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I woke up well rested with Zillian still snoozing peacefully next to me. This was my first clue that there was something terribly wrong going on because I never wake up on my own thanks to my alarm or the sound of my Dad busting down the door, to throw my still half asleep butt in a shower only fit for polar bears.

Which is often because I often forget to set my alarm.

If I'm not waking up for school because of holidays or weather cancellation: I still have to wake up early for a longer day than usual in the tunnels. To tell the truth I prefer school over the tunnel. Don't get me wrong I love my job and am great at it but school is way less exhausting. My only breaks are only on the weekends. This being the reason for my sleeping in just wasn't possible since I knew for the fact it was a Wednesday. Then I thought (hoped) that maybe that I had just woken up before the alarm. But those hopes were dashed when I turned to look at the clock and saw that the current time was thirty minutes past noon. When the events that happened yesterday hit my still groggy brain like a truck: my mind went to the worst possible scenario.

Bleu skipped a few steps and snapped ahead of schedule and went all ax murderer on everyone that would have gotten me up. That thought was enough to have me bolting out of bed now wide awake in a hurry, much to the annoyance of Zillian for his rude wake-up call; but I couldn't care less about that during for the moment.

I sprinted down the long corridor toward the dining room since there are ALWAYS someone in the dining room either getting ready for a meal or eating. I had to grip the over easing of the staircase to stop collapsing from the outrageous amount of relief that I felt wash over me like a wave when I saw Dad standing over Bleu who was sitting in her usual chair. Seemed Dad was trying to make Bleu trying to eat something that looked like was leftovers from dinner.

"Damn it Bleu hurry up and eat something so we can go! I have way too much my plate to waste time with this bullshit" Bleu just lightly pushed the plate away so she can put her head on the table. The fact I could feel her 'my best friend just died' vibe from here was very impressive. Bleu's body was shaking slightly with sudden jumps every now and then told me she was silently sobbing with a bad case of the hiccups. Dad put his hand to his face and done a rubbing gesture as if that would help him think of a solution. Didn't seem to work though because in the next moment he huffed a sigh of frustration before staring blankly off into space; any idiot would assume he was thinking about the next best course of action.

I was debating on giving Dad some privacy to better work out his thoughts and problems; but Dad must have felt my eyes on him because his gaze drifted and locked onto mine. Barely half a second passed before Dad's sad and frustrated demeanor switched to one of amusement "Well look who finally decided to climb out of oblivion!" his eyebrows began to rise and a playful smirk made itself known on his face "What couldn't work up the energy to dress yourself?"

I looked down and saw I was just wearing my boxers "Fuck" I silently cursed to myself.

Dad laughed heartily for a few seconds before saying "We all have those days boy! Hell just the other morning I got up and was halfway down the hallway before I realized I was stark naked! Thank goodness I wake up at the crack of dawn for my morning exercises so no one saw me. But that would have been one way to surprise away the morning fog of the next person that walked into that hallway eh?"

Didn't need to know that. That's a thing I love/hate about my Dad: he makes a potentially embarrassing situation into one that isn't...or makes it worse. Depends on what he says and the situation. Luckily it was the first one since the feeling the need to hide myself was beginning to disappear. I twisted my face in faux look of confusion before saying" Do you want the smart ass remark or good boy remark? Or this one of those questions I'm supposed to ignore?" I scratched my face in pretend thought "I think the better question would be to ask why you were naked in the first place but I know better" I said as a faked a yawn while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and even added a rapid shake of the head for good measure to fake the look of just getting out of bed.

Because fuck you adrenaline.

"Watch your mouth boy...I'm not in the mood for your sass and our usual games" My Dad sounded so depressed and upset that I felt a little sympathetic. So I climbed down the stairs and gave Dad a surprise hug "Yes Dad. sorry for being a butt Dad"

Dad chuckled for a bit before replying "Well this isn't like you at all... sort of creepy...what are you up to?"he said in what I knew was a faux stern voice since it didn't boom like usual, but I played along anyway.

I snapped my fingers "Drat! you felt me reaching for the knife next to Bleu's plate didn't you..." With my face in Dad's chest my voice was somewhat muffled but he thankfully was able to hear me and even began to laugh heartily "No I just know you boy!" Dad said as he tussled my hair. There was a second pause "Thanks boy I needed a pick me up and to see at least some things don't change"

I had a clue what he was talking about but I tilted my head up with a feigned look of curiosity anyway "What do you mean? Does this have anything to do with the miracle of allowing me to sleep in?"

"Yes it does."Dad let out a weary sigh "When it rains it fucking pours" By now you can probably figure out where I got my cursing like a sailor from. Another sigh was escaped from my Dad's wide sturdy chest before he explained:

"Well not only am I still in deep shit with Bleu and your mum from what I said yesterday but the tunnels have collapsed during the night. The think tank and I both agree it's from the ground being too unstable from us and the Pokémon that make their home in that area accidentally digging too much in the wrong areas .

"Shi-hey!" Dad smacked me in the back of the head causing me to push him back a little to glare that was meet with a glare of equal intensity

"Language." his face softened immediately and suddenly turned sad "But you're right because that means we have pack up and move to new area. Which not only is a huge pain in the ass but you MAY even have to say good-bye to your friends to change schools. Depends on the market." Inside I was ecstatically jumping up and down in celebration. Outside I tried to look pissed and frustrated as I began to offer a token of resistance but as soon as I opened my mouth it was silenced with a wave of my Dad as he continued in a half- shout "But that all depends on if our scientist can discover another deposit nearby! I have heard enough shit from everyone and I DON'T need to hear anymore cause It's not like I want it either!"

There was silence as Dad awaited my response. Finally I just smirked and shrugged as I replied with a cool "People here are assholes anyway. Maybe Ken (my current best friend) will take his head from his girlfriends ass long enough to actually hang out with me like we used to." Doubtful because the bitch has his balls on a key chain right next to a Nyan Cat charm.

Sounding thoughtful Dad said "Huh. I was wondering why I haven't seen him running around lately with that Vulpix of his. No offense but your best friend is a prick"

"Kinda has to be because the prick that he was born with is somewhere within her purse." was my reply. Dad and I laughed pretty hard at that one before he smacked the back of the head half-heartily "Language." spoke the recording of a broken record.

I grumbled and pushed him away to rub at the offended spot. I had completely forgotten that Bleu was sitting next to us until she burped. The sound made both of us glance at her and see that she was finished with her meal; seeing this caused Dad to exclaim "FINALLY! I didn't think she would ever eat!" Bleu just stared at Dad with a woe-be-gone expression

"Now if only I knew what why she is so depressed."

I gave Dad a 'really?' look but he just shook his head "I already apologized and told her I was being stupid. Said I'll do my damnedest to make it up to her eventually and even did some hanky panky to seal the deal that she got really into so that's not it-"

My expression turned into one of disgust as I interrupted loudly with my shout of "EW! Gross! Will you quit casually dropping your sex life in the presence of your son!" I tried to push Dad away but all that action did was make him grip me tighter one armed while easily so noogie with the other. Even though I knew it was a pointless action: I still attempted to wiggle free while making (half) fake gagging and throwing up noises; Meanwhile Dad was basically rolling on the floor laughing like a lunatic as he said "I love to embarrass the hell out of you! It's just so much fun!"

Dad tried to stifle his giggles but ended up choking on his own spit; once Dad was done with his coughing fit he coughed once more to clear his throat before saying " Anyway I can't take her to a psychic type until I become less busy and everything settles down again... which could take a few weeks." My heart stopped for a second and my stomach began to twist in worry as I began to panic.

Meanwhile Dad's attention was focused on at his watch right before he exclaimed loudly "Fuck! I'm late!" He kissed the top of mine and Bleu's head before lightly pushing me away to turn around and speed walk rapidly out of the room. As Dad went on his way, he called out "I can't take Bleu to work with me in her current mood because she would just distract me and bum me out. So I'm leaving her here for you guys to take care of till I get back." He paused mid-step to shake his head and chuckle "Make sure to put some clothes on eventually please. Oh and get to work on that school work! I don't care if we are moving soon you are still supposed to keep up your grades. That's an order! It's that is already in the living room just waiting for you. And when you're done help everyone pack for the move!"

Great there went my lazy day...

Dad began speed walking again as he directed his gaze to Blue and said in his gentle-like tone like he was talking to a little 2 year old girl "Princess you be good for Elly ok?!" Bleu just glared and used a very small spurt of Water Gun on the floor in front of Dad, the attack was faster than Dad could react so he ended up slipping and falling into the floor. When Dad turned his head to glare angrily at Bleu she just stuck out her tongue at him in rebellion. Dad just rolled his eyes as he picked himself up without a word before turning around completely while starting to sprint towards the front door where his ride was sure to be parked.

I made sure to wait a few seconds after I heard the door shut in order to make sure Dad was gone completely and wouldn't be coming back for something he had forgotten. Then double checked to see if I was actually completely alone before crossing my arms and focusing my best intimidating glare at the bitch we call Bleu, lowering my voice into a whisper I asked "Ok what the fuck is your deal.? He already apologized and said he would make up for it. So I can't see what your problem is."

Bleu scoffed, closed her eyes, and hiked her nose at me like the spoiled princess she was and said "Don't want insincere sorries and promises."

I have very little patience when it comes to Bleu. This was the reason why I immediately got so mad that I wanted to hit her. Instead I chose to ball my hands into first but go no further than that. Next I attempted to be civil in asking my next question, but that was most likely ruined because she most likely noticed that I was gritting my teeth while I asked "Than what do you want"

"For him to show me that he is sorry with action of course you idiot." She opened her eyes to glare at me as she dropped down from her seat. I watched he do her normal waddle walk towards the kitchen and continued to watch her as she moved stool towards the cabinet that held the candy supply. The thing is with Bleu no matter how upset she is she still has the appetite for candy. If anything being upset makes the usual candy vacuum into a black hole.

"He already fucked you it sounds like so that can't be what you mean... How big of action are we talking about here?" I asked fixing my expression to genuine curiosity.

The bitch sighed like she was the knowing grown up and I was a child asking stupid questions "What Bleu wants of Paul is to kick the bitch sleeping in our bed to the gutter. Or at least to one of the guest rooms for a month so that he can show me that he means what he says."

What she said about my mom confused me as much as it did angered me "I thought you liked Mo-?...oh wait you do glare daggers at her when you know she isn't looking and you do look like you about ready to snap every time they show affection... which is dumb. I mean you did okay their marriage didn't you?"

Once that statement left my lips Bleu's obvious bad mood suddenly exploded into full blown rage that she expressed by punching the nearby fridge a few times until the pain became too unbearable to continue "Yes. she was likable enough at the time. But Bleu had thought that nothing would change. Sure there were you little monkeys on the way: but Bleu still thought things would continue as had in past and the-...your Mom was just second fiddle. Instead before Bleu knows it Bleu became second fiddle and it was too late to do anything about it." she punched the fridge again "Sure as time went on Bleu thunk of you guys as my own flesh and blood and not that disgusting whore's. But as you grew up needing Bleu less and less there wasn't anything to distract me from problem. Bleu continued to ignore it because Bleu didn't want to risk upsetting Paul or being released or given to someone else. All of which Bleu would rather die then see happen."

"But now?" I said while in my own mind I was going through my memories and noticed a heap of signs that Bleu was in fact right. Which meant that the lid over the jar that Bleu had over her true feelings locked in all this time was probably held back by sheer force of will and duct tape. But now this didn't seem to be enough to ignore the elephant sized problem in the room. Knowing Bleu the lid was bound to pop off eventually even before this incident. All Dad did was make Bleu's paranoia into a reality. Which surprised me because Bleu isn't the type to take things lying down. Come to think of it... this whole mess is probably the key to why Bleu is the way that she is: short tempered, angry and needy all the time. If this was solved I would probably be looking at a completely different Pokémon.

"But now, as long as I get back MY Paul. Bleu will do anything it takes and could care more about a BLOODY DYING MAGIKARP THAN I DO ABOUT PUNISHMENT" During the last bit Bleu screamed with all she had as she slammed the cheaply made stool against the floor hard enough to shatter said object and cause splinters to go everywhere on the floor.

"Hey you idiot we're both barefoot and splinters hu-" but I was interrupted by her rebuttal in the form of a full powered Water Gun to the face. The attack was powerful enough to send me flying across the room into the front of the staircase hard enough that it knocked the air out of me but unfortunately I didn't have anything to breathe in besides water. As I laid on the floor sputtering the water out of my lungs Bleu stomped over me hard as she made her way up the stairs (I also saw she was also carrying the whole container of candy, that tub of lard). When she reached the top of the staircase: I heard someone call out to her. Seconds later I heard the sound of foot smack against something small and alive before seeing a familiar purple shape go over the railing and begin to fall about two feet away from me. My reflexes surprised even me as I made a sliding head first dive catch before Zillian could hit the floor. We tumbled on the floor for a moment before coming to a complete stop. We both sighed in relief and then seconds later we heard a door to the guest rooms slam shut.

"I hate to ask bu-"

"ZIL ASKED THE CRAZY BITCH WHAT WAS WRONG AND SHE KICKED ZIL OVER STAIRS! ZIL KILL HER! ZILL RIP HER EYES OUT AND SHOVE IT UP HER TAIL PIPE SO SHE CAN SEE HER OWN THROAT BEING SHOVED UP HER TAIL PIPE-" than came some words, expressions, and body language even I didn't even know the meaning of.

Looks like wasn't as fluent as I thought.

It's times like these I think being able to talk to Pokémon is a curse instead of a blessing because Zil was starting to scare me. What makes it a bit worse/funny is that he was stomping up the stairs to presumably make his threats a reality while cursing to himself in Poke tongue.

As much as I would have somewhat enjoyed seeing Zil attempt his plan: I ran to catch him before he made to the room. I picked him up by the scruff of his neck gave him the 'you-know-you-can't-so-don't-even-try' look and tried to ignore his struggles to escape in order to complete his sadistic mission. To try to make him forget about Bleu I switched our next mission to having...Breakfast? Lunch? Brunch? whatever. Then it was time to get dressed (maybe) and play some violent video games for as long as we could.

I'm lazy. If you don't like it you can bite me.

Anyway we already had one body between us and no matter how much I dislike Bleu there was nothing anyone could do to me that was worth adding another one to that pile. I'm already lost enough sleep over the shit-ton of nightmares I had last night (that I'm not even going to write or so much as think of the details about) with more on the way for a pretty long time.

Besides even though Bleu is a crazy needy bitch with a huge ego; I still love her as one loves family. Hell I'm even sure there was some redeeming qualities somewhere deep deep deep deep deep deep

deep deep deep deep

deep deep deep deep

deep deep deep deep

deep deep deep deep

deeeeeeeep inside her tough armor and cold, twisted heart of hers

somewhere...

Course if I knew about the events that were going to take place I would have gladly helped Zillian complete his mission with a smile that looks kind of like this :D.

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A few hours later I was lugging yet another heavy box while worrying over the fact my schoolwork still wasn't done. Which I knew for a fact that Dad would check that I actually did do it when he got home.

Meaning I only had about an hour till D-Day.

I sighed for the about the hundredth time today just as the doorbell rang. My first reaction was grumble in annoyance since we were expecting more friends, family, and fellow co-workers (even though if they wanted the job they had to move as well) wanting to see for a fact that we were moving again. So far I seen a torrent of people that I swear could have taken up at least half of a football field. To make matters more annoying we were still expecting the other half of it sometime today. Sure 3/4's of them have offered and agreed to help with the move, thus lessening the workload on me. But it's still annoying to hear the doorbell and knocking over and over and over again while also being expected to drop whatever I was doing to answer the door with a heartwarming smile and forced to be as pleasant as possible no matter who was behind that door.

Fuck that.

I was so saturated in stress that someone could pick me up and wring me a rag and would be able fill buckets before I would feel anything resembling even a ounce of relief. I was NOT a happy person to be around at the moment. The only person surpassing my teenage angst was Bleu but that wasn't saying much since I did feel like yelling and screaming while flipping shit constantly and (if I could) Water Gunning anyone that had the misfortune of crossing my path. The only difference between us was that I just had a better handle on my rage so I only seemed slightly grumpy.

Right now however I felt like a Dragonite that was getting poked with a sharp stick during a great nap as a I dropped the box I was carrying in order to be able to stomp towards the door. I swear if Ken was behind that door than I was going to slam it in his pussy whipped face so freaking hard! But it wasn't Ken... It was something from more than one of my nightmares that was so improbable that I had to rub my eyes and pinch myself in order to make sure I didn't pass out from mental and emotional exhaustion.

It was two muscle-bound cops.

Fear and panic shook me to my very core that I knew would show up on my face so l I did what I usually do explain emotions that I needed to hide but failed: I be a jack ass.

"Fellas fellas! If this is about the speeding ticket I got a week ago that I forgot to pay for I swear I'll go to the court house and pay for it ASAP!"

Both cops rolled their eyes and one even face-palmed while the one closest to me said "Oi that's one bad joke I heard way to often" cop turns to his partner "How many times Trevor?"

"Tenth time this week... since we've been in the force? Too many to count sadly" says Trevor

"Yea what he said. Kid just let us in and point us to one of your folks so we can ask a few questions before going on our merry way" At my curious look the cop rolled his eyes again and mumbled "Nosy brat" before showing me a picture I was kinda expecting

"Have you seen this girl?"

I managed to swap my fear and panic with surprise, confusion, and curiosity instead. A great poker face if I say so myself. "Yea I have. Not since yesterday though ever since my Dad fired her for too many sexual harassment complaints against her" Both the cops rolled their eyes again... something they seemed to do a lot much to my annoyance.

Come to think of it most people around me tend to do that around me tend to eye roll a lot. I wonder why?

The one doing all the talking turned to his partner to say. "Why am I not surprised that someone with a criminal record folder full of prostitution, alcohol and drug related charges about-" he move his hands apart like he was suddenly carrying a small box "that thick, gets fired from a decent job due to sexual harassment charges." the cop closest to me sighed before turning back to me and said "Which means this is a dead end...unless you can point us to the tunnels that she works in that is. Wouldn't put it past her to dig in there for something to sell for a quick buck" I shook my head "Tunnels collapsed yesterday" Both cops sighed and the one that was doing all the talking said "and that means that bitch just wasted all three of our's time. Sorry for that kid"

"Don't mention it" By now the cops were walking down the steps towards the gate and their car but it was hard not to listen to the talkative one yelling "I don't care if this bitch is the mayor's daughter! I don't see why we have to look for someone that wild and stupid who probably just hooked up with some guy and skipped town without telling anyone! UGH! kids these days!" The cops were still bitching and moaning as they crossed the distance to their car.

If that's who is defending the city against crime than I have to nothing to worry about as long as I don't do anything stupid I thought as I slowly shut the door.

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-Meanwhile-

The two cops climbed in quietly inside the police cruiser. While one of them started the car the more quiet of the two said "I smell a rat... The kid knows something"

The talkative one laughed heartily "So you picked up on that to did you? With his height and child-like face makes him he look, what? 14-15? but it's his eyes...his eyes betrays his maturity that I don't even see in some adults. The hidden but yet still visible haunted look that he tries to hide behind other emotions doesn't help. The small fry's file however says he's about 17 going on 18 give or take. From the look of his eye and the way he holds himself no one would be able to tell that the small fry is very intelligent with a tons of street and book smarts without looking at this-" cop patted the stack of files sitting on the dash board."-Could be a good or bad thing depending on his current stimuli. But like you said, he has the aura of a rat that is backed up by his minor history with the law. So yes his intelligence is obviously a bad thing...probably just as sneaky too"

Both cops are masters in the language of the body and the emotions visible in the eyes. All they need is a glance and they could write tell you the subject's life's story and the person's personality. Surprisingly this is only part of the reason they were the best at their job and because of that were well sought after by people from most of the continent that wanted justice. Not to mention that (to the pair's dismay) the reason they receive the huge bags full of offers both from both reality and cartoon shows from the people in charge of entertainment industry.

The offers make very good fire material for those cold winter nights they had found out.

The talkative one glanced at the mansion for a moment because he had thought he saw a shadow resembling a figure floating near one of the windows in the corner of his eye; but when he focused on the shadow, it had disappeared. Blaming it on a trick of the light and jet lag he said "Still. we can't do anything about since it looks like they were moving. We can't do any active questioning or investigating inside till the waiting period clears and by then it would be too late. Even a house of that size, the rate they looked they were going they should be done in a couple days tops... Probably past our jurisdiction knowing our luck. "

The quiet one smirked and chucked "Still. They don't fly big wigs like us across the globe and pay large sums for nothing now do they babe?"

It's to the point that the two made a 'first come first serve' rule for their next cases.

The talkative one smirked while he put the cruiser in drive and on the road."No they don't my little bear no they sure don't..." there was a moment of silence before the talkative on said "Um babe I'm sure both of us are still suffering from jet lag and we still have so much shit to do today but I kind of have a really bad case of blue balls from hell since we couldn't fuck on the plane-"

Bathroom was too small.

"-so I was thinking...can we- just his once! -Instead of diving into work straight away. How about we instead procrastinate and head over to the hotel we're staying at and we play with those lazy mutts." He was referring to the Arcanine and the Mightyena asleep in their Pokeballs ."After we fuck, rest, and eat too shake off the jet lag then we can go investigate the tunnels."

Trevor rolled his eyes "You're the only one experiencing blue balls here. It's only been a day and a half since our last rodeo Steve. So the answer is no. Work before play Steve you know that."

Steve smirked as he glanced down then fondled his love's obvious hard and dripping package that was already making a wet spot show through his pants "That's not what this is saying love"

Trevor faked a sad expression but made no move to stop his partner "Aww man you caught me with you astounding detective skills" the last part was heavily laced in sarcasm "But since you caught me being bad I guess that means we'll have to break out the 'other' hand cuffs we use as well'

Steve's smirk turned to a lust filled grin and didn't even attempt to hide a rub against his own already aching junk "I was hoping you packed those. I knew it wasn't just your charm or that delicious tight ass that I fell in love with! It's also your playfulness and ability to surprise and-"

"Shush I get the point. Still...flattery will get you everywhere babe and here I thought it was Spike you married me for" said Trevor as he unbuckled his seat belt and turned off the two-way radio so they could have the privacy needed for a 'prequel '.

Steve sighed in pleasure and did his best not to kill them both when he emerged from the forest back roads into traffic as his husband lapped at his seven inch uncut baby maker like one would lick on a popsicle ."Ha! that jackass!-" Oh damn he had forgotten about how good that mouth was..."-he may be awesome in bed and has a decent personality to boot but he's too dumb to fight his way out of a paper bag! let alone hold a conversation with"

Trevor lifted his head off his husbands junk "He has his quirks. Just like that bitch Leo that is always seems to be in heat but yet you still have the nerve to call him a male "

Steve's laugh was mixed with a moan "Hey! leave Leo alone he just a horn dog that loves it under the tail. It's his preference for getting off like my bondage fetish and your silly foot and paw thing" Trevor raised his head just a bit to aim a pout at his husband that just looked hilarious on a man that size and masculine.

...and hot apparently thanks to his current positioning. Once Steve saw that sight alarm bells had began ringing in his head; the obvious source of the red light of course was from Steve's balls "But you're mostly right about Leo hon." there was a pause as another groan escaped from his throat before Steve could say "uhhh babe if you don't cool it I'm going to blow before we even make it halfway there"

Trevor didn't look one bit bothered about that prospect but still said "sorry babe" as he slowed down a bit in his activity; with no other logical reason other than to make the fun and his husband suffering last just a bit longer.