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Surprisingly Naano didn't sleep all that long, even with two full nights of no rest, and was slightly dazed as her eyes opened. Her head hurt slightly from the sheer strength of stress that had fallen down on her shoulders a few hours earlier and she clutched it with a groan. She shut her eyes once more, trying to figure out what was going on. Feeling a large tongue lick her cheek Naano's face distorted in confusion. It was much too big to be any of her own Pokemon, but it still seemed so familiar. On top of all that, something or someone was brushing her hair and she felt a bed beneath her.
And just like that, everything hit her. How she had seen Ayato, how Lulu had intervened, and then how...what had happened after that? Quickly she gained visibility and saw Bubba's face hovering above her own. "Sniffles?!" With great speed Naano wrapped her arms around the neck of the large furry Pokemon. His name was in fact Bubba, as she had suggested, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to say it. Because it was right after that moment when everything had gone wrong. Couldn't she hold on to the beginning? With her face buried in the tuffs of fur of the Beartic Naano simply stayed in this position; thinking. After she had defended Ryan's past, and her own future, Naano's memory was hazy. Aaron had healed Lulu, and then...
And then he had grabbed her.
And then she had sent a strong punch at his nose.
And then it all went blank.
Pulling away hastily, she looked around to find herself in a strange room that she couldn't quite describe. To her horror, she no longer wore Ryan's sweatshirt as she had placed it over Lulu to keep the Pokemon warm. She wanted it so badly.
Oh Arceus! Ryan! She became panicked and looked around for her bag but couldn't see it anywhere. Making an attempt to get off the bed, Neoma blocked her path to keep Naano stationary. With somewhat of a hiss she spoke to the Zoroark "Let me go! I need to get back, you can't keep me here!" But at every attempt the Pokemon still held her back. She continued to struggle like this for quite some time. Ryan needed her right now...
And she needed him.
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Naano sat there helplessly under Beartic's grip, her thoughts once more in turmoil. Ryan would be okay, she could trust the Zoroark to keep him safe, but that didn't mean she wanted to stay here. No, she wanted to go back to Ryan so badly, to be held in his arms, to hear him call her firefly. Soon Sniffles (as she now planned on addressing him) loosened his grip on her enough so that she was able to wiggle out from underneath him and slide off the bed.
Plastering herself against the wall, she was about to make her escape. Until she saw the looks on both Neoma and Marise's faces. They looked so hopeless and sad, all they wanted was their trainer back. Ayato was their trainer, not Aaron. Just like how Ayato was her best friend. With a frustrated sigh the blue haired girl viciously slammed her fist against the wall. This caused a loud bang to ring in the room and Naano clenched her teeth. So much anger filled her, she'd never expected something like this. "Fine." She said with contempt "But I can't promise that I won't beat the crap out of him first."
Lifting up her right hand, she focused her attention at the charm on her wrist. It was all she had to remember Ryan of for now, she'd have to make this quick. But she was only doing this for the Pokemon's sake and nothing more. They deserved better. But what he had said about Ryan and his mother, was it true? And if it was, did it bother her? Naano could sense that the woman had been the root of all his problems. The pills; the lack of emotions; the distance. No, his past didn't change her feelings for him; she went through the same thing. Except, she had luck.
Softly, she kissed the charm and looked up at Neoma. "Bring him here then." Her voice was relatively blank, and she once more focused her attention to her wrist. Growing tired of standing, she slid down against the wall to the ground with her knees to her chest. She still hadn't figured out what kind of Pokemon the charm resembled...and her memory seemed to fail her whenever she tried to think of it. The only image that came into her mind was of Ryan. Oh Arceus she missed him, she should have never gone into the woods. She could have been laying next to him with her hands running through his air. Sniffing she looked down at her attire. Lacking Ryan's sweatshirt she felt so exposed with the single white v-neck tshirt she owned, brown leather belt, blue skinny jeans, and raggedy boots wrapped in shreds of fabric from her old black shirt. Crossing her arms on top of her knees, she rested her forehead on her forearms, waiting.
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Beartic had calmed her some, allowing her time to think. How in Arceus's name was she going to fix this? And while she was asking questions, why did it have to be her? With an annoyed sigh she continued to wait.
When Aaron walked in and spoke, she gave Sniffles a gentle kiss on the head for reassurance before getting up.
She stood there with her arms crossed simply staring at him for a while. He seemed uneasy and the wince he had shown her left her hopeful. There was some sense left in the boy. And yes, she was using the term boy; because no man could be quite so ignorant as he had. With a raised eyebrow she sauntered up to him and to everyone's surprise; hugged him. It was gentle and warm, for she missed Ayato dearly. He was her best friend after all and she had to bring him back.
And such a job would not come without some brute force.
Swiftly, the girl withdrew and grabbed his turtle neck collar, throwing him onto the bed with immense strength. She ordered the two Pokemon out, shutting the door behind them and turning once more to Aaron. Leaning against the shut, and now locked from the outside, door Naano bit the corner of her lip to keep herself from striking him. Her arms were crossed once more, and she stared at the floor for a while before finally speaking.
"You're a ******** dumb a**, you know that?" Her tone was hostile, and her eyes were burning menacingly as she moved her gaze to him. With a sigh she looked past him towards the wall and her expression was filled with weariness rather than anger. As her headache grew more painful, she let her hair down and smoothed it out as it spilled over her shoulders; contrasting against her white shirt and equally pale skin. Her light pink lips were parted slightly to reveal clenched teeth and her eyes continued to radiate immense heat.
Her tired eyes returned to Aaron's "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
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Enraged Naano swiftly made her way to Aaron and sent a strong kick in between his legs. He replied with gasps of pain and she sent a mocking smirk accompanied with a wink back to him "You'd best not think like a d**k, it's your weakest point." She waited for him to recover before she continued to speak. It took him quite a while and Naano could swear she could see tears in his eyes. But she didn't care, this wasn't a time to joke around. He had taken her from Ryan, expecting Arceus knows what, and thought it would be a wonderful idea to joke around with her.
He was still lying back on the bed, and she pulled him up by his collar. Their faces were incredibly close as she stared into his eyes. "You're not Aaron." was all she said, and she said so with conviction. If she had to repeat it a million times she would, he had to get that through his thick skull.
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