Hey readers, Umbrenox again! I am now past the writer's block so here's ch.7. (Anything in bold is telepathy)

*I do not own pokémon, it belongs to Nintendo. The story itself and OC's are mine, and if any events or characters are the same as someone else's it is pure coincidence.*

When I got inside I was greeted by the chandelier, "Is there a day where you won't get hurt? Well no matter, let me get you stitched up." I followed him into the dining/kitchen area and he disappeared. When he reappeared he had a medical bag suspended in mid-air. "Sit down," he ordered with his eerie echoed voice. I did as he said and in less than a minute I felt a needle enter my skin. I flinched. "Ah, that kinda hurt," I said satirically. He must have picked up my tone because he said, "Really, and I haven't sterilized it yet." He continued to sew with his, uh ghost hands while we talked.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"No, I'm serious, I have to sterilize it. Your arm might get infected, and then I'll have to amputate it."

"Okay you do that. Hey, umm, what are you? Like, what pokémon are you?"

"I am a chandelure. A fire and ghost type. I can see that you're not from here."

"You got that right."

"Why did you stay?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why did you stay here when she told you to leave?"

"Well, you know, I don't know. I guess that I wanted to help with her situation."

"I'm sensing more than that."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I am sensing an attraction feeling, and not just from you."

"Look, I know that it may seem like I have an "attraction" to her but, uh, mmm."

"But what?"

"…"

"…?"

"…..Okay, I have a crush on her. Geez."

"Don't be embarrassed, the feeling is mutual."

(By this time he finished stitching, and is pouring alcohol on it)

"How do you know thatOh shit that stings. "

"I burn souls for energy. Souls are the origin of emotion, so I would know."

"Okay, I just got a little more uncomfortable."

"Don't worry, I absorbed a soul not too long ago, and I would never hurt Kiara or a guest of her house. Plus, I only take burn the souls of the recently departed."

He finished stitching my arm and he cleaned the rest of my wounds with rubbing alcohol. "That should do it," he said, "You should ask Kiara for some practice with your aura skills. And you might want to watch your language when you're around her. Good night." With that he disappeared, and I fell right to sleep.

I woke up on my bed in the morning. I did my morning routine and went into the huge room, only to find Kiara sleeping on the couch. She was out, so I went upstairs and decided to cook her breakfast for a change. The only things I know how to cook for breakfast are pancakes/waffles, bacon, and eggs. I decided to make pancakes. First I gathered the ingredients: flour, eggs, vanilla, etc. Then I mixed the ingredients. Finally I put some oil in a pan and turned the stove up. It took me about twenty minutes to cook three for both of us. When the last flapjack was cooked I drizzled pecha berry syrup on them. I had just set the pancakes down on the table (with a fork and knife for each) when Kiara walked into the dining area. "Hey! Good morning, I saw that you were asleep so I cooked the breakfast," I said. She looked surprised that I would make her pancakes. "Oh, well, thank you," she said.

We sat down and enjoyed our meal. After we were done I washed the dishes and Kiara headed downstairs. When I was done I went down to Kiara (who was watching the TV) and sat on the couch next to her. "Kiara, could you help me with my aura skills?" I asked. "You do," she answered, "I was informed of your incident when I got back." She stood up and motioned for me to follow, and I followed her outside and into the woods.

"First, clear your head," she commanded. I did my best to wipe my head of thoughts. "Okay." "Next, take an emotion, any one will do, and focus on it," she said. "Got it." "Now take any energy that you feel and imagine holding it. It will build up and when you can't hold it, imagine to push it away," she quickly gave her last instruction. After a few minutes, nothing happened. A few more, nothing. In fact I bet I stood there for twenty minutes more with no result. Finally I gave up. "This is stupid. Last time I didn't even think to make an aura ball. All I did was-" I stopped. Right there in my hand was a dark yellow, glowing, pulsing ball of energy. "See I, mmm, ah, Kiara, is this supposed to hurt? Because, ohh, it feels like my arm is on fire. Oh, KIARA MAKE IT STOP!" I cried. My arm had veins popping up everywhere, and it hurt like my hand was being roasted. "Brace yourself, this might hurt more," she warned. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blue sphere fly towards me, and hit me in the head. I flew into a tree and blacked out, only for a few minutes though. "Are you okay?" Kiara asked when I came to. "What's your definition of okay?" I smarted off weakly. "Can you stand up?" she asked again. "Yeah," I said. "Then let's try again."

Hey readers! If you were wondering why I haven't posted anything, I have 4 reasons:

HUGE writer's block

Internet issues

I have work at the house

And I am currently writing/typing another story

So, until next time, Umbrenox out.