Innocencia at Maturite (Innocence and Maturity)

Summary: This is a Tie-in prequel story with The Fantasy of Reality through the eyes of Remy Anima. After fleeing from his homeland, he began dreaming a mysterious cry from the echoes of his mind. Until, upon meeting the pokemon to their world, it rekindled his shattered soul back to life.

Chapter 4: Touring and Remotes

Timeline: 3 days before meeting Lucy. Day 4 at 8 am.

It was that morning again where both of us had breakfast. In all honesty, I find New Zealand's cuisine a bit odd. They are like a "take-out" or "to go" kind of food service dependent kind of food culture. Two days ago, I had no choice but to go to a shop and buy supplies for any of the meals that I could find and cook all on my own accord. I had to say that my sister has a sweet tooth mind. I even had to buy Ice Cream for dessert since she's shrugging me for the Ice cream after a test try. I have to do some training on her feeding habits. Even if I'm living like a child again, I still take responsibility for Cinna Mint's well-being. This morning, I cooked sunny side up eggs, some strips of bacon (6-8 strips), fruit salad, two glasses of milk and one cup of coffee (not for sister of course).

Here I was again enjoying another day with her. But ever since I got my Wii back last morning, trust me. She REALLY WANTS TO PLAY after telling her about my Wii during our bedtime last night. How could I say no to that? As much as I'd like to have a swing with her, I just played something easy enough for her to cope since she's too small to even hold a Wii Remote. Bad karma for her. We played New Super Mario Bros Wii … and she liked it. Of course I had to deal with the tough parts of the game. I find it funny whenever she whined at the enemies that defeated her and pouted at me. It was adorable.

If you think parenthood is easy, then my honest answer is no. But since she's a pokemon, I find it much easier. You know, my experience in the series gave me a lot to things to understand by heart. It may be hard for you to believe but for people who played the Pokemon series much more learned on how to deal with maternal responsibilities. You just need to have a deep imagination and sense to understand this hidden moral.

After an hour, I switched in my game for something healthier.

"Miiinn…" well, can't help but be disappointed for making her disappointed. I hate being a bad parent figure.

"Sorry sister. But do you want some morning exercises?" I asked.

"minn … cii .. no?" she wonders. My … audino (I dunno) what to do with her. She likes playing cute but I need to make sure that she doesn't act like a brat. Not my cup of tea.

After setting my Wii Sports CD, I continued my conversation with her, "Did you know that if we take some exercise, we can be livelier?" I said as I set it on to Tennis and play solo. I demonstrated to her on how to play it with a small stick. Gladly she appreciated it. But what I remember having fun with her was playing alongside her. I had to assist her on swinging a Wii remote in a Tennis game; just like a mom, or dad, helping the child with his/her first walk.

"I see you two are having so much fun." Turning around, I knew that voice.

"Morning Oscar! Have you received my first few pages of my short story last night?" I just gave it to him via email.

"Sure did. You gave a few hints about our cuisine being different and odd. Not to mention, the part where you decided to balance having a take-out order and home-made food." As he said that, his Smeargle came in with, waddya know, New York Classic Pizza. Very yummy lunch.

"Smear!" Very glad that he and my sister joined together in the dining room. You see, one part of my house has a painting place for Cinna Mint. Just the day before he left, they were painting her play house. Since both of them didn't finish it last time, they had to do it while I served some home-made fruit salad again.

At last, I gathered everyone and gave ourselves a feast. They were surprised (My sister knew that since yesterday) as to how I managed to cook some meals better than the basic restaurants he eats every day.

"What brings you here anyway sir?"

"Want a tour of my place and some others?" he proposed.

"Sure!" I replied before calling Cinna Mint. " Sister! You want to go outside for a field trip?"

"Minccino!" I bet that's a jolly yes. NOT THAT "YES! YES! YES! Guy" from WWE.

Of course, I decided to bring a bit of my cash in case something catches our eyes. Riding Oscar's van, we arrived at his business place. The lovely factor about it is that it would figure itself as a mansion with gardens. And yes, it was one pm when I arrived.

"Would you care writing another novel?" He asked.

"Just tell what you need." I said with a smile.

"Since … all of us have a pokemon partner for three days that came out of nowhere to us, how about you write your first novel about your partner?" Me and my pokemon? I took the nod.

"You meant my sister?" Cinna Mint hops back to me (if only I could jump like her) and rubbed her a bit on the chin. He giggled at our little 'interaction' before Oscar laid a hand at my shoulder.

"Remy. You should be thankful to whoever brought her to you. I've read both of your eyes this morning. You two are as close as true family. Perhaps, true siblinghood." Until, he whispered to her ear which I heard his secret well. "Take care of your big brother. He was a lonewolf with no friends before. You are the key that gave him life to his empty soul."

I did felt silent. Just … shocked. Was this because he sensed something from me? Or … was it talking about … his days with his deceased child? That resonates to both of us in a matter of only three days. Looking back, I felt so … different from my lost self.

Until he spoke, "You should write that. Maybe a bit extra more. For me to at least pay you, for now, a chapter per month will give you enough profit for a month and a half. You're new to this adulthood. And my business is still small. Just do what you do best. This is a new beginning for you."

Until I can see white smoke behind the building. It smells kinda nice. Even sister finds it nice. "Oscar, were hungry."

"Let's have some 'Maori hangi'." He said as we followed him.

"Maori … Han … jee?" I asked

"It's pronounced hung – ee. It's a steamed food cooked on the soil." As we arrived, oh my goodness he's right! How is it possible to cook something from the earth? I pondered but when I checked the food, I'm bizzared. This is something that the Pangasinenses, Illocanos, and Cebuanos don't usually cook ritualistically.

By now, we took ourselves a seat on stone chairs. There are plates, spoons and forks, and glasses of water set in the ground. I'm glad I managed to try out something new. Not bad for Zealand cuisine. Though I'm assuming she's omnivorous, she can eat a little meaty meal too, "Lesson learned. She's omnivorous." But she feeds herself more to fruits and veggies. I'm glad that I made the right choice to leave. To enjoy it with a true sister like my little Cinna mint, the minccino, it's something I'll forever cherish.