Disclaimer: Pokemon does not belong to me. Last I checked, Pokemon belonged to Satoshi Tajiri. The only things I claim ownership to are the own characters in this story.

Warning: This chapter does not focus on Brown. Instead, it introduces a new character. Just thought I'd put that out there.

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DUNNE DAYS

Part 3: Banking

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* * * 09:04 - 7 June 2004 * * *

"… and if you cannot show full maturity then the business will fall into the hands of the Handas… can you imagine that? "The Handa Holders"… that's what it'll be called!"

"Well, it's much friendlier sounding than "The Share Holders"…"

The man sighed and turned about his house in despair. "Son, you must take things much more seriously! If you are ever to succeed in the realm of finances, you-"

"I told you already!" the boy snapped. "I don't want to be a banker! That's the most boring job ever!"

"Jordan…" his father threatened. "The future of the business is at stake here!"

"I don't care about the business!" Jordan yelled. "Let Ruri take care of it! I wanna be a Pokémon Trainer!"

"Jordan, you know Ruri is just a child," his father scolded. "We need someone ready to take over the business now… What with my weak heart. And that's another reason why you will not become a Trainer; I need you nearby in case I have another heart attack."

"Dad, Ruri is 9… She's only 1 year younger than me! Plus you've got mum!"

"Ah… Southern is busy with her job…"

"Why does she even have a job? You're rich enough!" Jordan said, voice rising to shouting level again. "I'm leaving and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

Jordan had turned around and was almost at the door when his father found a retort.

"You're only 10 years old!"

The boy stopped and unhooked his backpack from his shoulders, rooting about inside. He eventually withdrew a small magazine with a picture of a teenage boy on it.

"Red! He was only 10 when he became a Pokémon Trainer!" Jordan said, getting out another with a girl on it. "Leaf! She was 10 as well! Look at them! They're famous Pokémon Trainers!"

"This isn't about them, it's about you-"

"No… It's about you. It's always about you. You and your heart." Jordan said, dropping the books back into his bag and speaking quickly, afraid to pause. "Well, you know what? I'm sick of it. The Share Holders were only partially successful because of how well you ran it. I'm a much better businessman than you might think. I've studied the profits… And you know what? After that accident the profits went sky high. Sympathy. That's all your business runs on."

"You are no good at business…" Jordan turned away again, picked his bag up and opened the door. "… SYMPATHY!" he cried out as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"…" For the first time in his life, Heaton Share was rendered mute.

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Author's Note: I love writing family arguments. Heaton and Jordan are no exception. Even if I am a terrible writer (I've seen worse, though…), I really like doing it. The tension and the drama… then, finally, the reunion (if there is one), it's just a combination I really like.

This scene is important to Dunne Days. Heck, all scenes are important. In England, there's a shop called Tesco. The motto of that shop is "Every little helps", and that is a rule I go by.