Episode 3

The next day, Green acted like yesterday's happenings were nothing attention-keeping, and ignored me throughout the whole PE class period.

During my history class with Blaine, I was trying my hardest to utilize my notetaking skills, and undoubtly failed. During his lecture on how the civilizations of the Pokemon era came to be, I was doodling my Prinplup using its Bubblebeam attack on a stone.

Sapphire tapped on my right shoulder. As I turned around, he whispered, "Hey, do ya got a pencil for me to borrow?"

"No."

"Come on pretty, pleaase may you allow me something to write with?"

"I know you, Stooge, you're not gonna write. You're gonna pick on me with a pencil. Use a crayon or something near you." I huffed, turning back and faced the front.

"Samantha, I NEED a pencil!" He whispered almost too loudly, fervently tapping on my shoulder again.

"For the second time-"

"I'll do ya a favor."

"Anything?"

"A kiss after class?"

"No!"

"Fine, what do you want me to do?"

"Leave me alone."

"Fine," he held out his hand, expecting my pencil.

I sighed and closed my eyes for a second. Finally, I dug through my backpack's front pocket and retrieved a pencil, and handed it to the blue haired boy.

"Thanks!"

"Don't mention it and keep quiet so I can listen to Mr. Blaine,"

"Lips zipped," his muffled voice showed that he was about to listen.

I rolled my eyes and began to actually pay attention to Blaine's stories of how Pokemon began to be tamed and taught to fight alongside with us to wage wars with "Clans."

"17 Main clans formed, the leaders carrying one Pokemon Type, 100 years after they were learned to be obeying. Leadership became as a known tradition. The Emperor, who had a lineage of all of the emperor's before him, had a Legendary to stand by him 700 years after Pokemon became our partners. The legendaries chose the certain person to rule over all of the Pokemon world, and each different legendary made sure that the lineage was kept pure and guared its emperor. The 16th Emperor's name was Kenshin, and the Pokemon that gave its trust to him was Mew, who was wise in his ways and chose him over his older brother, Masahiko.

He ruled with a firm but right hand on the land, and made sure that every move or choice he made was for the best of the land he entrusted himself to keep hold on. People looked up to him, and gave the man gifts to show their gratitude and appreciation. He was fair and kindhearted towards those who were devoted enough to follow his orders.

It was all peacful, until Masahiko decided that he was the rightful leader. His heart grew cold with hatred and despise of his younger brother.

Masahiko banded a group of 16 people, each a master of one type, and he, The Dragon Master, sought out Kyurem, the Pokemon believed to be the strongest Dragon type Pokemon in existence, and planned to take over all of the clans.

He succeded in befriending the legendary beast. Also, using his charismatic characteristics and persuasive words, the man built a large crowd to support him and stand by as witnesses. Those who stood strong with Kenshin were soon shunned by the followers of Masahiko. When he declared war against Kenshin, showing his younger brother the people who would stand against him, and called out Kyurem.

Shocked to find that all along, his older brother had such hatred against him, Kenshin refused to fight, and was called a coward. The people no longer believed in him, and abandoned their old Emperor to become frozen by the Kyurem's Icebeam. Mew escaped, teleporting to a forest a long ways away, in search of a hiding place, until someone brave enough would come along and rescue his master. Mew gave out a mournful wish, a wish that some day, a man or woman brave enough would rise to their height and defeat the evil ruler, who broke all of the promises he made and punished the people for not realizing that he was a true leader from the start. He froze those who tried to make a stand, and the land was lost and regret." Blaine was reading from an ancient book as thick as two bricks. He opened his mouth to read some more, but...

*Riiiiiiiiing!* the bell rang, making Blaine stop reading and dismiss the class.

I stood up, flicked the bangs out of my face, picked up my backpack, and headed out of class, Sapphire in tow, trying to pick on me. So much for "Leaving me alone."

Lunch time.

There was a choice of hamburgers and rice with broccoli, or hotdogs and soup with carrots.

I chose the former, not entirely interested in eating hotdogs. Sapphire was still behind me, picking at my hair and clothes, trying to find my anger point.

Millenda popped up in front of me, and kicked Sapphire's left shin. Hearing his *grunt*, she giggled and skipped away. I failed to supress a grateful smile. Frowning, he let out a huff, shook the hair out of his face and headed over to his table.

"Hello there," I heard Trent behind me, and as I turned, I could clearly see a smile on his face.

"Hey," I answered, grinning in return.

"What are you doing?" He cocked his head in question.

"What else? It's lunch time!" I giggled, my smirk getting bigger.

"Do ya want to sit alone together and hang out this lunch?"

"Sure," I agreed, and we decided to sit at a window seat, where all of the beautiful paintings were placed.

We chatted and ate, responding and asking questions, not being interrupted by another student nor friend nor anybody else. We were both crinky-eyed from our true smiles and both cracking jokes.

Lunch was ten minutes from being over when the two of us realized that we had class in fifteen minutes.

"I've got to head over to English," I somberly said, looking back to my new friend.

"I have Mathematics with Pryce," he replied in the same tone.

"Well, we can meet up after school, I guess?"

"That'd be great!" His grin spread from ear to ear, making his eyes light up with bluish, greenish specks.

I chuckled and began to lug my backpack to Brock's room.

We kept the promise and both went to the Food Court to chat on the benches outside, with the sunlight still out and autumn leaves blowing.

My Empoleon hoodie comforted me, and I learned that Trent kept a Houndoom at home, but brought his Mightyena because he needed someone to protect his only parent.

"Do you think our Pokemon would interact just like us?" I chuckled, fingering the minimized Pokeball in my sweater pocket.

"We just have to find out," the guy replied, giving me a half-smile that looked slightly cute, and stood tall, took out his own Pokeball, and called out his partner.

"Grrooo!" It shook its head, feeling nice to be free of the confines of a small place.

Beaming, I unleashed my Prinplup, and heard its "Prin-Prinplup!" cry of joy, and then confusion when it saw another Pokemon.

"Grr," The Mightyena let off a soft growl, and edged a little closer to my partner.

"Prinplup!" always the friendly type, he delightedly waddled toward the other Pokemon.

"Grroo!" the (I assume female, because the size of its tail) Pokemon yipped and nudged my Pokemon, and both ran off and romped together.

"That is so~o cute!" I squealed, basically jumping in my seat.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure they are going to be an interesting combination of pals," Trent smiled, and looked back at me. I fully noticed his structure for the first time.

His brown hair reached his chin, and covered his ears. His green-blue eyes twinkled in the sunlight, his overall body tone was moderate. His legs were long and looked like he had a lot of running in his previous years. When he smiled, it transformed his face from a slightly scared and befuddled tranfer student to a warm and fun guy.

I wonder why he came to school when he could've just went on an adventure just like other people when they were ten. Well, my mother didn't want me to get killed or anything like that. She sent me to this school before I realized that most Pokemon Trainers began their adventures at age ten. My mother never went on an adventure, she completed her education and pursued college. And I'm pretty sure she wants me to be safe and follow her footsteps.

I wonder why all of these other potential Pokemon Trainers came here? The same reason? Maybe not, but then again. There was Green. His Grandfather would have rather had him go on to the path of a wanderer and conduct research. Who knows?

Trent laughed at my dazed expression.

"What's going on in that mind of yours?" He asked, resting his hand on my shoulder.

"I was just thinking," I replied, blushing slightly.

"Oh well, what should we talk about now?"

"Well, I was wondering, why did you decide to come here and get an education when you could be a Pokemon Master by now?" I questioned lightly, knowing that it was a personal question.

"Well," he didn't seem troubled, and continued leisurely, "I wanted to learn more, before actually going out there, I felt like I had to be prepared, and when my father mentioned a school in the main region here, I took my chance. And here I am," his calm voice made my worry melt away, and allowed me to let out a breath.

"What's wrong?" He sounded slightly concerned.

"Oh, nothing important, I was just afraid that you would react harshly to such a personal question." I began to stare at my hands.

"Samantha, it's just fine," he leaned in closer to see my eyes. "It's nothing significant, I get that all the time here," I looked back at him, "and I gotta say, I trust you. It's more comfortable for me to talk to you than anybody else here," He confessed, and turned his head towards our Pokemon.

"They seem to be having fun," I commented, noting that it was getting slightly colder as we spoke.

"Should we head on over to the Lazy Cave?" He inquired.

"You know where the Lazy Cave is?"

"No, but I've heard it in a conversation behind me during English with Morty. Do you mind leading me to there?"

"It's great! We've go to hurry to save time!" I called my partner's name and so did Trent.

Pretty soon, we were nearly breathless from running the whole way.

"So, what's the most earliest memory you have of your childhood?" Trent lazily asked, playing with a ball.

"Well, one night, when, I think, I was about four or five, I think I met a legendary Pokemon," I started, and was interrupted. "Really? Which one? Are you sure?" he plundered my with his questions.

"Yes I'm pretty sure that I met one, and it was Mew. I was playing in my mother's garden one night, and heard a rustle. I checked out the noise and found Mew in a curled position, and looked like it was tired.

I didn't have exact knowledge of what else happened, but my mom told me that she found me asleep around a Pokemon nest, a half eaten berry in my hand, and she said that she was grateful that it was summer," I smiled shyly as I saw the look on his face.

"Wow," was all I could get out of the guy.

"It was probably just a dream, but I'm sure it could've been real, I mean, ever since, I've had this beauty mark here," I pointed to the Mew shaped dot at the base of my neck, "and mother said that she has never seen it before that night.

"Wow,"

"Do I have to revive you?" I kidded, and waved a hand in front of his face.

"I've never heard of someone meeting a legendary, except in that story we're reading in English," Trent finally responded, shaking his head.

"Do you mean the Emperor one? Yeah, that's the only occurence I know of also."

"Do you think-"

"No! We don't have emperors anymore, and beside, there were only male rulers, with their wives."

"Do you have any other siblings?"

"Yes, I have a younger sister, who went on her little adventure, without mom's consent." I slowly shook my head and closed my eyes for a second.

"She's doing great, but it worries my mom almost every night."

"Hmm.."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing mind blowing, hey! It's dinner time,"

I looked at the time.

"You're right, let's go,"

The song Battlefield was playing when I finally entered my room. Bertha was primping herself, Millenda was finishing up her homework (amazingly), Rosetta must've been out, and Adele was typing on her laptop.

"Hey girls," I breathed, and plopped onto my bed. Bertha ignored me and continued to slather too much lip gloss on her gleaming lips. Adele and Millenda must've not heard me, because they continued to do their simple activities without acknowledging my presence.

Oh well.

The rest of the day was just a blur, nothing much to remember.

Nightime was the same routine, with the exception of me getting a text from Trent. We exchanged phone numbers earlier, and I guess he was in no hurry:

Hey there, Samantha, what are you up to?

A slight smile escaped my lips.

Just got into my sleeping clothes, how about you?

I quickly typed, and suddenly remembered to brush my teeth.

*Ding!* The alert made sure I got a quick reply.

Nothing earth shattering, just finished brushing my teeth. How are you?

I spat and rinsed.

I'm doing great, and you?

*Ding* I'm doing just fine.

I ended up staying up later than usual, texting Trent and finally confessing that I was tired. He apologized for keeping me up so late and said goodnight. I said it was nothing too bad and also wished him goodnight.

I checked the clock time on my phone and realized that it was 3 AM.

I shut my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

Goodnight.

Episode 4

Trent and I formed a trustworthy friendship the next few days, and I eagerly got up each morning to speak with him. I quickly forgot about the routines I had to perform, or the Stooges, or the classes, or even Green. It was just "go through the day so there is someone to talk to" kind of motion.

We talked about everything: Pokemon, our dreams, our family (He's the only son), our favorite things, the normal things like that. We joked and laughed and basically bonded.

I forgot about all my boring inside comments of everyday things, since each morning brought a new topic to discuss about. It was all fun and games, just the two of us.

His Mightyena and my Prinplup became fast friends.

Eventually, we got to our recent past and relationships, nothing too serious.

He showed me a picture of his best friend, Bernhard, who was smiling at the camera while his arm was around Trent's.

"He looks...cool," not knowing any other word to say, I put in a lame comment.

"He IS cool, he's athletic, strong, and many girls over there like him," he chuckled and his shoulder rested against mine for a second.

"I'm sure girls go crazy for you too," I laughed, and stared at him.

"Eh, well I'm not too sure. They notice him a lot more than me." He scratched a spot on his head and let out a soft chuckle. "He was always the ladies' man."

"As bad as Green?" I lightly approached, and immediately regretted it.

"I would'nt say so, but it may look like it." He continued, not seeming to have been offended.

"Okay,"

"Have you had any other best friends or..."

"I have my roommates, and what was the or about?"

"Or... um.. I'm sorry, this is such a personal question: Have you had any boyfriends?"

The question stunned me, and at first I didn't know how to respond.

"Well, uh, I actually was pretty much a sheltered and reserved kind of person, due to my mother, and never really had a friend of the opposite sex until now." I confessed, blush dusting my cheeks and revealing my slight embarrassment.

"Did you have any girlfriends?"

"I have one right now, actually."

"Oh! Who is she?"

"You," He smiled.

"M-Me?"

"Yeah, I never actually had a friend that was a girl before, my friend always was just Bernhard." He acted like it was no big deal.

"Oh! I see now," I looked down, too ashamed to try correct him.

"Well, I have to go, I have a lot of homework today," He said, rubbing his forehead for a second.

"All right, I'll see ya tomorrow?" I questioned carefully.

"Sure, see ya!" He waved goodbye as he ran towards his dorm.

I just sat on the bench and thought for a while, and finally returned to my own room.

"Samantha! Long time no see!" Rosette squealed as she jumped and successfully allowed me to hit the floor.

"Owwwww," I groaned, and struggled to get up.

"I am soooooooo soorrrrry!" She bawled, and rushed to get me on my feet.

"Are you all right?" Adele asked, stiffling laughter.

"I'm fine," I grumbled, and headed over to my bed. I fished out my mug and green tea packet.

"I'm gonna go make some tea," I remarked, and smiled.

"I'll be back in a second."

"It better be ONE second!" Rosetta guffawed, and swiftly ran to her bunk and leaped onto it.

Nightime, and it was a lot more quiet, since Bertha sneaked out to meet with Green. Arceus, "young love" made you do the weirdest things.

*ding!* Hey Samantha? What's going on?

Same thing as every night, just laying in my bed, how about you, Trent?

Nothing noteworthy, just got into my pajamas.

Me: That's great.

Trent: You have such the funniest replies, I swear! It's fun to talk with you.

Me: I'm pretty sure, and it's equally awesome to speak with you too.

Trent: Well, are you planning to stay up tonight or go to sleep?

Me: I'd rather sleep, I'm pretty tired.

Trent: Oh, alright, Goodnight! Don't let Darkrai near and have Cresselia protect you!

Me: Same to you!

I clicked my phone off and rolled over. It didn't take too long to fall into a deep sleep.

Goodnight.

I remember dreaming about someone. I didn't clearly see the silhouette resemble anyone I know, but I could surely tell that it was at least an adult man.

He was behind me, frozen in an odd position, as if he was asking, or screaming, for help. The quiet made the air sound like there were five high pitch phones ringing.

I attempted to tune the annoying sound out, but to no avail.

I began to recognize the shape of the silhouette to be Kenshin, or at least I thought it was Kenshin. His arm was extended out, as if he were calling something. Or someone.

The dream world I resided in began to spin, and spirals appeared. I closed my eyes.

Gleaming red ones stared at the back of my eyelids.

Green was not fooling Red. The idiot's propaganda didn't paint the same picture for his best rival. The black haired guy just didn't understand why Green suddenly went after this new girl named Bertha. Red assumed that this Bertha was at least a Junior, if not a Senior. He didn't like her bleach blonde hair and most likely fake chest. And she stunk like a Skunktank drenched in perfume. Way too much perfume. Then the cake of makeup she spent an hour each day fluffing on. He knew, deep down, Green didn't care for this Bertha, and might have feelings for Sabrina. Or that Junior. He didn't know exactly, but he was going to find out.

It's Friday! Yay! Sweet, sweet Friday. The classes today didn't seem too cumbersome. The hundreds of other students didn't seem too much. Green's bantering didn't seem too bothersome. The only thing is, Green began to notice her budding friendship with Trent and didn't seem to like it. He began silently stalking me, it's kind of weird.

I just noticed him, desperately trying not to be seen, hiding behind an icecream cart. Trent's by my side, and stopped talking.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, you ceased asking my questions, so I wanted to know what you kept finding so interesting."

"I'm sorry, I just noticed Green hunching behind that cart over there."

"So you must be another of his followers huh?" He had a teasing tone covering sligtht jealousy.

"No! I just noticed seeing him following us!" I tried to reason, but it was too late.

"Green! Hey, how's it going?" He turned and caught the brunette in the act of trying to be normal.

"Yo, you German Junior! How's it going?" Playing it cool, as always.

"Nothing universally outstanding, with the exception of hanging out with such a fine girl like Samantha," his voice was gruffer, bordering on possessive.

"Oh really? Mind if I join?"

"Yes, actually, I DO mind. Very much."

"Too bad, it's on Sammie, right?" I heard a hint of a plea in his tone. I couldn't help but wait to see what could happen, even if I was very much befuddled.

"Uh, sure. Okay, Trent?"

I only got a resentful grunt from my friend. Fine.

Green lit up like a candle and gave his legendary half-smirk. What a doofus.

"So, Sammie, want an icecream cone? I'll pay," Green offered, gesturing to the cart.

"Samantha, I can go get you some popcorn from that consession stand over there, I know you absolutely LOVE popcorn," Trent countered, slightly puffing out his chest in pride of his knowledge of my favorite snack. Green glowered and his grin faded.

"Thanks, Trent, I'd love that." I replied quietly, feeling testosterone in the air.

When he left to go retrieve extra salted popcorn for me, Green grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

"Why didn't you tell me that you liked popcorn?" He demanded.

"Well, first, we've never hung out together, second, you've never taken your time to get to know me, and third, you don't ask people like that to learn about them." I huffed, grimacing in slight disgust. Green just stood there with his mouth agape, and blinked for several seconds.

"Here's your popcorn," Trent came by and his gaze rested on Green's hand on my forearm. He slowly handed me my bag of popcorn.

Green let go and turned away. He began walking. He never looked back.

"Thanks," I murmured and began to eat my food. I offered a piece, and watched Trent eat it. Painfully slowly.

"Did anything happen...when I went to go get you your food?" His voice became a little deeper.

"Nothing important happened, Trent. Seriously, what's wrong?" Annoyance tainted my tone.

"Nothing."

"If you're going to be acting like this, I'd rather go to my room and hang out with my friends." I declared, and was about to go when Trent called, "I'm sorry. I just felt like he was trespassing or something, I won't do it again."

"Trespassing? Do you mean that I'm your property?" My voice was getting an octave higher.

"No! I just feel like he was trying to steal you away from me-"

"I.. I don't belong to anybody, except for me."

"I'm sorry! I just feel like I need to protect you or something like that."

"I'm..I..I'm going to go to my room and...finish some homework." I finally blurted out, and turned. I left, not listening to his shouts.

I don't feel like saying anything more.

Goodnight, er Good day.