Author's Note:

Normally I have several chapters loaded but not added up, but this is the last chapter I loaded, so it will be the last one for a while.

Finals week is coming up and I have alot of stuff on my plate as of late. I will try to update soon, but please bare with me.

I have recently updated my profile with some more pictures of the characters Ricky and Conner, if you all are interested.

With that said, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 7

Shonna, Shonna, Shonna

"Here, Shonna, I got this for you." A guy in a cowboy hat with tight jeans said as he handed her a red rose pin. They were sitting in this sleigh, pulled by Shonna's blue Rapidash, and a regular one. "I thought it would look great on you."

"Oh, thank you, Travis." She said, pinning it on her coat.

"What is going on?" I asked, running up to the sleigh as she stepped off, falling into the goofy looking cowboy's arms.

"Watch out." He said in a sexy voice as their eyes met.

"Oh, Travis." I saw Shonna blush as she put her feet in the snow under her, walking inside a house.

I watched as she went inside, then the cowboy turned around, facing me. "Look here kid." He said, holding up a fist to my face. "She's mine, so you just run on outta' here. Ya' hear?"

"No." I said, looking at him. "Shonna is mine, MINE!" I ran to the door, pounding on it. "Shonna! Shonna!" I screamed, but no one answered. "Shonna!"

"She don't love you." The cowboy said again.

"You shut your mouth!" I screamed running over to the guy, punching him in the face.

"Oh, Shit!" Ricky screamed, waking me from my slumber. I opened my eyes, seeing my fist in the air and Ricky knelling down with his face in his hands, pouring blood on the ground. "Shit man! You try to wake some one up and they bust your nose! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I'm sorry." I said, rolling over. "It was a bad dream."

"No kidding." He said, grabbing a clean sock from his bag, plugging it up to his nose to catch the blood. "Man, if you can do that when you're sleeping, you must be one heck of a fighter."

"Lets just say that I grew up somewhere were I needed to know how to fight." I flopped over, seeing the moon threw the thick trees in the forest. "Do you know what time it is?"

"I don't know." Ricky said, checking his nose. "You're the one with the fancy bike, why don't you check?"

"No thanks." I said, standing up. "Well, I'm wide awake now."

"Pht…" He spat. "You're wide awake? That's good, now you wont be swinging punches. Seems like you only do that when you're asleep."

"Oh stop being a baby." I said, popping my back and neck. "I use to get one of those at least once a week. You need to toughen up."

"I'll show you 'toughen up'." He said, holding up a fist. I didn't anything, just looked at him out of the corner of my eye, which was enough to make him stop.

"I'm packing up." I said, rolling my sleeping bag back up. "If we leave now we should make it up to Goldenrod before day break."

"Yeah…"

* * *

When we arrived at the center in Goldenrod it was about 8am. Though it was early, the lights were so bright in this city that it looked like daylight, even though it was barely sunrise. It was also so loud here, due to the cars and people, that even in the pokecenter shower I could still hear the commotion coming through the walls. I always hated big cities. Too many people, too much noise, and it just wasn't my cup of tea.

After the shower I got dressed and headed into the lounge, still drying my thick brown hair with a towel. Ricky was sitting on the couch, watching the news on TV. There was some TV reporter on there, and she was in a town that looked very familiar.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked, pointing at the screen.

"Shh!" Ricky shushed as we both listened.

"I'm here in Violet City, where a murder has taken place in this bar." The woman pointed at a building behind her. "The closed sign was left on the door, leaving the dead bodies inside for days. Locals say it was strange for the 24-hour bar to be closed for days, but no one suspected anything strange until the smell of decomposition began to leak out."

"My God." I said, thinking that only a few days ago we were in that town.

"Quiet!" Ricky barked, turning up the TV.

"Inside this small bar was found three dead bodies. A woman, a man, and the owner, who was also the bartender. The killer has left close to no traces, but inspectors were able to find a few clues. The murders were made in the same manner as other recent killings located in Hoenn and Kanto. Inspectors claim that these murders do not mean that the Team Rocket serial killer is in Johto, but to make precautions, a new law has been put forth across the Johto region. The new law of "No switchblades" will be going into effect as of next week."

"Thank you, Anna." A newscaster said. "In other news, another Team Rocket hideout as been found. The former members of the now crumbling clan were questioned before being sent to jail."

"Stupid Rockets." Ricky spat. "I always hated those morons."

"Really?" I asked, looking at him as he got up. "I do too, but only because they are such scum. They ruined everything that was good in Kanto." I watched as Ricky started to walk into the hallway. "What about you? Why do you hate them?"

Ricky stopped, not turning to face me. "My father. Because of Team Rocket he was never there for me… he was always gone."

"Was he a cop?" I asked.

"No…" He paused. "But he was always chasing after them." He paused again, taking a deep breath. "And died because of it."

I didn't know what to say to that, I just looked at him as he turned to head down the hall again. "I'm sorry."

"It's cool." He threw up a hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm going for my turn in the showers, after that I'm going to hit up some of the clubs around here. You in for it?"

"No thanks." I turned back to the TV.

"Alright, suit yourself." He said, walking away. "But I wont be back til' late!"

"That's fine by me…" I grumbled, looking back to the TV.

"The tragic story of the new deadly strain of the Pokerus." A news lady said. "This is Diane Fletcher, bringing you this heartbreaking story from the heart of Sinnoh."

"Hmm." I smirked, looking at the screen. "Sinnoh… that's where I would have gone if I wasn't stupid."

"I am live at Solaceon Town, right outside of the Daycare Center that this strain of virus started."

I felt my heart skip as my breathing started to get heavier. "Solaceon Town?" That was where Shonna was from, and she works in a daycare center.

"Just yesterday a baby Chikorita was dropped out at this center. We have word that the small grass pokemon looked very sick, and was immediately taken to the Nurse Joy. Joy informed them that it was indeed the Pokerus, and that it only needed some rest. Sadly, the poor pokemon's condition worsened as it passed away during the night."

"Man." I said to myself. "I always heard the Pokerus was a good thing."

"Incidentally, the Chikorita was infected with a new strain of Pokerus, never before seen. A sample of this strain has been sent away for analyses. From what we know so far, this strain cause pokemon to become more powerful, but at the same time, deathly ill. This strain also didn't stop with the Chikorita, but also all the pokemon that were staying at the center have been infected." The lady paused as a blond hair girl ran out of the Pokemon Daycare behind her.

"Shonna!" I jumped up as she ran into the news lady.

"Ma'am!" The reporter stopped Shonna. "Could you tell us about the chain of events that have taken place here of over the past few days?"

"Get out of my way!" Shonna screamed. "I have to go! Move!" She pushed the news lady out of the way, bumping into the cameraman as she ran past. Shortly after a guy in a cowboy hat stepped up to them.

"I will be happy to answer any questions." He said calmly.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but some how this guy looked familiar. I watched as he answered everything the news lady asked. It looked so strange to me, he was wearing a pink bandana around his neck. Why on earth would a guy be wearing that? And why was he in the building with Shonna? And then it hit me. My dream that I had the night before, that was him! He was the one that helped Shonna off the sleigh. He was the one that said she hated me. He was the … other man.

I watched angrily as he kept talking about the center, about how this might put a damper on the business and how they have been quarantined. I walked over to the TV, kicking the power button on the receiver off. I grabbed my jacket, strapping my pokeballs on my belt, leaving the rest of my stuff in my room, beside my sleeping Pichu. I wouldn't be gone long, so it would be okay to leave him there for now. Locking the door, I headed out of the center. I needed some time to get away, to think about all of this.

"That stupid dream." I muttered, kicking a can into the crowded street. "If I had remembered to take my pill I would have never had that stupid dream." I stood still for a moment, sitting down on the bench beside me. "Lets just think about this." I said, not jumping to conclusions. "I'm sure that dream was just a coincidence, and that guy too. I mean, really." I sat up, looking to the clouds in the sky. "It has only been six months, I'm sure she didn't find a new guy this fast. I don't know, though." I then kept quite, thinking only to myself. She is really pretty, any guy would be lucky to have her. Never the less, she would never go for a country bumpkin like that. I chuckled, thinking about the pink handkerchief on the guy's neck.

"Yeah." I stood up. "I'm sure I'm just jumping to conclusions." Right then a pokeball on my belt shook.

"Scy!" Scyther stood in the crowd with his swords crossed.

"Ahhhh!" A woman in the crowd screamed as she ran away. No one else seemed to mind though, they just kept right on walking.

"Scyther, what are you doing out of your pokeball?" I questioned.

"Scy!" He lifted one of his swords to point into a store window. Inside was what looked like a coat made out of medal, perhaps for training purposes?

"Oh. Would you like one of those Scyther?"

"Scyther!" He smiled.

* * *

Conner adjusted his mask. He had been waiting behind the pokecenter in Godenrod for only a few minutes. He had trailed the pokemon master through the Ilex forest, undetected, and was ready for his next opportunity to get another pokemon. Before long the 'Indigo Champion' walked out of the center.

"Hmph." Conner grinned, pulling out his laptop as he stood. When Kyle was out of sight, he made his move. Casually he walked into the center, red cape drooped behind him. He spied the nurse joy in the back, fiddling with some paper work. He then looked around the center. Not a soul around. "Perfect."

Conner walked over to the PC, pulling the seat out and setting up his laptop. By now he already knew all the information needed get into Kyle's system, so hacking it was becoming faster and faster. The sad thing is, he couldn't see what pokemon Kyle had in his PC. Instead, he could only hack the pokemon he had seen Kyle use. It was quite tedious and annoying, especially because he knows Kyle has other pokemon, and they are not showing up.

His computer loaded when he noticed something different. There was something he had never seen before. It looked like Kyle had a message, from a Debbie Gray, requesting a transaction of pokemon.

Conner leaned back in the seat, putting a hand to his chin. "I think I understand." He said, copying the information from the sent e-mail. "What a brilliant idea, Kyle. Keeping your pokemon in two places at once. This information will come in handy."

* * *

Scyther and I walked into the building. We looked around for a bit, looking at all the metal coats hanging on display. They came in so many different shapes and sizes, most of which were a basic jacket with metal washers, bolts and chains sowed into the cloth.

"May I help you?" A store attendant came up to us.

"Yes." I said, turning to face her. "I would like to buy a Metal Coat for my Scyther."

"Scyther!" Scyther spread out his wings, pushing his arms into the air.

"Oh." She looked at Scyther. "It looks like he would be a size 18 in our standard fit." She walked in front of us. "Come along." We followed close behind as she led us into an aisle. She fumbled through some racks before bringing out a jacket covered in metal. The thing must have been heavy because she used a small crane hook that was attached to the ceiling to bring it over to Scyther. "Spread your arms." She said, sliding it over Scyther's swords.

"Watch out." I said as she held her hand on his sword. "I just sharpened those."

"Oh don't worry." She said with a smile. "This is some of the strongest cloth made. Your Scyther wont cut it."

"I really wasn't worried about the jacket, but okay."

When she finished she unzipped some of the zippers on the back, letting Scyther's wings flap free. She then went to the sleeves, unzipping some straps making the arms come just to the beginning of the swords.

"There you go." She smiled. "How does that feel?"

"Scyther…" He took a step, looking off balance.

"You will get use to it." They lady smiled. "It is a little over 200 pounds."

"What?!" I jumped. "Over 200 pounds?" I couldn't believe it. That was almost two times as much as I weighed.

"Yep." She smiled, looking back at me. "Your Scyther will be ready to trade anytime."

I looked at her strange. "What do you mean, trade?" I looked at Scyther who looked just as confused as I did.

"That is why you want to buy a metal coat, right?" She questioned, but when I didn't answer, she continued. "Well, it has recently been discovered that when certain pokemon are wearing coats made of metal and are traded, they evolve."

"Yeah, I heard about that." I added. "Onix into Steelix is one of them, if I'm not mistaken."

"Yes, and so are Scyther. When they are traded they turn into Scizors."

I smiled, turning to face Scyther. "I like my Scyther the way he is. I wouldn't trade him for the world." I turned back to her. "He wanted that coat for training, to become stronger."

"I see… well, I'm not one to question the customer." She led us to the cash register. The thing wasn't cheap, but it made Scyther happy, and that's all that matters.

We headed back to the pokecenter. I kept Scyther out of his ball until we got there, to let him get use to the new jacket. It looked like it would be very difficult to carry, but he was determined. I could see it in his face that even though it was hard, he was happy. I recalled him as I walked into the door and headed towards the PC. There was something that I had to do, something that I needed to do and have been putting off for a long time.

I turned on the button, pushing in my information. My mother sent me an e-mail saying that she would like me to transfer Scyther to her for testing. She said she wanted to monitor the effects of wild pokemon's friendship and how it grows. I really hated to give it up, but she did already transfer my Gyarados back, so I guess I couldn't hurt. Besides, I need to deposit one anyway so I can withdraw… someone. I removed the pokeball from my belt, placing it on the PC system, and clicking the transfer button. A spark came from the unit as the pokeball disappeared. I drug the mouse over to the small bird icon in the left side.

* * *

"Piii!" Pichu yawned. He leaned up in the bed; pushing the little blanket Alisa gave him away. The room was dark, very dark. The blinds were closed and the lights were off. Pichu knew that if he was scared he could use his spark to light the room, but he wasn't afraid of the dark. In fact, he wasn't scared of anything. He jumped up on the bed putting his little hands on his hips. "Pi-chu! I'm not scared! Kyle said I'm strong!" He turned his head to look around, something was strange about this, he didn't see Kyle anywhere. "Kyle?" His head sunk as he lifted up the pillow, then under the cover. "Where is Kyle?"

Suddenly his ear twitched. He looked to the door, where the sound came from. "Pi?" He tilted his head, watching as the door to the room opened slowly. A shadowy figure walked into the dark room.

Pichu's face turned white. "Piiiiiii…" He closed his eyes as he hid under the cover. He heard the footsteps come closer and closer. "Pi-chu!"

* * *

I pushed the key into the lock on the doorknob. I did feel bad about leaving the little guy when I left the center, but I didn't want to wake up. After all, Pichu usually wakes up about this time anyway, so with any luck he wouldn't even notice I was gone.

I slowly opened the door. The room was dark, but I could see something moving around on the bed. I smiled, knowing that Pichu was still asleep. The little rat was so cute when he slept. I walked over to the bed, placing a hand on the blanket, moving the cover to find Pichu covered in a yellow light.

"Chuuuu!" He screamed, letting loose a thunderbolt that went straight through me.

"Ahhh!" I screamed. "Pichu! Stop!"

When Pichu heard my voice the electricity stopped. He looked up at me sadly, and then started to tear up. "Piiiiiiiii!" He wailed as tears fell from his eyes.

"Oh… its okay." I said picking up the little mouse as he cried in my arms. "I know you didn't mean to." I could still feel the electricity spark when I walked across the floor. With every step a spark went from my foot to the ground, making me flinch. I could feel that my brown hair was standing up, as well as feel some shocks coming from it. When we stepped out into the hallway Pichu looked up at me, and his tears turned to a big laugh as he saw my hair.

"Pi-he-he!" He laughed, pointing at me.

"Yeah, I know." I said, trying to pat my hair back down. "That was quite a shock. But it wasn't you're fault, I shouldn't have left you in there." I smiled at him as he crawled up on my shoulder, then on my head, trying to get my hair to flatten out.

I walked down the hall, pounding on Ricky's door. "Hey, Rick?" But there was no answer. Once again I tried, but again, no answer. "Hmm… well, maybe he already left?"

"Pi?" Pichu tilted his head as he patted out the rest of my hair.

"Oh well," I smiled. "Lets go check with Nurse Joy."

We walked back into the main room, just about the same time as Nurse Joy did. "Hey joy."

"Yes?" She asked, walking behind the front counter.

"Could you check to see if Ricky checked out for me?"

"Last name?" She asked, flipping through some papers on a clipboard.

"I…" I paused. "I really don't know."

"Hmm…" She shuffled the papers around. "These peoples signatures are getting harder and harder to read."

"He was staying in room 113." I added. "Does that help?"

"Oh yes, 113." She let out a slight sigh. "Was his name Ricky? Mmm…" She moaned.

"A-hmm!" I coughed, trying to get her focus back. Good lord, does every women have an attraction to that guy?

"Oh umm, right." She straightened up. "Yes, the young man check out about thirty minutes ago, but he said he would be back tonight."

"Okay, thanks." I said as I started to head out the door.

"Mr. Gray." She spoke. "Would you like me to sign you out?"

I stopped, about to step out the door. I didn't write my full name on the sign in sheet. I turned to face her with a questioning look on my face. "How do you know my name?"

"Well… " She paused. "You are the world famous 'Pokemon Master'. I wouldn't be surprised if almost everyone in this town knows you. You might even be asked to be on our TV or radio channels."

I didn't say anything, not knowing if I should believe her or not. I had already walked around this city, and no one stopped me or asked if I was the 'Pokemon Master'. I guess it could be that it was just daybreak when I got out, but I didn't have time for this. This was the first time that Ricky was out of my hair; I needed to take advantage of this.

"So, Mr. Gray." Joy asked once more. "Would you like me to sign you out?"

"Nah." I walked out. "I'll be back… sometime."

I walked out of the city with Pichu on my shoulder. In the dim light of the morning I didn't really notice that I was in the downtown part of the city on my earlier walk, this time I could see though. The down town part was still pretty big, but it was nothing compared to the towering buildings that blocked out the sun like Mt. Moon did back home.

Pichu and I made our way back into the Ilex forest. The sun was quickly blocked out from the trees, and the noises of cars and people died down almost immediately. I checked around for a minute, making sure I didn't hear any footsteps or people talking. When I was sure we were the only ones in the forest I let out Arcanine, Quilava and Slugma beside me.

"Now listen." I spoke sternly to them. "I don't know how this pokemon will react to us, so I need you all here incase things get out of line." I then turned my head to Pichu on my shoulder. "That means you too, Pichu."

"Pi?" Pichu pointed at himself.

"Arcanine." I turned back to face him. "This is the reason why I taught you Heat Wave. If things get out of hand here, I want you to use that move." I then paused, holding the pokeball in my hand. "I don't think it will go crazy on me or anything, but I guess you can't be too careful in times like this."

As the pokeball opened a chill ran through the woods. It was as if someone just picked me up and shoved me into a freezer. Snow started to fall from the treetops as the light from the pokeball subsided, showing the giant blue bird in front of me.

"Bruuuu!" It screamed at me as it spread its wings, flapping snow at me with a Blizzard attack. I crossed my arms over my eyes to shield myself as Arcanine jumped in front of me.

"Raaaa!" He roared, emitting a wall of pure heat that blocked the attack and evaporated the snow instantly.

"Articuno!" I called out. "Please stop! I want to help you!"

"Help me?!" I heard a female voice call out. "Did you 'help me' when you let my home be destroyed?" The voice called again as Articuno flew up to the tree tops, shooting a beam of ice at me.

"Maa!" Slugma jumped in front of me, freezing as the beam struck him, but the ice quickly melted over his lava body. He fell to the ground, knocked out as the water sizzled his skin.

"Stop it, Articuno!" I cried out as I recalled Slugma. "Please! I'm sorry about your home, but you must understand, it wasn't me!"

"If not you, then who?" Articuno spoke. "Was it not you who trapped me in that ball? Was it not you who pulled me away from my home? Was it not you who kept me against my will? Is it not you're fault I am not free from these confining binds of humanity?"

"Please, listen!" I pleaded. "I captured you to protect you! A group of evil people called Team Rocket were the ones that broke into your home. They were the ones that made your island collapse. They were the ones that wanted your life." I paused, remembering back to that day. "They were the ones that died trying to capture you."

"Do not tell lies to me, boy!" Articuno landed in front of me, screaming. "Bruuuu!"

"I'm not lying! I…"

"I saw you!" She said. "While my home was falling to pieces you were the one that captured me! Tell me, were you not wearing the same clothes as the other people? The 'Team Rocket' you were speaking of."

My eyes opened wide as I remembered slipping into the Rocket Grunt's uniform. "I was in disguise!" I pleaded. "Please, I only want to help you."

She didn't say anything; instead she looked to Arcanine, who barked back at her, almost like they were talking. After a few seconds she spoke to me again. "You're slave seems to believe you, but I am not as foolish as most primitive pokemon."

"He's not my slave, he's my friend." I put a hand on Arcanines head. "They are all my friends. No, they are more than that, they are my family." Arcanine, Pichu, and Quilava turned to face me. "They are my family. They are all I have. I would never, ever, call them slaves."

Articuno stayed quite, looking back and forth to the three pokemon. "If you truly are as they say, then let me go free." She looked at me sternly.

"I can't do that."

"Why… NOT?!" She screamed, loud enough to shake snow clumps from the trees. "Bruuuuuu!"

"Because there are people out there that still want you!" I said. "Team Rocket is still out there, and even the mention of your name could have people killed." I paused thinking back to all those people that died… I guess, because of me. "There have been too many people that have died over you already…" I looked up to Articuno. "Please, understand. I don't want to hurt you, I want to help. I will let you go free if you want, but I can't right now, you are still in danger."

Her blue eyes shot straight through my soul. It was so weird and creepy, but at the same time, what did I expect? So far, this pokemon has changed the weather, spoke to me telepathically, and has sent some attacks that could kill me.

"Fine." She lowered down slowly, sitting on the ground instead of standing. "I do not know why I feel as if I should trust you, after all, you are a 'human' after all. But, your … 'family', does seem to share the same feelings as you." She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, to stare at me. "Also, do not think for one second that I will battle for you."

"I never wanted you to." I spoke softly. "I just want your safety. And, I felt you should know about what is going on."

She didn't speak.

"Please, something else." I asked. "Is the Laboratory that you have been kept at nice? Is it to your liking? Is there anything I can add in there to make you feel more at home?"

"It's fine. Now if we are done, put me back in that primitive containment system. After all, I am in 'grave danger'." She added with extreme sarcasm in her voice.

"Yeah." I lifted her ball, sucking her back inside. "Well… I guess that could have went better."

* * *

I went back into the pokecenter, this time, riding Arcanine through the doors. It was pretty funny to see the massive dog walking on the sidewalk, and all the people jumping to get out of the way.

I hopped off his back, putting him back in his pokeball as I laid it and the rest of them, with the exception of one, on the counter. "Could you heal them for me Nurse Joy?"

"Of course, Mr. Gray!" She beamed. "Its nice to see you again."

"Thanks." I nodded, walking over to the PC system as she put the pokeballs in the healing machine. I sat down, plugging in my information, and placing Articuno's pokeball on the deposit unit. The ball sparked and then disappeared. I sighed, rolling my mouse over my other pokemon. "Lets see. If I'm not mistaken the gym in this city is the famous Normal Type Gym. Yeah, I remember, it as the first Normal type gym that was created." I rolled the curser of the icons on my PC. I could get out Dragonite, but that might be overkill. Maybe Umbreon? Nah, not a good match up. I would use Scyther, but mom has him. Gyarados is almost useless in a gym, unless it is huge.

"Oh!" I laughed, almost smacking myself for missing this. "I have Primeape! That would give me a great advantage with him being a fighting type." I flipped through my PC boxes until I found the tiny monkey icon. I clicked on it, and drug it to the withdraw box. A spark flew from the PC system as my pokemon appeared in the withdraw unit.

"Oh my, oh my." I heard an elderly lady say as she walked into the Pokecenter. I didn't look at her, but I listened, making it look like I was doing something on the PC.

"What is it, Ruby?" Nurse Joy said, running to help the old lady inside the center.

"That poor daycare center in Solaceon Town." When she said this my heart sunk, remembering seeing Shonna. "That place is giving all daycare centers trouble, even ours."

"So have you and Calvin not had many customers?" Joy asked.

"Not many? We haven't had a one." She huffed, setting on the couch. "We have had lots of calls though, people worried that the daycare centers all over the world are in conspiracies with each other. I can't believe it, one daycare messes up, and it falls down on all of us."

The old women bickered for quite a while before she left, but I didn't pay her any mind. Now, she made me remember something else that I had to do. I started looking through the online phone book for Sinnoh. "Lets see, lets see. Search by town… Solaceon." The search started as a list of results came up. There were lots of names, but that wasn't what I was looking for.

"Limit Search?" The computer popped up.

"Umm… okay. Limit search to… Pokemon." When I typed those words in the computer spat out fewer results. "Pokecenter, no. Pokemart, no. Pokemon Newspaper, no. There we go!" I said, rolling my mouse over the call now button. Though, before I clicked, I wanted to make sure I was doing the right thing. How would I react? What if… she picked up? I closed my eyes, clicking the button. I heard a ring, and opened my eyes just in time to see an elderly lady on the monitor speaking back to me.

"Solaceon Town daycare center. This is Mary. How may I help you?" She said with a glum look on her face.

"Ma'am… I was wondering, is this the Pokemon Daycare Center that I heard about on the news?" I asked, already feeling a little better. I mean, I wanted to talk to Shonna, but… I don't even know how I would react if I saw her face again. If I were to talk to her… well, I wouldn't want it to be on the phone. What I want more than anything is to see her smile, or make her smile.

"Hmm…" The woman sighed. "If you want to slander our name like all the others did then-"

"No! No!" I said. "I would never do that. Why I called was to help. I noticed someone I…" I paused thinking of Shonna as she ran out of the Daycare Center. She did leave me. Maybe she doesn't want to have anything to do with me now. How would that make her feel knowing that I helped her? I don't want to make her mad or upset anymore than she already is with me.

"Sir?" Mary asked, making sure I was okay. I didn't notice, but I had stayed quiet for about five seconds or so.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry, my mind wonders a lot. Anyway," I continued. "I know how you're to be in a bind, and I would like to help."

"Alright, how so?" She asked.

"Well, I don't know. I don't have much to offer, and I am in another region. But," I put on a smile. "If you would let me I would like to donate some money to your center. Like I said, its not much, but it may help you get by when times get rough."

"Well, we haven't got to the point of taking donations yet." The woman said. "And I don't know how I feel about doing that."

"Then take it as a gift." I smiled. "Would this number be a good one to transfer the gift to?"

"Yes, that would be fine." She paused. "Thank you. Knowing there are still some good people in the world makes my heart warm."

"Oh, it's the least I could do…" For the woman that stole my heart and broke it. "I'll send it over right away."

"Thank you." She said as the phone clicked off.

I closed out of the International Phone Program on the PC, and opened up the Internet. While I was at home with mom for six months I opened a bank account up. I knew that if mom found out I had five million dollars that she would steal that from me the minute I turned my back. Luckily, the bank people there didn't ask any questions, seeing as how I was under age, and gave me a banking account without my mother present.

Clicking on my bank's website I plugged in my information, accessing my account. My five million was now down to just under four. It was still a lot to get me through, but after this donation, I'm going to have to start pinching my pennies.

I went over to the withdraw button on the side of monitor. "$1,000,000.00" In the form spot, I typed, "Check". In a spark an item holder arrived on the withdraw unit of the PC System. I opened it up, revealing a check for $1,000,000.00. I put the check on the counter of the center, taking a pen from the pen cup.

Pay: Solaceon Town Daycare Center

Amount: One Million Dollars----------- |$1,000,000.00

Memo: Donation

Sign: Kyle Gray

I then flipped the check over, writing my name on the back as well before sitting down to my email. I opened a new message, sending it to 1-555-664-2349: Solaceon Town Daycare Center. Enclosed in the message I typed:

I would like to donate $1,000,000.00 to the Solaceon Town Daycare Center. It's not much, but I hope it will help.

Down at the bottom of my mail I noticed something. It was a little button that that asked if I wanted to show my email to the receiver. My name was already on the check, but my handwriting is so horrid that no one other than me can read it. I went down to the button and clicked no, hiding my identity. Maybe I was right about Shonna. Maybe she left me for a reason, and she doesn't want to see me. If she saw my name on there she might get upset. I sent the email, walking over to the counter where Pichu sat, eating some peanuts.

"Piiiii…" He frowned, gnawing on the shell, trying to get to the nut.

"Here." I chuckled, taking it from him and cracking it open. He scurried over to me, taking the nuts out of my hand.

"Chaaa!" He squeaked happily as he munched away.

"Here you are Mr. Gray." Nurse Joy said, running over to me with my pokeballs. "I'm sorry it took so long, Ruby is always such a talker. You know how older women are."

"Yeah, I know." I laughed. "But it's alright, I don't mind. I'm just happy you healed my pokemon."

"Well, I know you're a pokemon master and all, and you have your method of training." She paused. "But your Slugma was in really bad shape. It was very irresponsible for you to let it get that badly hurt."

I let out a sigh. If only she knew….

"Are you listening to me?" Joy barked.

"Um yeah… sure…" I said, turning around as Pichu jumped on my shoulder. "Hey, I'm heading out, could you sign me off the guest list please?"

"You're leaving?" She asked.

"Yep." I said, walking out the door.