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"Okay, now can you say Daddy?" the Long Body Pokemon Furret cooed to a small Onix by his side.

"Daa..." the rock snake started. Breccia's eyes strained and brows furrowed, trying to think out the process of the word. Scout leaned in closer, excitement and happiness enveloping the boy. "Daa..daa...dee?"

"Oh, I knew you could do it!" Scout exclaimed, embracing the Onix in his small paws. Breccia returned the grasp, wrapping her body around him respectively. Though the small bind started to scrape at Scout's spine, and squeezed his internal organs together, Scout didn't mind. He had finally taught Breccia her first word. "You are just so smart, aren't you?"

Breccia returned the excessive happiness with giggles and snorts of her own unintelligent figure, flailing around the tip of her tail in the coil to emphasize the effect of the encouragement. "Daadee! Daadee!" she continuously exclaimed, wagging her tail back and forth to continuously retain the love from her fatherly figure. Scout planted a quick kiss on the Onix's forehead, a tad of her soft mineral body coming off as he retreated. The additional love made Breccia bind Scout more and more, starting to hurt and suffocate the Furret.

Scout coughed out a breath, trying to regain his composure. "O-okay Breccia. You can let go of... daddy now." On command, the small worm of stones released her grip, but still provided an area for Scout to sit inside her coil that wouldn't crush him. He was lucky that he taught Breccia commands before speech.

"Aw, isn't that cute," a dark and malicious voice called out. "Someone's finally a daddy."

Scout turned to the sound to find the very Pokemon he had learned to despise. His brows came to a meeting in between his eyes, crumpling his nose and bearing his teeth. In the process, Scout positioned himself in between Breccia and the perpetrator. "What do you want, Sash?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically, with a grimace on his face and a low growl to his tone.

Sash quickly pulled on the blood red bow tie around his neck, straightening the article out. "Oh, I'm just here on means of passing by, when I suddenly came across my former teammate, Scout, and I decided it had been too long since we last chatted. I mean," Sash continued as he fluttered down from a small perch on a nearby dead tree. "It has been quite some time since we separated from each other in Tao, if I recall correctly. And you've already made yourself a father."

The Murkrow swooped around behind Scout in one swift motion and approached Breccia's head. "Hey, little girl. Who's your daddy?"

Breccia thought on the topic, trying to deduce what the bird was asking of her. "Daa...dee?" he responded, awaiting the response of pleasure and love like she had from Scout.

"Oh, now isn't that sweet~" Sash remarked maliciously, putting an outstretched feather underneath the chin of Breccia, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "And you have such pretty eyes, little girl. Just like your father."

Suddenly, a hard blow to the bird's face knocked Sash off his balance, forcing the Murkrow to fall to the ground. Sash grabbed at the place of impact with his wing, feeling the red hot burn of pain shooting through his cheek. Above him, Scout stood, a red fist of a paw stretched back for another blow. His normally small, beady eyes, now filled with rage and intense anger. "You're lucky you don't have teeth, asshole."

Sash smiled coyly and replied, "Oh no, its not me who's lucky, dear Scout. It's you. For, you see, you could have simply knocked a few out, but I could easily use them as projectiles, or perhaps I could have bitten into you-" Another punch went flying into the small bird's gut. "Guhoo!" Sash yelped out, grabbing at his gut now. The Murkrow fell into the fetal position and curled onto his side, desperately grasping for the air that had just been knocked out of him.

Scout raised another fist, prepared to attack again, despite being in front of his child, but something stopped him. Normally, Sash would fight back. What is different about this encounter? Sash was a cold blooded killer, so he probably had every chance already to take advantage of Scout or Breccia. So why didn't he?

"Good shot, Scout!" Sash commended, still heaved over in pain and breathlessness. "Your fighting style has really improved since I last left you and Trix.

"What do you really want, Sash?" Scout ordered an answer.

"Excuse me?" Sash said nonchalantly. "Why can't an old friend visit his old friend?"

Scout grabbed Sash by the collar of his bow tie, another punch prepared, as he stared the bird straight in the face. "Answer me, fucker! I don't care if you're just screwing with me for shits and giggles, but I'm trying to raise Breccia right, and if you want to fuck with me, do it when I'm not with Breccia. Right now, I have business to attend to, got it?"

"Okay, okay, whatever suits you!" Sash replied, holding out his wings to signal a surrender. Scout slightly threw Sash to the ground and turned back to his baby Onix, staring at the duo with curiosity and fear.

Before Scout completely left the bird alone, he stopped and turned his head slightly. "Just... leave. Don't bother me. Not now. Not ever."

"Sounds fine by me!" Sash replied, getting back on his feet. In a moment's notice, Sash fluttered his wings and started to fly away small feathers falling in the breeze.

Scout sighed and returned to Breccia, who looked terrified at the fight. She let out a small weep, "Daa-dee?"

The Furret father figure grabbed hold of Breccia's head and drew her in close, letting her feel his warm comfort. "It's okay, Daddy won't let that happen again. It's okay. We'll just go home, and have some pumice. Does that sound good?"

Breccia slightly nodded under Scout's arms, but the duo didn't dare move. They needed this time, to comfort. To recover.

~~~

Midnight flew into the dark, leafless tree the former Slatepents called a home. Most would call this tree dead, but they knew otherwise, as life abundantly grew inside the tree, with plenty of leaves, grass, and fungi growing for furniture for the duo. Out of breath, Midnight collapsed on the white spotted purple mushroom couch they had grown.

Sash, having heard his partner fly in, came out from the kitchen area. "Hey, Midnight!" he called out in a friendly tone. "How was your flight?"

"A bit rougher than usual," Midnight replied, wiping off a bit of sweat. "It was still a good one though."

"That's nice." Midnight turned to return to their food, but stopped in the doorway. "Oh, by the way, have you seen my bow tie? I was going to wear it for a diplomatic return to the Rogue's guild today, but I couldn't find it."

Midnight put a feathery appendage to his chin, but a sudden moment of enlightenment over came him, as he reached under his wing. "Oh, yea! I took it into the local tailor, since it had a slight tear in the fabric." Without looking, Midnight tossed the bow tie towards Sash, who caught it, despite being poorly thrown. "Everything is as good as new."

"Thanks, Midnight!" Sash said with a smile.

"Don't forget our training for tomorrow," Midnight called out. "If you want to get back into the Slatepents, you have to be prepared."

"Yea, I know," Sash replied. He hesitated at the door. Sash's head drooped for a small bit as he considered the thought of returning home, to his disappointed father and mother, and those that he betrayed. "I... know..."

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"Okay, now can you say Daddy?" the Long Body Pokemon Furret cooed to a small Onix by his side.

"Daa..." the rock snake started. Breccia's eyes strained and brows furrowed, trying to think out the process of the word. Scout leaned in closer, excitement and happiness enveloping the boy. "Daa..daa...dee?"

"Oh, I knew you could do it!" Scout exclaimed, embracing the Onix in his small paws. Breccia returned the grasp, wrapping her body around him respectively. Though the small bind started to scrape at Scout's spine, and squeezed his internal organs together, Scout didn't mind. He had finally taught Breccia her first word. "You are just so smart, aren't you?"

Breccia returned the excessive happiness with giggles and snorts of her own unintelligent figure, flailing around the tip of her tail in the coil to emphasize the effect of the encouragement. "Daadee! Daadee!" she continuously exclaimed, wagging her tail back and forth to continuously retain the love from her fatherly figure. Scout planted a quick kiss on the Onix's forehead, a tad of her soft mineral body coming off as he retreated. The additional love made Breccia bind Scout more and more, starting to hurt and suffocate the Furret.

Scout coughed out a breath, trying to regain his composure. "O-okay Breccia. You can let go of... daddy now." On command, the small worm of stones released her grip, but still provided an area for Scout to sit inside her coil that wouldn't crush him. He was lucky that he taught Breccia commands before speech.

"Aw, isn't that cute," a dark and malicious voice called out. "Someone's finally a daddy."

Scout turned to the sound to find the very Pokemon he had learned to despise. His brows came to a meeting in between his eyes, crumpling his nose and bearing his teeth. In the process, Scout positioned himself in between Breccia and the perpetrator. "What do you want, Sash?" he asked, somewhat rhetorically, with a grimace on his face and a low growl to his tone.

Sash quickly pulled on the blood red bow tie around his neck, straightening the article out. "Oh, I'm just here on means of passing by, when I suddenly came across my former teammate, Scout, and I decided it had been too long since we last chatted. I mean," Sash continued as he fluttered down from a small perch on a nearby dead tree. "It has been quite some time since we separated from each other in Tao, if I recall correctly. And you've already made yourself a father."

The Murkrow swooped around behind Scout in one swift motion and approached Breccia's head. "Hey, little girl. Who's your daddy?"

Breccia thought on the topic, trying to deduce what the bird was asking of her. "Daa...dee?" he responded, awaiting the response of pleasure and love like she had from Scout.

"Oh, now isn't that sweet~" Sash remarked maliciously, putting an outstretched feather underneath the chin of Breccia, forcing her to look him in the eyes. "And you have such pretty eyes, little girl. Just like your father."

Suddenly, a hard blow to the bird's face knocked Sash off his balance, forcing the Murkrow to fall to the ground. Sash grabbed at the place of impact with his wing, feeling the red hot burn of pain shooting through his cheek. Above him, Scout stood, a red fist of a paw stretched back for another blow. His normally small, beady eyes, now filled with rage and intense anger. "You're lucky you don't have teeth, asshole."

Sash smiled coyly and replied, "Oh no, its not me who's lucky, dear Scout. It's you. For, you see, you could have simply knocked a few out, but I could easily use them as projectiles, or perhaps I could have bitten into you-" Another punch went flying into the small bird's gut. "Guhoo!" Sash yelped out, grabbing at his gut now. The Murkrow fell into the fetal position and curled onto his side, desperately grasping for the air that had just been knocked out of him.

Scout raised another fist, prepared to attack again, despite being in front of his child, but something stopped him. Normally, Sash would fight back. What is different about this encounter? Sash was a cold blooded killer, so he probably had every chance already to take advantage of Scout or Breccia. So why didn't he?

"Good shot, Scout!" Sash commended, still heaved over in pain and breathlessness. "Your fighting style has really improved since I last left you and Trix.

"What do you really want, Sash?" Scout ordered an answer.

"Excuse me?" Sash said nonchalantly. "Why can't an old friend visit his old friend?"

Scout grabbed Sash by the collar of his bow tie, another punch prepared, as he stared the bird straight in the face. "Answer me, fucker! I don't care if you're just screwing with me for shits and giggles, but I'm trying to raise Breccia right, and if you want to fuck with me, do it when I'm not with Breccia. Right now, I have business to attend to, got it?"

"Okay, okay, whatever suits you!" Sash replied, holding out his wings to signal a surrender. Scout slightly threw Sash to the ground and turned back to his baby Onix, staring at the duo with curiosity and fear.

Before Scout completely left the bird alone, he stopped and turned his head slightly. "Just... leave. Don't bother me. Not now. Not ever."

"Sounds fine by me!" Sash replied, getting back on his feet. In a moment's notice, Sash fluttered his wings and started to fly away small feathers falling in the breeze.

Scout sighed and returned to Breccia, who looked terrified at the fight. She let out a small weep, "Daa-dee?"

The Furret father figure grabbed hold of Breccia's head and drew her in close, letting her feel his warm comfort. "It's okay, Daddy won't let that happen again. It's okay. We'll just go home, and have some pumice. Does that sound good?"

Breccia slightly nodded under Scout's arms, but the duo didn't dare move. They needed this time, to comfort. To recover.

~~~

Midnight flew into the dark, leafless tree the former Slatepents called a home. Most would call this tree dead, but they knew otherwise, as life abundantly grew inside the tree, with plenty of leaves, grass, and fungi growing for furniture for the duo. Out of breath, Midnight collapsed on the white spotted purple mushroom couch they had grown.

Sash, having heard his partner fly in, came out from the kitchen area. "Hey, Midnight!" he called out in a friendly tone. "How was your flight?"

"A bit rougher than usual," Midnight replied, wiping off a bit of sweat. "It was still a good one though."

"That's nice." Midnight turned to return to their food, but stopped in the doorway. "Oh, by the way, have you seen my bow tie? I was going to wear it for a diplomatic return to the Rogue's guild today, but I couldn't find it."

Midnight put a feathery appendage to his chin, but a sudden moment of enlightenment over came him, as he reached under his wing. "Oh, yea! I took it into the local tailor, since it had a slight tear in the fabric." Without looking, Midnight tossed the bow tie towards Sash, who caught it, despite being poorly thrown. "Everything is as good as new."

"Thanks, Midnight!" Sash said with a smile.

"Don't forget our training for tomorrow," Midnight called out. "If you want to get back into the Slatepents, you have to be prepared."

"Yea, I know," Sash replied. He hesitated at the door. Sash's head drooped for a small bit as he considered the thought of returning home, to his disappointed father and mother, and those that he betrayed. "I... know..."