Pokemon is owned by Satoshi Tajiri. I'm not him. If I were, then why would I be writing fan fics?

I've been getting the mood to write lately…

After this fic, I think I'm gonna start writing a Silent Hill story. (Owned by Konami, not me.)

Wait a second, I swear it was "Ryujin," but when I looked it up just in case, I got "Rugia…"

… I'll look it up in more than just one resource next time and then make edits.

…..

Is it even "Mariru?" I'll have to just use english Pokemon names at this rate!

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"Tomorrow, I have a day job. I might not be back until after two, but can I trust you to stay here?"

'Day job?' "Yeah… I guess so, if it's for my health…"

"I'm sorry I don't have much, but please stay in here."

Kenji looked at the floor. "Why are you worried about me?"

Why was he, he wasn't too sure. "I guess it's repayment for hurting your Mariru."

"Oh, he was just fine. Thank you, though."

"You thank me too much…"

"I don't believe that one can thank another too much."

"… Your welcome." Was all he could think to say.

"How long do you think I'm going to need to stay here…?"

"Anxious? A few more days… Maybe four to five depending on your condition. I can't escort you home, but I'm sure you know that…" He sighed. "I'm… Sorry. I guess I didn't think about the world and what would happen to me… I was being so selfish."

"You still are, it seems."

"Sorry… I don't really like people, or adults anyway… Well, most of them. It's a long story, though."

"We have time." Kenji asked curiously.

"I don't really want to think about it, let alone talk."

"Oh… I'm sorry."

"Um… Did you find what you were looking for?"

Kenji's eyes widen and he looked at Jirarudan. "How did you know that I was looking for something?"

"Well, first of all, you looked like you were looking for something, and if I recall correctly, you asked your Mariru if he found anything. Don't move your head around too quickly!"

"Oh… Right. 'Sorry for worrying you."

"Um… There's still a lot of food left for two…"

"…Thank you."

XxXxXx

Kenji has been staying with Jirarudan for three days now… They've gotten to know each other more and more every day.

Kenji head's now almost healed. Jirarudan thought it would be best to ask the question that was on his mind for a while now…

"What are you looking for, anyway?"

"Oh… It's a lamenated drawing…"

Slight pain shot through his chest. "Is your surname, by chance, Sketchet?"

Hearing this, Kenji shot up and shouted. "Do you have it? Where is it?"

Jirarudan grabbed the picture from under the matress. "I didn't want the wind or anything getting this."

Kenji snatched the drawing from his hands and examined it. It was his alright, still in good condition and everything. "Where did you…?" His expression is very cute.

"Outside by the river, under a tree I think."

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" …So cute…

"For what?"

"I dunno, just… I'm so glad I have it again!" So innocent…

Suddenly, a thought came to his head. "…Who said that you have it?" Kenji looked up at him with a confused face. So… "Not for free at least…" His face got close to Kenji's. What am I doing? "I'm not willing to give the drawing up for nothing…" He muttered. Soft…

He quickly slipped his tongue into the younger one's mouth. So long… It's been so long since he has had any contact with another human being, and this boy… He was so innocent, so kind, so opened minded… So worth it at this very second.

The boy under him made a noise out of surprise as soon as he realized what was going on. Jirarudan snapped out of it and pulled back. "I'm so sorry…"

"Uh…" Kenji's face was flushed. "Thank you for saving me!" He quickly said before leaving and running without turning back.