Coincidence or Fate

I made sure Pikachu was comfortable as I washed out his eyes, or rather staryu did. It's been a full hour since it started with my Pokémon all resting under the shade of a tree behind me as I listened to the tale of the great Minamoto and her team Sahashi, Roland, and Amber. It's been quite amazing to hear the tale of the great Poké Tower Heist in such a way. Apparently, it was one of Team Rocket's greatest cash grabs in their history during the time of this Boss Mama lady they brought up. While I don't care too much for the "bad guys" of the story I'll have to give respect and praise to something so amazing. I mean, I'm shocked that these two easily jumped into doing what I say so easily. I just simply asked for a story and they easily told it to me.

The story was really cool I didn't expect Team Green to use mostly Ratata for surveillance via the air ducts and a single ghastly with dream eater to selectively wipe the memories of certain guards or targets they had to silence during. I didn't know that there were two more teams on the job with the ones on the news escaping as decoy. It was a nice story and made me wonder on how I can use my Pokémon as well for later. If Team Rocket are anything its innovated when push comes to shove and the big catch is on the line.

Speaking of which.

I reached into my vest and pulled out my Pokédex. I logged my findings on the Pokémon I've captured same with seen during my trek through this forest. It wouldn't yield much because most of it is common knowledge but having two Team Rocket agents will.

I noticed that James was a bit anxious and projected his nervousness with ease. He didn't seem to like the forest much for some reason. I dare say he gives the impression of being more comfortable in a clearing away from the trees more than anything. It's more dangerous to be in the open though for anyone or anything. With the bird pokémon flying around overhead ready and willing to rip someone apart or worse those bugs I'd rather be concealed by the trees and foliage. The beedrill above seem to be more active for some reason or another. I'd like to think its because we happened to be in their territory, but I know that's wishful thinking. It's because of the alpha female weedle that I've captured that's more than likely supposed to be the next queen. Gosh dang it I knew that weedle was too strong and too different to be normal. Pikachu and Ace both attacked it and it took them down.

It's strong, large, and violent. It was protective of it's other weedle and the Beedrill above are hounding me. My luck has gotten so much worse as of late though the pay off of having a queen candidate though is too much to resist.

Jessie is strange. I can practically feel the weight on her shoulders. When I look into her eyes I see a bit of my mom in them. Not the vanity and ego, which both are masks to shield her heart from everything else, but more the pressure and exceptions. I look into her eyes and I want to see more. I was tempted to take her by the cheeks and use my Aura to do it but that's rude. Lucario told me not to dive into another's soul without permission. If I was psychic I'd just read their mind, but sadly I'm not capable of that. I noticed her eyes flying towards Pikachu and Ace in the shade every now and again.

"Hey twerp you need to us neo-pressent on your Pikachu if you have any in the first aid kit of yours." I looked up from Pikachu. I looked into her eyes with my aura and found confidence in her words. She knows what she's talking about and I don' t. What I've done is what I've learned from Ranger academy. It's basic first aid but nothing extravagant. Somehow Jessie knows more then maybe she can help.

"What do you know exactly," I asked with my eyes narrowed.

"That red eyes aren't normal," she said first with a nervous tone.

I blinked a bit and her aura faded away from my sight. "Sorry. I'm not used to not using my aura sight." I reached for my hat to the side and put it on my head. It would normally shadow my eyes from view so nothing could see my eyes unless they were below me. I'm so used to using my Aura all the time to see through the unseen. I sighed a bit and rubbed my head. I really wish Yancy was here right now. I want to see her velvety red-brown hair and her smile. I want to hear her soft words again. She's the nicest girl I've ever known. I'm thinking she's not too far behind me now that I think of it. I saw her aura on my way out same with Rick and Gany or was if Gerick. I forget sometimes. Well Yancy is behind me somewhere so I could wait for her arrival.

"Aura?" James questioned me.

"Don't worry about it," I shot my attention towards him and he winced a bit. Once he backed off I turned back to Jessie. "What do you know about nursing pokémon? You're trained," I stated. I could see it in her eyes. The way she scanned Pikachu and even Ace. I could see it in the manner she checked over James for injuries once he started limping from my Brick Break kick to his leg and sleeper hold. He's lucky I didn't put the aura into my attacks else I might have fractured something. Lucario taught me better than to use lethal attacks against the undeserving. Same with Prof. Oak. He wouldn't like it if I hurt someone for little reason than ignorance.

"Yeah you can say that," she said vaguely.

"If you can help Pikachu or Ace get better care," I announced as I stood up to my feet. I grabbed my first aid kit I bought from the last town and placed it before her. "Help them if you know how," I told her.

"And what's in it for me?" Jessie got smug with me suddenly. I narrowed my eyes fiercely as my patience waned. I have a ton of it but not enough to fathom what I'm hearing right now. Jessie though just smiled at me. "Listen twerp we might be your little servants right now but think about who here the adult is and who's the kid. Kids," she corrected with a giggle once she gave Misty a look over.

"Better than a hag," Misty muttered under her breath. I could understand her clearly which is why a smile softly cursed my lips, but thankfully not Jessie. I know how females get when you insult their most prized possessions: their age, figure, face, status, and relationships both past and present. When I saw mom's shows any man that said anything about those five things to the female's face they get slapped if they're male or their hair pulled when they're female. It's interesting and from what I've seen on television Jessie is one to two types of women. Both are egotistical but only one has a life of plenty and the other a life of struggle. The difference between the two branching paths is than one has high enough diligence obtain their dream. I'm going to assume that Jessie doesn't have that diligence. She's trained but still Team Rocket as a field agent. She's low in rank and going after small fish like me and beginner level pokémon centers. She's not going anywhere without someone to help her to that top… someone with ambition and forethought.

I mused at that thought for a moment. I've read tons of crime thrillers to have some good ideas of where someone with nothing to lose but everything to gain can go with the right direction. I tipped my hat a bit to shadow my eyes a bit more before gaining another smile. Well, more like a smirk.

"I know well enough who's the adult here and who are the kids," I agreed with her point. "But remember who's the better trainer and the better fighter." I reached for my knife to show them. "And who has a knife strong enough to cut through and Urasing skull," which I do know from experience. A camping trip with Lucario that went south really quick. I think he was looking for it now that I think of it. Aura Mastery and all that. While I can't project Aura like Lucario can I do have metal to show instead. The sun gleamed off my knife and flashed her in the eye.

"I… I see you're point," she grumbled with a sigh. "I'll help you're pokémon twerp."

"My name is Ash," I said before slamming my knife back in its black and red striped scabbard. "I'd appreciate it if you used my name instead Jessie. What do you think James?"

"Ah," was the most intelligent response he could make with the combined looks from Jessie, Misty, and I. "Well Jessie he…" Jessie narrowed her eyes at the man and he winced.

"Don't worry," I said sportingly with a hand on his shoulder. "Tell us what you think." He hesitated a bit to answer. Even I could feel the eyes from Jessie on him. I felt my aura flow through my hand to give him just a bit more courage. The man shouldn't be like this in the relationship whether romantic or platonic. That's what the books say about healthy relationships. Why does he let her have so much power? Is this normal for him between females? One way to find out. "Misty can you help me out?" I glanced her way next.

"Sure," she nodded. She climbed up to her feet and smiled at James. "I'd prefer it if you called me by my name you know? It's only right if we do the same… James," she paused a bit I think to remember his name.

"Uh, yeah I guess."

James disappointed me but lived up to my expectations though. Females have more control over him even Misty got him to give her a yes where I couldn't. Misty gave James a smile and bright thank you. She was putting on the girlish charm I've seen before when girls wanted something from the boys of my town and the small town over.

"No problem twer… I mean…"

"Misty," she introduced herself with her hand out.

"James stop making nice with them!" Jessie shot up to her feet and stomped down angrily.

"How about you get off it back instead," Misty came to his defense on her feet as well.

Jessie narrowed her eyes at Misty. "Sit down little girl before you get hurt," she sneered Misty.

"Hurt," Misty scoffed. "You just got destroyed and saved by someone little, big girl!" I think that was an insult but I'm not sure. Still Misty's childish response was effective in stimulating her to explode with negative emotions.

I winced when I noticed that I'm between the two of them with lightning flashing between both females. I saw this with my aura and gulped a bit. This is a very bad place to be right now. Slowly inching away out of the danger zone, I sat next to James as the kyogre and groudon before use looked ready to quake the very ground beneath our feet. Well as long as I'm here they can't get hands on. I'll make sure of that.

"Big girl huh? Stay on you level. It shouldn't be that hard for you," Miss Kyogre tried to drown Misty with a killer surf. She had her hand down illustrating how short Misty is.

"You mean being competent trainer that has a future? Sure, I'll stay on his level above you," Madam Groudon used a flame blast to erase that big wave with ease. Got in right in the status.

"Get your dimpled face out of here with that," Kyogre scoffed. "You don't know what I've done or been or about the world. In the street been young girls like you would be eaten alive," Kyogre used a vicious slam along with he facts against Groudon.

Misty doesn't know what Jessie means but I do. I've seen the shows and been to Ranger Academy. I had to learn how to respond to human on human acts but mostly theft. I read the adult studies on what happens after that is… sickening. Jessie has survived the underbelly of the world I'm sure meaning she probably witnessed what the worst of man has to offer.

"I don't use my past as an excuse to be mean to my partner though," Groudan just used a massive fire punch ending Kyogre back into the water. Her tone even was deep and harsh.

"How I treat James is perfectly fine so how about you stay out of it. You got your monster friend to worry about instead," Kyogre used surf to wash both of us guys back.

"Ladies, please! There's no need to…"

"Stay out of this!" They both yelled at him and James backed off.

"James is right," I said before standing up to my feet. "We have pokemon to nurse and…"

"Not right now Ash," Misty shot at me with her gaze on Jessie.

"That's right twerp," Jessie backed up Misty to force me to step back.

"How about I do get between you both," I stepped between them with my fist closed.

"Twerp, I…"

I was in front of Jessie with the speed of an Extreme Speed in front of her with my hand on her stomach. I kept my head down. "How about you help the pokémon that saved your life before I rocket it. No pun intended," I stressed hard with my hand trembling. I just need to step once and focus my aura through my stomach to my palm the knock her off her feet onto the ground. It'll hurt a lot. Lucario showed me how to manifest aura but I can't physically as of yet but using it for physical enhancement though can push a wobbuffet into a coma. That's not easy to do.

"Well, sure I guess," Kyogre backed off a bit from me after my sea splitting Thunder toasted her. I kicked my medkit towards her and pointed at it. Jessie picked it up slowly. Her walk to Ace first was heavy and solemn.

"Ha, that's what I…" I shot to Misty before she could finish.

"Misty, don't be so smug. You're better than that and you need to be ready. Raising your voice like that with Jessie attracts things. Things like that above us," I pointed upwards. Misty's eyes flew up and saw a couple Beedrill staring us down upon us. Misty winced moments from screaming like a girl… again. I reached up to her shoulder. "Calm down. Beedrill are drawn to colors of disgust and fear and right now you're experiencing both. Stay calm, make no sudden movements, and they'll leave. Now sit down at the tree next to Ace."

"Y-yeah okay," she stammered with a squeaky voice. With that she walked to the tree rigidly.

I looked up to the Beedrill above and waited. In time they lost interest and flew away.

"You're good at this. How long have you been a trainer," James asked vividly?

"Six days, 14 hours, and 12 minutes since I left my home in Pallet Town."

"You've been counting?" He asked.

Stupid question. Of course, I'm going to count how long I've been on my journey, left my training with Lucario, escaped the questions from the town, and more importantly been away from mama. Though I'm not telling him that. I need to start getting camp started with the sun moments from setting now. Night is coming fast.

"Come on James, let's go." I pulled my knife out from my scabbard.

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"We need food and to start camp. I'm going to hunt and could use your help." I said even though I don't really need his help that much. If anything, I could use a decoy. "It's what men do right. Support the girls," I gestured to them.

James smirked a bit. "Jessie darling never asks for my help."

"Shouldn't have to if what I've seen means anything. So lets go." I grabbed James by the collar and hoisted him up on his limping form. This is going to be interesting.

It was night time. I lost the entire day nursing my Pokémon with my limited supplies, dealing with James who can't hunt his way out of a paper bad fished out of the bottom of the ocean, and the girls throwing looks every which way.

Old man you told me exposing myself to them would help, but you forgot to mention how exhausting it is. A woman that can't control her emotions because of pride mixed with a girl that can't do the same because of her age makes this tricky. Poison is a tricky business as well. Jessie truly knows what she's doing. She even knew what she needed to make antidote for both of my pokemon from the herbs and berries she sent me out to find. At first I had no idea what she was talking about until she showed me. Nectacine happens to be a medical term for Dragon's Shoestring. Helis root is another name for ginger. Luckily, I have some in my spice case. Took a moment to translate but I got everything she needed. She knows her stuff and I'd like to learn a bit from her now that I have the chance.

"I don't like the dark," Misty muttered as she held herself for comfort.

I like the dark myself. It spells safety if you ask me so we sat in the darkness for I didn't light a fire near us. I made one at least twenty meters away from us. Team Rocket complained about this, but I told them if they wanted to rest by the fire I wouldn't stop them. Then I kicked them both in the legs to stop them from doing just that. Not hard just enough to hurt. The fire, the weedle I left thirty meters south of us, same with the cooking bird are bait and working well. Most of the Beedrill are hovering around their weedle. The fire is drawing in the bug pokémon same with the food luring in the small bird types. The larger ones are hovering around that and picking them off. A pokémon with a full stomach is a pokémon not interested in us.

Team Rocket sat against the same tree as me, in the cold but safe. Well, I'm not cold because I'm too busy warming up Pikachu and Ace the odd fashion way by via sharing body heat. Ace didn't suffer much poison and his fever has gone down an hour or so ago but he's still asleep. Jessie really worked well on these two. We washed out Pikachu's eyes of an hour until I was sure all the poison was gone and then some. Jessie used her own tonics to dull his pain same with save his eyes, which I'm thankful for. So far Pikachu had woken up three times but went right back to sleep after some back rubbing from me, Jessie's orders. I'm sort of relieved I didn't follow my first instinct to leave Team Rocket. If not for me right now they'd huddling around the fire turning into a beacon for every Pokémon in this area that I know eat humans. Misty still owes me that hug now that I think of it. But do I really want a hug from her. I'd rather get a hug from Jessie. At least she's pretty with a nice smile when it's not corrupted by sinister emotion.

Whatever though.

I'm done for today and told Misty if we are attacked again it's up to her to defend us. This was a defeat though. Pikachu and Ace are down leaving me weedle and caterpie. I played around with my Pokémon and this is what happened to them. I should've done more. I could've done more.

"Hey Ash." I looked up and spotted a dark silhouette above me.

"What?" I came off as snappy, but I wasn't in a good mood right now.

Misty got on her knees next to me and got in close. "What are you doing?" I asked her. I was a little busy right now. Too busy to comfort her.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and held my head to her chest. I felt my heart skip a beat for a moment, but that went away quickly. This surprised me that's for sure.

"I'm sorry Ash. I'm so sorry."

"Okay? I'm fine Misty so don't…"

"Ash. I know you're hurting and tired. Can you relax for a second. I owe you a hug anyway."

I didn't know what to think let alone say right now. This really came out of nowhere. What did she and Jessie talk about whilst I've been working to get everything set up? Whatever it was its made her moody like usual. Despite this my body responded to the truth behind those words. My body felt heavy, and I leaned into her embrace. Previously Misty was a slight distance away from me under another tree, but I guess she wanted to join me instead.

She sat down next to me, shifted Ace bit so he was in her lap as well, and pet Pikachu on his head. She persisted with having her arm around me and placing my head on her shoulder.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" I asked again.

"Whenever I was upset my sister would sit with me like this. I always felt calm afterwards," she confessed suddenly.

It's an interesting confession and is making me feel tired. I strangely feel as if I should just let go. That doesn't feel right though. My body is feeling strange, and I don't like strange. I sighed. "Don't do that," I rejected this feeling and what she was doing with a soft push away. I refused to see her expression. I didn't need to, to feel the hurt radiating off of her. She's offended that I rejected her in such a way and sad. It might me much more than that, but currently that's not my priority. Her feelings don't help these two get better. If anything it would steer my focus away from what's important. With this in mind I remained in my position.

"Hey Ash." Misty called me. Her tone lost a lot of it's energy from before.

"Yes," I exhaled.

"Why did you become a Pokémon trainer?" I shifted a little away from her at that question. "Sorry!" she said quickly. "Forget I asked."

"It's not like you asked anything immoral or invasive so don't worry." I tried to calm down those negative emotions from her body.

"Oh," she let her head drop a bit. "I'm still sorry for pestering you. You've been through…"

"Answer to your question," I quickly interrupted her from finishing that statement. "To earn my father's name and live up to his legacy." This confession of my own came out quietly. I don't like talking like this much but if it helps her stop feeling like this around me I'll make it happen.

"Your father's legacy?" She questioned.

"In Pallet town there are families that descend from great families. Families of either paladins, healers, commanders, and strategists. Blue, yellow, red, and green. All of these families are color coded and for my family on my dad's side our eyes turn when we are pushed, or so the legend goes."

"Your eyes turned red before," Misty noted. "You're a descendant of one of these four I guess? The red?"

"Yes, but my blood is mixed between that of two families. My mother is a part of a family, but from a different region. She's more a forgotten child than anything, I assume. But that's based on what I could understand at the time. My dad though is the last in line of Red. I take more after him and wish to continue the legacy, but I have to earn the name. Not like the others." I spat out.

"Others?"

"I'm not the only child of one of these families. Earning the Title of your family, being your color, is a show that you're destined for great things. You will accomplish what makes you great in the eyes of your peers, but that doesn't matter to me what they think. After my dad's time the title was given. The other three "earned' their colors, though I say this loosely. Their name was given to them because of the exploits of their father or mother."

I leaned back against the tree with a sigh. My eyes flowed upward to the stars above and the life around me became bright. "Yancy is very strong. The strongest girl that rivals me. She's the Blue after all."

"You like her?"

"Yeah. She was the only one that was nice to me. Rick isn't bad if a bit soft. Most blondes are I guess." Misty giggled a bit at that. "There's green with a ego the size of Poke Tower. Sometimes I wonder about him," I shook my head this time.

"But you're strong too Ash. You're unreal to do what you've done."

"Thank," I shrugged my shoulders. "I want to me like my dad and he struggled through life with nothing. He built everything himself same with my mom. Unlike the others my dad is only know as a war hero who never truly returned. I never took his title like that others. If I did I would've been harshly rejected on top of ridiculed by everyone in Pallet Town about it already."

"That what you?" Misty asked a bit confused.

"Ridiculed?" I tested and she just looked at me. "It means I was dismissed and everyone one unfair towards me. They'd ask me so many questions. Why didn't you live up to the expectations of your family like the rest? Why is your father missing? Did you know you bring shame to the name? You'll never live up to the Title of Red. I got sick of it!" I growled angrily.

I took a couple breathes and calm myself down. I'm getting out of hand right now, but I have so much I want to say. "I have the blood of a powerful commander in my body. I've abilities they others couldn't even dream of acquiring because of their sheltered and pampered lifestyle. I've survived, not lived, but survived everything thrown my way. I was sick of it all Sick of the whispers. Sick of the looks. It was to the point that I…" I couldn't finish. I let my head fall and felt my body tremble as the memories came back. The water, the talons, and the claws.

"You ran away didn't you?" Misty said while inching a bit closer. This time I didn't inch away as response. I didn't have the energy. "You felt that you had nowhere to go and no place that was safe. You ran away because it was the only thing that made sense at the time."

I nodded my head slowly. "I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran away. I went into the forest and thought I wouldn't come back out again… that is until I met my master."

"Your master?"

"He saw something in me and helped me. He taught me how to fight. He taught me how to see without my eyes. Trained me to be ever aware of my surroundings. He taught me how to understand Pokémon. He taught me that sometimes in this world "it's kill or be killed'. He treated me like an equal and never looked at me with distain. He taught me how to survive and see the true humility within Pokémon."

"Was your master a Pokémon?"

I smiled a bit. "Yeah. One that spoke to me with his mind through the power of the Aura. A Pokémon native to a region far from this one for some reason drawn to my town. I'm alive now because of him. I live to make something of myself and prove that I'm the son of Red. This is for me and nobody else." Independence and reliance on yourself and who you call family. No one else matters. Ones that banter about the past will corrupt your future if you listen. It's me and my Pokémon against the world out to bury us like they tried to bury my father.

I will not let that happen to me.

I will fight until I can no longer continue.

I will beat the storm.

"Hey Misty."

"Hm," she rested her head on top of my own a moment later. I was tempted to push her away because this still made me feel weird.

"I…"

"Yeah?" She looked up towards me. She gave me a strange look I've never seen from her before. I couldn't place it, but I lost my desire to push her away again.

"Nothing," I relented. I'm not willing to fight this right now. Maybe later. Though I am curious of her familiarity of the signs of a runaway. "You're a runaway too right?"

Misty went silent. I suppose she doesn't want to answer me.

"Yeah."

There we go. I cleared my throat a bit before continuing on. "Why did you leave home?"

Misty went silent a little engrossed in her own thoughts. "I'm the youngest of four sisters. For generations my family specialized in water Pokémon training and shows. We have like a giant aquarium with many Pokémon in it that belong to our family. My dad left to work sometime after my mom died… giving birth to me."

"Ah," I looked down at this.

"For a long time my sisters, who are not that much older than me than five years for the oldest, blamed me for the death of our mother and our dad abandoning us."

I blinked at this but remained silent.

"They called me a dirty mother killer once and most of the time never cooked for me. They blamed me for when we lost so much of our money and our house. They blamed me when they had to work from dusk till dawn in stupid shows to keep food in the table, if just barely. They blamed me even if my sister born before me spilled coffee on her dress. My middle sister seems to be sort of nice to me but not by much. She was distant and kept her words to herself the best she could, but I could see how she looked at me." Misty snort a bit as her emotions ran a bit rampant.

"It hurt as well. Being told this for years. Hearing them tell me I'd be better off gone. Hearing their screams, the arguing, and the bugs… everywhere." Misty snort. Her breathing picked up harshly with every word.

I felt something warm and wet touch my cheek. I didn't need to see to know that these happened to be tears.

"They called me ugly and wished they'd never saw me."

I grit my teeth as this and held her closer to me. "Well I'm content that I met you Misty. You've made life interesting."

"Ash?"

I pat her over the head like my mom did for me when I was upset. "And your sisters are stupid to blame you for something out of your control. Even more so by calling you ugly. Misty," I looked into her eyes and smiled. "I think you very cute." Misty snort and sobbed and bit. She wiped her cheeks and nodded. Even in the dark I could see she had a small smile in her lips. Misty is the first girl that has ever opened up to me like this. She basically placed her heart in my lap like those women in mom's shows. She's first that treated me like a person and held me accountable now that I think of it. Yancy is strong but our families are what tied us all together. Misty's aura is brightest I've seen since my mom. She's suffered but stayed strong and unwavering unlike many of the ones in Pallet Town. To hear this leaves a bad taste in my mouth that's for sure.

"Thanks Ash."

"No problem." I let my hand fall back down to Pikachu's back. "But, if this is why you don't wish to go home I can understand why not, but I think you should face your family though."

"I can't Ash."

"You can… because I'll be right there with you and if they say or do anything I don't like I'll beat them up," I simplified. I was told not to hit girls but girls in my opinion aren't like that. "No one messes with my friends and gets away with it."

"Thank you… Ash." I nodded and rested against the tree.

We're both not so different. Lucario always told me that there's a fine line between coincidence and fate. She pulled me out of that river and I was meant to take her bike. She was meant to meet me again, and I think our past could lead us to a future where we both get what we want. What we deserve. I've read stories about people like this. It ends one of two ways. Good end or bad end. Fear leads us to a bad end.

I reached for the pokèball on my side with that in mind. The one with weedle inside it and let it go. The spotted weedle appeared in front of me.

"Ash? What are you doing?" Misty sounded ready to run right now.

I placed a gentle hand on weedle's back and rubbed down along the hairs. "I don't blame a Pokémon for following its instincts." I pat weedle near its stinger. "And besides I need her to watch Team Rocket with a nice treat as reward later," I nodded at the weedle.

The weedle understood.

"By the way, you need a name don't you? You have one you'd like to be known by?"

"Skee."

"Fey?" Well, if that's what she wants. I pulled out my pokédex and entered the name when Fey's stats came up. Strong little gal matching her size and pretty old as well, nearing a year. It's weird it hasn't evolved yet. The standard if six to eight weeks. It's got a dote that's unlike any other so maybe it's a mutation. A recessive gene it got that most of its kind don't. No wonder it's to be queen. Most weedle evolve by now and to be queen in half a year, if they survive that long. It's poison is much more potent than normal as well. Even it's string shot has poison saturated in the silky material. It's not like any weedle I've ever met and will evolve in a way unfounded before.

I rose Meowth's ball but frowned. I set it down and instead released my Caterpie next and let it stand guard in front of me while Fey watched the two rockets with us. I rated my head back and closed my eyes.

"Hey tw…"

"Ash," I said to Jessie before she could finish. I got enough energy to stand up and stab her right now while I'm at my most vulnerable. I don't care either way.

"Ash," she corrected herself. "Tell your girl friend to suck it up," Jessie muttered dryly. "It doesn't get easier from here. Trust me," she promised in a unhappy tone. "Same with you kid. At least you have a mom and people that supported you. That's better than what I had."

"Of that I have no doubt with your attitude," I said back at her. While she's right in more ways than one I don't appreciate it right now. Maybe tomorrow morning but not right now.

"You're not wrong brat," Jessie said roughly. Insults are a defense mechanism her type use to shield her heart. "But we all deal with it cause we have no choice," Jessie finished before going silent.

"True statement," I said my piece after.

What is with us all? Are all of our stories one tragedy after the next? She's talking from experience. One I could probably relate to. She's implying much. Too much. I'm going to have to hear her story as well… maybe later though.

Definitely later.

A/N: My goodness what did I just write? Please tell me your thoughts on this.

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