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That is why harnessing the powers of both Palkia and Dialga would be utterly catastrophic. Think of the theory known as "The Butterfree Effect". In correlation with the chaos theory, a simple beat of a Butterfree's wing could stir a chain of events leading to a natural disaster killing thousands. As profound as it may appear, many have tried not to capture the power of these two elements not because such calamity may befall the Earth, but because calamity might befall themselves. Nature, a dynamic force in the Pokemon world, also has her own powers in controlling the effects of time and space. Theories speculate Mother Nature can branch off a person into another alternate dimension-

"Get to the point already." Eyes of a burnt bay traveled along the horizon and crash of words, looking for the main meaning of the passage.

. . . Simply put, if you kill a person in one dimension, they are dead. Hypothetically, it is said that another dimension is created to support the idea of that person living. In another dimension after, the probability of that bullet ricocheting and killing both the victim and the shooter is also prevalent.

Her mind was warped again with methods to dispose of the trash spilling into her world. Since that day, she had been researching every single idea she could. From the profound to the most probable, all were listed on that single sheet of paper scribbled with black marker.

"This is hopeless." she said and thumped the book to the side. "Time-space, my a**. As if I am tech oriented for such s**t . . . "

Ah, what next?

"I'm tired of research."

Ah, what next?

She pressed her temple to the library table and shut her eyes, gripping the table side leg deep within her gloved hands.

Ah, what next?"

"I don't know."

What next?

"I don't know."

What next? What next?

"I said I don't know!"

Books were splattered from the table to the floor, pages aflutter in their mundane flight. Len stiffened her hands to her head, trying to steady herself.

"I'm not ready for this. If I am going to do this, I have to be ready. I'm not, I'm not . . . "

The silence was thin and the sharp intake of air made Lennyka push herself up from her seat immediately. She had thought herself alone amongst the towering shelves of books she called sanctuary. Apparently, she was wrong. This angered her more and, violently kicking away the books, caused her to stomp in the direction of the sound.

"Is someone there? Show yourself!" she commanded violently.

She was not in the mood, not in the mood at all to deal with another person. She didn't care if it was the librarian hurrying over to sputter, "Shh!". She didn't care if it was another peering in on her out of curiosity. She didn't care if it was a higher-up looking to wring her neck. She didn't care, did not care, just didn't care at all. To know she was being watching upset her, greatly, and that person had to apologize.

"People should know to keep their noses to themselves." she said. "People should know to not stick their filthy, mucus filled noses up into another person's business, but people don't listen. Don't listen at all."

She could feel the blood boil within her.

"People should know not to, but they do it anyway. Such hypocrites."

She drew nearer.

Like a cenobite discovering the truth that their beliefs is a full, muddy pack of lies, Len continued to rage at that unidentifiable figure. However, even with a head full of anger, she had not lost her naivety. When the stifled voice rang through in response, she halted, and justly nodded her head to the voice.

"Alright." she said, reconsidering her actions. "Alright, you're forgiven."

She had forgotten where she was. It was her sanctuary, her heavenly haven. Violence shouldn't ensure here. Returning to her seat, Len disregarded the books she stepped upon and kicked the seat across from her out from its rest.

"Take a seat." she told the person in a devilish tang. "I want to talk to you."

She had a pretty good idea on who it was.

"Mm, I thought it was you." she said dully, holding her face upright with a flexed elbow and fingering a morsel of teal hair. "I am rather pissed off it is you, but it is you and I can't deny I knew it to be you. It was rather rude for you not to show yourself sooner."

She paused. "Considering what you are and all, I don't have to repeat myself. You don't have to worry your pretty little head though, I won't do anything here. You're safe, I just want to talk like I mentioned. Than you're free to go suck face and screw that sibling of mines all you want."

She sighed. "You probably want to know why I have this unknown vendetta against you?"

She chuckled. "There's a reason, a big reason, possibly a selfish one, but its there."

She chuckled again. "I'm avaricious, Lilith. I don't like to share. I don't like to share at all."

"You only see but a snippet of the entire picture." she replied, snorting lightly to her reaction at her perverse statement. "When we were young, we existed in separate domains. He to a life of frivolous splendor, of anarchy, friends and young women. I was a naive innocent who strayed away from men and the like, choosing a deny a social life for an intellectual one. With no friends, I had no one to talk to besides my older brother."

She paused.

"At a young age, he became my everything, Lilith. He was my best friend, my world and I my heart practically shattered when he disappeared into the currents of Team Rocket. Even so, I did not hate him. I didn't. Even though he broke my heart, I chose to love him with all the strewn little pieces. We rekindled that loving sibling bond when I found him again but still, he felt stray. He was never fully there when I called to him. Something was intruding in a peace and that item, believe it or not: was you."

Her nails began to dig into the wood of the table, the crunch evident as Lennyka spoke. She removed her hand next, leaving crescent indentations in the furnish. She was getting angry again.

"Eventually, I became invisible to Sorano. He didn't know I existed anymore. Yet, I congratulated him. He had made it far in a life without me . . . and didn't need me anymore in his pursuit for happiness. I turned to another to save me, the behemoth up in those clouds. That monster who said would always be there when we wanted him. But when I called, he never replied. When I cried, he never came. When I begged, he never granted. He never listened to me, ever. Yet, when Sorano was knock dead cold for three weeks and I prayed, he never awakened. But when you!"

She shot an interjecting finger at her.

"When you shed your Totodile tears to that demon, he broke Sorano from his trance. Sorano woke up, bright and beautiful like a blossomed bud. It was unfair . . . that the love of a hussy like you! brought him to life when I prayed every single flippin' day for three weeks to have him rise."

She had risen to her feet now in yell.

"It was unfair that you stole what I worked for! It is unfair that you have to steal what I find dear! You're a thief! A blatant thief! And you deserve to die!"

"No." she bluntly replied. "I have made my decision." She slapped a clenched fist to the table. "And I will stand my damned proudest to make it a reality. You have intruded on grounds where you didn't belong."

There was much more than simply the matter of sibling love. Something much deeper . . . a hate and love spiraled all into one. It was confusing, it was a mess and it was surely damn hard to get out of the carpet but it was something she did not spill. It was simply something . . . something that wanted not really much Lilith, but only her brother gone. Lilith was only an intrusion.

Len, in all reality, did not even want to touch Lili. Her threat was to scare her off. However, he attempts were futile. She didn't budge. Was her love for that terrible brother of hers that true? She'd have to try harder. She'd have to try harder to break them.

She giggled. "You're a fool for loving him." she said. "So all in all, vaffanculo." What french for such Italian! "Death is inevitable . . . some come by natural causes, others by the hands on those unsuspected. Be thankful I warned you and I'll see you in hell."

She simply scoffed and turned her head as her prey, so she believed, retreated. As soon as the grunt turned the corner and left as far away as possible (so she hoped), she melted into a sopping mess of tears.

Why?

Why the sudden flood of anguish? Her insides squeezed and choked with a sudden ring of heavy, heart-aching pain. Why? She sighed and when her overflowing glass finally spilled back to half-empty, she grabbed a random book off the shelf behind her and flipped it to a random page.

What she grabbed seemed to be a magazine of art masterpieces and the charmed eyes of Girl With a Pearl Earring starred back to lackluster umber ones. Len smoothed one hand across the silk page, another over the softness of ear.

"I should start wearing pearls . . . " she thought, smiling. "Yea, pearls . . . white pearls on silver. Yea, I should . . . maybe I'll get them for my birthday? A present to myself . . . that sounds wonderful."