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Twenty minutes later (would have taken ten if we jogged or five if we sprinted all the way but Bleu was having way to much fun making me suffer) Bleu tossed me into the house like I was just a sack of flour. The projectile that was me barely missed the servant picking up the family's shoes to wash for the next day. If the person was any other servant than Jasper, than Blue would have thrown me at them just because they were in the way. But even the evil spoiled princess of the family treats Jasper with nothing but love, kindness, and respect despite her cold,dark,twisted heart...Lucky bastard.

Though the entryway/1st living room is huge, the dining room is within sight range of the front door. It's thanks to this fact that I was able to see Dad lean back in his chair to (I assume) investigate the source of the crash. Dad of course was freshly showered and dressed in only his robe and wife beater but no pants (his personal way of relaxing). Mom swears Dad had me born in the house just so he wouldn't have to put pants on. "Geez Bleu be easy with the boy! No need to be so rough over the same old fish we always get and besides there is still plenty." was my father's choice of 'stern' words use on Bleu. Fish still sticking halfway in and out of his mouth, food spraying everywhere much to the annoyance of Mom and servants that have to clean up after him.

Dad's personality basically matches the way he dresses: relaxed, has absolutely no shame, and not really giving a damn about anything unless it effects him directly (sometimes not even then) Unless of course you try anything that hurts anything to do with Dad's business, family, or the servants that are treated as family in which case he is very anal about. That or you somehow manage to fuck up so bad that completely work around his abnormally long fuse and patience: than prepare the wraith of ten Bleus (I'm not joking).

Don't be fooled though. Even though even though he acts like a teenager and his brawn is bigger than his brains: My dad is the most business savvy person you'll ever meet. This talents helps a lot in his profession as head of the multi-billion company that funds our cushy lifestyle. Trust me you don't want to fuck him on a deal cause he'll just fuck you twice as hard with interest and without mercy. Your ass won't get a break until your death day.

"But it's my faaaaavorite" Despite the language barrier you could still hear the pout in Bleu's voice. I knew if I turned my head around in the Azumarill's direction I would see her stomp her little foot like a 2 year old when they didn't get her way

Annoyance was clear in Dad's voice as he replied "Oh quit your whining, it's not going anywhere. Now that you got the boy you can come eat princess" I had no warning before Bleu stamped her way all over me to cross the hall.

I hissed as I got up while rubbing the face that met the floor twice now "Thanks dad nice to know you actually care about my health"

"Course I do buddy what if my little Rattata falls and injuries his paws? I'll have to rely on the ones don't know the difference between a shovel and a pickax! Half my profits would be gone! Kaput!" You could see the food being sprayed from his mouth even from my position. The fact my Dad is such a slob is hilarious.

"Nice to know I'm just an asset to you, Dad." I said getting up and walking towards the smell of food.

"Good boy- HEY!"I was stopped at the doorway of the kitchen when my Dad saw my appearance before I could sneak in.

Damn it

"You know the rules. Strip and then get your butt in the shower" Remember that bit about treating servants like family? Well my Dad likes to make their lives easier by making those that work in the tunnels to either strip at the door and take a shower in the bathroom next to the entrance or he could help you take the bath outside with the hose. So that way we don't track dirt and mud in the house and all over the spotless all white floor and furniture (why he made this decorative decision despite our families profession I'll never know). Dad enforces this rule with a iron fist much to our servants pleasure.

"But Daaad I taken off my shoes and my clothes are barely even dirty! I didn't get to work in the tunnels all that long because Zillian's physical was today." I half-heartily whined despite knowing that it was pointless to argue. Can't blame a guy for trying.

"I don't want to hear you whining. I said march!" Dad stood up and crossed his arms as if to intimidate me into following the order. This wasn't needed since Dad was already a few inches taller then me even with him sitting down.

"Such a stupid rule" I mumbled while walking away: thinking that my words would be drowned out by the Dad's chair scuffing the floor as he scooted it back towards the table.

It's unfortunate that my Dad has the ears of a Buneary "Stupid rule or is it the stupid kid? I'm guessing the latter. Anymore lip from you brat I'll give you a bath myself since it doesn't seem that you're not capable to handle it yourself AND I'll dock your paycheck even more." That was enough to shut my mouth up pretty good and send me running. I'm already being paid low enough as is! That and bath time with a hose is the most embarrassing thing I have ever had the displeasure of experiencing. It's too bad that this punishment happens to me frequently.

When I reached the door I saw Jasper holding my change of clothes consisting of a pair of black sweat pants and a purple robe with my name on the breast; the butler was trying his damnedest not to smile but failing.

"Excuse me sir but why do you keep trying to get away with your silly rebelling of this rule and others despite all the other failed attempts. Forgive me for saying sir but it's almost like you enjoy your father disciplining you"

I shrugged and replied "Someone has to be the one to do it or all he'll ever hear is: 'yes sir!' 'as you say sir!' 'yes dear!' 'you're fantastic dear can i suck your dick dear' 'You're so amazing at everything you do sir! Can I suck your dick sir? maybe your seed will inspire greatness from within me sir?' His ego is big enough without all that. Let alone imagine if everyone just strokes it all the time."

At these point Jasper's normal butler facade was shattered since he laughing so hard he was nearly rolling on the floor while muttering "So true" every so often underneath his breath. Meanwhile I stripped down to my boxers behind the privacy curtain (that was installed for this very reason), grabbed my stuff that he was holding , attempted to wrap one of the two towels around my waist until it fell down way to many times for my liking. Leaving me with no other choice besides saying fuck it and making a sprint for it, tossed my dirty clothes at Jasper's feet, and did said sprint to the bathroom. Was also smiling since I was very pleased at myself for the old butler's reaction and the fact he was still laughing. About halfway to the door (t'was a very large room) when the laughter suddenly stopped and I heard a shout of "Hey!"

I turned around to see the fifty-six year old giving me a serious look as well a salute with his best stiff impression of a soldier in the military as he said "Good luck in your good Samaritan duty sir!" a few seconds of silence passed before this time we both just about die of laughter. I gave Jasper a mock salute in return before shutting the door. I however foolishly forgot to turn on the light switch before my entrance leaving me to grope for it in the darkness. Eventually I became successful in my hunt and was free to turn around and do my business.

First step: Drop off the personal stuff I carry around my pockets all the time in the basket next to the tub with one hand while tossing the trash I was still carrying in the trash bin next to the toilet with the other hand, next take a almost ten minute shower , get dressed, put everything in the pockets of the robe except the Swiss army knife, use that Swiss army knife to open the ventilation shaft next to the tub. So I could stash the magazine that was once tucked in my waistline behind my back and shirt before sneaking the damn thing underneath the towels to get it past Jasper. I made sure that is stashed it out of casual sight-line before closing the vent back up again. The entire process only lasting an extra minute. Everything was going according to plan so far. Now it was time for the most dangerous bit. I took a deep breath and mentally prepared myself for anything before walking through the door.

Luckily everyone was still eating since they only had just started when I first walked in the house and now were only halfway done (slow eaters. all of them, besides a few servants that were by now making themselves busy). I stood in the kitchen doorway for a moment looking over all the happy faces of my family. There was my 25 year old brother Jerome (not a college type guy and way to comfy in the mansion to move out) gave me a quick wave before noticing Sypra (his Excadrill) trying to sneak a bit of extra food off his plate and they began to fight over it; much to my 15 year old sister Kate's displeasure since her phone was knocked into the air and into mother's cup of water, which dumped all over Mom's expensive dress. The result of which being Mom screaming in shock and quickly moving backwards to get away from the evil water ruining her dress. It was even further stroke of bad luck that at that moment Prince the Persian was underneath my mom's feet begging for food because the chair leg consequently went over Prince's tail, which of course caused him to yowl and hiss before causing more chaos and hilarity. Dad to his credit just face palmed and grumbled while Bleu sitting next to him took a break from stuffing her face long enough to nearly fall out of her chair in laughter.

Just another wonderful, peaceful, and boring dinner at the Braxter's residence.

I had to smirk as I made my way toward my side of the table in between one of the servants and my father sitting at the head of the table. The smirk turned into a small smile as I heard the familiar sound of clicking of claws against the marble floor. Seconds later I felt an even more familiar weight plopping itself on just below the middle of the back of my robe before feeling it climb to a rest on my right, this being his favorite place to perch.

Family is all here.

I sat in my chair and seconds later a plate of large helpings of everything was set in front of me. Large helping because Zillian just eats off my plate much to the servants and my parents displeasure; it's to the point that they all gave up telling us no so they just double the portion everything so we both at least get equal amounts of food. Today's dinner was Goldeen, with mashed potatoes and gravy, and homemade Mac and Cheese that was still steaming like it just came out of the oven. I thanked Jasper as he just nodded and bowed before making his way to his spot right next to my mother's seat that was currently empty. Just before I could dig in however two something lands in my food.

"What the-" The first I pick up was the paper card I keep in my wallet that has all information to access my own personal bank account. The other is my card that proves I'm not just some random schmuck trying to access someone else's bank account.

Both of them were soaked in blood

I quickly put them in my pocket before anyone else notices and began asking questions that I couldn't answer. After that I pulled Zillian off my head so he can get to my food as usual behavior dictated of me to do. Only this time making sure no one is watching (which was pointless because of the chaos from before was still going on) before mouthing "How?" Zillian shook his head before looking away for a brief moment; wasn't exactly a answer but I got the message: Later. My curiosity was by now going through the roof, but for now I had to endure the family dinner. To remedy this: I decided to try to finish my meal as quickly as possible thus forcing Zillian to do the same. No matter how I look at the cards combined with how weird Zil has been acting lately (more so than ever now ) I knew it was safe to assume without a doubt that whatever news was coming it was BIG trouble for the both of us.

The ever observant Dad probably saw the look on my face (My eating habits are still completely normal) in a gentle tone so he wouldn't scare me off, but still in a serious and stern enough tone that told me not to lie said "Elly what's wrong you've been acting weird for days now...Actually now that I think about it Zillian has also been acting a bit weird; so you can't tell me it's just teenage things if it makes you both upset" I glance at my Dad and see that he now has that look he gets when he is searching my each and every move for a lie; something he is extremely good at detecting ...comes with the business I suppose.

At that moment Mom chooses this time to re-enter the room. A glance at her direction shows me that she has on some grey sweat pants and a pink tank top that she usually wears when she works out. A little glance higher at her face tells me that she has been worrying about me as well; so worried in fact that I think she has been holding her breath in anticipation for my next words. Fights that are still going on cease almost like someone hit the pause button on the TV. Looks like everyone else is curious as well. Seeing a opening to get rid of at least one of my problem I decide to take it. Not the way I wanted to do this though. Wanted it to be at the perfect moment, maybe lead in with a joke or something before dropping the bomb out of nowhere so I could get the best results. But the opportunity was way to perfect to pass up.

"Well...uh. I can't speak for Zil because I've been trying to figure that out as well. Maybe my funk is just rubbing off on him and he is just a victim? Though he has been giving me signs that he understands the situation and has been pushing me to fix it ever since I told him what's been bugging me (Can I lie like a pro or what?)...Anyway that's not important, what is important is that I'm- I'm- Oww! GOD DAMN IT ZILLIAN!" Zillian decided to 'help' me by giving me a shove in the form of chomping on my index finger and was threatening to do more if I don't hurry up "If you would waited a second I would have been able to say I was fucking gay!"

If a needle would have dropped everyone would have been able to hear it. At least Zillian looked almost pleased with himself for forcing it out of me. I won't tell him this but I was kind of thankful because I was about to chicken out again for the 36th time . Now all that is left is-

"Praise fucking God the boy finally says it" my dad said as he groaned with relief as he slumped in his chair.

"Ditto. and WHAT did I say about swearing! Especially at the table young man!" snaps my mom as she slumps in her own chair and begins polishing off the rest of the meal that was salvaged by Jasper with lots of napkins he always had on hand

"About time" says everyone at the table. Then Bryson (the servant next to me) gives me a noogie that I'm to stunned to move away from "took you long enough champ" he says before letting go.

Ok hold the fuck on.

"You guys KNEW" Everyone nods.

Seeing Zil's duh face I knew that he knew that they knew and he hadn't told me! That bastard of a mouse! Just wait till we're alone...

Jerome swallowed the piece of fish that he won from the fight with Spyra "Bro you're not as sneaky as you think you are. I mean c'mon! There was a day last summer...or was it the year before? Anyway it was so hot and we were so bored that we decided to go swimming in pond about a mile or two away from the tunnels and we found those two girls skinny dipping? I knew we both saw them but when I turned around to look at you were too busy playing in the pond playing with Zil like it wasn't a big deal" than Jerome glared at me in annoyance as he mumbled "It's all because of all the noise you were making that the girls put on cloths and ran away before I could fully enjoy the view!... you are such an asshole you know that?"

Everyone laughed while I wanted to just spontaneously combust

"Or the time I was helping Barbra clean that pig sty you call a room and we happened to come across the porn magazines Paul got you for your 16th birthday and what else did we find Barbra?"

Barbra giggled and in her usual small voice " They were still wrapped in the plastic"

The whole table burst out in laughter louder than it was the last time while I waited for the ashes that was all that was left of my existence to blow away in some sudden gust of wind from the AC or Jasper to come over and sweep me into the trash.

Jasper cleared his throat "Not to mention there is the fact you basically worship that fighting type Trainer of the Elite Four that always runs around shirtless-"

"and what's wrong with having a favorite Pokémon Trainer when everyone has one!?" I said immediately defensive when THAT line had been crossed

"-with that look in your eye that is very similar to what Bleu eyes anything resembling candy"

"DON'T COMPARE ME TO HER" "DON'T COMPARE ME TO HIM" Bleu and I shouted before glaring daggers at each other. Which caused everyone to laugh even harder. Food laid forgotten on the table until everyone calm down enough to not choke on it and started eating again...didn't stop me for hoping though.

Dad cleared his throat after chugging down his milk and signaling that he was finished and it was fine for one of the servants to pick it up "But the piece of evidence that beats all the others happened almost three years ago. When we got Zillian we weren't a hundred percent sure what your preferences were but we didn't want to ask. We didn't want to clue you that we were getting you a partner on your birthday since we made it our mission to make it a surprise. So we asked everyone what we could do to fix the problem and we all decided this: If you complained about the gender we would just replace Zil with a female Rattata or another Pokémon of your choosing to make up for the goof"

Dad got up and gave me a noogie much to my displeasure and exclaimed "But you never did! When we presented him: you were just mad that you didn't get the choose the species! You were about to give us the same rant you always do when we try to buy something for you in a surprise about not ever being able to choose blah blah blah and than that little guy-" Dad pointed at Zillian who finished his portion of the meal and decided to take a power nap on my head while he waited for me "-poked his head out of the box and locked eyes with you. You had stopped mid rant , walked over to the box, picked up the box and the Pokeball, and then you both signed the contract binding you together, then walked away without another word."

Mom nodded as she walked over to me to kiss my check as she said "It was a little funny afterward but now it's just so very adorable" the baby-voiced sentence ended with her pinching my left check and a peck on the offended cheek like she always did ever since I was like three; which just deepened my embarrassment. She doesn't do it much now thank god just when we are talking about something embarrassing or something cute I done/did.

By now everyone was done with their meal so I just wolfed down the rest of mine so I wouldn't have to sit awkwardly by myself while I finish. Just as I finished Dad comes up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder to make sure I stayed put and said "Oh and I know when Zil evolves you two will spend a lot of time...um what's the word kids use today? 'fooling around' I think-" he even done the air quotation marks with his fingers that just made him look even more like a ass. What's worse I don't even need the talk since I was given this when I was like 10 and again when Zil was given to me!"-Hey! Don't give me that look! I know what teenagers and newly evolved Pokémon are like at that age: Being so consumed in thoughts of lust and need that they just can't help themselves. The contract that we all sign that makes doing it mandatory and doing that just makes it 'legal' and 'morally ok' for us humans. Which I think is bullshit because they are just animals after all; even though the sex is extremely awesome and has benefits of a better understanding of the creature and getting on the same wavelength thus being able to fight better. But it's not like they give two shit's as long as their wants and needs are taken care of.

Oh fuck Dad doesn't know! Sex means more to the Pokémon than it does to humans! The way they see it it's a union of two souls being spiritually linked together forever and ever! Which is why Pokémon are so protective of their Trainers because we're nothing but walking property that has a very strong link connecting us to them; like a home they had for a very long time. Like I said in the beginning of this story: It's the reason human and Pokémon have survived since we've been created! Take that or deny that in any way is like denying a person the right to breathe: they will defend themselves.

But how could Dad know that without talking to one? All humans have for information are assumptions that they make up in their own heads if they don't have a psychic to tell them otherwise, which they don't because there is a powerful defense to stop that happening. The assumptions Dad was making were very very wrong and very very very dangerous assumptions that could get him possibly killed if heard by one certain Pokémon and not immediately apologized for. Not like I can tell him any of this without getting in trouble of epic proportions.

I looked around for Bleu and saw that she was listening to every single word Dad was saying with a horror stricken face...Fantastic... Well as long as he doesn't say THAT he should be fine.

I zoned out for a minute during my little freak out and I tuned back in to what Dad was saying. Even though I should've just walked away which would have gotten me in trouble but anything else would have been better than hearing: "- So don't put any emotion behind your fucks like love or whatever because there is nothing you need to feel for something that just doesn't feel the way we do. Let me let you in on a little secret son" and whispered (Dad must have forgotten about the Azumarill's sharp sense of hearing making whispering pointless)"When I'm in the mood to bang just your Mom and Bleu says "no" I just throw some money at Bleu and send her to the store that's open for 24/7 to get some candy with Prince- "

I checked around for Prince and saw that he was still nursing his tail underneath the cabinet containing fragile china (his favorite spot to lay) but was also still listening to every word of the conversation just out of cat-like curiosity. But now that his name came up it became personal."- if he says no and while they are gone we go at it like animals. When we're done, we just shower and throw the sheets in the wash and they are none the wiser."

Well Dad did just say THAT so now he essentially is just a walking dead man along with Mom since he was kind enough to include her in his shenanigans. Course not at these very moment because as Zillian told me once there are stages. Right now judging by the way Bleu ran out of the room screaming with a torrent of water gushing down her face while Prince went and attacked Dad by jumping and clawing the shit out of his face I say they are both in stage 1.

First is the Pokémon becoming upset to the point of tears and throwing shit plus a lack of appetite/just plain starving themselves: basically depression/ getting pissed off. Which is the first neon sign clue to the Trainer that something is wrong. It's in the Trainer's Handbook to take them to the nearest psychic type immediately so they can tell the Trainer what is wrong and understandings are met. There are places such as these in every city and town like a Doctor, Pokecenter, or a Vet. This is the stage where most cases are solved 95% of the time.

IF by some stupid ass reason you choose to ignore this stage there is only stage left in which to save yourself. During the second stage the offended Pokémon will have this unbearable need to force sex with you and by force I mean you don't get a choice where or when. Just whether or not you'll enjoy it. If you have a death wish you will refuse them because during this part the emotional bond of Pokémon and Trainer reaches of plateau where the Pokémon can temporarily speak to the Trainer fluently . If you SOMEHOW against all odds reach their Pokeball and put them in time out until they calm down... well...

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned is all I can really say in the matter.