Hmmm I feel like these disclaimers are starting to feel like the ones in Passage of Soul...

A/N: Damn I need a life...

Disclaimer: Midna: Hey Link! I found her!

Link: Good! Now ask her when she's going to write the next chapter of Passage of Soul.

Soul: Um...I HAVE NO IDEAS! NOW SCREW OFF!

Midna: WRITE IT! THIS IS A DAMN POKEMON STORY!

Soul: My god Midna! Stop acting like Nevet1212's Midna! Wait...No...PUT DOWN THAT GUN! Btw I own nothing...except a copy of White Version.

Chapter 3: Chapters Have a Name!

Nimabasa City.

When they arrived at Nimbasa, Liam and Sora were trying to navigate their way to the nearest grocery store.

Sora had already gone by the Pokemart and gotten medicine and Super Potion, not to mention healed Liam.

They had used savings that Sora's mother had kept and were currently trying to find their way to the Ferris Wheel.

"Thanks for trying to take me to the theme park Liam, you hardly ever let me have fun!" Sora said holding her "mommy's" paw.

The Young Lucario couldn't help but smile.

"Well, maybe I thought that you deserved it. After all, everyone needs a little time to relax and have a little fun." he explained, allowing her to pull him into the crowded Amusment Park.

"Even up-tight, humorless, old geezers like you?" Sora asked.

Liam nodded. "Yes, Sora. Even up-tight, humourless, old geezers like myself." He replied before realizing what his ward just said.

"I AM NOT THAT OLD!"

Sora only laughed and pulled him to the Ferris Wheel, only to find that there were two burly men standing in front of it.

They were both bald, wore leather jackets and they each had the same expression of smugness mixed with arrogance.

"Hey Sora." said one of them, "I'm glad to see you're still doing well."

"Hello Karl, Jorge." Sora said angrily. Liam gave them a bitter glare as well.

There men were two thugs from child services who were trying to put Sora in a foster home.

Both she and Liam knew their intentions were good, but still they deemed Liam as a dangerous wild pokemon and wanted to send him out into the wild. "You two here to try and force me to leave Liam?"

"Yeah." said Jorge. "Look Sora, we're just trying to look out for you. Liam is a good Pokemon, but he can't care for you. People say they've seen him attacking you, and that's not good. You need-"

"All I need is for you jerks to leave us alone! Liam loves me and he's my new parent!" Sora cried sadly and angrily. "Now leave us alone."

"We can't Sora. Go Throh, we need to take her!" Jorge said.

"You too Sawk!"

There were two bright flashes as thier Pokemon were released, cracking their red and blue knuckles and grinning with the same smugness as their owners.

Liam only shook his head and stood in front of Sora.

"Liam! Dont fight them! You still haven't healed yet!" Sora cried trying to pull him away from the slowly advancing Fighting-Types.

But the Lucario only smiled at his ward and held one arm out to keep her back.

"Sora, I've told you time and time again, that when it comes to fighting...Never to back down! Your mother entrusted your life to me...And I can't let these low-life Child Protecters to take you from me." Laim cracked his paws meancingly and stepped forward.

"Throh, use Brick Break!" Jorge commanded.

"Sawk, use High Jump Kick!" Karl ordered.

But Pokemon moved in at top speed, but Liam was faster, catching Sawk by the ankle and throwing him into his teammate.

Both Pokemon went down under eachothers wieght. Karl snarled angrily. "Sawk, get back up and take down that wild Lucario!"

The large blue human like wearing karate robes stood back slowly and rushed in. Liam couldn't react fast enough and got punched right in the crack of his chest spike.

Liam let out a pained snarl and fell to his knees. Sora could only watch as she saw her Saroget-Mother go down. "Liam!" She yelled rushing forward only to be stopped by Jorge's Pokemon.

The Throh held her tightly and refused to let her move an inch.

"We got her! Nice job Throh!" Jorge chuckled. "Now let's beat it."

"Yeah!"

Suddenly a voice was heard. "Stop right there!"

Turning around the thugs saw a dark blue haired young man in a hat with hazel brown eyes. He wore a sleeveless jacket with spike in the center as well as fingerless gloves. His jeans were a little tattered and his shoes matched his hair.

"No way, who d'you think you are kid?" asked Karl angrily.

"My name's Cobalt." replied the young man as he glared. "And you better listen."

Karl sneered and glared. "Heheh, Look Jorge. It's a little rock-star wanna be! Waddya want kid? Go and play in traffic somewhere!"

Cobalt stood his ground. "No! You let her go!"

Jorge frowned. "A little Punk like you has no bussiness with us. Besides, what's a 14-year old brat gonna do?"

The blue-haired boy only pulled out a Pokeball. "I'm gonna challenge you! If I win, then you let the girl and her Lucario go!"

Jorge laughed. "Okay. I'll battle you and agree to your terms. Just don't cry when you lose like that wild Lucario did."