It was true, common since actually, that an animal would defend they're territory. As the three reached the front of the house Kei collapsed panting, "Ugg," the red head slowly rose, "I'm so tired," he mumbled through the grass covered ground. The wind blew calmly rustling through the trees and bushes as the fuzzy mouse rolled around in the grass. While Damien stood there with one hand on his hip his head shaking from left to right "well it's your fault," he laughed walking over his slightly damp friend and fuzzy familiar mouse. "Pi?" Hashi uttered his head tilting his eyes peering over the uncut grass he laid in. "What do you mean my fault," the other voiced as if offended though hurt. Hearing the purple haired boy sigh, he knew he was right, "Never mind," he replied hearing something that sounded like the earth shifting.
Just then the sounds of growling are heard and the shaking continued to progress, "Pika!" a squeaky voice is heard as the nearby bushes rattle with a group of the yellow mice jumping threw running away franticly and scared. "Pika!" one of, what looked like, the older looking ones yelled coming up from the rear of the group his ears going to attention his eyes glanced over to see the two boy's accompanied by Pichu. Glaring at them his ears twitched sparks emitting themselves from his cheeks, as if he'd been angered by the small group, if not for another member of his group he would have attacked, but quickly retreated following after the group. Staring off as if something bizarre just happened, "that was weird," Damien blinked, "I know that group pretty well they wouldn't attack-," He paused pondering on that thought his eyes drifting down to his new friend, "It couldn't have been you could it?" he questioned quietly still thinking. Unaware a question had been thrown at him, Kei had locked his eyes on the former spot the occupied the angry mouse. 'Pikachu,' he thought the words echoing in his mind as if it was supposed to ring a bell, 'why does it- Pikachu,' he repeated as if he could grasp this memory that refused to surface now. It was as if through the shroud of fog that encircled his mind, he could see a shadow, a figure, but when he grew near the figure distanced itself, not wanting to be discovered. Leaving him to no avail, lost, he was unable to regain his past and again left with an empty memory bank.
Left there standing lost, "Kei!" Damien had repeated for the millionth time attempting to pull the boy back to reality. Failing at this attempt the shaking seemed to get worse and with his final attempt he kneeled down grabbing the others shoulders, "I know what that sound is you have to get up now," he voiced looking off into the wooded area, "We have to get into the house," he commented continuing, "Onix is coming," Hazel eyes lost "ah alright," he replied slowly slipping back to his perplexed memory, 'why am I stuck on this?' as he focused on the ground he didn't even both to get up, as he said he would. "Kei," Damien yelled getting his attention this time, "Get. Up," his hand held out the red head locked with it pulling himself up. Shaking his head running a hand through his own hair, "Pichu take Kei home," he stated concerned, 'Something's not write, he's not telling me something,'
Black eyes fixated on the scene the small head nodded in understanding, "Pi. Chu," the small pokemon jumped from his relaxed position taking off towards the house. Looking from the two, Damien sighed, "Follow him Kei," he said seeing the boy slowly walk after Pichu. There was no need to hurry the house was a few feet away and Pichu wouldn't be going that far.
Storming down the dirt path kicking up dirt as she went, "I can't believe him!" Crystal screamed kicking the floor, "First he takes Pichu away from me and now Damien!" Having run home, she decided on a walk to cool her down, though it was doing everything but that. "He's bent on stealing them away from me!" she continued angrily consumed by her rage. To her the newcomer was a threat simply because she had no friends, and to loose the attention of the ones she did have she couldn't stand. Stopping in the midst of the dust cloud she'd created warm tears rolled down her face, "Pichu," she softly cried. There was nothing she could do, she never could get Pichu to listen to her maybe this was a sign.
Covered in dirt Damien looked like he could pass to be the mud man, "That was a mouthful," he coughed wiping off his face spitting out a mouth full of it too, "Now that that's done I'll see what's wrong with him," looking down at his attire he quickly added, "after I clean up," Sneezing, due to the dirt, some of it is loosened falling free leaving him with less to worry about. However hearing this sound the blue haired girl just so happens to be near by, "What's wrong with who?" Crystal asked popping up behind him. As if he'd expected such a thing, he calmly replied, "Kei," as he cleaned one arm off with his other. Twitching from that name being said she sighed, "Why do you care about him, you don't even know him?" controlling her anger her hands balled up shaking. Blowing more of the dust causing him to cough the boy continued, "Crystal he's different from us," his head turned to face her as if he hoped she got it. "Different!" she breathed raising her voice, "You're only saying that because you like him!" shaking in frustration she refused to reason.
As a result the dirt covered Damien just walked away, "Crystal jealousy doesn't suit you," his head shook as he walked past her towards his house ignoring any farther comments, "When you calm down you can come over and help us," he suggested saying nothing else. Turning her eyes following him her mouth dropped, "D-Damien!" she shockingly answered watching him leave, "T-that's not fair," she mumbled pouting shaking her head, "There's something not right about him,"
Meanwhile back at the house, the halls were quiet as if the occupants had left for the day. Though Kei was no stranger to the noise, he found in quiet comfortable as he climbed the stair case remembering where his newly acquired room had been. Step after step he had reached the top, after twenty four steps, and had to pause he could go left or right. Recalling the first time he'd ran up these stairs he wanted to say right, but couldn't be positive. Though on a whim he went and sure enough he recognized one of the pictures and then a door and to his right there, his door had been cracked. Pushing the door open enough so he could slip in, the curtains were drawn over the window. Not a thing out of place, it was as if he'd never left. His eyes closed listening to the silence and reopening them he closed the door, his body now migrating to the bed in the corner. Wanting to collapse on the soft contraption he contained himself sitting on the edge. The shoes he'd been put in fit, but felt uncomfortable and the meaning of such a thing was beyond him. Fighting to get them off the red head managed to fling them off, one foot kicking the other off and vice versa. The clothes he could live with since he'd lost his fir in the transformation he needed a replacement that kept him warm. Falling back onto the clean sheets he crawled under the covers getting comfortable his eyes re-closed.
Crawling out from under the bed the small yellow pokemon upturned his eyes to the person on the bed, 'he's asleep,' he thought. "Pii," he sighed. Backing up as if he needed a running start to get onto the bed his ears go back as his body glowed, a needle-like sensation of pain pierced his skin over and over. Biting his lip his tail and ears started to shrink where as his legs and arms started to grow. His nose seemed to grow, as if he had told a lie. His yellow fur disappeared turning to creamy skin with the exception of his head which appeared to have rather bright blond hair. His skin still bathed in the needle sensation the boy couldn't help but shiver till it slightly started to die away. As he walked the sensation seemed to surface, it was difficult doing the transformation and also painful but Hashi continued to walk quietly to the edge of the bed, and taking a deep breath he burrowed his way under there cuddling up to the fire boy. Looking at him as he slept, 'I wonder why I'm drawn to him.' Hashi blinked with that thought, 'Is it because he's like me?' his head tilted somewhat and he blinked again nuzzling against him, 'that's got to be it,' Sighing the teen did not wake he simply slung his arm around the object that had been nuzzling against him.
Closing the front door Damien had returned finally only to sigh at what still needed to be done and what had already been done, "What a handful," he uttered slipping off his shoes replacing them with some slippers. Where he then walked down the hall to the kitchen, all this trouble had made him hungry. Down a hall and through a formal dinning area, that had been enormous for just two people, reaching the other side he pushed the door the open and walked in. Two heads immediately raise and there eight legs jumped up racing to there owner. "Ah look who it is," he teased sticking his tongue out at his prized Houndoom and Mightyena, "You girls hungry?" he asked smiling kindly, they'd always put him in a good mood. Mightyena turned away from him towards the fridge where Mr.Mine was making food. "You guy's are working harder then usual you know I'll do all this," Damien stated to the psychic pokemon. With a tray in his hand the pokemon disagreed, "Mr. Miine Miine," he said shaking his head as he turned again to replace the tray and gather more ingredients. Pacing around wanting attention, "Arruu," Houndoom let out urging the purple headed boy farther into the kitchen. Chuckling the boy shook his head, "Ok I get it I'll help we'll go out later ok?" he said bending down petting Houndoom getting a jealous growl from Mightyena, "And you're coming too," he added turning to her sticking out his tongue winking at her.
Running through the woods panicked a red lizard desperately looks for a place to hide, "Char," it pants, 'they're coming,' he thought his sensitive ears catching their racing footsteps. "Char," he continued panting as more people came for him, 'what do they want? What did I do?' he thought as he looked back and forth stopping in his place his hazel eyes peered out of the corners of his own eyes. Trapped the sent of the hunters had him surrounded, "Got you," a man yelled with a smirk on his face appearing from the bushes not to far from the small pokemon an evil grin on his face, "Banette shadow ball," he continued to bellow as he threw a pokeball, a black ghost pokemon appeared from the sphere where it soon formed a large dark ball of energy, sending it directly at there target, Charmander.
Watching the attack as it neared the startled pokemon's mouth closed; spurts of fire could be seen as the attack is released. The two attacks collided, fireblast vs shadow ball, but it was no match, Charmander wasn't strong enough and he was hurtled at a tree. "Pi-ka!" a yell came from a farther part in the woods, but it echoed as if it was close by. Taking a direct blow the poor fire lizard it took all he had to stand up, "Char," he grunted leaning against the tree his body badly wounded, but he was unwilling to loose the fight. Grinning the man chuckled, "You hear that?" he said, "It seems your friend is as stubborn as you," holding his hand out again he pointed, "Banette!" he yelled, "Finish off this weakling! Shadow Ball!"
The pokemon's hazel eyes narrowed and his teeth grinded together, his small hands clenched in fists, "Char-Char," he yelled using fireblast again this time before his enemy's attack could form. The attack charging at Banette it would have been a great idea, if only he was faster. Dodging the attack, the ghost pokemon quickly releases the second ball hitting Charmander directly once again this time knocking him out. Walking towards his catch, "Hmm, he didn't put up much of a fight," his voice somewhat disappointed his arms crossed Banette behind him nodding as if he agreed, "We don't have room for weaklings on Team Rocket," the man said sighing. Racing through the woods, "Garrett!" he yelled breathing hard, "I got it sir just like you ordered," he continued slowing to a stop with a black poka-ball in his hand. Grinning he pulled out his own pokeball returning Banette, "Very nice," the other said that smug smirk still on his face, "I don't see anything worth catching here, let us leave," with that said he left the badly hurt Charmander where he laid.
Tossing and turning in his sleep Kei's heart raced, "Kei," Hashi whispered slightly shaking him, "Kei are you alright?" he continued his head tilted as he sat next to the other on the bed. Breathing hard and uneasy the hazel eyes cracked seeing the white ceiling, "Wha-," he whispered his head turning as he noticed he wasn't alone. Hashi's head still slightly tilted, "Are you alright?" he asked blinking waiting for an answer, "You started to mumble and you were tossing enough to wake a horse," not moving from his spot he settled down again getting comfortable, as if he was to go back to sleep. "Why are you here?" the red head asked raising a hand to his head rubbing it, 'what was that?' he thought, 'a dream?' he paused that thought something greater hitting him, 'No, a memory. Maybe,' lost in this new idea he didn't even pay attention to the boy's answer. Puffing out his cheeks as the blond curled up into the blankets, "What happened?" he asked his black eyes staring at the red Kei. Staring at the ceiling not wanting to answer the other, "It was nothing," he voiced trying to brush it off. Sighing Hashi wasn't about to give up there, "Was it a nightmare?" he asked shooting out questions.
As they rambled on, it was unbeknownst to them that someone had knocked at the door, and indeed decided to enter. "Am I interrupting something?" Damien asked loudly on purpose to get there attention as he stood at the doorway. "Uh oh," Hashi mumbled burrowing under the covers trying to hide from the invader, though it was too late he'd been discovered. "No," Kei stated his attention on Damien as he sat up in the bed looking at him. Arms crossed amused, "Who's the friend?" he pointed out, "I've not seen you around her before," slowly poking his head out of the covers he swallows, "Eh," he started, his eyes dropped closed and his hands followed, "Um, well," Blinking unsure of what to do Kei slid his feet off the bed where Hashi then jumped him from behind unsure what to do, "What do I say?" he whispered hanging on the others shirt. Alarmed at the question, "Wha-," Kei started wide eyed looking down at him, "Don't look at me," he added shaking his head looking up at Damien who just stood there smirking waiting for an answer. "B-B-But you have to help me," he pleaded his black eyes to the point of tears as he added in, "I helped you," he poked Kei's arm hoping that would help his situation.
Kei then sighed and stood up picking up the yellow haired Hashi around the waist so he faced Damien as he pointed to Hashi's face, "Add ears," he said hoping he would get it. An eyebrow raised, "What?" Damien blinked not getting it. Looking around the room the Kei saw something laying on a desk, walking over there he picked it up and placed it on Hashi's head, "There, who's he look like now," he asked wondering if he got it this time. Arms still crossed Damien was still lost, "Um," he started, "Kei those are paper cups," his voice as if something seemed wrong. Looking at the contraptions, "So that's what they are," he mumbled before shaking his head as he continued, "That's besides the point picture them as ears," Sighing, "Ears," Damien repeated staring at the yellow head.
Taking a deep breath the boy threw the cups to the ground, "What! You're supposed to help!" Hashi squeaked shocked trying to get away from the traitor. Shrugging his shoulders, "Eh," Kei commented not sure of what else to say. Listening to the two of them fight, it was like they were married, Damien took a wild guess, "Pichu," he called out his head tilted to match the boys. His face going white, 'Oh crap,' Hashi thought turning his black eyes to match up with Damien's blue eyes as he swallowed hard, "It is you," Damien said with a more sure tone. His face twitching, "W-What makes you think that?" Hashi questioned swallowing once again nervously. Shrugging he didn't know, "It would make since," the blue eyed boy continued confusing the two, "Seeing as you two are always together," Getting defensive about what was just said, "We are not," Kei huffed. Chuckling at the teens denial, "Oh?" Damien questioned, "Well I've hardly seen you apart," Knowing he was backed into a corner he could only thing on one thing to rebuttal back, "That's Hashi's doing not mine," the red head argued dropping Hashi to the ground. His eyes squinted from the pain that coursed through his jaw and stomach, "Ouch, that wasn't very nice," the blond whined in obvious pain. Shrugging his point was proven, "So I'm right," Damien stated as a fact.
Silence engulfed the trio though not for long, "Don't tell Crystal," Hashi begged, "If she sees me like this she'll flip and the whole world will know," the blond stated pleading as he looked up at Damien. A sigh mixed with a chuckle escaped the teens lips, "Got that right," Damien more then agreed, "I can do that, she over reacts sometimes," his arms uncross as he understand some of what is going on. Choking on the last statement, "Sometimes," Hashi yelled repeating the last word, "That's an understatement," his injured body still on the floor recovering. Raising his hand he pointed to Hashi as if to punish him, "Give her some slack though," he threw in, "She doesn't have many friends," Nodding he pouted, "I would know that," the blond agreed.
Stopping the conversation on that silence engulfed them once again, "Hashi how did you get like that?" Damien questioned baffled. Looking at him the blond shrugged, "I don't know," he stated, "It just happened one day," As if he was a detective, "Did anything weird happen that might have caused it?" Damien again questioned now interested in this subject. Thinking the boy stared at the floor, "It was after I got lost in the woods," he stated remembering that, "But I don't remember what happened when I was lost," he pouted confused to why he couldn't remember. Interested, it was like the incident was turning into a mystery novel, something Damien was familiar with, "So does that mean Kei's like you too?" he asked as he pointed to the red head still looking at the blond. As if he was shot in the chest his stomach turned, "What?" Hashi questioned he couldn't have hit the spot closer if he tried, "Well um," unable to get any plausible excuse out Damien continued, "He's got to be if you showed him you can do that," he pointed out talking about his lack of being a pokemon and more like a human. Swallowing again he was right but the boy couldn't reveal his identity too, "Or I really like him," he blurted out. Laughing at that one Damien couldn't contain himself, "Uh hu," he started simmering down the a chuckle, "And you trying to cover it up defiantly gives it away,"
Lost as usual Kei watched the two as they went back and forth in conversation, "Is that why you're always all over me?" he threw in shocked, though he knew it couldn't be true he was just to young. Shrugging, "Well then Hashi," Damien started, "Why don't you stay with me tonight," he said calling over the blond, his hand waving him towards him as he followed, "Go to my room I'll be there in a minute," Blinking his black eyes met the blue pair and he listened leaving the room running down the hall to Damien's room. Silence now among them, "Kei," Damien voiced once more knowing they were alone. His heart racing the red head didn't know what to say, "I don't like him," he blurted out his head shaking side to side. A short chuckle escaped the others lips once more, he found this rather amusing, "That's not it," he replied continuing, "Hashi's protecting you which means you are like him," Swallowing his voiced sounded as if he was stating something not questioning it. Still on the bed Kei shifted uncomfortable, "What makes you think that?" he questioned really one wanting to know the answer. Knowing their conversation was coming to an end, "I've grown up with him and Crystal," he stated simply turning around heading for the door, "I don't know what's going on but you needed help," he continued his hand grasped to the door, "and as long as you need help we're welcome to help you," with that said the door turned and the boy slipped out.
Left alone once again in the dark, "So," he started as it echoed off the walls, so it seemed, "Does that mean they know?" confused his head was now throbbing it was no use the conversation had led to his headache.