To Zukone Tekarah: I tried to find your profile to message you back but i can't seem to find you anywhere... If there is a way you could tell me how to contact you that'd be awesome. But I must say I'm flattered that I inspire you in your writing and find it interesting as the entire reason I wrote this story was because I was inspired by someone else!

Here we go with chapter 6!

Before Hima knew it, it was autumn once again and he was starting a new year school. He sat down in class, looking around at all his classmates and their pokémon. He looked from the pokéballs on their belts to his own bare belt. One of the students -a girl by the name of Jessica- saw Hima sulking and walked over to him. "Hey Hima," she said smiling, "you okay?"

Hima turned away, saying, "I'm fine."

Jessica looked around and asked, "so do you have a pokémon?" Hima cringed. "Maybe a family pokémon?" she asked.

Hima looked at her and spoke after a little while, "a boldore and a palpitoad."

"Oh, so you do have pokémon, cool."

"No," he stopped her, "they're my parent's."

Hima could tell she felt sympathetic. "You want your own pokémon, don't you?" Hima turned away again. "Well maybe you can use your parent's pokémon? I think palpitoad is a cute pokémon," she said, trying to somehow cheer him up. The bell rang and she went to go sit down. "Talk to you later, maybe, Hima?"

Hima kept turning so she wouldn't see him blushing nervously. When he calmed down, he turned back around and saw a few guys staring at him. He tried not to look at them, but one of them leaned over to Hima and said, "So you don't have pokémon, huh? What kind of a loser doesn't have pokémon?" The others chuckled like stooges.

Hima thought of Mack, "I could be a trainer... couldn't I?"

Mack was practicing his jump kick on a tree, causing colorful leaves to fall down, when he heard gunfire. He panicked and accidentally tripped into the tree. He scrambled up and ran away in the direction opposite of where he thought he heard it coming from, as fast as he could. Suddenly, he bumped right into a druddigon. He stumbled back, dazed, looking up to see, "Kurt!"

Kurt leered down at Mack before grabbing him and lifting him up. Another distant bang got both their attentions. Kurt looked back at Mack, "You're lucky that isn't you." He held onto Mack and ran quickly to a safe location. "They're not hunting tranquill."

Mack went wide-eyed, "Are... are they?"

"Yes, Mack. They are." Mack worriedly tried running to the clearing, but was quickly swiped up. "No, Mack! Don't! There's nothing you can do." Mack thought of his mom and brother and started to tear up. "Now do you believe me?" Kurt forced Mack to look him in the eye. "No human can be trusted!"

Mack thought of Hima, "He couldn't be dangerous... could he?"

So I originally thought this would be a small maybe 6 or 7 chapter story... but now i'm looking at like 15 o.o So bear with me! Attention spans are appreciated! As well as reviews! So please do :]