Chi: I actually cried writing this chapter, which is flashbacks from Dina's past. The poor girl...*Wails*
Twig: ...Bleh, emotions...!
Storm Blade: Didn't you fight alongside Mesprite, the being of emotain? Against Cyrus, who wanted to take emotains away?
Twig: Something like that...But I was only doing what the mistress wanted.
Disclaimer: Must I do this Each and every dang time?! I DON'T OWN FOSSIL FIGHTERS CHAMPIONS, YA NOOBS!
Dedication: ...Um...AVRIL LAVIGNE! I love her music!
~Chapter 13~
Dina sat up groggily, holding her throbbing head in her hands.
"Wh-what happened?" She whimpered quietly.
"Diana! Wait up!" Dina went rigid.
"What? Was that…? No! He couldn't have…Could he?" She slowly looked up, to see that she was sitting in a patch of grass, right off her home town's town square's sidewalk.
"I'm back on Omias Isles…But…How?"
A girl, maybe eight years old, ran past Dina.
The girl had long blonde hair, and sad melted chocolate colored eyes. She was wearing torn and faded jeans, a pale blue long sleeved shirt, and dirty white sneakers.
"Diana!" Not very long after the girl ran by, a boy, maybe fifteen, ran by.
He had long, spiky dark blue hair, and just-as dark blue eyes. He was wearing a pair of newer factory-ripped jeans, a short sleeved orange shirt, and black sneakers.
"What is this?" Dina whispered. "Th-that girl….she's me!" She hastily stood up and ran after the two. When she caught up, she saw the younger her curled up into a ball, sitting with her back against a tree.
The boy was kneeling next to her, whispering comforting words and stroking her hair.
"B-benny….I can't take this anymore! I miss them to much!" Younger Dina sobbed, desperately clinging onto her older brother.
"I miss them too, Diana, but…" Ben trailed off and grimaced. A moment of silence passed.
"…Hey, Ben…? I…don't want to be called Diana anymore."
"What? Why not?"
"…It reminds me of her."
"Diana Maire Hunter, you cannot just throw away anything that reminds you of them. I am not going to allow you to change your name."
"But…What about a nickname?"
"You already have a nickname, little sister." Ben gave a warm smile.
"But that's daddy's special name!" Diana protested.
"And wherever daddy is now, I'll bet you using his special name for you will make him very happy."
Diana finally smiled, and threw her arms around Ben's torso.
"Alright, Dina, let's go back before Detective Morgan thinks we've been kidnapped." Ben chuckled.
As the two got up the present Dina was having a hard time holding back tears.
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea…Maybe I should just go home…" she whispered, her hands bunching into fists.
"Oh…Dina, please wake up soon…" Pauleen whispered, watching the fidgeting blonde lying on a bed.
"…Benny…!" Pauleen started when Dina mumbled the name, and upon checking she realized she was still unconscious.
"…Don't go…Please!" Dina called out desperately.
"Just who are you, Dina Anzai?"
In a flurry of rapid colors and swirls, Dina was standing in a completely different setting.
The walls of the room were painted a simple, and slightly boring, egg shell, with a mahogany desk set up in the middle. There was a black leather chair behind the desk, two mahogany chairs in front of the desk, and a black leather couch in the corner of the room. On said couch, a mass of blankets were piled onto eight year old Dina. Ben checked to make sure she was asleep before standing up and walking over the woman sitting in the leather chair behind the desk.
"Detective Morgan, you said you had something to tell me…?" Ben trailed off.
Detective Morgan was roughly 5'9, with dark brown hair cut in a bob cut and emerald eyes. She was wearing a dark blue short sleeved shirt and pants, with the official Omias Isles Police crest on the left breast pocket.
"You sure she's asleep?" Morgan asked, glancing quickly at past-Dina.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Morgan took a deep breath.
"Kid, I'm sorry to say this, but the murderer got away. We're going to have to get you two into a witness protection program until he's caught. And…I hate to be the one to deliver bad news, but…Your sister is going to have to give up her dog. We've already got a good home picked out, and if it'll make it easier on her she can go and 'evaluate' them."
Ben swallowed thickly.
"She has to give up Checks Mix?"
The past-Dina leapt off the couch, much to the surprise of the other two.
"NO! I WON'T! YOU CAN'T TAKE HER!" She wailed.
Ben made a noise of surprise and started forward.
"You can't take my puppy! Y-you just c-can't!"
"Dina, listen! Please, it's for our safety! If there was another way, I'd take it, but there isn't. You're going to have to give up Checks." Both Past and Present Dina's let out wails, pain crushing their hearts.
The setting changed again, in another flurry of colors and swirls.
Dina was kneeling on the ground, her arms wrapped around a brown, black, and white collie dog.
"This is going to be your new home, ok Checks Mix?" Dina whispered softly. "These people are going to take very good care of you, and when the person who took Mommy and Daddy is caught, you can come home with me and Benny! A-alright?" Checks gave Dina a comforting lick and rested her head on the sobbing girls shoulder. Ben and another boy walked up to the two parting friends.
"Let's go, Dina…Detective Morgan is waiting." Ben whispered, pulling the sobbing girl away from her dog. The other boy held fast to Checks' collar.
"Don't worry, Dina. I promise, we'll take good care of her for you." He assured her, patting the dogs head.
Chi: See why I cried now? SO SAD!
Pikachuluver2012: :D HUG OF DEATH! YUSH! And Yes. Dina was KIDNAPPED! MAWHAHAHA!
Pokemonfan6000: Yes, I am saying yes to the Pm. That must've been confusing x.x
DragongirlMew: The Mew twins scare me a bit...You seem to be worse than me when you're mad! (I call you and your twin sister the Mew Twins, lol.)
Mewtwo girl: HUG OF DEATH FOR THE MEW TWINS!
1Teffla1Shenliu1Tohpis: :D
Magma Red: YUSH, DINA! MAWHAHAHA!
Ninjataco183: I'm not tellin'! Thankies! :D
ilovedogs12: Plot twists have such love/hate relotionships, don't they?
Blossom: I know! One reason why I hate rollor blading...DX