Chapter Thirty Three: An Unfortunate Revival

"No. Go away," I said, giving him a very pissed off scowl. Reizu shrugged and said, "Alright." And he turned to leave.

I blinked, wondering if I was hallucinating. "Wait, really?" Could this be real? Was he actually leaving when I told him to?

"Uh... Yeah." I resisted the urge to punch my fist in the air and scream "HELL YEAH!" And I will not lie, it was a very difficult urge to resist. As he left, I sat and thought for a few seconds. That was when it hit me. A gnawing, truly irresistible curiosity that demanded I find out what he wanted to say. I was pretty sure I could even feel it in my stomach. I jumped off the bed, staggering a little as blood rushed in my head, throwing me off balance. Growling a little, I went to the door and stuck my head out in the hall.

"OI! REI-" I cut myself off at the sight of him leaning against the wall next to the door, his hands now covering his ears. My eyes narrowed at once. "Were you just lurking outside?"

"No. That'd make me a creeper. Which I'm obviously not."

"Yeah, sure." He just smirked at my response.

"But I believe you wanted to know what I was going to say." True. Not like I was going to say it, but it was very true.

"Yeah, yeah. What is it?" I said, trying to keep a nonchalant manner.

"I wanted to suggest a deal."

"Does it involve selling my soul?"


"Then no deal." Reizu rolled his eyes at me while I glared.

"I was going to say you get my pokédex back and I'll show you how not to lose as badly as you did today."

"Thanks man, thanks a lot," I drawled. "And even if I wanted to take the deal, which I don't, by the way, I'm not best-buds with Meowth or anything like that."

"Maybe not, but your marowak is." I snorted at the insanity of it all.

"Yeah, r-" And, because as with every situation, something just had to prove me wrong.

"WARRRRRRRRRR!" The almighty bellow of a rather angry wartortle came echoing down the hall.

"Meww~" (I got it~ I got it~) Meowth screeched happily, running down the hall and clutching what looked like a Mystic Water in her paw.

"AROOO!" (Idiot! This is the last time I'm going to help you pull a prank!) Rui yelled as she came after Meowth, going as fast as her little legs could take her. Not to mention she was dripping with water and looking thoroughly miserable. The turtle wasn't far behind, and was yelling in a not-so-nice sounding manner at the two of them.

Reizu looked at me and shrugged. "I don't know, they seem to get along pretty well." I sighed. That argument was gone. At least I still had my veto power.

"I'm still not doing anything."

"Fine then." He turned and went towards the stairway at the end of the hall. I just went back into the room and flopped myself down once again. In the back of my mind I wondered if this was how the first stages of emo-ness manifested themselves. I checked the clock on the wall. Five twenty. That meant probably enough time for a shower before the long, painful process of finding a restaurant would have to begin.

Dinner was much as I had predicted. A very draining event that meant we'd be over sleeping in the morning. Well, with the exception of Candi, naturally. She seemed to have a boundless source of energy that made just looking at her cause exhaustion for the rest of us. If only she wasn't as choosy about her regular meals as she was her desserts, it would have made life a lot easier for all of us.

So, to sum it all up, we were fast asleep the moment we hit the pillows. Though from the sound of it, Seth had fallen off his bed and onto the rug. His steady snores were proof he didn't notice.

But at some ungodly hour of the morning I sat bolt upright in my bed. I didn't know what woke me up, all I knew was that it felt like I had been injected with a few shots of caffeine. My heart was racing and there was an unpleasant tickling sensation in the base of my stomach. I looked around, wide eyed as I tried to see in the dark. There. That bag. Seth's bag. Was it moving? Back and forth... Back and forth... Was there something in there? The cloth was rippling... pushing out and in... pushing... Was that something trying to get out? Despite the clarity of my mind, something was fuzzy. I couldn't place it. It was just a pressure behind my eyes. What was it? It stopped moving abruptly and I felt a cold tingle of fear as my mouth felt suddenly dry. I jumped as there was a cold draft (did you know it was possible to jump sitting down?) but it was just the open window.

Jumpy, jumpy. I scolded myself and lay back down, shoving the pillow over my head to drown out Seth's snores.

Despite the exhaustion from the previous night, I woke up to a dusky sort of light that made everything look blue. I couldn't say I was "refreshed and ready to go play with unicorns," rather I felt groggy and rather grumpy (though that wasn't anything new.) However, I knew it would be impossible to get more sleep. Rui and Sepo had somehow managed to find space on the tiny bed. Cautiously, so as not to wake them, I wriggled out of the covers and sat on the edge of the mattress. My thoughts slowly drifted back to the previous day, and I shuddered, shaking my head violently as though trying to rid myself of the memory.

Training. Lots and lots of training. Yes. That was the only way I could avoid something so awful in the future. I grimaced and poked my sleeping pokémon. Sepo rolled over, still fast asleep, drooling and snapping at nothing. Rui was much more cooperative (as always) and helpfully thwacked Sepo over the head. I looked around and saw the dismantled pokédex. I reached for the parts, hesitated, and picked them up again.

"Alright, pal," I murmured. "Last chance."

The early morning joggers, as I found out, were probably the best people to have a friendly spar with. I wasn't feeling up to an actual battle (yeah, yeah, roll your eyes), and pretty much everyone under the age of twenty left upon learning I wasn't going to stake any money on a nice little bout. How rude of them.

I was happy to say that my pokédex was behaving very well. My hopes were rising that I had somehow reset it. It wouldn't even matter if all the data from the pokémon had been erased. Screw that, I wasn't some geek in a lab coat.

Saying good bye to the last of the joggers, I walked towards a scrubby half-forest. Actually, I couldn't be sure what it was. Because there were trees, but they could be more than maybe six or seven feet taller than me and were more spaced apart than a forest's trees would be. I looked up, spotting a fearow in the trees that was eying us in a very unsettling, very crafty manner.

"Po po po see..." (Sepo isn't liking the looks of the scary bird...) Sepo whimpered and hid behind my leg. Rui and I looked at each other.

"Alright. Sepo, Stun Spore on the scary bird," I said. I really am pitiless sometimes. She looked up at me, blinking her large red eyes.

"Bulba..." (Sepo needs an ear check up...) she mumbled, but walked beneath the tree. She looked up and slapped the flatter end of her vine against the bird's cheek. The fearow looked down, and I swear that if it was possible for a creature with a beak to sneer, that's what it'd be doing.

"ROW!" It shrieked abruptly and narrowed its already unreasonably small eyes before leaping off the branch and flying high up. It was apparently preparing for a corkscrewing dive. Sepo looked up and gave a little "Eep!" and squeezed her eyes tight.

"Now, Sepo," I said, looking at the bulbasaur. "When you think the scary bird is in your range, you're going to use a Stun Spore. Use everything you got."

"Poo... Doom doom doom..." (Eep... Trainer, Sepo is doomed doomed doomed.) I shook my head and watched as the fearow folded its wings in and plummeted towards Sepo. Wait... Wait... And... NOW! I looked at Sepo. She was puffing for all it was worth, sending more of the spore into the air than I would have thought possible. But it didn't seem to have an effect on the bird. I scowled, not quite sure what was wrong.

"DOOOM!" Came the terrified screeching yell. Then there was a burst of light. White light. I, too, turned that color. No... No, no, no! I started to panic, fumbling with the pokédex. Sepo can't evolve... Evolving means everything is stronger... Including her jaws.

"Where's the dang button?" I snarled, looking at all the unlabeled buttons.

"A little to the left," chirruped an awfully familiar voice. Yes, the pokédex was back. But there was nothing else I could do. The device hadn't come with a manuel. I moved my finger obediently. "A little more, no, no, too far. Go up a bit." I nodded and proceeded accordingly. "Now to the right a bit... A little more than that. Now-" I stopped suddenly.

"Wait a second. How can you even see where my finger is?" And to my horror, it laughed and giggled and said, "Haha~ Just joking with you~" I flinched as my face twisted with anger.

"You..." That was when the light coming from Sepo dimmed... And vanished.


*Author's Note* AHHHHHHHHHH! HOW could I have taken so long to update? I feel... Horrible... And yeah... Sorry about that.

Not much to say other than- OH NOS! SEPO! This, quite simply spells doom for... everyone. And what was in Seth's bag? What was moving around? Or even better... Was there anything in there at all?

The collaboration point grows ever closer... Be prepared...

And thanks to Cyberwolf101 for making me realize how long its been since I updated. Hope you guys aren't losing interest...

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