#!!drabble

The small boy didn't really have to try very hard to understand why she was so upset - Tomoe had been annoyed and upset ever since encountering that alternate, ever since Touichi went back to Striaton City. She... didn't want to give up, did she? Biting his lip, Touichi let out a sigh, closing his eyes and flinching a little as she continued chatering, glaring at him in irritation.

"... I'm sorry." Touichi managed to murmur to the Dewott in a quiet voice, tugging his sleeves. "I-I'm sorry, b-but... you know he w-was right, T-Tomoe..." The boy continued to speak, and the Dewott went silent, glaring at him. She wasn't happy, but the alternate was right. Touichi wasn't strong, he couldn't get stronger than this - and, he was putting his Pokemon in risk by continuing. There were far stronger Pokemon, far stronger trainers ahead, and Touichi would never be able to keep them safe from them.

"I d-don't... want you t-to get... hurt... and... y-you know you will... I c-can't protect you, and there are... s-stronger, we'll g-get beaten, you'll g-get hurt...!" Hesitating, Touichi opened his eyes again, looking at her sadly. "... If... y-you want to continue s-so m-... much... I can... I c-can... see if I'll t-take you b-back to the P-Professor... so s-she can find a better t-trainer for yo-"

He was cut off, however, as Tomoe pulled one of her scalchops from its place and raised it against him. She was glaring at him in anger, and even if she wasn't close enough for the blade to be a threat, the gesture was obvious to the boy. Don't you dare. She was furious, and for the first time, Touichi found himself actually startled in front of his partner, leaning back on the seat nervously. However, the Dewott didn't attack. Instead, Tomoe shook her head, lowering the scalchop slowly before gesturing with it to herself.

It's you and me.

"To-... Tomoe..." Touichi started, his voice cracking lightly. He didn't know what to do, or what to say, but after a moment of silence, Tomoe shook her head, raising her head as she stared up at her trainer.

She could get stronger. She believed she would get stronger, and so would the others. She needed her trainer to actually believe in his Pokemon, and keep going. For once, it seemed like Touichi understood, for once it seemed like they knew what to do. Lowering his head, Touichi hesitated, biting his lip as he hesitated, trying to figure out what to say, but finally managing to say in a small voice. "... I'm sorry."

Lowering her scalchop, Tomoe stepped closer to her trainer and, timidly, Touichi pulled the Water type to his arms, holding her close to himself.

   Goten was quiet for a moment. It was like his mind stopped working. "B-But we can bring him back with the Dragonballs, right?"

 All his life, people died. His father died. His brother died, and his mother. They were all brought back with the power of the Dragonballs. Klein could be brought back, right!? He could be brought back! All Goten had to do was find the Dragonballs!

 Biting back tears, he grabbed the Dragon RADAR and set off in search of all seven Dragonballs. He would bring Klein back! Even if it was the last thing he'd do, because...

At first she thought she couldn’t believe her eyes. The person that was greeting her with a gentle smile. The person that was supposed to be dead for such a long time. The one she praised, her father, was standing there, saying her name. "Hello Rin, it’s been a while." was what he said. She couldn’t believe it. How was that even possible? Unknown emotions did build up inside of her. Not unknown, but too many to keep them seperated from each other, all she knew was that it felt like a dream.

That was 10 minutes ago.

Now all you heard was heavy breathing, the man having already left the place, leaving his daughter behind on the groud as she tried to speak the word ‘father’. Blood flowing out of her insides, her stomach cut open, skin burned on several places. What has been done once by the man she trusted, Kotomine, has been done again by the man she called her father, just worse. But how and why? She didn’t know. The only thing she knew at that very moment was that the wound she suffered from was fatal. There was no need to try to stop the bleeding with pressing her hand on the wound, it was too big. She couldn’t breathe properly, because with every breath she took, there was so much pain running through her body that she’d start to tear up. She didn’t cry though, mind and body were under shock by the bizarre situation she was put in so suddenly. The blood kept flooding, wondering how much she has lost so far, a whining noise would escape her, filled with despair. “How shameful..", a thought that crossed her mind. “Being killed by your own family Rin.. unbelievable.". A smirk on her face as the first and only tear would fall. Coughing up blood in pain, every thought in her head would leave again though. She knew she wouldn’t survive, she was not able to use any of her prana as a ‘first aid’, it all failed, the wound was too fatal. No one around to help her, her voice being too weak to shout out. Laying in her own, still warm blood, she would close her eyes, trying to get rid of any sensation.