Freckles: I failed...

Nanashi: It's not that bad Freckles...

Freckles: Shut up! I told them that I'd make sure that you wouldn't do this again.

Nanashi: I'm not being that random.

Freckles: Oh, no? Then how did you chose the characters appearing in this chapter?

Nanashi: I systematically compiled a list of possible candidates and cut off those that I did not want, then cut off those that the audience didn't want and then used this function on my calculator to calculate the abilities and personality traits of the remainder to pick out the top three.

Freckles: You opened a Pokémon gallery book, closed your eyes, and randomly pointed.

Nanashi: Would you have preferred me throwing darts instead?

Freckles: No…

National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000

Curiosity killed the cat… Stupidity killed it the other eight times.

Uncle Smith had finally brought us back to the Dolly's mansion at the brink of dawn. And guess who was waiting for me. Well, yes, Margret was there, but she was not alone.

Mew, I couldn't even believe it.

"Oh, my baby girl!" That man…

"Are you alright? Did that bad man hurt you?" And That Damn woman…

"Yes, yes. She's fine," Uncle Smith patted me on the head like I was his little doll, "As you can see I took good care of her."

"Hey, I took care of myself," I yelled at him.

"Sure you did," Uncle Smith teased me, "And that's why I needed to rescue you."

"Thank you so much for saving our daughter from that big meanie."

Yes, that's how both of my "parents" talk. And I mean all the time. How these two bozos were able to fertilize an egg on their own is beyond me.

"Hi Daddy! Hi Mommy," Louis cheered and bounced to those people as if nothing's changed, "You should have seen Uncle Smith he was so Awesome!"

"I'm sorry," that woman blinked for a second, "who are you?"

"This is my friend Lou," I stated covering his mouth, "he's a poor unfortunate orphan who's going to be staying with us for a while."

"Oh, you poor thing," that man awed, "and such a hansom little thing at that."

"Thanks Daddy!"

"My, and what are those you're holding?"

"This is Tar, Shelly, Crack, and Sue," Louis smiled, pointing to each one, "After Jade, they're my new bestest friends."

"(Hi lady!)," the four Exeggcute said in unison (and no they weren't talking to Mrs. Dolly).

"My aren't they just simply Adorable," that man squealed as we came into the house, "Come in, come in!"

"I don't think that's such a good idea, dear," that woman said tugging on his fluffy pink robes, "we don't know where they've been."

"Oh, grow up," I said coldly to her, "You do this every single time I bring someone over. Just shut up and let them stay."

That woman started to cry her Coconaw tears and wailing like it was the end off the world. Uncle Smith snickered at my cruelty towards Ms. Dolly. He encouraged it. After all, no one understood my pain like he did.

"Little Miss, you've had your mother worried sick about you," Margret slightly scolded me, "and this is how you treat her."

"Just take Lou to my room, Margret," I said, "She'll be over it by breakfast."

Morning came. Slowly and painfully, but it came. I couldn't sleep a wink all night. Yes, my stay at the Pokémon Center was pleasant, but I couldn't rack my brain on what had happened last night. I don't think any of us could. Karen was still out like a light and Tyrone was still not anywhere to be found.

I took a walk out of the room to help clear my head. It was Saturday today. Usually, I'd be sitting back waiting to watch cartoons right about now. Even if they had a TV here, I just didn't feel like doing that either. I stopped by the healing rooms. Phineas was passed out with a bubble coming out of his nose. This was the only time of day that he seemed to be the least bit active. Next door, the other Fire-Types were sound asleep… Well, except for one.

Tyler was awake. I couldn't tell for how long though. He seemed to be deep in thought, or caught in a trance. I couldn't tell. He was miserable, more than usual actually. Heck, it made me sad just looking at him. I turned around to sit on the bench, but saw something… a book. On closer examination, it wasn't just any book. It was the very book that the cult was using.

"Understanding Mortals: Elements of the Mortal Being," I snorted at the title, "What a complete load of Tauros… Who in their right mind would… Eh, why not."

I flipped through the pages. It was full of both old pages and new pages that were doctored to only appear old. The writing was mostly in English.

"What is this…

(Now mind you, I don't know everything that Brandy read in that book he found, but so that you get the general idea of what the book was about, here's a passage that I, um, "reallocated" for your eyes only. I don't know what this page says, but I think that you can get the general idea of what the book was about from it. There also were some very nice pictures, but I wasn't able to 'reallocate' them in time.)

The mortal being is composed of five essential elements:

The Body: (invented by Arceus) An outer shell of which mortals use to touch and interact with other shells. The Body can exist without the Spirit and the Mind, but not the Heart.

The Heart (invented by Mesprit): The source of their emotions. Although it is known that some emotions can be produced by the brain, all emotions are directly linked to the metaphysical unit, Heart. The Heart can exist without the Mind and the Body, but not the Spirit.

The Spirit: (credited to Azlef) Their main source of energy to power the Mind and Heart. (Also referred to as Will or Soul) The Spirit can exist without the Body and the Heart, but not the Mind.

The Mind: (invented by Uxie) Mortals use this to move the Body, learn, imagine, dream, and (in seemingly rare cases) think. The Mind can exist without the Spirit or the Heart, but not both, And can exist even without there being a Body for it to inhabit.

The Fifth Element: Through observation, it is believed that there must be some sort of fifth element that bonds the other elements together. This element has yet to be specifically identified.

Dialga for example argues that his power of Time to be the Fifth Element, while others (like Palkia) disagrees strongly. This particular argument did not last very long and was quickly forgotten in only 2,000 years time (well, by everyone else beside Dialga and Palkia that is). Shortly after Dialga and Palkia's discussion began taking place, many began to argue that the sense of morality to be the fifth element. This argument was even shorter lived than that of Palkia and Dialga's, yet is still remembered today. Researchers on the subject find more and more reasons as to why Morality is not the Fifth Element. The discovery of what most Mortals now call the Balance of Good and Evil (or the Yin-Yang) is today's greatest reason why Morality is not considered the Fifth Element.

"The Laws of the Yin-Yang Balance dictates that when a form of Good is born then a form of Evil must also be born. This is because Good is similar in structure to Light," I skipped the part about how Light & Darkness was similar to Good & Evil and continued reading, "Doesn't matter if it was 'born' in the Heart, Spirit, Mind, or Body. All beings (Mortal, Immortal, and other wise) are born with the sense of Morality, so therefore have the potential to become one or the other. There is only one known exception to this Cosmic Law. See page 2012 under… Ninetails for more information?"

"Whatcha reading," the twins popped out of no where.

"Gah," I nearly dropped the book, but I did lose my place, "What are you two doing here?"

"Providing harbinger," Christan shrugged.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that Christan's been reading too much again," Kayla sighed.

"Ooh, another harbinger…"

"Stop that," Kayla yelled.

"So why are you two here," I asked putting the book under my arm.

"Our Parents made us come," Christan moaned.

"Again… why," I checked my watch, "It's 7:40 in the morning…"

"That's what I was wondering," Eddie yawned as he walked in, "Today's my day off too."

"Hey Eddie," Kayla waved, while Christan hid herself, "Your dad made you come too?"

"How many times do I have to tell you," Eddie yawned and rubbed his eye, "He's my stepdad… but yes, he made me come."

"Hello? What is going on?"

"Ah, so you're the boy we've heard so much about," a strange man reached out to shake my hand. Principal Bisha stood behind him.

"Forgive us for coming to you so early in the morning," the man continued shaking my hand, "After all, it is Saturday. You don't want to see your Principal on a Saturday."

"I'm sorry," I smiled painfully, "Who are you?"

Everyone, except Eddie, fell over.

"Show some respect," Principal Bisha shrieked, "This is superintendent, Thor Daiko."

"Really," I asked, "You're his boss?"

"Yes, I suppose I am," Mr. Daiko laughed like Ole Saint Nick, "Is Tyler doing alright."

"He's doing okay, I guess…"

"That's good to hear," Mr. Daiko smiled.

"Why should you want to know?"

"Yes, down to business," Mr. Daiko cleared his throat, "It has come to my attention that…"

Enough about them for a little while, okay. All you really need to know is that the one things I hate the most about my old school is that they don't change anything unless someone is dead or dying… mind you My Death didn't count.

Anyway, in another Plane of Existence, Higher Dimension, or whatever. Something like that anyway…

"What are you still doing here," one Not Squirtle didn't appreciate how slowly the others did their work, "Didn't you get a new charge recently?"

"Oh, keep your shell on," the Not Machop answered, "I'm still reading the kid's file."

"Don't take too long. From what I heard, your new charge has already almost gotten himself killed again. Twice."

"Oh, like your latest charge is not a little Miss Daredevil Incarnate."

"How's that comparable," Not Squirtle blurted out the question,"My charge was a Daredevil before she died, yours was some introvert student with self-esteem issues."

"That's strange…"

"Strange?"

"Yes, it doesn't say how he died."

"It was suicide wasn't it."

"Not according to this," Not Machop waved the file in front of his associate, "and you know that these are never wrong."

"Well, if it wasn't suicide, then what was it?"

"Says here 'undefined'…"

"Undefined? What do you mean Undefined?"

"If I knew that, then it wouldn't be Undefined, now would it?"

"Touché," Not Squirtle laughed, "Perhaps we should check the Strings of Fate."

"Don't bother," Not Milotic slivered towards them, "You wont find anything there."

"You," the Not Squirtle shrieked, "What did you do?"

"Me? I've done nothing," Not Milotic stuck her nose up.

"Tell us now," Not Machop demanded, "What have you done with the Strings?"

"Although, I'm flattered that you thought that it was me," Not Milotic glared at both of them, "I didn't do anything with the Strings… this time."

"Like we'd believe a snake like you," Not Squirtle glared back.

"I told you, I am innocent," Not Milotic would have bitten Not Squrtle's head off if she could, "The Strings of every being in Golnar are out of our reach. I can't even touch them. They cannot be altered and I can't see what's going on in there."

"That can't be right."

"It's not! I haven't been able to cause even the slightest bit of Chaos for at least 200 years! And just the thought of that cursed area might have been at peace for all this time," Not Milotic spat, "Makes me sick."

"Alright, we'll believe you."

"Good," Not Milotic smirked, "Now if you don't mind, I have a few lives to ruin elsewhere."

"Why is it that we can't tie her up in a knot and leave her in a pitt somewhere?"

"It's against the rules," Not Machop groaned.

"Do you really believe what she said?"

"Do we have any reasons not too?"

"Well, for starters," Not Squirtle pointed, "she's a evil, she's insane, and she has it coming to her."

"She is many things, but a lier she is not. Deceitful, but never a lier."

"What are you going to do," Not Squirtle sat down, "If even she can't touch Golnar, then how are you supposed to watch over your charge?"

"I have an idea, but it may get us into a little bit of trouble with the Primum Mobile later on."

"Then I'd rather not do it."

"It's for the sake of watching my charge, so I think that he would forgive us if we make a kindofonpurpose mistake."

"What kind of 'mistake' are you suggesting?"

"Isn't your charge getting on a plane soon?"

"Yes, why?"

"I need you to ask her to do a favor for me."

"No, what you are thinking of right now," Not Squirtle scolded Not Machop, but Not Machop only smiled wider, "Yeah them, those thoughts have got to stop."

"Fine if you wont then I will," Not Machop snickered like Not Milotic would, "It should be easy, with just a little smudging of their tickets and they'll be in Golnar in no time... Well, either that or Zealcoast."

"Okay, fine… I'll do it," Not Squirtle gave up, "But since we're bending the rules anyway…"

"No, we aren't going after Her," Not Machop took the lead.

"Come on," Not Squirtle followed suit, "At least let me tar and feather her or something!"

end

Sorry for the early post!

I'm having personal happenings, interfering with my writings. Early post is a insurance measure. One less thing to worry about.

Not Milotic is the property and copywrite of srgeman, (the writer of A Little Night Music and creator of Reborns and Not Pokémon concepts). Thanx again man.

If any of you don't know what a Not Pokémon is, then go to the Reborn Community. There are plenty of stories that have both Reborns and Not Pokémon. The greatest that I've read is A Little Night Music. Hands down. Not trying to be a suck up, but it sets the standard for the rest of us and that story is just great. If you are reading this now, Srgeman, May you have great success in life. I only regret that your story is and can only be a fanfic.