Quick Note: It's 4 in the morning. I don't know why I do this to myself, but this morning I felt an urge to update the story. Don't expect rapid updates like this everyday. *yawn* Please enjoy - aw fuck it just read it if you like...

Disclaimer: "Love and Pain" (the original one) is property of ShadWolf12, this extension of ShadWolf12's story is property of yours truly, and Lucario, Zoroark, and all other Pokemon are property of Nintendo.

Chapter 2

Deep in the same woods as the deceased Pokemon couple's den, trekked a teenage, dirt-and-twig-speckled trainer. His name was Tim, and his pokemon, Ninetails padded on alongside him. It was mid-evening, and the sun was creeping closer to the horizon.

The young trainer swore under his breath. "Fucking great… I'm stuck here in the middle of nowhere, lost, had my compass dropped who knows where, and there's no one around for miles!" He threw his hands up in exasperation. Tim huffed over, and sat down on a large rock.

He rubbed his temples, trying to sooth the ever-twirling whirlwind of thoughts in his head. That's how he always felt. So many thoughts and ideas, never enough time to record them down, like through art or storytelling. Sometimes he'd even get carried away to where all he'd do was sit and stare blankly into space, letting his twister of thoughts within his head go wild.

And…he was doing it right now, actually. He was fantasizing about an imaginary character he made up in a universe of mostly violence, and a few heart-warming scenarios here and there. The character was a simple young teenager, but with incredible power. He would start of in a basic form, a simple guy with specialized brass knuckles to channel his powers with electricity, but strong and durable as an ox. He could also move in quick bursts of speed, but only when pushed to where the skill is a necessity.

Just when he was busy trying to imagine his character pitted against his arch-rival, Ninetails poked his leg with her nose. If she could have talked, she would have asked, "Tim, do you smell that?" Instead, when he asked her what was wrong, she sniffed the air and threw a questioning glance his way to indicate something was awry with the smell.

Tim sniffed himself. No, he wasn't the problem… Then Ninetails poked Tim again, gesturing away from him. "Oh, you smell something Ninetails?" She nodded. "What is it?"

She began walking away, and Tim was left to follow her. Pretty soon, it started to sprinkle. Tim looked up. It looked like it was gonna get pretty bad. Well isn't that lovely, Tim thought. "Hey, Ninetails! If you wanna show me something, then let's hurry it up. It'll storm here soon."

Ninetails huffed in response. So? She thought. It's not like you'll melt like a witch… even if you look like one.

After a short while, the pair came upon a cave. The rain had picked up, and the smell Ninetails picked up from before had gotten bad. Very bad. It smelled like something died.

Oh well, Tim would rather stick in a smelly cave than get wet in the rain. "Come on, Ninetails. The storm's getting bad." Ninetails didn't budge. She was a lot more hesitant about this cave. "Ninetails, what's wrong? The smell too much for you to handle?" Tim asked in a taunting voice. Ninetails threw him a look. If only she could tell him what the stench was...

Tim walked inside the cave. Ninetails shook her head, disappointed. Suddenly, a thunderclap made Ninetails jump in her fur. With her tails tucked (as much as possible) between her legs, the vulpine quickly followed behind her master.

Hey beloved readers! I wanted to add a quick note: The idea for the character that Tim had is actually based on a character named Oxob; just thought about adding a bit of nerdiness to the story :P

-S.R.