Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my story. Here's the second one now, coming right up. Yeesh, I apologize greatly for me awkwardness here in the A/N. I'd forgotten what I oughta write in here xD Anyways, enjoy~

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

Chapter 2: A Push Into the Journey

"Ida!" Cyrano screamed again. "Ida, come out! Please come out!"

He heard his front door open. Cyrano ran downstairs, his teeth bared. "Give me back my sister-" he began to shout, but stopped short. It wasn't a kidnapper standing in the doorway. A lanky boy with dark hair stood, staring solemnly at Cyrano with roan-red eyes.

"Cyrano," he said.

"Freyr..." Suddenly a wave of exhaustion washed over him. He swayed, but his friend ran forward and steadied him in an embrace. Wordlessly, Freyr dragged Cyrano into the kitchen and sat him down on a chair. He had been at the house so often that Freyr didn't have to ask Cyrano where his things were. He grabbed a glass, filled it with water, placed it on the table, and set about picking up the pieces of a broken dish on the floor. Freyr did all of this while his friend sat blank-faced on the chair.

"Ida's gone," was all Cyrano could say.

His friend nodded and stayed silent. Now that the floor was clear of sharp hazards, Freyr pulled up a second chair and sat in front of Cyrano.

"Okay, buddy, look at me. Focus," Freyr told him calmly.

Cyrano stared back at him, confused. This prompted the other boy to grin slightly.

"Good, that shows me you're listening. We have to keep calm right now and look at the current situation, all right? Primordia has just been attacked. You know that, yes?" Cyrano nodded.

"I didn't see what happened at the town's center, but I did see enough outside that the ones who did this came in vast numbers."

"The town hall was on fire," Cyrano heard himself say. "The buildings around it were damaged, but the rest of the town is in pretty good shape, I guess." As if a town who had its children kidnapped could be in good shape...

Freyr nodded, his expression as calm as ever. "Excellent. Now, where do you think your parents are?"

"They work at the hospital," he mumbled in response. There was a flutter of relief inside of him for the people who had been injured. "They're probably tending to the wounded right now." At the mention of his parents, Cyrano got up from the chair and breathed hard. Suddenly the house felt too small.

"Ida is gone, Freyr. She's gone! They took her away, I know it." Panic settled in his chest. "What are they going to do to her, Freyr? Who are those people anyway?"

Freyr was looking at him with a grim expression on his face. "I could do some research and find out who they are, but as for what they're going to do with all those kids they took, I'm as clueless as you."

"We need to go. Now." Cyrano went to the fridge and scribbled a messy note for his parents: They took Ida. Gone to find her. I promise I'll come back with her.

"Cyrano, wait, listen-"

"No!" He whirled on Freyr, eyes blazing. "My sister was stolen. Not yours, mine. You may have gotten out of this whole mess unscathed, but I was supposed to take care of her, okay? I was supposed to-"

Freyr lunged forward and knocked Cyrano to the floor. He pinned his arm across the boy's chest and planted his other hand beside his hea

"Listen to yourself, Cyrano! I've been your friend since childhood, your little sister is as much of a sister to me as she is to you, you got it?" Freyr wasn't yelling, but his face was so close to Cyrano's and his voice had so much strength in it that it certainly felt like Cyrano was being yelled at. He wanted to struggle but he knew it was futile - Freyr's Riolu anima wouldn't let him move a centimeter even if he tried.

"I want to save Ida as much as you do, but we've got to have some kind of plan, and we've got to work together. Got it?"

"All right, all right, I'm sorry. I understand. I'm sorry, Freyr." Once the pair rose from the floor and gotten to their feet, they stood around in silence. They Cyrano allowed himself to smile ruefully.

"Let's figure something out, yeah?"

Freyr smiled and patted Cyrano's shoulder, maybe with a little more force than he had intended.

With Cyrano's spirited determination and Freyr's brains, the two young teens managed to get a plan together within half an hour. They'd talked it over as they stuffed their daypacks with a few items for survival - water bottles, any on-the-go foods they could get their hands on, flashlights (since their animas had no form of creating light for them), notepads for keeping information, a multi-purpose knife that Cyrano got from his dad's toolshed, and a small survival field guide that Freyr owned. They also took about 500 Pokedollars each, hoping the skimpy amount would be all they'd need on their adventure.

They would follow the hopefully obvious trail the kidnappers took through the forest. Freyr's keen Foresight would help with tracking. If the pursuers were heading in the general direction of another town or city (Primordia was very much surrounded by other cities and towns in nearly every direction), then the pair would stop for a bit to ask for information, restock on supplies, perhaps talk to the authorities if they found out something new

The plan was bound to change at any moment, but it was all they had and all they could work with. As Cyrano and Freyr left the house and walked through his backyard towards the surrounding woods, Cyrano wondered if what they were doing was reckless, silly even. They were just a pair of fifteen-year-old kids - they should be leaving this job to the adults. Surely by now news of the attack on Primordia would have spread. People everywhere were probably taking action now. So why were they going off into the unknown, going against something that was probably much bigger than anything they could ever imagine?

To Cyrano, the answer was simple: his sister had to be saved, and he had to be the one to save her. He'd always vowed to protect her, no matter what, and he had let her come in harm's way. The only one who could do this was him. But he was glad to have such a good friend at his side.

And the journey was not only for his sister, but in a way it was for himself. Cyrano could feel the spirit of the Treeko within him. It burned with energy, itching to taste action and experience. It was on the verge of evolving, and who knew what would trigger the change out in the big world?

Cyrano glanced back at the house once they'd closed the gate to his backyard and walked a considerable distance into the forest. Freyr glanced back as well, and then the two looked at each other.

"Here we go," Freyr said.

Cyrano smiled slightly. "Yeah," he replied.
I promise I'll find you, Ida. I swear.

And there we have it. Hope you enjoyed, and reviews are greatly appreciated!