I scratch at the paper more, the page already littered with bright jewel-toned colours and flowing outlines. This time, I almost sketch a Minicinno, before hastily scribbling it out and replacing it with a graceful Sylveon sparkling with a cerulean cloak of chiffon. My eyes briefly wander to the whimsical scenery outside my window, the varieties of mysterious toadstools adorning the trees it grew alongside with. I tap my 0.5 pen on the wooden desk after, trying to think of more ideas in vain as my mind drifted further from the subject. The background sound of the television drones on, I-See News was on at this time of the night.

"Ty!"

I push a strand of auburn out of my eyes, and glance at the creature that almost pushed me off my chair with it's nudge. It's large brown head cocks sideways, jaws slightly open to reveal sharp teeth.

Something glints in the crevices of his teeth, and I tut, but thankful for the distraction, I dig in my drawers for tweezers. Archè patiently waits for me to carefully fish out the piece of metal from his mouth. It's shaped in a hexagon, lines of powder blue running from the points to join together in the center. Judging from the rust that formed around its edges, it was a few years old and something I hadn't seen in a long while. I stare at it, before the Tyrunt playfully headbutts me out of my reverie. Arché curiously gazes at it, having never seen it before, and snaps his wide eyes to me.

"It's a badge", I laugh at his baffled expression, "And no, I haven't been battling behind your back, it's not from Kalos."

I fondly pat his scaly head, it had taken me longer than I would have liked to accept that Blanc's death wasn't my fault, but still, I couldn't get myself to immerse myself in battling again. Interacting with Pokemon took long enough, and it was all I could bear to do for the time being.

I look back at the clutter of papers on my desk, and murmur, "Reckon Valerie would approve?"

He snorts, his little arms stretching to scratch at my leg with a whine. He was growing restless again, I bite my lip. Friendlier than you would expect from an ancient predatory creature, he still had needs to be met such as expending his energy and Tyrunts didn't seem to be a passive species at all. Feeding him was fine, albeit expensive because of how much food he needed, and he had plenty of space to not feel trapped. He didn't seem to get along too well with many of this city's Pokemon either. I sigh, I didn't exactly know these Pokemon either since they seemed to be native to Kalos. Thinking back, a smile tugs at my lips when I remember having no idea what Archè even was either when he was sent to me from my mother. She had called out of the blue, as she always does nowadays, and with an excitement I hadn't heard in awhile, she blurted out that her team had managed to revive the first youngest Pokemon of its species ever. Their evolutionary line, she explained, was in two stages; being of Tyrunt and Tyrantrum and could grow up to over two meters tall. However, they needed someone to take charge of the young Tyrunt to gather data on its behavior, eating habits, and how it evolved.

They had little data on them, and she figured I would be perfect for the job. She did say there were others that could have helped, but she said that I needed it. I initially refused, but when she whispered that she just wanted her little girl back, I gave in. Weeks of reluctant and wary interaction with the strange Pokemon after, he started to grow on me with his almost Growlithe-like temperament (unusual for his species) and I realized how much I missed being around Pokemon. It was never easy trying to babysit a Pokemon that required constant watching, never knowing when he may decide that wiring was going to be next taste-test or waking up to see wide jaws over my face, and almost having a heart attack.

"Want some food?" I offer, and he perks up, padding after me as I walk into the kitchen. I push open the refrigerator doors, and settle on Tauros meat and some feed that had berries mixed in. Habits of being a trainer still stuck on me, but like most others, I decided to drop out of being a trainer after a period of time. My mother had complained of how much of a waste of talent it was, but I persisted that I was too ordinary to which she'd retaliate with reciting my achievements.

But brother was talented. He was a prodigy, even chosen by those revered legendary Pokemon.

Is, I remind myself. It's not confirmed that he is...dead after all.

"Ru?"

"Oh…"

I had unconsciously tensed, and I force a smile, bending down to set his food on the floor. A rumble growls out his throat that I interpret as a thank you, before he ravishes the food - tearing into the meat with gusto. I watch him gobble his meal, before I check my watch.

[21:30] blinks at me from my wrist.

I beckon to Archè to follow me, putting the dishes away into the machine to clean. The house I was living in was rather quaint; two bedrooms (one that I use for a study room, and for my Pokemon to play in), a bathroom and a small dining area that was joined to a kitchen. Laverre City was spacious enough for every housing unit to have a large yard, which was perfect since Archè had to have his daily romp around the garden.

The bedroom was small, the bed plastered with navy and silver, and the walls blemished with my research of where my brother could be, where he was last seen/possible sightings and maps. I couldn't give up. The authorities had refused to help, saying it burned out a lot of manpower already in both Kalos and Unova searching for him. There were rumors on how the governments were growing corrupt, and speculations about champions that challenged their actions were removed in order to keep their iron rule.

I started to believe that too, after an Ethan had wrote to me saying he met the missing but now mute Red upon Mt. Silver.

I trace the letters of [Eugene Black Underfell] on the wall.

He's out there somewhere.

Archè starts to circle around his bedding restlessly to settle down before he lets out a slight growl when a series of knocks resounds. I grumble as well, wanting to research some more since I had finished my quota of designs for Valerie early. My desk was in one of its messiest states it has been in, considering Valerie appointed me in coming up with designs for her upcoming show.

After the incident, my mother hastily transferred work to Kalos, in hopes for me to recover from everything. She left behind her research in the Ruins of Alph (she claimed they were near completion anyway), to studying fossils in Ambrette City. She didn't get paid much as before, but she smiled whenever she talked about her job, and that was all I cared about. I took up designing, since fashion was my dream before I became a trainer, and the capital of fashion was a three and a half hours train ride from Laverre. I volunteered to design some Pokemon Performer's outfits in exchange for publicity, it took some time and some begging to get work but finally after three years, a big name in the industry named Valerie saw my work, and took interest in me. She made me one of the few apprentices she had, and I already spent almost a year under her wing.

...it was a nice change from what I knew, and even though it wasn't uncommon, I was still shocked to know that Valerie was a gym leader.

Valerie was astounded by my lack of knowledge on Kalos native Pokemon, and made me memorise at least the ones common in her shows, since I'd be mainly designing for them, and thus, needed to know their structure and what they look like. It was strange, they looked nothing like the Pokemon I knew back in my native region, with their large round eyes and the usually recurring pink colour scheme.

I trod down the corridor, trailing one hand on the connecting walls, before I open the door as a gap. A man with a sky blue uniform peeps in uncomfortably, one arm around something I couldn't get a glimpse of, so I open it wider.

"Hello?" I cautiously greet, ready to slam the door shut anytime in case he was a sketchy burglar or some kind. Crimes worldwide was increasing apparently, not just in Kalos.

"Hi!" He seems relieved, and shoves whatever he was holding to my face. "Just please sign this off, Miss, and I'll be on my way."

I give him a confused stare, and he shrugs apologetically in return. He passes me a pen, that I note with annoyance that it doesn't work as well as I would have liked. It's one of those scratchy ones, seemingly unable to produce the ink necessary to write with.

Might as well write with a twig, and berry juice as ink...

"Sign here", he points at the dotted line on the page attached to the clipboard. I quickly jot down my name, looping my letters in my trademark handwriting.

The man gives a quick bow, and hightails it, I lift an eyebrow before a nudge on my leg makes me look down.

I sigh, and scratch the Pokemon's chin, "Please don't scare them off."

"Tyrun…"

I revert my focus onto the brown paper covered parcel, and squint.

"Think it's something dangerous?" I muse, and give it a poke. My fingertip meets the rough exterior, and as I expected, the content isn't anything soft.

"Tyrunt!" My Pokemon caws, his eyes glimmers at me hopefully.

"No, you can't eat it", I scold, and immediately lift it somewhere he can't get it.

"Ty!"

"Look, if it's food of any kind, I'll give it to you - deal?"

I study the package. It is a small box shaped parcel and looks roughened up while it was on its way to me with its dents and frayed edges.

"Wait", I suddenly think out loud, "What if it's not for me?"

"Ru?" Archè cocks his head to the side curiously. I laugh, and I shake my head.

Figures a millennials old pokemon wouldn't know what a parcel is...

I flip the object over, and scan the name of who it's supposed to be sent to.

[Reiyss Gray Underfell, 21 Flora Road, Laverre City].

I hum, as follow the lines of the letters with my eyes. It all seemed fairly normal, but the question was to who sent it to me. Not too many people mailed to me, after all, the Holo-Caster was there for a reason, but if it was a parcel, they were usually sent to me to the Pokemon Center nearby.

I scan downwards to the sender's details, and my breath catches in my throat.

[E.B.U, Mauville City, Hoenn.]

What?

My heart beats rapidly, and I don't dare to breathe. With trembling hands, I touch the letters inked in black. I breathe out a moment later, and tug at the twine, not sure what I was expecting. A feeling of dread sinks in my stomach.

What if it's a body part, or some sick ploy?

What rolls out of the cardboard box is something that I didn't even consider.

A/N: Well, that's it. I'm not sure how good it is, and hopefully some of you will enjoy it (if any one actually bothers to read it). Any feedback is greatly appreciated, whether it's via PM or reviews.
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~Blue