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Chapter 4 – Blue
Water, Blue Funk

Author's Note:

For this chapter... It's short, but
it's necessary to be separate. In my opinion at least. I can promise
Chap. 5 will have some action too. For now, you get character
development. Hurray for you.
:P

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No
quote needed this time. Just listen to Colorless Sky from Trigun.
Music's better than words at
times.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q_hLb3Ae8jg

Jazmine
was furious. The fear of Boss had long since worn off, and had been
replaced with a seething anger; a certain determination to prove him
wrong.

"Where the hell does he get off?! Fuck him! Fuck
his suspension! And Fuck Mama!"

Her "Mama", had
heard about her report, and chastised her for caring at all about
Kendrick. She found herself thinking more about what her mother had
said, and why she had so many reservations about her ideals
recently.

* * * * *

"Jazmine, you know better than
to fall for a human boy... They're unclean."

"But
Mama..."

"Don't you 'But Mama' me. I raised you
better than that. Creatures cannot co-exist if they're not accepting
of each other. Did he really accept you for what you are?"

"What?
That was never something... What the hell do you think happened?!
It's not like we spent a night together! Whatever attraction I held
for him was purely physical, and nothing more."

"Hmmm...
I wonder..."

Jazmine felt a sudden wave of shame, as if
her mom was looking into her thoughts. Of course, she could... I'm
just lucky she doesn't. Her mind would crush mine...

* * *
* *

She sat quietly in her room now, resting her head against
the pillows, staring up at the cold ceiling. Is he... really as
unclean as Mama says? He didn't seem bad, and he didn't even seem to
mind me reading his mind. No more than the initial fear of it. But
even after I hurt him... he still carried me to the bed to lay
down.

Her face broke into a playful smile. "No way
he's just a dirty human. He's special... at least to me, and that's
all I care about. Suspension or not, I'm gonna' track his ass down
again."

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Kendrick
was laying quietly on his bed, staring up at the uncomfortably hot
ceiling in his cabin. Fuck me... Did I even get to sleep last
night?

He rolled from his bed, and dragged his feet
towards the mirror with him, half expecting someone to be standing
behind him. As he washed his face, he found himself looking at the
door where Vesta had stood some many hours ago. What did she
actually see? I mean... nothing happened, but did I have my hands
anywhere or... Argh! Fuck. It's not my fault. If she doesn't want to
listen to what happened, then there's nothing I can do about it.
Besides... it's not like we're together or anything. Fuck me... Maybe
Jazmine was right.

The thought brought him back to washing
his face, more furiously now, as if to scrub away the train of
thought now plaguing him. After turning the water off and drying his
face with a towel, he set his clothes for the day down and got in the
shower. As the water turned on and flowed down his neck and back, his
mind wandered back to Vesta, and whether or not she'd talk to him
right now. He wiped the ideas from his mind, and just stood in the
shower, half asleep from physical and mental fatigue.

Some ten
minutes later, he got out and dressed himself for the day. Each
action he took seemed slow in comparison to his normal routine, as if
he didn't want a reason to leave the room and face the beautiful
woman next door.

Another minute later, he was knocking on her
door, asking her to open up; but to no avail. You know what?!
Screw it! I never did a thing to you! At least give me the decency of
a response...

He spun around, storming off towards the
deck of the ship, and desperate for some air. Why does this shit
always happen? It seems like every time I start to really fall for a
girl, it just falls apart! What's wrong with me? I mean... I'm not a
bad guy... I may not be the most charming, or anything like that...
But damned if I'm not a great guy! So why does this keep
happening?!

His walk continued to be so self-absorbed, he
didn't even notice the presence of Jazmine stepping softly in his
shadows.

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Her
room reflected her lazy attitude, and she was starting to realize
that it was probably time to clean it. Jazmine was on her knees
beneath her desk, searching desperately for her copy of the report
she just turned in: A task easier said than done. There were papers
everywhere, and she had no clue where she'd left it.

"Arrrggghhh!
Where the balls did I put that damn thing?!"

While she
sat there, absent-mindedly shuffling through the papers scattered
everywhere in her room, her thoughts went back to the ship. He
must really care for that damn girl. I didn't even dive back into his
mind, and I could feel his pain when she stopped answering
him...

She had stopped searching and was now sitting on
the ground thinking about Ken. Could it have been her who caused
it? He seemed distraught... Maybe it was her who triggered it? But
then where did he get it to begin with? And just what the hell is it
exactly?!

Confused, she went back to finding the report
and continued to play everything back in her
mind.

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Kendrick
plowed through the door leading outside and leaned against the
railing. As he stared out over the sea, he remained lost in his
thoughts, oblivious to the woman watching from the shadows.

What
the hell's her problem?! Damn! I just can't win! He spun around
and slammed his closed fist into the side of the ship, prompting the
need to rub the new bruise he'd surely receive.

When he turned
back to the railing, he noticed that he hadn't been alone on the
deck. Further down, he saw that Vesta was sitting down, watching his
outburst.

Wait... so she wasn't in her room? Damn it... now
I feel like an ass.

"Uh, Ken? You feeling okay
there?"

"I'm just fine. Why'd you ask?"

"Mmmm...
No reason."

"Oh." He walked up and sat down
next to her, and the two sat in silence for some time, just staring
at the clouds in the sky. Ken sprawled out and laid back, while Vesta
remained in a ball, arms locking her legs in place.

Vesta
broke the silence first. "It's a really beautiful day,
right?"

"Yeah, it sure is..."

"Heh...
then why doesn't it feel like it?"

Ken looked at her and
noticed a steady stream of tears flowing down her face. He wanted to
do something - anything, but couldn't think of what he should do. He
silently cursed himself for not being able to do anything, and wanted
to hurt himself because he was pretty sure he'd caused those
tears.

"Vesta... will you at least let me
explain?"

"Explain what?"

"Don't
play dumb with me. Are you going to listen or not? You couldn't even
imagine the shit that Jazmine put me through..."

"Oh?
So her name's Jazmine?"

Shit... Nice. "Yeah,
it is. If you'll let me explain, you'll understand. I promise."

"I'm
sure I will. But maybe some other time. I don't feel like hearing it.
I just don't care right now."

"Well, what the hell
do you care?! You're 'soooooo not my girl', right? Well, what should
it matter to you who I sleep with?"

"You slept with
her?! You pig!"

"I didn't say that! I asked why you
care at all! So, why do you care?"

"I don't
know!"

The two were silent for what seemed like an
eternity, each staring at the other, confused.

Vesta spoke
first again. "I... just don't know."

"What's
there to know?"

"Now who's playing dumb?"

"No.
I mean it. What's there to have to know?"

"What do
you mean?"

"Haha... now I don't even know. I guess,
what I'm trying to say is... true friendships... relationships...
Those kinds of things don't really require a person to know
everything, right?"

"I guess..."

"Well,
if two people really get along with each other, they should be able
to share their thoughts with one another, right? When you start
thinking too hard about something, that's when it kinda' loses all of
its magic. Just keep it simple."

"What are you
saying?"

Fuck it. Just go for it. "Well, do
you want to give... you know... 'us' a shot?" The ball's in
her court now... please say yes...

"Wow... are you
asking me... to be your girlfriend?"

"Well, when you
put it that way, it sure sounds childish..."

"But is
that what you're asking me?"

"Hell if I know! I... I
just thought I should let you know that I like you. And... I was
kinda' wondering if you felt the same way at all."

"I
don't know..."

Fuck. "What's the matter? If
you don't want to, just let me know. I'd rather hear no than
maybe."

"I don't know, okay?!"

"Well,
dammit! Let me help you figure it out!"

She didn't
respond, and Ken realized there was no point in pushing the issue. He
leaned back, and they sat in silence for some time again.

"Hey,
Ken."

"Yes?"

"Are we
friends?"

"What the hell kind of a question is
that?"

"What do you consider a friendship?"

"Well,
I guess it's best described as two people who can have fun together,
share ideas and beliefs, and just all around enjoy each other's
company. A friendship exists when two people accept each other for
what they are, and enjoy them as such. I don't really know how to
describe it though."

"So, do you consider me a
friend?"

"Well... I suppose. We don't really know
that much about each other though."

"Does that
bother you?"

"Nah, not really. Like I said, some
things are better off left simple. People look for coincidences far
too often in my opinion. Nothing's ever taken at
face-value.

"Hmmm..."

"So, have you come
to a decision yet?"

"I... still don't
know."

Figures... she's probably just trying to figure
out how to tell me no. Damn.

They spent the rest of the
day, just sitting there, looking up at the sky in silence. Day
eventually turned into night, and Ken decided it was time for him to
go.

He flipped himself onto his feet and brushed himself off.
"Well, hey, don't worry about it. We won't get to Jubilife for a
while. We'll be taking the new rail system when we reach Canalave, so
we should get to my uncle's in about... 3 days or so. I'm kinda'
tired now, so I'm gonna' go ahead and head back to my
room."

"Okay..."

He set his hand on her
shoulder before he left, wanting to say something that would help
her, but the words never came. "Goodnight,
Vesta."

"Goodnight..."

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"Yes!"

Jazmine
emerged from underneath her bed, report in hand, and face beaming
with pride at her accomplishment. She opened to the page about
Kendrick and began to
read.

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Candidate
Data: Generation 4: Candidate #059
Name: Kendrick Fenrir
Age:
18
(All Data recorded 3 months prior)
Height: 6'2"
Weight:
220 lbs.
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Hazel

Pokemon
Party: Shinx
Battle Style: Quick paced, with a clear lack of
planning. Lack of direction in combat stems from his belief that
battles lose their excitement when you write them down on paper.
Learned early on that his greatest strength is adaptability, and has
centered his training around it. Generally aggressive in combat, his
aggression is complemented nicely by his read-and-react approach to
fighting. Outside of having an aggressive nature and relying on the
reflexes on his Pokemon and himself, there's no clear battle style
that can be determined. He literally seems to make things up as he
goes, and is good at doing so. Dangerously good.

Battle
Rankings(relative to Pokemon league challengers at similar
levels):
Power: A
Speed: A
Intelligence: D
Knowledge:
C
Luck: S
CQC: A
Short Range: A
Mid Range: B
Long
Range: A
Reflexes: S

Ranking Notes: As his rankings imply,
he's your prototypical physical style fighter. But that's where the
weird part begins. His Intelligence ranking is incredibly misleading,
since he's one of those who the current ranking determination system
hurts. His percentage of "good" attacks versus "bad"
is abysmal. However, it's made ugly because his battle style is to
never let up the gas. In his eyes, any attack can be a good attack.
In this sense, his adaptability makes this strategy work. If I had to
guess with my gut feeling, he'd be a B. But here's where the
extremely weird part begins. His luck, while it may be an opinion
based stat, shouldn't be an S in my opinion. Actually, it should be
the D. The trouble with determining the actual value is that our Luck
is subjective. What we consider lucky, may very well have been
planned beyond our understanding. While what occurs in his battles
seems like chance, even to him, it always seems to have been caused
by something he did. Not just luck. More like an uncanny ability to
win.

But that's not even the scariest part. In my own personal
observations, I cross-checked attacks and results in times of intense
stress(i.e.- His Shinx nearly being unconscious with fatigue). In
these times of critical importance, he was perfect in every
sense of the word. His rankings, if only including these near-defeat
cases, are straight S's. It's too weird for me to chalk it up to
coincidence. Besides, as freaky as it was on paper, it's even scarier
in person. Every battle I witnessed, he never broke down. He once
sustained a severe cut from the byproduct of an attack, and didn't
flinch until the battle had ended. He didn't even seem to notice.
Afterwards, he collapsed outside of his house, probably from a lack
of blood.

Overall Impressions: In all honesty, I don't
know what to think. His actual abilities aren't overly impressive. He
appears to be a normal league contender; the kind who could enter
intense training and have a shot at the title. Definitely not
EVO-material. However, when in his presence, I can't help but feel
like he's going to win. Despite myself, I feel inclined to watch on,
because he's never really done. This phenomenon is far too
interesting for me not to ask for a second evaluation.

Threat
Assessment: Seems too intent on just living his life to truly care
about anything. However, he has a strong sense of morality, and is a
pain to manipulate. He won't do anything he doesn't want to. If
chosen, he must be encouraged, not ordered. Promises of grandeur will
be more effective than promises of punishment, although the former
doesn't guarantee results. He's not an idiot. As for threat level in
combat, it'd be advised to stay on his good side. While he's not
particularly impressive by our standards, he's sure to give it his
all. And as we learned from the 1st Gen Prototypes, those with
nothing to lose can be... Problematic.

Candidate Status:
TBD

Second Opinions(As recorded by Unit 3.4): The
original Seeker's descriptions were amazingly accurate, despite the
eccentricity of it. It must be noted that he has acquired a new party
member. His newly joined Eevee is cute, but not very frightening. He
hasn't really incorporated it into his party yet, but he's thought up
several names for it, and it'll be with him for a while. No data is
available for it's capabilities. As for his Shinx, it's recently
undergone an evolution. The circumstances were pretty remarkable
however, as were detailed in my report on the Prototype 2.1 Incident.
His new Luxio seems even more like it's trainer: Laid-back, but
fierce. I must admit, while observing the subject, I began to grow
infatuated with him. He's not like most humans. His behaviors match
his ideals for the most part, which he's not afraid to share,
regardless of how much he keeps them to himself. He'll only offer
information about himself if asked. He doesn't seem to like guessing
what people want either. He also seems like he's becoming attached to
Prototype 2.1, or Vesta, as he's named her. The process of earning a
name from him has also seemed to boost her affection for him,
although it would be a stretch to say they're romantically engaged,
and neither seems to be willing to make that so. Despite this, his
desire to keep her safe is incredibly strong, almost to the point
that he disregards that she's an EVO. In all honesty, this stems from
a strong affection growing deep in his heart, which I discovered from
a simple mind check. It's only a matter of time before he acts upon
those feelings... at which point, seperating the two may become nigh
on impossible. Assuming we want the Prototype back that is. As for
his combat abilities, all I've seen to date was during the P 2.1
Incident. Those details can be found in that report as well. I will
confirm the original Seeker's beliefs that something is strange about
him though. His personality is infectious, albeit inimitable. His
Luxio feeds off of that energy though, and the two are clearly on the
same page as one another. He's definitely more than appears. Hell, he
killed that mercenary from the Talons. Nobody could've seen that
coming, no matter how "lucky" it was. Overall though, his
new-found distaste for our organization is not exactly making him a
promising EVO candidate. However, his skills should not go without
noting. I'm recommending this candidacy be determined by you
yourself, sir. These reports are accurate, so a third opinion
shouldn't be needed, but the choice is yours as always.

Candidate
Status: TBD

Added Note: Something I found during an
unauthorized deep probe of the candidates mind is too important to
not mention. Upon reaching a certain "depth" of his psyche,
I sensed... a presence. It's still tough to explain, but I found what
I can only describe as a new aura... or rather, a new person. This
entity seems completely unrelated to him, and the only connection I
can determine is that it resides in the candidate's head. It may
sound strange, like a misinterpretation of what I saw... but I saw
it. And later on, there was an accident on the ship. After spending
the majority of the day sitting on the deck of the ship with Vesta,
he proceeded to head back inside, visibly distraught by whatever had
transpired. (I made no further attempts to view his thoughts after my
encounter.)

This caught my attention because I'd seen his mind
when he's distressed, and his body does not show the truth. To be
visibly bothered, something must have been on his mind. Something
big. Upon leaving Vesta's sightline, he proceeded to bang his fists
on the empty hallway in frustration. Second's later, he fell to his
knees and held his head as if in pain. Upon rubbing the pain away a
minute later, he stood and walked away... but not to his room.

He
made his way to the cabin of a woman I had showed him in a dream, and
entered. Confused, and slightly scared, I failed to pursue after him.
From inside the woman's cabin, I heard a startled scream, that cut
off quickly. Several minutes later, he emerged from the cabin,
nothing different about him, and reported to his room. I followed him
until he fell asleep in his bed, then went back to check on the
woman. When I went inside to inspect, I saw something that even I
found sickening. The woman was pinned to the ceiling by her curling
iron, a manner of death similar to what I had shown him in my before
mentioned dream. The room was surprisingly clean, except for the pool
of blood that was collecting in the center of the floor that had
dripped from her body. The body itself was another story though. Her
face portrayed the results of a monumental beating that she had
received, as if he had done nothing but wail on her face for the time
he had been in the room. I examined the rest of her body as well, and
noticed the same kind of bruising. It was as if he'd found a punching
bag, and let out every single frustration a man can possibly feel.
The contrast between his normal demeanor and this... freakish
behavior, is something I can't accurately describe at this time. My
best guess is that it's some form of multiple personality disorder. I
don't think he was himself at the time of this action. In fact, I
know he wasn't himself.

As of last mention, he and the
Prototype were making for Jubilife to visit an uncle of his. I
formally request permission to follow the candidate for further
observations, despite my report's recommendation.

End
Report.

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Jazmine
didn't care to wait for Boss's response. She was going to find
him.

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As
Kendrick entered the ship's interior, he cursed everything he
should've said while with her. In a twist of cruel irony, the words
were plentiful now, and any one of them would've been better than
"Goodnight."

Son of a bitch!

He
slammed his fist into the steel walls of the ship, not even feeling
the pain he should have.

Fuck me! Just... Fuck me!

He
continued to pound his fists into walls, cursing everything about his
existence... until he felt a burning in his head. He dropped to his
knees, unable to open his eyes because of the amount of pain he was
in.

What the he... Arrrrrrrrrggggghhh! What the fuck is
happening to me?!

Quit fighting it child.

What?!

Just
take a rest. You can do that once in a while, right?

Who the
hell... Jazmine?

No... That woman wouldn't dare try doing that
again.

What is this? Who are you?

I'm
you.

You're what?

I'm you.

How so?

Because
you're too weak to handle life on your own.

What are you
talking about?

Just give me control.

Control?

Take
a rest. I'll make you feel better.

Feel... better?

Yes,
child.

How...?

Through the one thing you won't
do.

What's that?

Violence.

Why? Isn't there
something else I can do?

What's more effective than killing
the problem?

I... don't know.

No. You don't. Just go to
sleep. When you wake, you'll feel better.

How though?

Your
stresses... they'll cease to exist.

What does that mean?

True
sleep is the only calm you can feel. Trust me.

Why should
I?

Because I'm good.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Alright
then... just this
once.

Goodnight.

............................

Don't
worry. I won't let you get caught. I need
you.

.............................

Now... let's have
some fun. Hahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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