Weak Might

[V.o.t.M]

I love how you discribe this stuff! So gory! I can't beleave you maniged to write something, what with school and all. I can't beleave that Magi's owner became such a jerk! And poor baby cyber-mew! His life sucks like suckness! Boo!

Skined alive! Poop! And Zac! Life sucks even more!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

School School SCHOOL!!! AGH!!! I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!

... Welcome Espeon and wb Ace Blaze! ^^ With the speed I'm going right now it'll be pretty easy to keep up with me I should think.

... This fanfic is now over 160 pages long... oo;;

Meh, I have no idea if I did well or not on this chapter... All I can say is, it's pretty nasty... and pretty sad.

~*~Chapter 27~*~

Marty lay still in the middle of nowhere. His black hair covered his face, but the rest of his body was tense as he tried to hold back a sob. The boy’s foot was wedged between a root and a rock, and his ankle was turned the wrong way. It was noticeably black even in the dark of night, and was slowly swelling.

If he knew any curse words, Marty would have screamed them now.

Acciaio was going to die because of him. His Pokemon were almost definitely going to leave after that, not caring what happened to their new master. He would never get his Torchic. He may never even make it out of the forest alive by himself. With his leg as it was, he would get lost, starve, or picked off by some wild Pokemon. After all, it was rumored Darcmu were in the woods, and they probably didn’t care what they got to eat…

Marty tried to move his leg, and shuddered at the pain that answered him. It was only twisted, but it still hurt badly, and the more it swelled the harder it was to get out. Marty made a small sobbing sound, then let himself grow still. He was stuck.

~*~*~

It was past midnight. The pale moon shone a small sliver of light through the window, forming a green-white band where the wooden floor appeared to glow. It stretched across the room in its eerie beauty, and stopped at another much thinner band of yellow light.

The Magikarp who was observing this winced at shouts came out from under a door with that light. Keshaa and Joe had been arguing all night, their voices vicious and brutal. They sounded ready to tear each other to pieces, and it was all because of her…

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT AND WHAT NOT TA DO WITH MY POKEMON!!!!” her master screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I’m NOT!! I’m TELLING YOU NOT TO KILL MAGI!!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!! She doesn’t have to mate with Fang if she doesn’t WANT to!!!!!!!” Keshaa shouted back. Their shadows were barely visible with only a stripe of light an inch long to reveal them. Magi had to concentrate hard to figure out what they were doing.

A dull thud vibrated through the wooden floor as Joe’s heavy feet stomped back and forth. There was violence in those steps… hostility. Keshaa could possibly be in danger doing this. Such a thought made Magi’s heart beat in her throat.

“What I do wi’ my Pokemon is none of your business, Zale. None at all! You belong to ME! I decide what you do! I AM YOUR MASTER @#*$ ^$#$#*(%#*%!!!!!!!”

There was a sudden sound of water striking an object hard, then the ground rattled as Joe was knocked to the ground.
“I obey you only when I respect you, ‘master’…” hissed Keshaa, his voice difficult to hear behind the door. “Remember, I am at least level thirty-five if not more, and since you have no badges… You are currently very lucky. If you want to win that competition at the fair, you had better do what I want…”

“You have no right to say that Zale! What I do with my Pokemon is none of your business! In fact, what I do wi’ YOU is none o’ ya business! You’re MINE!!! How many times to I ‘ave ta repeat that?!”

“No matter how many times you say it, it won’t matter. As long as Magi is destined for doom, I will not yield. She saved my LIFE! I OWE her!!! I won’t let you do this!!”

Magi had never heard Keshaa so mad in her life. Would they truly kill each other?

“She’s justa Magikarp! They hardly think! An’ now that she’s not even golden, she’s worthless! What else c’n I do wi’ her but breed’r?!”

At that Keshaa could not reply. There was a long time of silence, and Magi realized with a knot in her stomach that her master was right. As a Magikarp, she was useless, worthless. Her intelligence was nothing to a Pokemon trainer, or any other creature for that matter. She had had a special color for a while, but that color was gone somehow from her sickness. She was just pale now, possibly even sickly after her near-death incidence, and if she didn’t evolve…

But she COULDN’T evolve! She just couldn’t!!! She could still feel within her hear the danger of what that would do to her and all who were close. She loved everyone too much to danger them for the pride of a fat fisherman. But still… he didn’t want to die… or be forced to have children when she didn’t want to…

But she could never evolve. She would be betraying herself if she did.

“You could always release her,” Keshaa finally said in a quiet, sorrowful voice. “Then we’d all get what we want.” There was another shuffling of feet, then the surprised cry of her friend as he was recalled into his Pokeball. Magi stared at the door, not sure whether this answer agreed with Keshaa’s idea or opposed it. She definitely didn’t like it. She was screaming inside with misery at the thought of being forever separated from Keshaa. Being dropped into those dark waters after so long… Journeying through them alone….

Magi was surprised to find herself crying in the back corner of her tank. She didn’t even remember swimming there.

~*~*~

Marty was shocked to find a pair of dark round eyes staring at him. He must have fallen asleep, for he couldn’t remember a creature coming over. He was very much awake now, however, and stared wide-eyed into those eyes, afraid of what they belonged to. Would he be killed so soon?!

However, instead of attacking him, the eyes sparkled with delight and a tiny squeaky voice began to babble in his head. He recognized it immediately.
{Marty Marty Marty Marty Marty!!!!! You’re okay! I was afraid you’d be dead! We were all so worried! You went away and its been hours and you didn’t come back and—}
“Shut up,” Marty cut in as gently as he could despite his impatient anger and pain. “How’s Acciaio doing?”

The creature, who was actually Kidea the NewMew, scooted away from him and lowered her purple head.
{He’s still alive… But barely, and he keeps crying out in his sleep.} She looked at Marty again and made a small whimper in her throat. {He’s calling for his mother and father right now, but his voice is so weak you can hardly tell. He’s dying, Marty…}

Marty snarled and struggled to get free again. The pain made his head swirl and his stomach churn, but he ignored the sensation. He pulled and tugged and twisted to free his leg until a horrible, meaty crack filled his ears and a pain so severe burned his leg that he nearly fainted. Marty buried his face in the dirt and screamed.

{Why did you just break your ankle like that?} Asked the young Pokemon as she walked over to her master’s now badly bleeding ankle and chewing away the cloth to see the injury better. It was swelling horribly now, and still the root held it. Noting this, the NewMew began to chew the root instead.

Marty cried and screamed and wept as he waited for his loyal (but rather oblivious) Pokemon to finish her job. For some odd reason she took her time with it, carefully cutting the root in a way so that it would later grow back into the ground and the tree could remain healthy.

When she was done, she began to bite at another section so there would be a gap for Marty to pull his leg out. It would be too painful for him to scrape it against the root. She had been trained to keep a level head during situations like these, and was very proud of it. She felt even more proud with her master squirming and shouting in a childish tantrum. That was why she slowed her process even more.

“Hurry up you dumb Pokemon!!” Marty turned and shouted at her angrily. Kidea merely tapped his bloody ankle and watched him scream in the dirt again. While he was distracted with the pain she gnawed through the rest of the root.

Carefully, Kind Death crawled under Marty’s foot and lifted it out of its snare.
{You need to see a doctor} She said matter-of-factly.

Before Marty could make some sort of rude reply he found himself back at the camp. He decided not to move, but watched his NewMew tell the other Pokemon to gather everything their trainers owned then recall themselves, which they did without question. It appeared that somehow during his absence she had earned a leadership of them.

The tiny kitten walked back to her master and studies him, then looked over at Acciaio. Marty looked as well, but regretted it.

Acciaio looked dead.

He was still burnt-looking, and still the black injuries from that Dark blade cut across his silver-ish purple hide. A light was flickering and his mechanical parts were beeping a warning that they were no longer working…

Kidea looked back at Marty with a dark look.
{The Mewtwo needs a doctor too} She said quietly.
“I know,” rasped Marty, “but even if I could get there it’s too far away…”

The NewMew nodded. It looked like the situation they were in had just hit her, and now she had a forlorn expression. She began to pace around desperately thinking of what they should do.

Back and forth, back and forth she went, her tiny paws racing in her little trotting gait. Marty eventually just closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep, leaving her the only conscious leader left. This irritated and frightened her more, near to the point of just killing them both. However, she fought down this idea with ferocity to equal her evolution’s, and continued to think of what to do.

They were far away from any city in the middle of a forest with no way of transportation. They couldn’t even walk! She couldn’t carry them; they were too big. And even if she could go and just capture them both she had no idea where a human hospital would be. The best she could do would be to teleport to a Pokemon Center… But what good would that do them? And she wasn’t that good at teleporting yet! She could leave someone behind, or jump into the middle of the ocean, or somehow mess up and completely destroy them! She could hardly teleport herself!

Yet as soon as that idea popped up into her little head, Kidea couldn’t get rid of it. She had no other options, and though this one was risky, it was all she could do. They were all going to die anyway, so what did it matter?…

Summoning all her courage, the little Pokemon took out Acciaio’s Pokeball from Marty’s pocket and recalled him. Then she took both backpacks and put them against her sleeping master.

Finally, her heart pounding and the Pokeball in her mouth, she placed a paw on Marty’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and used Teleport.

~*~*~

Baby Acciaio cried quietly. The little Mewtwo had spent an entire night alone, and did not understand why his parents had not come to his calls. He was hungry, frightened, and covered in a dark crimson liquid that had caked over his fur. The stuff was very uncomfortable and made his limbs feel stiff. He had tried to lick it off, but it tasted nasty and he couldn’t bear doing it for very long. And on top of all that, he was still in a cage.

“Mummy! Daddy! *** ‘ere pwease!” he called desperately. There was no response. “MUMMY!!! DADDY!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as tears streamed down his face and matted his fur. Still no parents came.

Thus the child curled into a little corner and began to cry again, sobbing with fear and hunger and lonesomeness. He had not realized they were killed yet, which was usual for his age, and it drove him nuts they were gone. He felt very much abandoned...

“Aww… What’s wrong kiddo?” asked a voice warmly. Baby Acciaio looked up to see the cloaked figure peering through the bars of his cage, studying him. The babe had already forgotten the evil he sensed from the hooded poacher, and replied without thought.
“I c’n’t find my mummy’n’daddy, sah…” he whimpered.

Gloved hands slowly opened the cage and lifted the child out. Acciaio pressed close to the warm body of the man, enjoying the softness of his cloak, and wiped his tears. Being with an adult made him feel much better. The poacher had a strong yet gentle grip as he cradled the little Mewtwo in his arms, and for a moment was content to rock him slightly. Acciaio loved it. He snuggled up to the poacher and shut his eyes, taking in the love he had missed for what seemed like forever.

Then, the poacher stopped and held Acciaio above his head to get a good look at him. The kitten of a Mewtwo tucked up his legs like any young Pokemon would and curled up his tail awkwardly. He felt uncomfortable and vulnerable in the air like that, but the strength of the grip that held him kept him quiet.

He up there for a long time, and at last he began to squirm uncomfortably.
“Pwease, sah, lemme d’n… I needa f’nd mah mummy’n’daddy,” he asked as politely as he could. The cloaked poacher held him a moment longer, then did as asked.

“Do you know where your parents are?” he asked in that same pleasant, civil tone. Acciaio shook his head, and began to cry again as he realized this. He wiped his tears on his new friend’s cloak.
“No, sah… I dunno…” he paused and wiped his eyes again, “but I wan’ mah mummy!”

The tiny Mewtwo started sobbing in sorrow, even as the poacher patted him comfortingly on the head. When this little kind movement did no good, the adult hugged the babe close.

“I know where your parents are, kid…” he whispered in Acciaio’s ear, “and I can take you to them if you really want.” The little Two looked up with surprise.
“Weally?” he asked hopefully, “Ya can?”

The poacher nodded.
“Would you like to see them?” he asked pleasantly. Acciaio bobbed his head up and down. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

The poacher gave no hint of it either. He still cradled the baby Mewtwo in his arms much like a father would as he walked over to a bag beside a roughly constructed old tent. He fished around in it for a long time with his free hand. While he did, he conversed with the Mewtwo in his arms.

“So what’s your name kiddo?” he questioned lightly. Acciaio answered, but for some reason he did not hear himself. However, the odd censoring of his name did not affect the tiny Mewtwo.

“Really? I’ve never heard that name before,” said the poacher with polite interest and he continued to search, “and how old are you?”
“One an’ a ‘alf, sah,” said the baby Acciaio.
“Well, I’m impressed! You act much older than that.”

The poacher pulled out an item, but he kept it hidden in his sleeve where no one could see it. As he walked over to a fallen log he continued talking in that cool, calm, friendly voice.
“Well, I got the thing we need for you to see your mom and dad! But I must ask you—are you willing to do exactly what I say?”
“Yessah,” baby Acciaio chirped happily. The cloaked figure nodded. Then, he pulled out several strips of thick cloth and commanded the child to close his eyes. The baby did as he was told without a moment’s hesitation.

While the babe kept his eyes shut, his hands and feet were bonded together. After that was done, he was told to open them again.
“Are you sure you want to see your parents? No matter what?” the poacher asked one more time, a hint of eagerness slipping through his voice. There was malice in that eagerness, thirst for blood… But the baby Acciaio was far too young to notice it.
“Oh yes sah! Wi’ aw mah hawt!” he squeaked happily. The poacher nodded again.
“Very well… You know, I’ve noticed that there’s an ugly white spot on the palm of one hand. That needs to be removed before you go see your parents.”

A scream ripped through the forest right at that moment, and sent many smaller Pokemon running. Other Mewtwos who happened to be in the outskirts of Mewtopia turned at listened uncomfortably. They had so many predators and enemies they were not surprised at the sound, but none planned to go and help.

The baby Mewtwo sat staring with shock as blood dripped from down his injured palm. Or… at the hole where his palm had once been.

The poacher had cut it out.

He was laughing now, that horrible dark thing, laughing with cold delight at baby Acciaio’s expression. The infant did nothing but stare, too hurt to fight and too horrified to cry. He could see the ground through his hand.

“Why?” was all the child could hiss through his tight throat, “Why?”
“Because you’re going to see your parents!” laughed the poacher as he roughly grabbed the little Two’s injured hand and thrust the blade deep into baby Acciaio’s wrist. The child screamed again, this time much louder than before, and squirmed to get away.
“Why?!” he screeched in a bitter sob, unable to stop what remained of his hand from being chopped off.
“I just told you!” said the man a little more coldly. “Don’t you want to see your parents?”

Acciaio sat staring at the stump where his hand had been with a blank expression. He began to bury into himself and try to figure out exactly how having one’s hand removed helped one see lost family members. He was too young to understand what the poacher was doing.

The poacher watched with glee as the baby Mewtwo’s eyes took on a glazed look. Blood was gushing out of his wrist like a mini waterfall, and the sight and smell of it excited his senses. Mewtwo blood. His cloak was becoming covered in it. And, for once, he would not have to be careful with his catch to keep the hide nice. He could finally have some fun.

“Well, this is a drag, isn’t it?” laughed the poacher at the dumb child, “I was just planning on getting rid of the spot, and then I made the hole too big! So, there was no way your hand was going to be useful again, so I just got rid of it for you! But now, you just have an arm, and there’s really no use for it anymore so…”

Off went the already bloody arm.

Acciaio did not scream this time, but let out a small gasp and a whimper. His head was already swimming with more pain than he had ever imagined, and he had never seen so much sticky red stuff in his life. He could sense the evil again, stronger than ever, and that darkness that came from the poacher made his stomach sick. Also, he had been thinking, puzzling, doing his BEST to find out why the poacher was doing this.

It didn’t make sense.

The way the poacher was talking made it obvious he was mocking the little Two, he was fooling with his naïve mind. Acciaio was young, but every Mewtwo is born with enough sense to keep themselves from ending a total fool. They are also born able to reason as well as they’ll ever be. That was what Acciaio was doing now, reasoning and brainstorming and reviewing to try and figure out what was going on. He went farther and farther backwards, looking for any clue he could. However, when he figured it out, the babe wished he hadn’t.

At that moment, years before he should, he understood death.

“Please sah…” he whispered, shaking off the shock and the pain, “plz… no mo’…” The exertion of speech after losing as much blood as he had made him feel faint. His whole side was stained with pain and a dark blackish red color. It was… overwhelming. His little mind nearly fell back out of computing what was going on.

The poacher just laughed.

“Aww… You’re a polite little bugger, you know that? It’s cute! Though, it’s kind of creepy, what with the fact that I’ve never heard of a polite Mewtwo before. Not even your parents were nice to me! Nasty things, Mewtwos. Just nasty.”

Acciaio’s gaze grew unfocused as his already bad state continued to worsen. He lay there struggling to keep himself thinking straight despite what was happening, yet it was becoming more and more difficult. He’d do anything to be left alone to fall asleep, but while he was bound and in the poacher’s grasp he did not dare. He just stared at his torturer and whimpered.
“Plz stop…”

The poacher tapped the infant’s nose with the flat end of his blade lightly and rocked the little Mewtwo from side to side. Once again he was acting oddly gentle for a cold-blooded murderer.
“There you go again! We’ve gotta do something about that, kiddo! You can’t see your parents like that, no sir! It’s a disgrace to your kind!”

Acciaio blinked with confusion and gave a small shudder of pain.
“Plz no mo’, sah… plz…” he repeated again, desperate for survival. It did no good.

“Now, I’ve heard that kind words like that comes from a ‘bleeding heart.’ You ever seen one? I bet that’s the problem, ya know. A bleeding heart!” chuckled the poacher, sliding the blade across Acciaio’s still soft chest plate. It would be a number of years before the thing hardened, and until then he was as vulnerable as a young human. The poacher knew this.
“Well, we’ll just have to remover this problem too, eh?” he snickered, sliding his weapon over to the open wound that once held an arm.

Another cry escaped the baby’s throat, but this time much weaker than the first, and much much shorter. Acciaio’s eyes widened with horror as he felt the left side of his chest ripped open and his heart cut out. His mouth gaped with silent screams that were too intense for him to truly utter, and tears fell down his cheeks so thickly that he nearly dried his eyes out.

The poacher tossed the meat and heart to his male Darcmu, who was now sitting close by. The thing gobbled it up greedily.

Acciaio felt his life drain so fast he realized he couldn’t last much longer. His body shouted for oxygen, and he did breath with wild ragged gasps, but his heart was gone. There was nothing to send the oxygen to.

Despite all this, the infant managed to stay awake and think straight. He was frightened of death, frightened to leave a world he had entered not that long ago. In his desperation, the child whispered faintly, using everything he had in him, “Plz… no… mo’… sah…”

The poacher’s eyes gleamed from the shadows of his cloak.

“Well, if it’s not your heart, then there’s just one other place to look kid!” He ran his black blade up to Acciaio’s head and nicked his left ear.

“Your brain.”

The Mewtwo stared back with glazed eyes, having used what remained of his energy to give that one little beg of mercy. However, he was still fully aware of what was happening, and it filled him with terror. His mind was the next victim of this sinister human’s torture… He wouldn’t last through this round.

The poacher suddenly moved with fast, hungry movements as he drove the blade straight into his prey’s left eye. As blood and other liquid poured from the wound, the poacher cut to the Mewtwo’s skull and began to saw through the thick bone.

Acciaio felt the pain only a moment before it became so severe he went numb.

Soon a hole had been cut, revealing his mind. This was also maimed and sliced, ripping apart everything the infant had ever learned. Soon his head was a bowl of blood, though much of it had spilled all around them, covering them. This excited the poacher slightly, and his breathing quickened. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

“Next I will cut you… And I will slice you… and I will skin what remains! You’re body will be so mutilated that even the Kami’s will be sickened by the sight! MEWTWO SCUM!!!!”

Acciaio no longer heard him. He was too far gone.

It was at this moment that a man and a Mewtwo happened to be walking together, discussing how they would go about entering Mewtopia. Both were new adults, and had young, bright faces. It was obvious they were close friends.

They heard the soft cries of the dying baby and grew worried, unsure of what was going on. They called out for it, and began to look around when there was no answer.

The poacher heard their shout and snarled in anger.
“It looks like we’re done with our game, Two. I can’t be caught.”

Acciaio managed to figure out later that he was in a tree, hanging on a limb by his second neck. There was no trace of the man that had hunted him.

It was in that tree that he was found by the two friends, a bloody maimed body staring down with a single clouded eye and a hole in half his head. His chest was in just as bad of shape, and shreds of meat hung that used to be attached to his long gone arm.

When they got him down, they were shocked to find him not only alive, but conscious. However, he fainted soon after he was in their care.

~*~*~

Acciaio awoke with a jerk.

He was sweating, and as he gasped for breath, little whimpers escaped his throat. For a moment he forgot his age and what was going on, especially when he found himself surrounded by glass. He thought at first that he had just survived the most terrible event in his life. It took him a moment to recollect that it had occurred eight years ago, and he was just suffering from a nightmare.

Still, he felt weak, sore, and miserable. He could not remember what had happened the last few days and it frightened him. Being in a sort of tube made it even worse.

As other things began to focus outside the glass, Acciaio found that he was not alone. Two creatures stared at him with worried expressions.

One was a Pokemon who looked much like a Mewtwo, but had soft blue eyes and gentler features. It was covered in pink fur and wore a nurse uniform.

The other looked to be a boy he had seen before… When had he seen this boy? He had messy black hair and a red headband. He wore jeans and a black shirt, and was resting his weight on crutches.

Acciaio was lying on a mattress behind the glass looking up at them, utterly confused. His intense dream had scrambled his memories it seemed, and he was close to panicking. In fact, he soon did, and started trying to his the glass.

The pink creature wasted no time in filling his prison with a glass that put him back into a deep sleep.

This time Acciaio was spared from having to dream.

~*~*~

Zac lay unconscious in his tree for a long time, too exhausted from everything to awaken even when dawn broke. He just hung limp in the branches, and even when he awoke he did not move. He was too depressed to bother moving. He was still at a loss of what to do.

The half Mewtwo thought about it for a long time, measuring the results in his head. Honor, or life? That was a difficult thing to decide. His human half really didn’t care about honor, but his Mewtwo side… well…

Maybe if he challenged the Ice Kami to a friendly battle where he wouldn’t have to die? Did that really count?

Zac moaned and shut his eyes again, not really wanting to think about it. Yet, he really couldn’t put it off, since this decision would affect how he raised himself.

He could always hide away and teach his children to hate the Ice Kami when they grew up… Then again, all hybrids were born unfertile, so the idea of having children really didn’t work that well. Maybe he could forgive the Ice Kami! That would prove his fandom once and for all!

… Yeah right!

Perhaps he should ask his mother. Even Inara, despite her Darcmu raising ways, might have a helpful word of advice for his situation. After all, he was calm now, and should use his level head to his advantage.

Yes, that was what he’d do. Go home.

Zac squirmed to get out of the tree, but as he moved, it broke. Zac found himself falling again, but he hit the grow before he could levitate. Lucky for him he landed in something soft…

Soft?

Zac leaped up in surprise to find he had fallen onto some sort of cloaked creature… Whether it was man or Mewtwo, male or female he could not tell. The thing looked unconscious and limp, and blood stains blotched the top of its head and around its shoulders. It looked to be injured.

“I’m sorry! You okay?” he apologized hastily, but the figure did not move. This made Zac worried.
“Black-cloak person? You okay?” he asked uncomfortably. The figure still made no reply.

Zac, momentarily forgetting his own troubles, crouched down and gently shook the thing. When it did not react, he shook it harder.
“You need help? You alive? Hello-oo—AAAA!!”

Zac yelped when the figure suddenly jerked out its gloved hand and grabbed him around his wrist. He tried to get away, but the strength of this cloaked thing was far superior to his own, and he could not.

The creature pulled him close and studied him for a while. Then, to further Zac’s discomfort, the thing started petting his head with its free arm.

“What a pretty hybrid…” it, he, chuckled. “The finest mix I’ve ever seen. I have a thing for beauty, and you fit it perfectly, kiddo. Just perfectly…” Just then a twig snapped behind them, and the cloaked figure uttered a dark, quiet laugh. He was looking behind the ten-year-old mutt…

Zac snapped his head over his shoulder to watch with shock as two Darcmu came towards them, vicious grins on their faces.

He had no idea what was going on.

[V.o.t.M]

Wow! Longness! So much is going on! I wish I had time to work on my story *Sob* Its not fair! This is soooo gooood!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Well... I've been gone forever. oO;; Sorry everyone. School got really bad. I haven't been able to do any writing in a long, long time.

However, after I finish my final project (out of eight... grr...) I think I may have time to write another chappy! ^^;; Yay?

Yeah, that last chap was really disgusting, but fun to write. oo;; It was just Acciaio's dream, thankfully, and probably won't get that bad again.

... Yeah.

I must go and continue to work. If I never come back, e-mail me so I can save your address, and then when I write my first original work, I'll send you all signed copies!

(Wanna see what my original work is about? Go here:
http://draganie.deviantart.com
This place is full of my artwork. Look around at my pictures and read the descriptions to find bits from my new non-Pokemon story. It's the most I can safely put on the internet.)

Oh, and don't forget... My birthday's Wednesday! ^-^ I'm gonna be sixteen!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

I've been practically living in AP/CP the last month, so that's why you'd never have seen then...

Anyway, when the exams are over, I hope to be reading more Fics again during the holidays!

[EDIT:] I accidentally deleted my post above...