopping happily in the air, he remained calm and went up, kissing Zinnia in the cheeks.

"I will start now, okay?" He whispered softly against her ear. Still breathing heavily, but smiling ever so brightly, Zinnia looked down at him and nodded.

Brendan put two of his fingers inside his mouth, making sure to lick and soak them properly. He then scooted down to his previous position, spreading her legs properly and holding one thigh with his free, non-licked hand, taking the other to her entrance. How much Brendan wanted to just go in and devour Zinnia without relent, to let his self-control go away and bask in pure pleasure, but he knows better than that. He knows how different her body is, how much care he needs to put in preparing her first, as for the tightness of her properly adjust to his size.

He slid the first finger in, slowly, rubbing the sides of her inner walls. Zinnia groaned again, sliding her head to the side as she closed her eyes. Brendan continued to rub, push and pull, making enough escape for the second one to go in. As he pushed his second finger inside, she flinched and gasped. Her inside wrapping themselves around his warm, it stung for a little while, growing used to so much feeling her up, but as he gently waited, patiently caressed her insides, she felt relieved and the tightness loosing up bit by bit.

Zinnia looked down at Brendan, she looked at him with teary eyes, roguish breathing. His smile made her feel butterflies inside her stomach, every time they share their time together, at each loving session, he shows how much he cares about her, how much patience he has in making sure that she will never hurt. She smiled back at him, a lone tear dripping down from one of her cheeks, and nodded from him to go on.

Getting her consent, Brendan pulled his fingers away from her. He took a deep breath and moved closer to her; pushing her legs a bit more spread, he pressed his tip on her entrance. His right hand went up searching for her right hand, he locked their fingers together, squeezing her hand and she squeezed back. His hip pressed forward, his tip pushing its way inside of her. Zinnia gasped as his length invaded her, she greeted her teeth, feeling a rush of pain as she is being spread open from inside.

Her caring and warm hand -hug changed to a pained and forceful squish of Brendan's hand. She groaned quietly as he continued to go in, his member filling her more than she could fit normally, her body making way even if painfully as her lover went inside of her. The base of his stiff member finally touched her entrance, his hips resting against her butt. She gasped again, feeling some sort of relief knowing that he was now all inside of her.

Brendan leaned in on her, pressing a light kiss on her lips. "Sorry…" He whispered with a saddened grimace.

"It's okay… It's not your fault." Zinnia pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. "You can move now."

Caressing her cheeks one more time, Brendan began to give in to his whims, yet ever so slowly. He pulled himself back all the way to the tip and then carefully pressed forward, going as deep as he could. He waited a few seconds and then did the same movement again. At each new sequence that he made, Zinnia was less and less showing signs of pain and moaning ever so more in pleasure. At the tenth thrust of his, Brendan started to increase his pace, his hips now hitting against the soft of her bottom. The clapping sounds of their bodies clashing onto one another a bit altered by the moist sounds of her previous orgasm still wetting her legs.

The torture of not being able to let her voice out while Brendan licked her down there was difficult to endure, but to hold her voice now is just impossible for Zinnia. "B-Brenda… Brendan!" She is raising her voice more and more, in the midst of pleasured moans and surprised gasps, she keeps calling his name louder and louder. She knows she can't do that, but how can't she not, taking so much on her, receiving so much love from her lover, her voice has already created a life of its own. As a last resource in her desperate situation, she clawed her hands at the skin of his back, nails going at deep as to draw a line red on him; she pulled Brendan in, locking their lips together in a wild and heated kiss.

As his back stings by her ever-growing scratch on him, Brendan increased the pace of his thrusts, his mind going blank about almost anything else; the only clear thought floating inside is the continuous calling of his name as Zinnia continues to rush the words in between kisses. He felt it coming, his body getting hotter and hotter, is lower body just hammering away without any reprise. Yet he also felt how Zinnia began to thrust by her own, mimicking and matching his pace, her waist squirming under him as if she was on fire. He had to hold on a bit longer, he deepened his kiss by sucking on her tongue and grasping the back of his body with both hands.

Zinnia jolted away from their heated exchange of tongues, she quivered and trembled; she felt a thundering sound coming from within, so as her body released its orgasm a second time, she sunk her teeth onto Brendan's shoulder and screamed against his bleeding skin.

Brendan, felt a sting of pain flaring up above his right arm. This new sensation pushing him over the edge as he leaned his head down, pressing his chin on to her back. He came inside her at the same time as she came because of him.

The strength of his body leaving him, Brendan crashed on top of his lover. Breathing rapidly to take back his breath, he nuzzled against her hair and then kissed her cheek. Zinnia purred quietly under his kiss, feeling so good that she could probably hit her climax again just by his touch and caress. She hummed happily and glanced at him laying at her side, their bodies still connected.

"Brendan…" She called out to him with a sweet as candy voice. "I love you."

He chuckled happily at her words. Brendan pushed himself away from the mattress just enough to look properly at her face. He leaned over and planted two kissed on her lips, running one thumb over her cheek. "I love you more." He said in reply.

The draconid girl giggled and slapped his arm without much force. She then pulled him in a tight embrace and there they stayed for a long time. Enjoying each other, loving each other. For spending time so closely with the one they love, makes everything else worth living.

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Mr MogiGaming chapter 27 . Sep 11- Spiegel is starting to change. He is not a "Brendan" anymore. That is bound happen, the confusion and confliction in his mind.

And yeah... I needed to make Rayquaza a bit too next level compared to the other two for two reasons. First, he is needed to be that powerful or else Dilga and Palkia would just run over Hoenn taking the piss with everybody. And lastly, while Groudon and Kyogre have a "primal" form, Rayquaza has not. I know he has Mega and all that jazz, but is not the same. Because Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre are their real forms, Rayquaza is already in his real form. Anyway that is the reasoning.