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"The poor thing is probably just a little worried, is all. You know, we are alien beings in your home. That could be why she is so angered. Returning her to her Pokeball may calm her down." It was quite worth a try. "I'll be in the living room and thank you once again for the cake! I cannot wait for it to finish."

Len removed the apron from her form and folded it neatly. Placing it upon the counter, she swiveled on her foot to her designated destination. At once, upon finding the couch, she took a seat and flipped her phone open. Forty minutes. She had forty minutes to get back to the base. Would she make it in time?

Eying her Pikachu, Len patted her lap which Max made a dash to after fixing the egg. The Pikachu thought he was going to obtain some praise for carrying her egg so valiantly. In reality, he was given direct orders.

"See to it Sorano tells that girl nothing." she whispered hastily. "Secondly, I need you to go outside after the cake is finished."

"Pika?" he tilted his head at her. How was he suppose to get outside?

"Don't act confused, you rat. Find a way outside after the cake is finished. I don't care what the hell you have to do, just get what I command done!"

The Pikachu, in fright, nodded his head and ran for the kitchen. Keep an eye on Sorano, objective one.

Sorano, who was simply watching it all from his leaned stance against the counter, sighed. There was going to be trouble and he was likely going to lose his friendship with Rosie. Ah, how terrible. At least he still had Lilith . . .

Max, who had too much of a good heart, didn't know how to break the news to her. Cerulean eyes peered back to Len, who seemed to be texting her only friend on her cell phone: Lola. She was distracted but, would she hear?

Max said suddenly, averting her gaze. In reality, he'd be putting himself in all this trouble. She'd find out somehow that he told the truth. It was as if he was speaking in riddles.

"It be 'right." Sorano nodded. "C'mon, let's jus' make this cake. I bet ya can wait ta see tha' smile on Len's face when we're done." He didn't want to leave . . . it was nice to actually have a good friend such as Rosie. But after the cake, after the cake . . . everything will happen after the damned cake. Why couldn't they have made dinner first?

"Le's talk a bit, jus' ta clear all this tension." he said next, swiveling back to the counter. "How's yer coordinatin' goin'? Won any ribbons?"

Forcefully dragged into the hall, Max downcast his eyes and let his ears droop. He closed them next and the darkened spots around them seemed into mimic sockets in his skull. Finally, after some moment, he opened them again and looked to her.

he replied, trying to hint the truth rather than say it.

Sorano offered her a smile. "I saw ya gots yerself a new memba to yer team, cute lil' Meganium. With tha egg too, ya sure are closa ta a full team. I'll be rootin' fer ya Rosie. I am sure ya will pass it." He paused for a moment to watch her stir the battered and after some sort of ping to his mind, it came to him.

She looked like someone he knew. Like that . . . girl from the Poke Ball he was partnered with. What was her name again, Faleen? Ah yes, it was Faleen . . .

" 'ey, Rosie?" he asked, tilting his head. "D'ya have any siblings? Jus' wonderin', since ya seem ta know mines, aha."

What the heck are you, Len? I thought you were just out for lunch today!

Sorry, I am caught up in some brother business. I'll be there, see you soon. - Len

Len clicked the phone off and folded her legs as she pushed the phone back into her side pocket. Smoothing a hand over her ticket out of there, she looked for Max.

He's probably outside already. she thought. Good.

Guilt quelled in Sorano than as he glanced at the picture. Poor thing, she was being lied to. Arceus, it made his heart sink. But the likeness was exact. It was quite hard to deny that they were certainly sisters.

"Oh, how interestin'. I think I met 'er a'fore. I think so . . . tha' Shuppet looks might familia' . . ." Please, it was much too recently! "Think we should pop tha' in tha ova? It be lookin' 'bout ready."

Max clenched his teeth and made a rush to stop her. he pleaded.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. Thirty-five minutes to go.

Len stood up here. Enough was enough. Forget the cake, forget her damned brother! She was really now running late! In a nonchalant strut, Len made a short pace to the entrance-exit of the house.

Max ignored her but found himself into a dashing run.

"Pika!" he cried and Len shot her eyes around. "Pikacha!"

"You damn rat!" she shouted and without haste, yanked the door open and fled out the house. "Arceus damn it!"

Sorano was about to reply but heard Len yell. "Oh damn Arceus!" he cursed. "Rosie, Rosie ya gots ta run, Rosie, run-!"

"Eloise." a voice murmured. "Fiamme. (Flames.)"

Suddenly, a heavy blast from a Charizard hit the front of the house. Fire spit and cackled, catching quickly to the outside wood. Smoke was born here and quickly sizzled what it could. This was the fire Max had tried to warn her about. The sky was a deep gamboge, blending with the spiriting wings of fire. A wind blew, whipping up Len's braids and pushing the fire more. Touching a hand upon her Charizard, she smiled.

"Buon lavoro. (Good job.)" she smiled and watched upon the flames with some sadistic grin. "Buon lavoro, buon lavoro."

Sorano clenched his teeth at the smell. "Rosie, git out of 'ere! Git everyone an' git out of 'ere!"

Yet, there was another spray of fire. Len was more than pissed this time.

Len gritted her teeth fiercely. Water, water, water, how disgusting! "Eloise," Len screeched as the poor thing was doused with water. The bright Charizard cried from the pain and when Len called its name, grabbed her and set itself sail to the air. "Eloise, take me home please." The Charizard snorted.

"One more for the road? Sure." And with it, the Charizard gave its third and final blaze to the house.

Sorano covered his mouth, pressing it to his sleeve as he followed himself to outside. Gasping for air, he turned his strained gaze to the sky to see his sister to the air.

"Len, what tha' 'ell were ya thinkin'?!" he screamed. "Damn it, Len-!"

Len smiled. "I'll see you at the base, Sorano." she said and jerked the Charizard around, having it fly off.

"Arceus-" Reaching to his side pocket, he withdrew a Pokeball. "Whins!" he cried. "Douse tha' flames!"

A Wigglytuff appeared and nodded its head, wiggling its hands about in a Rain Dance above the house.

Eventually, the efforts of everyone doused the flames to nothing but a giant mess of sobbing black. Thankfully, the house looked as though it was saved . . . but the damage was heavy.

Sorano downcast his eyes, giving an eye to the knocked out Pikachu that belonged to Len. It seemed to have inhaled too much smoke and was now knocked out. It'd survive so long as it was breathing. Whinny waddled over to her trainer and smoothed her paw across his leg, trying to comfort him.

"Rosie." he said and felt his fists tighten. " 'm sorry."

There was nothing more he could say. Why did Len do this . . . ?

Sorano jumped back come the spark at his feet, but kept to said feet when Whinny pressed her weight to him. He sighed. "It's 'cause we're evil." he said and placed a hand to his worried Wigglytuff's head, who lowered her ears. "An' those of an evil set out ta 'urt those of a good 'eart. It is 'ow terrible tha' 'orld is."

Turning his face to the side, Sorano shuddered. "An' 'cause ya know 'bout me, I'm gonna hafta 'urt ya 'gain." He pulled another Pokeball from his belt. "I can' be yer frien' anymore, Rosie. Please . . . ferget me."

Pressing the middle of the Pokeball, Never appeared. "Neva, smokescreen." he murmured and the Eon nodded his head and let out a spray of black.

When it dispersed, the three were gone.