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Homecoming

Comet Toradan was lying on the ground, gazing at the stars when he saw it. It had appeared for only a brief second, but it was long enough for Comet to guess where it was headed. The fifteen year old Pokémon trainer was currently camped next to Route 118, near Fortree City. Whatever it was he saw, it was heading more or less to the southeast, in the general direction of Pacifilog Town. Comet sighed. He had wanted to do nothing but go back home to Fortree, but that stubborn instinct of every trainer to find out what it was currently had control over most of his brain. However, he was tired, so with his head currently at war with itself, Comet went to sleep.

Meanwhile...

Rayquaza gazed at the boy below him from the comfortable heights of the stratosphere. Humans in general fascinated him to no end, which was why he spent most of his time not dedicated to keeping Groudon and Kyogre from ripping each other throats out watching humans. Heck, he even disguised himself as a human, though it took most of his power to do it. From there, Rayquaza would observe humans at a much more...intimate level than most of his fellow Legendaries.

Rayquaza chuckled to himself. Very few of his fellow Legendries had regular contact with humans, which mostly consisted of Mew, Latias, and Darkrai. Of the three, Darkrai was more of a benevolent watcher than someone who actually interacted with humans. Latias was around humans simply because the Soul Dew was in the town of Altomere, and Mew was a hyperactive ball of pink fur who couldn't stop pulling off pranks.

Rayquaza felt a presence tickle the back of his elongated head. Now what? , the Sky High Pokémon thought to himself, allowing whatever Legendary that was psychic enter his mind.

[Ray, my father requests your presence in his home]_,_a gruff, booming voice resounded in Rayquaza's head, even though no one was near enough for the dragon to hear.

Rayquaza gulped. If Palkia's father wanted to talk to him, then either two things had happened. One, either Groudon or Kyogre had finally achieved their goal of ripping their counterpart's throat out, in which case Rayquaza was probably going to be vaporized for being negligent in his duties, or two, someone had found out about his being captured by Laura. In both cases, he was in trouble.

[Okay Palkia, I'm coming. Where should I go to get to his home?], the dragon-type Pokémon replied in his head to the Space-Altering Pokémon, most of Rayquaza's concentration going into sending the telepathic message.

A snort reverberated in Rayquaza's ears. [Just hold onto your lunch. I'm told that first time teleportee's usually lose whatever's in their stomachs.]_ _

That was the only warning that Rayquaza got before he was sucked into a hole in space and immediately spat back out into the Hall of Origin. Rayquaza looked around to see most, if not all of, his fellow Legendaries in the room. Groudon and Kyogre were both there, which made Rayquaza worry. A lot. All of the remaining Legendaries, including Latias and Mew, stood still with serious expressions on their faces. In the back and center, stood the Alpha Pokémon, Arceus, his gaze fixed firmly on the long green dragon.

[Rayquaza, do you know why I have summoned you here?], the equine looking Pokémon's voice resounding deeply in Rayquaza's head. The dragon dumbly shook his head. The first Pokémon in existence sighed. [Rayquaza, I have summoned you here because I have learned of a most disturbing fact. That you, of all my children, had been captured by a trainer,] everyone in the room gasped in surprise except for Arceus and Rayquaza, who visibly flinched, [and that you had a...relationship with this trainer.]

At this, everyone broke out into a panic, only for Latias to scream at the top of her lungs, [WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!!] The panic ceased immediately, if only because this was the first time that anybody had heard the female Eon Pokémon cuss. Even Arceus was surprised at her outburst.

Rayquaza went to the floor, coiled himself on it, and awaited the Judgment.

The Next Day...

Comet walked into the modestly sized tree house that he called home. He noted with disappointment that his mother wasn't home. Shrugging, Comet went to his room to get a fresh change of clothes to get into after a quick shower.

Opening the door, Comet saw that his mother had kept most of his room just the way he liked it; trashed. Needless clutter grew like weeds on his desk, his bedsheets full of wrinkles, and his framed sketch of Fortree was slightly crooked. Comet smiled, his eyes closed in bliss as he played back some of his childhood memories.

Taking the four Pokeballs that he had, Comet released his team. Four beams of light flashed, and then solidified into a Grovyle, an Espeon, a rather tired looking Mightyena, and finally, a Zoroark. The four Pokémon looked at their surroundings briefly before going their separate ways with glee; the Grovyle climbing out the window to get into the surrounding foliage, the Espeon jumped onto Comet's bed and curled up in his pillows, the Mightyena just collapsed on the spot in blissful slumber, and the Zoroark decided to tackle Comet to the ground.

"Katya," Comet gasped, his limbs twitching, "can't... breathe."

The Illusion Fox Pokémon just nuzzled her trainer, her eyes closed and what could easily pass as a smile plastered on her muzzle. Katya did, however, loosen up on the bone-crushing hug she was giving Comet. The trainer looked at the Pokémon sternly. "Katya, I still need to take a shower. Jorge and Mom will be home soon, and I know for a fact that Mom does not want to see me this dirty. That and I'm fairly sure that she's gonna want you clean as well." Comet paused. "So Katya, will you please let me get up."

Katya opened her eyes and looked at him, a whine escaping her throat. She reluctantly got off the trainer and sat on the floor. Comet got up and retrieved the clothes that he had dropped when the Zoroark tackled him. Turning towards the door, Comet looked at the small digital clock on his nightstand. Shrugging, he went out of his room to take his well needed shower.

Katya watched as her trainer left the room, still sitting on the floor. She got up and walked over to the window, watching the few people that were on the ground. [Cale,] Katya muttered softly, [you still around?]

The Grovyle, better known to some as Cale, stuck his head over the roof of the house. [Yeah. Whoa, Katya, you don't look so good, what's up?] Cale stopped for a moment, a small smile on his face as he realized he had just made a joke, even if it was bad.

Katya met the over-sized gecko's grin with a patented Frown of Disapproval™. [Cale, you do know what happens in two days, right?]

Cale looked at the fox thoughtfully. [Yeah, it's Comet's birthday. Why?]

Katya sighed. [Cale, Comet hasn't been happy since his mom started dating Jorge. He never smiles when he is home, he rarely talks, and Comet always argues with Jorge.] Katya paused. [I just want to see him smile like he used to.]

Cale was silent for a few moments, a sign that he was in deep thought. [Kat, I'm not you. But if I was,] the reptile said, [I'd take him somewhere isolated and simply spend time with him. I hear that the sunsets over at the Scorched Slab are pretty good this time of year.]

Katya stepped away from the window. [Thanks Cale for listening,] she said waving a paw in the air, an idea forming in Katya's head.

//

Comet stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and a thick blanket of steam surrounding him. Walking over to the sink, he happened to look at his reflection over the mirror. The Comet that stared back at him with soulful green eyes was about five foot eight, had a fairly good tan, and an intensely yellow mop of hair on his head. Not a bad looking person, truth be told.

Comet brushed his teeth, put deodorant on, and put the fresh set of clothes on. Looking in the mirror, Comet softly swore. Apparently, during the three months he had been away from home, Comet had grown out of some of the clothes that were in his room, so it now seemed that his shirt was about to choke him and the legs of his pants were about an inch or two short of reaching his ankles.

I hope Mom doesn't see this, Comet thought to himself as he got out of the bathroom. Putting the dirty clothes in a hamper, Comet walked down the hall to his room to see what his team doing. Probably what they were doing when I left, except for Kat, the teen mused as he poked his head through the door to see Milo, the Mightyena, still sleeping on the floor, leg twitching as he dreamed; Kira, his Espeon, her body curled up in his pillows, forked tail slightly twitching. Comet knew that Cale was somewhere in the surrounding trees, doing something known only to the gecko, but where was...?

Comet's unformed question was soon answered by a Lucario tackling him from behind, lifting the two of them off the ground, turning Comet around in mid-air, and land onto the bed. The resulting crash on the bed lifted the formally sleeping Espeon into the air to land on Comet's bag, and for the trainer to be pinned helplessly to his bed by the Lucario. Milo didn't even react.

Comet looked into the jackal's deep red eyes. "Kat, what the heck are you doing?! How many times do I have to tell you to not tackle me to the ground?" The teen yelled to the Lucario, not fooled by the Zoroark's illusion after spending so much time with her. Comet glanced around to see where the Pokémon had pinned him and promptly had an anime style sweat-drop. "Katya, what are you doing?"

[Not much, just making sure that you don't get off the bed anytime soon,] she replied, Comet not able to understand Pokespeech. Comet looked at her doubtfully. [I'm not going to rape you, if that's what you're asking.]

[Kat, what in Giratina's ugly ass are you doing to our trainer?!] Kira yowled, the psychic feline ticked off as it was about being woken up, but now even more upset seeing the position that Comet was in.

[Kira, I need a favor from you,] the Dark-type said to the Espeon calmly, seemingly unperturbed by the feline's loud cry.

[A favor? What kind of favor could you possibly want now of all times?] Kira asked Kat, curiosity now in the former's still loud and angry voice.

Comet looked as Kira and Katya talked to each other in Pokespeak, not sure of what Katya was telling Kira to do. The two of them stopped talking and looked at him. Katya yipped at Comet softly.

[Comet, Katya wants to know if you would like to go to the Scorched Slab on your birthday], Kira's soft telepathic voice sang out in Comet's head. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. Comet's brain was more or less shut off due to the implications of what Katya was asking.

Is she asking me what I think she's asking me? A now panicking Comet thought to himself, only to be interrupted by a bark from Katya. [She is waiting for an answer], Kira told Comet.

"Uh, Katya, I'd um, uh, love to, um, go with you to the, erm, Scorched Slab," Comet uneasily told the vixen who was still on top of him. Katya yipped in delight as she hugged her trainer, and then quickly ran out of the room before Comet could complain of any back or lung problems.

Comet sat up on his bed and looked at Kira. "Kira, just what on Earth have I gotten myself into?" he asked the diminutive psychic feline. The only response the teen received was a shrug, what looked like a smirk on Kira's muzzle, and a flick of the Eeveelution's forked tail.