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Slybill: Hello world! Thanks to all your wonderful suggestions, I've decided to finish the movie before releasing it so in the meantime, let's all continue with the main story!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN POKEMON. ELSE THERE WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER THEME SONGS BY NOW!

Week 1. Day 5

I've been watching.

It's been taking us a while to get to Twist Mountain. Apparently, the terrain changed with time and the path to it was kinda blocked with dense vegetation and stuff like that. And I don't plan on encountering another Haxorus anytime soon. The ditz seems to love the trip though. She says it's good to see the small towns and countryside here and there.

Week 2. Day 4

Jolteon's a lot closer with White than I thought. It's like they've known each other for like forever. But that's besides the point. Twist Mountain seems farther and farther away since White keeps making us stop to help random people or take some pictures. And camp outdoors. White loves camping. On the bright side, I get to see more new and rare pokémon and I've even snagged some too that'll get me a good price on the market (behind the ditz's back of course). Although, my conscience started to act up again when I saw the her playing with those wild pokémon. Yeesh, since when did I start feeling like this...?

Week 2 Day 7

Stopped at a town to stock up on supplies. It's a festival day too and everyone has to wear Kimonos and Jhotonese clothes and all that. I would have declined. I don't look good in kimonos. Which is a lie cos Violet says I look like a total girl in one. See my point? Anyway, White had other plans...which involved banging me on the head with a mallet and dragging me into the nearest shop to get some clothes. Five minutes and an empty wallet later (they don't take tabs...or cards, damn them!), here I am, dolled up, decked out and strutting through a crowded street with White holding my hand like my life depended on it. Talk about forward. Her hand is pretty soft though...and smooth...sooo smooth- where the hell is this coming from?!

Anyway, Emboar's dressed as a pig-demon and Jolteon's wearing a yukata. Win. The only thing I enjoyed in all this was the local Pokétournament that takes place every year. Yep. We won. Obviously, since White's got her brother's skills and her pokémon are tough (Zweilous' got a killer Dragon Rush). The town's elder gave White a hair-band of some sort that's supposed to have been worn by the Hero of Truth's sister centuries ago. Lie. It's cool either way and she's never taken it off her hair. The rest of the day was okay-ish. Only problem was those guys who kept checking me out and going "That busty girl's big sister is hot" or "I'm gonna score the flat one". All in all, I enjoyed myself a little so I don't have to worry about wasting time. There's something I've gotta add though. White looks great against the sunset. Again, where is this coming from?!

Week 3. Day 2

I never knew how wealthy the airhead was until I saw her and Jolteon playing catch with a Fabérge Egg. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was richer than me.

"Oh great. That's the third one this month," I heard her say as it rolled past the pier and into the ocean. It wasn't mine but I screamed anyway only for her to stare at me, smile...and pull out another one from her bag. I stand corrected.

Week 3. Day 4

I did it again.

The nightmares kept coming back and before I knew it, I was screaming and trashing around in my sleep. I woke up with a start and did what I always do whenever this happens. Cry. Like an Igglybuff. Don't blame me! How would you feel if you saw your family die in front of you knowing there's nothing you can do to help. And the stab to the face...It still hurts...Maybe not physically but everytime I touch it, I feel raw...cold...empty...ruined...

Hands wrapped around me from behind and something wiped my tear-stained cheeks.

"If you can't sleep, I'll stay awake with you." That's what I heard as White stayed by my side the whole night. I was too busy sobbing and trembling to push her away.

Week 3. Day 6

It's my birthday.

That's what my tag said anyway. I don't celebrate it. I hate it. To prove my point, it always rains on my birthday. Always. Seeing people throwing parties and all. Pretty pointless if you asked me. But today, I couldn't help but wonder just how the ditz got my birthday. There she was, standing in the hallway, dripping water on the Pokemon Center's carpet and grinning so wide, her face could've split in two.

"Happy Birthday, Ginger!" she said too loudly and brought out a present from behind her back. On cue, people and pokémon started singing and it took all my willpower not to die from embarrassment. The resident Nurse Joy wheeled a cake over to our table and I was pretty sure I cringed as an almost-perfect replica of my face stared back at me from the cake's creamy surface. Almost. My scar isn't that ugly.

"You didn't have to go out in the rain for that..." I pointed out dryly, eyeing the cake like it was poison. "And I'm not a big fan of Mago-flavoured cake."

"Stop bitching and blow the candles!" a trainer called and I shot him a look before staring back at the 17 candles lining the edges of the roundish cake. Sighing, I closed my eyes, wished for a faster pace in my mission and-

"HA-CHOO!"

I hate birthdays. This one particularly because I'm now sitting here, covered in cake blown none other than bubble-brain's sneeze and being slathered in pokémon slobber. I know. LOL. Least I didn't have to blow the candles. BTW, the present was a fancy-looking locket with a picture of White, Jolteon and me posing for our winning shot back at that Jhotonese festival. Wonder what Gilbert would think of this?

Week 3. Day 7

White got sick so we stayed at this place longer than I thought. For some reason, she likes it whenever I have to baby her and feed her medicine. I would've gone for a needle but White hates needles. How'd I know? She had to get a vaccine back in Mistralton and I could hear the doctors and Audino practically screaming from her childish struggle. Anyway, my cube doesn't cure sickness so I can't speed things up. Luckily, Jolteon's here to keep us company so I don't have to worry about getting too bored...or abandoning White in her sleep as fuzzball kept me rooted to the seat with a thunderbolt. I noticed another thing. White's sleeping face looks...cute-ish. Seeing her lips slightly parted and her hair gently lying against her pale face actually makes a good picture. I arched an eyebrow at my thoughts. Then I did something creepy. My fingers reached out and stroked her cheeks before stopping at her lips and tracing them lightly. A moan. Interesting. My index finger accidentally slipped into her mouth and I trembled at how hot it was. I could feel her tongue, soft and small as I ran my finger a little along the rim of her mouth and I stared at her teeth. Shiny, squared with some sharp canines. I didn't know it but White started to breathe heavily and in no time, her lips closed round my finger, sucking it in tightly and making me flush at the strangely-erotic motion. I tried pulling it out but that only seemed to make the ditz tighten around it and moan again.

Jolteon was looking at me now and I was 75% sure of what he was thinking but all I cared about was trying to get my freaking finger out without waking her up. I pulled again and she sucked in harder before moaning again. The cycle repeated itself. Pull, push, moan. Pull, push, moan harder. Pull, push, moan like a horny Gardevoir. Her breathing increased in tempo and I pretty much panicked at this stage as a heavy blush graced her face. I'm slightly aware of what was going on now and I knew what would happen if this M-rated moment continued. I was too late though as she gave a large gasp, releasing my finger for a split-second...and chomping back on it as her mouth snapped shut. I had to bite my tongue to keep me from screaming so I pulled out sharply and eyed my bloody finger.

"Let's forget that that ever happened," I said, taking out a band-aid. Jolteon just gave his coy smile and trotted off to get me a box of Kleenex for my nosebleed.

Week 4. Day 2

Almost a month on the road and I'm glad to say that Twist Mountain's only one town away. White's much better now and my finger's all patched up so we're charging through with the bike to make up for lost time. I've also gotten used to White's boob pressure on my back and her constant blabbing in my ear. Hell, I contribute to it now by chipping in some little things of my own (but just so I can keep my sanity).

"Also, I heard on the news today that there's been a mass outbreak of Dusknoir in Unova!" she stated, fidgeting on the seat.

"You watch the news?" I deadpanned and chuckled as she punched my shoulder lightly (I've gotten used to those too). "Though it's kinda weird for Dusknoir to suddenly migrate to Unova."

"Maybe they're here to eat souls," she suggested and I sighed, recognizing the familiarity between her statement and one I had heard years ago.

"Dusknoir guide souls to the spirit world not eat them. And they certainly don't take people's souls by force either. All they can do is wait for someone to die and harvest their souls when the time comes."

"Ohhh..." was all she replied and I twisted the bars, accelerating the cycle. "I remembered my brother telling me that Dusknoir gathered whenever something bad happened."

"Do you believe it's true?" I asked, just to humour her.

"Maybe," she mumbled and her grip on my shoulder tightened. "A lot of Dusknoir appeared the month Black died...eight years ago."

"Hmmm...weird."

Week 4. Day 5.

Twist Mountain is just ahead so we stopped at an old lady's house to rest for the night. It's been a long month but I'll have to say it was worth it. White was right. It's kinda nice seeing the countryside and meeting new pokémon. She hasn't caught any new ones but she's okay with her current five. I once heard her calling me her sixth pokémon in her sleep and Jolteon gave me a look that said she was partially right in a sense. But I digress. Throughout this month, I've been noticing more and more things. Jolteon's been cheekier than usual but he's also a lot friendlier with people and he doesn't drip on the carpet now whenever he takes a bath. It's probably thanks to White but I'll confirm that later. I also noticed that I've become a bit less empty whenever I'm with White. The hole is still there...but it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I've gotten a bit...um...happier too. Like I frown less and smile more these days, for no reason too. Strange, right? Then there's White, who's gotten a lot stronger than ever. Watching her raise her pokémon like babies and battle with them like pros makes me feel a little proud for being the one to coach her and raise her into what she is now. She's still a big airhead. But I'm starting to see it as cute...kind of. Right now, she's telling the lady's grandkids some stories by the fire and stroking Jolteon on her lap. The scene was iconic and I didn't know I was staring until the child tugging on my pants gave me a sharp kick in the shin.

"Is she your girlfriend?" he lisped, noticing how lost I had gotten in her eyes.

"No," I answered and continued watching White.

"Do you like her?" he asked, making me nearly drop my bowl of soup.

"N-no! W-why d'you think that?!" I stuttered nervously. Why the fuck am I stuttering. The annoying brat just grinned, patted my leg and walked off to play with the others. Okay, what just happened?

...

White and the other runts slept together on the large rug with the pet pokémon huddled round them and it made me wonder what White as a mother looked like. Probably the same but cuter. I crouched low and adjusted the blanket over them before sitting in the corner and staring at the moonrays streaming through the window. The place was quiet, serene, just the way I liked it. It always gave me time to reflect on my life since that day. Truthfully, the only highlight was this mission I'm currently embarking on. Meeting White, fighting Team Plasma and trying out new stuff. It's cool...but I know it'll have to end at some point and my mind brought me to one question. After I get Reshiram, what next? The logical thing to do...is kill White so there won't be any traces of me in Unova if Global Police try to track me. My fingers twitched as I found myself staring at her sleeping face again. Could I really do when the time comes...? Why am I asking this? It should be easy, right? I mean, it's not like I'm attached to her, right? Right...

"Can't sleep?"

I looked up sharply to see our host looming over me with that gentle smile all grannies seemed to have perfected.

"Yeah...just a little confused at some things."

Nodding, the woman looked at her grandchildren and sighed deeply.

"Is it about that little girlfriend of yours?"

"...Did I stare at her too long?" I asked, mentally kicking myself as she nodded.

"She's a strange one...but she's got a pure heart...and a kind soul. She's a catch too and I think you're lucky to have her," she remarked, patting my shoulder and walking back to her room. "You'll never find someone like her in a long time so I suggest you cherish her, okay?"

I stared as she closed the door before realising something. I didn't deny it when she called White my girlfriend. Damn it...

Week 4. Day 6.

I've failed. I've fallen. I don't know what's happened to me. Am I changing like Violet said? Is it White's fault? I don't know anymore. So many emotions rolling through me...I don't know myself anymore. Somebody tell me what's going on! Somebody tell me...What's White doing to me...?

Author's Corner.

Slybill: Action, Adventure AND Romance. Always remember to obey the tag, people. This chapter is really relevant to our hunter's growth so don't complain about the extremely mushy moments! And I also tried to put myself in Scarlet's shoes so I could write this from Scarlet's POV. Later!