Day 27: -Ethan's P.O.V.- 5 A.M.

A loud annoying knocking at my door woke me up from my sleep. I groaned and tried to ignore it, but alas, the knocking got louder and persistent. Grumbling I got up from my bed and walked downstairs towards the front door. I opened the door a little more forcefully than intended and glared at the familiar silhouette.

"Silver, what the hell do you want?! It's 5:02 AM damn it!" Silver glared with sleepy eyes.

"Shut up! Who the hell answers their door in only their boxers?!" Okay, which I completely forgot about. It's 5 AM, who can blame me?! Silver looked just as sluggish as I am. He was holding a sleeping Cyndaquil. I gave him a deadpanned/irritated expression, "You mean to tell me that you came when Cyndaquil was sleeping . . .!?" I growled through my teeth, I didn't want to wake my grandparents. Silver held his hands out to give me the sleeping fireball.

"Just shut up and take him. He wakes up sometime between 5:30 AM – 6:30 depending how tired he is." Damn! That early despite him being tired? I took the baby and gave him the same annoyed stare.

"Anything else," I hissed through my teeth. Silver walked back to Lyra's house. "Yeah, who the hell wears Marill boxers?"

I growled, "They're my favorite boxers, you asshole!" Silver only waved sleepily which pissed me off a little.

"I can see why. . ." Silver closed the door behind him at Lyra's house. This time I shouted out, "They're cool, okay?!"

I slammed the door and stormed up the stairs into my room. I placed Cyndaquil next to my spot in bed and climbed in. I exhaled an irritated sigh and looked at the curled up Pokémon. "I don't think he'll wake up that early." That fight yesterday was pretty energy draining. Give or take he'll wake up at 7 – 8 at earliest.

-8:45 A.M.-

I yawned and stretched. I sat up, scratching my head. Despite the annoying wake-up call this morning, I think I had a pretty good sleep. Cracking my back I looked at my side, to see that Cyndaquil was gone. I jumped out of bed and searched frantically all over my room. When I couldn't find him in my room, I ran out. 'Oh dear Arceus! Please please PLEASE let me find him safe and sound!'

I prayed and prayed and prayed as I ran around the house looking for the creature. Many thoughts ran through my mind of what would happen to me if I lost or found that baby dead. One of them would be that Lyra would never forgive me if not kill me. Silver would kill me. Hell! The entirety of her friends, his friends, and even my friends would kill me! Then Silver would have the right to say that watching this baby is very difficult.

I ran past the kitchen and abruptly stopped. Poking my head in quickly, I seen Meganium fixing up some food for the little baby as he sat on a high chair. I breathed a sigh of relief but nevertheless had a thought, 'Why the hell do we have a human baby high chair?'

I walked into the kitchen and they turned to look at me. Cyndaquil sniffed at me then covered his nose. He started saying something to Meganium, and then Meganium came to me and sniffed me as well. Same result, he quickly covered his nose with his vines. I was confused until I sniffed my breath.

'Oh shit. . .,' morning breath. Throughout this morning ordeal, I completely forgot to brush my teeth. I went upstairs in embarrassment so I could brush teeth and get ready for the morning. I was deciding whether it was safe to take Cyndaquil to the park to go visit Caterpie or to just stay home. Either or didn't sound very pleasant no matter which way you look at it.

-After Breakfast, Around 10:15 A.M.-

After some much heavy debating on whether to take Cyndaquil out or not, I decided to keep him in the house in the living room. That shouldn't be too bad right?

Everything was pretty normal. We all sat in front of the couch watching TV. We tried to watch a comedy movie; after all, laughter is good for the heart. It was a movie featuring a male Pikachu, a male Raichu, and a female Pikachu. Apparently the males wanted the girl, but in comical situations, they wind up arguing with each other or even playing pranks on each other. I snickered, 'Sounds like something Silver and I would do. . .'

Not that I like her or anything! We're good friends! But I AM kind of annoyed by the fact that she's dating a douchebag.

I lounged on the couch deep into my thoughts. Nothing broke me out of my state until I heard some heavy footsteps beating against the floor away from the house. Whipping my head around, the first thing I was looking for was Cyndaquil. 'Oh my ARRRRRG,' Cyndaquil was gone again! Even worse, the door was open. I ran like the wind out the door.

-Meganium's P.O.V.-

Cyndaquil! Come back here! You're going to be in very big trouble with your uncles!

I walked after the munchkin as he skipped out of the house. Cyndaquil brushed off my warning with a skip in every step.

Awww! But it's soo stuffy in there! I wanna go out and play!

I guess I couldn't really argue with that statement. All we were doing is watching TV and the show was getting to be a little tiring. Not that it was a bad movie, but it DOES get tiresome after watching about 3 TV episodes and a movie. But even so, after yesterday, I don't think it would be such a wise idea to let Cyndaquil run amok into the open. Although, would it be somewhat acceptable if I kept a close eye on him. . .?

Then Cyndaquil did something quite odd. He ran towards the lake and just sat there. I almost panicked for a minute thinking that he was going to fall in and get hurt. But he just sat there, almost dazed. Is this seriously normal for kids? I stood next to him, he was staring at the crystal clear water.

Something wrong, Cyndaquil? He continued to stare at the water as if his soul left his body. After a split minute of silence, he looks up at me. I couldn't read his expression.

Do I cause trouble to Uncle Silver, Uncle Feraligatr, Uncle Ethan, you, Aunty Lyra, and daddy?

That question shocked me a bit. Where the hell did this come from? I mean sure, he caused some heart-wrenching problems. . . Shit, I don't even know how to complete this sentence!

What makes you say that?

He gave me this softened look then turned to look past the lake. I sat next to him and waited for his response.

Everyone got worried or got hurt because of me. . . He started drawing circles in the dirt with his front. . . umm, paw? I always said I wanted to be like daddy. But daddy never caused this much trouble for a lot of humans. . .

I chuckled out loud. So you think. Cyndaquil looked at me with a curious look. I started to reminisce the days where we were starter Pokémon. Typhlosion was a Cyndaquil and I was still a Chikorita. Typlosion didn't necessarily cause problems, just. . . a lot of physical pain. He couldn't control his fire as well as some other Pokémon. In the end his wild fire, pardon the pun, became his greatest strength.

Your daddy used to cause a lot of physical pain to people. Not just people, even Pokémon. Cyndaquil looked surprised.

Really? Daddy was. . . mean?

I chuckled. No, your daddy wasn't mean. He was just. . . uncontrollable. His fire abilities were pretty low. He couldn't shoot flames to save his life. The fire went all around and almost and sometimes hurt others by accident.

Cyndaquil had a twinkly gaze. B-But daddy is so strong now. . . He looked down and began drawing circles again. Do you think I'll ever be like him. . .?

I smiled and patted his head. I think you'll grow up to be just as strong as him. Who knows, you may even be stronger than him if you really just try.

Cyndaquil gave me this hopeful look. Really. . .? I nodded with a cheerful smile on my face. He jumps up and bounced happily. That's it! I'm going to be the best Typhlosion ever! No, the BESTEST Pokémon ever! That way one day, I will be the same like daddy and I will be a worthy fighter in the Pokemon League!

I was about to cheer him on when we heard some raging footsteps coming towards us. We turned around quickly to see Ethan running towards us. He was running so fast that the large dust cloud was trailing after him. "CYNDAQUIIII-," oops. Ethan tripped and fell in the water. He made such a loud splash that it splashed all over us.

The water had me soaked to my large toes. I coughed up a little water and remembered, Cyndaquil!

I turned to look him, only to see him extremely weak. He was panting slowly but hard… Oh no…

Cyndaquil could die!