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A smile appeared on the small blue haired girl's face as Esme said her goodbyes. They were filled with hugs and sarcasm and affectionate banter, and it brought tears to Naano's eyes as well, but they didn't fall; nor were they visible.
As they walked away, Naano focused her attention on the pokeball. A dragon type? Not only that, but a water type as well? That wasn't her forte, but she'd train the Pokemon well for Esme.
Beatrice once more ignored the little Pokemon; she wouldn't be bothered by such a tiny creature. Naano saw this, and nudged her Blaziken "Come now, be polite. Say hello." Grumbling, Beatrice responded to the Monfero "Blaze! Blaziken!" ("Hello there little one, I...apologize for my behavior, but I'm not a fan of others such as myself. I'm more oriented towards humans."). She had tried to say it all with as little spite as she could, and returned her attention to Naano's hair which was now in a mermaid braid. Already bored, she brushed out her trainer's hair and started once more, until Naano lightly said "Beatrice we have to go, another time, OK?". Smiling up at her fellow pyro, she pushed Ayato just enough to make him stagger and almost fall. "I don't think you'll be the one who does the worrying here.". Naano smiled slightly and looked around. "Do you find it necessary to stay at all? Or do you want to head on." Pondering the thought, she added "I'm good with either, I just have to figure out how I'm going to find that son of a b***h." Her voice had gone down to a low growl at the mention of Becca's killer.
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Ayato was right, she had changed. But she had changed back.
As a child, Naano had always been like this. She had lacked innocence and had a fiery temperament which evolved into her present behavior. It was only when her grandfather had taken her in and showed her what a true childhood should be like that she forgot her past and got a new personality. She was able to be her real self, the girl she was always meant to be. Sweet, innocent, and a lover of flowers and berries alike. But after everything that happened, whether it be the doing of Arceus or Cattivitta, her old self came out. It wasn't her true self, but it was the one where she had lived with fear and hatred.
And isn't that how she felt now? But a fear of what? She constantly asked herself this question. What could she possibly be afraid of? Two of her companions, one of which she loved and one of which was in danger, had gone on separate paths. The other who had stayed needed her protection. Perhaps she was simply afraid that they would all die too.
And her anger? That was of course towards Becca's killer.
"What can we ask? Oh, hello there, have you seen a crazed psycho killer on the loose?" she said sourly, but quickly corrected herself. "I'm sorry Ayato, I'm just at a loss here, where do I even start?" she was so frustrated, and it showed.
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Naano looked away as well and sighed "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea I guess.". She began to feel bad at her tone and accepted the hug rigidly. Things were so messed up. How did training Pokemon turn into this? How did it become such a blood thirsty and power hungry scenario? She had yet to enter a town where she didn't feel this aura.
Bringing her attention to the road ahead, her heart beat fast. Now that she had her Pokemon, and gave her final goodbyes she could finish this. She would avenger her cousin. Or die trying.
But her journey wouldn't be done, even then. Didn't she have to protect Ayato now? Isn't that what Ryan told her? Of course, it had been Esme and Ayato, but she was being protected by Seth. Naano couldn't watch him forever, one day she knew she'd slip up somehow.
But Ayato could handle himself by then, couldn't he? She decided to teach him some battle techniques. "Let's get going then, when you're legs heal up I'll give you some hints about taking hits like that." she pointed to his temporarily scarred lip. Her voice was emotionless, but there was a small glint of humor in her eyes still present.
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Naano looked at Ayato as he lay on the ground "You really need to stop offending Pokemon. Unless of course you like crutches and casts." She helped him up and steadied him on his crutch. "And voila! The infamous snowflake stands.". Her tone was continuous in its anonymity.
"Electric types are quite powerful, you should keep this one close." she studied it further "And don't be phased by its cuteness. Pokemon like these are quite sporadic with their emotions.". The Flaafy sparked slightly and glared at Naano. Putting up her hands she said "Sorry, but I'm just going by the books here.". The electric type calmed down slightly.
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