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[treehouse-void]

The meet up

This is the last of the intro stories. After this one, we will be going back to the main plot. I hope you enjoyed this little detour, and once again, Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, Ratatouille, in this case specifically the character Remy which we changed the spelling of for copyright reasons, belongs to Disney and Pixar, and the OCs belong to Wraith. Also once again, please go check out their stuff on Wattpad.

It's been a couple of weeks since Gia met her friend Reme, and the four of them once again agreed on a time to meet up as one big friend group as they had met up before but it was always cut short for various reasons. She sat in the agreed upon waiting spot for the others, which happened to be where it all began.

As she reminisced on the past and imaging how things will go, the bushes made a familiar rustling sound. She turned and out popped Water Gun, Elan, and Reme. She smiled widely and excitedly as she gave the three a big hug.

"You guys made it," she exclaimed while hugging.

"Yeah, well, Water Gun's directions didn't help much," Elan responded as they hugged back. Water Gun and Reme also hugged her back before they all let go. Water Gun also grumbled that things look different when you're used to wearing shades all the time.

Before any fighting could start, Gia asked what they should do to hang out. They all thought for a bit before Elan offered to hang out at their place. The other three Pokemon, not able to think of any ideas of their own, agreed. Elan proceeded to lead the way to their place.

After a few minutes of walking, they came across a mansion. With everything that she saw that day, Gia was expecting a McMansion. But nope, they were headed to an actual one that was about a mile off the main road.

Soon enough, they arrived at the gate and jumped up so that the person working security there that day could see them. "Elan and others," they said, although all the guard heard was "Eevee Eve Eevee." Nonetheless, the gate was opened and they were let through.

Once past the gate, Elan started a little mini tour. They stated that Karen's family aren't filthy rich, but are rich enough that she was able to inherit the estate from her parents and that, from what they've overheard, it's been in the family for generations. They also told them that she doesn't like people stepping on the grass and Water Gun immediately got onto the sidewalk while blushing in embarrassment. It continued on until they reached the door.

Elan paws at it, asking to be let in. The door opens and the kid let's them in while picking Elan up, asking them a bunch of questions about the others. Before they could hear any sort of "Eevee"s as a response, marching was heard coming down the stairs. It revealed to be Karen in a face mask.

"What's all this noise for?!" She screeched, causing everyone but Elan and their trainer to jump, and before anyone could get a word in edge wise she started yelling about how she's in the middle of relaxing and how everyone's being too noisy. Gia thought that was ironic coming from her.

While stopping to take a breath and before she could start back up, the kid said, "Elan came home with some friends." This got her to do a complete 180 on how she acted, asking why no one said anything earlier and orders the chefs to get their "finest Pokemon food." They quickly bring it out while the four of them get situated.

They all look around at the chaos, each with a different reaction. Reme looks nervous in a way, Water Gun is almost living the life, Gia feels sorry for the people working under her, and Elan is more or less indifferent. Gia asks them if they ever felt sorry for the workers, and they said they do but that they're also used to it.

Food is served and everyone starts chatting. During various conversation topics, they learned that her name is actually April and that she's been dubbed the local Karen due to obvious entitlement, their trainer is actually a boy named Brian, he's an only child and doesn't seem to be entitled like his mom, and Elan has no idea what gender they are just that it feels like they have more than one and that it fluctuates and as a result are ok with any pronouns. The three of them make a mental note of that.

After everyone is done eating, they all move to the living room to chat. Gia felt something was off, and her gut instinct turned out to be correct. Quickly coming closer to them was a Yamper going "oh my Arceus" over and over again as they run up to them. Elan groaned, appearing to know who it was.

"Oh my Arceus," the Yamper said one last time before starting to say stuff that wasn't just that phrase. "Elan, are these the friends you've been telling me about? I mean I'm guessing they are because rarely anyone is let in unless the one inviting them is close or they have an appointment with someone living here and security hasn't chased them out, so the only assumption left is that these are the friends you talk about." The Yamper rambled on a bit more, not even introducing themself, which made Elan have to interrupt and do it for them. Elan introduced them as Bean, using She/Her pronouns to do so. Bean proceeded to ask if any of them really didn't have any trainers.

"Nope," Gia responded happily, knowing that she probably wasn't able to be caught by a Pokeball. "Elan's the only one of the friend group who is." April overheard and started offering various family members who had kids who wanted Pokemon of their own. The three of them argued, Gia having to translate while arguing, that just because they don't have one doesn't mean they aren't happy.

Gia, stressed and upset that they aren't understanding, accidentally and unknowingly sends serotonin towards everyone. Everyone catches a whiff and they all start calming down, while the Karen looks almost high. This makes her more upset, now know why she wanted her son to catch her.

Elan, now calmed down and able to think clearly, suggest that they hang out elsewhere. The others agree and they head out. Brian and Bean ask to join, which they are allowed reluctantly. They spend the rest of the day in town doing various things before having to head back for dinner.

Thanks once again for reading and sticking through this until the end. I hope you guys enjoyed and I know I said that they were going to meet each other in this chapter, but I didn't think she'd wait that long to introduce them to each other. Also, in case you guys are curious, yes Elan is genderfluid. However, while you can use any pronouns to refer to them, I will be using They/Them for consistency and stuff. In the mean time, next time will be back to more present day type stuff.

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Misunderstood || a Cayde/Ikora Angst

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Summary: The Hunter misunderstood many things in his life, he misunderstood the intentions of the vanguard's tactics and values, the way he would be the most eager to leave this hell, but instead they'd send the Titan who would much rather guard his lion den. Most times his partners were astray from him, Zavala talked too much about his Titans, but was pretty average.

But then there was Ikora, her eyes were cold and deadbeat, like a deep lavender color with a grey undertone, they used to be alive, but they were aged. She was cold to him now it's like her quick glances were glares that punctured his confidence, and even the littlest noises she'd make at his failures would kill him on the inside. It was as if she had this power that crumbled people's spirits.

In her defense, she never knew she was this cold, she was merely being was she was told to be. A strong poised warlock, who needed to keep her eyes on her sworn duty. But in other's eyes she was just another scary leader, the mentor people whispered about behind her back. Then at the same time, she knew about this, and she shamed herself for it, compared herself to a monster. She couldn't stand herself for of it. She knew she wasn't taught all too well, especially when it all came from a Warlock with an ego.

This is just a single one shot about two Vanguards, two Stories, but the same problems.

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About a decade ago, he was made hunter vanguard, but even today, he never knew his purpose, he couldn't take anything along the lines of work seriously, no missions were matched for him, and he watched as his partners, Zavala and Ikora shred through hundreds of thousands of monsters.

While he was merely on the outside. He hated being trapped in here, he wished that once in a while he could join, but the request was ignored.

He was degraded and selfish, he knew Zavala thought so. But Ikora definitely did.

He knew because of the way Ikora would glare at him, and tear him down with a gaze that was truly cold. By emotionally manipulating him with her scoffs at his every foolish movement, and imprisoning him with her utter silence. The only times she'd actually spoken to him it was on dispatch details, and boring vanguard discussions.

He was merely a waste of space and time in their eyes.

No. Half of that wasn't true.

Infact it was one-sided love, Ikora was quite fond of him.

Ikora was a close inspector, so she couldn't help but pay attention to Cayde's subtle expressions, it was like a sixth sense that allowed her to read his body language like a book, the way his feet consistentantly tapped on the ground, and the way his fingers pulsed around his knife, aching to leave this damned place.

Ikora, she adored him, truly adored him, through the glares and the stoic expressions, and the parts of her that would look and scoff, there was another part of her that wanted to smile and laugh with him, she was a lovesick warlock who wrestled with the lovelorn hunter.

She never knew how to communicate her true feelings after Osiris changed her, turned her into a warlock with the mentality of steel, but that rubbed off on her. She was locked up and stuck with lips that never twitched from it's perfect straight line, and eyes so cold, they gave victims of her stare self consciousness. Her dull amethyst eyes were emotionless, and she'd never known. Often, she stood there in confusion, as her eyes would trail to a group of guardians, only for them to meet her eyes, and immediately part ways.

They were scared of being scolded. They'd never get scolded. Not for speaking and discussing mission details.

The kids would laugh and play, one kid will kick the ball too far, and it'd roll over and hit the balls of her feet. She listens as from behind her, a child would muster an, "Excuse me ma'am..." The warlock vanguard turns around, and picks the ball up, making her way over to the children. She would try to give a smile, bit her lips only twitched slightly, and she didn't smile, so she watched in a stoic manner as the children would stare into her nulled mulberry eyes, frozen in fear as they snatch the ball and run the other way.

At home, she sat and thought about it in her comfortable little arm chair, her elbows propped on the sides, and her fingers grazing her chin in thought. It wasn't long before she cracked, and a whimper sounded from the silent room, her lips quivered and tears danced it's way down her cheek, when she first shed a tear, it was in melancholy, because it was the day she realized even the children feared her eyes. She sobbed at that thought, infact she sobbed so hard she gasped for air. She was embarrassed of herself, she cried like a little girl who'd been hit, or one who saw the warlock vanguard; a monster. And she was a monster.

The aftermath of her sobfest, was her laid half conscious on the floor, drawing deep breaths. Tired and exhausted from the tears that non-stop dribbled down her face.

But after a brief moment of bathing in her thoughts, she smiled, then chuckled, chuckled dryly until her puffy eyes were allowing more tears to drop from her cheeks.

It's so funny.

It's funny that on that day, she realized there was still a heart lurking in there somewhere, only because she cried, she was vulnerable, a weight was lifted off of her shoulders.

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Cayde was sorting out little maps, holding his head in frustration, clenching his teeth and scribbling wildly on the digital maps displayed on tablets, piled high on the desk where certain loot caches hid.

"Cayde." He heard a deep and smooth voice call his name, as she trailed herself around the little long table, he jumped, and looked up to face the speaker, there stood Ikora, who called his name without looking.

"Is there something wrong?" She asked mono-toned, and her eyes trail up to his face. There was that look in her eyes again, that look that would kill, and it was not a compliment, they killed his spirits.

"Oh, it's nothin'. Just not feeling too well today, y'know?" He simply states, and watches as her brows twitch, and she nods before she's consumed by her books once again.

Ten years he'd stayed cooped up in the tower like this, and Ikora never changed, he remembered when she was younger, more honest and true to her words, her pure anger that seemed to be less intimidating than now day's calm and conserved personality to him was quite ridiculous, hell, he remembered he even crushed hard on her.

But, Those days were over and done with.

And he missed it. He thought that sooner or later, that stoic attitude would change. That she would become more comfortable and her demeanour would change. It never did. He hated it. Just as much as he now hated her.

Quickly, he realized the thought that scavenged in his head, he didn't know what was up with him as soon as he'd thought that. He frowned to himself, and traced a gaze up to her face. Hate? Hate was a strong word. "Is there something on my face?" She spoke, eyes still fixed on her book, It took no longer than a second for the Warlock to notice his eyes locked on her face.

"No."

"Then, please, stop staring." A sigh left his lips, and he pulled away from the table.

"I'm going to go take a breather." He sighs, before leaving the little hall, when he got out of the little disclosed place, he made his way to the speakers study, where a little vent to his favorite place lied.

The hunter crawled through piles of faction crates, shaders, silver, and books before he was greeted by the little slitted vents. Quietly, he removes it from the front of the little crawl space supposedly on the other side, and propped himself on his elbows and knees.

As the vanguard slithered his body through the gap that barely provided room, his eyes scanned over the many empty custodial rooms, that, soon he began to pass by, most of them not being his private spaces.

Finally, he looked down to greet the warm coffee colored room he was most accustomed with, a purple carpet he rolled out himself, a couch, which already existed before he found the room alongside the desk filled with ramen crates, and little ace cards.

He swiftly plucked the broken screws off one by one, before shoving the vent off, his face scrunched up as the vent so loudly hit the hardwood floor that hadn't been covered by the carpet. He guaranteed he'd be caught at some point, but for now, he was safe.

His eyes scanned the room proudly, eyes glazing over the rest of the furniture and decor in the room, maps were pinned up by tacks, prototypes for his class gear laid scattered for modification, his delicate dishes and relics placed inside the conveniently sized sink, he fished his pot from the water, in which he'd already washed, and filled it with water.

Calmly, he moved to place his little pot of water on the makeshift stove top to boil up instant noodles. And then plopped himself onto the couch.

He sat in silence, in that moment took the time to ponder, ponder about the life he didn't so happily live.

"Hm." A noise came from the darker corner of the room, a hum of examination. God dammit! could he ever get some peace?

He whipped his heard around, raising an eyebrow, and the person he wanted to escape from happened to be there. "What are you doing here? Shoo!" He waved her away, but neither did the Warlock's expression or body falter.

Cayde stood up, and Ikora stepped forward. Taking this as a chance to speak to him privately, "You've been off lately. And I've taken a notice that it seems you loathe me. Could we take some time and discuss it?" Ikora calmly asks.

"Okay, I have a reason, so you better listen, and real closely as well. Honestly, there's something wrong with you, and Zavala, or the vanguard as a whole, it feels like the damned system is corrupted. You look at me like I don't belong here. As if I'm lower than you, then there's Zavala who quietly suspects me for half of the things I do. Also have you understood how long I've been wanting to leave this tower? They let the both of you leave, but not me?" He spat, watching as she recoiled at the sudden bitterness in his tone.

What? No. None of that was true, she'd never think of him that way, he was helpful, a kind old soul, with exceptional humor. Zavala thought so as well, the vanguard wasn't a corrupt system, the tower was only afraid of losing their next hunter vanguard so early.

"I think you've misunder-"

"You think I misunderstood? How the hell are you going to explain the glares, it feels like they throw me into my place, a low class hunter," He scoffs, "Gosh, I wish a was a low class hunter, so I could get the hell out of this joint. Then there's the murmuring sounds of disappointment and your dissatisfaction, even if I just make the littlest mistake, your eyes are following me. Swearing at me. Then there's Zavala asking me all of these questions, and boring his eyes into the little horn in the center of my head."

"And you think I've misunderstood?" Cayde finishes off, before muttering under his breath "Asshole." That broke her, again, she didn't know why, but all of her bottled up emotions, hidden by a hallowed facade poured out.

She slid down to her knees, at first her fingers curled around the arm of his sofa, covering her eyes and rubbing away the little tears that threatened to roll down.

That's when Cayde began to inch for the door, but he stopped when he heard a hic. His head turned slightly, and he watched as the warlock slowly crumbled. Eventually her hiccups turned into cries, which faded into sobs, obnoxious sobs until she couldn't breathe, until they were low throaty ones, and she hadn't realized.

At first he thought he made her cry, and slowly, he felt guilt climbing up his back.

But then he remembered that the Warlock Vanguard was never this weak.

He watched with a frown as her shoulders sank, and her body folded, until she was fully pressed to the floor, and the rest of what she could breathe out were hacks up to the point she gasped for more air. She felt like an idiot, this was probably the most vulnerable anyone had seen her, by a long shot.

She watched as Cayde's head turned to her, staring, awkward and stiff, before it whirled back around, slowly. Then he left the room in a hesitant manner.

He felt weird, not being able to withstand the sudden burst of tears. So he removed himself. He left through the door that was unlocked through the inside.

Cayde stumbled out of the door and closed it, expecting for her sobs to be purged by the closed doors, but it wasn't, he cringed at Ikora's loud cries out that echoed through the dead hallway, like a horror movie, he watched as rats scurried about the hall under the dim spotlights, as cob webs decorated the walls in a disgusting way.

What ever was the matter with her, he wanted her to feel his pain. Being left alone to sob and so she could attempt to untangle herself.

He knew Ikora couldn't keep her composure, she probably never experienced real emotion like this. But that thought cleared when her gasps for air died down, he turned to the door down the hall in confusion, he paused. Nothing. That gave him goosebumps.

He never knew that the both of them dealt with the same issues from the start. Misunderstood, judged, feared. When he was greeted by the familiar lights of the Speaker's study or grand door that lied before the Speaker's study, he pushed open the large doors to finally enter the right wing of the tower, that's when he took a left and climbed up the stairs, trailing past the little patches of grass on the floor near the landing zone, his feet trailed down the steps, and stopped just before the grand table.

He noticed the way Zavala's eyes trailed up to him, his look displaying confusion. "Where is Ikora?" He questioned raising an catapillar size eyebrow.

He left it off with a shrug, before approaching the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as Zavala eyed him.

Zavala eyed him the whole time he leaned over, resting his elbows on the table to finally finish each coordinate.

And as he carefully marked up the papers, for what'd almost been thirty minutes. "Cayde, are you sure you don't know where she is...?" Zavala finally said with high suspicions, after staring at him, and mentally interrogating him.

Cayde drew a sigh, his pencil darting across the papers, one side, to the other. Finally, dropping the pencil, he looked up. "I might know." He spoke those three words only, before turning around, and leaving the hallway, Zavala's mouth opened, as if he were about to say something, but he stayed quiet, assuming that was just Cayde saying he'd check.

Cayde, finally ascended the stairs, inhaling the fresh air. And made his way to the location he only left 30 minutes ago.

Ikora propped herself on the chair, covering her face, rubbing her puffy eyes, she inhaled the bitter smell of smoke that blanketed the air, the water in his pot completely boiled dry and evaporated, and the pot was on the verge of being damaged.

The stench was giving her a headache, but she sat idle, eyes shielded, and her lips quivering. She needed the moment of silence, but that ended when she heard the clattering in the vents, she removed her arms from her face, lips straightening, and her eyes absent of tears.

It was as if she wasn't sulking the 2 seconds before she'd transitioned. There was a thump on the ground, and she felt a pair of eyes on her through the foggy smoke.

She sat quietly and idle, "Ikora." A familiar robotic voice called. He couldn't help but cough, as he grabbed the pot and placed it outside the little door, his systems rendering to filter the air.

"Ikora... There's something wrong with me and-"

"There is something wrong with me as well." She carefully spoke, her silhouette was carefully carved through the fog of the smoke that remained as she kept her composure. "Everything before Osiris, were lighter times. Now, I wouldn't like to speak badly of him, but he made me feel I was flawed."

She bit her lip, remembering the time that Osiris told her everything, she was cursed with his knowledge, she was told to stand up straight and never falter, to know her place, and use her mind. On top of that, never smile.

So she did follow, precariously infact; uncertain of how to do so. And she became a mess. She earned respect only because they feared her power.

But when Osiris had done the same, there were ecstatic followers behind him.

"I changed for my own good. But now that I wish to change back, I can't. I'm stuck, I truly couldn't smile without crying first." She continued, and he stared into her dead eyes, that was still cloaked by the smoke, and bloodshot red from the chemicals that bounced along the walls, but her irises were a deep forest of violet, with an undertone of grey.

His eyes rendered and adjusted, noticing how they were coated with tears. "Listen, I lugged through these halls with the mindset that everyone hated me. But mostly you." He sighed, hands holding his face in his hands.

"I thought the feeling was mutual. Well, given the fact your eyes never ceased to change." Then he finally looked at her, eyeing her quivering lips, "But the point is, I'm not okay."

Her arms rose to curl her fingers around his wrist. "I'm not okay either." She whispered, her hand was positioned so that her thumb stroked the palm of his hands, gloved with rough material.

She leans her head on his shoulder, noticing the way his shoulders more prominently rise and fall at their contact.

"Ikora..?" Cayde calls to her, her head rises from his shoulder. A gentle hum in acknowledgement slices the air as her head turns to him. "Forgive me for this..." He speaks low, and suddenly her lips are pressed against his plates, and her body is pushed up against his chest.

It was a kiss to reassure her, his eyes were wide open, as were hers, before she discovered the way his hands traced circles on her back, and both their eyes shut, she tasted the salt on her lips, and she then noticed her eyes were leaking with tears.

The fog that coated the air added much more tension. Soon, Ikora paid attention to how his body began to dominate hers, his unoccupied fingers tracing up to her thighs and massaging them, so she believed it was best to pull away, so they wouldn't be carried away, but even after that, she was unable to bring herself to look him in the eyes.

She clears her throat, fists braced on the couch to push herself from under him, her posture straightens, "Thank you for talking to you about this." She carefully speaks, Cayde nodded before saying,

"Y'know, I misunderstood this...."

"No you didn-"

"Yes I did. All of it. Your intentions, Zavala's intentions, I was so caught on the theory that the both of you were trying to isolate me.." Cayde spoke softly, "But it was the other way around."

"So you weren't speaking on the kissing?" Ikora asks slowly. Cayde quickly shakes his head.

"Unless I did... Misunderstand..." His voice trails off.

"No... No you didn't."

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Rattatatia

This is the final intro story before they all meet up. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo, the movie Ratatouille belongs to Pixar and Disney, which there are references to but names have been changed so as to try to avoid copyright, the OCs belong to Wraith, and make sure to check out Wraith's stuff on Wattpad. Also TW for controlling and toxic parent. It's not horrible, it could be worse, but just a fair warning that it's there.

It's been a few months now since the Gengar Incident, everyone was made aware of her powers, she encountered her first Karen, and made friends with other Pokemon. Gia felt like she could ride this high forever, if it weren't for the fact that sometimes she felt like there were people out there who got her stressed or made her use her serotonin towards them just to get a whiff of it. Those people, she felt, didn't deserve any of it.

The Eevee was lost in thought as a blur of purple sped by her into the nearby alley. Curiosity getting the better of her, she followed it to a Rattata hole in the side of an abandoned warehouse. Determined to find out who it was, she went to find another way in.

Once she was able to, she found a community of Rattatas. Young and old, male and female, everyone with a job or role to help maintain their little piece of society. So when she made a small noise with one of her steps, all of them stopped what they were doing and looked at her in confusion. Eventually, one of them, a female, stepped foward.

"Greetings, I am Rosa," the female Rattata introduced herself. "What's your name?" After Gia introduced herself, they started to recognize her more easily and Rosa had to tell them to go back to what they were doing so as to avoid their "guest" as Rosa called her from getting bombarded with questions and requests. After everyone got busy again, Rosa told her to follow, which Gia did.

"So I noticed everyone has a job," Gia noted while looking around, making sure to not step on any of the Rattatas going about their business. "What's your's?" Rosa answered by saying, "I'm the one in charge. I give them their jobs." Gia then understood why she was the one who started talking to her.

Rosa proceeded to take Gia on a tour of what the Eevee originally thought was a large town or small city, which turned out to be closer to a medium to large city. The Rattata introduced her to the major stores run by the locals and was even offered to try their food. It went on for awhile before they arrived at a living space larger than the others.

"Who lives here?" Gia asked, trying to narrow it down in her head the answer. "You?" Rosa chuckles and confirms that she was, in fact, correct. She then called out for someone named Reme so that they could meet. Gia wondered what a famous Paris Region Rattata was doing living here when he has his own restaurant.

Rather than a stressed out Rattata with a chef's hat looking like he was interrupted from cooking, a young Rattata close to Gia's age, still stressed but it looked like it was over other things and not cooking, came out of the living space.

"Yeah Mom?" The Rattata rubbed his eyes and blinked, looking like he hadn't seen natural light in awhile. Rosa, who Gia assumed was the younger one's mom, started smothering him with love and affection. This irritated the Rattata and caused them to push their mom off.

"Fine, fine, I'll stop for now," she says, ruffling his hair. She then intruces them as her son Reme. Gia was confused, and honestly a bit excited, and asked if he's the famous Rattata from the Paris Region and Rosa almost let out a laugh.

"No, no, that would be amazing, probably even a dream come true if I'm being honest, but no," Rosa explains. "I'm just a fan of his work, so when I found out I was having a boy, I begged my husband to name our son after him and he did." Rosa continued, saying that she was hoping that he'd make more friends and was hoping you two could hang out together. She then shooed them before heading into her living space, forcing them to even more.

Reme was noticably uncomfortable, saying they didn't have to if she didn't want to and that he'd explain to his mom if she did. She responded back that she wanted to get to know him, but also said that she wished it was by choice and not force. He then offered to show her "something cool". After making him promise it wasn't secretly anything bad, she agrees. He start to lead her to an alley in the city and makes sure she's able to catch up as they do parkour.

Eventually, they make it to a high beam and tight rope across. After they fully crossed, she's welcomed into a small den. One that, surprisingly, she could fit inside without taking up too much space.

"Welcome to my little hideaway," Reme says as he plops on a makeshift bean bag chair. Gia looked around for anything that might be similar to what the famous Paris Region Rattata might have and found nothing. She asks him if he's a fan of the Rattata's work and he answers no, but also mentions that his mom wishes he was as he starts venting about how controlling she is with his interest and hobbies. Gia simply sits and let's him let it out, thinking that this is something he needs.

"The worst part," he takes a deep breath as he struggles to continue. "The worst part is that the biggest thing that she pushes on me isn't making friends, or learning how to cook, or anything like that, it's that she wants me to take over the community, and I don't think I can't handle that." He starts rambling about how it isn't fair and that he wants a choice, and if he was allowed one that he'd use his choice to say no and explain that he wanted to live elsewhere. He said he'd explain that he would visit, but that he simply just doesn't want to live there anymore. Gia goes over and comforts him. He softly mentions that "it doesn't help that I'm an only child".

"Shh, it'll be alright," she tells him, reassuring him that everything will be ok. "Hey, why don't we try later today? That sound good to you?" Reme calmed down and nodded in agreement. They then talk about various other topics to pass the time. Before they knew it, it was time for him to head home.

"So once we get to your living space, you're going to ask her right?" Gia asked for confirmation as she jumped back down to the ground level. He confirms that it will happen, and when he asks for confirmation that she'll be there for support, she let's him know that she'll be by his side the entire time. With his confidence levels on the rise, they head back to his living space.

After knocking on a part of the wall next to the doorway, she comes out and asks how they're doing. Gia answers that they're doing well, and that Reme has something to tell her. When she asks what it is, he tells her that he doesn't want to take over being in charge. her loud exclamation of "WHAT?!" made Rattatas turn heads but she growled at them to "get back to work", making them scurry off. She then asks what he meant.

"What I mean, Mom, is that I don't want to be in charge once you retire or something," he restates. "I don't think I'd want to live here. I mean, yeah, I'll visit, but that doesn't mean I'll want to live here." His mom, looking like he'd broken his heart and put it back together only to break it again, asked what he would like to do. He said he didn't know, but mentioned that traveling sounded interesting to him. She was noticeably sad, but wished him well on his travels and asked that he visit as often as possible. He thanked his mom and told her that he'd try to visit often. Rosa then led them to a platform in the middle of the city square.

"Citizens of Rattatatia," she called out. Everyone stopped what they were doing and headed over to hear the announcement. She continues once she sees that everyone has arrived.

"As you all know, 25 years ago my husband and I made this place for Rattatas to live in peace, so that we and humans could live alongside each other the best we could. As you all also know, just over 11 years ago I gave birth to Reme, who is not only my only son but my only child. Today, we shall wish him safe travels as he ventures out of our community and goes off to explore the world. He'll no longer be taking over as I originally hoped, but I will think of something later for how to choose one of you to one day have a new leader when I am no longer able to. In the meantime let's give him a farewell and wish him safe travels on his adventures." As if on cue, as Gia and Reme head off the stage, everyone does as Rosa told them to. After getting through the crowd, they exit the way Gia entered as it was the only entrance she could fit through. Once they exited, they talked about where he'll head first and, after finding out, they part ways until they see each other again.

Thanks once again for reading. All of her friends have been introduced, now we're just to the meet up where all her friends finally meet each other. That should come out soon so stay tuned for that. Also there's a couple more references, but one of them is really obvious due to one of the things that's copyrighted that's mentioned before the story starts, the other is an Office Space reference which I don't expect most of you to get unless I point it out or you watch it.