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I was shocked almost completely sober when I realized what I just done. I was aware of being a bit slammed but damn! I didn't know alcohol made you THIS stupid. I thought quickly to find some way to fix the mess my mouth made.

"Why are guys looking at me like that? I was only joking! I'm trashed as hell and even I could see what Bleu wanted" I faked a laugh that immediately became a real one that made me fall out of my chair taking Zillian with me. My reaction just made Zillian laugh even harder; the very small part of me that was sober crossed his fingers and prayed that my quick thinking saved me.

It was as if someone hit the unfreeze button on everyone in the room and my ears were bombarded with an all out uproar of disapproval on...well all my actions that I did the past couple days that were obviously wrong and stupid but I did them anyway.

I heard the crash of a chair falling to the floor and a heavy stomps coming toward me. All of a sudden I felt someone yank hard on my collar pulling me to my feet and beyond so that I was a few inches off the ground. Through the dizziness and the blurry vision I was expecting to see Dad: but no it was Mom and she was PISSED.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW WORRIED WE'VE ALL BEEN ABOUT YOU! HOW DARE YOU PULL A STUNT LIKE THIS" My mom's angelic features had morphed into those of a demon lady I had seen in a movie once as she drug me out of the room screaming at full volume the entire time; she made a Exploud yell sound like a whisper. "LET ALONE CASUALLY JOKE ABOUT BEING ABLE TO UNDERSTAND POKETONGUE- If she only knew..."-WHICH IS EXTREMELY ILLEGAL AND YOU WOULD BE EIGHTY BEFORE OUR PUNISHMENT FOR YOU ENDS AND THIS IS EVEN BEFORE THE LAW EVER FOUND OUT" I knew about the law part but just what kind of punishment are we talking about from her end!?

We made it to our destination apparently because Mom kicked a door in and threw me inside a shower and turned on the coldest shower I had ever experienced: forcing me to let out a girlish yell as she threw in Zillian, who was apparently aimed at my head (too bad my mom had almost perfect aim given to her by tossing Prince's Poke ball onto the field back in her days as a Trainer) because our heads collided causing us both to yelp/squeak in pain and tumble into the floor. We sat in the tub rubbing our aching foreheads while Mom continued to scream."-AS SOON AS YOU SOBER UP I WANT AN EXPLANATION FOR YOUR BEHAVIOR FOR ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING RIGHT BEFORE I GROUND YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR YOUNG LIFE!" at the end of her rant she slammed the door (poor door) and we listened to her steps as she stomped away.

My mom was apparently very scary...Zil thought Dad was terrifying...how in the hell have I managed to avoid seeing her explode like that until just now? I honestly rather face five Darkrai's then see that demon ever again.

I sighed as I began our unplanned shower, which I definitely needed after not having one for... five days? I lost count...huh Zil and I must reek! The small bathroom was quiet besides the sound of running water since no words were exchanged between me and Zillian because I needed to organize my thoughts. Besides we were too terrified of the consequences of uttering a peep .

I turned the knob of the shower that slowed the freezing water (was too afraid to turn it warmer) to a stop. A shame considering that the shower was very refreshing. For a moment we just watched all the dirt and grime that was on caked on our bodies go down the drain as I continued to think about our next course of action. Then I quickly dried myself off and donned the robe that Jasper must have snuck in here without me realizing it. After I was ready to leave I let out another sigh (is it me or have there been a lot of these lately?) and turning my face towards Zil's who was currently on my right shoulder staring at me somewhat grimly. We stared at each other for a moment or two before my face broke into a small smile "I think...it's time to be a hundred percent truthful"

Zil just looked at me like I was nuts and I rolled my eyes "I mean despite the murder and the Poke tongue thing. I meant about everything else that's going on with us" I was getting really tired of the amount of secrets that I was holding: I could barely even keep them fucking straight in my head! It shouldn't be possible for someone my age to have so many dark secrets but here I am...

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Ten minutes later I was sitting in a wooden chair in the first living room with Zillian lying in my lap while I stroked his fur out of habit. We both tried our best to ignore the annoyed crowd standing behind an equally annoyed and still fuming parents: all were glaring at us expectantly. This was sadly a familiar scene for me since I was indeed the trouble maker of the family. The only thing abnormal about this scene was that this time was a lot more serious than a prank gone wrong or getting caught with pot...for the third time.

Might as well get this over with. I sighed "What do you want to know first?"

"Beginning. Don't be a jackass about it by going blow by blow on how you started the day" was the reply from everyone said at the exact same time as though choreographed.

"You guys are no fun" silence was my only answer. S_o much for breaking the ice._ I thought grimly

I sighed "Fine I'll do this the nice way." I cleared my throat and began.

"Remember when I woke up and Darkrai came back but I said I never seen him before?"

Everyone nodded "Don't tell me you lied" Dad growled as he glared at me threateningly. I quickly shook my head and said "No no no! I really didn't remember him at the time! The first thing he did when you guys were blasted unconscious was restore my memory"

"Which means-" Mom began as she placed a hand over her mouth with a gasp

I nodded "Yes. Darkrai planned that whole thing incident as early as during his first appearance. Just before Darkrai left he erased my memories so he could dupe not just you guys but me as well."

Everyone looked at me in confusion, only Dad vocalized the question on everyone's mind "Why did he need to dupe you?" I started playing with Zillian's ears by alternating between scratching and giving them a slight tug "I don't know exactly for sure. But I'm ninety-five percent certain that it's because he needs a bit of trust or surprise in ord- ...*cough* *cough* *gasp*!

That's enough little mouse_ _growled a familiar, dark, and cold voice coming from inside my head as I felt the wind immediately leave my lungs. From the sounds of it Zillian was suffering the same fate as well.

"Enough boys stop with the- Holy mother of God! Look at their throats and chest!" I looked down to see a familiar looking shadow arm coming from within my chest to apply pressure to my throat.

"So you are watching you bastard...can't say I'm surprised cause I'm not."

Don't flatter yourself boy. I just laid a trap inside the darkness inside your soul to prevent you from blabbering what's only between us. You won't hear from me for a short period of time after this recording is done. I heard a click meaning the recording was done. That fucker predicted my response; can't say I'm too surprised though since he had been inside me.

...That sounds wrong on so many levels... I felt a bone chilling shiver pass through me that had nothing to do with a sudden chill.

Still don't know what's more upsetting: that he was thinking 4-6 steps ahead or the fact I wasn't even worth his time. I hate him so fucking much! Despite being tongue tied (almost literally) I still tried to choke out what I was trying to spit out. Dark spots dominated my vision and I felt I was beginning to pass out from lack of oxygen from my brain.

Eventually I lost the will to fight the losing battle and I mentally shouted FINE! Immediately the shadow arm dispersed like it hadn't been there, leaving Zillian and I to gasp for air. I extended my arm out to stop my mom from coming close because we really needed the breathing room.

I tried to explain what happened but all that I managed to choke out is "He's watching. I can't say anymore about that"

I looked up to see that everyone was looking around the room fearfully which was probably why the bastard only allowed me to say that. We sat back in the chair while everyone looked too nervous to ask any more questions so instead I just continued "What he did..." I shook my head in a foolish attempt to shake off the dizziness but ended up just making it worse "Is horrible enough that it makes me feel I have to fight it by any. means. necessary. "

I flicked my head and gaze towards the kitchen before flicking it back to my auidience "Which brings me to the feather. Which is probably what all of you guys really wanted to know anyway... weeell that and the drunk thing. Anyway- I started messing with Zillian's ears again while he attempted to nom on my fingers and I did my best to dodge them while trying to continue playing with his ears: one of our favorite little games. Just a test of wills to see which one of us would give up first. If he wins he gets to playfully nom on my fingers till they get sore and covered with drool and if I win I get to scratch and tug on his ears till I got bored. So the stakes were pretty high."-thanks to whatever Darkrai did to us. The feather causes us extreme pain and agony but to us it's like resetting a broken bone; it's painful as hell but if you don't want to become disfigured and in pain for the rest of your life:it needs to be done... At least this is what my gut tells me anyway. Zil used his own special method to tell me that he agrees with me when I told him."

Except Zil's special way wasn't even remotely close to what they were thinking.

"You probably already guessed already how we took the feather. But you probably don't know how we got the alcohol when I'm underage let alone have no way of going into town without anyone seeing or finding out." With a smirk I turned to stare straight at Jasper "what you probably didn't notice was that the wine cellar key was also missing." I heard a jingle of keys and saw him count them before I heard Jasper curse under his breath. I took the key out of my pocket with a smile and tossed it to him while ignoring the stupefied and pissed off glare he gave me as a reply.

"What's your fucked up reasoning behind that then?" questioned Mom with hands on her hips

My smile was immediately wiped off my face "When someone in the movies is under unbearable physical, mental, or emotional agony and they don't want to/can't get the treatment or painkillers to fix it: What is the first thing they grab in the movies?"

"Alcohol" replied Dad matter-of-factly with a contemplative rub of his beard. Mom saw the look and said "Don't even think about it mister, you can't handle even the tiniest amount of it without being down and out for the rest of the next day. Dad looked a bit flustered while the rest of us laughed. Mom then turned back to me with a glare "Though I see your logic I still don't approve of your idiotic behavior! There is easier ways to fix a problem then self torment! Like I don't know... tell us that something is wrong!?"

A sea of red filled my vision "If I did that what would you do in response?!" I was getting pissed now obviously; did she think I was an idiot?! "Mom, if I said- changing my voice into a mocking little kid voice-'Mommy voices are telling me to do- in the middle of my sentence an idea occurred to me -'b'*cough*'a'*cough* 'd '*gasp*things how would you react to that huh? I'm guessing-"

You brat! you think you found the loophole!!! *click*the shadow arm came flying out of my chest at record speed, pulled back, and bitch smacked me out of chair and sent me on a trip halfway across the room before I could even think to react. I apologized profusely promising not to try anything like that again but arm still didn't stop smacking and punching me even when those promises turned sincere. The hand wasn't satisfied until my nose was gushing blood, made sure my face was completely covered in soon to be big dark purple bruises ,and lying in the fetal position doing nothing but crying and basically whimpering in submission. Even when I was in this state the hand didn't disappear until it got a few more licks in.

It was right about then when I asked myself why I was even fighting in the first place...I mean with pain like this happening every time I so much as attempted to put up a tiny bit of a fight with very little to no results gained or in sight: then what was even the point?

I was still in this pathetic state when I heard the sounds of Zillian sprinting across the small distance that separated him from my side. Somehow Zil managed to wiggle and fight his way through the barrier my arms and legs were making so he could place his tiny paws against my chest. Then I began to experience a warm wetness nuzzle furiously against my face. Knowing it was pointless to keep up my guard I adjusted myself to give him an easier access. When I opened my closed eyes I saw that Zillian had tears of his own gushing down his unmarked face. Well at least he left you alone my friend. Using the opening I gave him Zillian immediately began grooming my face of snot and tears despite my weak protest with slow careful laps of his tongue as he mumbled "Stop...stop fighting him...please...can't take it...just submit to the Alpha my Master" there he goes again...I told him to stop calling me that and only call me by my name or at least an insult. But the stupid mouse just can't help himself when he is worried or scared for me. Oh well...I guess I'll let it slide this time.

I sensed everyone move to stand in front of us at exactly the same distance they were before the beating but no further; they must have been afraid of the possibility of pissing off Darkrai even more. So after a moment or two I chose to finish what I was saying earlier "-call the cops? who would then call the government, who would call National Security, who would just kidnap us and place us in different locations under armed guard. Thinking that would minimize the danger till they get a better handle on the situation... Sad thing is it wouldn't even help in the slightest. Just him piss off and be only a slightly inconvenience to Darkrai since he would be forced to break us out and place us on a tighter leash...Hell Darkrai probably has even the government in his pocket by now..."

I felt a hand on each of my shoulders; when I looked up I saw Dad and Mom with tears in their eyes; both fury, helplessness, and extreme sadness dominated their expressions. Dad cleared his throat but didn't wipe his tears away, seemed he gave up doing that as well. "Son...you may be exactly right about military help but I'm sure there is other are more helpful means of assistance. Just. have. hope."

I started laughing. I couldn't help nor hold back the maniacal laughter bubbling and spilling from my chest that did nothing for the tears gushing down my cheeks that just wouldn't stop "HOPE?! what sick twisted joke is that?! Where would I place this hope on Dad? ON WHO DAD!? please answer me who can stop something as powerful as three legendaries breathing down our necks!" My parents mouths dropped in shock and I watched the color drain from their faces "Oh that's right I didn't tell you! Darkrai isn't working alone and isn't the master mind! Just some lackey whose strings are pulled by something a thousand times worse!

A cold voice echoed in my thoughts that I sensed wasn't a recording this time "I'll make you pay dearly for your blathering and insults!" I ignored that voice for now "How dare you fucking ignore me!"

A migraine was starting to forming in my head and I welcomed it because it was helping get rid of the insane laughing that was making it impossible to breathe. Probably seeing that he was actually helping my concentration the migraine stopped. Instead I felt something force me to laugh just as hard as I was before, as if the migraine never even happened. But even with the insane laughter I still heard a familiar harsh whisper beside my ear say "I'll just punish you in your dreams...so enjoy your little episode for now" This was followed by a cold laugh but no one was there though when I glanced behind me. Just a door to the outside.

"But Cressilia-" My mom began but stopped when she saw she was only made me laugh harder

When I finally calmed down enough to breath and talk I said "That's the third one! Mom did you even see what just a lowly feather from her does to me!? To her I'm basically in league with him now! Do you know what she said when she failed to help me last time they were here? Well I certainly do because I wasn't in a deep enough sleep yet to fail to hear her say-" I cleared my throat and said in my best impression of the very stuck up, cold as ice, feminine sounding tone I heard before. "-and I quote: I should just end you now little *cough* *cough* *sputter* ones and be done with it; before you come back to bite me in the ass. You're not even savable anyway. Too far gone.- She even put a blade to my neck which is where this came from!" I pointed to a bandage still covering up the deep cut on my neck "Oh but she didn't stop there! *chuckle* *snort* "than she says - but I can't because I need to use you as bait and see exactly how Darkrai managed to do this' unquote"

I paused to think before saying "Or something like that cause I'm iffy on the last part since that's when I finally passed out. But the point is: that means after she is done with her petty feud she is gunning for me! Something tells me she would do that with a fucking smile!"

My fit finally seemed to over when I managed to calm down again which left me collapsed on the floor drained "You want to know the worst part?" I tried to hold back my tears but couldn't so I looked at them with fury in my eyes "Darkrai and Cressilia both basically said I wasn't special in anyway. Just have something unique about me enough that I have some big part to play but that's all. Darkrai even said I'm still expendable. I'm nothing more than a pawn to them that has a use. A move. before it gets taken and tossed aside like trash."

Zillian gazed down at the floor; his very gaze held enough sadness that could fill a large lake as he mumbled "At least you have use...Alpha said Zil nothing but weapon. tool. that will be replaced if Zil should crack or break."

I cradled Zillian into my chest and whispered in his ear "Zil no matter what that bastard said to you it's bull shit. You're not a tool or a weapon that can just be replaced when damaged or destroyed. You may be to Darkrai. But to me if I lost you: I would lose the glue that holds me together and I would crumble to dust. Meaning nobody wins because I wouldn't give any sort of damn about myself or anything else for that matter. I would eventually reach the point that I would gladly welcome death with open arms. You understand?" I felt Zillian nod then I looked up to face the people I call my family and friends to say to them one final thing.

"Now you know what we're up against. We have no powerful allies, there is no master plan, there isn't any powerful weapon or item that we can find to save ourselves with. Of course not...This is reality after all and in reality... it's just Zillian and myself vs. a fate that has been planned for us years ago by the powerful monsters told in stories used to terrify little children into listening to their elders."

Still hugging Zillian I adjusted my posture so that way I could sit cross legged on the floor: tears now dripping down and making their slow journey through the fuzzy forest on my legs to pool on the floor "Anyone that tries to help or interfere will just get sucked into the mess as well or painfully dealt with" I let out a cold laugh "and judging by the way they treat their so called underlings: I'd say the most probable result is the last one"

I then gazed sadly at the mouse still sobbing and shaking in my arms and paused to wipe my own eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today before saying:

"So there is nothing anyone can do to save us from this fate"