“Sasatokinasai*!!” I woke up to this shout as I jumped from my bed in surprise. I was still sleepy but I checked the clock. It was a Saturday, 8AM. “It’s Saturday. What’s your problem!?” I groaned. My eyes were droopy but I managed to catch a glimpse of who was bugging me. Apparently, it was Mashiro. “Get up!” she shouted, pulling the bed sheet out from under me, causing me to fall on my butt. “Ouch!”

“It’s time for your training!” she ordered me, pulling my shirt from behind my neck, dragging me across the floor. “What training?! Nooooooooooo!” I screamed before we left the bedroom.

A few minutes later, I was jogging alongside the seashore (I forgot to mention that my house was near the sea!) while some kind of fluffy animals followed me around. If I stopped, they would burn me with some kind of flame breath. IT WAS PURE TORTURE! It was already bad enough that I had to run but it’s even worse that I have to be burned to death. After many laps and hours running, I finally collapsed upon my front door. “Mashiro, are you sure I am Yachimata’s descendant?” I panted, gulping large breaths of air. She towered over me and replied prudently, “Absolutely! Definitely!” I just let out a pathetic sigh as a sign of defeat. She then walked off, apparently heading towards the kitchen

I struggled to stand up on my feet but I realized I have little strength to be able to do so. I felt that this task required godly stamina. “Mashiro, I’ll get you for this someday.” I managed to swear under my breath. I was already thinking of an appropriate revenge act when I got the chance.

Just then, Nue approached me from behind the open door. She looked at me curiously and asked, “What are you doing there?” I just let out a weak laugh. Then she moved aside the door, allowing me to painfully crawl myself into the living room. Every single inch was painful and lifting myself up to sit in the sofa was even more so. Suddenly, out of the blue, Mashiro asked me, from the kitchen. “By the way, what is your name?”

Actually, at that moment, I decided to conceal my hidden identity. “My name’s ….” I was broke off in mid-sentence as I felt an itch on the top of my left hand. Then suddenly, the itch turned into gut-wrenching pain. I groaned in pain, as I clasped my left hand and I fell on my knees. I felt like my hand was being branded with a red hot iron stick. After minutes of grueling pain, the pain subsided, leaving me tired and out of breath. I looked at my hand and my eyes widened in shock. “Can it be?!”

I thought my eyes were playing a trick on me when I saw the inscription on my hand. “It shouldn’t be possible…” I muttered, recognizing the weird inscription. “What is this?” asked Nue, caressing the top of my hand. “Somehow, it came from something I watched in the past.” I weakly stood up on my knees and ran into my bedroom. But another surprise awaited me inside. When I stepped in, I noticed several plushies on my bed. “Odd. I don’t remember buying any plushies.” I went closer to several of them and realized that they were no ordinary plushies but plushies of Pokémon. “Oh my god!” I yelled in glee and shock. On top of my bed were not just ordinary Pokémon but Legendary Pokémon as well. In my younger days, I used to be addicted to them but now, the trend has withered a little in my heart.

I approached them and examined each and every one of them. “Wow. They’re real good duplicates, I might say so.” I chuckled before holding the Arceus plushie in my hand. It felt warm, something a plushie shouldn’t be. I pressed my cheek against its chest and was surprised to sense a heartbeat. “Weird. I just swore this plushie had a heart.” Then I looked at its rear and was shocked to see that it was female. (You know what I mean.) Then I got an idea. I wore an angry face and mockingly shouted, “I know you’re alive! Stop acting!” I looked like an idiot in that form.  Nothing in the room stirred so I really started to get irritated. “Don’t make me violate you all!” I heard some small, inaudible gasps as I swore the threat.

Only a few surrendered themselves, namely Rayquaza, Dialga, Palkia, Mewtwo and Mew. The others just still pretended to act like a statue. Standing true to my word, I segregated them into their respective genders and brought the males towards the bathroom. From there, I locked the door, the lock making an obvious ‘click’ sound. (I dare not mention the punishment as I won’t like to think about it again.) Several screams of horror came from the bathroom while a maniacal laugh came in conjunction with it.

A few minutes later, I brought the male Legendaries from the bathroom. They were all in a daze and coincidently, they were all wet. I had an evil smile when I was through with them. “Now, should I do the same for you?” I asked the female Legendaries but to my joy, they shook their heads at me, fearful of what I may do to them. “Now, with all the pretenses gone, it’s time for formal introductions.” Arceus called out, her voice surprised me as she resembled someone very close to me. “No need for me to know your names, as I already know every single one of you.” I replied proudly and boldly, earning myself some gasps of admiration. “Can we at least know your name?” asked Latias, smiling. “My name’s…” I was broken off again mid-sentence when the door bell rang. “God**** it!” I growled angrily. I then said, “Go do anything you want here as long as each of you doesn’t break anything.”

My room was something that could be worth of envy and jealousy. I had a large four-poster bed, complete with 4 silk pillows and linen bed sheets. It had a bathroom, complete with porcelain bath tub and Jacuzzi with built-in water heater. It also oversees the wide, azure sea with a large balcony, capable of holding at least 5 people comfortably. In front of my bed was a large plasma TV, with surround sound. On a table, near the door, was my laptop. It was top-class, which I bought since college. I managed to upgrade the specifications so that it would be better used. I have all my documents and even everything I typed since grade school, all the stories, songs and other literary works. All the gaming consoles were placed in perfect order in the cupboard below the television. My room also has a mini refrigerator, allowing me a midnight snack if I want to.

I exited my room then went downstairs towards the front door. When I got there, Mashiro was talking to some visitors, which I deduced would be about 5-8 people. “I’ll take over from here.” I whispered in her ear, accidentally scratching and grazing it when I was about to pat her head. She let out a small ‘eep’ of surprise. She looked at me, her face a bit flushed and her eyes seemed to portray lust, and great bits of it. I then remembered something I read in a book. It said that you must not scratch the ears of cats, dogs and foxes because it makes them promiscuous to whoever did that. “Mashiro, now’s not the time.” I groaned, holding out my two hands to stop her. “I’ll relieve you later, okay?”

Then I heard a yell, practically almost blowing my eardrums to pieces. Before I knew it, I was jumped by a girl with pink hair. She was wearing a black robe and under it was a white shirt and a black skirt paired with black stockings and shoes. My mouth went agape as my brain failed to arrange the events and the stimuli affecting me. “But you’re…”