Just as a reminder.
Tyler does not remember who he is.
Or anything about himself.
However, future Tyler is telling the story so he will still refer to Mrs. Lawrence as 'mom'.

I'll also be deepening the mystery behind Tenma Smith.
Who is he really? Who is Tyrone really?

I really use the term really too much don't I?

National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000

Don't blame others for your lack of self-control.

I couldn't stop growling. It was sickening enough to see that monster in my body. Now that Vulpix was hugging my rotten body. He was whispering in her ear as if they where lovers. The very thought of her in MY ARMS! He was seducing her. He was seducing her just like he's done with countless other innocent girls and young women. And she…

Jade pushed her uncle off of her, "You may be family but Tyrone's been more open and honest with me than you've ever have."

…she resisted him?… That's never happened before…

"Funny how you've say that," Tenma sneered with my still hansom face, "when he's been spying on you since you got here."

…Damn it…

~have to run~

…Wait what?…

"Tyrone!"

…Can't stop myself…~~~~~~~~~~

"How can did she do it," Tyrone sighed looking out the window.

"Um, 42," asked one of the real students in the classroom. The sad part is none of the other students knew that he was way off.

"No, the answer is 3x^2-5x, but nice effort," the Math Teacher as she paced the rows, "and the next problem is for… Tyrone. Answer problem seven."

"It is solved," Tyrone sighed as he continued to watch the cloudless sky.

"Excuse me?"

"You forgot to put an 'x' in the denominator and I can't tell if that's a one or a seven," Tyrone pointed without looking at the board, "Although even if you didn't forget that's as simplified as it could get."

"Tyrone that… I mean…," Ms. Dunbar was flabbergasted and so was the rest of the class. This wasn't normal behavior for Tyrone. The scariest part for the teacher was that Tyrone was right.

"Tyrone Bondell. Come to the principal's office," the intercom buzzed off almost as quickly as it had clicked on.

"Well, you heard him," Ms. Dunbar pointed to the door, "you know where to go."

"You'd lose that bet, Ms. Whatsyourface," Tyrone sighed, already out the door, "why am I still trying to pull off this charade? I want to go outside while it's still some what nice."

~because if you don't I'll let Tyrone out again.~ the inner Growlithe warned blowing a little bit of fire on a similar ice statue.

"You better not mutt," Derrick punched his stomach, "I barely got the upper hand over him this time."

~Don't call me mutt, Uncle Derrick,~ Tyrone's inner Growlithe growled, ~Call me something cool like 'Fang'.~

"I'll call you whatever I want to Mutt," Derrick growled, "Now where is the office?"

~You could at least use my real name…~

"The office, Mutt."

~I seem to recall that it's close to the front, behind the stairs on the ground floor.~, the Inner Growlithe circled around inside Tyrone's mind to lay down. It was boring inside Tyrone's head without someone to play with him. At least when Tyrone was in control he could come out every once in a while. And when Uncle Derrick was repressed by Tyrone then he would at least receive a scratch his ear or something.

"That's a good boy."

~Really? I'm a good boy?~, the inner Growlithe wagged his metaphysical tail.

Derrick did his best to stop his physical wagging tail. "Yes, yes, now stop taking motor functions from me."

~Sorry, Uncle Derrick.~, the Growlithe side of Tyrone lowered his head to the mental ground.

Derrick, on the other hand, smiled. This Tyrone was much more compliant than the other one. So long as he kept the dog's emotions in check, then he could do whatever he pleased.

"There you are," Jade grabbed Tyrone's ear, "Gotcha! Now what did you do?"

"Ow nothing," Derrick whined despite himself, "let go!"

"I told you coming to school with that tail of yours would be trouble," Jade pinched harder, "Now you're being sent to the office again?"

"I'm telling you that I didn't do anything," Derrick finally got himself loose, "No one's noticed anything yet."

"And another thing, what where you doing following me around this morning?"

"I was concerned for your safety, so I followed you," Derick lied.

"Do you really think that I need your help?"

"Of course I do, you stupid Vu-" Derrick growled, before Jade flicked him on the nose.

"Now you listen here. I don't need you or anyone else to protect me," Jade snapped, as she walked off, "live for yourself for once."

"Fine then, I will," Derrick snapped back.

"Good," Jade turned around for just a moment, "and don't forget we're going home with Eddie."

"What is with women of today," Derrick rubbed Tyrone's nose, "When I was alive, that would have been romantic."

~Did she have to flick us so hard?~, Tyrone whined inside his head, covering its own nose.

"Better let me do all the talking while in there," Derrick said as he opened & went inside.

Seeing 'Uncle Smith' there made Tyrone's face turn pale.

"Excuse me," Tenma apologized as he slipped by, "coming through."

"Okay, that's enough for today," Rio announced, "you did great."

"(That's it? But I'm not even tired yet!)," I slowly stopped running. We have only been working for about thirty minutes. All he really did was tell me to show him how fast I could run and how high I could jump. I didn't even get a chance to show him any of my Attacks.

"It's hot out here and you shouldn't push yourself just yet," Rio assured me, "you're only a few days old after all."

"Don't let that stop you," Brandy laughed, "you wont believe how much trouble he's gotten into already."

"Try me. When Blare was born the first thing she did was try to eat Ruby's hair," Rio shivered, "nothing was more dangerous than that."

"(What? How's that possible? I thought Blare was his sister.)"

"What was that?"

"I said that nothing was more dangerous than messing with my sister's hair. Weren't you listening," Rio paused for a moment before he put everything together, "wait a minute… you weren't talking to me were you? But that means…"

"(Congratulations! Now you've got Rio suspicious.)"

"You can talk to Pokémon," Rio got bright eyed, "does this mean you're a Reborn?"

"No, he's… wait, who," Brandy realized that Rio was asking about him.

"So what were you before you were Reborn," Rio asked, "Oh, wait, let me guess…"

"Hold on a minute, Rio," Brandy backed up, "I'm not a Reborn."

"Then how come you can understand, Tyler?"

"Not that well. I just listen to the combination of noises he makes and just guess the rest," Brandy scratched his chin, "Well, now that I think about it… I do seem to have a stronger connection with Tyler than I do with Phineas."

"Oh you mean like he's your partner," Rio bent back as he walked, "I feel the same way with Blare. It's like we can understand each other without words, ya know?"

"So do you know a lot about Reborns?"

"Well, I wouldn't say 'a lot'," Rio said as we went back inside, "I've been reading this book about them."

"What kind of book?"

"Here let me show you," Rio dug in his bag and took out a large book. I recognized it instantly, "it's called Understanding Mortals: Elements of the Mortal Being."

"(What the hell!)," I shouted, Brandy reacted in a similar fashion, "(That's the same book that Tarsa had!)"

"Let me see that book," Brandy swiped the large book and quickly flipped through it, "It's the same, except all the handwritten stuff is gone."

"So you've read it before?"

"Kind of, but my copy was damaged," Brandy skimmed through the book, "This one seems to complete. Can I borrow it?"

"Considering that you've already swiped it and you're a total stranger, Nope," Rio took the book and quickly put it back in his bag.

"But I want to know more about Reborns. Like how does it work?"

"Let's see," Rio thought for a moment, "most of what I've read didn't make much sense. I couldn't understand squat about the Titan things, but Reborns are essentially creatures who are given a second chance."

"Oh really? I wouldn't have guessed," Brandy smiled sarcastically.

"With most Reborns, a human has some kind of 'regret' or had their life taken from them prematurely," Rio got a daydreamy look in his eye, "but the kind the Reborn that I want to meet is a Pokémon Reborn to be human."

"Why? Are they different?"

"Well, kind of…they're a lot rarer because Pokémon don't usually have any regrets or important rolls," Rio thought again, "But just imagine the secrets that one could learn from a Reborn Pokémon."

"But don't Reborns loose their memories after they're Reborn?"

"Of course not! That'd negate the entire point of being reborn."

"Then why…," Brandy nearly blew my cover, Again.

"Knock knock," mom knocked on the doorframe, "I'm back and Blare's all rested up for you."

"(This here woman's a great nurse.)," Blair pointed behind her as she walked up to me, "(but her treats weren't worth the effort.)"

"(Really? I never noticed…)," I smiled for a second before I realized, "(Wait, I've had her cooking for years!)"

"(How come ya sound like you just realized that?)"

"(Because I did. Dad, that means that she's related to me somehow.)"

"(Dang flabbit kid. He can't understand ya…)," Blare blinked when she saw Brandy nod to me, "(How can he do that?)"

"(Don't remember.)," I hopped up for Brandy to pick me up, "(Maybe if we follow her my memories will come back.)"

"Okay. Don't worry, I've got an idea," Brandy whispered, "Hey Rio, you mentioned before that Principal Bisha's going to let you stay here if you train Tyler."

"Well yeah…," Rio looked around, "So long as Tyler doesn't mind a couple of coopmates."

"What here? But this is a place for Pokémon," Mom complained.

"I don't have much of a choice."

"And it's not like you have a spare room at your house," Brandy shrugged as if he didn't know.

"I don't think that I do, but wait…," Mom paused, "I do have this one room with a bed."

"It's okay, I'm used to camping in all kinds of places. I'll be fine sleeping here."

"Nonsense," Mom scoffed, "there's no way I'm going to let a child stay in a place like this. You're coming home with me."

"(Isn't there laws against something like this?)," Blare asked.

"(How am I supposed to know? I'm just a kid… I think…)"

"(What do you mean, you think!)"

"Tyler Return."

"(I'll tell you on the way there.)," I winked as my world was covered in red.

Meanwhile at the Dolly's…

"Margaret have you seen Louis lately," Mrs. Dolly asked when she came home from her 'busy work'.

"No mam," Margret bowed in greeting her mistress, "Last I seen of him, Miss Ja-, Little Miss took him with her."

"Isn't today a school day," Mrs. Dolly asked out of concern for Louis.

"My apologies Madam," Margaret lowered her head, "She took him with her last night to a friends house and hasn't come home since."

"Well, so long as he's with Babie, he'll be fine," Mr. Dolly walked into the room to greet his wife.

"He's sure spending an awful lot of time away from home, isn't he?"

"Excuse me," Margaret bowed before she left to answer the door.

"I want my cute little Azuril back home in my arms," Mrs. Dolly complained to her husband down the hall. Margaret simply rolled her eyes. The Mrs. was immature even by her standards, but Mrs. Dolly was her mistress. Even if she never changes, Margaret would still love her as her mistress.

Smiling Margaret opened the door.

"Hello, welcome to the Dolly Residence," Margaret bowed asking, "May I take your coat for you, sir?"

"That wont be necessary, Margaret," Tenma Smith grinned walking right past Margaret, "I'll only be a minute."

Margaret watched as Tenma stepped down the hallway. She immediately knew something was off. For starters, it was a burning up outside at least 102*. She shook her head as she watched Tenma Smith enter the room where the Dolly's were speaking to one another. She shook her head firstly because of Tenma's unusual rudeness, and lastly because she could have sworn she saw black flames flickering around Tenma. No, that had to be her imagination. Maybe she's been cooped up inside for too long. She decided on her own to take a small walk outside to help clear her head.

"Mr. Smith? It's an honor to have you in our home as usual," Mr. Dolly greeted, trying his best not to sound rude, "but is there some kind of emergency?"

"Oh no. No emergency," Tenma waved his hand in the air, "I came here to talk to you about your son and daughter."

"Son," Mrs. Dolly asked, "We don't have a son."

"And that's what I'm here to talk to you about," Tenma said as the dark flames filled the room.

The two of them didn't have time to react properly.

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