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"You didn't have any control over what happened to her Aya!" Naano was seething with rage "Hell if you could then just think of all the things that wouldn't have happened in this ******** up world! People die, people you love just leave you forever. No matter how much you need them." Her tone grew quiet now as she walked up to him. Gently she brushed the tears away and smiled. A little bit of Ayato was showing.
Tenderly she continued to speak, trying to keep her anger down. "He's not a horrible person. Ryan has never hurt me in any way, all he's ever done is show me love. And my happiness is for me to decided, not anyone else." She lowered his chin, making sure that his gaze could not escape hers. But instead she cupped his face in both hands feeling the icyness of his skin. "And you are no better than Ayato, because he is an amazing man. He is kind, and sweet, and strong, and will stop at nothing to save someone he cares about. Your mother raised you right. She raised you to be Ayato, not Aaron. And I know that she loves Ayato. She's proud of Ayato. She's looking down on Ayato and smiling at him, because he needs to come back." Naano didn't realize it, but the sound of her voice was sweet and affectionate as she spoke to him. Aaron had to realize who he truly was.
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As the two Pokemon made their way to her Naano faced the wall, she didn't want any contact with anyone or anything for a little while. This would take longer than she expected. "I'm fine" she lied shooing them out and closing the door. The lock was broken now, due to Aaron's outburst and Naano let out a tired sigh.
Making her way to the bed she lay down and curled herself into a tight ball under the covers wishing for it to all be a dream. All she wanted was one day without something going wrong, just one day. Silent tears fell down her face reluctantly as Naano pined for Ryan. She felt so lonely and isolated here, like an animal in a cage. And most of all, she didn't feel safety at all. It was her childhood all over again. Cowering in a corner of the broom closet, trying to ignore the sounds of her father throwing and hitting things. Trying to not hear the yelling.
She covered her ears, trying to push out the memories.
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The girl's anxiety only grew as the walls seemed to close in on her so very slowly. With a wavering voice Naano called out to Marise "Sniffles?" She had sent him away earlier, but needed him so badly right now. As the Beartic shuffled up to her Naano urged him to come up on the bed and as he did so she snuggled up to him. The Pokemon was so warm and furry as she once more buried her head in his fur. "This is a lot more difficult than I thought Sniffles." She adjusted her head to look up at the Pokemon with red puffy eyes. "I don't know if I can do it. I don't know if I can help. Aya won't listen to me. He only wants one thing from me, the one thing I can't give him." She moved her right hand up so that her charm was visible. Had Neoma gone to help Ryan and Lulu yet? Were the two alright? Was Ryan in a lot of pain?
Her tears flowed once more as she worried about him. What if he thought she deserted him? 'The flame that I hang on to.' Oh Arceus just the idea broke her heart. She wanted him so badly right now as she continued to sob quietly in the Beartic's fur. Naano wanted to go home. Home to Ryan and Lulu and all of their Pokemon. Home was wherever they went together. Whether it was the little campsite in the woods, or the candy shop, or even the base in Murrisch. And she loved her home so very much. Almost as much as she loved the people in it.
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Naano shot up from the bed at the sound of a girl's screams. It seemed somewhat familiar, as if she'd heard it somewhere before. In fact, they sounded like-
"Bitten!" she exclaimed; quickly climbing off of the bed. Following the sound of the girl's yells she only caught small snippets of the conversation including the blood burning '*****'. Groaning mentally she cursed to herself. What had the moron done now?
Finally making her way into the room Naano caught sight of Bitten in the arms of a strange woman but threw that thought aside for now. Ayato's voice was coming from the inside of a closet and with great agility the girl swung open the door. And there he was, clutching the side of his face with an emotion that she could not place across his face. With a hiss she pulled him up, again by the collar, and looked between the man, Bitten, and the girl's original clothing. Understanding what had happened Naano gave the man a brief flick between the eyes before pushing him to the side. She'd deal with him later.
Her expression quickly changed from that of immense anger to concern. The girl looked absolutely traumatized and Naano gestured for the woman to give her Bitten. At this point she simply assumed that it was only Neoma who handed her the girl, and she nodded in thanks. Holding her close she made a disgruntled discovery: not only had Bitten gotten taller, but much more... woman like as well. She turned her friend towards Ayato and had her stay still as she shied away. "Shh, Bitten it's alright. That man's not a *****, he's just a really big idiot. His name is...Well he calls himself Aaron. He didn't mean to scare you, your clothes are in tatters and he was just trying to help you out. Granted, he should have come to get me instead." At this she shot him a look before resting the girl's head on her neck, running her hands through her hair and cooing. "See? It's alright."
But it wasn't, Naano felt that nothing here was right at all. Her face was generally calm aside from her eyes. Oh they were seething with rage. It was not simply that he had scared the sweet girl half to death, but what had happened earlier. Part of her realized that she was mad at herself for crying, and this left her with excess anger and spite. But the most aggravating thing was Ayato's lack of faith in her. His lack of belief that she was right. He was Ayato and yet he continued to contradict her every word. It left her frustrated to the extent where all she wanted to do was hit something.
And most of all, she was angry because she missed Ryan. Here she was making this huge sacrifice, when she could have booked it earlier, just to help him. All he did was fight her.
If it was a fight he wanted, then she would give him a fight.
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"Could you get her something to eat please, and something to drink as well?" Naano asked Neuma looking at Bitten with a reassuring smile. "You probably need to rest, just follow-" Her eyes widened at the fact that she didn't know the Zoroark's name. "Just follow the nice lady here, okay?" With a smile, she quickly walked after Ayato; catching up to him relatively quickly. Grabbing his wrist she spun him around. "You will not say anything to Bitten about Ryan, do you understand me? Not a single word. If she asks questions, you will not answer them." Her commands were harsh, but her eyes were pleading. If Bitten was in fact still in love with Ryan than she would be heart broken at his words. The girl didn't know him like Naano did, she'd take it for the worst.
The hold she had on his wrist did not lessen, and the grasp was unbreakable from this angle. Naano didn't know why, but she said no more. Silence hung in the air as she stared at him; almost as if she was waiting for him to suddenly transform into the laid back, flustered blue hair boy she once knew. Seeing no change her eyes were filled with sorrow and she released him, letting her gaze hover for only a moment more before turning around and beginning to make her way back to Bitten.
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Naano's heart stopped at his words. She had always blamed herself for what had happened, for when everything had gone wrong. The girl believed that she had gotten past those thoughts...but she was wrong.
All she could do was watch as Ayato stalked off, with her eyes wide and mouth open in surprise. Naano didn't believe that it was possible, but she'd never felt more broken in her entire life. No amount of slamming doors or screaming or hitting could have ever made her feel like this. Oh Arceus it hurt.
In a fit of mixed emotions she made her way back to Bitten and took her from Neoma. "Fix him yourself." Was all she said before she left the room with her friend. Remembering the way they came Naano climbed up the stairs. If Bitten spoke at all, Naano didn't hear her. "I'm starting to regret ever coming on meeting you!!" Her heart pounded as she finally made it to the room she had awoken in earlier. Realizing her stuff wasn't there, she pulled her companion into the next room finding her bag. Angrily she fit the bag over her neck preparing herself to leave. She once more gripped Bitten's wrist and was about to exit the room when Marise stood before her. The look on his face was a mirror of her own. Letting go of Bitten she moved back towards the far wall of this room, pacing for a few moments. "Maybe, I would be home and my mother'd be alive!"
She grabbed a nearby lamp and unplugged it from the wall. Then, without warning, she chucked it at the wall to her left causing it to shatter against the hard surface. Every breath she took was hot and labored as she stared down at the ground, her hair covering the side of her face from Bitten's view. With all of her strength gone she fell to the floor, landing on her knees with a loud 'thump'. And for a while she stayed like this, her facial expression that of absolute disbelief. She had caused it all, she knew she had. It had started the moment she heard those first words.
"Hey sup, the name's Ayato." Planting her hands in front of her on the ground she just collapsed emotionally. The sobs were like no other she had ever experienced as they shook her body. She had hurt Ayato by keeping him from his mother, she had hurt Bitten by letting her go along in the forest, she had hurt Ryan by allowing herself to be stupid enough to go into the woods alone. If she hadn't walked out the door of her home, if she had just waited for the man in the suit...
Nothing around her seemed real as the tears plummeted down her face like a river; soaking the hands she used to wipe them away. But no matter what she tried they wouldn't stop.
It just hurt so much.
She just wanted her snowflake back.
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