To Zukone Tekarah: I'm really flattered you enjoy my story so much and again I have to give credit to o-CrystalSakura-o for her story Friend Ball that inspired me. But I must say that it would probably be best to not say a friend code on such an easily accessible site. I usually post on weekends, yes. But honestly I post whenever I feel like it... which is usually weekends. Also about the comment you left on my oneshot... "it's her way of writing something," by "her" who are you reffering to?

On with the show!

Mack was making his way to Dragonspiral Tower, when two mienfoo dropped from a tree in front of him. "Where are you going?" one asked mockingly.

"Off to see that human again?" the other asked.

Mack hesitated. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said trying to walk past them.

The first mienfoo moved in Mack's way and said, "you know that you can't trust humans, right?"

The other circled Mack saying, "that human is gonna trick you. You'll learn the hard way that being friends with humans is bad for you."

Mack snapped, "He's not my friend!"

The first mienfoo grinned saying, "oh! So you mean there is a human?"

Mack growled, "shut up!" and jump kicked the mienfoo before running off.

The mienfoo called out, "You'll be sorry! You'll see! You can't trust humans!"

At the bridge, Mack was hoping that knowing a human would somehow help him with the problem of the hunters. He met up with Hima, just as usual. "Okay," Mack thought, "now if you really do have mind reading powers, then you'll know that I need your help. The hunters are going after season pokémon and I'm hoping there is something you can do about it!"

Hima was quiet for a while before finally saying, "The hunters are going after deerlings and sawsbucks."

"Okay," Mack said hopefully.

Hima continued, "I don't like it."

"Neither do I," Mack said expectantly.

"Dad," Hima said, "said he would talk to the hunters but that doesn't mean they'll all listen. And I might be able to do something about it myself-"

"Yes!" Mack got excited, "I knew you could help!"

"-If I became a pokémon trainer."

"Well then you shou-…" Mack paused. "Wait, what did you say?"

Hima explained, "A pokémon trainer can protest against the hunting if he uses the area for his training or feels that the specie's population is being threatened."

"Yeah that sounds nice," Mack thought uneasily, "but it sounds like fixing a bad thing with another."

"And I can be that trainer," Hima said, "But I don't have any pokemon or pokeballs of my own."

Mack rolled his eyes, "so I've noticed."

Hima sourly said, "my parents still don't want me to be a trainer yet."

"They sound smart."

Hima said, "They'd rather I use their pokemon."

"They sound like hypocrites."

"But," Hima admitted, "I want my own pokemon. A pokemon that I can feel is my friend, like other trainers feel with their pokemon."

Mack was confused, "how can you feel like friends with your pokemon? I thought training meant using them like tools. Is that some sort of sick joke?"

Hima began to perk up, "like I feel with you, Mack."

Mack blinked, "What?"

Hima smiled, "We're friends, aren't we?"

"We are?"Mack asked, surprised.

"And I want you to be my pokemon, Mack."

Mack was stunned, "me?"

Hima turned and saw Mack's reaction, "you don't want to?"

Mack started walking backwards, "the meinfoo were right... No! I'm not a slave! I'm not your pokemon! And… and I'm not your friend!" He ran back into the brush past the mienfoo who silently cackled to themselves.

Mack could hear Hima shouting, "Mack! Mack, wait!" What Mack didn't hear was, "Wait! …what did I do?"

So, what now? What do you guys think? I want to know! :]