Varying Circumstances

Author’s Note: Well, the fanfiction is coming along smoothly. I appreciate all the reviews I’ve gotten thus far, and the hits have been accumulating nicely. With the last chapter, the story reached 1000 hits. Hopefully we can make it to 2000 soon! Also to clarify things, in Gold/Silver/Crystal, the Pokemon Tower in Lavender Town was remodeled into a radio tower. For the purposes of this story, that particular change has been retconned: the Pokemon Tower still exists as a graveyard for Pokemon. The radio tower is relocated elsewhere in Kanto.



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Lavender Town, a town known around the world for its deep connections with the spiritual world, is home to a very small population, easily the smallest population of any town in the region. Because of this, many visitors get this eerie feeling – as though the town were abandoned, and all that loomed was the Pokemon Tower. Built as a Pokemon graveyard, the Tower is the major attraction of the town, even for people whose Pokemon aren’t buried there.



Psychics, both believers and non-believers of ghosts, people with strong spiritual connections, all of them arrive to partake of the spiritual energy that almost seems to radiate outward from the Pokemon Tower. Of course, the doors are open at all times of the day, and visitors and locals alike visit frequently.



“Do we /really/ have to enter that tower?” Kristina whimpers softly as they approach the tower, thanking whatever Pokemon was watching over them that they didn’t head straight there. A quick stop over at a Pokemon Center to check on the health of their Pokemon, and they were right back on the move again.



“Just be glad that we don’t have to enter at night. I hear the tower gets REALLY spooky then. Lots of ghost activity.” Nicholas says in a low, haunting voice, just trying to tease the poor red-head.



Kristina shivers, shaking her head slowly. “Cut it out, Nick. This place really gives me the creeps, you know that.”



“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here for one thing, and that’s a Gastly. Once I catch one, then we can go.” Nicholas reassures her, stepping through the large open doors leading into the tower. Tombstones, plaques and memorials stood at all corners of the room, serving as indicators for the final resting place of Pokemon of all species, sex and types. The floors are a shiny black and white tile, all the way up to the very top floor, and the smell of incense, brought and burned by the very people that visit this place, hangs thickly in the air.



“And to think, there’s six stories of nothing but tombstones and walkways..” Kristina murmurs softly, brushing a tombstone gently as she walks by it. “I’m not sure I like this place. Can we just… forget the Gastly?”



Nicholas glances back at her. “You’re welcome to stay near the entrance if you want. I’m not going to force you to. I’m just going to keep climbing until I find a Gastly, catch it, and I’ll be right back down.”



Kristina quickly shakes her head. “No way, mister! You’re not leaving me alone down here. I’d feel a lot better if I was with you. So, let’s just… let’s just get this over with, okay?” She speaks apprehensively, slowly moving to catch up with him.



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The second floor was a bit less populated, not unlike the first floor, which saw the most visitors. This floor saw different types of people looking to connect with Pokemon, both alive and dead. These were the mystics, the psychics, the people who were traveling. Some of them were clearly trainers, and many of them were looking for the same thing that Nick was: a Gastly. There were none to be found, however, and so both trainers made their way towards the stairs to the third floor.



“You!” A female voice calls, a woman dressed like a witch slowly moving forward to stop them from making it to the third floor. “Girl. The one with the red hair. What’s your name?!”



Kristina, taken aback by being called on directly by someone she doesn’t even know, tilts her head down a bit and meekly answers, “Kristina.”



The witch snorts softly, looking down at the crystal ball in her hand. To one side, a Duskull occupies the space behind her, slowly floating left and right, making strange gestures with its one glowing eye, and what one can only consider arms, really the tatters that make up its body. “Deception. I see deception. You are innocent, yet you know nothing of the future! Disaster looms close. I cannot say when, but soon. Very soon..”



With a shiver, Kristina wraps her arms around Nick’s arm, holding it close. “Nick, I don’t like this. Please..”



“Relax. There’ll be less of them as we get u-“



“You!” The witch smirks, looking Nicholas over slowly. “I don’t even need YOUR name. I’ve seen you before, in visions. Dreams. A malevolent force seeks to destroy you. You must use caution. The red eyes of death approach in a place surrounded by water! Prepare, or you will surely be destroyed!”



Nicholas snorts, gently pushing past the witch, with Kristina in tow. “I don’t have time for this right now, lady. I appreciate the… fortune telling… but we’ve got places to be.”



Kristina quietly glances back at the witch, watching her stare after them, disappearing as they climb up the stairs. She sighs softly, looking back over at Nicholas. “That was scary. Who knew they’d be so crazy?”



“I wasn’t expecting anything like that. I’m sorry you had to hear that.” Nick apologizes, pausing as they get mid-way through the third floor. “Does it feel… I don’t know… colder to you?”



“Now that you mention it, it is kind of chilly..”



As the air got colder, blue flame appeared, surrounding the two trainers. With a shriek, Kristina closes her eyes, and huddles closer to Nicholas. Aisha, once calm and curious, now growls, smooth white fur practically standing on end as the flames begin to get closer. Turning down to look at his Absol, Nicholas notes her staring at one particular area.



“Do you see something? Use a Faint Attack, Aisha.” Nicholas commands, the Absol immediately dissolving into shadow. With a burst of blue sparks, the fire disappears. The attack landing successfully, the sole Gastly of the room appears not far from the place where Aisha had attacked it. Looking surprised, the Gastly turns towards the Absol and… licks it.



The thick pink tongue of the apparition causes Aisha to shiver, looking simply disgusted by the act. “Don’t give it a chance to paralyze you, Aisha! Give it another Faint Attack!” Nicholas commands once more. Aisha quickly follows through, unleashing a strike that almost seems impossible to avoid: a blend of darkness and shadow enveloping both razor sharp claws, sending the Gastly floating away, looking dazed.



“Catch it, quick!” Kristina murmurs, opening one eye.



“I was just thinking the same thing.” Nick replies, tugging a Pokeball from his waist. Once enlarged, a quick snap of the wrist sends the Pokeball flying, where it quickly pulls the Gastly into it with that bright red light. Once full, the Pokeball drops to the floor, shaking left and right slowly..



Only to burst open once again, releasing the Gastly. It sticks that big tongue out at both trainers, before quickly melding into the ceiling above, giving Aisha no time to react and stop it from its retreat. The Pokeball ruined, Nicholas shakes his head slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, that could have been more successful..”



“You failed to catch it. So, I think that’s a sign. Let’s get out of here..” Kristina whimpers, gently pulling his arm towards the stairs they’d just come up from.



Nick, however, pulls in the direction of the stairs leading to the fourth floor. “Next time will be different. One more try, please?” He begs quietly, to which Kristina only sighs heavily.



“One more try. Come on. Let’s just get this done..”



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The fourth floor offers much of the same. Memorials, tombstones, plaques… but this time, it’s strangely empty, which doesn’t come as a surprise. The presence of ghosts is probably greater as they go up, but the fourth floor has no sign of the Gastly that had retreated from them before. Instead, two people stand near the stairs to the fifth floor, and both are immediately recognizable to both trainers.



“You..” Nicholas murmurs softly, slowly stepping away from the stairs.



“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist trying to catch a Gastly. It makes sense. Ghost-types are hard to come by.” Julius chuckles softly. “Hard to believe you’d stoop to such lows just to defeat your father.”



“It’s a valid strategy.” Is all Nick says in reply.



Julius smirks, gently thumbing a Pokeball out from his belt. One push of the button enlarges it. “Meet my friend, Melina. She’s a very good friend of mine. We met recently, and I think she makes a good partner.”



Melina waves sheepishly, slowly stepping away from Julius and heading for the stairs slowly, climbing them to the fifth floor. “But I have plans for both of you. Still, like I promised, this time will be quite a bit different.” Julius slowly steps back away towards the stairs. “But I need you away from the girl for just a little while, so she doesn’t interfere again.”



“Why not just stand here and fight?” Nicholas growls, breaking into a run after the two trainers. “Don’t think I haven’t prepared for you!”



“Wait for me!” Kristina cries, quickly moving to try and follow.



Julius chuckles. “Leaving your friend unattended? Not a smart move. Arcanine, go!”



With a blaze of red light, the Pokeball in his hand produces an Arcanine between Nicholas and Kristina. The large, red, white and black Pokemon quickly turning to face Nicholas, growling deeply. Aisha hisses softly, skidding as she turns to face the opponent. “Aisha, come. Kristina, I’m counting on you. Try to defeat this thing quickly, okay?”



Kristina skids to a stop once the Arcanine appears, stepping back away. “What?! Are you kidding me?! This thing is going to stomp me flat!” She cries, quickly working a Pokeball out from her pocket. “Combusken, let’s go!”



The Combusken appears in a blaze of red light, turning to face the Arcanine. “Combusken!”



At the challenge, the Arcanine turns slowly to face the smaller Pokemon, staring it down. Kristina gulps, shaking her head. “I’m not sure if we can handle this..”



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The fifth floor provides much fewer tombstones to look at, giving plenty of room to allow a battle, but very little room compared to a traditional arena. Nicholas skids to a stop once he’s away from the stairs, staring down the two trainers. “So, what the hell is your problem, anyway? Attacking me out of nowhere at the competition? At least you made good on your promise. This time will be very, VERY different.”



Julius laughs, working another Pokeball off of his belt. “You’re far too confident in your abilities, Nicholas. No amount of Pokemon, no matter how powerful, will save you. Shelgon, go! Melina..” He glances over at the blue-haired female. “It’s time.”



The woman nods, and works out her own Pokeball, throwing it out onto the arena as Julius throws his. “Weepinbell!”



Both Pokemon appear in a blaze of red light. Nicholas hadn’t expected them to train THAT much, and suddenly, his confidence drains from him just as quickly as it filled him. “… Aisha, let’s go. Better to try and fail than not try at all.”



Aisha tips her head to look back up at him, giving him a look of determination, of confidence. Not just in herself, but in him, and he stares quietly into her eyes for a moment, before she steps forward. Now, Nick only needs a second Pokemon to even the odds. “Machop! Time to show me what you’re really made of!”



In a blaze of red light, the gray Machop appears, flexing its muscles as it moves next to Aisha.



“Let’s get down to business, then.” Julius smirks.



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“Combusken!” Kristina cries, the swift-moving Arcanine having little trouble intercepting the bird-like Pokemon in mid-kick, tackling it with a speed that betrays its size. “Damn. Extreme Speed. We need something faster… Combusken! Try a Quick Attack!”



The Combusken leans forward and bursts with speed, aiming a kick for the Arcanine. A kick, unfortunately, that never lands. The swifter Arcanine avoids the attack using the faster technique, tackling the Combusken into a wall. “What am I supposed to do?! Combusken! Get up!”



With effort, the Combusken slowly makes its way to a stand, slowly turning to face the Arcanine. Having only landed a few kicks on the superior Fire-type, it was clear that Combusken was hurting more compared to the Arcanine, dirty with the dust that never gets cleaned, collecting this high up in the tower. “Let’s try one more time. Slash!”



Combusken pushes off a tombstone, bringing its wings back. Once close enough, the wings come forward like a crab claw, hoping to use the temporarily razor-sharp feathers to cut and disable to the Arcanine, but the attempt is futile. Combusken is struck in mid-air, sent rolling back towards Kristina. “Oh no… good try, Combusken. Return.” She smiles weakly, returning the Combusken to its Pokeball. She slowly makes her way to a stand. “I need to get out of here, go get help. Maybe that witch..”



She turns and makes to run, but the Arcanine is quicker. Feeling a soft bump, Kristina tumbles and falls onto her knees, using her hands to catch herself. “What the..”



The soft rip of fabric starts her into a panic, feeling the cool air of the tower hitting her legs where once they hadn’t. Her skirt in tatters, her panties similarly torn, she quickly struggles towards the stairs, knowing that once she was down to the next floor, the Arcanine might not be able to follow, she might be able to get help..



But, Kristina can’t manage to move. The heavy body of the Arcanine slowly moves to pin her front down against the cold floor, legs keeping her rump high in the air. Taking advantage of that position, the Arcanine seems to shiver softly. Kristina feels something hard begin to grow against her leg, and she squeaks, trying to get away, even if she knew she wasn’t able to. Still, despite the seriousness of the situation, she couldn’t help but begin to feel a wetness between her legs. Being dominated by the strong Arcanine is too much for her to ignore, her eyes closing as the hard shaft begins to push against her, trying to find her entrance.



“Oh, God..”



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Only one floor above, the fierce battle had already begun. While Machop has a hard time hitting hard enough through the shell of the Shelgon, Aisha has an easy time working through the Weepinbell, despite acid being flung every this way and that. “Weepinbell, use Wrap!”



Producing vines from its bell, the vines quickly move to wrap around Aisha, forcing her to slow. That doesn’t deter the physically strong Pokemon, which simply begins to pull the Weepinbell after her until… bang! It hits a tombstone, causing it to crack, forcing the Weepinbell to faint. “Damn it. Return, Weepinbell! Wartortle, time to take his place!”



In a blaze of red light, the white-eared turtle, looking particularly more vicious than its previous form, appears, looking straight at Aisha.



“Machop, Low Kick! Sweep it off its feet! Aisha, Slash attack Wartortle and end it quickly!” Nicholas calls to his two Pokemon. The Machop sweeps back onto its hands, sending a quick sweeping kick that forces the Shelgon to roll onto its side, having a hard time getting back up. Wartortle is a little more lucky.



“Withdraw! Guard against the attack!” Melina orders. The Wartortle retreats into its shell just in time, the sharp claws of the Absol raking against the top of the shell… hard enough to leave marks. “Wartortle!” Melina cries at the sight. Despite Wartortle receiving little damage, she still runs over to check on it, forcing Aisha to step back. “You hurt my beautiful Wartortle?! Water Pulse!”



When Melina steps away, the Wartortle releases a burst of water, rings of it jetting out and slamming harshly into Aisha, who skids across the floor (and the water), stopping herself with her claws. She shakes her head, moving to flank the Wartortle.



“Roll back on to your feet, Shelgon, and use Dragonbreath!” Julius commands, but the sight that greets him instead has his jaw dropping. “Shelgon!”



Showing off just how strong it is, the Machop has little trouble actually lifting the clearly heavy Shelgon high into the air, holding it up. “Good, Machop! Seismic Toss!”



The Machop kneels, and leaps into the air, flipping and throwing the Shelgon down back towards the tiled floor. Backed up with momentum from the flip, the Shelgon never stands a chance: it hits the floor, tile cracking and cratering where it landed. The Machop lands gently near the Shelgon, flexing its muscles once again. “Chop.”



“Good work, Machop!” Nicholas grins. Things were going his way.



“Damn it. I can’t fail here! Arcan… damn it, he’s still downstairs fighting that annoying girl. Ivysaur, go!” Julius smirks, releasing the Grass-type. It appears in a blaze of red light, prepared for battle, turning to face its adversary. “Poison Powder!”



Releasing a thick haze of purple powder, the Ivysaur aims it for the Machop. Just one quick breath of it, and the Machop growls, feeling that poison course through its body. “Good. Leech Seed!”



“Avoid it, Machop!” Nicholas says, moving to the side as the powder begins to waft in his direction. “Then try and hit it with Vital Throw!”



The Machop moves to avoid it, but a second burst of seeds catches the Machop off guard, hitting it with the seeds. They quickly sprout, viney protrusions moving to cling tightly to his body, making it nearly impossible to get it off. Ignoring the feeling of its energy being quickly sapped, the Machop dashes forward, snagging the Ivysaur by the bulb and crushing it, swinging it around and tossing it right for the Wartortle.



“Wartortle, hit it with… hey, watch it, will you?!” Melina growls softly at Julius, who glares at her. “Shut up! It’s not my fault, it was that stupid Machop!”



“You can’t handle ONE Machop?!”



“It’s a lot stronger than it looks, and I don’t see you handling his Absol!” Julius retorts, moving to return his Ivysaur to its Pokeball, fiddling with the one lone one he had left. “Volto-oof!”



Without even an order, Machop sends a punch that easily knocks the air out of Julius. The trainer is sent flying, rolling back from the attack, and not even getting back up. Nicholas can’t help but cringe as his Machop collapses seconds later. He’s felt that punch before, and he can sympathize. “Machop, return!”



With a blaze of red light, the Machop is returned to its Pokeball. Melina, realizing the situation, quickly returns her Wartortle. Another Pokemon is called instead, a Pidgeotto. “Get him out of here. I’ll be right after you.”



“Pidgeotto!”



The bird quickly swoops down from its place in mid-air to scoop up the half-conscious Julius, carrying him out one of few windows in the Pokemon Tower. Nicholas growls softly, shaking his head. “Come here, Aisha.” He calls, the Absol turning and swiftly returning to her master’s side. “I don’t have anything against you, only him, so I’m letting you go. When he’s awake, make sure to tell him this: Give up.”



Melina nods slowly, and climbs up onto the window. It’s only moments later that her Pidgeotto returns, letting her cling on and ride the bird back down the tower, a swift escape from a bad situation.



With a deep sigh, Nicholas shakes his head. “I was hoping Kristina would help, but I guess she probably went to get help, instead. C’mon, Aisha. I think it’s time to leave, Gastly or not.”



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Oblivious to the fight above, now only aware of the Arcanine above her, Kristina squeaks, only to release a groan seconds later, as the thick shaft of the Arcanine finds its target, sliding deep into her slick folds. The Arcanine begins to thrust hard and fast, filling her up as with as much of himself as he could. Despite the idea of being raped by this Pokemon, it was clear to her that this was not much different from the previous night.



It was best to just enjoy this. Failure now would mean leaving Nicholas in jeopardy, especially if the Arcanine returned to its owner and they were still battling, and not knowing how the battle was going upstairs left Kristina in a bind. Still, each thrust turned her thoughts more away from Nick’s hardship, and more towards her own pleasure. She grips the powerful legs of the Arcanine, backing up against the thick shaft burying itself inside her.



“Yesss… please… harder!” Kristina moans, trying to get the Arcanine to move. Though he doesn’t seem to understand her, she seems to be enjoying it, so he begins to thrust harder, faster. She’s not as delicate as he first thought, despite being quite a bit tighter than the Arcanine and Growlithe he was used to breeding with. This one was clearly experienced.



“What the hell..?” Nick blinks as he makes his way down the stairs. The Arcanine, not unconscious as he’d originally expected it to be, was instead nearly smothering Kristina. He hears the moans, sees the thrusting movements, and he slowly moves over to investigate. The Arcanine, not seeming to mind his presence, just keeps going. “Kristina… why…?”



Kristina groans, squeaking as she realizes that Nicholas was there. “He… knocked out my… Combusken.. Oh, God!” She cries in pleasure, shivering as she cums. It takes her a moment to recover from it, before she continues. “And, and… when I tried to retreat, he just tackled me and… oohhh… tore off my skirt… and panties… and just started fucking me..”



At first, Nicholas isn’t sure what to think as he watches. Part of him is turned on, while another part is just a tad upset. He slowly makes his way to a sit and, chuckling, he shakes his head. “Are you in pain?”



“Noooo..!” She cries as she cums again.



“Then I’ll just let him keep going.” Nicholas nods. “This way you know what it’s really like.”



“T.. Thank you… for understanding, and not… ahh..!”



In the meanwhile, Nicholas turns to look back at Aisha, motioning her over to him. He gently undoes his pants, pulling his shaft out from them, presenting the hard shaft to her. She gets the idea quickly, wrapping her mouth around the shaft and licking, suckling at it. Just her eagerness to make him happy is enough to get him to groan, leaning back on his hands and just enjoying it. An abrupt stop gets him to open his eyes fully, watching as the Absol moves over to Kristina.



“Wha… what’re you..?” Kristina gasps, watching the Absol retrieve a Pokeball. Releasing its contents, a Pikachu materializes, looking around slowly. “Pika..?”



Noting the Absol, the Pikachu turns to look at her master, eyes going wide as she watches that thick cock plunge deep into Kristina, over and over. “Absol, ab.”



“Piiika.”



“Aaabsol.”



“Pika-pi.”



Both Pokemon turn towards Nicholas, the Pikachu approaching first and gently climbing into his lap. Nicholas is stunned for a moment as the small, rough tongue of the electric mouse licks slowly up and down his shaft, before taking in the head, suckling on it. It’s a different sensation to say the least, and he observes, moaning softly in pleasure.



As the Pikachu suckles and licks, Nicholas leans back on his hands again, looking down to watch quietly. The Pikachu tries so hard to please what little she can fit into her mouth. That kind of determination is admirable, and it turns him on so much. He licks his lips, resting a hand gently on the mouse’s head. “Mm..” But he’s soon snapped out of his reverie by a loud gasp, and accompanying moan, from the direction of Kristina.



Looking up to investigate, Nicholas groans at the sight. The Arcanine, having cum, pumped the female full of hot, thick seed, shivering as some of it began to flow onto the floor. It would be a bit of a mess to clean up, but Kristina wasn’t caring at this point, especially when the Arcanine begin its thrusts again, harder and faster, now that it had plenty of lubrication. “Oh, please, God! Yessss…!” She cries.



Nick can’t stand it much longer, just watching that, and feeling so much from the Pikachu. The moaning, the rough tongue licking in all the right places, Aisha watching intently at where the Pikachu and Nicholas are connected. It’s enough to set him off, crying in pleasure as he cums. The initial rush surprises the Pikachu, who pulls the cock out of her mouth, letting the seed land on her, one eye closed as she waits for it to stop.



Aisha, however, is intent not to let it go to waste, licking at the seed that mats the Pikachu’s fur down, helping to clean her. Nicholas watches. Does Aisha know that he needs some variety sometimes? And how’d she even know the Pikachu was female? Just one of those mysteries.



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“I’m sorry you weren’t able to get that Gastly you wanted..” Kristina offers meekly, following Nicholas out of the tower. It’s a good thing that she had some extra clothes in her pack, else she’d’ve been in trouble.



“Don’t worry about it. There’ll be other chances eventually.” Nicholas smiles, ruffling her hair gently. “For now, I’m just glad you’re alright. You tired the Arcanine out so much that it didn’t even want to fight.” He smirks playfully.



“Oh, don’t even start with that.” Kristina murmurs shyly, slowly heading west. “Let’s just find a place where we can clean up, because my legs are sticky, and I still feel cum dripping out of me..”



With a shiver, Nicholas smiles a bit. “I suppose after that, we might be able to..?”



“What, my Pikachu didn’t satisfy you?” Kristina sticks her tongue out at him.



Nick rolls his eyes. “Well, temporarily. I have to admit, it was… different. Should hold me over until tonight..”



“I’m just glad that you’re alright. I was worried about you..”



Nicholas shrugs helplessly, looking up at the sky. “Things went my way. I think my Machop is a bit of a rebel, though. He just… punched Julius in the stomach. Even in a weakened state, before he passed out, he punched Julius before he could summon his last Pokemon. Or his third, anyway.”



“Incredible.” Kristina smiles. “My Combusken wasn’t enough..”



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“I knew there was something special about those trainers!”



“What, do you mean the fact that the male overcame odds that were stacked against him, or that the female gets off on inter-species mating?”



“Nothing wrong with inter-species mating.”



“Yeah, you’d know, wouldn’t you?”



“I have NEEDS that you can’t seem to fulfill, thank you.”



“Not my fault we don’t spend as much time together as we used to.”



“Quit going off on a tangent. Should we start looking in on these trainers more often?”



“Hmm. Well, I suppose so. It’ll be interesting to see what happens for them in the next town.”



“Well, let’s go, then!”



“Alright, alright!”



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“I still can’t believe he won. This will not bode well.” Julius murmurs, nursing the bruise on his stomach with one hand. Melina, seated near him in their little campsite, shakes her head. “You’ll have other chances. All you can do now is train and get stronger.”



Julius looks away from her after a moment, staring at the only thing he has to stare at – trees. “Why’d you save me, anyway? For that matter, why are you still here?”



Melina shakes her head slowly. “I don’t know. Remember the first time we met?” She inquires, leaning back against a tree and folding her arms under her chest. “You helped me. I was being attacked by a group of Poochyena, and your Growlithe and Bagon stopped them in their tracks.”



“I see..”



Melina smiles. “Ever since then, I guess I’ve just wanted to tag along. I never felt like I was useful to anyone, until now. I don’t know what your agenda is, Julius, but I’ll help you achieve it.”



“If I do succeed in killing this trainer, you know we’ll be considered fugitives, right?” Julius inquires, looking back towards her with an inquisitive look.



“I’m well aware of the consequences. Besides, it’s not like I don’t have my share of dark history.” Melina slowly moves to work herself into Julius’ lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Now I want to share another part of myself to you, just to show you there should be nothing hidden from each other, nothing between us..”



Julius smirks softly, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight against him. “I’m looking forward to what you have to show me, Melina..”