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Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Nintendo or any part of it. I once again want to give thanks to srgeman for allowing me to use Michael and Angela (Angel) from his story A Little Night Music.

Thanks to Lady of Darkfire, srgeman, the book master and Notmyre Alname5 for the reviews!

Chapter 5

"I WAS MURDERED TWO DAYS AGO?" I shouted. I was furious. Angel watched as I ranted, "HOW THE HECK WAS I KILLED TWO DAYS AGO!? I WAS REBORN THIS MORNING!"

"Things happen differently." Angel pointed out. "Trust me."

"So, why are you here?" Susan asked Michael.

Michael looked over towards the gym and replied, "Battle against Winona. She got a fucking mess of flying Pokemon and I need to get her badge." He reached down and petted Angel, who let out a loud "Vee!" of contentment. He looked at Susan and asked, "You a trainer?"

"Nope. I want to be a coordinator!" Susan replied happily.

"Your trainer wants to be one of those prissy Pokemon dancers?" Angel asked me.

"Unfortunately." was my reply.

"I may no know much about coordinators, but I can help you train Kiara." Michael replied.

"Fuck it." Angel muttered, "I know more about fucking Pokemon Contests than he does."

"How so?" I asked innocently, "He's the trainer."

"Well, this dumb-ass bitch named Robin dyed me pink." Angel explained, "Then entered me in a fucking contest. They make you show off your moves and I hated it!"

"Well, I don't know what moves I can do." I admitted.

"Tackle, Bite, Sand attack." Angel recited. "Same thing I had."

"There's a contest tomorrow at noon and I want to enter!" Susan shouted.

I looked at her. "Oh please, no." I prayed, "Please no!"

Michael looked at me and pulled out his Pokedex. He looked it over a bit before he looked at Susan and replied, "Sorry Susan, but Kiara just isn't ready. She's only level five with the moves Tackle, Bite, and Sand attack." He pulled out a Pokeball and added, "You can use Rush if you want."

"Use one of your Pokemon?" Susan asked, shocked, "But...but..."

I watched as Michael shoved the Pokeball into Susan's outstretched hands. "No buts. You want to enter and your only Pokemon isn't ready. I've seen a...friend...of mine do a contest with Angel and Angel looked like she had fun."

"Piss off." Angel replied. This made me laugh.

"Besides, Rush almost evolved once, and I know he's ready." Michael continued.

Susan looked at me, then at the Pokeball in her hands. "I guess you're right." She replied. She tossed it in the air and yelled, "COME ON OUT, RUSH!"

A Mudkip popped out of the ball like popcorn. He stood up, shook himself off, then looked at me and asked, "Angel?" He cracked up laughing and added, "Wow. You sure look different with a collar on!"

"My name is Kiara." I growled.

Rush looked at me, confused. "What do you mean you're name's Kiara?"

"Rush, you fucking twit, I'm over here!" Angel called out, laughing.

Rush froze. He turned around to where his back was facing me and saw Angel. Angel cracked up laughing.

"HOW THE HELL DID YOU CLONE YOURSELF?" Rush shouted. He sounded inpressed. "I WANNA CLONE MYSELF!"

"Oh God no." Angel muttered, "One psychotic Mudkip is enough. Two..." I saw her shudder.

"Well, that's Rush." Michael announced.

Rush looked at Susan. "AWW! SHE'S ADORABLE!" and leapt into her arms.

I looked at Angel and muttered, "Suck up."

"You think?" She replied.

Susan looked at Rush. "Awwww....he's cute." She cooed, petting his head. She looked at Michael and said, "Sure. I'll use him. Why not?"