Important Author's Notes: c. bottom notes

Drako and Alessa were walking to Alessa's house, Zardevoira and Twinkle resting in their arms. Fortunately, Alessa's house was across town from Heartwood's lab so they had plenty of time for talking.

"You know," Alessa began, "my dad's not going to like the idea of us traveling together. He tends to be a tad overprotective of me. Especially now that I've grown up and developed more," she said, referring to her rather ample chest.

Drako laughed at that. "Just a tad? Remember when we first met?"

Alessa looked confused. "Yeah. I was playing at the park, scraped my knee, and you were the only one willing to help me. What's that got to do with anything?"

"I was seven, you were six*. When I took you home, your father opened the door. The first thing he did was stick a magnum to my head and told me to, and I quote, 'get the fuck away from (his) daughter'."

Alessa looked down at that. "Oh, right. I forgot that part." She looked up as Drako put his arm around her.

He smiled again and said, "Eh, all water under the bridge now. Come on, I'm starving!"

"Heh, heh. Fine, we're going."

They ran the rest of the way to Alessa's house.

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Alessa's house wasn't a house. It was a cottage. It was red brick with a pink trim. The interior was blue. Furniture, walls, everything. Blue. It had four rooms, five if you wanted to be a smart-ass and included the bathroom. There was a kitchen (ooh, smells like bacon), a dining room (surprised they don't eat blue food too), a master bedroom (blue toys, really?), and the living room (ugh, blue-tinted television, now that's going overboard). Alessa had her own little cottage out back with the same basic looks, but a customization setting of Alessa. So entirely black. And no toys. Also, a regular t.v., thank god.

Alessa opened the door to the main house and was pulled inside. Then a magnum barrel was placed against Drako's forehead.

"Ugh, Dad, haven't we been through this before? It never works out the way you want it to," Drako said.

"I am not your father, will never be your father, am appalled at the very idea of being your father, and thus have little to no qualms about pulling this trigger right now." Alessa's father was a gruff man who looked and dressed quite similarly to Drayden, the Dragon Master gym leader of Unova. "Why can't you leave my daughter alone, you perverted little kid?"

"O.K. Dad, that's where I put my foot down," Alessa said, literally putting her foot down. The only problem is that she put her foot down on her father's toes. Drako quickly ducked into the cottage as Alessa's father reflexively pulled the trigger.

"Damnit Bob, stop trying to shoot Drako!" Alessa's mother** shrieked.

"But Aaaaaaaaangieeeeeeeeeeeeeee**," Bob started whining.

"No Bob. No 'buts'. That means tonight as well. Dinners on the table you two," she called out to Drako and Alessa.

Both of them grabbed their plates and ran out the back door and into Alessa's place.

"Geez. I... am... embarassed."

"Why? That's how they are. Sure, it's embarrassing, but I'm your friend and I'm used to it."

"Best," Alessa said quietly. "And only. You're my best and only friend. And you know it too." She fed Twinkle (hey, you didn't think I forgot about them, did you?) a piece of sausage from her plate of spaghetti.

Drako laughed and did the same thing. "Yeah, I do. So, can we lock the doors."

"Heh, heh. Fine. We'll put the metal shutters on the windows down as well. Don't want Dad shooting you in the head for sleeping with me, do we?"

"Aaaaazuzu!"

"Ralts, Ralts, Ralts!"

"Heh, so Alessa. Standard 'leven? Or do you want to go to bed early?"

Alessa slinked towards him. She ran a fingernail down the middle of his chest. "I have a better idea. Wanna guess what it is?"

"Patricide?"

"Hee-hee. No."

"Matricide."

"singsong- No-singsong," she said in a sing-song voice, looking at him like she was a lioness, and he an antelope ready to be slaughtered.

"I give. What is it?"

She pushed him onto the bed.

* They let ten year olds wander the region. I'm sure a six year old would be safe going to the park.

** Alessa's mom basically just looks like a thirty year old version of the Angie from the anime.

Unimportant Author's Notes:

Yay! Some story that's not battles! And I'm back! Kind of! Also, CLIFFHANGER! Damn that feels good. Next chapter will be up as soon as possible.

Combo moves:

N/A

Drako's Party:

Zardevoira (f) [Ralts]:

Nature: Modest

Ability: Synchronize

Moveset: Teleport, Confusion, Magical Leaf, Focus Blast

Alessa's Party:

Twinkle (f) [Azurill]:

Nature: Adamant

Ability: Huge Power

Moveset: Superpower, Play Rough, Aqua Tail, Belly Drum

Zenaere's Party:

Elekid (m):

Nature: Serious

Ability: Vital Spirit

Moveset: Thunder, ?, ?, ?