Me:  Hello, and welcome to Chapter....  Uh....

Kun:  *bouncing off the walls*  TWO!  OMG!  YES!  T^T  So proud of you, Author!

Me:  So if you're continuing the story...  Kudos 2 u!  ^.^  Expect a chapter a week or earlier.  If I don't put up another chapter...I'm probably dead or something....  Okay, so here's the deal.  I kinda have a plot now.  And I guest star in this for a few minutes as "almost Jesus...or God...or supreme overlord...."  Also, all my chapters are now going to be like this... "The one where...."  something something something cause I'm bad a chapter names....  -_-'  So the chapters are probably NOT going to have anything to do with the topic. 

Kun:  *glare*  Enjoy the chappie!  Comment please!

Me: . . .Why is this chapter ...funny?  ...*depression*  It WAS supposed to be "serious"...  T.T

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Tentative:  Chapter 2!  The One Where We Actually Get Somewhere!  Yay!


Our story, once again, starts in the town of Twinleaf, 7pm, one week after Dawn left to start her own Pokemon journey. Dawn’s mother, of course, informed everyone of her daughter’s journey and the fact that she now has company, which included a boy close to her age…much to Kun’s dismay. Chan was glad that Dawn didn’t have to travel alone but secretly wished she would come back because…Kun was just getting more hyper about wanting to go off on his own.

Every week, a Pokemon Special broadcasts on the TV and Kun never misses it except for last week’s, because of a certain blue haired girl’s departure and his endless and idiotic efforts of trying to find out how to perform the art of appearing out of no where.
All that just resulted in depression.

Depression doesn’t last long for Kun, but unfortunately, it lasted long enough for the sulking blond to miss last week’s Pokemon Special. But this week....

Kun’s auburn eyes sparkled as he watch the dramatic conclusion of, “Search for the Red Gyarados!”

“Whoa!” he huffed, making a fist in anticipation. “That’s so cool! There has to be-“

“Kun!” his mom interrupted.

“Gah,” Kun breathed and shouted, “WHAT?!”

“DON'T SCREAM AT ME! I'M YOUR MOTHER!”

“I KNOW THAT! I LIVE WITH YOU!!”

“STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF AND GET DOWN HERE! . . .AND TAKE YOUR MEDICINE!”

“BUT MOM-”

“DAMION, WHATEVER OUR LAST NAME IS, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
. . .

Kun glared at the ceiling while muttering something about scene cuts and the lack of last names....

Across the street, Chan was completely frozen in her spot in front of her TV. “G-g-gyaradossss....” she stuttered and hoped she'd never see one as long as she lived.

“Chan, dinner time!” Chan's mother called.

“Uh-huh...okay....”

Thirty minutes later, Chan figured Kun would want to do something...stupid... and she set out to find him before...he did something.... But as soon as she stepped on the “Welcome” mat in front of Kun's front door, it swung open, and-

. . .

“Huh? No...thud? No shouting? No pain?” Chan wondered, and stepped inside. “What if Damion...died? And why did the door open?...”

Her eyes looked around for evidence of murder and found something very alarming. No person was in the neat living room, including Kun's mom, who usually was standing around, as if waiting for someone to talk to her.... Odd. It's almost like she's a stand by character.  (coughkindacough)

“I mean...” she continued, climbing up the stairs. “If he didn't run into me for once, something serious must have happened....”

Serious indeed....

“ZOMG! I WAS-”

“KUN, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!!!!!!! IT'S ONLY ME!! JESUS!!”

“. . .YOU'RE NOT JESUS!”

“I DIDN'T SAY THAT! NO COMMA! ...Wait, now that I think about it.... I kinda am Jesus...at least in this fic.... I'm like... almost Jesus.... Or God... Or supreme overlord.... BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT!”

Chan flinched and very quickly decided not to look into Kun's room. It's not like Kun's room is a sight to behold anyway.... Instead, she backed off into the living room but not out of hearing range.

“EVIL BEGONE!” Chan assumed this to be Kun. “I KNOW IT'S YOU, THAT'S WHY I'M DOING THIS!!”

“SHUT UP, IDIOT! AND PUT THAT PEN DOWN!”

“. . .”

Chan gasped, “Damion...shut up? That's almost impossible....”

. . .

“...Damn, guess who's here? Hey, before I go to screw up another one of my stories by making totally random appearances, did you know that there's some guy named Rower...or something like that, coming to town later?”

“. . .Who's that?”

“I DON'T KNOW! WHY DO YA THINK I SAID SOME GUY?!”

“Yeah, well.... GO AWAY!”

“. . .If you catch him early, you'll meet someone important to the “plot”... and you won't need to wait! 'Kay, love you, bye!”

. . .

Chan gasped again and Kun jumped down the stairs. When he saw Chan, he grabbed her wrist and yelled, “NO WAIT!! SCENE EDIT! LET'S FIND THAT PROFESSER ROWAN GUY!”

“Wait for what?!”

The blond stopped on his heel and released Chan, who stumbled a few steps. His expression went blank. “I'm not sure.... Hey, whatever! No waiting, more time!” And he resumed his running with Chan barely keeping up.

'At least, he forgot...the Pokemon thing....' she thought.

Just outside Twinleaf town is a dirt road made by people who continuously walk on the natural grass. Like these two people called Professor...Rowan....
and ...Lucas...yeah....  (-_-'  Couldn't decide between Kouki or Diamond....)

Professor Rowan's kinda old, as one would expect from someone called professor, and slightly intimidating from the top of his oddly full head of white hair to his shiny black shoes. He's been gone for a while, four years to be exact, and just arrived a few days ago back to Sinnoh to research Pokemon again.

His assistant, Lucas, usually looked like he just came out of bed. Lucas hid his messy navy hair with a red beret. The jeans he wore seemed to be too big for him, not that he cared, and the black and white sleeved shirt fit a little snug. Honestly, it looked like he threw something on so he wouldn't be arrested for public nudity. Carrying a briefcase loosely and dragging himself along, Lucas's half closed gray eyes slipped shut and he continued walking subconsciously.

“Lucas!” barked the old man.

“Ah!” Lucas started, fumbled with his hold on the briefcase, and gazed about in question. “Oh...what is it, Professor?”

“If you drop that briefcase, my lazy assistant....” Rowan threatened, “I'll have to tell your parents....”

Lucas frowned and sweatdropped. “I don't think that's necessary. I know what's in here so I won't drop it.... Probably.... Anyway, professor, what are we doing out so late? It's past my bed time....”

Rowan wondered why he had chosen someone so...odd...for an assistant. “Lucas, it's only eight....”

“I know....” he replied. “It's horrible. An hour late....”

Chan gasped at the name Kun mentioned, “Rower?  THE Rower?  You mean from Naruto Abridged?”

“WHY ARE YOU SO EXCITED?!”

“. . .Did I sound excited?”

The Professor sweatdropped and Lucas stopped to glance at the running pair.

 “Rower?  Like...The Rower?  From Naruto Abridged? Where?”

Chan wasn't exactly a runner but, amazingly, she could talk normally while trying to catch up to her little hyper friend. Kun, making a beeline for the road, was on a one way track to crash into Mr. Bedtime and Chan didn't like the image that came into mind.

“Hey, Damion....” she said, trying to get his attention.

“WHAT?!”

Chan sighed, concluding that Kun was blind, and said the inevitable, “Thud....”

It being night, one had to consider that there was limited vision range but one also had to consider a hyperactive blond...I repeat, BLOND, and a half asleep kid who's just...slow when he doesn't get in bed on time.

“Lucas, move!” Rowan ordered, noticing Kun and his line of pain and agony.

Lucas, however, was slow. “...Huh?”

THUD!!  (ha, bold.)

“OW!!” Kun shouted, holding his nose in pain and falling back.

Lucas had more of a...dull pain cause he didn't have much of a reaction. “Ow....” he muttered, and sniffed to make his nose work right. “Uh....” Lucas looked at Kun who was now groveling on the ground with painful tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. “...Are you okay?”

“OWOWOWOWOWOWOWIE!” he exclaimed as Chan blushed in embarrassment at the melodramatic idiot.

Placing the briefcase in Chan's hands, Lucas jerked Kun up and patted the dirt out of his jacket. “It didn't hurt that much....”

Kun's eyebrow twitched and shouted, “YES IT DID! OW!”

“Young lady, give me that briefcase,” Rowan demanded.

. . .

Chan sweatdropped, feeling very small under Rowan's very intimidating gaze. “By any chance,” Chan started, giving the suitcase to the Professor, “are you Rower?”

“No.” Rowan glared at her, only decreasing whatever self esteem Chan had. “My name's Professor Rowan and I've just returned from far away lands to study Sinnoh's Pokemon, evolution, etc, etc, etc.”

Chan's brown eyes widened and she said, “Uh, what are you doing around here then? There aren't any giant red Gyarados if that's what you're looking for, Professor....”

“Of course not! That red Gyarados was captured sometime during the Silver/Gold/Crystal generations!” Rowan shouted, obviously mad at the suggestion made by the naive girl. He went on grumbling while Chan nodded her head.

“ANYWAY, what's with you? It's like you're high or something,” Kun suggested and gave Lucas a weird glance.

Lucas yawned, “Nope. I just missed my bed time, that's all.... I'll be better in the morning.... Why aren't you in bed? Aren't you tired?”

He crossed his arms and humphed, “No, what for?! Hey, wait.... Are you important to a plot?!”

“Uh....” Lucas closed his eyes in thought.

. . .

“. . .” Kun's eyebrow was twitching like he had a tic or something.

“ZZZ...”

“STOP SLEEPING!”  And Kun pushed the sleeping Lucas down.

Rowan continued, “And therefore-”

A ground shaking tremor rumbled through the road causing everyone to stop and try not to tumble onto the dirt, minus Lucas.  Immediately after the rumbling stopped, a loud cry pierced through the air, like someone or something was screaming in pain.

“Lucas!” Rowan barked and woke up Mr. Bedtime, who looked around in question.

“...What?”

“Call out your Pokemon! Something's happening at the lake!” The Professor sighed and opened the briefcase, pulled out two Pokeballs and handed one to Chan and threw the other to Kun. “Unfortunately, I need you two to help us for there might be a serious issue at hand. I don't like the way the ground shook!”

. . .

Kun, with a look of pure excitement on his features, and Chan, with a look of pure shock and possible horror, exchanged glances and asked in two very different tones, “You're kidding, right?”

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Me:  *sob*  C...c....cliff....

Kun:  I know....  *pats back*  Bad times... 

Me:  I get to say it...  CLIFFHANGER!  ZOMG!  ^_^  You don't know how long I've been waiting to say that! 

Kun:  I thought it was something not stupid! 

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