Story Notes:
This is the "other" Runaways story, the long one with more characters, plot, and some other stuff too.Okay, *clears throat* I do not own pokemon, or any of those characters. the events and characters of this story are all fictional and any resemblance to persons live or dead is purely coincidental, and not meant to be insulting.Also, the inclusion of Lucario and wave guidance is all Felix's fault. Go read "Luca"... it's good and it inspired some of this story.Also, categories will be updated as necessary. They will changeAlso, I will be changing the categories as they need to be changed. the main characters are all a bit young at this point for sex, but it will probably show up in some form or another later.Also, if you can guess what the title is talking about I'll give you a cookie! (And maybe a story request, if you want)
Chapter 10: Settling In
I leap backwards and slam into Melissa. We both tumble to the ground, but I tuck my knees in and roll
backwards over Melissa. I pop back up with a pair of aura spheres charged.
However, the feraligatr just stares at me and scratches his chin. "Yah, hello. Nice to meet you, too. Who
the hell are you people and what are you doing in our house?"
"The long haired guy is Danny, and Melissa got all pink and furry while she was out." Chrystal replies as
all the cards come together in a tight swarm and start doing laps around the feraligatr.
The feraligatr stares at Melissa for a moment then nods, "Okay." He then picks up the magikarp fillet
and sticks it back in the refrigerator.
Melissa sits up gives me a bewildered look then turns back to the feraligatr, "Why are all of you so damn
calm about me being turned into a pokémon?"
The feraligatr shrugs, "Doesn't seem too big a deal to me. So you're a pokémon now, congratulations,
you can understand pokemon now. You can also still speak English, so humans can understand you.
Everything is fine. Also, have the guy with the wild hair put those blue orbs away. How is he doing that
anyway?"
I look down at my hands and slowly diffuse the focused aura energy. "I can understand you just fine
myself."
The feraligatr gives me a raised brow and a rumbling chuckle, "Oh really now? So you can understand
me when I call you a scrawny aipom."
I sigh, "Yes, I can understand you when you call me a scrawny aipom."
The feraligatr nods, "Well that's certainly convenient. By the way, there is a mightyena swimming in my
pond. Just checking to make sure whether or not she is supposed to be here before I actually do
something about it."
Melissa smiles, "Thank you Gile, I'm glad you came to me first. Yes, she is supposed to be here. She is
with Danny and Gin. He's the lucario you will eventually see around here."
I frown, Gile? Why the hell does that sound familiar?
Suddenly Gin pipes up next to me making me jump in surprise, "Wasn't Gile the name of that one
totodile that one girl had with her? You know the first rescue mission we did with the arcanine? That
one."
When the hell did he get here? Wait! DA FUCK?! Chrystal whirls around and all the cards
fall out of the air as she stares at me. Melissa flinches, "Ow."
Gile looks from Chrystal to Melissa and then at me. He snorts, "You look like you just had carrot shoved
up your ass."
I drag my hand across my face and shake my head, "Please tell me you are not the two that Gin and I
liberated the growlithe from eight years ago."
Melissa giggles, "Why?"
"Because it would just be really damn weird." I reply, "It just is."
"What if it's fate?" Melissa asks with a grin.
"No such thing." Gin and I reply in unison.
Melissa seems taken aback, "Why not?"
"We make our own choices. Each one of us." I say. "There is no cosmic being controlling us like
puppets."
"The world is too fluid for any of one force to make a discernible difference in every individual's life that
would guide them all to any one ultimate destiny." Gin adds.
"Well aren't you a couple of philosophers." Gile comments wryly. "Where did you find these clowns,
Melissa?"
"These 'clowns' are the only reason I'm not floating in a giant test tube in some creepy bastard's lab
right now." Melissa replies, her tail flicking in annoyance, "And they found me."
Gile gives me a suspicious look, "Oooookay. So why are they here now?"
"They need a place to stay." Melissa replies making her way to fridge and starts getting out a wide
assortment of vegetables, fruits and berries. "So they are staying here. Do you have a problem with
that?"
I have heard that tone of voice before, both from my stepmother and from Rogue. You do not object.
Ever. Gile swallows hard and shakes his head, "No ma'am."
"Good!" Melissa says with a sweet smile as she pulls out a couple sugar beets and throws them in the
sink.
Chrystal hops up and dashes over to me and grabs my hand. I feel the gentle gripping sensation of
telekinesis and I begin floating along behind the gardevoir as she sprints out of the kitchen and up some
stairs. She then turns abruptly, nearly sling-shotting me down the hall. Fortunately for me, she manages
to just sling me into a bedroom instead, and releases her psychic grip on my body. I tumble backwards
heels over head until I come to a stop just short of the bed. "You and your pokémon buddies will be
sleeping in here tonight!" she says with a grin, "My room is right next to this one, and Melissa's is the
one after that."
"You get your own room?" I ask as I sit up and brush my hair out of my face.
She nods, "Yep, and it is full of stuffed animals. Now sit down and let me fix your hair."
"What is wrong with my hair?" I frown, brushing a few remaining loose strands back behind my ear.
Chrystal rolls her eyes, "First off, it needs serious conditioner treatment, and with that much hair you
can't just let it hang down like the way it is. You have to actually do something with it if you ever want to
attract a mate. Otherwise you just look like a wild mightyena."
"What makes you think I am looking for a mate?" I say raising a brow and crossing my arms over my
chest. "And have you seen how many mates wild mightyena get? They are rolling in chicks.""
Chrystal rolls her eyes and I find myself floating again. "One, you're a male of mating age, you will be
looking for a mate. Two, I can read your mind. Three, you are human, not mightyena." She drops me
onto the bed, "Now hold still so I can fix your hair up right."
I sigh and shut my eyes as my hair begins to be pulled and twisted every which way. The entire process
is pulling pretty tightly on my scalp just short of being uncomfortable. A couple sharp jerks make me
wince, "Hey! Be gentle! That stuff is attached to my head you know!"
"Don't be such a baby." Chrystal giggles, then her tone turns dead serious, "And you should probably
stop thinking about Melissa as a potential mate."
"What makes you think I see her as a potential mate?" I growl.
"Well, maybe it's the fact that you think she has a sexy ass." Chrystal suggests, "Or maybe it's the Mew
fetish-"
"It's not a fetish!" I exclaim, Chrystal just giggles, and I mutter, "It's not my fault she is always being a
dirty tease."
"Riiiight." Chrystal replies, "Or how about the way you want to-"
"Okay! Fine!" I exclaim throwing my hands up in surrender, "I give! Yes! I think she is cute, hot, and,
from what I've seen so far, a real great girl. Even if she does have that weird 'vegan' thing going on. But
it isn't like I've met that many human girls who actually stick around."
Chrystal giggles, "No, they certainly don't, though Melissa isn't exactly human now. That and she can
totally kick your ass." I chuckle, then she adds, "But she also has a boyfriend already, and a crush on
some bad boy celebrity to the north. In short, there just isn't room for you."
I sigh, Well ain't that just peachy? "How do you know all that stuff about my liking her anyway?"
Chrystal laughs, "Hellooo. I'm psychic! All I did was mention your liking her, and all that stuff rose to the
surface of your mind!"
My jaw drops, You devious... just what are you doing with my hair anyway?
"Cornrows." Chrystal replies with an evil giggle.
"What in the hell are..." I lift a hand to my head and groan, my hair has been done up in tight little braids
that hug my scalp in rows all the way back to the nape of my neck. "Oh my god..."
=^3^=
Rogue tilts her head to the side and stares at me as I step back into the kitchen where a delicious looking
salad, or as delicious as a bunch of leaves, diced plant matter, and mixed fruits can look, is being
prepared. "What in the name of all things holy have you done to your hair?"
Melissa looks up from tossing the salad and laughs, "I see Chrystal got a hold of your hair."
"Yes." I grumble as I move to stand by the table, "And apparently cornrows are supposed to help me get
a mate."
"I never said that!" Chrystal giggles floating across the room to stand behind Gin who had been watching
Melissa toss the salad. "I just said that you needed to do something with your hair if you wanted to get a
mate. Cornrows probably won't help, but they are more fun to make than that big, boring braid you
showed up with."
Melissa laughs, "Never let Chrystal do your hair. The last time I let her do mine she gave me an afro."
I try to imagine that, but I'm not exactly sure what Melissa looked like before she became what she is
now, and right now she has nothing in the way of hair. Just pink fur. So, the resulting image is her as she
is now with a massive pink cotton ball looking mass of hair on her head. I chuckle, and Chrystal cackles.
Melissa looks from me to Chrystal and back again. She shakes her head, "I'm not even going to ask."
Gin glances over his shoulder at Chrystal nervously as she starts playing with his head ornaments. "What
are you doing?"
"Nothing." Chrystal giggles as she swats one of the oblong, metal pieces attached to his head and the
ornaments clank against each other quietly. I look around the kitchen, there are a couple things missing.
One of which is my stuff, and the other is Gile the feraligatr. I shut my eyes and enter wave sight. The
fact that his copper colored aura is burning right behind me is only a little surprising, but no less
unnerving. I take slow, deep breaths and resist my kneejerk response, which is to leap to the other side
of the room. Instead I take two very large steps forward and turn around before opening my eyes. "Is
there any particular reason you like standing behind me like that?"
"Oh don't mind Gile." Melissa says as she starts putting the salad into smaller bowls. "He just likes
spooking people."
Gile chuckles, "And after the way you reacted last time, I wasn't about to pass up a possible repeat.
Unfortunately, it didn't work."
I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale slowly, "You're a dick."
Gile just laughs, "It comes with having a pair."
I look him over and smirk, "Really now? What pair would that be?"
"Children." Rogue interjects before Gile can come up with a response, "Let's shut up and eat. I'd
rather make it through dinner without bloodshed."
"Thank you, Rogue." Melissa says with a stern look, "I was about to suggest that very thing." Then she
smiles and holds up a bowl of the salad, "Come and get it!"
=^3^=
As might have been expected, dinner was tense. Gile kept giving me the evil eye whenever Melissa
wasn't looking and I gave it right back. I was kinda grumpy that he got the only meat at the table. I have
to admit that the salad was really good, all sorts of sweet and bitter, and mixed with just a touch of sour,
but it still wasn't meat.
After dinner, I showed Gin and Rogue to our room. "And this is where we will be sleeping."
Gin wastes no time darting forward leaping onto the bed, immediately punching a hole through the
comforter, sheets, and I think the mattress itself with his chest spike. "Oops." Gin says, his voice muffled
almost beyond recognition by the pillow that his head is buried in. I grin and jump up over him.
"GAAAROOOH!" I roar as I drop my shoulder down on his back forcing him even deeper into the soft
cushiony bed so that he almost seems to disappear into the bed. Then the spring box does its job and
we are both tossed back into the air again with limbs flailing as we flip off the bed. We hit the ground
with a pair of heavy thuds. Rogue shakes her head, "Really? Can you guys go even an hour without
trying to break something?"
I sit up and wheeze, "Where's the fun in that?"
"Allow me to lay some ground rules so we don't get kicked out." Rouge rolls her eyes, "Rule number
one: don't break the hosts stuff. That means no indoor roughhousing, and Gin, you have to sleep on
your back and keep your spikes facing up so you don't poke any more holes in the bed."
I nod. That sounds reasonable. "What's rule number two?"
"Don't get in a fight with the host." Rogue answers then gives me a pointed look, "Danny, you will
get along with the feraligatr."
"But-" I start to protest.
"No buts!" Rogue interrupts, "I don't know why you are so quick to be antagonistic to him, but you need
to cut it out."
"Danny's scared of him." Gin offers, sitting up and scooting back to lean against the side of the bed next
to me. "Big time."
You can't lie to a psychic type, and you cannot hide emotions from a lucario. Not without serious focus
and training anyway. Rogue tilts her head to the side, "Don't be ridiculous, Danny is too reckless to be
scared big time. He never thinks long enough to be scared."
I smile, she hit the nail on the head, I don't think long enough about consequences to worry about them.
It doesn't change the fact that feraligatrs do put me on edge though. "That's what you're here for,
Rogue. To put the fear of Arceus in me."
Rogue nods, "Damn right. So consider this your only warning. Find a way to put your damn macho
response on hold or I will take you down. Am I understood?"
"Yes dear." I say with a sigh. I climb to my feet, "I'm gonna go find the bathroom and take a crap."
"Which brings me to rule number three." Rogue adds quickly, "All pissing and crapping will occur in the
proper, designated locations. Gin, you will learn to crap and piss in the toilet and never on the floors or
the ground."
"Wait, what? Why?" Gin asks in surprise.
"Because we are out of the woods now." Rogue replies tossing her mane, "It goes along with not
breaking the host's stuff, and it is what you do in civilized company. And if I use the toilet, then you will
too damnit."
I chuckle as I leave the room, Gin's expression is priceless. Now to find a bathroom.
=^3^=
Hallelujah! Indoor plumbing! I step out of the bathroom, turn, and walk straight into a wall of
muscle. I take several quick steps back then turn around and start walking the other way. "Goodnight
Gile."
A clawed hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around, "Nuh-uh, I have something to say to you." he
pauses and looks me in the eyes, "Don't try and get Melissa as a mate."
I roll my eyes, "What is it with you guys, and telling me hands off? Chrystal already explicitly told me I
shouldn't because I have no chance. I get it, okay? I won't go after her to be my mate. It's pointless if
there is no chance."
Gile shakes his head, "I'm not telling you to leave well enough alone because I think you have no chance.
I'm telling you because there is a chance for you to get her. I'm telling you not to because you
don't look trustworthy to me. Like the kind who will hit it and run."
I raise a brow, so apparently the feraligatr thinks he knows something that the psychic type doesn't. "I'm
trustworthy, loyal as a mightyena, and running has never been a part of my style."
"I know what you are. You're a criminal, and a fugitive from the law." Is his blunt response. "But should
you actually succeed in getting her, let me make something perfectly clear." He leans in close to me and
growls, "If you make her cry, there will be nothing left for the authorities to find. Do I make myself
clear?"
"Crystal." I reply with a strained smile as I take a couple steps back. My right hand slides instinctively to
my left hip where my blade would normally be hanging, but of course it isn't there.
"Good." He turns around and starts walking back down the hall on all fours, "And you look like an idiot
with your hair in cornrows like that."
I chuckle in spite of the nervous knot in my stomach, "Well at least we agree on that."
Gile laughs and I head back to my room.
=^3^=
I bolt upright in bed. Gin groans, "Damnit Danny, can't you stay asleep for more than an hour?"
I slip out from under the covers and get out of bed, "Just go back to bed, I'm going outside for a bit.
Maybe the fresh air will help me sleep better."
I carefully step over Rogue who is still out cold on the floor. Her legs give a little kick as she dreams,
what she is dreaming of, I don't know, but I hope it's something more pleasant than what I've been
dreaming of. Damn you Gile. I sigh as I close the door to the room behind me, At least they
aren't the super realistic monthly ones.
I open the door to the backyard and step outside. There is a gentle breeze blowing over the lake and I
take a deep breath of the cool night air. I shut the back door and start walking out into the yard, giving
the lake wide berth, since that's 'Gile's pond'. Out past the pond is a large square building, and judging
from the size of the air conditioning units mounted on the roof I would guess that that will probably be
some sort of icy environment when the daycare is finally opened. I walk past this building to find a small
beach with another large body of water. I take a deep breath, Sea water. There is not much else in the
world like the smell of the sea. Even if it is in miniature.
I take a seat on the cool sand and look at the salt water pond as the breeze sends ripples marching
across the surface. I look up at the waning moon, out here among these large properties it and the stars
are almost the only light. I stiffen as something sidles up to me in the dark.
"Well you are certainly moving up in the world." A familiar voice giggles behind me and I relax again. I
shut my eyes and tilt my head back to smile up at the sky.
"Hi Mew." I say with a chuckle, "You nearly scared the crap out of me."
"I know!" she says sliding up my back to hug the back of my head. "You're so funny when you get
spooked."
Her tail slides down my shirt and starts playing over my chest, then lifts my borrowed t-shirt, "Whose
shirt is this? I know I certainly didn't make this. This isn't real cotton, and I only use the real deal."
"I think it is Melissa's father's shirt. All the shirts you made are still back in the woods, which were kind
of on fire last time I was there, and I don't know how to get there from here." I reply as I make a half
hearted grab at Mew's tail. In response her tail slips under my arm and starts tickling me. I laugh and
roll around on the sand as she continues to tickle me with her tail. Finally I can't take it anymore and I
grab her in both hands, pull her over my head, and pin her to the sand underneath me.
She purrs into my stomach, "Looks like someone is eager to get in the six-nine position this evening."
I laugh and roll off of her, "In your dreams grandma."
Mew lifts off the sand and hovers over my chest with a smile, "Nope. That spot's already filled. I already
have a dream man and a man in general, so you'll just have to settle for someone else. Now that you are
living with human beings again at least you'll have a decent pool of candidates."
"A decent pool huh?" I smirk and shut my eyes and sigh, "So far there appears to be only one candidate
in the pool and she seems to be taken twice over. That and she's not human."
Mew drops down onto my chest and leans forward so I can feel her breath on my face, "Ohhhhh? What
is she then?"
I chuckle, "You can read my mind. Why don't you just take a look inside?"
"Because that is rude and it is more fun to talk." Mew replies, poking me in the nose with a paw, "Now
tellll meeeeee."
"She's... well she is kind of a mew." I say with a sheepish grin.
Mew is silent for a long moment. I open my eyes to look down at her; a speechless Mew is a rare thing. I
grin at her slack-jawed expression, "Well the original was too old, so I found a younger copy of sorts."
Mew shakes her head, "No, that can't be right. My little brother is not a girl."
I raise a brow, "You have a little brother? So you had a mother?"
Mew shakes her head again, "Some crazy scientists took my DNA and combined it with a mix of human
and alakazam DNA to make a super powered clone a bunch of years ago. Last I heard he was living
nowhere near here."
I prop myself up on my elbows and Mew slides down my chest into my lap, "Well, you know those guys
that caught Darkrai, and hurt you that day that I first met you? Well, they found a way to take a normal
human being, and turn them into a pokémon human hybrid or something like that. They did that to her.
So, she looks a lot like you, but human sized and humanoid." I pause. Then I grin, "She also has breasts."
"You say that like it's an improvement." Mew huffs indignantly. Then she tilts her head thoughtfully,
suddenly small, plump orbs of flesh push out on her chest. She lifts off my lap and pushes her little
'breasts' up with her paws. She looks up from her new assets and gives me an incredulous look,
"Really?"
This time I'm the one who is speechless. But only for a moment, and then I bust out laughing. Deep,
rolling belly laughs, the kind that leaves your sides hurting.
"Well, no." I finally reply after I can speak again, "Not on you. They look great on her though."
"Bah! You can't improve on the original recipe!" Mew scoffs crossing her arms under her breasts. After a
moment she shakes her little fist at me, "Boobies are not an improvement!"
I chuckle and lay back down with my arms crossed behind my head. "It's just icing on a cake Mew."
Mew giggles and lies down on my chest, "I'm sure you'd like to ice that cake."
"Yeah, I would." I admit with a smile, "But as I said, she's twice taken already and her feraligatr has
threatened to eat me if I make her cry. So, I may just have to keep waiting for the right girl to show up."
Mew reaches up to pat my cheek before laying her head on my chest, "You'll find somebody. She won't
be near as good as me of course, but you will find somebody."
I chuckle and run my hand over Mew's back once before sighing, "Yeah. Good night Mew."
"Good night Danny." Mew replies with a yawn. "And your hair looks ridiculous."
I smile and yawn myself, "Yep. Completely... ridiculous..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter End Notes:^3^ This was a fun chapter, and even more zaniness to come. It involves a female blaziken and Danny
being an idiot. I could have kept going and combined the two chapters, but decided this was a nice
stopping place for the chapter.
No cameos for ATLTH. Just... No.
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backwards over Melissa. I pop back up with a pair of aura spheres charged.
However, the feraligatr just stares at me and scratches his chin. "Yah, hello. Nice to meet you, too. Who
the hell are you people and what are you doing in our house?"
"The long haired guy is Danny, and Melissa got all pink and furry while she was out." Chrystal replies as
all the cards come together in a tight swarm and start doing laps around the feraligatr.
The feraligatr stares at Melissa for a moment then nods, "Okay." He then picks up the magikarp fillet
and sticks it back in the refrigerator.
Melissa sits up gives me a bewildered look then turns back to the feraligatr, "Why are all of you so damn
calm about me being turned into a pokémon?"
The feraligatr shrugs, "Doesn't seem too big a deal to me. So you're a pokémon now, congratulations,
you can understand pokemon now. You can also still speak English, so humans can understand you.
Everything is fine. Also, have the guy with the wild hair put those blue orbs away. How is he doing that
anyway?"
I look down at my hands and slowly diffuse the focused aura energy. "I can understand you just fine
myself."
The feraligatr gives me a raised brow and a rumbling chuckle, "Oh really now? So you can understand
me when I call you a scrawny aipom."
I sigh, "Yes, I can understand you when you call me a scrawny aipom."
The feraligatr nods, "Well that's certainly convenient. By the way, there is a mightyena swimming in my
pond. Just checking to make sure whether or not she is supposed to be here before I actually do
something about it."
Melissa smiles, "Thank you Gile, I'm glad you came to me first. Yes, she is supposed to be here. She is
with Danny and Gin. He's the lucario you will eventually see around here."
I frown, Gile? Why the hell does that sound familiar?
Suddenly Gin pipes up next to me making me jump in surprise, "Wasn't Gile the name of that one
totodile that one girl had with her? You know the first rescue mission we did with the arcanine? That
one."
When the hell did he get here? Wait! DA FUCK?! Chrystal whirls around and all the cards
fall out of the air as she stares at me. Melissa flinches, "Ow."
Gile looks from Chrystal to Melissa and then at me. He snorts, "You look like you just had carrot shoved
up your ass."
I drag my hand across my face and shake my head, "Please tell me you are not the two that Gin and I
liberated the growlithe from eight years ago."
Melissa giggles, "Why?"
"Because it would just be really damn weird." I reply, "It just is."
"What if it's fate?" Melissa asks with a grin.
"No such thing." Gin and I reply in unison.
Melissa seems taken aback, "Why not?"
"We make our own choices. Each one of us." I say. "There is no cosmic being controlling us like
puppets."
"The world is too fluid for any of one force to make a discernible difference in every individual's life that
would guide them all to any one ultimate destiny." Gin adds.
"Well aren't you a couple of philosophers." Gile comments wryly. "Where did you find these clowns,
Melissa?"
"These 'clowns' are the only reason I'm not floating in a giant test tube in some creepy bastard's lab
right now." Melissa replies, her tail flicking in annoyance, "And they found me."
Gile gives me a suspicious look, "Oooookay. So why are they here now?"
"They need a place to stay." Melissa replies making her way to fridge and starts getting out a wide
assortment of vegetables, fruits and berries. "So they are staying here. Do you have a problem with
that?"
I have heard that tone of voice before, both from my stepmother and from Rogue. You do not object.
Ever. Gile swallows hard and shakes his head, "No ma'am."
"Good!" Melissa says with a sweet smile as she pulls out a couple sugar beets and throws them in the
sink.
Chrystal hops up and dashes over to me and grabs my hand. I feel the gentle gripping sensation of
telekinesis and I begin floating along behind the gardevoir as she sprints out of the kitchen and up some
stairs. She then turns abruptly, nearly sling-shotting me down the hall. Fortunately for me, she manages
to just sling me into a bedroom instead, and releases her psychic grip on my body. I tumble backwards
heels over head until I come to a stop just short of the bed. "You and your pokémon buddies will be
sleeping in here tonight!" she says with a grin, "My room is right next to this one, and Melissa's is the
one after that."
"You get your own room?" I ask as I sit up and brush my hair out of my face.
She nods, "Yep, and it is full of stuffed animals. Now sit down and let me fix your hair."
"What is wrong with my hair?" I frown, brushing a few remaining loose strands back behind my ear.
Chrystal rolls her eyes, "First off, it needs serious conditioner treatment, and with that much hair you
can't just let it hang down like the way it is. You have to actually do something with it if you ever want to
attract a mate. Otherwise you just look like a wild mightyena."
"What makes you think I am looking for a mate?" I say raising a brow and crossing my arms over my
chest. "And have you seen how many mates wild mightyena get? They are rolling in chicks.""
Chrystal rolls her eyes and I find myself floating again. "One, you're a male of mating age, you will be
looking for a mate. Two, I can read your mind. Three, you are human, not mightyena." She drops me
onto the bed, "Now hold still so I can fix your hair up right."
I sigh and shut my eyes as my hair begins to be pulled and twisted every which way. The entire process
is pulling pretty tightly on my scalp just short of being uncomfortable. A couple sharp jerks make me
wince, "Hey! Be gentle! That stuff is attached to my head you know!"
"Don't be such a baby." Chrystal giggles, then her tone turns dead serious, "And you should probably
stop thinking about Melissa as a potential mate."
"What makes you think I see her as a potential mate?" I growl.
"Well, maybe it's the fact that you think she has a sexy ass." Chrystal suggests, "Or maybe it's the Mew
fetish-"
"It's not a fetish!" I exclaim, Chrystal just giggles, and I mutter, "It's not my fault she is always being a
dirty tease."
"Riiiight." Chrystal replies, "Or how about the way you want to-"
"Okay! Fine!" I exclaim throwing my hands up in surrender, "I give! Yes! I think she is cute, hot, and,
from what I've seen so far, a real great girl. Even if she does have that weird 'vegan' thing going on. But
it isn't like I've met that many human girls who actually stick around."
Chrystal giggles, "No, they certainly don't, though Melissa isn't exactly human now. That and she can
totally kick your ass." I chuckle, then she adds, "But she also has a boyfriend already, and a crush on
some bad boy celebrity to the north. In short, there just isn't room for you."
I sigh, Well ain't that just peachy? "How do you know all that stuff about my liking her anyway?"
Chrystal laughs, "Hellooo. I'm psychic! All I did was mention your liking her, and all that stuff rose to the
surface of your mind!"
My jaw drops, You devious... just what are you doing with my hair anyway?
"Cornrows." Chrystal replies with an evil giggle.
"What in the hell are..." I lift a hand to my head and groan, my hair has been done up in tight little braids
that hug my scalp in rows all the way back to the nape of my neck. "Oh my god..."
=^3^=
Rogue tilts her head to the side and stares at me as I step back into the kitchen where a delicious looking
salad, or as delicious as a bunch of leaves, diced plant matter, and mixed fruits can look, is being
prepared. "What in the name of all things holy have you done to your hair?"
Melissa looks up from tossing the salad and laughs, "I see Chrystal got a hold of your hair."
"Yes." I grumble as I move to stand by the table, "And apparently cornrows are supposed to help me get
a mate."
"I never said that!" Chrystal giggles floating across the room to stand behind Gin who had been watching
Melissa toss the salad. "I just said that you needed to do something with your hair if you wanted to get a
mate. Cornrows probably won't help, but they are more fun to make than that big, boring braid you
showed up with."
Melissa laughs, "Never let Chrystal do your hair. The last time I let her do mine she gave me an afro."
I try to imagine that, but I'm not exactly sure what Melissa looked like before she became what she is
now, and right now she has nothing in the way of hair. Just pink fur. So, the resulting image is her as she
is now with a massive pink cotton ball looking mass of hair on her head. I chuckle, and Chrystal cackles.
Melissa looks from me to Chrystal and back again. She shakes her head, "I'm not even going to ask."
Gin glances over his shoulder at Chrystal nervously as she starts playing with his head ornaments. "What
are you doing?"
"Nothing." Chrystal giggles as she swats one of the oblong, metal pieces attached to his head and the
ornaments clank against each other quietly. I look around the kitchen, there are a couple things missing.
One of which is my stuff, and the other is Gile the feraligatr. I shut my eyes and enter wave sight. The
fact that his copper colored aura is burning right behind me is only a little surprising, but no less
unnerving. I take slow, deep breaths and resist my kneejerk response, which is to leap to the other side
of the room. Instead I take two very large steps forward and turn around before opening my eyes. "Is
there any particular reason you like standing behind me like that?"
"Oh don't mind Gile." Melissa says as she starts putting the salad into smaller bowls. "He just likes
spooking people."
Gile chuckles, "And after the way you reacted last time, I wasn't about to pass up a possible repeat.
Unfortunately, it didn't work."
I pinch the bridge of my nose and exhale slowly, "You're a dick."
Gile just laughs, "It comes with having a pair."
I look him over and smirk, "Really now? What pair would that be?"
"Children." Rogue interjects before Gile can come up with a response, "Let's shut up and eat. I'd
rather make it through dinner without bloodshed."
"Thank you, Rogue." Melissa says with a stern look, "I was about to suggest that very thing." Then she
smiles and holds up a bowl of the salad, "Come and get it!"
=^3^=
As might have been expected, dinner was tense. Gile kept giving me the evil eye whenever Melissa
wasn't looking and I gave it right back. I was kinda grumpy that he got the only meat at the table. I have
to admit that the salad was really good, all sorts of sweet and bitter, and mixed with just a touch of sour,
but it still wasn't meat.
After dinner, I showed Gin and Rogue to our room. "And this is where we will be sleeping."
Gin wastes no time darting forward leaping onto the bed, immediately punching a hole through the
comforter, sheets, and I think the mattress itself with his chest spike. "Oops." Gin says, his voice muffled
almost beyond recognition by the pillow that his head is buried in. I grin and jump up over him.
"GAAAROOOH!" I roar as I drop my shoulder down on his back forcing him even deeper into the soft
cushiony bed so that he almost seems to disappear into the bed. Then the spring box does its job and
we are both tossed back into the air again with limbs flailing as we flip off the bed. We hit the ground
with a pair of heavy thuds. Rogue shakes her head, "Really? Can you guys go even an hour without
trying to break something?"
I sit up and wheeze, "Where's the fun in that?"
"Allow me to lay some ground rules so we don't get kicked out." Rouge rolls her eyes, "Rule number
one: don't break the hosts stuff. That means no indoor roughhousing, and Gin, you have to sleep on
your back and keep your spikes facing up so you don't poke any more holes in the bed."
I nod. That sounds reasonable. "What's rule number two?"
"Don't get in a fight with the host." Rogue answers then gives me a pointed look, "Danny, you will
get along with the feraligatr."
"But-" I start to protest.
"No buts!" Rogue interrupts, "I don't know why you are so quick to be antagonistic to him, but you need
to cut it out."
"Danny's scared of him." Gin offers, sitting up and scooting back to lean against the side of the bed next
to me. "Big time."
You can't lie to a psychic type, and you cannot hide emotions from a lucario. Not without serious focus
and training anyway. Rogue tilts her head to the side, "Don't be ridiculous, Danny is too reckless to be
scared big time. He never thinks long enough to be scared."
I smile, she hit the nail on the head, I don't think long enough about consequences to worry about them.
It doesn't change the fact that feraligatrs do put me on edge though. "That's what you're here for,
Rogue. To put the fear of Arceus in me."
Rogue nods, "Damn right. So consider this your only warning. Find a way to put your damn macho
response on hold or I will take you down. Am I understood?"
"Yes dear." I say with a sigh. I climb to my feet, "I'm gonna go find the bathroom and take a crap."
"Which brings me to rule number three." Rogue adds quickly, "All pissing and crapping will occur in the
proper, designated locations. Gin, you will learn to crap and piss in the toilet and never on the floors or
the ground."
"Wait, what? Why?" Gin asks in surprise.
"Because we are out of the woods now." Rogue replies tossing her mane, "It goes along with not
breaking the host's stuff, and it is what you do in civilized company. And if I use the toilet, then you will
too damnit."
I chuckle as I leave the room, Gin's expression is priceless. Now to find a bathroom.
=^3^=
Hallelujah! Indoor plumbing! I step out of the bathroom, turn, and walk straight into a wall of
muscle. I take several quick steps back then turn around and start walking the other way. "Goodnight
Gile."
A clawed hand grabs my shoulder and spins me around, "Nuh-uh, I have something to say to you." he
pauses and looks me in the eyes, "Don't try and get Melissa as a mate."
I roll my eyes, "What is it with you guys, and telling me hands off? Chrystal already explicitly told me I
shouldn't because I have no chance. I get it, okay? I won't go after her to be my mate. It's pointless if
there is no chance."
Gile shakes his head, "I'm not telling you to leave well enough alone because I think you have no chance.
I'm telling you because there is a chance for you to get her. I'm telling you not to because you
don't look trustworthy to me. Like the kind who will hit it and run."
I raise a brow, so apparently the feraligatr thinks he knows something that the psychic type doesn't. "I'm
trustworthy, loyal as a mightyena, and running has never been a part of my style."
"I know what you are. You're a criminal, and a fugitive from the law." Is his blunt response. "But should
you actually succeed in getting her, let me make something perfectly clear." He leans in close to me and
growls, "If you make her cry, there will be nothing left for the authorities to find. Do I make myself
clear?"
"Crystal." I reply with a strained smile as I take a couple steps back. My right hand slides instinctively to
my left hip where my blade would normally be hanging, but of course it isn't there.
"Good." He turns around and starts walking back down the hall on all fours, "And you look like an idiot
with your hair in cornrows like that."
I chuckle in spite of the nervous knot in my stomach, "Well at least we agree on that."
Gile laughs and I head back to my room.
=^3^=
I bolt upright in bed. Gin groans, "Damnit Danny, can't you stay asleep for more than an hour?"
I slip out from under the covers and get out of bed, "Just go back to bed, I'm going outside for a bit.
Maybe the fresh air will help me sleep better."
I carefully step over Rogue who is still out cold on the floor. Her legs give a little kick as she dreams,
what she is dreaming of, I don't know, but I hope it's something more pleasant than what I've been
dreaming of. Damn you Gile. I sigh as I close the door to the room behind me, At least they
aren't the super realistic monthly ones.
I open the door to the backyard and step outside. There is a gentle breeze blowing over the lake and I
take a deep breath of the cool night air. I shut the back door and start walking out into the yard, giving
the lake wide berth, since that's 'Gile's pond'. Out past the pond is a large square building, and judging
from the size of the air conditioning units mounted on the roof I would guess that that will probably be
some sort of icy environment when the daycare is finally opened. I walk past this building to find a small
beach with another large body of water. I take a deep breath, Sea water. There is not much else in the
world like the smell of the sea. Even if it is in miniature.
I take a seat on the cool sand and look at the salt water pond as the breeze sends ripples marching
across the surface. I look up at the waning moon, out here among these large properties it and the stars
are almost the only light. I stiffen as something sidles up to me in the dark.
"Well you are certainly moving up in the world." A familiar voice giggles behind me and I relax again. I
shut my eyes and tilt my head back to smile up at the sky.
"Hi Mew." I say with a chuckle, "You nearly scared the crap out of me."
"I know!" she says sliding up my back to hug the back of my head. "You're so funny when you get
spooked."
Her tail slides down my shirt and starts playing over my chest, then lifts my borrowed t-shirt, "Whose
shirt is this? I know I certainly didn't make this. This isn't real cotton, and I only use the real deal."
"I think it is Melissa's father's shirt. All the shirts you made are still back in the woods, which were kind
of on fire last time I was there, and I don't know how to get there from here." I reply as I make a half
hearted grab at Mew's tail. In response her tail slips under my arm and starts tickling me. I laugh and
roll around on the sand as she continues to tickle me with her tail. Finally I can't take it anymore and I
grab her in both hands, pull her over my head, and pin her to the sand underneath me.
She purrs into my stomach, "Looks like someone is eager to get in the six-nine position this evening."
I laugh and roll off of her, "In your dreams grandma."
Mew lifts off the sand and hovers over my chest with a smile, "Nope. That spot's already filled. I already
have a dream man and a man in general, so you'll just have to settle for someone else. Now that you are
living with human beings again at least you'll have a decent pool of candidates."
"A decent pool huh?" I smirk and shut my eyes and sigh, "So far there appears to be only one candidate
in the pool and she seems to be taken twice over. That and she's not human."
Mew drops down onto my chest and leans forward so I can feel her breath on my face, "Ohhhhh? What
is she then?"
I chuckle, "You can read my mind. Why don't you just take a look inside?"
"Because that is rude and it is more fun to talk." Mew replies, poking me in the nose with a paw, "Now
tellll meeeeee."
"She's... well she is kind of a mew." I say with a sheepish grin.
Mew is silent for a long moment. I open my eyes to look down at her; a speechless Mew is a rare thing. I
grin at her slack-jawed expression, "Well the original was too old, so I found a younger copy of sorts."
Mew shakes her head, "No, that can't be right. My little brother is not a girl."
I raise a brow, "You have a little brother? So you had a mother?"
Mew shakes her head again, "Some crazy scientists took my DNA and combined it with a mix of human
and alakazam DNA to make a super powered clone a bunch of years ago. Last I heard he was living
nowhere near here."
I prop myself up on my elbows and Mew slides down my chest into my lap, "Well, you know those guys
that caught Darkrai, and hurt you that day that I first met you? Well, they found a way to take a normal
human being, and turn them into a pokémon human hybrid or something like that. They did that to her.
So, she looks a lot like you, but human sized and humanoid." I pause. Then I grin, "She also has breasts."
"You say that like it's an improvement." Mew huffs indignantly. Then she tilts her head thoughtfully,
suddenly small, plump orbs of flesh push out on her chest. She lifts off my lap and pushes her little
'breasts' up with her paws. She looks up from her new assets and gives me an incredulous look,
"Really?"
This time I'm the one who is speechless. But only for a moment, and then I bust out laughing. Deep,
rolling belly laughs, the kind that leaves your sides hurting.
"Well, no." I finally reply after I can speak again, "Not on you. They look great on her though."
"Bah! You can't improve on the original recipe!" Mew scoffs crossing her arms under her breasts. After a
moment she shakes her little fist at me, "Boobies are not an improvement!"
I chuckle and lay back down with my arms crossed behind my head. "It's just icing on a cake Mew."
Mew giggles and lies down on my chest, "I'm sure you'd like to ice that cake."
"Yeah, I would." I admit with a smile, "But as I said, she's twice taken already and her feraligatr has
threatened to eat me if I make her cry. So, I may just have to keep waiting for the right girl to show up."
Mew reaches up to pat my cheek before laying her head on my chest, "You'll find somebody. She won't
be near as good as me of course, but you will find somebody."
I chuckle and run my hand over Mew's back once before sighing, "Yeah. Good night Mew."
"Good night Danny." Mew replies with a yawn. "And your hair looks ridiculous."
I smile and yawn myself, "Yep. Completely... ridiculous..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter End Notes:^3^ This was a fun chapter, and even more zaniness to come. It involves a female blaziken and Danny
being an idiot. I could have kept going and combined the two chapters, but decided this was a nice
stopping place for the chapter.
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