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Top story today. Accounts of a savage fire occurring in-

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The flames occurred for no longer than-

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Thankfully, passing pedestrians and neighbors with Water Pokemon doused the flames before it could get any worse, saving a young girl's and her relatives' cherished home. That is all for this evening. I'm Melody Baxter and this is Pokemon News: Kodo. Thank you all and good night.

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Every single channel, every single news station had aired that same report that night. A massive fire in the heart of Kodo, conjured up by the hands of his lovely sister Lennyka. He had refused to venture out and talk to her since than, quite too upset at the very knowledge his sister had now not only made him lose a friend, but use his own Pokemon (the one he gifted to her) to commit trouble! By Arceus, he was pissed off!

That was not the only item on his mind, however. He had some questions to ask to a certain Faleen about a certain sister he happened to be familiar with. Tapping his remote control down upon the coffee table littered with not too child fabulous magazines and empty beer bottles, Sorano stretched himself and made a turn out towards the door. His journey was cut short by a fluffed Flareon opening lidded eyes to him from under four to five wool blankets, cooing in curiosity.

With a broken heater, it was hard for the poor thing to stay comfortable in the teal haired agent's room.

"I'll be 'ack in a 'it, Neva." he said and swished a hand towards the light switch. "Go ta sleep."

As the room darkened, the Flareon turned and snuggled into his burrow. Sorano made a descent down the corridor, clicking the door behind him. So, where would a Robotics branch girl most likely to be so late in the day?

Even though three fourth's of the time, Sorano looked like a haphazard and personified version of a Snorlax, he did not have the traits of one. No, he was a regular human idiot, but with some hearing that could pass him by as fair. So when he heard the familiar voice of one of the several news channels he had flipped through, his first actual intent was to turn the s**t off. He was tired of hearing the news, damn it!

Skidding down hallways upon hallways trying to locate the sound, he found it budding louder as he neared. In no time, he was only three to four (give or take one if he chose to spring out) from the corner concealing the possible Grunt or lower poking at his nerves. At once, after some hesitation, he slid off from behind the corner in a eager sprint to slap the television off.

Only after did he turn the corner did he fully pause and find the person he was searching for. She was also watching the news. News that concerned him.

s**t.

Her tone, her very wan look caused his to take a step back out of slight intimidation. Sorano wanted to speak but no broken English slithered out of the moist caverns of his opened 'O' mouth. Finally, after delaying the fear from her and finding his balance, he sighed and gave her a pleading look.

"I'll tell ya everythin'." he said. "Only if ya answa me one question firs'."

He wouldn't ask it just yet, however.

"I mean, this seems like it is gonna be a long talk, so it would 'elp ta sit an' all . . . " Who knows, might even calm the sudden tension.

Sorano followed after, a bit dazed still from her initial strong lead. He was never good with intimidating women. Ever. For once in his life, he was thankful to find a seat. His knees buckled a little as he slapped his posterior to the seat below, granting Faleen a rare glimpse of semi-squinted eyes.

"A'right." he nodded and pushed his back to the chair's upholding position, spreading his ankles apart and setting his feet to vertical angles as they balanced on booted heels. "I jus' want ta know why'd ya join TR." he added. "And what's up with yer sissy, an' all tha'. She said, a'fore tha' whole fire s**t, tha' she 'asn't seen ya in a while. What's up with tha'?" Well, maybe it was more of an explanation and a set of question but Sorano just wanted to know. Why leave a sweet girl like that? It killed him to know that such a sunny girl like that might be forcing her happiness even though she feels lonely without her sister.

What a terrible pressure to have on one's shoulders . . .

"Mmm . . . " breathed Sorano like an irritable Miltank in labor. He didn't understand one bit and for once in his life, he would have liked to probe at her brain like one of the scientists down in the Labs. The thought made his insides squiggle and shudder and at once, he dismissed the thought and returned to the conversation in full, or well, partly.

"Do ya at least phone?" he asked, pushing himself forward to lean upon the table's edge with his elbows. "I mean, c'mon. She 'eally misses ya, 'leen." Arceus. Why was he pleading? He hadn't seen his family in over eleven, maybe twelve years? He has not seen how much his mother has aged, her gray from worrying over her two missing children. He has not seen his father, knees bended with age. It has been far too long . . . but it wasn't late for Faleen, right?

To here her call was at least comforting. His days upon calling Vamoose had lessened, true, but at least he gave his good ole bro a chat once in while. Every day has ducked down to every two days. Hey,, that one day without calling your homie really hurts. Gotta tell him everything, though they still talk about the same three Bs in a man's life: brotherly fun, boobies and booze.

"'Cause I'mma frien', 'leen." he replied, twisting up his lip. "A frien' can' worry 'bout anotha' frien'?" He paused here and held a short burst of explanation. "She's me frien' too. I met 'er when I was gettin' s**t out in town. She be a sweet girl, ya look 'eally like her." He would have said mother, but he has never seen their mother, unfortunately. "Such'a sweet girl." Saying this made him feel ten years older, though he wasn't much of a bad thing.

"Len wasn' so much 'er frien'." he replied. "Not one bit, no matta how she faked her lil' happiness." He clicked his teeth here and brushed back his hair in complete frustration. Where was the Len he knew? The one who would grab his sleeve like that one time in the marketplace when he lost her? He should have just left her lost than and there, to avoid all this catastrophe. Fires have been becoming more evident since that very day, by another unknown Charizard not his so-called Eloise. It frightened him greatly to know now she had Prometheus.

"She was runnin' late fer 'er shift in tha offices. She put 'er blame 'pon Rosie. She wanted revenge fer havin' 'er occupy 'er time. So she set 'er 'ouse on fire . . . an' many otha' places the followin' days when relieve some stress." He sighed. She was a hopeless case.

"I know, I know, she's an 'diot." huffed Sorano, rubbing his temple. "I've been tellin' meself tha' all day. Tha' girl . . . all this shi' afta joinin' TR- wha?" Sorano's lips became pursed for a moment as he let silence reign. Suddenly, he banished the high lord with one swift movement of his elbow to the tabletop. "I wasn' mentioned?" It brought about a shrill wave of contentment and also gloom to the poor man. Rose . . . Did she really still think of him as her friend?

Downcast squinted eyes raised back to Faleen, studying her features. She was very much like her sister. In mannerisms, no, but in physical features, spot on. Direct opposites lost, puzzled and pieced together in their twisting limbo of dance. Just like him and Len.

"I 'unno." he answered, face falling into the depths of both of his palms in anguish. "I jus' don' know, 'leen."