Okay, I've updated some past chapters recently to help my older readers to figure out some details that they might have missed.
Mainly because writing one chapter a week makes it harder to follow this story. You newer readers might have caught on faster.
Of course, I wouldn't know. Know Why? Because new readers seem to be shy.
Trust me, I wont bite.
That's my lawyer's job.
Seriously though…
You all can (if you haven't already) read what I said to one particular "Flamer".
I don't think that I was disrespectful to his opinion. (I rarely think that I am though.)
In fact, I was trying to encourage it, while at the same time, his opinion kept my fire burning.
Seriously, I want to know everyone's honest opinion.
If you don't have time to give me your Opinion that's Okay too.
Thank you all who have Reviewed already.
(Even this guy "Jon" who only said "You are one sick bastard" in Ch. 18)
(I'm guessing for letting you all think that I really did kill off Tyrone, but I'm not sure.)
I hope to continue writing this story until it reaches it's conclusion.
Wherever that may be. At this point, Even I don't know.
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The heart wants what the heart wants.
"What's going on," Derrick shouted to the darkness of Tyrone's mind, "I don't have control over the body anymore."
"Neither do I…," a Puppy sized Growlithe padded his way next to Derrick, "This sucks, I mean, look at me!"
"Wait, are you Tyrone?"
"Of course I'm Tyrone," the Growlithe bit Derrick's leg.
"Ow! What is that for!"
"That's for freezing me and hijacking my body."
"You little mutt," Derrick yelled.
"Apparently I am," Tyrone growled, "but you shouldn't think of it as an insult 'Uncle Derrick'."
Derrick sat down to grumble to himself, "We had so many plans for her, but then that low life stole it all from her."
"You can't blame Grandad for her decisions."
"Yes I can. She must have been distraught. She obviously couldn't think rationally after losing her entire family."
"Since when is love rational?"
"Love? Bondell just happened to be there," Derrick snorted, "since when is that love?"
"So you would rather have her live the rest of her life alone?"
"It would have been better than her mixing our blood with his kind," Derrick huffed, Tyrone angrily nipped at Derrick's hand, "Ow! Stop doing that!"
"Plutt, tastes the same to me," Tyrone spat, "Your blood, my blood… (Brandy's blood.) They all taste the same, look the same, and smell the same. There's no real difference between them."
"Stop speaking nonsense. I'm just a soul now. I don't have any blood."
"Then what are you complaining about?"
Derrick didn't have an answer for the pup.
"One thing that I know about my Granparents. Granma must have loved him to stay with him for fifty years."
"How would you know!"
"Because I'm here," Tyrone smiled at the cheesy thing he was about to say, "Should there be any reason to doubt?"
"But that's the problem," Derrick shouted, "Which family do you belong to? Mine or his?"
"I'm Both," Tyrone growled, "hence, how I'm here. Who cares what classes my families were from?"
"Seems, like you misunderstand the problem that your Grandad had created," Derrick sneered at the young pup, "When I said 'his kind' I wasn't referring to social class."
"Then what…?"
I don't know what happened at first. A Raticate crashed his way in through the window, screaming about something about revenge. I don't know why I didn't run. I wasn't scared, just shocked. Sarah went into the pantry to grab a broom to shoo the fat rodent away.
And by "shoo", I mean "attacked mindlessly".
"Get out of my kitchen," Sarah shouted as she swung the broom in the Raticate's face.
The Raticate use HyperFang to break the broom in half. Sarah stared at the broken end of the broom before she dropped it and pushed us to get behind her.
"(Where's that Freak at?)," the Raticate hissed looking back and forth, "(I want a rematch!)"
"No… sudden… movements," Sarah hushed us.
"(Egg Bomb!)," the Tarsas leaped from their hiding places to tackle the intruder, but they were countered by an all around Iron Tail attack.
"No, my Eggsecute," Lou jumped to recover his Eggsecute, but was stopped by Sarah.
"No don't! It's too dangerous."
"I'll hold him off," I said taking out a Pokéball, "you get Lou away from here."
"But…"
"No dramatic arguments! Just go," I shouted as the Raticate's focus centered on me, "I'll take care of him."
I waited until Sarah and Lou left the room before lowering my guard, "Now we can talk."
"(You're not going to catch me with that human!)"
"Of course, I'm not going to…," I said putting the Pokéball away, "I don't want to fight."
"(How is it you can understand my tongue, Human!)"
"I'm a Pokémon too."
"(You're NOT a Pokémon! You're a freak! Just like that Growlithe!)," Raticate launched himself at me, "(Die!)"
I screamed, as I put my arms up to defend my face.
"Aneki!"
"(What are you doing, human!)," I heard the Raticate shout. I opened my eyes long enough to see Tyrone on all fours biting down on the Raticate, Tyrone's tail flaring behind him. The Raticate struggled to swipe at Tyrone. Tyrone then released Raticate as he flipped over him and skid a few feet, again on all fours.
"Don't you dare touch my Aneki," Tyrone half-growled.
…Aneki?… Tyrone's back! … sort of…
"(I was looking for you anyway.)," Raticate hissed, leaping up with a HyperFang.
"Tyrone," I didn't know what else to do while watching the pointless fighting, "Dodge it!"
Tyrone leaped, as the Raticate crashed into the stone wall of the fireplace.
"You ready to talk about this now?"
"(Ready to die, freaks!)," Raticate shook off the dust.
"Guess not," I had to stop this battle, "Phoenix Gate Open!"
The red wires shot themselves out at the floor in front of the Raticate. AND, No, I didn't miss. I don't need another naked "Orphan" boy running around that I had to adopt. So instead I had the wooden floor grow a wall of branches.
"(How did you to that?)," Raticate shouted, "(Oh Mew! You're a witch! You're going to keep me here fatten me up, just so you you can gobble me up!)"
"No, I'm not going to…," I thought about it for a moment… What? Don't look at me like that. Although I haven't had Rattata for quite a while, I'd never willingly eat a Raticate. Raticate meat actually taste well… nasty, even to most Pokémon. Rattata were much tastier (especially if you leave them buried in the ground for a few days), but he didn't know that. And it might be best not to tell him. That's the only reason that I needed to think about it.
"Aneki'd never eat you," Tyrone barked, jumping at the wooden cage, "But if you don't leave her alone I'll eat you myself."
"You're not helping, Tyrone, so let me handle this."
"I'll do worse than just eat you," Tyrone wasn't listening to me, but continued to bark rapidly, "I'll tear you limb from limb, pluck out your eyes, knockout your teeth, use what's left of you like a chew toy and then bury you alive…"
"(Oh yeah? Not today!)," the Raticate used another Iron Tail to break through the newly formed trees. Tyrone was knocked back by the derbies. Raticate decided to pounce. Tyrone mimicked Raticate's Iron Tail without actually using it. I guess, you'd call that a Tail Whip. Raticate was knocked into the next 'room'. Tyrone dashed in to continue fighting.
"Stop fighting you two!"
Tyrone still wouldn't listen. Something was off. I understood why the Raticate didn't listen, but Tyrone should be loyal. Can't he hear me? They were still attacking each other with tooth and nail. Tyrone bounced the Raticate into the glass coffee table. Raticate quickly got to his feet again and leaped back at Tyrone.
"I said stop it!"
Without my thoughts to guide it, the Phoenix Gate's red wires tangled themselves around the Pokémon. The Raticate burst into flames, but he didn't stop for an instant. He swung his Iron tail at Tyrone. Tyrone took full force of the attack as he was flung onto his back. The flaming rodent bounced, landed, and dug his claws into Tyrone chest.
"(Now you little freak I'm going to…)," he shrieked with a high pitch than he was used to, "(Wait, why does my voice sound so… EEEEEEEP!)"
The Raticate was smaller, younger, cuter, and purple.
"(What in Arceus' name did you do to me!)," the Raticate, now Rattata, squeaked.
"I- I didn't… I mean, I didn't mean to…"
"Ow, what's making that awful noise," Tyrone was coming back to his senses.
The simi-new Rattata wasn't used to being as small as he was.
You could tell because…
when Tyrone sat up, the Rattata lost his balance.
He rolled off and knocked his head on the floor.
"(Owche! That hurt!)," Rattata squeaked, rubbing his head, "(That hurt? Why am I so weak?)"
"How did I get here," Tyrone scratched his head, "Jade, what are we doing at Grandad's?"
"(You, fake Growlithe!)," Rattata stood on his hind paws pointing at Tyrone, "(What did you do to me! I saw fire and then I looked like this!)"
"Ahhh, talking Rattata," Tyrone yelled, but then stopped, "Oh wait… I forgot I can understand Pokémon."
"(What did you do to me!)"
"I didn't do squat, Pipsqueak."
"(Don't call me that!)," the Rattata was about to cry, but angrily stomped his feet and pointed at me instead, "(You! You really are a witch aren't you! Change Me Back!)"
"Mew, why won't you listen to me," I stomped at the Rattata's direction, but he scurried off in fear of me.
"Jade, can you explain to me what's going on," Tyrone tilted his head, "like why is every muscle in my body aching. Why is Granma's coffee table destroyed and… are those small trees growing next to the fireplace?"
"I can explain everything."
"(I will get my revenge on you!)," the Rattata squeaked from under one of the China cabinets.
"Well, except for Pipsqueak," I groaned.
"(I'm not a Pipsqueak!)"
"You know what… forget it," Tyrone padded his way to my feet, then snuggled next to me, "Just as long as you're safe, I don't think I care what happened."
"Tyrone," a thought occurred to me, "can you stand up?"
"Why would you ask something like that," Tyrone sat, his tail waging behind him, "Of course, I can stand. I'm just sore right now."
"(If I wasn't so tiny I'd kill you right now!)," Pipsqueak threatened from his hiding place.
"You know, I can reduce you back to an Egg if you don't shut up," I yelled at the rodent, then turned back to Tyrone, "What happened to Derrick?"
"Derrick," Tyrone had to think for a moment, but seemed to know who I was talking about, "I'm not sure… I can't remember much about him."
"Don't worry about it," I sighed, "Now what to do with Pipsqueak over there?"
"(You won't eat me!)," he squealed, knocking the cabinet a few times in an attempt to back up closer to the wall, "(I wont let you!)"
"I'm not going to eat you," I shouted.
"Eat who," Bonny finally came into the room, "What happened in here?"
"Grandad, um, we can explain," Tyrone shouted, trying to stand up on his two feet, "ow… I think."
"Where's Sarah?"
"She ran off with Lou," I pointed in the direction of her escape route.
"And the threat," Bonny didn't look so good.
"I, uh, took care of it," I shrugged/lied, "made that rodent turn tail."
"Yeah… from violent to violet," Tyrone chuckled, stopping only a moment to sniff the air for some reason, "Hey, Grandad are you wearing some kind of cologne. You kind of smell…"
"Where is it? Where's the threat now," Bonny was rolling the chair frantically looking around the room, he seemed to be losing his ability to use his hands he was in such a panic. His eyes stopped on the wall of small trees that I made earlier, then he really began to panic.
"Where's Sera? Is that thing after Sera?"
"No he's not, Grandad," Tyrone wagged his tail without realizing it. Before I could tell him to hide it, both Tyrone and Bonny cringed, "Ahh, make it stop!"
"What's wrong?"
"Didn't you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"It sounded like rusty nails and broken guitar strings," Tyrone said as he clasped his ears shut again, "Ow! it hurts."
"Tyrone…?"
"Don't touch me," Tyrone snapped, "it hurts!"
The supersonic sounds were not limited to these humans. Leo somehow popped out of his Pokéball and mimicked Tyrone's agony. Laying flat on the floor, he was already covering his ears.
"Leo, how did you do tha-ahhh," Tyrone screamed at the silent noise.
"(Aniki, what's going on… what's that sou--argh-rrrrr) Grooowwwlllll…"
Leo started to simply growl in rage. Not in Growlithe tounge, just simply growling, with no real intelligence behind it.
"Damn, that sound," Tyrone whined, "…I can't… think straight…"
"Both of you Run," Bonny shouted scratching his head furiously with both hands.
"Jade…," Tyrone stood up and pushed me behind him, "get back."
"Why?"
"I can't (explain) it…," Tyrone spoke half-Growlithe, "(That damn) sound (is making) me want to… grrrrr(attack something…) Even you…"
Leo snapped at my leg. He missed and Tyrone kicked him away from me. Knowing that he couldn't hold back his frustrations, Leo then focused his frustration on the leg of one of the wooden chairs. Snapping at twenty bites a second, I was shocked the leg didn't break off. Whatever noise they were hearing must have been painfully intense.
"Ggg(run aneki…)," Tyrone panted, "I can't (hold back) GRrrowlll(much longer…)"
"But…"
"I (smell fear) and rage. And (it's coming) from (Grandad.)"
"Do what he says. Ruuunnn," Bonny roared, Literally!
The bracelet Bonny was carrying emitted a red light and he caught flame himself. As flames grew bigger, so did Bonny. Deep growling could be heard as the cripple's form disappeared only to be replaced with another. A much larger creature. The flames disbursed with another mighty roar. And there stood the biggest Arcanine that I've ever seen in my lifetime. Not that I see many in the first place, but he was at least six feet tall and a yard wide.
Both of his eyes glaring at me.
End
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Coming soon…
More confusion? Yes.
Who'd of have guessed…
Some answers? Maybe later…?
Alright, maybe one answer for now.
No, the bracelet is not a Gate. It's an Heirloom.