I have to agree that the Frank leaving was a little rushed, I'll redo that part at a later date and include a little more detail. But, for now, enjoy the newest Episode.

Flame tries to get some decent food but ends up stuck in a battle between his friends and his past. Alot of emotional parts and even more character development. And it even delves into why Flame throws himself into life threatening situations without any hesitation.

Episode Sixty-Four: Hidden Emotion

"What the hell is this crap?" I yelled, gagging on the brown mush that was my 'lunch but I likened it to poison.

"I believe the proper term is Pokémon Food, but crap works," Squirtle said, grabbing my bowl of Poké-poison and digging in.

Scyther didn't seem to be eating either, who knew what was going through that guy's head. The other Pokémon all seemed to be digging in. With the exception of Scout, who was still injured from when the tree 'attacked' him and had to stay immobile incase he further damaged himself.

The thought of the tree reminded me of the decent edibles that were nearby and probably wouldn't make me want to throw up. I got to my feet and walked away, Moron looking up from his stew thing that looked like water with random crap thrown in for good measure.

"Not hungry anymore?" He asked, my reply was a simple growl and I started climbing up the apple tree.

"I don't think he likes the Poké-food," Joanne piped up from her equally disgusting looking stew.

"Why? I don't mind eating it and I'm Human," Moron said, tucking back into his stew while everyone stared at him.

"Well, that image put me off this stuff," Squirtle muttered, pushing the bowl away.

I was looking down from one of the lower branches, trying to remember how I had climbed the tree the first time. Several of the branches had been ripped off during the battle that had been waged and I was left with only one choice.

"I hate climbing the hard way."

I dug my claws into the bark and began to slow process of climbing, instead of my preferred method of just jumping from branch to branch. Although the jumping was probably more dangerous, I preferred it because of the speed that I could scale a tree instead of having to plod along like I was doing.

I could feel the bark that I clung too slowly being ripped away from the tree trunk, so I upped the pace a little and pretty much shot up the last few meters untill I was able to pull myself onto a nicely big and sturdy branch that happened to be right amongst most of the apples.

However, they were all just out of my reach. I cursed my small arms and was about to jump up at the most tempting target when movement from below caught my eye.

"If it is that damn bastard Frank again," I muttered to myself, nearly falling out of the tree when I spotted who it actually was, "oh crap."

The others were too busy eating and watching me to notice the Pokémon that was slowly sneaking up behind them. I was way out of earshot, so shouting was not going to do much. I needed to get down there and fast.

"I know I'm going to regret this," I said as I sprinted to the edge of the branch on which I stood, lept up and grabbed onto a apple. My momentum ripped the apple away from the tree and I went shooting off into thin air.

I took a bite out of the apple as I fell, so at least I wouldn't hit the floor on a empty stomach. Then, the updraft forced me closer to the tree and I reacted instantly. I dug in my three remaining clawed limbs, the forth still holding onto the precious food, and the sudden drag made it feel as though I was being torn apart.

The ground was still rushing up towards me but I was slowing down (and tearing the tree apart in the process)

I could make out the yells and screaming of those below me as I finally slowed down enough to risk looking behind. The noises of the screams must have scared the would-be-ambusher away as I couldn't see any movement from the bushes.

I slowed to a halt and was able to step away from the tree and onto solid ground.

"Cutting it a little close but it worked," I said, taking another bite out of the apple.

"A little close!" Squirtle yelled, "you nearly gave me a heart attack!" He turned away from me, refusing to look me in the eye

"Oh come on. It's not like you'd have cared if I had gone splat," I glared at the back of his head, "as long as the apple survived."

Now, that got him to turn round. His eyes were blazing away and I was pretty sure that I may have slightly upset him.

"What did you say?" He asked, the normaly friendly voice long gone. I repeated what I had said, word for word and he stepped closer.

"You think that little of me, do you?" He muttered, the tone of his voice was giving me the creeps, "after all of the crap you put me through, you think that little of me. Having to see a mountain collapse while knowing that you could have been crushed. Having to watch you fall off of a bridge and being unable to jump in after you. Are those the actions and feelings of someone who doesn't care? I always end up watching you nearly get yourself killed while completely unable do anything about it. I get stuck clearing up your mess and you claim that I don't fecking care!"

His anger was shocking, I had upset him enough to make him swear at me. At first I was stunned but then my own anger flared up.

"My brother once said a similar thing," I yelled, "he saved my life twice but, the moment his own life was at risk, he still left me and my sister for dead. I survived and she didn't. She was the only one who ever actually cared and she perished because of. I moved to Viridian Forest to escape those memories but two things stayed with me. The scar I recieved that day and a deep mistrust of people. So, think about that before you go on a shouting spree!"

Both of us stared at each other, breathing heavily from all the shouting. Pika and Blacky were watching from the sidelines, not daring to intervene. Scyther, as usual, didn't seem bothered. Moron was reaching for a Pokéball but Joanne stopped him.

Squirtle's expression finally softened, "sorry Flame. I overreacted."

"The hell you did," I muttered, the hatred that I had built for my brother turning on the water Pokémon.

"That was uncalled for," Pika said as she stepped in between us, "he didn't know about your sister."

"Well he does now!" I yelled, all of the built up emotion that I had been hiding in my exile to Viridian Forest coming to the surface, "she died. I saw her die right in front of me. The one person who ever truely cared about me, gone. And it wasn't a nice quick death either!"

I turned away, trying to get myself back under control.

"Calm down," Pika told me.

"I am calm!" I screamed at her, "I'm getting yelled at for trying to save his miserable arse. I wouldn't have been in the cave in or anything if I hadn't gone after the Hypno. I could have walked away and been free again but I fought and he's bloody complaining!"

"Are you even listening to yourself? You're delerious."

"You know something?" I said, turning away again, "if you don't like seeing me getting killed so much, then lets end the problem here and now!"

I ripped the Nido horn off of its vine and threw it to the side, gave everyone one last glare before turning away and vanishing into the bushes.

"Flame!" someone yelled from the clearing but I didn't turn back. I was too busy trying not to cry.

"Bastards."