Sorry it took so long. Here's the next chapter~

~ Anima ~

"What do you want, Cal?"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

I knew if I didn't open my bedroom door soon, Cal would throw himself upon it and bust it open himself. I heaved a long, drug out sigh before I opened my door.

"I'm sorry," Cal repeated again. "You drive a hard bargain, Anima. You sure know how to hold a grudge."

I shrugged. Maybe I was over exaggerating, drawing the whole episode from last night out, but Cal's words had stung. I wasn't use to my strange, freaky powers, let alone want to use them for his expense over silly stuff that he had hands and feet for. But once I had stomped upstairs, I had held tight to those words till the next morning. I was already up and ready to go, dying to explore this unfamiliar place that Cal called his hometown.

"I see you put on your new clothes. No more of my and-me-downs?"

I was dressed in a checkered shirt that tied off at my abdomen so only partially of my stomach was exposed, maybe only a sliver of skin. On my legs were jean shorts and black all-stars, and around my neck was the locket. In a cherry-blossom knapsack on my back were just a few belongs that I called my own-the glass instrument wrapped in a lace handkerchief I had found in one of my drawers (it smelled distinctly of the tiny lavender flowers), a small leather book, and a pearl comb I had discovered along with the handkerchief. An assortment of odd, foolish things but they were mine.

"Hey, Ami-I really am sorry," I was forced to look into his warm blue-green eyes, to accept the fact that I could not stay mad at him forever.

I grabbed his hands and gazed at him, committing each and every detail of his face to memory. "I know. I accept your apology, you knucklehead. This is all new to me too-you've got to remember that."

"To make it up to you, do you want to go somewhere special?"

"Anywhere," I dipped my head in agreement.

"How about peacha berry picking?"

One ten minute car ride later we were on the outskirts of town where the groves began. Cal explained to me during the trip there that each festival they have open picking where you can buy a basket and fill it to the brim with your berry of choice. The fields were crowed with people, all slaving away in the hot sun to fill their baskets. Shaded by the many other berry trees were the oran berry bushes where most of the people had gathered, munching and getting their berries.

I donned floppy sun hat, bent down in the dust, and got to work on the countless aisles of peacha berries. The peacha berries grew close to the ground, ripened by the sun to a pale pink perfection. Cal bent down by me, showing me where the best berries were hidden. We scavenged down the middle of the rows for the biggest and plumpest berries, filling our basket and occasionally popping a berry or two into each other's mouths.

After an hour of two of sweating we finally gathered in the shade with the others, chatting quietly and sipping water we had brought.

"We're from Snowpoint," I heard a couple telling another. "We come down here for the festival every year, especially for the annual Reflection Hop,"

"Reflection Hop?" I repeated to Cal. He swallowed the berry he was chewing, setting the heavy whicker burden down.

"The Reflection Hop is a dance that takes place a few nights from now, several days before the closing ceremony," Cal explained with a shrug.

"Can we go?" I inquired hopefully. "Please? Pretty please?"

"Resorting to begging? That is so unlike you," Cal munched his berry for a moment, stalling his answer. "Sure. But you're going to be doing all the dancing."

"Do you think we can go see the mirrors today? I haven't gotten to see them after…you know,"

"Sure. We can go in a little bit. It would be good for you to see the park." Cal agreed. I smiled and Cal picked up our basket and we hauled it back to the car and headed back to the house to eat lunch.

With another blur of scenery we were back at the house making sandwiches. Cal was spreading peanut butter on bread and I was spreading the jelly.

I drifted off as I whisked the knife back and forth, my thoughts wandering to the strange visions and dreams that had been occurring lately. Cal was oblivious as always for he only knew about my strange powers. I pondered if I it would be a good idea to tell him, but I decided against it. I didn't want to freak him out more.

"Ami?"

I glanced up, pulled from my thoughts. "Yeah?"

"Where exactly do you think you came from? You don't know-obviously-but I still wonder,"

I looked him straight in the eyes and shrugged.

"Can I try, now, Cal? Can I try? Please?"

"As long as you wear a helmet and don't crack your head open again," Cal joked. I rolled my eyes, taking the skateboard from him.

We stood in the park on the sidewalk, surrounded by rows on never-ending mirrors. They stretched down the side walk, propped up by large stands in the back. I examined myself in one of the body length mirrors, pulling the skater helmet on and buckling it under my chin. I glanced up at the canopy of leaves above, the sun filtering in through the dense foliage. My goal was to weave down the sidewalk to where the trees ended and spread out about forty feet away, revealing the afternoon sun once again. I threw the skateboard down on the ground, hopped on, and pumped.

I flew much faster than I thought possible. Strength was surging through my muscles, heating up my legs and straining against my skin. I held out my arms a bit by my sides, unsure what to do with them as the wind whipped through my hair. Tears streamed out of my eyes, catching in the harsh wind slapping my face. In just the few seconds I had been on the board I shot past the spot I was supposed to stop. I whooped, glancing back at Cal who was too far behind to catch up at his pace. Fear was highlighted on every feature of this face.

I couldn't understand what was wrong. I felt too alive to worry about anything at that moment as the world flew by in a blur that even my enhanced eyes could not see through. I glanced back at Cal once again, ready to let my foot hit the ground so I could swerve back in his direction.

There was a thunk of two bodies meeting and a cry. I spiraled through the air, suddenly airborne before I crashed back to the ground, body skidding over the cement. I groaned, opening my eyes to find a pool of blood below me. I felt my head, finding the helmet dented from where I had smacked back to earth. My lip was gushing and a stream of blood was trickling down my cheek. Four limbs, ten fingers, one head and one nose…I got to my feet, my legs trembling. I was shaken, but okay.

There was a muted moan behind me and I whipped around, finding a man caught on top of the now mangled skateboard.

"Oh my gosh are you okay?" I raced towards him, his white hair dotted with red.

"Dammit, watch were you're going you-" he had refused my hand, got to his feet on his own, and when his eyes met mine he stopped in midsentence, his mouth hanging open with shock. His legs shook more than mine had and he stumbled back a few steps.

"It's fine, it's just a little blood," I replied, touching my lip to show him I was okay. My fingers came back only with a few traces of red on them.

"T-That's good," he covered his shock, composing himself. "I'm glad you're okay,"

"Anima! Anima!" Cal yelled, finally catching up to us. He kneeled over, hands on his knees as he fought to catch his breath. "Anima, you-you were s-s-'pose to stop…!"

Cal finally looked up, his eyes going wide at the blood all over my new shirt. "Ami, you klutz! First you injure yourself tripping into one of those mirrors, you hurt yourself again, and you hurt this guy also,"

"We're both fine," the white haired man assured Cal, his voice calm and if not, a bit cool. His eyes never left my face and they glimmered with triumph and curiosity.

I itched my cheek uncomfortably. "Sorry, Cal,"

"It's fine. You just scared me going that fast. Don't do that again," Cal heaved a sigh.

"And I'm sorry again. I didn't mean to hurt you," I told the man.

"Perfectly all right," he held out his hand. "I'm Cyrus,"

"Anima," I reached out, my fingers brushing his palm, our handshake broken by the shock when our skin met and a rattling in the bushes. All three of us glanced over as there was a tug on the back of my shirt, pulling my suspended hand away from Cyrus's.

The girl from the hospital stood behind me, her eyes enraged. I noticed she still wore the same dress as before.

Cyrus grinned a toothy grin. "I have to be going anyways. Have fun with your…uh…friends."

He walked away, his scarf billowing in the breeze. Cal watched him go, his eyes quizzical.

But my attention was focused on the feathery brown haired child. "You." I exhaled.

Her eyes were sad. She squeezed my hand, slumping away.

"What was that about?" Cal finally uttered his face bewildered.

"Cal, I honestly have no idea,"

~ Cyrus ~

It all fit in to place. The shockwave that pulsated through me when I looked her in the eye, the way her wounds magically healed before me, the stupid semiconscious protective stance the weakling human called Cal had before the Pokémon label Anima made sense. But how come she didn't recognize what I was? How come she was in human form, like the fool Latias who tried to keep our skin from meeting?

Yes. I could feel her coming. I could feel both of them coming. When I closed my eyes to blink, I took longer than necessary, familiarizing myself with the strange code and power that radiated from the most powerful legendary I had ever detected.

I would have her power. I would.

~ Suicune ~

I pulled myself deeper into the bushes, my eyes wide with shock. It was her.

~Confetti Storm