FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Author's Note)

"Human Speech"

'Telepathy between characters'

-Computer Writing, or on Screen Text-

{Pokemon Speech}

example: "Ni nine tai tails ninetails ine?" is what a human would hear.

{What do you mean you can't understand me?} is what other Pokemon, and certain humans would hear.

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Chapter 7:

"C-come on Jay, w-we can work this out." A man sitting behind his desk, dressed in a suit and tie, was saying. The room had a cabinet that was filled with expensive wines, brandies, and champagnes. The brown-headed politico had a sliver of blood running from his nose, and blood covering the crux of his right elbow.

Jayden was standing on the other side of the desk, black overcoat hanging down to his ankles. A ski-mask was bunched up on-top of his head. His blue eyes seemed to be burning with the rage behind them. "We're past 'working this out'," Jayden said in a deadly calm tone.

"No-now, there's no need to be hasty!" The man was nervous and sweating bullets. "How was I to know what he was going to do!" The man tried a nervous chuckle, but stopped when Jayden scowled. Swallowing deeply, the politico let out a nervous swallow, audible in the eerie silence of the room.

Jayden reached into his coat, never taking his eyes off of the man sitting at the desk. The polotician's eyes went wide when he saw what Jayden pulled out. Jayden's face never showed emotion as he leveled the Colt .45, a silencer on the end, to the man.

"Jay! Come on!" The man was starting to get really nervous now. "Remember Baghdad? I saved your life there." The politico cowered in his chair, trying to make himself as small as possible.

"That you did." Jayden said, never taking the gun off of the politico's head. "But," he thumbed the hammer, pulling it back with an ominous click, "that debt was paid in Istanbul, in case you forgot."

The man's eyes grew wide as he stuttered for a thought of how to save himself. Than an idea hit him, "Jerusalem! You never paid me back for that!"

Jayden's eyes narrowed, the grip on his gun tightening. "I guess your right. But does it matter?" With that, Jayden squeezed the trigger, even as the politico shouted......

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(36 hours earlier)

The clattering of wheels on the tracks echoed throughout the subway car. The occasional bump made Jayden and the other passengers sway slightly, almost trying to lull them into a sense of comfort. Jayden had his duffle-bag sitting next to him, the backpack on his other side, and the Aura's satchel slung over his shoulder and sitting on his lap.

He looked out the grimy subway window, watching as the train traveled through the dark subway tunnel. Sighing, he lifted his head away from the window, and started studying the other passengers on the train.

There were six people on the train, other than Jayden. Only two of them had Pokemon out, but Jayden saw that most of them had Pokeballs. Fixing his gaze on the two that had their Pokemon out, Jayden studied them intently.

The one was a woman, around 30 years old. She was dressed in a casual tee and jeans. It was obvious she was a trainer, judging by the fairly large backpack she had laying next to her. Her Pokemon was a Typhlosion, sitting calmly with his arms crossed. His and Jayden's gaze met for a brief moment. Then the Typhlosion gave an amused huff, and leaned his head back against the window, closing his eyes.

Jayden slightly shook his head, closing his eyes. Opening them, his gaze traveled over the other passengers. Slowly, his gaze came to rest on the other person that had a Pokemon out.

The other was a man that looked like he was starting to get down on his luck. His hair was disheveled and his brown coat was covered in stains. He was holding something in both of his hands. In his left, there was a brown-paper bag, with the top of a bottle sticking out. He'd take the occasional swig, staring at a picture he had in his right. Every-time he did so, his Mightyena gave a small whine and nuzzled her master's leg.

Jayden's eyes flicked away. He'd seen the picture that the man held, and knew what kind of tears those were. That man had also suffered. Unlike Jayden though, the man would never have the chance to hold his little girl again. Jayden's eyes squeezed shut as he fought the wave of emotions that rolled through him.

When he opened his eyes again, Jayden did not look at the man with the Mightyena again. Instead, he focused on the other four passengers.

Two of them were what looked to be a mother and son. The kid was watching the Typhlosion eagerly, bouncing in his seat a little. He poked his mother a couple of times, until she set down her book and asked him what the matter was. The kid pointed at the Typhlosion, begging her to let him pet it. The mother looked at the Typhlosion, then back to her son. With a stern shake of her finger, "only if his trainer allows it."

The kid gave a small "yes," accompanied by a fist-pump. He jumped off his seat, and ran over to the trainer and Typhlosion. "Miss?" he said, only a little apprehension in his voice.

She looked up from the book she had, looking at the kid. "Yeah?"

The kid gave a quick swallow, and took a deep breath. "Can I pet your Typhlosion?" He gave his most confident smile, but Jayden could hear the slight apprehension in his voice.

"Huh," she made a show of looking him up and down. Rolling her head to look at her Typhlosion, "What dya think Sin? You up for a good scratching?"

The Typhlosion lazily lifted his head, also making a show of looking the kid over. Giving a smile that showed his fangs, he shrugged his shoulders. Leaning over, the Typhlosion lowered his head to the kid's hand. The child's eyes went wide and he gave a small cheer.

Jayden raised his head to watch openly. He gave a sad smile as he watched the kid scratch the Typhlosion. The Typhlosion's trainer started laughing when the kid hit a sweet spot right behind the Eruption Pokemon's ear, making the oversized rodent fall to his side and start kicking his legs. The trainer joined in, rubbing the Pokemon's chest and stomach, making the Typhlosion break out into a laugh.

All the time, the subway train continued its rumbling track. After a few minutes of laugher, the trainer finally decided that the Typhlosion had, had enough enjoyment for the day. The train squealed as it slowed down. Jayden looked out the window, watching as the station platform came into view.

The kid and his mother gathered up their items, walking out of the train. Jayden could hear the kid talking excitedly to his mom about getting a Pokemon. The mother was laughing, saying "One day, when you're older." The kid let out a groan, instead talking about how cool it was to pet a Typhlosion. Until the closing doors blocked them off from sight.

With a lurch, the train started down the tracks. Jayden looked over the passengers on the train again. The trainer and the down-on-his-luck man were both still, as were two unsavory looking men.

Jayden started watching them, a sense of foreboding coming over him. The two continued to whisper to each other, pointing at the trainer and man. Once the train was in full motion they stood up, stalking over to Jayden. "I said 'you got a problem man?'" One of them said, inner city accent thick in his voice.

Jayden looked up at him, shaking his head. "I don't have a problem. Nor am I looking for some." Jayden looked away, becoming interested in the passing walls.

The two glanced at each other. The one nodded, licking his lips, and the other gave a laugh, pulling out a switchblade. He clicked the blade open, and gave the blade a lick. "Well, trouble found you today." The trainer and her Typhlosion tensed, but Jayden gave them a look that the two thugs didn't see. "Now be a good boy, and give us those bags of yours."

Jayden looked at the two, not fazed at all by the knife the one had. What he was concerned about was the pistol the other had tucked into his waist. He'd have to do this right if he didn't want to add another injury to his list. "I'd recommend you put that away before you cut yourself."

"Aw, hell no!" the one with the knife said, pointing it at Jayden. "You did not just threaten me?!"

They'd obviously underestimated who they were dealing with. As soon as the knife came close, Jayden snapped his hand up, catching the man's wrist and the switchblade flew into the air. The next few moments seemed to move in slow motion for Jayden.

His left leg shot out, hitting the man with the gun at his waist in the knee, making him fall over. Slipping off of the bench, Jayden swiped his leg around to take out the other gangster's legs. Jumping up, Jayden caught the switchblade while it was in a mid-air spin and threw it at the gunman. The man cried out as the blade buried into his shoulder.

Jayden than brought an elbow down on the one who'd had the knife knocked from his hand. Jayden could feel the crack of the man's ribs as they broke under the force of his attack. Dashing his pointed hand against the man's throat put him out of the fight. Standing up, time resumed its normal pace.

Than he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. Turning around, he saw the other gangster standing there, revolver in hand and pointing it at Jayden.

Instinct took over for Jayden at that moment. Before he'd been fighting to make sure they didn't hurt themselves to bad. Now he was fighting for his life.

His hands burned with power as he jumped at the gangster, little more than a blur. He hit the thug in the sternum, and spinning him around, he ripped the switchblade out of the gunman's shoulder. Snapping the gangster's leg from behind, Jayden slammed him into the floor, hard.

The gun clattered away, skidding along the floor of the subway car. As the gangster's head slammed against the floor, Jayden brought the knife to his throat. He stopped himself from finishing it though. Instead, he just held him there, the knife pressed against the gangster's throat.

The gangster looked in terror at the blue flame within Jayden's eyes. "What the hell are you?!" The gangster had never been so scared in his life before.

Jayden leaned in close, until he was just inches from the gangster's face. "The guy who spared your life." He stood up suddenly, tossing the blade to the side. Jayden looked at the other man, who was still gasping for breath.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around at the other two passengers. The woman and her Typhlosion were staring at Jayden, the trainer with fear and the Typhlosion with interest. The other man had never even looked up, although his Mightyena had taken a pose to defend him once the fighting had started.

Jayden ignored them, walking over to the revolver that still lay on the ground. He picked it up, clicking the chamber open. Pressing the ejection button, he dropped the six rounds into his hand. Pocketing the rounds, he walked back over to the two gangsters and dropped the gun next to them.

The brakes on the train started squealing as the brakes kicked in. Jayden thumbed the strap of the satchel, slipping on the backpack and throwing the duffle bag over his left shoulder. He walked to the doorway, waiting for them to open.

Glancing over his shoulder at the trainer and her Typhlosion, he watched as the girl tried to process what just happened. The Typhlosion just shook his head, and walked up to Jayden, ignoring his trainers call.

He stood behind Jayden, clearing his throat. Reluctantly, Jayden turned to face the Eruption Pokemon. The large fire-rodent smiled at him. {Never seen a human move like that before.} He crossed his arms as he stared Jayden down. {Where'd you learn moves like that?}

Jayden tried to act like he couldn't understand the Typhlosion, but the slight turn of his head gave away to that he could. The Typhlosion pressed his advantage. {I know you can understand me.} Jayden gave a silent prayer for the doors to open. {So where'd you get skills like that,} he gestured to the two gangsters laying on the ground.

The doors opened, and Jayden moved to step out. The Typholsion followed him out, his trainer hot on his heels. {We're getting off at this station anyways.} He stepped in front of Jayden, cutting him off, {and I'm not letting you go so easily.} The fire type gave a smug grin, standing there with his arms crossed.

"Sin! What the hell's the matter with you?" The female trainer ran up, catching the Typhlosion by the ear. She looked at Jayden once the Eruption Pokemon was in a head lock. "I am so sorry. I don't know what got into him."

Jayden gave a dismissive wave, "It's fine. I seem to have that reaction on Pokemon." He gave a tip of his head, bringing a couple of fingers to his forehead in a semblance of a salute. "If you'll excuse me."

As Jayden walked around the two, the Typhlosion started struggling. His trainer leaned in close to him, whispering something to him. Whatever she said made him stop immediately, a look of shock and apprehension on his face.

Seeing a sign for the restrooms, Jayden walked down the dimly light subway terminal. The train's wheels gave a screech as they started moving down the track. Soon the sound of the subway car faded down the tunnel, leaving only an echo passing over the station.

Jayden walked into the restroom, the lights leaving a strange blue hue on everything. After checking the the stalls were empty, Jayden locked the bathroom door. Setting his bags down, he opened up the baby-changing station. He peeled off his shirt, wincing as the fabric tugged at the bandages.

He set his shirt on the station, and looked at the mirror that was over the sinks. "Damnit," he muttered when he saw a red spot on the bandages. Reaching into the duffle-bag, he pulled out some fresh wrappings and a bag of powder. Bending down on one knee, he pulled his knife out of his boot.

Ever-so-carefully, he lightly tugged at the wrappings. He winced as the dried blood pulled against the wound, threatening to rip it open. Slipping the knife under the bandages, he slowly cut them. The blade passed through the wrappings without pause, and they fell to the ground.

Moving his shirt, he set the pile of bandages on the counter. Jadyen did not even feel the cool air of the underground against his now bear chest. Slipping off his belt, he folded it and lightly bit down on it. Sitting down on the sink's edge, he opened the package of dark-green powder.

He bit down hard on his belt, inhaling sharply, and poured the powder over the first gunshot wound. He made no sound, but was breathing heavy. Then he poured it over the second wound. Jayden's eyes went wide and he bit down hard on his belt, so much that his jaw started hurting.

The pain passed after what seemed like an eternity. He slowly let the belt drop from his mouth, panting hard and wincing from the residual pain. With that, Jayden stood up and walked to the bandages. He wrapped the new layer around himself, until the role was gone. Taking some of the residual powder, he smeared it against the edge of the bandage.

The cloth crackled, soon solidifying and making a seal. Jayden tested the seal to make sure it wouldn't come undone. Giving a sigh, Jayden slipped his belt back on. He donned his shirt again, not wincing this time as the powder's numbing properties took effect.

Now Jayden had his full range of motion back. He bent down, the blade of his knife facing to the ground, and slipped it back into his boot. Standing up, he took the bloody bandages and threw them into the trash, followed soon after by the six rounds from the revolver. Going back to his duffle-bag, he pulled out a small vial and some matches. He clicked the cap open on the vial, and tilted it so that three drops of the silvery liquid within came out.

Jayden snapped the lid shut, and took out one of the wooden matches. Taking a paper towel, he lit the match and held the flame until the paper had taken flame. He dropped it into the canister, and a brief but fierce blue-white flame burst out. It died not a second later, not burning for long enough to even leave a wisp of smoke.

Jayden looked around the empty restroom, making sure there wasn't anything he'd forgotten. Nodding to himself, he picked up Aura's satchel. As he did so, something fell out with a quiet tink against the tile floor. Jayden looked down, slipping the strap over his head, and letting the bag hang by his side.

On the ground lay a silver locket, a chain around it as it lay there. Jayden tilted his head, and picked it up, holding it in the palm of his hand. Curious, he clicked the button on the top of the locket to open it. The mechanism released the lid, and it swung open to reveal a picture.

In it was a picture Jayden had thought lost. He fell against the wall, using it to keep himself upright. There he was, a big smile on his face, and dressed in jungle camo. Sitting on his shoulders was a Riolu, laughing as she sat on his shoulders.

Jayden felt a tear run down his cheek as he looked at the picture. Then he saw the writing on the inside of the lid of the locket. "One and together, forever" Jayden said, quietly reading it. He reverently closed the lid, and held the locket to his lips.

He slipped the chain around his hand, and draped it over his head. He felt as the chain settled against his neck, the slight tug of gravity against the locket. With renewed vigor, Jayden threw the backpack over his shoulder's and draped the duffle-bag over his left shoulder.

With this, he unlocked the door to the restroom. Opening the door, he stepped out and back onto the platform. Ducking his head down a touch, he made his way up the stairs and back onto the main streets of New York City.

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The warm blanket covering her was the first thing she felt. Drearily, Aura cracked open her eyes, noticing that the pain in her sides was gone.

Slowly sitting up, her keen nose noticed the smell of two other Pokemon in the room. Sitting upright on the couch, she used her aura-sight to find them. She saw that Mightyena from before, but now also noticed the Houndoom laying next to him on the couch across from her. The two were curled around each other, both sleeping soundly and deeply.

As carefully as she could, Aura slipped off the couch. Using the tips of her padded paws, she made her way to the front door of the cabin. Just as she reached the front door though, she heard the click of a light being turned on. Spinning around, she readied an aura-sphere, giving a slight growl.

Sitting in a chair, the Irishman watched her with curiosity. On the small table next to the chair rested the lamp, which did not illuminate his face, a glass bottle, and a semi-auto pistol. His one hand was on his lap, the other slowly running the length of the bottle.

Aura could see his chest rising and falling with each breath, but his emotions seemed blocked from her Aura-sight. Growling again, she enlarged the azure sphere in her hands to the size of a softball. The Irishman just sat there, bringing the bottle to his lips and tipped it back, the last bits of liquid going down his throat.

He exhaled as he brought it from his lips, and set it down with a soft tink as the glass made contact with the wood of the stand. Looking at Aura, the man spoke softly. "You can leave if ya want. I took the collar off ya." Aura's hands shot up, feeling that the Irishman spoke the truth. "You'll die out there though," he leaned forward a touch, enough to allow the light to illuminate his face. "A storm rolled in an hour ago, and she won't be blowing over till at least tomorrow night."

He stood up slowly, not making any sudden moves. Aura watched him closely, the attack still powered in between her hands. He looked into the living room, where the two couches were. Aura saw him smile as he gazed upon the two canine Pokemon laying together on the second couch. He spoke softly to Aura, "No need to be loud. I'd hate to see ya die for a lost cause though." He turned around slightly to look at her. "My contract was to make sure you were taken safely away from him, and to leave you alive."

Aura could have sworn that she heard regret in his voice as he continued. She watched as the Irishman shook his head, picking up a picture from another small stand. He gave a wry chuckle, and gave a light toss to Aura "Catch."

Aura was slightly taken aback at his behavior, catching the picture while allowing the Aura-sphere to dissipate. Keeping one eye on the Irishman, she glanced down at the picture. When she saw it, she gave a small gasp. In the picture was the Irishman standing, arm draped over the man next to him. The other man in the picture was Jayden, smiling with his arm around the Irishman's shoulder.

Aura looked at him, shock in her eyes. Her lips quivered with rage, sadness, disbelief. "Why?" was all she could manage, the picture hanging limply in her hands. "You knew each other."

The Irishman gave a sad, slow nod. "Once. He and I were close. We traveled the world together, we did." He walked over to the two canine's, lightly rubbing the Mightyena's ears. The dog lifted his head slightly, giving a pleased rumble deep in his throat. "Then I sold out. Became a professional hit-man to the highest bidder."

He moved into the kitchen, Aura cautiously following him. The Irishman opened the fridge, and pulled out a brown beer bottle. Twisting the cap in his hand, Aura could hear the seal release. He took a sip of the alcoholic drink, setting it down on the wooden counter after he finished. "I've done things, horrible things, for money." He gave a sarcastic laugh.

"How ashamed Jay'd be if he found out." He shock his head, taking another sip of his beer. "So many times I've changed my name, I've forgotten my real one." He gave another sad huff. "All I know, all I go by now, is the 'Irishman'."

Aura stepped into the kitchen, watching the Irishman as he talked. "Why'd you attack us then?" She asked in an accusatory tone.

The Irishman took another drink from his beer, finishing it. Turning, he opened a cupboard and dropped the empty glass into the trash can. "Like I said," he started, turning around, "contract." He sat down at the table, sliding the table out along the tile floor. "I swear, if I'd know it was Jay they sent me after, I'd 've abandoned it in a heartbeat."

"You shot him!" Aura yelled, pointing her paw at the man. "If you cared about him, why in hell would you shoot him?" Tears was forcing their way to her eyes, but she forcefully shut them back.

The Irishman waited for Aura to stop, simply sitting there and taking the verbal attacks. His head dipped down as he waited. When Aura ran out of steam, the Irishman spoke. "There were three men with me that I didn't trust. When I saw who it was," he gave a small, short laugh, "it was all I could do not to run up and hug him."

Aura looked at him, franticly searching the Irishman's Aura for a hint of his true emotions. His Aura was a dull-grey, indicating to her a heavy sadness, great enough to color his entire Aura with it. The Irishman continued speaking, not looking at the Lucario anymore. "Instead I hoped, prayed, that you two could handle them. You two did, beautifully." He gave another wry chuckle. "I had no choice though," Aura saw a tear drop down the Irishman's cheek, "it was shoot him or have my contractors all over me." He looked up at Aura, his eyes red with tears, "I shot him in such a way that he could have survived." He hung his head again, whispering. "I know he could survive it."

The Mightyena padded his way into the kitchen, giving a big yawn, revealing his sharp canines. {The past is the past Master,} the Mightyena said, sitting on his haunches and giving his ears a vigorous scratch. {Can't change it now, we can only move forward,} he gave a sharp sneeze, shaking his head as he did so.

"That's easy for you to say Spike," the Irishman said, leaning his head into his hands as his elbows braced against the table. "You didn't do what I've done." The Irishman turned to the Mightyena, "but you've been with me through everything." He reached out a hand, rubbing the black and grey Pokemon's head softly.

Taking a deep breath, a slight shudder running through him as he did so, the Irishman looked back at Aura. "The contract is meaningless to me now. I'll not break a bond that is greater than money." He sighed again, "But I can't guarantee that I'll get you back to Jay."

Aura closed her eyes, ignoring her physical sight to deeply study the Irishman's Aura. She searched his soul, as much as she could. She saw pain, betrayal, sadness, hope, and fear in him. All conflicting. But one took over all the others. The hope for redemption. A desire rooted so deep into his soul, it permeated all his thoughts, even more than his sadness.

Her eyes opened slowly. As they did, a single tear left a track down her cheek. She knew that no one, no matter how well trained, could give the illusion of such a deep-rooted hope. Aura fell to her knees. Now that the tears had started, she could not stop them. Deep, ragged sobs escaped her. The tears fell freely down her muzzle, out of her crimson eyes.

She felt it when the Houndoom came up behind her, lightly nuzzling her. Aura could see the purity within the two Pokemon, even in her distraught mindset. As she sobbed, the Houndoom simply sat there, offering her support to the Lucario. In this rush of sadness, Aura fell into a dark, calming sleep.

// //

Jayden stood n the middle of Grand Central Station. He stood there, feeling the crowds of people as they went by him. A bench at the heart of the station had become his temporary home as Jayden though of how to proceed with his search.

As he sat there, his duffle-bag sitting next to him, his backpack at his feet, and Aura's satchel on his lap, he simply let his mind wander and explore the vast buzzing life around him. His breathing was deep, regular. Jayden's mind slowly explored around him, briefly touching those around him. Some seemed more aware of it than others, often looking around when Jayden brushed their mind. His touch was little more than a brushing breeze, so light that most dismissed it immediately.

He was soon brought back to his own body, snapping open his eyes. Standing in front of him was a little girl, no more than five or six years old. She was in a cute dress, bouncing on the heels of her feet with her hands behind her back. "Wha ch'ya doing mister?" She asked in an innocent way that only a child could.

Jayden smiled, looking around and leaning forward. "Where's your parents?" He asked when he didn't see anyone franticly looking for their child. Could be they just hadn't realized it though.

The little girl made a vague gesture off towards her left. "Over there."

Jayden put on his best smile as he could. "Well why don't you head back on over to them?"

"Not 'till you tell me what you're doing." She still had a happy smile on her face.

Jayden sighed at the girl's persistence. His shoulders had hunched, and he looked up at the girl. "Meditating, trying to clear my mind."

The girl cocked her head to the side. "Why would you do that?"

Jayden gave a chuckle. "Trying to find my path. Where to start."

The girl gave a small twirl, holding her arms out. When she was facing Jayden again, "No where better to start a journey than here in Grand Central Station mister." She gave a giggle, before her eyes went wide in a gasp. "Do you have a Pokemon, mister?!"

Jayden's eyes fell, and his head fell a touch. "I do," his voice had a tint of sadness to it, "but she isn't with me right now."

"Oh," the girl's face fell a touch before lighting up again. "Well I'm sure you'll find her again." She even gave a small fist-pump, "I know you will."

"Susan! Susan!" A woman, presumably the girl's mother came out of the crowds. "Susan, what have I told you about running off like that?" The girl's face fell a touch, and the mother sighed. "Just promise me you won't do that again." The girl gave a nod, hugging her mother. "That's a good girl," the mother looked at Jayden, "I hope she wasn't a bother."

Jayden looked at them, a sudden dawning coming over him. "No, she wasn't a bother at all." He stood up, slipping on the backpack and throwing the duffle-bag over his shoulder. "She might have just told me where to take my first steps."

He started to walk away, and the girl ran up to him again. Tugging on his pants to get Jayden's attention, he turned looking at the girl curiously. She suddenly hugged him, making Jayden freeze. When the girl backed up, Jayden swung his bag around, setting it on the ground.

Going to one knee, he rummaged through the duffle-bag for a moment. Finding what he was looking for, he lightly took the girl's hand. He slipped a small bracelet into her hand. Putting a hand of his own on her head, he said "This here's a very special bracelet. It was given to me by an old friend of mine." His hand ran down, lightly brushing against her cheek, "It's unique. So long as you wear it, you'll be able to understand any Pokemon."

The girl's eyes went wide with wonder as she looked at it. Looking back at Jayden, "But, won't you need it to understand yours?" Jayden smiled at how concerned the girl was.

"No, little one," he brought a hand to his chest, covering his heart. "I can understand her as I am so close to her." Not the full truth, but enough in there that he did not feel bad about the lie of omission. "The best part is, now that I've given it to you, it will always fit you and you alone until you willingly give it away." Jayden gave the girl's hair a final ruffle, standing up. "I have no doubts that any Pokemon that goes with you will be a lucky one."

The girl looked down at the bracelet, wondering at the faint glow coming from it. When she looked up to thank Jayden, she couldn't see him anywhere. She looked around in curiosity, wondering where he had gone too. Hearing her mother call for her, the little girl slipped on the bracelet. She was old enough to know that what he said might have been fluff, but was still young enough to wonder if there was some sort of power in the bracelet.

From the crowds, Jayden watched as the girl walked out of the station with her mother. He caught a glimpse of the bracelet as it hung off her wrist, before turning back to the station.

He knew what he had to do now. An old friend was going to be getting a visit later. She'd know who to look for next...

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I know, I know, cliffhangers >.<

well you either love 'em or hate 'em so *shrugs*

so was the way I opened it good? nice catcher, yeah?

legal: pokemon isn't mine, it belongs to those that own it

original character's (Aura, Jayden and others) are mind, please PM before using them in your own stories ^.^