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Summary: At Professor Rowan�s funeral, Dawn sees a
person she�d hoped to forget. Not long after this, an elderly woman asks
her for a favour: hatch a 150-year-old Teddiursa egg in the Ruins of Calarai, which is farther south than she�s ever
travelled. Dawn eagerly accepts; however, it appears that she is not the
only one on the way south. Like it or not, this isn�t a journey she can
manage on her own. And why does she have the nagging suspicion that
they�re being followed? Yes, title is shamelessly borrowed from �Blue
October�, but titles are my weakness and the story has nothing to do with the
song. I just like the sound of it.

Author�s Notes: Not
as much action here, but some unintentional shippiness
between some canons.� Some
blood.� Some
angst and whatnot on Dawn�s part.�
Also, what are your thoughts on having May�s perspective?� As the story goes on, I�ll write from the
perspective of others too unless it disrupts the flow of the story.� I guess it�s not so bad since it�s not in
first-person (die, Twilight,
die).� Anyways, I talk too much.� On with the chapter!

Chapter Four�� A Fight Explained

Dawn was certain that she�d just made the biggest mistake
of her life.� The cannibals viewed her as
some Guardian of a sacred egg, so they had kept her and her friends alive.� Alive.� And now she�d
gone and promised to marry the Chieftain�s son so that they could get
away.� As Dawn watched her friends being
drugged and dragged out of sight, she had begun to cry from the hopelessness of
her situation.

�This was never supposed to happen,� she moaned.� This mission that Lady Lalion� sent her on
was supposed to be simple.� Her guides
were not supposed to be deceptive cannibals.�
She was not supposed to be some �Guardian of a sacred egg� and she
certainly was not supposed to get
married!

�Before the wedding, you must be marked,� Wayra said.� Dawn
glanced at him in confusion.� Then some
cannibal women grabbed her and began to drag her towards the hut where she�d
been forced to change.� Inside, Dawn was
shoved into an uncomfortable wooden chair while the women surrounded her.

�What are you going to do?�

�Do you see these tattoos?� Wayra
asked.� He�d followed them inside the hut
and now leaned against the wall.� �The Nenwe don�t give tattoos the way they do elsewhere.� This takes hours of hard work,
hours of pain...Can you handle it?� Will
you handle it for the sake of your future husband?�

�I have no choice, do I?� Dawn asked, though it wasn�t
really a question.� Wayra
smirked.� Dawn eyed the table beside her,
where two bowls and a dagger sat.� She
swallowed and said, �W-what is all that for?�

�First, they create the markings with a dagger.� They dig out your flesh.� Next, they rub the clear oil you see along
the wounds.� It helps the healing
process, as well as allowing the paint to become permanent.� The paint in question is applied next,
followed by another layer of oil.�

Dawn eyed the intricate art of the cannibals� tattoos and
gulped again.� This was going to be
messy.� Dawn gripped the chair�s bottom
as tightly as possible, leaning away instinctively as the dagger neared.� Her lower lip trembled and a scream rose in
her throat.� She fought it down as the dagger
touched her upper arm and pierced her flesh.�
Blood began to pour from the wound as the cannibal woman dragged the
dagger down and then swept it off to the left.�
Tears leaked out of Dawn�s eyes from the pain.

A male voice boomed in the room and Dawn looked to the
entrance, where a man a little older than Brock stood.� He looked positively livid as he stared at
the women in the hut; he glared daggers at Wayra, who
shrank away.

�May I present...your future husband,� he said
quietly.� �This is the Chieftain�s son, Mokito.� He has just
ordered the marking ceremony to stop.�

Dawn didn�t even bother with wondering why.� She was grateful that the pain was over
before it truly began.� She wiped the
tears out of her eyes and gazed up at her future husband as he approached
her.� Her stomach did tiny, disgusted
flips as she thought of how the rest of her life was to be spent with this man.

He was broad-shouldered and quite a bit darker than the
other cannibals, though his hair was just as white.� It was in wild strands as it fell to his
shoulders.� While he wore the same Seviper-scale loincloth that the other men wore, he also
had scales strapped across his chest.�
She supposed it was to set him apart as the Chieftain�s son.� His dark eyes seemed to stare at Dawn with a mixture
of curiosity and approval in them.� Well,
he had no reason to be cranky about this marriage.�

Mokito stood and said something
to Wayra.� �He
says that you�re at a proper marrying age.�

�He�s wrong.�

Mokito�s mouth twitched and
then he said something else; Wayra raised his
eyebrows and said, �He wishes to marry you tomorrow morning.�

Dawn moaned and bit her lip.� That didn�t give her a lot of time to plan an
escape.� Mokito
seemed to take it as a sound of excitement and took her chin in his hand.� He lifted her face so that she was looking
directly at him.

And then, to her shock, he bent down and licked the tip
of her nose.� Dawn�s eyes widened in
alarm and she froze, unsure of how to react to such a strange gesture.� �That is the Nenwe�s
way of kissing,� Wayra muttered.� Dawn sneered in disgust.� �Mokito approves of
his bride-to-be.�

�I�m flattered,� Dawn grumbled.� Mokito snapped
something at the women before sweeping out of the hut.� The women swarmed around Dawn again.� One picked up the dagger while the others
grabbed her legs and wrists, holding them above her head so that she could keep
a grip on the egg, to keep her still.�
Dawn struggled as the dagger neared her abdomen and she cried out for
them to stop.

The dagger scratched at her flesh above her navel.� Dawn hollered out in pain as it continued to
carve a marking into her skin.� Mokito had changed his mind...he�d ordered them to torture
and kill her...she was going to die...

And then they stopped.�
Dawn panted heavily and glanced down as the woman with the dagger picked
up a cup and collected the blood that ran from the wound.� Above her navel was a marking which looked
remarkably like an �M�, though it was more cursive and had exaggerated twirls.

�That identifies you as the property of Mokito.� That, Dawn,
is the first step of marriage in the Nenwe tribe.�

The women then forcefully dragged her out of the
hut.� Dawn carefully made her way down
the tree, holding the egg in one arm and not daring to let go.� If she dropped it...if it broke...she gulped
as she thought of what the cannibals would do to her.

�What�s step two?� she asked Wayra
nervously as he came down from the hut.

�Drink each other�s blood.�

�What?� she
shrieked.� Terror seized her, freezing
her limbs as she caught sight of Mokito advancing on
her with a crude wooden cup in his hand.�
�Can we please talk about this first?�

The woman who�d carved the �M� into her stomach handed Mokito the cup of Dawn�s blood and Mokito
handed the cup of his to her.� Dawn
caught a glimpse of a fresh cut on his forearm, realising that was where he�d
drawn his own blood.� As she watched, Mokito lifted the cup to his lips and drank it in a single
gulp.� His lips were smeared as he
finished and he licked them eagerly, as though expecting more.� Dawn�s stomach churned and her knees began to
grow weak.

Her head was grabbed roughly and pulled back so that her
face was skyward.� Hands forced her mouth
open and held her still while the woman poured Mokito�s
blood into her mouth.� She�d tasted her
own metallic blood whenever she�d lost a tooth or had a cut on her lip, but his
was different.� It was both bitter and
spicy and Dawn longed to spit it out.�
The cannibals holding her face held her mouth shut despite her
struggling to open it, and she was eventually forced to swallow or choke.

They released their hold on her then and she fell to her
knees, hanging onto the egg with one hand while supporting herself with the
other.� She began to gag, wanting to
throw up Mokito�s blood, but it was in vain.� Nothing came up.

�Wh-what...� she began, not seeing how the marriage rituals
could get any worse.� �What�s step three?�

Wayra extended his hand and
helped her to her feet.� �The Chieftain�s
son gets to see his prize.�

It was on the tip of Dawn�s tongue to say that she was
standing right in front of him and that he could see her clearly, but there was
a certain glint to Wayra�s eye that stopped her.� If she had been any younger, Dawn would not
have been able to comprehend the look; well, if she had been any younger, she
wouldn�t have been in this stupid jungle in the first place.� But as Wayra raised
an eyebrow and his lips twisted in a sickening smirk, Dawn realised exactly
what he meant by �see his prize�.� Her
breath escaped her in a shaky exhale and her knees wobbled dangerously,
threatening to give out beneath her at any second.�

�Don�t worry so much,� Wayra
murmured, leaning in close to her ear.� �You
are not married.� Tonight, he only gets
to look and not touch.� That is saved for
tomorrow.�

This provided some relief, though not much.� Dawn took a deep breath and shut her
eyes.� She imagined herself back in
Sinnoh, swimming in Lake Verity with her Pok�mon without a care in the
world.� Piplup�s excitement as it leapt
in the water was a strong memory, bringing tears to her eyes.� That had only been two days ago, back when
there had been �no need to worry.� Now here she was: surrounded by cannibals,
about to marry one, and wishing that she could just die instead of suffering
further humiliation.

You�re such an
idiot!� This never would have happened if
you hadn�t been so stupid and noble.� If
May, Max and Brock were still around, you�d all think of a way out of this
together.� If Ash was here, he�d know
what to do�

She swallowed as Ash�s face flooded her mind.� Regret washed over her.� If she had known that she would end up dying
just days before her sixteenth birthday, she would have forgiven him for his
stupidity and selfishness.� If she had known
that seeing him at the funeral would be the last time, she would have gone up
to him to smooth things over.� They
couldn�t be friends again, but at least they wouldn�t be on such negative
terms.

Ash always had the
answer when it came to Pok�mon.� These
are people.� He would be just as clueless as I am.

A large, rough hand touched her shoulder.� Dawn opened her eyes slowly and looked into
the eager face of Mokito.� He began to lead her away from the crowd of
cannibals, who began to whisper excitedly as they left.� Dawn clutched the egg in front of her body,
hoping that maybe it could buy her some time to plan an escape.

oOoOo

The first thing May noticed when the drugging wore off
was that they were back on the other side of the river, at the exact place
where they had been captured.� She lay on
the ground with her bag beside her, and when she checked the side pocket, she
counted six Pok�balls within.� May
breathed a sigh of relief and attempted to sit up.

Max and Brock were still on the ground.� Dawn was back with the cannibals, she
remembered with a moan.� She�d gone and
made a mistake she would have expected someone like Ash to make, but certainly
not her.� Sticking around to marry a cannibal...it was
certain death.

The red stain on Brock�s shirt caught her attention and
she crawled over to his side.� Brock was
breathing, though very still.� �Brock?� May whispered
tentatively.� �Brock, get up.� We need to see your cut.�

Brock stirred and lifted his head.� �Huh?�

�You�re hurt.�
Remember, when the cannibals caught us��

�Oh...right.� He pushed himself up on all fours before
sitting up, wincing every time he moved his abdomen.� �I have a First-Aid kit in my bag.� I should have brought Blissey
along.� She could have healed this instantly
with Softboiled.�

�Why did you leave her behind?�

�Lady Lalion� only permitted her employers to carry one Pok�mon.
�I chose Toxicroak.�

He pulled his bag close and opened up the First-Aid kit
within.� �Here,� he said.� He handed her a bottle of water, then opened
a package of cloths.� �It�s an antiseptic
wipe.� Brock raised his right arm slightly and May slowly lifted his shirt,
trying not to hurt him as the fabric pulled away from his skin.

The cut was deep and nasty.� May choked back a gasp at the sight of it so
as to not alarm Brock.� Around it was red
and swollen, and on the edge of the wound his flesh was slightly purple from
bruising.� May ran her fingers over it
softly and found that his skin was ice-cold.�
Brock shuddered at her touch, his teeth clicking together.� �Sorry,� she murmured.� She splashed some water from the bottle over
it, watching as dirt washed down his side with the blood.� Then, taking the cloth from him, she tenderly
rubbed it over the wound and around it, trying to clean it as much as possible.� Brock hissed through his teeth before biting
his lip.� May imagined that it must have
stung something terrible.� �Sorry,� she
said again.

�Nah, don�t be.�
Just keep going.�

May continued to clean the cut before she applied a
bandage to it.� �You should change your
shirt and get rid of this,� she said quietly.�
�We don�t want Pok�mon smelling your blood and getting any ideas.�

�You�re right.� He attempted to pull his shirt over his
head, but his cut prevented him from lifting his arm over his head.

�Here.� May moved around to his back and gripped the hem
of his shirt.� She pulled up while Brock
slid out his left arm and head, then carefully pulled
out his right arm from its sleeve.� May
tossed the shirt aside and pulled out a clean one from his bag.� She went to help him put it on, but something
on his chest caught her eye.� In all of
the times she�d been swimming with him, she had never seen it.� He must have got it after they parted.� �What is this?� she asked, pointing to the
tattoo on the left side of his chest.�
There were characters of a different language written in a circle; it
took a moment, but May soon realised that they were surrounding a full moon.

月の保護者

Without realising it, May had begun to trace the
characters with her fingertip.� At Brock�s
startled glance, she stopped and blushed profusely.� �When did you get that?�

�It�s a tattoo I got after I started working for the
Lady.� Her old breeder was an old man and
he had one just like it.� A week after I
started there, he took me to a parlour and made me get this.� I was never a fan of tattoos, but he said
that it could offer me some guidance.� I
didn�t know what he meant.� I don�t even
know what the markings mean.� I didn�t want to get them, but he kept
insisting and...well, the artist said that she loved
tattoos on guys.�

�Typical,� May tried to joke, but was unable to even
smile.� �Here, let�s put this on.� She
helped Brock struggle into his clean shirt.

The sun was beginning to set, and May�s stomach let out a
loud rumble.� She hadn�t eaten since that
morning, though the very thought of food made her ill as she thought of Dawn
and the cannibals.� Max began to stir and
he sat up, yawning.� After he woke, he
checked to ensure that he had all of his Pok�mon and let out a sigh of
relief.� May checked for Brock and found
that he had six Pok�balls in his bag.

�Dawn had five with her,� she remarked.� �They must have given hers to you since you
just have Toxicroak.�

�We need to make shelter,� Max said, looking up at the
darkening sky.� �May, can I take Blaziken
to get some firewood?�

�Take Toxicroak, too,� Brock
said, handing Max his Pok�ball.� �You
make sure to stay where we can see you.�
Just get the driest sticks you can find and get back here.�

Max let Blaziken and Toxicroak
out of their Pok�balls before releasing his own Gardevoir for added protection.
The Pok�mon formed a protective circle around him while he stepped into the
trees to look for wood to burn.� May drew
her knees up to her chin and rocked back and forth.

�What are we going to do about Dawn?�

�We can strike tomorrow morning.� We�ll release our Pok�mon and they�ll create
a distraction � burning down huts, inflicting confusion, that sort of
thing.� Hopefully the cannibals will be
distracted enough for us to find Dawn and get her out of there.� I don�t think they�ll hurt our Pok�mon.� They seem more interested in the human aspect of things.�

May shuddered.� �Do
you think she�s all right?�

Brock didn�t answer.�
May began to shake and tears threatened to fall.� She fought down sobs, not going unnoticed by
Brock.� He extended his left arm and she
moved around to that side, leaning against him and crying into his shoulder.� �I�m sorry,� she sobbed noisily.� �I thought this was supposed to be a fun
adventure, you know?� Like travelling
through Hoenn and Kanto with you and Ash and Max...and now we�re stuck out here
and Dawn�s a prisoner and...and I�m just trying not to
think of what will happen if we don�t get Dawn back.� What will I tell her mom?�

Brock pulled a tissue out of his bag and handed it to
May.� She took it gratefully, turning
around to blow her nose.� Brock placed a
hand on her shoulder comfortingly.� �This
situation bites harder than a Mawile,� he agreed, �but
we can get through this.� Come on, we�ve
been in tight spots before.� How �bout
the time you and Ash and Manaphy got trapped in the
Sea Temple?� You got out of there all
right.�

�But it was Ash that saved us,� May pointed out, �and Ash
isn�t here.� I...I wish he was.� She
wiped her nose again.� �Brock, what
happened between Dawn and Ash?� She said
that they had an argument.�

�It�s...hard to explain.�
Ash had just won his final badge in Sinnoh and we were just waiting to
take a ferry out so he could compete in the league.� Dawn had been helping Ash train for his gym
battle for weeks, using it as an opportunity to train for contests.� I guess Ash was really tense because he kept
snapping at her every time he lost, but she�d always brushed it aside.� The day before we left, there was supposed to
be a contest that Dawn was registered to compete in.� This one was important to her because if she
won, she would be eligible to compete in the Grand Festival.� But it got delayed by a day
and Dawn was panicking because she wanted to see Ash battle.� Ash told her to relax because the League
itself didn�t start for another week and he and I were heading out early to
help train, and she could just come on another ferry.� I guess this upset her; she asked Ash why he
and I couldn�t take a later ferry with her so that we could stay and watch her
contest.�

�That�s a fair point,� May said.

�Ash didn�t see it that way.� He told her that he�d been working towards
the Sinnoh League for a few months and it was important for him to go as soon
as possible.� Dawn asked him if arriving
a week early was more important than supporting a friend.� Ash said that if Dawn was competing in a gym
battle, it would be different and he would have stayed.�

�That�s a bit insensitive.�

�Well, Dawn got mad at that.� She started yelling about how she�d put aside
private training time with her Pok�mon to help him train for the gym battle; he
said no one forced her to and she said she did it to help out a friend.�

�So...did she guilt-trip him
into staying?�

�No.� He said that
a real friend would understand how important the League was to him.� That stung Dawn really deep; she asked him if
he ever considered her to be a �real friend�, or if she was just a way of
strengthening his party and making himself look better in comparison.� Ash didn�t answer her, so she kept saying
that a true Pok�mon master would know that friends came first.� I guess Ash was really peeved by this point,
because he said something that he would never say unless he was under wicked
amounts of stress.�

�What did he say?�

� �You�re just a rookie coordinator who hasn�t even won enough
contests to compete in the Grand Festival.�
What do you know of being a Pok�mon master?��

May gasped and shook her head.� �He didn�t!�

�Granted, he looked sorry the second it left his
mouth.� I think he was about to take it
back, but Dawn had had enough.� She came
up and smacked him � giving him a black eye for the League � and then turned
around and ran away.� Ash tried to go
after her, but...well, here�s where I come in.�
I just sat back and watched.�
There had been so much tension between them the past couple days that I
knew it would erupt sometime, so I thought after it did things would smooth
over like they normally did.� I told him
to give her some space because she would be back and they could make up them.� But I was wrong.� Dawn didn�t come back, and Ash and I left for
the League.�

May shook her head slowly.� �I can�t believe that.� I mean, Ash wasn�t even that mean when I was
a rookie.�

�I think there were other factors besides the stress of
competition.� Paul, a rival who treated
his Pok�mon poorly, had harassed Ash just after his final gym battle, saying
that he was a weak trainer who would be flattened in the League � and he would
be all-too-happy to do the honours.� That, and I think biology finally caught up with Ash.�

�What do you mean?�

�Well, he turned fourteen.�

May raised her eyebrows and sighed in understanding.� �So he was coping with other forms of stress.�

�Yeah, like turning into me,� Brock joked.� May smiled.�
It made her face hurt.

Max returned with the firewood, which Blaziken swiftly
lit.� �How will we stay safe from wild Pok�mon?�
he asked.� �We don�t have that plant that
they had.�

�We�ll just have to keep shifts,� Brock replied.� �We�ll stay up with a Pok�mon.� Toxicroak and I
will go first.� Dawn, you and Blaziken
will be next.� Max, do you think that you
and Gardevoir can handle this?�

Max nodded, eager to help
out.� �So...are we saving Dawn tomorrow
morning?�

�First thing,� Brock promised.� �I�ll feed the Pok�mon.� Are either of you hungry?�

Despite their growling stomachs, both Max and May refused
food.� The memory of the charred body was
too fresh in their minds.� Brock told
them to get some rest, and that he would wake May in a few hours for her
shift.� At that, May suddenly realised
how very tired she was, though she was reluctant to sleep.� She was certain nightmares would haunt her if
she dared to close her eyes.

But May did sleep, and her dreams were surprisingly
pleasant.

Author�s Notes: A
bit more �adult� in this chapter, what with step-three.� I thought I should step up the rating a
bit.� Also, I have no idea how the subtle
ShoppingShipping got in there. O.o
It was totally unintentional.� I guess we�ll
just see where that goes.

Still no Ash!� Haha.� There was supposed to be more to this
chapter, but I decided that nearly 4000 words was long
enough.� Any longer and I would have to
split it like chapter one.
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