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_ *Heheh... sorry this took so long to edit. Oops. Well hey, bright side: got another chapter done! * _

Oh, and from now on it will be beta-read by IcyNirvana aka (Wulfy) over at FanFiction.net

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Chapter 2: Summer Days

The rays of the morning sun shined through the window onto Sara's face, eventually waking her up. She stretched her limbs out and loudly yawed, lazily moving her arms to the right of the bed looking for Lewis. Quickly, Sara got up seeing that he wasn't in bed- and after scanning the room with her half shut eyes, she clumsily got off the bed. It took a few slow seconds for her to realize the door was slightly open, the light from the hall way creeping though the door. Upon walking out she could smell fresh toast and something bitter. Rubbing her eyes, Sara approached the kitchen and saw Lewis sitting at the table, drinking something and eating toast while reading a book. She calmly walked over and took a seat across from him.

"Good morning, beautiful. Have some coffee, it helps." Lewis recommended, putting a cup of coffee in front of her- seeing how sleepy she still was.

She looked at it and tilted her head; she never had coffee before. Sara hesitated for a bit before grabbing the cup with her two nimble hands and slowly sipped from it. Her eyes widened as the black liquid poured into her mouth; it was sweet with a hint of biter to it. Her sips became into gulps as she drank the entire cup. "Thanks, that was really good!" Sara gave Lewis a warm smiling while holding the cup close to her chest. She blankly looked down still trying to understand what happened yesterday. Hell, she could barely understand what today was. Noticing that Lewis raised his brow at her, she shook her head and placed the cup down. "hehe~ Than-"

"Don't thank me right now, you still have to take a shower." Lewis interrupted her, with a foolish grin almost sounding like a mother.

She looked down and blushed; the fur between her legs plastered together. "Yeah, I guess you're right..." Sara timidly sat up and walking towards the bathroom. Shutting the door behind her, she got into the shower and turned on the water. Letting out a sigh of relief, she poured some soap on her body and started spreading it- the feeling of taking off all the sweat and leftovers from last night was one she would always appreciate.

Meanwhile, Lewis sat with his book, silently waiting for Sara to come back. He was deep in thought reading his book, but not about the book. For a Zoroark, her personality really doesn't match. she's timid, shy, and very seductive at times. I thought they would be more... smug and confident, maybe aggressive... Wait, why am I worried about her personality?! I need to tell her to be with my brother! I don't want to hurt her feelings but I shouldn't have been so selfish. _Lewis lost his line of thought when he heard the door of the bathroom open. Leaning back on his chair, he looked into the hallway as hot steam flowed out the door as the beautiful Pokémon walked out- her hips swaying back and forth; _check on the seductive part. Sara sat back down- and feeling something was wrong she innocently asked: "Hey, what's the matter?"

Lewis slowly put down the book and gave out a long sight while preparing for what might happen. "I have to talk to you, it's about my brother. He's been having a hard time coping with our parent's deaths, so I... need you to be by his side. Pretty much what I'm saying is that I need you to date him; he needs a real companion." He cringed at the chance she might claw his face off- but instead she let out a soft giggled while Lewis looked up a bit confused.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I actually respect you for that, not many people would give up their happiness for someone else's well-being. Anyways, he sounds like a good person, and I just wanted to satisfy my heat yesterday... Now, in trade I want some answers from you." She said, moving in closer.

"Okay." Lewis casually said, walking to the sink and pouring himself some water. "Come over here then." He knew exactly what she was going to ask.

The dark type went over to him and leaned on a wall. "First, how did you do what you did last night, second, how do you understand me, third, why are your eyes like that, and what the heck, why are you so amazing at the piano?" Sara listed all her questions.

"Fine. For your first question, I might have some powers over matter and the basic elements; that's how I got the explosives in the first place. I can create thing from nothing, and I can shoot fire, ice, and electricity, Plus I can control water and other cool but useless things." Lewis demonstrated to her some of his powers on the cup of water he held. "I've understood Pokémon language ever since I could remember, same applies to Chris. Now my eyes I don't know, they've been like that since I was born. The piano is because Chris and I have the ability to learn anything on the spot, so there is nothing we can't learn. Though, I thought he would have my powers too, but up till now all he got is the looks and the mind... Any other questions?" He gave a self-satisfied grin as he pulled the water out of the glass and into his hand as a ball of water.

"Yes one more, how did you see through my illusion last night?" Sara grabbed the cup from Lewis's hand and swiped up the water ball.

"That's a new power I discovered this week- again, another useless power that I will probably never use." Lewis played around with Sara as he froze the cup of water in Sara's hand.

Inspecting the glass, Sara had an attentive look as the water turned solid, "That's interesting..." Placing the cup down she realized she had to be somewhere important- an important place for an important date. "I'll be back when I come back, see you." Sara quickly walked out the front door while waving bye.

"Okay..." Lewis briefly stared at her plump butt out of the corner of his eyes as she closed the door. "Oh hey, wait I have to... and she's gone. Eh, I'll do it later then." Going back to the table, Lewis rested his head in his arms. _She'll be a great help, and, honestly, I like her. Ugh... I still have chills from last night... I'd hope no one would ask me what I am. I know she doesn't know what those words mean to me, but they're still haunting to hear. _He wandered into his memories of the past, back to his former self.

Long time ago, late at night...

It was a hard day for everyone, even more to Lewis. It was the day after his most recent mission; witch was a success/failure for the agency. He could feel the hate in the air as he walked along the halls. He turned the corner and ran into a woman. Instantly recognizing him, she told him dryly to go to the vice-minister as she pushed him out of the way. Lewis looked back at her and started walking; he'd accepted that this is how most people would treat him after today. It took him a couple of minutes to find his way through the maze to the door of the vice-minister. Lewis stood at the metal door preparing himself, he took a deep breath and opened the door to the muggy office that smelled of liquor. He stood at the doorway, the vice of his squad, Vincent, stood up and narrowed his eyes on Lewis. "WHAT FUCK HAPPENED BACK THERE, TELL ME!? DID YOU THINK IT WAS WORTH IT!" Vincent screamed at Lewis, slamming his hands on the table- spilling his cup of Fireball.

"The coms where down, I couldn't confirmation! I did what needed to be done, if I didn't stop him we would've spent another 3.5 million looking for that guy, and he would also have time to use the chemical weapons! It wasn't easy for me to make such a decision!" Lewis fired back at Vincent, smelling the alcohol in his breath.

"At least we would wouldn't have casualties! Underhand tactics, NOT a killing in the middle of a crowded market! What is wrong with you... Tell me, what are you- are you a killer that only cares for your own personal interests, or are you a warrior that fights to protect the life's of others, isn't that why you joined? RIGHT!" Vincent yelled in Lewis's face, getting closer to him.

"I owe you no answer, I did what was right!" Lewis pushing Vincent back to the desk.

"At least I know why you change your name." Vincent's cold words resonated through the room.

"Don't you fucking DARE bringing that up!" Lewis turned around and walked out, slamming the door behind closed.

As he walked down the hall he could hear Vincent screaming from his office. "ANSWER ME, WHAT ARE YOU!"

Flashback ends.

"...they never knew the full story~" Lewis whispers to himself. He could never answer that question with a definite yes or no, but now it's part of the past and never to be brought back. Lewis yawned and slowly dozed off too tired to think about things he couldn't answer. While Lewis was out cold on the table Chris had just woke up.

He looked over at the clock and wasn't surprised to see that he'd over slept, and by the smell of coffee he could guess that Lewis was awake. Chris got up and lazily waddled into hallway making his way to the kitchen. Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a mug and poured himself some luke-warm coffee then took a seat. Chris glanced over to his right where Lewis quietly rested. He would like to let his imagination fill in the plank space of last night, but he didn't need to guess to know what happened- he could hear it.

Chris was always neutral on the whole topic of Pokémon and human relationships; it was a very sensitive debate in their society, even though it wasn't illegal. For him it didn't matter if they were human or not, he only cared if they're loyal and loving, but most think otherwise. Politics is not one of his strong points anyway.

After Chris had a small debate with himself he looked over at Lewis, and without a doubt he was still asleep. He turned on the TV and flipped to the news, wondering if the events of last night were noticed by now; in seconds he got an answer. The local news was all over the docks- the story of the week. They were talking about how it happened, if there were suspects, and even about the balls. This day is gonna be great.

"We have breaking news, this morning detectives found that the explosion originated from a box containing hundreds of fake master balls. It is estimated that one box of these experimental balls is worth over a billion dollars. Now, they are still trying to figure out why this box was here, and why there was a second, smaller explosion near the entrance. At the moment we do not have many details or clues of who might have done this or why. We will keep you updated on this case throughout the day. Channel 9, local news... Thank you, Cayce. Next on-"

Chris turned off the TV and looked at Lewis; He wondered what his brother was planning with these attacks. Lewis would never do something that could draw this much attention to him, and he knows that the police would come looking for him_. Does he even have a plan if they show up at our door? No, Lewis always has a plan and he knows what he's doing._ Chris shook his head of those worries and drank the rest of the coffee; he trusted Lewis's life experience. Chris walked over from the kitchen to the small wooden deck overlooking their street. "Where is that Zoroark, I want to get to know her." Chris was worried that she was just there for the free food and sex.

Meanwhile_, _Lewis was left alone both in the room and in his mind. He was dreaming that he was in space, but it wasn't pleasant. His skin was inflamed and bubbling underneath, his hands were black with long claws, and he felt like he was dipped in acid as crystals forming on his skin. Then a blinding flash came from the infinite void engulfing him into its burning hot plasma.

Seconds later Lewis awoke gasping for air, sweating profusely. It felt like he just went through all of that in real life. He looked around, still not knowing where he was, but by the look it seemed like some sort of luxury condo with no windows. He walked into what appeared to be a kitchen- a very elegant one with a marble counter top, electric stove, mood lighting, and a wooden cutting board. Just then, he had a feeling that something was behind him, and not a happy kind of feeling.

Lewis slowly turned around and came face to face with something that made his stomach sink; a dog with inch long teeth and red eyes. The dark grey husky growled at him with a wicked smile and fur standing at attention. Lewis looked into its eyes, ready to be attacked... but it never did. Instead, it sat at attention and looked straight forward; as if it was waiting for a command. Lewis was shocked, then something shinny caught his eyes- a tag on a chain said Mr. Cuddles;huh, very sarcastic name for such a dog. He carefully walking behind the dog, and again there was something very strange about that dog. On its back was a massive gash going from the base of the neck to its lower back. Lewis could see something or somethings moving deep inside, but the opening was too small to figure out what was inside- and neither would he dare to try.

After that spine-chilling event he backed out of the kitchen and ran through the door. As Lewis shut the door behind him, he turned around to a raging thunderstorm. Scanning the area, he saw a man and a Lucario standing under a tree, the guy held a gun that he very was familiar with- an L96 It was unmistakable, but why? He turned around, looking for the door, but at that point he wasn't surprised that the door was gone. He aimlessly looked around for a way out, then a giant lightning bolt blinded him. Then silence.

Lewis opened his eyes. He was looking down a straight hall that had a concrete floor and metal walls, the place looked abandoned and smelled of rotten meat. He took one step forward before hearing light, stuttered, breathing behind him, and at that moment he was about to shit himself just because he knew what it was; the one thing he couldn't kill. He took a DEEP breath and turned around- and there it was standing with its red eyes moving frantically, independent from each other, cold gray skin, long arms and all. Lewis waked back a few steps before it placed one hand on his shoulder and looked at him with its ever wondering eyes. Lewis's heart skipped a beat, and he blacked out.

Seconds later Lewis awoke gasping for air, sweating profusely. It felt like he just went through all of that in real life; it felt like he just thought that. "What the hell just happened!?" He said with his face in his hands, wishing that his dream wasn't so blurry. He looked at the time; 3:40, then he looked at Chris chilling on the couch and noticed that Sara still wasn't there. "When is that girl gonna get back?" Lewis gradually got worried about Sara and her safety. "Well maybe I should stay out of her business..."

8 hours ago...

"I'll be back when I come back, see you." Sara closed the door. Thinking back onto what Lewis asked of her, Sara was relieved that he was the one asking her to stay instead of the other way around. She considered asking to stay with Lewis; since they knew each other more intimately, but his offer to date Chris was the best of both worlds- she would get to stay with them AND she would sleep with someone that didn't play it dangerous.

Taking a break from walking, Sara took a seat on a nearby bench and sighed at the idea of three more miles to go. Sara looked down at her reflection in a small water puddle; checking if her illusions were still convincing enough, and as always not one flaw. Her illusion of choice was a slim 18-year-old teen (even though that wasn't her age) with long black hair that had red highlights, tight skinny jeans, black leather boots, a dark blue open neck shirt, and a small leather jacket that matches her boots. She gathered her thoughts and started walking again, her destination was to the cliff of her home.

About an hour had passed as she walked down the countless trails and paths as a short cut through the woods. She made one last turn onto another trail and saw the light at the end. Stopping for a second she took a deep breath, remembering everything that happened, remembering the fire. Sara felt the shadows of the trees close in around her as her legs became weak and breaths shallow. She was about to turn back and run home, but she couldn't... she was determent to do this, she owed this to her mother and father... to be here on her birthday. "First time back... C'mon, keep it together."

Sara walked out of the forest into the old abandoned ruins of a failed mall. 3 years have passed since her parents died, and two years since this place was built. Now it stands in ruins, all because of an infectious outbreak from what she heard. It was an unknown virus of sorts that caused the mall to be closed off, and to add to that, there was a strong storm that furthered the destruction of the mall. No one really discovered what it was, but the CDC got rid of it very fast before anything else happened- yet she was still suspicious of trant; the organization that funded the mall. The more she thought about that corrupt organization the madder she got, they've destroyed her home, hurt innocent people and now they were trying to scam people for easy money.

Forgetting her anger for a bit, Sara looked at some torn up mannequins as she made her way through the broken glass and water puddles. She stepped out into a small field; in the distance there was a grand tree, and at that moment Sara knew she was home. She looked at the grass under her feet, felt the cool wind on her face, and looked back at the tree. Step by step she forced herself to go to the tree, the memories flashing inside of her head, and then the world went blank as she touched the tree. She fell to her knees unraveling herself from her illusion, she couldn't explain what she felt; so warm, comforting, but at the same time sad. She laid on the grass and rested her head on the tree, she put her hands over her face, wanting the world to disappear as tears ran down her face.

After a few minutes she stopped crying and just sat there looking at the sky, hearing the wave's crash down over the cliff. She let out a sight, remembering how her mom and her use to play together, how they used eat berries that they'd picked from that same tree; they did all day till the sunset. Those were better day... Sara took a deep breath as she got up. Carefully, she walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down to the waves below, chills went down her spine as the memory of what happened came back to her.

2 years ago

Her dad had died fighting off the flamethrowers that surrounded her small forest, and she now was in her mother's arm as she was carried through the burning woods. She dug her head into her mother's chest, the screams of agony filled the young Zorua's ears. Burning trees fell all around as her mom jumped and dogged them, the ashes burning the mother's mane. Her mom ran all the way to the cliffs as the fire approached closer from every direction. As a last resort her mother ran off the edge as a tree fell behind them. Sara's mom held her close and curled up, trading her life for her daughter's. "I guess this is goodbye..." She whispered to the Zorua. Sara gripped her mom tight, then blackout when they hit the water. The last thing she could remember was her mom dragging her to shore. Sometime after, Sara opened her eyes and weakly pulled herself up, she saw her mom lying on the sand in front of her, blood coming out of her mother's mouth. Sara ran to her mother and rested her head on her mother's chest.

"Mommy! Please get up, please!" She cried into her mom's fur, trying to push her mother with her head. She sat there weeping, waiting for a response, for anything. "Come on, please I want you here with me!" Her mom's breaths becoming lighter, and heart becoming less audible. "Say something, please! Come on, say something... Say... something." She whispered into her mom's fur.

Her mom put a hand on her head. "Don't cry... You're strong. S-Sara... take this..." She spoke weakly; handing her a golden ring, then exhaled slowly going limp. Sara put her head over her mom's heart, but nothing could be heard. By then she knew her mom was gone, but she just couldn't accept it. She looked down at her mom in disbelief and shock, then a cold sensation ran through her body as a realization came to her... she was alone in this world. That moment was indescribable, the soft glow of the fire from above, the smell of salt, blood, and burnt wood as the morning sun was still rising made it hard to comprehend the emptiness Sara felt. She laid back and stared out at the vast sea, the hollow, empty feeling of true loneliness washed over her as she watched the sun rise.

Present day

Sara walked away from the cliff to the tree, and started weeping into her arms, feeling too weak to cry. Out of all that one thing made her the saddest, her parents never got to see their child grow up, become independent, find someone to love, and maybe even a family... what every parent want. When she was young, disaster seemed so distant, as if it only existed in a faraway place. But that was only an illusion that she lived in, and now it's over, so here she stands in the aftermath.

"It's dangerous to go alone." someone said behind her, putting a hand on her shoulder. Sara took her head out of her arms and looked up- somehow Chris had found her. "I was so worried; you've been gone for hours now." Chris said, wiping the tears off from under her tear-stung eyes.

She hugged him in a tight embrace. "How? No one has been here in years." She was so happy that there were still some people that cared about her.

"I ask Lewis where you were, but he said that he'd rather stay out of your business, so I had to really annoy him to get an answer." Chris chuckled, hugging her back.

"But how did he know I would be here." Sara pulled away from the hug and took a seat near the tree as Chris took a seat next to her.

"Lewis always knows something that we don't, that's why I never question him." They both admiring the sunset, "And I think that being alone in this world is a horrible thing, even more when you're suffering."

"Thanks for being here for me, I needed that..." Sara laid her head on Chris's lap, as he gently stroked her hair.

Looking down, Chris noticed that the normally blue ring on her hair was gold. "Hey, umm... why is that ring gold."

Sara sat up and grabbed the end of her long mane. "You mean this; it was a gift from my mother. Before she died she gave me this, so I carried it around until I evolved." She turned it to reveal her name engraved into it. "My dad said that he would put it on me when I evolved, but they never did... they never could." Sara closed her eye to hold back tears, putting her head down. Chris put a finger under her chin and lifted her head up. They both looked into each other's eyes, and as the orange sun fell into the ocean. Sara wrapped her arms around his neck, and locked lips with him.

Chris was surprised but welcomed her loving embrace as he reached behind her, pulling her closer. Sara broke the kiss, leaving them gasping. They both giggled as a blush crept onto Chris's face.

For the rest of the evening they watched the sunset as she sat in his arms. Once it got dark they got up and started walking back home; this time Sara didn't care about hiding herself with an illusion. She finally realized that they were her second chance, and not everything was lost for her- as if Arceus had given her hope for a better tomorrow, even if that meant she had to give up something in trade.

"Hey, do you want some cake when we get home." Chris joyfully joked with her as a light shined down on them from a light post.

"It better not be a lie." Sara joyously smiled and hugged him from the back.

I'll see you in the next chapter. (Said in a British accent) cuz the turtles is drunk right now...