Chapter 2 - Love Among the Storm

 

Chapter 2 – Love Among the Storm

                                                                  

 

Juno awoke with a yawn, his bones cracking and the annoying pain in his back. Seeing that he slipped off reading Joshua’s diary, he landed right on top of the pile of books now strewn before him. Rising up from off of the pile and pulling a book from off his face, he spied the imprints of whatever he laid on tattooed on his skin.

 

“Stupid, you should have crawled into his bed, he wouldn’t have minded anyway...” he said, seeing the bed right there and waiting for him.

 

Groaning as he got up, he walked out of his brother’s room and shut the door. Stretching and groaning some more he headed straight for his room, continuing his morning cacophony of yawns and groans. Walking straight to his window, he sighed and prepared for the day, which was mostly cloudy and wet.

 

“Aside from the storm finally giving a rest… today is my birthday.”

 

Leaving his window, Juno shuffled straight for his drawer and grabbed today’s clothing, which was typical urban casual. Nodding and shutting the drawer, he headed straight for the bathroom to freshen up.

 

“Huh…looks fine to me.” He said as he looked himself over in the mirror. A punk tee, boots, and his usual camouflage pants, all fitting evenly on his average self. Tying back his long hair, which Charon said was the grace from his mother; he nodded and left after cleaning up after himself.

 

 

I find it funny I don’t dress like I’m rich but more like some average and typical person… Maybe I should at least once…

 

 

Stepping out of the bathroom with a sigh, Juno headed down the hall right towards the stairs. But before he headed down, he stopped by Charon’s room for a second. Peeking in, he saw her content, wrapped within her wings and softly sleeping in. Chuckling silently, he softly shut the door, walked down the hall and headed downstairs.

 

Heading to the kitchen, he immediately walked over to the sink and stood there. Sighing as the sun tried to break its way through the looming clouds; Juno turned and headed towards the cupboards.

 

“Well what shall I make this morning?”

 

Grabbing the things that was needed, which was bowls and other whatnot, he headed to the fridge for anything else. “Hmm. Milktit Milk, ChickenLittle eggs, Giltectric Bacon and Kangasscunt Meat, with a pot of water for tea always ready on the stove. Yup, I believe this will do.”

Cutting on the stove and laying the spread of foods next to each other on the counter, Juno began humming to himself and filling the kitchen with the aroma of breakfast. Suddenly and expectantly hearing the sound of running water from above, Juno smirked and continued his preparation.

 

 

She is up, taking a ‘quick’ shower, and will be down here in about… the time I finish this sentence and make her a glass of tea.

 

 

If he was betting numbers for the lottery he couldn’t have been more right. Charon soon made her way down, a content smile on her face as she smelled the still fresh aroma of food. Flapping her wings slightly and cloaking herself as she reached the bottom, she slowly turned and walked to the kitchen. There, she silently stood in the doorway and watched Juno continue cooking.

 

 

Enjoying himself I see… if only you could see him now Master… and especially you my Mistress… He is you in every little detail…

 

 

A clap of hands snapped her out of her small thought as she saw Juno cut off the stove, grab the kettle and fill a mug with freshly brewed tea. Grabbing a plate from the counter and placing a generous helping of food on it, he walked over and set it on the far end of the table.

 

“Ok. That is hers. Now to go get…mine…” he said before freezing up at the sight before him.

 

“Good Morning.” Charon said happily, though her usual demeanor left him wondering other things.

 

“Uh…good morning?” he mustered out, seeing her dressed in a red satin Victorian style dress instead of her usual tank-top and loincloth.

 

Charon chuckled and made her way to the table. Juno snapped out of his small stupor and pulled the chair out for her to sit. Smiling at him, she sat down and looked at the plate before her.

 

“I think you might give an Iron Chef a run for her money the way this food looks.”

 

“Or maybe mom and you are rubbing off on me.” He said sheepishly.

 

“Well… we both love cooking don’t we?” Charon said.

 

Juno nodded, fixed a plate and sat down across from her. As he watched her eat, he chuckled softly. Charon looked at him and asked, “Are you going to eat as well?”

 

Juno shook his head, “The chef and birthday boy eats after Mistress, and now I realize I must clean up the mess I made.” Getting up, he headed towards the sink and started the water. 

 

“That’s ok; you do not have to do them.”

 

Juno turned and shook his head, “I’m fine.”

 

 Charon then rose from her seat and stood behind him. Juno continued when he felt a clawed hand rest on his shoulder. Sighing, “Ok… I’m listening.”

 

Nodding, the two sat down and enjoyed themselves, Juno feeling shot but chuckling and a humble look adorned on Charon’s face.

 

“So what is on the agenda today?” he asked her.

 

“Nothing I can think of Juno. Maybe something will come up.” She said.

 

And with that, a knock on the door was heard. Charon slowly rose from her seat and walked out of the kitchen. Juno sighed and chuckled as he watched her gracefully leave him alone for a second. Continuing his breakfast and letting his mind usually wonder about, Charon returned holding a large brown package and two letters.

 

“A bit early for mail is it?” he said.

 

“Of course, and apparently they are all addressed to you Master Juno.” She said, looking them over before setting them down on the counter.

 

Putting down his utensils, Juno got up, clicked his teeth and examined the large package.

 

“Huh.” He said as he looked it over, seeing nothing noting what was special about it. Brown paper, twine, and his name with address in bold black letters was all that adorned it. Shrugging as he untied the twine and ripped off the brown paper, he tilted his head.

 

“Wooden box…Now what could be inside…?”

 

Flipping open the latches on its sides, he lifted the lid off. His eyes suddenly went wide, remaining so before slowly shutting the box. Charon soon came to his side, seeing him stare off into the distance. She opened it for a second then slowly shut it as well.

 

“Juno…” Charon said softly.

 

He was silent for a second, glancing at the box. The item inside it brought back fond and sad memories, all of which were to be remembered or forgotten.

 

 

I guess he won’t be chasing me again for it…

 

 

“Juno… he would have wanted you to have it…” she said.

 

“I know…” he said, turning to look at her.

 

Shaking out that moment, Juno sighed and turned to the letters. Tearing open the envelope, he pulled out what he thought to be one. Raising an eyebrow to the folded object, he looked at it and found it to be a large photo. Chuckling at the slight gruff of a person surrounded by a small troop of enticing young women with the words ‘Happy Birthday Juno!’ painted on their amorous breasts. Juno then laughed when he saw that his sister was nowhere to be seen in it.

 

“What is that Juno?” Charon said, curious as to what he was looking at.

 

“It’s a group photo of Marcus and his harem.” Juno said, showing her the picture, which brought a slight blush on her face.

 

Charon shook her head, “Trying to be funny isn’t he?”

 

“I believe so.” He said with a smile. “Somehow sister is not in the picture.”

 

“She is probably the one who took it.”

 

“Hm.” He said, looking at it again. Turning it over, he spied two small sentences on the back.

 

 

P.S. Good luck on your tamer’s test lil’ bro! Hope to see ya here in the wilds with Master soon!

P.P.S. Don’t gets into any trouble and find some good girls to keep ya company!!!

 

Love, Rita.

 

 

Smiling and setting the picture aside, Juno turned to the second letter. Reading it as he leaned on the counter, he chuckled again.

 

“Now who wrote this one?” Charon asked.

 

“This one surprisingly is from grandma and grandpa. Apparently they are in the Dark Continent… somehow… and are a part of an indigenous tribe. They even painted their faces and gave them masks as well.” He said, seeing the picture on the letter.

 

“Oh? Well that will be some strange antiques when they come back.”

 

“Like always…” he said, continuing to read. “P.S., we know you got the box, which has your brother’s hooded cloak in it, graciously turned into a comfortable hooded duster for your travels. That was given to us by the police a few days after the explosion. Your mother told us to give it to you today on your birthday. We know you probably do not want it but from us all, and especially from her, it would honor him. Also, inside are trinkets you should keep on you, some of which will be useful to some pokégirls you acquire or to have as a ‘fashion accessory’ those kids are calling it nowadays.”

 

Tilting his head, he dug deeper in the box. Taking out the blue garment and slowly setting it aside, Juno found another box. Pulling it out and opening it, he went bug-eyed once more. Charon looked as well and had the same reaction.

 

“One necklace and vest of chain mail…?”

 

“Ah, an empty evolution stones necklace and a Heavy Metal. Two pokégirl specific and rare items.  They did not have to do that.” Charon said.

 

“Well it’s not like I have a use for them aside from the necklace being a fashion accessory as they called it. And I don’t think the Heavy Metal has much use for me as well. It’s not like it fits me.” He said draping it over himself, only to laugh as it perfectly fitted his form. Charon laughed at the sight he was doing.

 

“Who knows? Maybe you can use like your own protective bulletproof vest.”

 

“When this thing actually stops a bullet or something, then I’ll laugh.” Chuckling, Juno continued reading the letter.

 

 

“One more thing grandson. Grandpa would very much appreciate it if you took ol’ Bessie to get cleaned up by Mephisto. He owes me this favor and I know he won’t turn it down. Just take her out of the case and bring it straight to him. See you all in about 8-12 weeks!!!”

 

    Love, Gran ‘Watt’, Gramp ‘Tomb’

 

 

“Heh, well look at that. Now all you need is a pokégirl and then your birthday would be even grander.”

 

“Huh…maybe… who knows…? I thought Marcus would send one my way but I guess not. Oh well. Let me go take care of this for them, after I finish breakfast.” He said, still seeing a good helping still waiting on him.

 

Charon chuckled, “Oh, one more thing. Today is your checkup at the PokéCenter. Don’t forget after you handle what Gran wants done.”

 

“I won’t forget…” he said with a slightly dull tone with a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

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Silence… Simple, and yet it’s almost unnerving as it fills the wooded clearing. Not a soul disturbs what has transpired, the grim evidence clear on the ground and upon the trees stained with blood. Small blood trails of the dried liquid snakes its way up to where a body once was and to the one that lay battered and pale upon the dirt ground. Where there was clothing is now nothing but dry, weathered, bloodied rags. Pain and fear is completely frozen on the person’s face, the cloudy eyes are staring endlessly into the sky, yet a sated look of unknown accomplishment was frozen in a grin. The wilds had not found the body, seeing it now as a potential and maybe delicious meal. But…amid the ghastly sight of rigor mortis is two black and white balls, lying unclipped, enlarged and empty near the body. The image of a samurai’s mask and helmet, a few ninja shuriken and armaments stand imprinted on the top of the first while the other is printed with a knight’s helm, both vivid and clear aside from the trauma of time and the various elements. As the breeze continues, a silent being creeps up upon the sight, obscured by the casting shadows from the trees above. Stepping forward, it walks over to the body, silently eying it with each movement. For the ongoing weeks it has returned here, kneeling before the corpse as if remembering who this person was by some primal intent. Fractured memories run through the being’s mind as soft sad cries finally break the silence.

 

Its reflection is shown slightly on the ball’s vivid surface. Green, vivid eyes that were once a part of the normal look for the person were now glowing red with withheld anger and distress, gazing through something oddly obscure on its face. Clean, long and kept hair was now a mix of almost pitch black and ghastly bone white instead of the once familiar shade of red; now falling tangled, matted and unkempt down its back. It was also donned with tattered remnants of underclothing, bandages on both arms and the rest still hanging on its athletic yet oddly busty body. Mysteriously and always with it was a strange object clutched tightly in one hand. Its texture was smooth, strong and abnormally hard with a small crack meandering its way on the surface. In the other, a sheathed and special weapon that was still in its cared condition, gripped tightly and wrapped haphazardly among her bandaged left arm. The eyes, still teary soon focused in a general direction, sensing something close and familiar. Glowing brightly, the person then recedes back into the shadows, walking in the felt direction with a purpose and leaving the body behind.

 

Footsteps are now heard in the clearing as a simple man casually walks in. A simple tune is heard in the air as he gets closer.

 

“Always a fine day.”  The person says, hands in his pockets and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He continues his little jaunt, now pulling out a lighter when he suddenly stops, cigarette falling completely out of his mouth and lighter leaving his hand. His eyes, clear with shock lie focused on the body. Slowly backing away, he runs back the way he came.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Juno sighed as he looked about in the front yard of the neighborhood. Still the usual people doing yard work or silence in the wet morning of the starting day. Looking at the blue duster in his hands, he puts it on just in case the weather says otherwise.

 

 

I’m only wearing it because it’s yours brother…

 

 

“So it’s off to grandma and grandpa’s house, down into town to Mephisto’s place if I can find it and to the PokéCenter. Simple enough.” He said as he walked to his motorbike. Starting it up and backing it out, he hops on and puts on his helmet. Looking both ways, he drives out and heads towards his grandparent’s house.

 

Passing through like he usually does, he finally reaches it. Stopping and leaving his bike to idle he opens the gate and heads to the front door. Pulling out the key he unlocks the door, wipes his feet on the rug and heads in.

 

“Ok, where is it?” he says softly shutting the door and heading straight to the study. Searching about the antiques he then noticed it in the center, cased, titled and looking very new for such an old relic. Staring for a few seconds, seeing the barrel engraved with different symbols and imprinted with the worn image of a winged and armed pokégirl, Juno felt somewhat awed by it.

 

“This must be ol’ Bessie. Well let’s get ya fixed up.” He said as he carefully removed the case. Setting it aside, he lifted the weapon from its stand and held it, feeling its considerable weight. Holding it tight, he looked around for something to place it in. Searching among the antiques once more, he found its leather holster and ammo bandolier hanging off of the bookshelf. Placing them both around his shoulder and putting the gun in it he nodded, locked up and left for his next errand.

 

   

Honey Pot itself was like any other large urban area. Various shops and stores, scattered inns here and there, the local and large hospital and PokéCenter on its outskirts, and the rural agricultural ranches beyond that surrounded it all. It was also the main crossroads for people and Tamers alike, coming to restock or starting back on the trail. Leaving the outskirts and entering the town itself, Juno rode around town, seeing people and tamers carrying on with their day-to-day matters. Some that noticed him go by gave wary looks; others were lost in their thought and current business. Going on despite the normal banter of the day, he stopped at the corner, looked around and then continued down the street.

 

“Well… where is the godforsaken place…?” he said, scanning the buildings with many numerous names. Going a little ways down a street he pulled over and stopped frustration clear on his face under the helmet. Taking it off with an annoyed sigh, he turned and nearly jumped when an elderly woman stood right next to him, a smile fixed on her wrinkled face.

 

“I can see in your slight frustration young man… that you are looking for something…?” she said.

 

“Um… yes ma’am. I am looking for a person named Mephisto. He owns a shop or something?”

 

“Ah, the bald dark man who runs that unique store of his. It is just right around the corner… Look for an old rusted sign. You can’t miss it youngling.”

 

“Ah… Thank you very much.” Juno said, parking his bike and making his way down the sidewalk.

 

“Hmmm… That’s him all right… right on the nose…” she said as she slowly walked away, humming to herself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Like she said, the rusted sign swung slightly as it hung above the door, denoting whatever meaning or name it had before being ravaged to the elements. Looking in the window, seeing shelves upon shelves holding boxes and chests, Juno stepped in as the small brass chime signaling to whoever was inside.

 

“Wow…” Seeing that there was more than what he saw in the window. The very air inside the store itself seemed to give off something otherworldly, mysterious and ominous.

 

“Hello? Hello? Is there anyone here?” Juno said, walking slowly in the store, the wood floor creaking underneath his feet. Stepping in as the door closed behind them, Juno continued calling out to whoever was in the store only to get no reply.

 

Walking on in the store he came up to the counter, looked around and found that the answer was true. Leaving it, Juno sighed, “Well, I guess I can always come back later then…”

 

As he turned away and headed back to the front door, Juno heard a soft cry come out of nowhere, making him stop. Listening intently for the sound, it came into the air again.

 

“Where is… it coming from…?” he said as he began trying to follow it. Walking behind a set of curtains behind the counter, a set of double doors was before him. Looking in the window and seeing nothing but dim light, Juno slowly opened them. Somewhere in his head told him not to go down there, that he should leave but he did not heed it. The cry was much clearer now, echoing from the bottom of the stairs before him.

 

“Ok stairs… let’s see where you lead…”

 

 

The florescent light buzzed above his head as he walked down the steps and entered a dimly lit hallway. The noise from before was much clearer, becoming slightly louder as he walked on into the darkness.

 

“There is something down here.” Juno said, looking around and seeing nothing of importance.

 

 

There is something in the air… What is that smell…?

 

 

Walking on in the hall with the sound still becoming louder and louder, he reached a slightly opened door. Soft light poured through the crack as well as a very faint pink cloud of sorts. Even music was now being heard with the sound. Walking up to it slowly, Juno opened it enough to see what was going on. Candles and pink smoking incenses filled the room, its smoke drifting silently into the air. The source of the music, which looked to be an old record player sat right at the end and in its center, was a large bed. However, what was surprising out of all this was what lie on top of said bed. Two Pokégirls were deep in the throes of their lovemaking, rubbing each other, tasting, kissing and their gazes focused solely on themselves and nothing else. No words save for what was probably going on in his head, left his mouth.

 

Hearing their moans of lust grow louder, movements becoming more loving and faster, the two both screamed, one arching her back while the other lie beneath her. Frozen, the Pokégirl slowly came back down with a sigh, looking at the other when she heard the door creak. Reacting quickly, both Pokégirls were staring at the door, right at their little audience.

 

“Crap!” Juno said trying to beat a hasty maneuver but it was too late. The two Pokégirls had already made it to the door, stopping him before he even got at least a foot down the hall. All Juno managed to see before suddenly blacking out was many beams of glowing; painful objects flying towards him and a darkish green, vile gas overwhelm him completely.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A tall bald man with normal ordinary sunshades gracefully flew through the air, his dull grey wings aided by some natural and unnatural force. Flying towards the very shop Juno just went into, he lands with a grace that would make any flying type somewhat jealous. Hiding his wings under his heavy leather coat, he cracks his neck and walks in.

 

“Ceres, Joanna I’m back.” The bald man said.

 

There was no response.

 

“Ceres, Joanna?” he said again.

 

Still, no response came to him.

 

Sighing he walked over to the counter, hopped over it and pushed the back doors open. Flicking on the lights which illuminated the dark steps he walked down them, grumbling and pulling out a cigar. Lighting it up as he reached the bottom, he opened the door and viewed two naked pokégirls arguing about what just happened with a surprising encounter with a young man, now pinned and unconscious on the nearby wall. Yelling out in frustration as she made her way towards the door, her angered breaths leaving a trail of dark green haze in her wake. The other girl walked right past the bald man, unnoticed and made her way up the stairs. It was only when she got halfway that realization hit her like a gunshot.

 

“Master Meph!” she squeaked, turning quickly.

 

“Joanna…” he said, putting out the cigar and crossing his arms, “Where is Ceres?”

 

“BY THE THOUSAND GODS ON HIGH WHY DID WE DO THAT?!” a yell came from down the hall.

 

“Umm…do I need to…say where…?” She managed to say.

 

Mephisto shook his head, “Never mind. Go upstairs, lock the door and get changed.”

 

“But-

 

“Do not say a word… just go…please…”

 

“Yes master.” She said, quickly leaving.

 

“I leave for five minutes. Five single minutes… and something happens… They just couldn’t wait ‘til I got back. ” he sighed.

 

Meph entered the hall and flicked on the light. Walking over to the unconscious young man he sighed and turned towards the room.

 

“Ceres!” he yelled.

 

Ceres responded quickly, exiting the room half dressed and focused on the man who was in the hall.

 

 

Uh…oh…

 

 

He then looked back at the person pinned to the wall, noticing the duster and weapon on his back.

 

 

Welly well well… look who it is…

 

 

“At least those two didn’t kill you, that’s for goddamn sure. And what also piques my interest is why you did not become a toad right about now…”

 

Pulling out and brushing off the needles that adorned his body, Mephisto pried him off the wall and flung him over his shoulder, ignoring the heavy stench emitting from him. Ceres soon made her way to him, fully dressed and looking solemn. Mephisto didn’t say a word and motioned her to go upstairs. Nodding quickly she did so, not glancing back at him and the unconscious intruder. Grunting as he soon made his way behind her, he yelled, “Joanna, get the Remedies and Refresh out of the first aid!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Master?” Joanna said, “Who is he?”

 

He was silent. Joanna shirked down and walked over to Ceres, who was feeling the same way.

 

“Is he still mad?” she said softly.

 

“I’m not mad. Just annoyed as to what just happened…”

 

Looking at Juno who was still knocked out, Mephisto reached over and opened a nearby bottle of clear liquid. Seeing the odd, white-ish fumes rise out of the top, he shook it all over Juno from head to toe and immediately the foul stench left and was replaced with a refreshing aroma. Setting that aside, he reached first aid kit and pulled out a pear shaped flask filled with pinkish liquid.

 

“Perfect.”

 

Setting it aside next to the other bottle, he began to concentrate. Mumbling silently, his hands began glowing with an orange color-like flame, complete with what looked like feathers. Placing them down on Juno’s chest, the glow left them and spread all throughout his body, giving the illusion he was slowly catching on fire. After a few minutes, the light died and he awoke with a deep gasp, followed by a small fit of coughing. Grabbing the flask, Meph popped it open and placed it in his hand.

 

“Drink this all down. It will help.”

 

Juno could not figure out what was going on, seeing that he was somehow blind and confused. Feeling something being placed in his hand whatever it was; Juno eagerly drank down the whole thing and completely ignored its bittersweet taste. Coughing again, his vision returned in a matter of seconds, refocusing clearly on a man and two curious girls looking right at him.

 

“Huh… what…?” he said, confusion finally leaving as he looked at them for a second, followed by yelling out, “Stay away from me!”

 

“Yup… he is fine…” Mephisto said as he got up, made his way to the counter and leaned against it. Pulling out a cigar, he looked at Juno, chuckling, “I see my girls put up a fight against you, well they would not have if you didn’t catch them taming each other. You are the first to survive a direct hit of 1000 Needles and not be transformed by Frog Song as well…”

 

Juno tilted his head, faintly feeling a bit sick and prickly from what happened.

 

“The name’s Mephisto Cross or Meph if ya want to call me that. Moreover, I already know who you are Juno, the brother to the great Blue Mage known as Joshua.”

 

“Yes…and yes.” He coughed.

 

“Joshua?” Ceres and Joanna said at the same time.

 

“Yes… he is my older…brother.”

 

As soon as the sentence left his mouth, a slew of apologies and other things left theirs. Juno nodded and trembled for a second, still recovering. “It’s ok... I should expect…something like this…especially if it…deals with my grandparents.”

 

“Maridina and Leonin?” he said.

 

“Yes sir.” Juno said.

 

“She comes here for remedies and such, and he always finds some antique to add to his ever growing collection. This store I run is not just for antiques and other things. They really should be thanking my two treasure seekers and florists Joanna and Ceres, not me.”

 

“Ceres? Joanna?” he said.

 

Instantly the two Pokégirls were before him. The first was donned in a simple snug tee and shorts, hugging her somewhat busty frame. Short pink petal hair frizzled about on her head which fitted against her deep green skin and eyes. The other thing that was ‘normal’ about her was the spikes donned uniformly in a pinstripe fashion on her body. Retracting them, she smiled and said, “I’m Joanna, a Cactora if you did not know. Sorry for what I did earlier.”

 

The second girl was more built and taller than her sister was, in all the right directions. She simply wore a red harem girl outfit, insinuating her lovely curves and bosom. What surprised Juno was the six slitted yellow eyes that adorned her face slowly rose out on stalks, and the red flower that rested atop her head. If he knew better he would have thought it to be a hat instead of an actual plant growing on her. A veil covered part of her face but that didn’t stop her from revealing the happy yet toothy grin she sported. “And I’m Ceres, a Mileeboro. Same here…honest.”

 

“Nice… to meet you both, well, you know...”

 

They both chuckled and moved away. Mephisto chuckled and said, “Ok… putting matters aside for the moment Juno, what brings you here to my shop?”

 

“Gran told me in a letter to come into town and give something to you. She said it was an important favor you had to keep.” He said.

 

Meph thought for a second, “Ah. I know exactly what your grandmother wanted me to do. Well let’s see it.”

 

“Taking off the bandolier and holster with the weapon, he handed it to him. Meph grabbed it and looked it over.

 

“Pristine condition for a vintage weapon, and still intact, if not in slight degrading condition even from you hitting the wall. Hmm…Pre-War .45 caliber lever action rifle, though I might have something better lying around I can ‘hybrid-ize’ to it and to also add a few compliments to your antique assortment. Everything seems to be in working order still, except for the lever which might be jammed, off iron sights, the loose hammer, the stock, action and barrel needing a little touch as well. That is not too hard to take care of. And I think I have an attachable scope for it lying around here as well, thus making this old relic, after some elbow grease and time… shine even more. Alright Maridina, I’ll do it on the house just for you.”

 

“Um…thanks Mr. Mephisto.”

 

“Just Meph to you, kid. I should be done by tomorrow so come in anytime and she will be waiting on ya, with everything else.”

 

Nodding, he stood up and stumbled slightly.

 

“That’s just a side effect from the Remedy counteracting what Ceres had done and your pureblood immune system trying to shake it off. The prickly feeling and the red marks adorning your skin from what Joanna did should wear off in a few minutes. Don’t worry; you will not smell weird as well. If you had any gifts that warded against it you would be just fine, but that’s just me speaking.”

 

Juno nodded before feeling the touch of needles all over come over again. Shuddering and waving goodbye. He stepped out and made his way to his bike. Task concluded, he coughed and looked back at the store, noting where it is if he suddenly forgot. Meanwhile, Meph was thinking on what to do as he set the assortment down and pondering the fact of how Joanna’s needles got through the Heavy Metal he was wearing.

 

 

Who knows…?

 

 

 Sighing, he looked back at his two girls. “So… which one of you is going to make up for what happened today…which might not involve taming…?”

 

They both froze, looking at each other and then back at him. “She is!” they said, pointing fingers at each other.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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“Well that takes care of that. Now to head for the PokéCenter and do my usual checkup.” Juno said to himself as he rode the streets once more, passing by the typical until he reached it.

 

Stopping and parking his bike next to a few others, he got off and stood there for a second. Looking up and seeing the iconic letter and large pokéball on the building’s front, he scratched his head and set his helmet on his bike. Yawning as he headed in, he looked around a bit.

 

“Nothing out of the ordinary, so I’m guessing he won’t be here and the day can’t get any worse for wear.” He said softly, eyeing Tamers and the pokégirls scattered about as he made his way to the front receptionist to check in. That moment then shattered as familiar but hated voice rang in the air behind him.

 

“Who won’t be here rich-boy? Because I hope that refers to you?” the voice sneered.

 

 

I spoke too soon… and how in the hell did he hear me…?

 

 

Juno turned and saw the punk of a young man looming at him, standing just at his eye level. His scraggly cut brown hair and grey eyes seemed to match his way of dress, aside from the odd necklace on his neck. Everything about him screamed ‘you know I better than you in every which way despite how I look’. Even his laid back yet forceful like posture showed something more met the eye if you examined him with some scrutiny. But…to Juno, he was just that one thorn….

 

“Hm. What gave you that idea Hack? I’m just here for the day without any criticism, bullying or any other bull that you seem to spout from that usual mouth of yours.”

 

The person froze, anger slowly swelling on his pinkish face. Directly he grabbed a handful of Juno’s shirt and brought him ever closer to his. “The name is Gavin Hawkins, you long haired, four-eyed prick of a pureblood.”

 

Juno simply stared on at him, waiting to see if he would release him or nail him in the face. Neither came as the NurseJoy from behind the counter made her way over to the two and stood there, foot tapping and armed with a clipboard. Even some of the people in the center looked on the small standoff.

 

 

More like Halitosis… They invented breath mints for a reason douchebag… 

 

 

“Ahem… Let this young man go, please…” she said, staring at Gavin who then released him with a shove. Juno looked at him, slight fury displayed in his eyes as well.

 

“You know what…? You aren’t even worth my time Pureblood. I just hope, hope to the gods you don’t become a Tamer. Simply saves me the trouble of trouncing you and any pathetic, useless and weak bitch of a pokégirl you ever do get. So…here’s a nugget of wisdom for you; wise up, return to your rich family of Demons and stay there because you have no chance whatsoever. And also… you are lucky you are wearing a vest and that she showed up you weak ass wimp. You won’t be so lucky if I see you again…you can count on it…”

 

“We’ll see…Hack… ”

 

Juno still stared at Gavin, watching him smirk and make his leave from the center, throwing some unusual hand sign out for all to see. Silently curling up a fist which ready to go cave his face in, it suddenly released when a soft hand wrapped about his wrist, gripping it to ease his anger. The NurseJoy spoke out, “You don’t need to deal with him. Not like this.”

 

Juno grabbed her hand and released his other, “I know. It’s just that he can be a thorn and a major pain in the…”

 

“Ass... since that’s what he is? Well that’s what you get when you encounter those wealthy, pureblood tamers who think the world revolves around them and treat their girls like simple property… but not you of course…” she said, a little shock on her face.

 

“How so…Rose?”

 

“I see it in your eyes Juno. Despite being a pureblood yourself, any pokégirl with good sense and morals would say that. You will become a great Tamer… that is… if you are willing to go through with it like your brother.”

 

 

Like my brother… always…I’m being compared to him…

 

 

“I have not made my decision yet. I’m just here for my yearly check-up like always.”

 

She smiled, “Then take a seat. I’ll let you know when she will see you.”

 

Before he sat down, he said, “Thanks…Rose…”

 

She turned and nodded, “Anytime.”

 

Turning back, Juno sat right next to the window on the far end. Yawning and placing his arms behind his back he looked out the window, seeing the day become overcast and simply go by without a care. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he sighed and drifted off into a light nap but that was interrupted by a small tug on his leg. Waking up, he looked down to see a little girl with small rabbit ears on her head, blonde hair, blue eyes and clutching a small teddy bear.  

 

“Hello little girl.” He said with a smile.

 

The child smiled and clutched part of her dress in her hand. She then spoke, “Um… mister… cans you plays with me?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Grinning widely and giggling as the very tall young man stood up, she grabbed his hand and led him off somewhere in the center, teddy Ursine in tow. Rose looked at him and smiled as he went by with the little girl, who led him to the somewhat big play area where other little children were having fun. Standing as the little girl left and went into a small playhouse, he watched the children run around, chase each other and play their games.

 

“Mister!” the little girl said, getting his attention.

 

Juno turned and walked over to the house, seeing her giggle and shut the window. Smiling he knelt down and lightly knocked on the door.

 

“Who is it?” she said happily.

 

He chuckled when he said his name all deep like he was a giant.

 

The girl opened the door, laughing as she did so. Juno put on a funny face which made her laugh even more and also got the other kids’ attention. Feeling someone tug on his duster, he turned to see another staring right at him. The tug came again, and another was standing before him. Soon all of them were looking at him, smiling and giggling. He slowly stood up, causing a few to gasp and look with amazement.

 

“He’s big.” One said.

 

“Super big.” Another said.

 

“Super-duper big!” a third said.

 

Juno chuckled and looked at them all, watching them touch and play with and around his legs. Feeling something grip and make its way on his right leg, he looked town to see one climbing up on him. Laughing as he got up to his knee, he picked him up and smiled.

 

“Me too!” the little girl said.

 

“Alright.” He said, picking her up as well. 

 

This went on for a few minutes, all of them having fun with this giant of a person. Juno couldn’t really blame himself, as this whole thing brought up fun memories. Unknowingly, he was also being watched by a smiling golden orange skinned person, donned in a fitting medical outfit which was perfectly accentuating her figure and very modest bosom. Long curly brown hair trailed down to the mid of her back. Two strands on her forehead twitch lightly under some unseen force. She was also floating a few inches off of the ground, silent and still. Watching the young man she knew since he was a baby play with the young ones brought some sense of peace, which turned to quiet laughter as they ‘toppled the giant’.

 

 

He has not changed a day. I still see that young little kid inside him.

 

 

Rose got up from the desk and walked over to the floating woman. Neither talked but their expressions showed what was really going on. Sighing she looked up at her, who in turn caught her glance as well. Nodding, she left and got someone to take her place. Walking back, the woman disappeared in a flash of pink energy. Seeing Juno still entangled she clapped her hands softly.

 

“Alright young ones, I need Juno for a moment.”

 

“Aww, but we were playings with the giant kid Miss Rose.” One said.

 

“I know Jimmy, but he has to come with me now. I promise he will come back after the doctor sees him.”

 

A slew of groans and disappointed looks donned their little faces as Juno got up and straightened himself out. Looking at Rose, he followed her pass the desk and through a door. Seeing many doors span the long hallway. Walking and nonchalantly conversing they reached their destination. Pulling out a key, she opened the door and flicked on the lights. Inside was what anyone would expect in a room for examining patients in a hospital. 

 

“Just sit on the bed. The doctor will be with you shortly.” Rose said.

 

Nodding, Juno sat down as the door closed softly behind him. Now alone with only the buzz of the fluorescent lights above him, he sighed and laid back, doubt still lingering in his mind.

 

“Should I do it? Should I take on what he did years ago? Walk in his footsteps…?”

 

He continued thinking about it when the sound of the door opening broke his thought. Sitting up, a tall woman entered. Focused completely on the clipboard in her hands, she walked over to the small desk in the corner and slowly sat on it. Juno looked at her and then the door, seeing it wide open. Knowing probably that she forgot to close it, he got up to do it for her when it suddenly closed by itself. Juno froze slightly. The woman glanced from her clipboard and looked at him.

 

 

‘Gets the curious ones every single time.’

 

 

Still examining the door, he suddenly heard a voice play in his head, ‘Sit back down please…’

 

“Who said that? Was it you?” he said, looking around before focusing at her. She did not say a word and continued to read over the clipboard.

 

 

‘Juno. Sit down please.’

 

 

Finally obeying the voice he did so, feeling somewhat uncomfortable that it knew his name but then becoming calm and relaxed for an odd reason.

 

 

What is going on here? He thought to himself.

 

 

‘Why nothing at all Juno. You are just fine.’

 

 

He jumped again, this time focused on the woman, “Ok that has to be you doing that.”

 

“And how is that possible Juno?” she spoke out, slowly setting the clipboard down and looking at him with serene jade colored eyes. “Are you sure you aren’t making it up…?”

 

“I don’t really know…”

 

“Well…” She said, getting up from the desk and slowly making her way to him with a hypnotic sway in each step. Bending slightly as she stared at him, he met her glance but that was starting to sink as her large breasts were in sight through the outfit she wore, which brought a faint thought of how they managed to stay in without bursting the buttons, among other things.

 

That faint thought was immediately picked up as she smiled slyly, a deep blush on her golden orange skin, “Are you thinking about me…in a way that is all over that face of yours…?”

 

He shook his head rapidly, “No. No. I’m not thinking about anything!”

 

 

He’s so… very easily played… but he is strong. That I know. Any girls he gets will have an interesting master.

 

 

She smiled and stood, “Well let’s get this over with then…shall we?”

 

“Ok… but, what is your name? You…look familiar.”

 

“My name… is Samantha Price. So…Juno, you are nineteen now?” She said as her antennae began twitching slightly as she looked him over.

 

“Um, yes ma’am.” Juno said, watching her examine every bit of him.

 

“Just like your brother alright, ten years ago.”

 

He sighed. She raised an eyebrow, “Something I said?”

 

He wanted to say something, but nothing came out of his mouth. Instead, she said it for him.

 

“You know. No one is pressuring you to do this, and they have not mentioned it to you as well, other than Charon and me. It’s your decision Juno. You don’t have to be a tamer just because of what your brother has accomplished or what Gavin as told you. So get that doubt and thought out of your head, or I’ll erase your memory and give you a new one. Something bubbly and energetic perhaps…or even something…celestial…?”

 

He froze, knowing full well of that word and his small rebuttal slipping out of his mouth.

 

She shook her head and leveled a finger on his forehead, “You are you. Remember that. Now stand up for me.”

 

Obliging her command he did so.

 

“Back straight. Arms out now.” She said, still examining and marking it off on her clipboard.

 

This continued for a good few minutes, Juno obeying every command she told him. Satisfied, she told him to sit back down.

 

 “6ft even. You have shot up alright. Weight and body tone is good, though a bit defined in the muscular area now that I see it. Glasses and your long black hair are very reminiscent of your mothers’, though she always kept hers short. So, no general problems that I can see that would affect your physical part of becoming a Tamer, lest you get the ones that will hinder you with some afflictions or cause you to work on your stamina. Other than that you are 100% homegrown, pureblooded, average bonafide human. Ok. Now for the final part of the check-up, a simple sample of your blood.”

 

Juno’s eyebrows rose when she said that.

 

“Oh come on. Afraid of needles now?” she said, holding the hypodermic needle in her soft hand.

 

“No. I just feel…strangely…uncomfortable for some reason…”

 

“Well it will just take a second. It will not hurt.” She said as a cloth and bottle of alcohol levitated its way to her. Letting the needle go it floated at her side. Opening the strong smelling liquid, she poured a little bit of it on the cloth. Taking it and wiping a spot on his arm, Samantha grabbed the needle and pierced it. Juno cringed slightly from the pain, seeing the needle now draw his blood inside it. Taking enough that she needed, she pulled it out of his arm.

 

“Alright. All done.  Now…that was not so bad was it?” she said with a mock smile, slapping a band-aid on his arm.

 

“Funny. Ha-ha… So I guess I’m done here?”

 

“Almost. I just need to see you here again tomorrow for the big day.”

 

“You mean the scheduled Tamer’s Test right?”

 

She nodded, “That’s correct, so be here early… Mr. Lucius...or not...”

 

“I will ma’am.” He said soon after.

 

“It’s just Samantha, Juno.” She smiled.

 

Juno rubbed his head sheepishly and headed out of the door, not before receiving a loving hug from her. He tensed as his head found itself smothered between the canyon of her generous bosom.

 

 

Just like Charon… Better get used to this since the test is tomorrow, and for all the girls out there waiting on you Juno...

 

 

 Feeling her release him, she smiled and let him be on his way.

 

“Now you are done…”

 

 Smiling slightly and making his way back to where he entered, he almost ran into Rose, who giggled slightly as he went by.

 

“See you tomorrow Juno.” she said happily.

 

He nodded to her and continued down the hall. Now back in the main reception, he casually yawned and stretched for a second. Straightening himself up as he made his way to the door, a large clap of thunder rang out above him. Looking out the door it was now pouring just as hard as it was yesterday.

 

“Great… the storm is back. I’m not riding home in that.”

 

Sighing, he turned and sat back down where he was before, only to feel something or someone grab his leg.

 

“Are yous done mister?” the little Bunnygirl said.

 

Juno smiled and picked her up, “Yes I am. And since it’s raining, I’m not going anywhere.”

 

Her grin returned with a loud, “Yay!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

*-*-*-*-*

 

 

 

 

 

 

The day soon continued into the night, and the rain continued its heavy pour upon the ground. Lights softly illuminate the forest clearing, all moving with careful ease of their surroundings. Voices accompanied with static fill the air as well as the storm above their heads. Before them, the crumpled body still lies in its ravaged, rigor mortis state.

 

“How long has he been here?” a person said, donned in a rain breaker with four solid yellow letters on its back.

 

“Let’s find out shall we?” another voice said, outstretching a gloved hand with a watch on it.

 

Taking the hand, the person looked around, still seeing the world as it was before everything began to slow down and turn amber, even the clock on the glove responding as well. The rain was now visible drops before them, slowly moving still until they came to a dead stop. Everything is silent for a moment, just before the sounds returned as if played in reverse. Soon the world accompanied the sound, going backwards for just the two of them. The world began to change as it continued, days and nights rewinding themselves until the crucial point, stopping and remaining so for a few seconds.

 

“This is it. Timestamp is 13:50 hours, 31^st day of May month, current year…” The voice said, releasing the person’s hand and removing the hood, revealing a white haired, blue eyed young woman.

 

“Alright. Gather as much as we can, then start on it over the following days.” The other said, removing a hood as well, showing a clean cut man with brown hair and tanned skin.

 

Seeing the moment play on as if it were happening right now, the two watched the clearing, seeing nothing denoting what had supposedly occurred. Time soon went forward for a moment, and then slowed down back to its stopped place. Now before them was their ‘corpse’, alive, unharmed, and seemingly ok, despite the look of suspicion on his face, accompanied with two women in worn yet rugged looking armor.

 

“Average builds. No markings or anything denoting either Tamer or Team affiliation. The others could be his pokégirls judging from the two pokéballs on his belt. Type and what the girls seem to be are unknown. Alright, let’s go on a bit further.” The man said.

 

The phantom people continued on until one heard something in the air, followed by an intense flash of incredibly bright light blinding the three. They are immediately caught off guard as an invisible force launches them towards nearby trees, pinning them harshly. A quick shadow suddenly appears among the light, spiraling around the tree before standing obscured in the now fading light. The flash soon begins to fade, revealing a stunning figure wearing some abnormal yet revealing garb that looks like patchwork armor pieced out of random things, armed with what  looked like a ridiculous cleaver, now staring at the two bound tightly on nearby trees. This intimidating person crouches and looks at him with some odd emotionless expression while twirling a wickedly strong and heavy link chain in her hands.

 

“Finally caught you…” she said, voice dripping with venom.

 

The others tried her hardest to break the chain, but only got scores of fresh cuts from the spiked links piercing through on her arms, torso and legs. Their futile, angered struggling caused the woman to deliver simultaneous lashes with her chain against their faces and laugh, “Try all you want ladies. That chain isn’t breaking anytime soon…even with someone of your strong caliber… So sit back and enjoy…”

 

“Ugh… It’s you. The Sadist… I’m guessing the… master is not far behind …?” he struggled out, the chain constricting his breathing.

 

“True…boy…” a voice said accompanied by a person coming out from behind the tree he was bound on. Wearing nothing but a zip-up jacket, boots and tore up shorts, this wiry man looked into his face and wheezed a laugh. The women simply stared on at the other, helpless to do anything yet angered in her predicament.

 

“I guess the…truth about what…happened there doesn’t…want to come to light?”

 

“That’s the plan. You see… I had no…fucking…idea you made it this far. I’m guessing my ‘employers’ don’t want someone like you spreading around any rumors and such. This was really pretty easy and a complete waste for such a bounty put on you… One million…seriously…? Well shit…I would have done it for less than that, but I guess that’s just for motivation…”

 

He then grabbed the cleaver from the woman and walked over to one of the ladies.

 

“Now… I’ve been tasked to ask one question… and that is…” he said, sliding the sharpened blade next to her neck. She stared on, coldly staring at the human before her.

 

“Never…! Its blood…money…anyway…” he managed, not letting him finish.

 

Tilting his head, the woman came over, gripped the cleaver and with her psychic prowess, brought it home. Silence befell the two as they watched the girl stare on; quivering slightly as fresh blood began running down her neck and down the blade. She shuddered, gasped slightly, frozen as the cleaver was firmly in the tree. Everything feels cold as her blood begins spilling forth from the blade. The world fades to black as her grey eyes went distant, head now slowly sliding off the blade and rolling onto the earth. The man picked it up and said, “Looks like she has a splitting headache, don’t you agree…?”

 

That hurt the man and his remaining pokégirl deeply on the inside, their very souls in pain from the sadistic action, but not enough to break them.

 

“That was simply act one…. The real enjoyment of this is coming soon…” The person soon pulled out a worn out bowie knife, covered in dried blood. The other woman tries harder to break her bound self, only to get punched in the face, gut, and her head assaulted with the same psychic force that killed the one close to her. “Stop struggling dear and enjoy the show…or I will make it worse…as I love to break someone in like you… Either that or end up like your sister there…”

 

“They…will find out…” he choked out.

 

The assailant began to glow with an orange energy, it somehow changing his eyes completely red and toning his build slightly. The girl looked up and saw fear in his eyes, yet his defiant smile as to what was going to happen next with his final thought enter her mind…

 

 

Remember…by the sword…I have always loved you both… Live on…for me…

 

And…I too…my Master…

 

 

All the person could do was simply scream at his assailant and accept his fate who began beating and stabbing him with almost ungodly fervor, the other somehow enjoying the sight, hearing the sounds of bones cracking, flesh against metal added with his victim’s blood splattering and flying in the air with each brazen hit. His last pokégirl was forced to watch and then beaten if she turned as he continued, eyes completely stunned in sick pleasure. Continuing his assault as every blow he inflicted hit deep within her; the will that held up since her sister’s death finally shattered. The man was pretty much dead and now being used as a meaty punching bag.

 

“Yes… See what happens when you run…?”

 

Turning slightly from the sight and groaning, it continued until the person stopped, stood and stepped back a few feet. Outstretching his arms, the person yelled. He licked the blood off of his knife as the rest was cleaned off his face by the second. Turning away from the scene, the two left the battered corpse of the person behind, the slain sister, and his beaten pokégirl. Hearing him wheeze, seeing him twitch and bleed out on the blood stained earth. The chains soon released the two and the body, she falling on her knees while seeing the man hit the ground like a rag doll.

 

“They left him for dead… murdered one of his pokégirls, and forced the other to watch… Jesus Christo…”

 

The woman was still stunned, not believing what had transpired before her very eyes. She made her way to him, tears trailing down her bruised face. Feeling the sadness of not being able to protect him, no…protect her liege and their connection shattering like glass, a faint rage growing for revenge silently sparked within her. She fell upon him crying and beating the ground with her fist. His hand raggedly raised, just enough to stroke her face before succumbing to death’s embrace. Soon the scene sped up, going beyond the days in second’s time, showing the same girl only in a different form returning to the body, kneeling and remaining that way for minutes on end. What was strange was that the body of the second was nowhere to be seen. Continuing on for any sign, she noticed a robed figure passing through the crime scene. Carrying a black book and a simple wooden staff, the person kneels before the body and speaks softly to it.

 

Looking at the scene, the officer says, “Back up to where the body was.”

 

She does so, rewinding time to the crucial point and stopping. The officer walks on a small distance and notices what looks like small sparkles on the tree and floating in the air where the bound girl once was.

 

“The body was taken as soon as she died. That was an illusion, a pretty powerful one. So our mystery person is on the list as well.”

 

“So…we know who killed him, what has become of the body of victim one, the condition of his second pokégirl and our mystery guest too. Guessing by her looks I would say she had either evolved from her trauma, has become completely feral from the loss of her current Tamer or completely insane from what she went through. By the gods I was hoping it to be a simple case of a bad luck run in, but this…not in the slightest… Its Team related alright… and Joyce is not going to like this…master…” the white haired girl said.

 

“I know… This is going to open some old wounds…for all of us…”

 

The officer picked up the tattered belt holding the balls of their unknown residents and stared at them for a few seconds.

 

“It should have her code still in it. Even though she is feral it will capture her. If she keeps paying a visit to the body, then she must be still around. But the other one….hmmm…Im guessing it will be something awarded… God… This is going to be a very interesting case for whoever wants to take it.”

 

“So…is that all master…? Anything else needed…?”

 

“Yes. We have what we need. Let the forensics handle the rest. Slab him on ice and file anything else in the report. As for the balls, they will remain in my care. Will you set the bounty up when we return…and do not inform Joyce of this my dear?”

 

“Of course master…I shall…”

 

Nodding, the man knelt down and closed the eyelids of the corpse, “Rest now. You will be avenged…” he said. Looking back at the girl before him, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She in turn grabbed it.

 

“Get us out of here… this is all we can do for now…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

*-*-*-*-*

 

 

 

 

 

 

The storm continued. Lightning flashed through the windows, casting its white glow among the people who were watching it. The trees outside the center began to bend and sway in the wind.

 

“This storm is getting really bad.” Juno said.

 

The little ones were all huddled together around Juno, listening to the storm continue above their heads with curiosity or hidden fear.

 

“I'm surprised that they aren't scared of this because we have been having some weird weather.”

 

Rose nodded, looking around the center to see who was still around. The tamers and anyone else around had either left for the night or retired to their rooms. It was just Juno and the little ones, all sitting in the lounge area.

 

 

Just like last night... The gods are still angry...

 

 

“Well I believe it's time for the little ones to go to bed as it is curfew. Juno, you're welcome to the last room at the end of the hall.”

 

“Thank you Rose. I'm just going to sit here and look at the storm.”

 

Smiling, “Alright little ones, time for bed.”

 

Seeing Rose tend to the children, Juno sighed and turned back to the window. Thunder simply cracked and rang above his head. Yawning, he leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes and started to drift off. Not noticing the sound of a shutting door, she had returned from settling down the children. Smiling as she saw Juno asleep in the chair she walked over, locked the front doors and dimmed the lights. Looking at the clock and seeing that it was late, she sat down in the chair next to him. Sighing softly, the Nurse Joy slowly rested her head against his shoulder, ignoring the fact that he would not mind and contently joined Juno in dozing off. It was not long as the ambience filled the dimmed PokéCenter, the two would awaken to a loud crack of lightning causing the power to flicker.

 

Both startled, the two awoke to lights flickering above them before completely going out. Hearing Rose groan gave Juno a sudden but used idea. Concentrating like before he created the small flame in his hands.

 

“Let there be light.” He said. The Nurse Joy smiled, “You are just full of surprises aren’t ya?”

 

“I wouldn’t say. Just always prepared I guess.”

 

“Well with that flame of yours, you can go down into the cellar and flip back on the breakers.” Rose said as she got up with Juno following right behind her. Heading right back into the hall, the two continued down it until they reached a large door. Pulling out a key, she slid it into the lock and turned the handle, the door responding with a creaking sound.

 

“Hold on a second.” She said as she rummaged in the locker near the door. Hearing her chuckle slightly, she turned and held up a working flashlight.

 

“I’m good. You use that to check on everyone.” He said as he walked down the metal steps and into the darkness.

 

“Be careful down there.”

 

With that she left and did a round in the halls. Juno had reached the bottom of the pitch dark basement, noting how much bigger it was than the one at home. Passing things that were probably not to be seen and opened, he looked around for the breaker.

 

“Probably the same as at home. Flip the main and the lights should come on.” He said to himself, still looking when he saw what said [High Voltage] illuminated by his tiny flame. Looking for a handle, he grabbed it and pulled the large door open. Inside were many inscribed switches, all in one direction except for one and another larger than the others. Flipping the first back into its original position he grabbed the other and crossed his fingers.

 

“Hold on to your butts.” He cringed, flipping the switch. The sound of breakers locking and the hum of power came to his ears as the lights of the basement flickered on.

 

 

Juno you have done it again…

 

 

 Smiling and shutting the door, he walked back up the stairs and extinguished his flame. Closing the basement door, he turned and headed to the nearby door on his right, hoping that it was the empty room Rose was talking about. Opening the door, he stopped to see that all the little ones were asleep in it, with said Nurse Joy as well. Walking in, he grabbed the blanket that lay draped on the arm and covered her with it. Looking at them all, he softly said, “Goodnight everybody.”

 

Cracking the door slightly, he left and went to the next one, knowing for sure it was his room. Indeed it was as he entered, seeing the same furnishings as the last one. With nothing but the dimmed lights above, he softly shut the door and immediately jumped into the bed. Kicking off his boots, he yawned and lay back on the pillow, only to find that something hard was underneath it.

 

“Huh?”  He said as he slid a hand under it. His face donned the look of curiosity as the object was now in his hand only to turn into surprise at what he was holding.

 

“A…pokéball…?”

 

The orb was indeed its namesake, but it was not like the ones some Tamers had on them. Those were small like the large marble found amongst the smaller ones, except for the occasional enlarged one. And like it, this one in his hand may have or had a Pokégirl inside. Question was other than being empty or containing who knows what, what kind of girl could it be? And why was it under this exact pillow in this room?

 

“I have no clue what could be in here or who this belongs to.” Juno said as he tossed it up and down in his hand. Lying back down, he sighed and continued looking at the pokéball. Ordinary, plain, the usual red and white motif and nothing truly special about it. Classic.

 

“I guess I’ll let Rose deal with it in the morning.”

 

Setting it and his glasses aside on the couch, he decided to pass out exactly where lay. However… before sleep and the dreamscape came to him, the pokéball slowly rolled off of it and landed on the floor. Bouncing slightly and rolling a small distance, it soon opened in its usual white energy and revealed its very intriguing contents.

 

 

 

 

She ‘stood’ there, shaking off the effects from being in her familiar confines. Her red colored eyes soon adjusted to the dimmed light and looked around to find where she was. Seeing nothing but a typical bed, couch, chair, table and other things, her sight then diverted to finding who would be her new master. Gliding her way around the room, coils moving silently she then caught sight of ‘him’ asleep on the bed. Out of all of the other Tamers whom she had been passed down to and through, could this ‘male’ be her new Tamer or was it something more? The snake-girl thought on how to process it, looking at the slumbering, average young male before her. She could wake him, but she did not know what to say. Her ball lie just a few feet from her tail at the ready if she wanted to go back. Feeling contradicted from her two options, the girl simply coiled herself up and stared on not before picking up and grasping her ball in her hands.

 

Juno mumbled in his sleep and woke up, groggy and annoyed.

 

“Goddamn storm just won’t let up….” He yawned out, seeing it continue through the window with its show of lightning and thunder in the air. Turning, his blurry eyes caught sight on someone or something looking right at him, holding the Pokéball.

 

“Um…uh…?” he got out, taking his glasses off of the couch and putting them on, only to clean them and wear them again in hope that it was just some trick his eyes were playing.

 

 He got his answer when the person spoke out in a simple yet almost concerned voice, “To say something about your sudden inability to speak and to answer a question you have on your mind…not yet male… seeing that I must be your first ever pokégirl, standing here right before you.”

    

 

 

 

 

 

 *-*-*-*-*

 

 

 

 

 

 

Juno sat on the edge of the bed looking at the silent Pokégirl before him. Her long serpentine tail was coiled up beneath her, softly propping up her torso. It, by his random guess was probably between eight and fourteen feet in length, easily enough of ‘her’ to be able to wrap him up in his entirety if she wanted to. Her human half accentuated into an average if not beautiful young woman with lightly tanned skin, unmarred by any blemish of scar. She was also completely silent as he looked her over causing Juno to feel nervous if she was doing the same. Slightly pointed ears, smooth deep green scales that were just a few shades shy of black if viewed in broad daylight fully uniformed complete with a strip going up her back, if he were to see that. Long, black hair with a hinted tint of violet fell down to her lower back, added with the unassuming twin tails she sported. A simple front-tie white halter top, orange and white skirt, matching detached sleeves on her arms, small earrings, a necklace and wrist bangles were all adorned on her. All in all she was quite a looker and more, despite in how she was dressed, which was putting some lovely skin on display and everything else. She also seemed to look a bit older than him by at least a year or two if not more. But…what finally piqued his curiosity from his silent observation was that she had four arms, the first set he easily noticed was crossed under her breasts holding the ball. The second set surprised him when they landed firmly on her hips.

 

 

Hmm… just like before…another plain male…but…

 

 

He did not really have anything to say to her as to how her ball was in this particular room and neither did she, for the moment anyway. He was also completely bewildered to the fact as to why she did not do anything to him in his sleep when she popped out of it. She was a snake, which clicked in his head as he continued to look her over some more, and like the species of old, they constrict their prey or use lethal poison to kill it. So to him, death and something more painful was in front of him, staring right in his eyes. Making the first move, she slowly came closer to him, causing Juno to back away slowly towards the other side of the bed, nerves filling with new fear.

 

She stopped, a small smirk donning her face with a chuckle. “I’m not going to eat you male… Human isn’t in my line of food...though I heard you can’t taste the difference between that and a Feral. And besides, why would I want to hurt someone…that makes me feel as if I’m going to get to know a lot better?”

 

Juno cautiously eased up and moved back to where he was, which in turn caused her to back away to her original spot. “So…you aren’t going to hurt me?”

 

“No male. If I did… that would mean something very terrible or worse would happen to me and I don’t want that.”

 

“And what would that be…if you did…?” he said curiously.

 

“I would probably I will get sent to another person who wants to keep me around, for what I am….or…put…down…in storage…”

 

Juno raised an eyebrow, “Want to keep you around?”

 

She in turn raised an eyebrow as well, followed by a flicker of her tongue, “Yes… But wait a minute… are…are you a… Tamer…?”

 

“No… um…not yet… I haven’t…decided on it.”

 

After he said that, she felt curious about the person before her. Uncoiling silently and moving about she then softly rested on the couch, set her ball down and left the rest of her long tail to lay wherever in some pose-like fashion. Looking calmly at Juno, “Well…for curiosity…what is stopping you male...um…I mean…?”

 

“Juno. My name is Juno.” He said.

 

She nodded and waited for his answer. He looked at her for a second, then away from her. “I just feel…like I’m not going to make it. Not cut out for it because of being a pureblood, a human male with no bloodgifts or curses in your case. Samantha, someone I know, told me to squash it and simplify it for yourself, the same with another, the Nurse Joy Rose as well. Either you do or don’t.”

 

The snake pokégirl rose slightly, listening to Juno continue about his small block, nodding as he began adding to it things about his brother and how he was looked up to. He in turn asked about her, which were mainly small things and the like and he too listened as well. As they continued their small conversation, she had a small thought come to her. Never has she heard of a pureblooded human becoming a Tamer no less ones like him. Knowing from her time with many different Tamers even if it was temporary at that, humans with no pokégirl genes from their ancestry at all were considered a rarity in the world, some even looked up to or rumored to be turned into experiments, which was usually the latter if they could get their hands on one. But somehow, as she listened and talked to this smiling and chuckling young man who was in his mind trying to shatter his block completely and establish something just for himself and not for the sake of those around him, felt as if she was already his, he was her Tamer and this was just normal conversation. From her perspective as their talk continued on, it seemed as if he simply needed a push in the right direction and that was all.

 

 

This…male…is interesting to say the least and kind of…likable…now that I look at him… It is as if being in his presence…makes me feel as if I was already his pokégirl… Maybe…maybe he is the one… that she spoke of…this Samantha he calls her…? If he is…I hope he decides to become one and keep me… and not be like those others… Is this… the chance I have waited for…?

 

 

Juno sighed and lay back down on the bed, not noticing the small smile that suddenly appeared on her face. Staring at the ceiling he glanced at her and asked, “What kind of pokégirl are you, if I may ask?”

 

“I am a Naga.” She said nodding, coiling her long tail and ‘standing’ before him. She noticed him admiring her form, eyes looking quite surprised and intrigued from that action. 

 

“But… I thought Nagas only had two arms.”

 

“Very true Juno. And usually it is no arms at all for some, but as you can see through the grace of my family, I was gifted with four.” She said twirling softly in place before him, making sure he got a real good look at her.

 

He smiled for a second, seeing her move each one, together and independent from the others. Yawning he looked up at the ceiling just as she left his sight for a second. Turning, she was not there. Looking towards the door, he jumped, seeing her somehow next to him in the bed. 

 

“That’s one thing about being a Naga; notorious for not making a sound.” She giggled.

 

He chuckled and looked at her lying there, smiling with those eyes curiously in looking into his and trying their best to figure him out plus find more things about him. Another question soon arose in Juno, one that just appeared from nowhere in his head, “How many people have you been with and do you have a name and family?”

 

She thought for a second before responding, “I can’t really recall my true name, or the nicknames I had of course, even the many Tamers I have and had been passed through as well. But…I do remember my mother and father. We lived somewhere south and warm, with lots of land as far as we wanted. My mother was strong and caring, and an experienced magician which was what probably won over my father, among other things. He was a traveler and a strong fighter, always training and exploring different places of interest. That...went on for years, right until I was born.”

 

Juno nodded as she continued, talking about herself, until she froze softly. He then saw what looked like tears streaming down her face and whispers of her past being spoken. He caught a few words, some that he would have to look up, but two rang in his head, somehow ingrained in his very thoughts.

 

 

Death…Fear… I guess I shouldn’t have said anything…

 

 

He slowly and cautiously reached out to console her, only to be encased by all four arms around him and her long tail. Eyes now wide from her reaction, he slowly began to calm himself down.

 

 

Don’t worry… she isn’t going to do anything to you…

 

 

 Juno sighed and began unknowingly whispering calming words to her from his constricted position. Her sobbing continued as she remained buried in his chest.

 

 

Great Juno… you made her cry… knock off some points for that now…

 

 

Continuing to calm her down, her sobbing lessened but she remained close, coils still constricted all around him. Juno then softly said, “Are you ok now? Did you let it all out?”

 

She nodded in his chest. Hearing her sniffle and rub her face on his shirt she slowly looked up at him. Concern was in his eyes, but it turned to a smile.

 

“Thank you…Juno…”

 

“It’s alright. My fault anyways… I really shouldn’t have said anything. If you want, I can return you to your ball for the night…if you want to be alone...”

 

She shakes her head and looks up at him. “Is it...ok if… if I stay out here with you… that you will have me…?”

 

Juno felt his nerves rise up on him, this time feeling awkward instead of stupidity and concern. “Um… I don’t… mind…the company…!” He said hesitantly, “As long as you are feeling better, I…do not…mind…”

 

The Naga nodded, nestled herself in, rose up and rested her head against his neck with a sigh.  “Mmm…you’re very warm…like coals on a cozy fire…”

 

He did not say a word as he watched her lay there, holding back the surprise as she began wrapping her long tail around him. It was strange, feeling his body from his midsection down being evenly constricted by her tail with the tip locking snugly to his left ankle.

 

 

It’s like a hug all over me… and a lovely leg lock at the same time…so… what is wrong with that…?

 

 

There was nothing he could really do but enjoy her company as he saw her, eyes closed and enjoying his warmth. Her sniffling calmed to steady breaths as she held onto him like a cherished item.

 

 

‘Well Juno… Just look at you… After all that was said and done…especially on your birthday… a pokégirl is in your grasp, though vice-versa anyway… It’s not like it’s you and Charon though… she is totally different from her. But I guess…the big question is… what’s going to happen now…?’

 

 

  Feeling Juno finally shift about she looks up at him, “Is something wrong Ma- um, Juno?”

 

“No no… Just trying to get a little comfortable is all.” He said with a smile, trying to free his arms with little success, noticing the slip up she just said.

 

 

She wanted to call me Master… Maybe…this… No. It’s not. I’m just keeping her company until someone claims her…

 

 

She looks at how she has him and smiles, loosening her grasp to release his arms. Sighing and resting them back behind his head, he makes sure he is good among her coils. Nodding as her coils returned to their soft constrictions, she went back to resting her head and hugging him.

 

 

Ok…this is interesting…

 

 

‘Why is that Juno…?’

 

 

Well…other than feeling what all humans feel when with someone special…it’s just that…

 

 

‘You never have been with a pokégirl…let alone…someone like her…since Charon doesn’t count…?’

 

 

Well…yeah… Pretty much…yeah…

 

 

‘Ok…well…what is stopping you then…from continuing on…?’

 

 

Huh…?

 

 

‘She is a pokégirl Juno. And you are a human male. DO I have to put two and two together…or is that something you were not taught?’

 

 

I get it…ok…?

 

 

‘So answer my question… What is stopping you…?’

 

 

I’m not that kind of person… I’m not just going to take her, or any Domestic, right here and now…like what they do in the wilds…or something! Besides, she is not mine despite that slip of the tongue earlier.

 

 

‘But you know full well of the word. She wanted to call you that.’

 

 

Whatever…I’m not a Tamer yet.

 

 

‘Ok. I’ll give you points for that Juno… So its morals… That aside for now… you are thinking it…isn’t you…?’

 

 

No I’m not.

 

 

‘Yes you are… It’s all here in your head…and besides…is that what you want…?’

 

 

Want…?

 

 

‘Yes…Want…To feel the touch of another…her… Skin against skin, well scales…the growing warmth…her cries for more…the pleasure you give and receive… and… that intimate, loving connection we all know as Taming and Bonding …?’

 

 

…

 

 

‘Huh…since you aren’t talking…that answers that question then…’

 

 

No it doesn’t…

 

 

‘Well then… why don’t you explain to me what you are doing right now?’

 

 

I’m just keeping her company…wrapped up from the waist down and somehow enjoying that fact.

 

 

‘I see…well it must be good company considering how…infatuated…she is right now…because I didn’t know you had it in you to make the first move…’

 

 

Huh…?

 

 

He snapped out of his thought, knowing the answer to his question when he felt soft hair in his face, the fresh scent of her skin in his nose, and the taste of it clearly on his lips. Feeling a soft, warm mound clutched in his hand, Juno glanced over just as she suddenly bit down on her finger to stifle a moan. Quickly stopping, he sat up on his arms, embarrassed at his sudden unknown actions.

 

“I’m…I’m sorry…. I shouldn’t... oh Gods…” He said suddenly, seeing her still looking away and now worked up from what he simply did. His mind also tried to process how he got her on the bottom of this situation, seeing that he was clearly not moving bodily-wise.

 

She looked back at him after realizing he had stopped, her eyes looking into his with some unseen need to want him to continue. That eventually changed at the concern and embarrassment shown in his. Feeling him want to get up from his new position, she reluctantly released him from her coils and watched him silently. He sat up and looked away, sitting down on the edge of the bed bobbing his legs nervously up and down. She sat up and slowly approached him, her coils lying about herself.

 

“Are…are you…alright…?”

 

“Yes I’m fine…well…I…” he said.

 

“…I just don’t know what came over me…taking advantage of you like that, completely oblivious and especially since I don’t know who you belong to…”

 

She came behind him, slowly and nervously wrapping her arms around his waist and chest, only to feel him tense up slightly and move away from her. Juno turned back, seeing her blushing and glancing away again.

 

“It’s…it's ok…Juno… I did not…expect that… that you would be…eager…for me…?”

 

 

‘See…? She knows what she wants…and you do as well… This situation has worked out...in good favor, as she did not reject you. So…your fear gets thrown right out the window…and I see no reason to deny what has been natural for many years…’

 

 

“Um… I’ve…never really…did anything…like this…seeing as this is…” he said, turning away, only to feel a hand cup his cheek. She turned him back and drew herself close to his face, their lips barely touching.

 

“Me too…Juno…”

 

He just stared at her, locked into those gazing eyes. They were now a slightly pink color, glowing faintly in the dim light. All Juno saw as she continued staring was a strong and wanting necessitate, to bond, to love and to tame… In that…he wanted to do something, anything to start on that want but she led on, her lips coming close to his, her very breath upon them. Unmoving, Juno suddenly felt her warm tongue slide across his lips before connecting the kiss. He went wide eyed at what she was doing but slowly settled down as she continued, softly moaning into it, she begging for entrance, sliding slowly against his bottom lip expectantly. Nervously allowing her access, it explored and danced all over his mouth and then some, almost throwing him for a loop right there. Juno turned and was back on the bed, the Naga on top and continuing the excellent kiss. She felt his hands slowly but unsurely placed on her hips, still but soon touching smooth flesh as she undid her skirt.

 

“Mmmmhmmmmm….” she moaned into the kiss, placing a pair of hands on his.

 

Leading him up, he heard her softly gasp and felt a shiver racing through her. She griped him tighter at the feeling as she ran his hands over her trail of scales. Releasing the kiss, the two found themselves staring at each other, complete with a string of saliva connecting them. His eyes were now slightly pink as well...

 

 

‘Even though you started and she has continued, just go with the flow…take your time with it… It will all come naturally to you...’

 

 

“You…like…?” she said softly.

 

“Very much…”

 

Their stare down lasted for a moment until Juno slid his hands away and gripped her top. He slowly pulled the bottom lace and began untying it, causing her to shiver again as his hands slid across her now freed breasts. Grabbing his hand she slowly sat him up in the bed, doing the same to him. Removing his clothing with each hand working softly with the other, she took her time exploring his average self. Taking off his shirt and the Heavy Metal, the Naga began laying kisses down and all over his chest, slowly making her way to his pants. Juno watched every action she did, enjoying the strange tenderness of each kiss that she gave him coupled with the smooth yet clawing caresses of her hands. Reaching his pants she undid his belt and pulled them off, boxers and all, revealing his already anticipating member before her eyes. Average, yet formed, it did not matter to her.

 

 Backing slightly away, she turned and lay back down on the bed, arms relaxed and all of her natural blushing beauty before him. She felt him look her over, his eyes filling with unknown anticipation, drinking all of her in. Juno admired her form, seeing her lie there, her head turned yet gazing at him, tail slowly slithering around and about him, blushes clear on her face and upper chest, ready for what was to come. Straddling her, Juno latched himself back on her neck.

 

“Ooooh…yessssss….” she said with a lustful and surprised hiss at his ministrations, hand cupping her breast again, feeling his tongue taste her flesh and the hot organ throb against her tail, waiting for its time.

 

She pulled him into another kiss, it more lust-filled than the last. Juno felt her hands now clawing more eagerly against his skin, causing him to shiver and lightly gasp when one gripped his ass tightly. His did the same, though the other finally found its way to the neglected twin. She broke the kiss and let out a slight gasp as he gave them a needy squeeze. Looking up at him, she placed a pair of hands on his wrists and closed her eyes, enjoying his fingers sliding over her already hard nipples. Making his path on her body, his mouth soon latched onto the pert nipple, suckling it like a newborn. She was now in fleeting ecstasy as pleasure and lust took over, slowly growing within her. Leaving the first he latched onto the other, giving it its much needed attention which made her to place two hands on his head and the others on his back to encourage him. Her tail began to lightly wrap around his body as he continued caressing and tasting her. Seeing that it had its desired attention, Juno continued his path, down the canyon of her breasts, her soft, athletic stomach and now to her gleaming sex. He caught a small whiff of the musky scent hit his nose, addling his mind even more. Taking a tentative lick, it sent another, much stronger shiver through her serpentine body, making her whimper and moan for more. Looking at her, she turned and softly nodded, “…yes…Tame…me…master…”

 

 

‘She finally said it…and it was lovely in that wanting voice…’

 

 

He felt those words…and that title… were already his, not needing to be said by her…

 

Moaning and hissing as the young man gripped her ass and attacked her folds with wonton abandon; she gripped the covers, his head and simply rode the love he was giving her. Continuing his fervent attack, Juno let out a muffled cry as she gripped his head and kept him there. She bit back a moan, forcing back the oncoming orgasm only to hiss it out as he continued from there, licking and stimulating her as best he could. Breathily whimpers sustained from her as he kept his pace, now with a finger or two probing her folds. She felt the warm heat deep within her began to grow even more, spreading its yearning goodness all over every muscle of her body.

 

“It…feelsssssss…g-g-g-goodsssssss….masssssssssssster…” she hissed out, feeling her walls gripping the digits exploring within her virgin core.

 

The heat soon turned to fire as a loud hiss-like scream escaped her mouth, the orgasmic rush spreading throughout her and sending her juices into Juno’s awaiting mouth. She froze for a second, the moment locking her and that constricting tail around Juno before she fell softly back, breathing slightly hard. Juno arose, though now trapped from her coils and licked his lips, making sure he got every drop. Staring at her, black hair slightly a tangle, slight sweat slicked chest rising and falling with each breath, deeper blush spread on her naked body, eyes half closed and enjoying the new pleasure she felt for the first time, he softly smiled, though he was beaming wildly on the inside.

 

“I believe… we are not done yet...” he said softly, her hazy eyes locked on him as she drew him close with her tail, softly moaning.

 

Slowly recoiling herself around him like before, Juno feels her tail tip to lock around his ankle like before. Feeling his body in close contact with hers, she bites her lip as he presses his cock against her wet folds, the head sliding and teasing her with every miss. He continues, finally slipping inside her until he feels a small obstruction, her unbroken flower. Slight pain adorns her face at the impending action but she bears through it, ready to receive him. Kissing Juno fully, he pushes on with some help from her tail, releasing a muffled scream as he broke through, hilting her completely. Releasing himself from the kiss, Juno remained still, hearing her scream of pain come down to sobs, she now feeling the throbbing invasion become accustomed before beginning the age-old rhythm.

 

He looked into her eyes, seeing her now softly crying from the action but still focused into his. She moaned slightly as she felt his readiness to begin, organ twitching with eager anticipation within her virgin core. Now slowly thrusting into her; moans and hisses began leaving her mouth, pain steadily melting away for pleasure she only heard about. He felt her sex tighten slightly with each thrust, her walls gripping every inch of his cock, adding to what he was giving her and in return.

 

 

‘This is what you wanted…and how you are savoring every single moment Juno…’

 

 

Her moans soon grew as he continued, with a few coming from him as well. Sweat began glistening down their bodies as his movements became faster and more pronounced. Her moans, hisses, and cries for him perfectly tied in to each of his thrusts, all escaping until not a sound came out. Grunting and driving his way in her as he felt her coils and grip become tighter with each fleshy impact, Juno groaned and hilted her again, his virgin seed now completely coating her insides. She screamed, constricting him ever more tightly and biting him in the shoulder as the sudden wave of newfound warmth within her coupled with the orgasmic aftershock surged itself all throughout her body. Juno was unbeknownst to the action and the sounds of a few fractured ribs and such, locked in the storm, their culminated moment now here.  

 

The two never moved, locked until the she released the bite and her coils with a gasp followed by Juno collapsing right onto her chest. Breathing hard as the sexual high condensed to basking afterglow, he looked at her, eyes closed and breathing heavily. That soon changed to red eyes showing nothing but love within them. Turning so that he was on the bottom this time, she quietly and happily buried herself closer to him, full, warm and elated. Yawning and taking in his warmth she contently falls asleep on his chest, drifting to the drumming of her new and only master’s heartbeat. Looking at her, sweat laden and disheveled though perfect no matter, he smiled as she softly spoke random words in her sleep, “Love…pro…tect…keep… happy…birth…day…”

 

Juno placed his arms around her, still oblivious to the pain. As he did, his emotions came to the forefront for just that moment.

 

 

Yes… I have a name…

 

 

 Yawning he proceeded to sleep as well, not before whispering, “…Vivian… that is your name…and thank you…my serpent…”

 

 

 

 

Outside his room, Samantha, looking slightly tousled; floated slightly off of the ground, her long antennae twitching as her eyes dimmed from their glowing pink back to their normal color. Seeing the two within her head asleep and smiling, she floated off, eyes closed and humming.

 

 

Of course it is…and a beautiful name for your gift as well… Now all you need to do is walk forward…

 

 

“Even though she already said it…happy birthday Juno…” she said softly before teleporting out of the hall.