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Chapter 2 – Gonna'
Be A Long Trip

Authors Note: This chapter once more,
was supposed to be two parts, but... I think it had a good enough
stopping point. My goal was to present as much background info as
possible while keeping it funny and not sounding like a narrative. I
think I did that too. You can judge.

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To
poke a wood fire is more solid enjoyment than almost anything else in
the world. - Charles Dudley Warner

Me - “You know,
that’s really true.”
Friend named Carlos – “I
know, right? Okay, look, whenever you see a group of old men sitting
around a camp fire, one of them is poking it with a stick.”
Me
– “Man… You’re right. It’s just…
there… all poke-able, and stuff.”
Friend named Carlos
– “I know… awesome.”

My Thoughts
on the Matter:

There’s just something about a fire that
attracts mankind. Maybe it’s the destructive power of it. Maybe
it’s the cleansing power of it. With fire, problems can be
caused, and problems can be solved. As with most things in life, it’s
merely a matter of perspective and utilization. Fire is a neutral
force. Those with the ability to use fire; they’re the one’s
who cause harm or help others. At any rate, fire is a beautiful force
in nature, much like the rain, and any other phenomenon.

In a
sense, life can kinda’ be traced back to a game of Rock, Paper,
Scissors; much as fire beats grass, grass beats water, and water
beats fire in Pokemon. The water types calm those fire types with hot
heads, always acting on impulse. These water types shower the fire
types with their benevolence and kindness. However, there are always
grass types, ready to sponge up the kindness of the water types, and
profit off of their generosity. When this occurs, and the grass types
rise to power off of the waters, the time comes for those with the
passion and attitude necessary to defeat these tyrants: The Fire
Types. With their mighty fire, they burn the grass to the ground,
effectively stopping the problem. Thus, the cycle begins
again.

Maybe in life, there really is no end to all of the
struggling. However, I will never stop believing that there are
things in life that must be struggled for. And for what it’s
worth, I think it’s what happens during these struggles that
makes life what it is.

And if I made it sound like the
grass type is evil, sorry. :P
I merely used them in that order for
the analogy’s sake. That, and I’m kinda’ biased. I
always have put the Big 3 in this
order:
Charizard
Blastoise
Venusaur

If you don’t
like it, deal with it. :P

As
Kendrick woke to the first rays of sunlight shining through the
surrounding trees and stretched out his body, he noticed Vesta had
yet to wake up. He relaxed his body again, deciding it would be
better for the both of them if they slept in a bit this
morning.

Meh… what could a little beauty sleep hurt?
God knows we could use it…

Watching her sleep not
five feet away from him, he couldn’t help but be thankful that
she was facing the other way, and not able to see him staring. She
really is pretty… too much so for me. Argh… what am I
thinking? Besides, it’s not like she has a boyfriend or
anything, right? All I’ve gotta’ do is stick around her
long enough for her to see how great a guy I am, and everything will
fall into place. Yeah. That’s it.

Dammit!!! Now I’m
just kidding myself. Still though, it’d be nice…

Kendrick’s
mind began to wander to the night
before.

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Damn
it’s cold. It’s getting harder to fake it too. Ken
and the girl were just leaving Saffron City after having passed
through it on their way to Vermilion. The trip had gone as smoothly
as Ken had planned, and the only stop they had to make was a quick
one back in Celadon. He had been forced to break into his house since
his parents were home to nab a couple of sleeping bags he kept in his
room.

While there, he made sure to grab his jacket for the
girl, as well as a couple more simple outfits he could fit in his
bag. Even if he wouldn’t need everything, he was pretty sure
the girl was wearing everything she owned, and he knew it could get
pretty cold at night this time of year.

They had run in almost
perfect silence on their way out of Celadon, as they were doing
everything they could to not make their presence known as they left.
However, Ken couldn’t help but notice that the trend had
continued their whole journey up till now. She hasn’t said a
damn thing all night. We’ve just been walking. Then again, I
haven’t exactly started up a conversation either. She doesn’t
look like she’s cold at all either. Maybe I should ask for my
jacket back… nah. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of
me, would it? Still, it’s cold as hell. And my leg’s
killing me…

As they continued down Route 6, it was
nearing midnight. “Hey, you feeling tired at all? It’s
getting late, and I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold. We
should probably just camp out at the lake up ahead.”

“Sure.
I was actually ready to crash back before we reached Saffron, but I
didn’t want to worry you.”

“What? That was
pretty dumb, no? It doesn’t do anybody any good if you’re
not at a hundred percent. But hey, I appreciate it. We can rest all
we want on the ship or in the Sinnoh region. Right now, we’ve
gotta’ get on a ship out of here.”

“Sinnoh?
I thought you said you didn’t know where you wanted to go yet.
Why there?”

“Yeah, I was thinking on the way here.
I’ve got an uncle who lives in Jubilife City. I figure we could
stay with him for a bit, just until… I don’t really know
what I’ll do next.” Wow. I’ve had hours now to
think, and I haven’t even thought about that. Damn.

The
two reached the lake Ken had mentioned, and he started setting up the
sleeping bags. While he rolled them out and unloaded everything he
was carrying, he saw the girl walk over to the water and sit
down.

After everything was ready, he walked over and joined
her. “So, is there something on your mind?”

“Why?”

“Dunno’.
You just looked like you were thinking.”

“Oh…
I was, by the way.” She took of her shoes and dipped her feet
in the water.

“Umm… isn’t the water
cold?”

“A little, but I figured it’d help me
stay awake.”

Not a bad idea. Not to be outdone,
he followed suit, and rested his feet as well. Holy… shit…
The water’s freezing!!!

“Something
wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” Fucking
freezing. Ken took a deep breath. “So, you gonna’
tell me what you were thinking about?”

“I could,
but I’m not even sure myself.”

“What do you
mean?”

“Well, I’m trying to remember things.
Anything really. The last clear thing I remember was seeing you
talking to that woman on the street. Before that… there’s
really nothing there. Just bits and pieces of what I think are
memories.”

“So, the first real memory you have is
of me? How so? Did you, like, wake up in the city somewhere?”

“Yeah.
It was about a block or two away, in a ditch.”

“A
ditch? Any clue how you got there?”

“No. I’m
sorry, I feel like it was important…”

“Hey,
don’t apologize. It’s not your fault. Well, what are
those memories about? Maybe if we work on those fragments, we’ll
figure something out.”

“Yeah. Yeah!”

Awesome,
she’s feeling better again. I just hope I can really help
her.

“Some of the memories, are of… what I
can do.”

“You mean like that fire crap you pulled
back in Celadon? I haven’t thanked you yet, have I? You really
did save my life back there.”

“Oh… I just…
thought you needed help.”

The girl started blushing, and
Ken noticed. Damn, and here I thought she couldn’t get any
cuter.

“Well, thanks anyway. So, how exactly…
can you… you know… do that stuff?”

“You
wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Well, I
can pretty much guarantee you I’ll be open to it. Hell, you
gave me some real proof, no? Lay it on me.”

“I,
have more of those, powers. In my memories, I keep hearing myself
referred to as an ‘Arcanine Type’. You know, like the
Pokemon?”

“An Ar… Arcanine. Like the
Pokemon. Like the Pokemon?!” Ken’s face showed his
disbelief and confusion.

“You don’t believe me, do
you?”

“No, I believe you. But, an Arcanine! I
mean, come on! What the hell are you talking about?!”

“I
told you! I don’t know! That’s just what they’re
calling me in my memories.”

“Okay, wait a minute.
While I’m processing that, answer this. Who’s calling you
that, in your memories?”

“I… don’t
know. They look like scientists. Some of them were nice, and other’s
were upset. They kept calling me Prototype 2.2, and I was hooked up
to some machines.”

“What kind of machines?”

“I
don’t know! They were machines! How should I know?!” The
girl was frustrated, and looked ready to cry.

“Hey…
it’s okay.” Kendrick moved closer to her and wrapped his
arm around her, bringing her close to his chest to comfort her. Wow…
this is my first time touching her. She’s really warm…
Really warm. Jesus, she’s almost on fire! Maybe that’s
why she doesn’t notice how cold it is… Wait. Do I really
believe her? I mean, she’s obviously not normal, but come on.
An Arcanine… girl… thingy? I mean, she kinda’
looks like one. A little bit. But that’s just a coincidence.
She’s not that. Her dreams are obviously just a bit scrambled
and confused. She’s normal. Just a normal…
fire-breathing… girl with a bushy tail. Fuck. She’s not
normal, is she?

The two sat in complete silence as they
stared out into their own respective mental abysses. Man, it’s
getting even hotter out here. My feet are burning. Wait… they
really are burning!

Kendrick jumped up to get his feet out
of the water as Vesta caught what had happened.

“I’m
sorry! I must’ve lost my focus or something! I’m so
sorry!”

“Hey, don’t worry about it! I’m
used to being boiled alive! Haha… Ha…” Guess
she wasn’t lying after all. She really does have some kind of
power with fire. And, if I’m gonna’ believe that, I may
as well just accept the whole Arcanine bit too. “Hey, so do
you remember anything else important?”

They were walking
back to their makeshift camp for the night. “Hmm…
nothing in particular. Just a bunch of memories of me
training.”

“Well, do you remember any other people
specifically? I’d imagine you didn’t train alone all the
time…”

The flash of fear across her face was so
sudden, Kendrick wasn’t even sure if he’d really seen
it.

“Nah, can’t remember a thing! Come on, it’s
bedtime!” The girl threw herself into hiding in her bag,
leaving Ken to stare and wonder.

“Alright, we really do
need some sleep.” Maybe she really doesn’t remember…
but… I don’t really think she’s telling me
everything. Screw it. She’ll tell me if it’s important. I
trust her enough for that.

As Ken crawled into his bag, he
realized he didn’t even know the girl’s name.

“Hey,
you didn’t fall asleep that fast, did you?”

“No.”

“Can
you come out and talk to me?”

“Why?”

“I
don’t even know your name.”

She peeked around the
bag and looked at Ken. “My name?”

“Yeah,
what is it?”

“As far as I know… it’s
Prototype 2.2.”

“What? What the hell kind of a
name is that?”

“It’s the only thing I can
remember being called.”

“Wow… okay. Well,
what should I call you then?”

“I don’t know.
What do you want?”

“What? I’m not naming
you. Sorry. Not only do I hate picking names, it’s just…
weird.”

“Well, then it doesn’t matter, does
it?”

“Damn it! I’ll call you Ava Gina, since
you don’t seem to mind.”

“Oh yeah! Then I’ll
call you an asshole!”

“Real clever.”

“Asshole.”
The girl dropped beneath her bag once more till Ken couldn’t
see her.

“Okay, okay. I get it. I’m sorry.”

They
both laid there in silence, and time seemed to pass by slower than
normal.

I hope she’s not too mad at me. Come on! How
does she expect me to do something as stupid as that? Name her…
dammit.

“Hey, you still mad at me?”

“Who
said I was mad?”

“Fair enough. You obviously are.
I’ve got one.”

“One what?”

“A
name.”

She didn’t say anything.

“How
about Vesta?”

“Vesta?”

“Yeah.
Do you like it?”

“Why that?”

“Dunno’.
Guess I just like the sound of it. I think it suits you.”

“Hmmm…
sounds good enough.”

“That’s it?!”

“What,
did you expect me to jump for joy?”

Damn her. She’s
the one who told me to think of one. Whatever. “Fine.
Goodnight. Vesta.”

“Goodnight. Ken.”

He
relaxed his body, looking up at the stars, and didn’t even
notice that he was falling
asleep.

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Vesta
couldn’t believe how little sleep she actually got last night.
Damn… it’s already day. We’re going to be
leaving soon. I just couldn’t stop thinking about if I really
did that? Whatever… there’s no point worrying now. So,
you called me Vesta? Hmmm… not bad. I like it. I wonder
though… where did he come up with a name like that? Oh well.
Is he awake yet?

From behind, she could hear Ken getting
up and stretching. As he collapsed back onto the floor, she couldn’t
help but feel like she was being watched. I bet he can’t
stop watching me… what a loser. Still though, it’s
kinda’ nice to think that he admires me. Maybe I’ll play
with him for a while. Who knows? He may be worth the effort. Besides…
last night was kinda’ nice…

As she continued
to feign sleep, her mind wandered to the night
before.

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The
fool looks cold… maybe I should give him back his
jacket...

Ken and the girl were just leaving Saffron City
after having passed through it on their way to Vermilion. The trip
had gone as smoothly as Ken had planned, and the only stop they had
to make was a quick one back in Celadon. He had been forced to break
into his house since his parents were home to nab a couple of
sleeping bags he kept in his room.

While there, he made sure
to grab his jacket for the girl, as well as a couple more simple
outfits he could fit in his bag. Even if he wouldn’t need
everything, he was pretty sure the girl was wearing everything she
owned, and he knew it could get pretty cold at night this time of
year.

I told him not to. I don’t get very cold
easily, but “Noooo… it’s the polite thing to do.”
Idiot.

They had run in almost perfect silence on their way
out of Celadon, as they were doing everything they could to not make
their presence known as they left. However, Vesta couldn’t help
but notice that the trend had continued their whole journey up till
now. Man, would it kill him to say something? This isn’t how
you keep a girl company. Nah, he’s probably just thinking. I
did kinda’ drop something big on him earlier. But, I honestly
didn’t think he was the type to be freaked out too much by it.
Maybe I was wrong… or maybe he just doesn’t care about
me… Damn it! Say something, you moron! Stop thinking about it
and ask me!

As they continued down Route 6, it was nearing
midnight.

“Hey, you feeling tired at all? It’s
getting late, and I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold. We
should probably just camp out at the lake up ahead.”

“Sure.
I was actually ready to crash back before we reached Saffron, but I
didn’t want to worry you.”

“What? That was
pretty dumb, no? It doesn’t do anybody any good if you’re
not at a hundred percent. But hey, I appreciate it. We can rest all
we want in the Sinnoh region. Right now, we’ve gotta’ get
on a ship out of here.”

“Sinnoh? I thought you
said you didn’t know where you wanted to go yet. Why
there?”

“Yeah, I was thinking on the way here.
I’ve got an uncle who lives in Jubilife City. I figure we could
stay with him for a bit, just until… I don’t really know
what I’ll do next.”

What he’ll… do
next? Not we?

The two reached the lake Ken had mentioned,
and he started setting up the sleeping bags. While he rolled them out
and unloaded everything he was carrying, Vesta walked over to the
water and sat down.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised…
he doesn’t really know me. And it’s not like I care about
him! Just… I kinda’ thought I’d be going with him
other places for a while. Idiot! Does he even care about what’ll
happen to me? “He’s just scared.” Of what?
“Of girls.” Really? “Yeah! He didn’t
talk to me the whole way here.” That’s not scared…
that’s shy. “Same thing.” Maybe. But what if
he was scared of… you. “Why me?” You’re
not normal…

After he’d finished setting up,
he walked over and joined her.

Crap, he’s coming
over.

“So, is there something on your
mind?”

“Why?”

“Dunno’.
You just looked like you were thinking.”

“Oh…
I was, by the way.” She took of her shoes and dipped her feet
in the water.

“Umm… isn’t the water
cold?”

“A little, but I figured it’d help me
stay awake.”

Not to be outdone, he followed suit, and
rested his feet as well.

Idiot. “Something
wrong?”

“Nothing at all.”

Liar.
Still, he’s kinda’ cute…

Ken took a
deep breath. “So, you gonna’ tell me what you were
thinking about?”

No! Not on your life! But… he
needs something. Argh… think of something! Aha! “I
could, but I’m not even sure myself.”

“What
do you mean?”

“Well, I’m trying to remember
things. Anything really. The last clear thing I remember was seeing
you talking to that woman on the street. Before that… there’s
really nothing there. Just bits and pieces of what I think are
memories.”

“So, the first real memory you have is
of me? How so? Did you, like, wake up in the city somewhere?”

Wow,
I came up with an escape pretty fast… “Yeah. It was
about a block or two away, in a ditch.”

“A ditch?
Any clue how you got there?”

How did I get there? I
can’t even remember where I live… or what my name is…
anything at all. Damn, he’s trying to help and I can’t
remember a thing! “No. I’m sorry, I feel like it was
important…”

“Hey, don’t apologize.
It’s not your fault. Well, what are those memories about? Maybe
if we work on those fragments, we’ll figure something
out.”

Wow… he’s really trying to help
me. Maybe he wasn’t as scared as I thought. Maybe I was right
about him… Still though, if he can help, why not give it a
shot? Then, maybe I’ll find out some more about him…
“Yeah. Yeah!”

Well, since he seems to be able
to take it… I might as well tell him the truth.

“Some
of the memories, are of… what I can do.”

“You
mean like that fire crap you pulled back in Celadon? I haven’t
thanked you yet, have I? You really did save my life back
there.”

His life? I… guess I did… I
just didn’t want him getting hurt. Especially after he tried so
hard to save me… Wait. He saved me. He risked himself for…
me. “Oh… I just… thought you needed
help.”

The girl started blushing, and silently prayed
Ken couldn’t see very well in the dark.

“Well,
thanks anyway. So, how exactly… can you… you know…
do that stuff?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if
I told you.”

“Well, I can pretty much guarantee
you I’ll be open to it. Hell, you gave me some real proof, no?
Lay it on me.”

“I, have more of those, powers. In
my memories, I keep hearing myself referred to as an ‘Arcanine
Type’. You know, like the Pokemon?”

“An Ar…
Arcanine. Like the Pokemon. Like the Pokemon?!” Ken’s
face showed his disbelief and confusion.

“You don’t
believe me, do you?” I knew it.

“No, I
believe you. But, an Arcanine! I mean, come on! What the hell are you
talking about?!”

“I told you! I don’t know!
That’s just what they’re calling me in my
memories.”

“Okay, wait a minute. While I’m
processing that, answer this. Who’s calling you that, in your
memories?”

“I… don’t know. They look
like scientists. Some of them were nice, and other’s were
upset. They kept calling me Prototype 2.2, and I was hooked up to
some machines.”

“What kind of machines?”

“I
don’t know! They were machines! How should I know?!” The
girl was frustrated, and looked ready to cry.

“Hey…
it’s okay.” Kendrick moved closer to her and wrapped his
arm around her, bringing her close to his chest to comfort her.

Why?
Why can’t I remember anything? And why did I let him touch me?!
I mean, it’s not that I’m mad about it… or…
I’m not happy… I… I mean, why does it matter?
He’s just consoling me in my time of need. That’s all.
Just helping out a person in trouble. But… why does he feel so
warm? It’s like he’s just as hot as I am. Weird…
And why do I feel so happy…?

The two sat in
complete silence as they stared out into their own respective mental
abysses.

Suddenly, Kendrick leapt out of the water, and the
girl, startled, realized what she’d done.

Shit! I was
cooking the water! “I’m sorry! I must’ve lost
my focus or something! I’m so sorry!”

“Hey,
don’t worry about it! I’m used to being boiled alive!
Haha… Ha…”

Idiot. But he’s still
trying to act tough. I wonder why? It’s almost like he’s
afraid to let his guard down… but why?

“Hey,
so do you remember anything else important?”

They were
walking back to their makeshift camp for the night. “Hmm…
nothing in particular. Just a bunch of memories of me
training.”

“Well, do you remember any other people
specifically? I’d imagine you didn’t train alone all the
time…”

Him! That guy! In the forest… he
said he was “going to bring me back in for a final
observation”. Then… everything was burning… No!
“Nah, can’t remember a thing! Come on, it’s
bedtime!” The girl threw herself into hiding in her bag,
leaving Ken to stare and wonder.

“Alright, we really do
need some sleep.”

No… it can’t be…
The fire, was that me?! Did I kill all those Pokemon?! It had to be…
it was only him and I. The man with skin like a Golem’s…
I have fire. It had to be me. I can’t tell him that. Ever. I
can’t tell him I was responsible for something like
that.

“Hey, you didn’t fall asleep that fast,
did you?”

Why didn’t you just go to sleep?
“No.”

“Can you come out and talk to
me?”

“Why?”

“I don’t even
know your name.”

I don’t have one. She
peeked around the bag and looked at Ken. “My name?”

“Yeah,
what is it?”

“As far as I know… it’s
Prototype 2.2.”

“What? What the hell kind of a
name is that?”

“It’s the only thing I can
remember being called.”

“Wow… okay. Well,
what should I call you then?”

“I don’t know.
What do you want?”

“What? I’m not naming
you. Sorry. Not only do I hate picking names, it’s just…
weird.”

“Well, then it doesn’t matter, does
it?”

“Damn it! I’ll call you Ava Gina, since
you don’t seem to mind.”

Ava Gina? Ava…
Gina… A vagi… Damn him! “Oh yeah! Then I’ll
call you an asshole!”

“Real clever.”

“Asshole.”
She dropped beneath her bag once more till Ken couldn’t see
her.

“Okay, okay. I get it. I’m sorry.”

Why
won’t he just think up a name? It’d be kinda’ neat.
A name that’s just for us… What am I saying?! Us?! Damn
him!

They both laid there in silence, and time seemed to
pass by slower than normal.

Did he just go to sleep and
forget about me?!

“Hey, you still mad at me?”

“Who
said I was mad?”

“Fair enough. You obviously are.
I’ve got one.”

“One what?”

“A
name.”

She didn’t say anything.

“How
about Vesta?”

Vesta? “Vesta?”

“Yeah.
Do you like it?”

“Why that?”

“Dunno’.
Guess I just like the sound of it. I think it suits you.”

“Hmmm…”
It does sound kinda’ nice. I wonder why he chose it? Still
though… I like it! “Sounds good enough.”

“That’s
it?!”

“What, did you expect me to jump for
joy?”

“Fine. Goodnight. Vesta.”

Haha…
I probably made him mad… Sorry. I really do like the name.
“Goodnight. Ken.”

As Vesta crawled back under her
bag’s covers, she felt a growing unease in her stomach. I
really did kill those Pokemon, didn’t I? But why? Why would I
do that? And why can’t I remember?! Damn… this is going
to be a long
night…

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Vesta
began to stir in her bag, preparing to get up, and Ken rolled to his
other side to avoid eye contact.

“If you’re done
staring at me, shouldn’t we get going?”

No way.
She’s bluffing. “Who’s staring at you? I’m
perfectly fine without a girlfriend, thank you.”

Vesta
rolled over to face him. “Oh? Girlfriend? I see you’ve
been thinking dirty thoughts about me… perv. Don’t get
ahead of yourself. Besides, you’re not my type.”

Bitchy…
“Don’t worry, you’re not on my mind. You’re
not my type either.”

“And why not?! What exactly
is your type, Mr. Hotshot?”

“What does it matter?!
If I’m not your type, don’t worry about it.”

“What
type of girl do you like?!”

“Don’t worry
about it!”

“What’s your favorite
type?!”

“The fire type.” Shit… I
didn’t just say that…

“You know what I
meant! What type of… wait a minute. Fire type? Do you mean…
like me? Ha! How cute!” She crawled over to his sleeping bag
and wrapped her arms around him from behind. “So, I’m
your type, eh?”

“You mind letting go of
me?”

“Why? Uncomfortable? Nah, don’t be.
It’s called ‘from behind hugging’. A gentler form
of rape.”

“Oh, well that makes it better.”
Nice.

“So, answer the question. Am I your
type?”

“As if.”

“Then why would
you say something like that? Hmmm?”

You’re
mighty full of yourself this morning. Let’s see if I can’t
change that. “I was merely remembering something a friend
of mine once said.”

“Which was?”

“Apparently,
there’s nothing greater in life than taking a Ninetails from
behind.”

“Oh… really?”

“Yeah,
really.” What’s the matter? Jealous?

“Well,
he obviously never had an Arcanine. Those foxes are cute and all, but
an Arcanine plays rough. I mean, think about it. Have you ever heard
of a fox-style? No. Now, everybody knows about doggy-style…
get the picture?”

Holy… crap… “Yes.
Yes I do.” Ken could feel his cheeks burning.

He rolled
over to look at Vesta, and wasn’t very surprised to see her
blushing even harder. The silence was so awkward it would’ve
made the deaf uncomfortable. They locked eyes and didn’t look
away for several minutes. Finally, Vesta broke the silence.

“What
the hell did I just say?!”

“I believe it was
something along the lines of…”

“I know what
I said! Just, forget it.”

Ken could feel the tension,
and rather than jeopardize his chances with her, he figured it’d
be better to change the subject.

“Hey, we should
probably get going. If you wanted to change, I’ve got some
spare clothes. They probably won’t fit quite right, but they’re
better than nothing. Actually, now that I think about it…”

“Perv.
Sure, I’ll wear them. You think we’ll be able to clean
our clothes on the ship?”

“Yeah, the ship we’ll
be taking will. It’s designed for cruises. Think of a hotel,
but on water.”

“Cool.” She reached into his
bag and grabbed a plain black T-shirt and sweatpants. “No
peeking now.”

With a wink, Vesta disappeared behind the
tree line, and Ken fought the urge to mess with her one last time.
It’d be funny, but then she’d never shut up about
it…

Ken started changing in their makeshift camp,
and let out his pokemon. Luxio performed his usual stretching routine
before curling up on the ground to sleep some more. Eevee, however,
was another story. The little pokemon was bouncing off of everything,
jumping in place, and running in circles in the open space. Yikes…
it has been almost two days since Eevee got let out… I’ll
leave it alone for a while. It’ll tire itself out.

Vesta
called out from behind the trees. “Hey, Ken. I meant to ask you
something.”

“What?”

“Where’d
you meet Shinx? Or… Luxio… whatever his name
is.”

“Just call him Luxio now. And he was given to
me.”

“By?”

“My uncle.”

“The
one we’re going to go meet in Jubilife?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh…
Is your uncle a trainer?”

“Nah, he’s a fan
though. I send him a message every time I win a fight. Actually, the
last time I talked to him, he told me I should come by one day.
Apparently, he had something about battling I’d be interested
in.”

“Yeah? Something to look forward to,
huh?”

Ken still hadn’t put his shirt on as Vesta
came back out into the clearing. He rushed to throw it on, but she
had caught a good enough glimpse before he could.

“Umm…
what was that?”

“What was what?”

“Those
marks, on your chest.”

“Oh… nothing. It
doesn’t matter.”

Before she could respond, Eevee
jumped from behind onto her shoulders and began to nuzzle into her
neck.

“Wow! Is this one yours?!”

“Yeah.
Sorry I didn’t introduce you two yet. Eevee, this is Vesta,
she’ll be traveling with us for a while. Vesta, this little
ball of fur is Eevee. She’s 50% of my Pokemon team right now,
so she’s kinda’ important to me.”

“She’s
so cute!” Eevee squealed in delight as Vesta grabbed her and
pulled her closer to her body.

“Hey now, don’t let
her cute demeanor fool you. She’s a part of my Shock and Awe
team.”

“What the hell are you talking
about?”

“Shock and Awe. Luxio is Shock and Eevee
is Awe. It also serves as a pun, in a way. You know? ‘Awe’
and ‘Awww’? It’s what most people say when they see
Eevee.”

“That’s one of the lamest things
I’ve ever heard!”

“Screw you! It’s
cool!”

“Lame.”

“Cool.”

“Double
lame.”

“Triple cool.”

“Infinity
lame.”

“Infinity’s not a real
number.”

“Fine then. A billion times lame.”

Ken
let out a sigh and a small chuckle. “Zillion, trillion, jillion
times cool. Game, set, and match.” He pumped his fist into the
air while exclaiming his victory with a pleased grunt.

“Whatever…
loser.”

“You’re just mad that you
lost.”

“Sure.”

The two fell to the
ground on their backs and laughed for a good minute. An observer
wouldn't have thought they were older than 12.

“So, why
Eevee?”

“I’ll answer your question if you’ll
answer mine.”

“What? Okay, fine. Me first
though.”

“Okay. Well, there was a man who didn’t
want to take care of her anymore, and I offered to take her off of
his hands.”

“He just gave it away to you?”

“Yep.
That was about a month ago. She’s not well trained yet, but
she’ll get better.”

“But why
Eevee?”

“Because it’s one of those foxes you
love so much.”

“Screw you.”

“Haha…
but seriously, I don’t know. I just think Eevee’s are
cool.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.
Some things are just better off simple. Now, my question…”

“What
is it?”

“Why did you decide to follow me?”

She
was silent as she stared at him, trying to figure out what to say.
Come on, just tell me. I want to know. This is almost too weird.
Most girls won’t give me the time of day, and she just starts
following me? Why?

“Hmmm… maybe… some
things are just better off simple.”

“Wow…
that’s not very fair.”

“Maybe not, but
that’s the only answer you get today.”

Damn it.
“Oh well, let’s get going. We’ve got a ship to
catch.”

He threw everything into his bag, recalled his
pokemon, and the two began to set off for Vermilion.

Man,
this is gonna’ be a long trip… Wait a minute.
Something’s not right here…

“Uh, Vesta…
how come I can see your tail?”

“What? Oh, I didn’t
like how it felt all tied down under these pants, so I made a hole
for it.”

“Those are my pants! You can’t just
tear them because you feel like it!”

“Too bad! You
gave them to me!”

“Yeah but…
Damn.”

“Sorry.”

Ken let out a sigh.
“Don’t worry about it. Hell, it’s kinda’
cute. At any rate, you’ve gotta’ change again.”

“How
come?”

“I don’t know, maybe because YOU HAVE
A TAIL? Why don’t you take a guess?”

“Fine.
But we better hurry up then. I’m not staying like this all
day.”

This… is going to be a very…
very… very long trip.
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