Happy Birthday.
Well, close enough.

I'm now 21 and I still love to write stories.

Hope you all survived my week off.

National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000

When in a crisis, give assistance, not criticism.

"I don't get it Milkshake," Brandy sighed.

"(Don't call me Milkshake!)"

"Well, what else am I supposed to call you? None of us can remember your real name."

"(Well, what can you remember about me?)," I asked, but only received a long silence as my answer, "(Gee thanks… You guys are real helpful…)"

"(Well, it's not like you remember anything more than Pop does.)"

"Actually, I remember you being born, I remember that you're a reborn, and I remember we changed your name to Tyler, but I can't remember who you were before that."

"(I really am a Reborn?)"

"(Of course you are. How else would you have that vision?)," Phineas sighed.

"(Well, I can't remember…)," I sat back, "(Was I ever human to begin with…?)"

"Wow this is a nice place," that Rio kid came in through the back door, "Hey, great… it's you guys."

"This area's off limits," Brandy shouted, "what are you doing in here?"

"Funny story," Rio laughed as if it was funny…

"You wanted to see me sir?"

"Yes, yes come in…," Principal Bisha invited Rio inside, "Now tell me again, would you? Ehehehe…WHY DID YOU COME TO MY SCHOOL BY PARACHUTE!"

"I didn't mean to," Rio squeaked, "the plane ran out of gas and we had to-"

"Name…"

"What," Rio asked stupidly, even though Principal Bisha interrupted him, "Oh right, my name is Rio Elric. It's a pleasure to-"

"I'll also have to confiscate your Pokémon."

"Well, here's Gizmo," Rio put a Quick Ball on the desk, "but Blare's still resting inside that mini-PokéCenter. Which I have to say is-"

"Did you say your name was Elric? Haven't heard of that family before," Principal Bisha muttered as he typed up the name in his database, "what does your family specialize in?"

"Specialize, sir," Rio asked again, but it was getting on Bisha's last nerve, "Well, I suppose you'd call us a circus family."

"A sir-cuss," Mr. Bisha glared at Rio, "So… what? Is your family full of rebels and trouble makers?"

"Oh no, sir. We're entertainers," Rio smiled as he walked over to Principal Bisha's mounted swords, "here let me show you."

"What are you doing," Principal Bisha shouted, "put those down this instant."

"Oh I'll be careful sir," Rio stated as he juggled the twin swords into the air, "Just sit back and trust me here."

"I only give one warning Mr. Elric…"

"Okay, then," Rio put the swords back on the wall. Principal Bisha followed up behind him to straighten his prize possessions.

"These are family heirlooms from-"

"The Shamui Era," Rio interrupted, "Specially designed for the Scyther Style of the Bladed Martial Arts, created by Ken Sugimori, to be swift and effective weapons that mimic the Sword Dance of Scythers."

"Why yes… that's it exactly. Where did you learn such a thing?"

"Like I said my family's a circus," Rio shrugged, "I guess traveling around, I picked up a thing or two."

"I see, so you're like a Pokémon Trainer?"

"Well, not exactly…," Rio blanked out a little bit, "Well, if you can just point me in the direction of the closest hotel, I'll be happy to get out of your hair."

"Hotel? I'm sorry, but our small town doesn't have one of those. As you might of guessed, we don't get very many visitors."

"Well, that's okay," Rio laughed with a thumbs up, "I'd even stay in that Pokémon Center if it would help. Heck, just give me a cardboard box to sleep in and I'll be comfortable."

"I have a better idea," Principal Bisha smiled, "you did say that you were an entertainer of some sort, right?"

"More or less… Blare's the real star of the show. I just point and let her do all the work."

"Perfect then," Bisha sat down again, "We are in need of a trainer for our new mascot. You teach him some tricks and I'll let you stay in the Academy. Besides you wont be able to leave town safely for another two month's at least."

"Two months, but I can't stay here," Rio complained, "we've got places to be and people to see."

"Find yourself lucky that I don't sue you for your reckless stunt," Principal Bisha glared.

"What about food and well, these are the only clothes I've got."

"Don't worry. You will be paid for your efforts, of course," Principal Bisha turned his chair around, "My secretary will show you where the building is."

"So you're going to work here?"

"I don't really have much of a choice," Rio sighed, "according to the principal, I wont be able to leave for a couple of months."

"(Principal Bisha's acting off isn't he?)," I said, "(I don't remember him being so charitable before.)"

"How can you remember Principal Bisha, but not yourself," Brandy whispered. I sort of shrugged as my answer.

"So if this place is off limits then what are you three doing in here?"

"This is Tyler's home, I'm his caretaker," Brandy stood up.

"Well, now I'm his trainer."

"You are not his trainer because he belongs to himse…," Brandy paused as if he remembered something, "you just gave me an idea."

Brandy immediately went to his bag. After a few seconds he pulled out a Pokédex.

"What idea did I give you, exactly?"

"Jonathan Tyler Lawrence," Brandy shouted, "that's it!"

"What's it?"

"Um… that's Tyler's owner."

"Not very good with names are you," Rio laughed, "well, if you can tell John that I don't have any interest in training his Pokémon for him, but I need to do something to-"

"Look, I don't care," Brandy waved his hand in the air, "I'm the one that's responsible for him, not you."

"What's you deal?"

"I'm his dad. Being overly protective is part of the job," Brandy grabbed Rio's shirt, "I don't want him to be turned into a sideshow and neither does his mother."

"Okay, I get that you want me to leave," Rio flipped out some kind of weird looking Pokédex, "but if I don't even know where I am on the map."

"What is that thing?"

"It's a called a Pokénav," Rio explained, "I got it when we were traveling in Hoenn a while back."

"So it's a map?"

"Not just a map. It's also got a phone and a Conditioner built in."

"Dare I ask what a Conditioner is?"

"It shows a Pokémon's Contest attributes," Rio pressed one of the few buttons, "for example Milkshake has a Timid nature. He hates Spicy food, which would be bad for Pokémon Contests. However for battles, this means that he'll have excellent Speed, but low Attack power."

"(So that Map can tell you all that?)," Phineas awed.

"What did I just say about making him into a Show Ponyta."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just using him as an example."

"(Actually, Dad…)," I finally spoke up, "(Some training might be a good thing. I don't want to be helpless anymore.)"

"(You know I can train you.)," Phineas looked insulted.

"(I'm sure you could, but I'm not a Water Pokémon.)," I turned to Brandy, "(Plus Rio seems to know what he's talking about.)"

"You sure?"

"(Yeah, If Rio can teach me a few Fire type moves, then maybe I can beat that arrogant Torchic.)"

"So that's what it is," Brandy frowned, "Rio are you good at training Fire Pokémon?"

"Good? You kidding? I've been training Pokémon for my big sister since I was eight," Rio laughed proudly.

"And yet… that doesn't explain anything…"

"Oh, did I forget to mention that my big sister was the 'Shoot the Moon Ruby'?"

"… I'm just going to assume she used Fire Pokémon, although I don't know why I would."

"You mean you've never heard of my big sister," Rio asked, "her Pokémon used to be so strong that a Flamethrower could be used as jet propulsion."

"…Is that really possible?"

Principal Bisha was busy with paperwork, when a knock came to his door.

"It's open." Principal Bisha frowned as the door opened to Tenma Smith, "what do you want?"

"Why would you just assume that I want something?"

"What other reason would you come into my office without my invitation," Bisha put his pen down and folded his hands together, "so skip the innocent act, what is it that you want?"

"Well, I want to know about Bernice. How is she taking her losses?"

"You're lucky Smith," Principal Bisha turned his chair away from Tenma, "Her soul bond with Ignu wasn't broken, however, They're both still in shock about their eyes."

"That's good," Smith sighed.

"But that's not what you've come to me for, now is it?"

"Am I really that easy to read?"

"What is it that you really want, Smith?"

"It's mostly about my niece…"

"You mean that Dolly girl that you've won the favor of?"

"Yes, that's her," Tenma was taking too long, "she's the closest thing that I have to a family, Third."

"Get to the point."

"She's been caught in the crossfire of you human's plans not just once, but three times."

"I see…," Principal Bisha didn't bother to turn around, "Are you saying that she's a liability."

"I'm saying that I want you to be a little more careful," Tenma Smith warned, "whatever power you have over me won't last forever."

"Are you threatening me," Principal Bisha turned around and stood tall before Tenma.

"You're lucky that I'm giving you a warning, human."

The two of them stared at each other with such intensity that made what occurs between Serviper and Zangoose look like a friendship. Metaphorical lightning struck and invisible souls roared. Each one ready to attack at even the slightest twitch from the other.

"You have no idea the forces you are messing with," Tenma said in his low voice.

"You don't know how far I'm willing to go," Principal Bisha sat back down in his chair, "But I'll see to it that we our plans will not harm her, so long as she doesn't willingly stand in our way."

"If that's the case then might I make a suggestion?"

"If you feel you must," Bisha continued to do his paperwork, "But tread carefully."

"This body's not going to last much longer," Tenma confessed, "I'll need a fresher one."

"Then go get one. Don't bother me about…," Principal Bisha stopped writing when he realized what he just gave permission for, "What do these two subjects have to do with each other?"

"Let's just say that I want to go out with 'a Bang', as you humans say."

"Does this mean this is your last body?"

"Don't be silly," Tenma laughed, "It's the end of my favorite body. I can't tell you how much I've loved being Tenma Smith over the years."

"Touching…," Principal Bisha stood up to look out the window, "Ten years Tenma. That's how long I've had you under my power. Don't you think I've given you enough 'fun' over the decade?"

"Again, it has to do with my niece," Tenma recomposed himself, "I want her to see my full glory before 'I' (as her Uncle Smith) go."

"I see… and how are you planing to do that?"

"I want to have a battle with one of the people responsible for Sixth's eye," Tenma grinned, "I want a fight with that Shisá Mutt known as Tyrone Bondell."

"A Shisá? You don't say," Principal Bisha held back his power, chuckling a little, "fine then. I'll see what I can do."

end

When in doubt Throw in a Pokémon Battle.

I wonder who will be fighting Tenma though. :P

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