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Day 14

It's been several weeks since I've been dropped off in this hell hole and I still haven't made any sort of contact with Zillian. Funny thing is we spent that first night together. I remember that night fondly because my clothes were still drying when darkness fell, so I had to sleep naked or risk catching pneumonia . Zil didn't complain and was even was thrilled at that prospect since that meant he had an easy access to objects he seemed to desire and of course used fiercely despite my protest.

Who am I kidding.

I was as just as thrilled to participate as Zil was, even while knowing that the activity wasn't the best way to use the energy we needed to survive. But I felt that we needed to end that shitty day on at least one good note so I said fuck it.

Later I became very thankful of making that decision because the next morning Zillian was gone.

No explanation. Just a note scratched into the dirt that said : A year. I'll be watching.

I mean how cryptic is that? I spent the past couple days searching the area for him for at least an explanation but no luck besides a few (maybe) sights of him but he disappears every single god damn time I try to focus my full gaze on his blurry shape in the corner of my eye. I won't ever give up on him of course but I can't waste all my time trying to find someone that don't want to be found. So I decided to put 5% of my attention on the search with the other 95% of it on surviving.

Still I have no idea what I'm doing besides a few tid bits I remember from survival class. But memory can only carry a person so far and isn't perfect when recalling information. What really hits home the most is that for the first time ever in my life: I'm completely and utterly alone. I never realized until now just how much I relied on people to keep me together until I was dumped here all by myself for just a few days. The noises being made by the wildlife surrounding me doesn't help combat the approaching madness considering the longer I listen to them the more frightened and paranoid I'm becoming. The noises are so maddening that I had to find some way to drown them out to be able to think straight and be productive. Seeing as how I have no device like a music player or a phone with me I have to resort making my own (something that sounds akin to a baboon screaming in a barrel) despite the fact making any sound can and will eventually attract something that can/will kill me without a second thought.

The only thing that's keeping me sane is this note book. This note book is the only thing in a backpack that belonged to a long dead Trainer that I stumbled upon (literally) that could survive the passage of time besides a broken compass, a pencil, a few articles of weather beaten clothing, a flashlight with dead batteries (no spares either), and a book of matches (that are useless to me thanks to my 'power').

When it becomes too dark to continue searching for Zil, forage, and explore; I work on cataloging everything fucked up that has happened the past couple of weeks to me out of boredom and so I wouldn't wind up like that poor soul that I stole this book from. I refuse to die without anyone knowing who I was or how I got here. Which is why in the beginning of this tale I said I just wanted one listener even though they may just think of my words as mad raving of some crazed lunatic

I know for a hundred percent certainty that I would.

Anyway maybe this book can make it to some relatives of mine that are around; but would rather have my friends receive it since I don't very much care for those money hungry relatives of mine. Won't be able to write for much longer though since I'm running out of pages. Such a shame, since it was pretty nice to finally unload all my baggage on something besides the wind.

Oh and did I forget to mention that there is some kind of monster in here with me? How I managed to neglect that detail I'll never know considering it's been a constant horrible threat hanging over my head ever since I stumbled on the first of it's 'leftovers'. Haven't seen it yet (Thank god) but I have gathered a lot of intel from studying the unending flow of corpses that it leaves in its wake day by day. What I learned is this:

The bastard is ginormous with an even bigger unsalable appetite, crazed, very intelligent, and is strictly carnivorous. Evidence of the monster's intelligent and strictly carnivores nature was born from the same reason of most of its victims seem to been in the middle of eating when ambushed; yet the berries are always remain untouched. Meaning I wouldn't be able to trade my life with the salad of plentiful berries and other fruits that I've been currently living on.

Speaking of which I'm already getting sick and tired of eating nothing but fruit! Too bad it's the only positive thing going for me for the moment. Right now I would give and do anything just for an ounce of meat! But sadly can't get it because all the easy prey are long gone (whether from the fact all of them are eaten, very well hidden, or just got the fuck out of Dodge but I can only guess at this point).

As I was saying before I got sidetracked, the size of the monster's appetite is quite obvious considering some corpses appear to have fallen into a blender, drank, and then shitted out. For some reason the beast waste nothing, kind of like the natives did when Christopher Columbus landed here all those years ago. Which is odd considering the beast kills more than enough to live off the tastier bits. What's even weirder is that it will stick to this habit even if that means splurging the previous meal (aftermath is common to stumble upon and it stinks to high hell). If I'm unlucky enough to meet up with the monster I pray that I'm at least fortunate enough to wind up like most of the corpses with no other wounds except their wind pipe being ripped out which always for some reason is usually found nearly touching the body or at least not much further away from it. Due to this piece of information even an idiot can gather that the thing also kills for sport, meaning it's crazed or some type of rabid animal. Which further fucks me because everyone knows smart and crazy mix horribly for the others around the insane.

That much I learned from the time I spent with Darkrai.

Which by the way I haven't seen not once since I got here besides the nightmares he sent me on the second night (apparently I've pissed him off and annoyed him so bad last time we were around each other that I'm the only one of his slaves that has ever been rewarded two nights in a row of his wonderful nightmares. Weirdly I'm proud of this fact; probably because the bastard is the dick ruined my life and some distant part of me still hates him for it or I could just hate his personality. Oddly enough I don't know how I feel about Darkrai. Kinda hard to pin down my feelings for him when he causes a tornado of emotions to swirl around inside of me: some good some bad.

Ugh I really need my head examined.

That is pretty much all my story up to this point and I mustn't write anymore unless something huge happens so I can save space. Considering my luck things can only get better because I'm already at rock bottom. If things get anymore bleaker I'm seriously killing myself. Anything is better than this hell.

End of journal entry

Sighing I put away the journal in its designated spot in the backpack I had found it in; was going to miss writing in that thing...was the only thing I could really do for fun around here. After checking my lifeblood (the dark purple colored flame) had enough fuel to last me the night.

The flame being my life blood is thanks to (I only assume) the unnaturalness of its appearance and light seem to repel any and all wildlife from my vicinity. As an added bonus it only gave off a little bit of light which is all I really needed to see thanks to my new enhancements. Kinda like carrying around a very dim flash light but it's enough that I can actually detect any threat before they got in striking range. Seeing as how normal humans have rather poor night vision I have a feeling I will be grossly underestimated; which of course I'll do my best to make them pay for... if the threat isn't too large.

Shuffling around until I was just a few inches away from the fire,then placed the backpack behind my head to serve as my pillow for the night (hard as fuck but was way softer than the ground) and finally began to lay back and try to relax enough to catch a few direly need Z's that I had a feeling would never come like the last couple nights; at this point I was praying for blessed comatose oblivion.

Only I wasn't half way down to the pillow when I froze and my blood ran cold.

Two ruby eyes were glittering in the darkness from the barest outskirts of the forest almost completely hidden by the large bush that hid them; about eight feet from the clearing my little campsite was in, not to close yet but way to close for my taste.

It was immediately apparent they weren't Zil's

The thing must have seen the horror on my face because no sooner my gaze left it to look for my machete the thing was barreling towards me with rapid thuds of something four-legged and small.

Canine my sleepy and terror seized mind hazily blurted out

I could barely find, grab, and unsheathe the machete before I the creature was upon me and before it could leap towards my throat I lashed out with my blade that it was apparently prepared for it and nimbly dodged out of the way. In the low light I could see it was a small Houndour pup. After that we both froze waiting for each other's next move.

_Travels in packs. _

My body became tense at that little realization but when nothing struck me from behind after a minute and a half I relaxed just a tad and then even more so when I got a good look at the small thing's condition: Bloody with many oozing open wounds and bruises, more than just a little starved (could clearly make out its ribs even in the dim light) and looked half delirious from dehydration. The fact that the thing could barely keep its eyes open even now as it faced me even with the threat of death hanging both of our shoulders proved to me that it was running on nothing but adrenaline...well and anger, an inferno of the emotion to be precise.

Shouldn't have wasted so much time just analyzing the pup's body and instead watched his movements because the next moment I know a burning heat connects with my gut. The burning heat causing me to bite back a scream as my chest and my hands that I use to quickly throw the shirt over my head to stomp it out on the ground but could only get off one stomp before backing away from it once the pain that I felt in its vicinity grew too much to bear.

Leaving the unsalable shirt I cast a quick glance at my torso and discovered that the top portion wasn't burnt off, just in major pain and tiny bit red as if I briefly touched something burning hot. Wasn't until I glanced at the flames and become blinded by them that I figured out why. Flame was overwhelmingly bright, almost Lunar wing like in intensity and was just about as painful to look at. Connections were made and I realized I seemed to be fire proof or at least heat proof...just not light proof.

Which wasn't a resistance at all considering all fires cast light.

That was my favorite shirt! Now considerably pissed I went at the pup with everything I had, lashing out with blade, feet, and fist but even at its current condition still managed to nimbly dodge everything I threw at it. I could blame the fact I was too tired for this shit but true fully I just didn't have the skills necessary to fight off a Pokémon which now that I think about was made this fight a bit one sided and pointless.

Which is exactly why after my relentless assault I found myself tackled onto the ground with a set of jaws latched to my throat.

Despite the state of canine the pup radiated confidence and determination that was probably fueled by the easy victory the extremely obvious male roared (as much as he could with my throat in his mouth) "BRING IT OUT HUMAN!"

I smirked as I tried pointlessly to shake my head "I'm afraid you will have to take me out to dinner first before we do anything like that."

The Houndour growled and looked about ready to retort (or bite into my throat, one or the other) when anger broke away to confusion "Human hear words not growls?"

I moved my head as if to nod but winced when the sharp teeth raked against my skin, but the motion was felt "Now that that's cleared up, your mind tell me what your fucking deal is?"

He shook it's head and the fury came back onto his expression "Doesn't matter. Bring out rat or will tear your throat out! Know it here. Human and camp reek of it!"

What has on Earth could Zil have possibly done to piss this guy off? I shoved that thought aside for now and instead said "I'm really sad to say 'the rat' you speak of isn't here...hasn't been here since I arrived. He sort of bailed on me and we've been separated ever since so I have no clue what you're pissed about or had any control over anything he has done"

Not even seconds after my words were uttered the little pup passed out where it stood which sent into grass as he rolled once before collapsing in a heap; the last of his energy seemingly to have left him after finding out he couldn't settle his strange vendetta with Zillian.

I stared at the pup's unconscious form for a moment trying hard not to feel pity for the pup that looked barely a few months old and was ridiculously small for someone of its species; probably the runt of the litter. I should do the smart thing and just put my blade into him to end his misery plus saving me the headache. Even still the pup did basically just try to kill me or at least hurt me badly. But there were just too many similarities between him and Zil...well just one but even that was enough. When it became increasingly apparent what my decision was going to be I released a deep sigh and mumbling to no one "I'm going to hate myself for this I just know it" then turned around and began climbing the only tree in the clearing of which held the sack that I had fashioned out of a few shirts to contain my food storage.

About twenty minutes later I found myself leaning with my back against what I was beginning to consider my tree as the little canine pup fed weakly from the berries I held in my hand while it rested in my lap. All of its wounds now soaking the 'bandages' that I fashioned from the strips of cloth from what used to be my food container. Of course the first thing I done was clean the wounds with water before applying the bandages as to( even if it was only slightly) decrease the chances of infection since I do hold at least a tiny bit of common sense.

Still the pup turned out worse than I initially thought.

Not only were the wounds numerous but he was also suffering a bit of poison that he acquired from eating some poisonous berries which meant I had to flush that out of his system with vomiting before forcing almost my entire storage of Pecha berries down his throat(which seemed to be very rare in this area sadly which isn't good because Bug and poison types seem to run rampant here.) With only two Pecha berries to my name but him still hungry and me a bit peck-ish we both started munching on some Oran berries and various other fruits in silence.

Wasn't a very awkward silence when the pup revealed his true colors of being pretty laid back in nature (and being one of those types that could fill even the most oppressing silence with something without uttering a word) after figuring out I was an ally with absolutely no involvement in the apparent slaughter of his whole pack.

Something by the way I'm very sure was the doing of another Raticate since there are actually quite a few even in this habitat. But the pup sort of explodes into a rage every time I suggest the mere possibility of him being wrong, so I've decided to just leave the whole huge misunderstanding alone until I can find Zil and clear his name.

Anyway the truth is that despite his entrance the pup is actually a bit playful and still hasn't yet matured out of the puppy stage yet. Even spontaneously started licking and nibbling on my face and hands like a puppy starved for attention; course they were covered in berry juice and the thing was indeed starving physically but the way it's tail wagged and it's eyes lit up while hearing me laugh was all the evidence that I need to prove that it enjoyed the play just as much as I did.

Ten minutes of various playing I had to take a piss and during that whiz I heard the mutt whining even though seconds before I explained to him I wasn't going far and would be back in seconds yet still took a bit of convincing to make it not follow me while I did my business. Poor thing must have been so god damn lonely in the forest without it's pack that it was latching onto the first friendly thing it saw. Didn't say this of course when I returned to get tongue rapped in the face as if I had left for hours. Still I said nothing about the behavior as we continued to eat our berries in silence.

Eventually we had our fill and the pup became strong enough to crawl away from me and just like that the silence became oppressive. Not one of us knew how to fix it so we spent at least a few minutes staring long and hard at one another. Each thinking which was the best way to proceed from here; after another few minutes a stupid idea hit me. Didn't even want to voice it but I was desperate and more than a little curious about anything related to Zil. Didn't help that the anxiety from our separation issue grew with each passing day. Which is probably why my next words that came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them were:

"I was thinking that maybe we could stay together even after your wounds heal up? You seem really fun to be around and strong despite your age and maybe it's better if we stick together to improve our chances of survival considering we both lost those we rely on to live. I'm a bit lonely and could use the company" I found myself laughing nervously as I shook my head again as my gaze turned downcast with slight embarrassment "Actually scratch that. True fully I don't really care much for that stuff...just lonely."

God I'm s** o** pathetic...

The Houndour looked at me long and hard for about a minute before slowly nodding "Agreed. Would be best. But one problem."

"I know I know. the whole 'you wanna eat and then piss all over the remains of my- _wait what are exactly Zil and I? best friends? lovers? friends with benefits? mates? This whole bailing on me in a forest in the middle of nowhere is making me question our relationship. _

All of a sudden the thoughts and questions that I've been repressing all week hit me like sudden gunfire from a submachine gun. Did I do something wrong? Is he pissed at the fact that my practically smothering of him stopped him from growing stronger? By now I was hyper ventilating causing the small pup to look at me with a tinge of worry but I stopped him from getting any closer with my palm since I really needed the room to breathe.

Will this be our relationship for now on!?

My body was raked with a shudder that couldn't seem to stop once it started; wasn't until a wetness started dripping onto my legs that I realized I was crying, practically blubbering pathetically enough. The cold nose fighting against my palms was getting more frantic in its efforts to push past it as my state deteriorated, but still hadn't made it past my defenses.

_What if he has another episode like he did at the bridge?! _

_What if he gets swarmed by multiple attackers like he was a kit! _

_Fuck sleep and playing smart I have to find him NOW! _

I was just beginning the process of standing and was just another few seconds away from sprinting into the dark woods when suddenly a heavy weight rammed into my chest causing me to stumble backwards into my tree with a an even heavier thud. Pain exploded from my back as a sudden wave of unfounded wave of fury and fear consumed me to my very core. When my right hand made for the machete that particular hand was gripped in a vice grip by a small set of jaws and sharp teeth. The familiar pain of being bitten was enough to snap my mind out of the haze of rage, sadness, and fear as a sudden rush of calm embraced me as if I was hugged instead of bitten.

In response to the attack all I said with my gaze focusing on the small pup still sitting on my chest with my hand in his mouth was "Why?"

Another moment or two passed with no hint of a incoming response or change in our awkward positioning. Was only when the pup sensed I was completely calm and wasn't going to make any move when he let go that I was finally allowed my freedom from his jaws. My hand was fine, just bleeding from tiny pin pricks that would heal in a day so which was extremely minor considering Zil left worse wounds in his sleep. My gaze returned to the pup and waited for the pup to explain.

Took his sweet time clearing the blood from his maw first taking a few swipes of his lips with his tongue repeatedly before giving that up and inhaling a berry, once he was finished chewing he said "Brother had same look when he was going to do something dangerous and stupid. No one able to stop him in time when look came and he challenged rat after watching our Omega get slaughtered. They were very close. By now reunited in the Forever Hunt." The pup didn't seem to notice the tears leaking out of his eyes, either that or just didn't care. "No more death...can't take anymore stupid and pointless death of family and friends...no more death...no more death-"

The pup began repeating the last three words over and over again, volume starting out somewhat soft until his voice gradually developed to loud yips and howls of agony. Afraid the pup would attract unneeded attention I hugged him tightly into my chest to at first try to muffle his cries and then wound up muffling both of our cries as a wail escaped me taken me by surprise when my own pain attacked me again. Thing was I didn't even know why I was crying, there was no logical reason for it and it did more harm than good. Yet I couldn't stop nor did I want to stop.

I apparently needed this and needed it badly, Don't care how weak that makes me admitting this. I'm still human no matter much Darkrai or some other bullshit changes me. I still have needs, limits, and issues that people have to help me overcome.

As we lay there crying ore harm pathetically into each other's shoulders I realized something that caused me to release a dry hollow cackle of a laugh as I croaked out. "We don't even know each other's names yet here we are crying into each other's shoulders about two incidents and issues that have no meaning to the other. I don't know about yours but in my culture strangers typically don't cry into each other's shoulder while whining about personal problem with at least fucking first."

The pup cries had to trickle off into mere whimpers and whines before he could finally answer "You're right. Very strange. I guess to fix that I should start, Name's Runt"

Of course it was.

"No last name?" I asked quizzically and my only response was a curious tilt of the pup's head "Never mind, tired. making me say stupid things." I took a sharp inhale through my nose to uselessly attempt to clear the snot that was making it difficult to breathe. Suddenly it finally occurred to my barely functioning mind that I forgot about my slight allergy to dog fur. It's not a horrible reaction or anything, I just get a bit snotty and sneeze-y as if I have a cold.

Getting sick of this whole 'world is out to get me' shit.

After a sneeze I managed to say 'Name's Elliot but you can call me Elly"

There was a moment of silence before he said "Um what's fucking?"

One second I'm crying like a baby and the next I'm laughing like some crazed lunatic at the pup's naivety and poorly timed question. I guess I'd forgotten no matter how much trauma you throw at a child that forces a child to mature faster, that doesn't mean they can't still be a child. I couldn't even regain myself because the pup (now called Runt) was making me laugh even harder because he wanted to know what was so funny like any person in his position. But I couldn't explain cause I couldn't talk which made him growl, grumble, threaten me because he must of thought I was making fun of him which just made me laugh just a bit harder. In the end to stop him from leaving me I had to resort to flipping Runt over and tickle the shit out of him so he could at least laugh with me.

When I finally recovered enough to breathe and eventually talk I said "Kid I can already tell I have ALOT to school you in."

"What was that fit about anyway?" Runt paused as his head once began to tilt "What's school?"

Oh boy this is probably going to be the start of several headaches and weird conversations...

I found myself sighing "I don't feel like answering any questions right now; I'll begin answering any questions you may have in the morning. In fact we could actually swap Inte considering I have some questions for you as well. But like I said that waits until the morning. For now we sleep and don't you dare start harping me about being nocturnal because I already kn-"

I stopped speaking when the sun began to poke out of the horizon. As if in response Runt began to yawn "Scratch that. I guess it's both our bed times." I found myself chuckling before I could say "I guess instead of saying good night what I should be saying good morning lil guy"

Runt was already making himself comfy against my side like the stereotypical canine against his master's side; was already half asleep but was aware enough to grumble "You're not that much bigger than me..."

"You little prick- Ow motherfucker!" For some reason I chose to flick Runt's head plate as payback but the only pain I managed to inflict was on my finger because I don't think he even felt it since Runt was already snoring. As I nursed my finger I began grumbling to no one besides myself, an activity that I know will become a habit if I'm not careful. "Snarky little fuck aren't you. I can already see you and me are gonna get along splendidly. Hell maybe once you get over your family's death you can get along extremely well with Zil, you two already so similar it's impossible for you not to."

I decided to finish the next thought in the safely of my own head so I wouldn't possibly wake and anger Runt with these particular words that would probably piss him off to the point that he would attempt and most like l succeed in ripping out my throat Besides what is family besides just baggage anyway.

With my last thought of the day complete I was attacked by a yawn before slipping into the void of blissful oblivion myself for the first time in days.

Meanwhile unbeknownst to the pair sleeping peacefully in the grass a pair of eyes glittered at them in the darkness of the trees tops,

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With a sign of obvious reluctance a dark shape emerged slowly through the branches of the tree it had been hiding behind while watching the boy and canine get acquainted with each other. After the initial leap down the rodent's strides were confident and purposeful as if knowing no matter how loud it was the pair sleeping soundly on the grass wouldn't detect his presence; which wasn't likely to happen since it's footsteps were completely silent as long as he avoided any and all small twigs. Finally the rodent's short journey abruptly ended and for the longest time didn't do anything besides stare at the boy while completely ignoring the canine's existence.

Fury was more than evident on the rat's facial expression and dark purple eyes as they seemed to glow just slightly despite facing away from the rising sun and being submerged in the shade of the tree. The rodents arms were outstretched yet shaking as if the obvious male was doing everything in his power not to shake or throttle the boy in his sleep. Not being able to talk with disturbing the pair the rodent settled for screaming at the boy with his thoughts as if by doing this the boy would somehow get the message without waking. _You little whore ! How dare Mine sleep with first that doesn't seem to want Mine dead! _

For the first time the rodent's gaze shifted to the canine that was sleeping at his Master's side. The dog shifted in his sleep and snorted as if feeling the glare so filled with hate and loathing that if looks could kill, than Runt would have been dead at least ten times over; probably from vaporization. Especially with this small, ugly ass mutt.

"Can you blame him? Not exactly Disney World in these woods so it's at least somewhat logical for him to latch onto the first friendly thing."

_ "Thought you asleep. Didn't you plan to be asleep except when we hunting?" _ But the tiny voice wasn't yet done with its rant.

"Will you stop treating Elly like object? Boy has name. Use it. Besides he is MINE not yours." The tiny voice took in a large intake of breath before releasing it in a long drawn out sigh before continuing "Plan on it but always wake when Master's scent is in air. Can't help myself . Hate it. With every breath of scent my resolve weakens and the urge to pounce on him increases." The rodent's hand began to idly paw at its sheathe until the slight pink that became visible the moment the rodent entered the vicinity a few seconds ago turned into a lot of pink as the shaft that was already coated with a more than considerable amount of musky pre when it revealed itself to the morning air. "This doesn't help in my fight." the tiny voice's chirring mixed with the one controlling the body as the small paw became pumping faster and faster seemingly as if the small paw had a mind of its own; all while staring fixedly on the boy's sleeping form.

Finally the Houndour sensed that something was amiss (or just nudged awake by the new scent of musk) and the pair had to stop their activates in order to leap into the shadow of the tree just as the Houndour's form shifted and eyes blinked open with tiredness and confusion dominating his expression. Confusion only increasing when it looked around and saw nothing in the vicinity. Seeing nothing the pup snorted before snuggling closer into the boy's groin and sighed contently.

Which consequently caused a growl to rise from the rodent's throat that unsurprisingly that grew louder with each passing second.

Brother would you kindly end him so I can eat his remains.

The rodent's body smirked as a low chuckle began to bubble than leak out of the rodent's throat interrupting the growl just as it become almost loud enough to wake the pair. Nil don't take orders from Zil. Nil said that when Zil gave Nil control of our body. Remember what happens when you break this agreement Brother?

Though the rodent was currently just a lump of shadow just barely darker than the shadow he was taking residence, if anyone should see the rodent's irises at the next moment they would have seen that the irises switch from dark purple into ruby red. _NO! It wasn't order! it was suggestion! Zil sorry! Brother take back control please! _

Why should Nil bother? Zil obviously knows what's best so why not let Nil rest for a change? Nil could use a month or two to relax. Course Nil was just teasing the poor mouse; in fact if Nil had his way, Nil would have control of Zil's body for the rest of the rodent's life since influencing the outside world was so much fun.

But Zil's body wouldn't be able to take the strain of being under constant Darkened combat mode. The effect would be something similar to holding a push-up position. Eventually no matter how strong the person is, the muscle holding the person up will give out which not only is extremely painful for the user but that muscle will also not be usable until the muscle has time to relax and recuperate. Only, if Nil stays in control for too long the effect will be increased at least ten times to the degree that even organs will also begin to shut down one by one since the body is using nearly all of its energy for this current state.

Something that cannot and must not ever happen in a battle that decides life and death or even the long term effect that it had on Zil's health. Course they didn't figure this all out by themselves or they would be dead by now. The pair was warned about all this when after the second day once they had collapsed and almost died while fighting a Nidoking they accidentally pissed off. It was only thanks to the interference of Darkrai that they were able to survive and afterwards become aware of this piece of information.

Which is why Nil must do everything he can to make sure Zil almost matches him in strength. Something they had been working on almost non-stop for days once Nil had gotten used to having a body instead of being an intangible mass inside of Zil and had gotten strong enough to pull their asses out of the fire if things grew too hot. Strength for fun that was the arrangement that Nil and Zil made when all this came into being during the second day of their first week together after Darkrai was finished with his work. Nil even managed to squeeze out a few more drops of fun out of the situation after making up a few lies without Zil being none the wiser. But there is only one tiny problem: the process of getting Zil stronger is really slow because he can only seem to be handle only one kill before losing himself in a blood frenzy on the next. Something extremely fun for the both of them during the event (Zil feels a tinge of regret afterwards but only because he is scared of Elly finding the mess and working out what caused the injuries) but it also causes the pair to bite off more than they can chew which has gotten them into more than one situation where Darkrai has to save them time and time again until it eventually reached the point where Darkrai vowed never to do so again; leaving the pair to play more carefully.

Please Brother the mutt is waking up and I'm about to lose my grip on the darkness hiding us!

Nil allowed himself to release a sigh before saying Relax brother only joking. I could tell from your pathetic voice that it was just a suggestion. Needed to give us a moment to catch our breath was all give Nil- Nil paused for a moment to consider an idea than came to him. On second though why don't you finish him off? this pup so young and weak that should take but a second. Even someone as pathetic as you can kill the pup blind folded, not much gain from it but a tiny bit exp. is better than nothing.

Your such an ass but at least Nil has an occasional good idea.

Whatever just get it over with. We've been here too long and we still have scent markers to place.

Fine

So Zil walked up to the little runt of a dog then raised a claw up high and-

Zil lowed the claw to his chin and rubbed it as if considering a problem than exclaimed "Hey! This bastard looks familiar." than covered his mouth and dove into the darkness when he realized he had said that sentence aloud.

But apparently the boy and dog shared the common trait of being heavy sleepers.

Shhhh! you fucking idiot Zil wanna wake them?! Zil remember how hard it was to leave Mine the first time? Well it's gonna be just as difficult if not harder the second time since the bastard sleeping next to him can sniff us out.

I know that just slipped out is all!

Nil took another moment to sigh to himself before saying "But Zil right. This is the bastard that slipped away from us the night before last night. Was just so small that we couldn't find him afterwards when we killed off the rest of his pack. Must have followed his nose using our unique scent trail to where our scent was strongest to find out den except he only found the extension of our den thanks to the scent markers we placed around Mi-

Elliot or Elly!

Fine! -Elliot's camp to repel the other Pokémon away from Elly. Happy now you little shit!?

Yes.

Just fucking kill him already! We've still got scent markers to freshen up and small fry to eat.

Will just take a second boss. With that Zil as a shadowy blur slowly emerged silently sprinted glided his way toward the pup who had broke away from Elliot to empty his bladder . Poor pup didn't even realize something was coming for him nor did the pup notice the malevolent intent in the air. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. One second he was alone and the next Zil was behind him with both his long and sharp claws raised high up in the air then coming straight down on to the pups neck to cut off the sound that would escape from it before landing the killing blow.

Only the blow didn't land.

Before it could Zil and Nil were sent flying backward into the woods from a psychic blast until they landed hard into a large oak tree about a mile away from his starting position.

"What the hell just happened!" both rodents shouted out loud glaring hate filled daggers into the brush. that they had been pushed through.

~~~

A familiar voice slammed into the duo's unified mind *Sorry was just checking in on you tw-three as scheduled when you came out of the thicket and my curiosity got the better of me. Eventually I figured out what you were going to do which at first thought it was the best solution. But than suddenly an idea occurred to me. *

Zil's irises shifted to dark purple "Your nearly perfect timing is really starting to get on my nerves." Nil mumbled before saying louder and fury completely evident in his voice "What use could possibly have for that runt bastard of a mutt!"

Zil's irises turned back to ruby red "Has it already been a week? Nil doesn't mean any offense by talking like that just kind of angry you interrupted is all. But Zil curious as well if you don't mind us asking Alpha"

Zil's irises shifts once again to dark purple "Brown nosing kiss ass"

"I would listen to the cowardly one Nil. My disposition is rather bad today thanks to certain events so I don't have much patience especially for anyone pulling an Elliot.

"Sorry Alpha sometimes Nil can't help myself...what is your idea my liege?"

Darkrai cleared his throat before saying "As you know: Elliot is stubborn. This stubborn-ness is making him subconsciously fight the darkness inside of him which is I think why he decided to spare the little Houndour pup than befriend it rather than doing the logical thing of putting it out of its misery and not waste his already extremely precious and limited supplies on him"

"I didn't even think of supplies. That fucking idiot, I can't leave him for five freaking seconds without him doing something stupid" This time the rodent's eyes were ruby red.

"Right. Well anyway this time regarding the pup issue is actually somewhat a good thing. Sure it puts a limiter on his resources but when thinking about the long term benefits it's actually a good thing...that is if he is smart enough to figure out the benefits."

"For those that are idiots please elaborate on these so called benefits" dark purple eyed Zillian says while tapping one foot impatiently. That is until ruby eyed Zil took control, chuckled and shook his head "It means idiot that the mutt will be Elliot's teacher when it comes to using his fire abilities, other essential combat things, defender since we can't be with him 24/7, and a way for him to get over his phobia for taking place in Pokémon battles by using someone else he doesn't care for yet as a tool until he gradually sees that his phobia is stupid and foolish. I'm right aren't I Alpha?"

"You will be correct Zil. I would give you a cookie as a award but I'm afraid that I don't carry those readily with me."

Zil appeared somewhat proud even though he was faking a pout. That is until another switch took place and Nil started laughing "You gullible idiot he's making fun of you for being a know-it all!"

Was kind of strange to Darkrai to see someone's expression rapidly switching from mirth to misery every couple of seconds. Well actually the whole thing was very strange. In fact if Darkrai wasn't aware of the details and had taken part in the experiment of the separation of the rat's personality to split into two parts: one of logic and calm, the other into passion and darker stuff (as were the rat's desires at the time during the first night after the rodent caught him giving the boy his deserved dose nightmares) than Darkrai would have thought the rat utterly and dangerously insane.

Which is saying something when coming from this particular legendary.

"That's a cookie for Nil. I'd say, ever since you two been split apart you've become a lot more- productive if that makes sense."

"It does." says Nil nodding

Back to Zil "We think so too but sometimes it feels a little much. Feels like we are pulling each other in opposite directions constantly" Zil's miserable look returned once again as he said "Emotions seem to strengthen him so 9/10 times I find myself being dragged around kicking and screaming for the ride... Sometimes it appears he is the stronger personality and not me"

The poor little rat appeared so pathetic that Darkrai couldn't help but place his hand on the rat's head in sort of a petting action, but a little more of just a single rub. The action was to prevent the rat from bawling (which seemingly was common occurrence) more so than out of pity since Darkrai didn't think his head could endure the migraine getting any worse without him snapping at someone for whatever reason.

It had been a long day.

Nil shook his head "No dumb-ass, that's completely wrong. Zil just underestimating himself. Nothing has changed since we were one being, Zil always has been influenced by the tiniest bit of emotion and will allow emotions take advantage of Zil briefly. After you realize you lost control I have about two seconds before it's ME that gets yanked by neck roughly to where you want to go like a dog being dragged on a leash. The only reason i have so much control and power now is because our combined will has surrendered all rights to me."

Darkrai's eyebrows raised up as he said "I thought Zil was the logical one?"

Nil shrugged "I'm only speaking from experience, not any sort of thought process going into that answer. Zil is depressed. Separation sickness getting worse causing him to miss things and lose faith in himself easily. Thanks to darkness Loneliness, sadness, and love are not emotions that I feel. Meaning I feel nothing for the boy besides a feeling of ownership and lust thus am separate from Zil's issue.

Sounded like logic to Darkrai...and shouldn't passion feel emotions and not the logical one? So why are both experiencing some form of logic and emotion? Oh Gods trying to make sense of this was making Darkrai's head hurt even more. Thank goodness this change was only temporary until the rat became strong enough mentally and physically to handle fighting by himself.

That is unless the process takes long enough that each one develops their own separate, unique, and complex personality; in which case it will become impossible for Darkrai to merge them again without the rat's psyche breaking under the strain. Meaning once the time passes a certain period the rat was going to have to live and deal with a touch of schizophrenia and multiple personality disorder for the rest of his life.

Something of which Darkrai has still neglected to tell the rat and most likely never will because of the rat's timid nature will once again cause him to back out of something constructive if there is even a hint of a dangerous risk involved.

All of a sudden the rodent sat up from its position on the ground and began walking down the path his body made through the thicket. "Um... what are you two going and doing? If you're going to try to get rid of the pup again I would advise against it because I'm not in the mood to play that game."

"We aren't. We are just giving out a test is all. If the pup passes than we will never strike it or get in its way in the future. If it loses it dies by our hands because Elliot will be injured as a result; once our punishment is over we will seek a stronger teacher for Elliot. Plus we have scent markers to make before he wakes up" Darkrai couldn't figure out which one said this since the he was facing the rat's back.

"Great plan. Can I have the details so I can help or at the very least administer safety precautions?" Darkrai said while quickly gliding over to the mouse

"Nah. we got it. Something simple that can't really go wrong if we are careful. We've taken enough of your time Alpha, thanks for the offer though"

"Nice. I got things to do anyway so I'll be seeing you. Good luck."

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We woke up to a surprise when morning turned into noon. Scratched next to us in the dirt was a note written in familiar handwriting

It was from Zil.

Zil see you won't wait for me and have already replaced Zil :( Zil won't get in the way of a little oral and pawing cause Zil understands and encourage it. But if mutt lands one paw on your ass Zil rip him in two.

I must have stared at that message for like five minutes before fury took over all sense of logic and made me shout at the top of my lungs " YOU'RE NOT MY KEEPER SO FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!"

Way off in deep in the trees came a answer I wasn't even expecting "COME ON THEN AND FUCK ME YOU BITCH!" That was Zillian...

"Elliot wait!" called out Runt as I started sprinting towards the direction of the voice. But I ignored the factor that didn't even matter to me anymore. I ignored every scratch and scrape I received as punishment for disturbing the foliage and tripping, and stumbling over things I didn't realize was there. I even ignored just going every single potentially dangerous animal and Pokémon in my path that would normally scare me shitless and make me take off in the other direction. The only things in my brain was the fact the voice that I heard moments ago was Zillian.

'That was Zillian' repeated in my head over and over again as the questions I wanted to ask and things that I wanted to do to him that ranged from punching the shit out of him to kissing then fucking him on the spot came barreling into my brain one after another.

Hell I didn't even know where I was going exactly or which way my camp was! All I had was the general direction where the voice came from and that' was it and because of this reason I knew I had to find Zil or die trying.

Seems like the last one was going to be my fate because I was so preoccupied with what was going on in my head that I didn't notice that I had ran into Scyther territory until one came out of nowhere to aim a slash a my stomach that would mostly likely cut me in two if I didn't stop right this very second.

But we all know how much a bitch inertia and momentum are.