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    Default Meddling with Time: a PMD tale.

    A POKEMON MYSTERY DUNGEON TALE

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    Reaching up slowly, Maya tugged the light grip of her fox’s hand away, a smile appearing shyly despite herself at the worry that marred the sweet, homely features as she took his hand.

    He glanced down, a smile breaking the steadily hardening planes that twisted his expression, marred, into something else.

    “Sorry, Maya.”

    The air around them crackled, as the darkening gaze of her youngster - although he wasn't young any more – focused with sharp intensity to identify the threat. Deep emerald flicked back at the last moment to hers, the old sparkle of mischievousness returned with a ferocity that matched the foxfire licking around the edges of his quivering form.

    "Watch me, Maya. I'm a lot stronger, then when you last saw me. Watch me protect you."


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    MEDDLING WITH TIME


    Authors notes: So Katiekitten convinced me to post this little AU love-serial I've been writing. My story of unrequited love and stupid mistakes.

    This is set in a twisted modern-day AU version of Pokemon Mystery dungeon, with a few changes. ;D

    TO BEGIN WITH, THIS IS NOT CHRONOLOGICAL.

    The prologue is sort of contained in the first two chapters. This story liberally plays within it's own time line, as is explained and straightened later. It is also mainly based around character interaction, as well as playing with ideas. I hope someone enjoys my warped sense of humor and logic. ;D

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    TABLE OF CONTENTS


    PROLOGUE
    where time lines collide part one
    where time lines collide part two

    PART ONE: INTRODUCTIONS AND CONCLUSIONS
    CHAPTER ONE: Steps Forward

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    where time lines collide part one


    When it came to tricks, in this world, they named the foxes the gods, or demons, in legend. From the orient to the giant land mass that swamped most of the west, when it came to ploys, gambles, magic, games (the legends twisted through them all) what immortalised these tales, was the playful innocence of these creatures. It fascinated him, these creatures passed into powerful legends, in her world.

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    It had started with a wedding.


    The decorations that littered the clearing around the well were simplistic in the view of their time, but elegant. Even though flowers were a vixen thing, a talented fox such as himself could appreciate the beauty provided by the simple theme of red and pink petals, which matched the bride flawlessly. As dearest friend to the bride, Vene would accept no less. Aside from that, it was obvious the groom had contributed nothing.

    Irritation stirred in his gut, jade eyes narrowing with his disapproval. This event had meant something. It wasn’t fair, on her. In fact, Maya had always been unhappy around the baka.

    His fur bristled with discomfort, an unhappy pout settling across the line of his mouth. Ahead of him, they joined hands, twin smiles meeting sweetly, with simple shyness, before the clatter of beads shook through the air in a flurry of colour, and within the midst of the mess, their lips met, sealing their vows.

    Ignoring the distractions that lay all around him – the food, the pretty white cloth that Maya had brought back from home, the toys – the small fox's teeth worried his lip, unable to shake his unease as his eyes settled on the bride, watching, carefully.

    He couldn’t take this.

    In a flurry of ginger fur and ruby fire, the fox disappeared from the mess table, fleeing fast, faster, so that the flames licked his ankles, scorching the flowers beneath his claws. A flicker of movement in the corner of his eye showed that he had been spotted – with a growl vibrating through his teeth, he turned his mind away from it, and the faint cry that rose behind him.

    “…Vene? Vene!”

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    “…do I know you?”

    The taller, wiser fox had a small, secretive smile on his lips as he watched the young woman in the confines of his arms, her tentative heat warm and at home beneath him. Apart from the apparent tear strains tracking a solitary path down her delicate cheeks, she was as healthy and perfect as he remembered from his childhood.

    “It’s good to see you, Manami.“

    Her eyes widened at the use of full name, wondering confusion flitting incredulously through the gaze that eyed him sharply.

    “How do you know that name…?”

    “Don’t you recognise me? You once called me Vene.”

    “Vene-?”

    His hand was at her mouth, effectively sealing her lips part way through his name as Maya glanced up into the taller stature of the Fox with startled surprise. At the sudden tension in his features, Maya’s eyes immediately tracked his own, searching the short breadth of the small shrine courtyard for the source of the Fox's – but he was a man now, wasn’t he?- anxiety; but she couldn’t say she was surprised when she noticed nothing out of the ordinary. His senses had always been superior; his kind were miraculous creatures, really. Eyes skimming down a distinctly broad chest, the subtle changes to the appearance of this man both startling and oddly familiar. The long curls of ginger twining like fire around his face - that she could almost take for granted - and the same golden, gleaming, beautiful eyes. His form had changed, it was inescapable that reality, but she still felt the fox before her, the sharply angled lines of his face and small, tapered nails. She couldn't describe his clothes, and wouldn't have wanted to.

    The form was both natural, and impossible. The stirrings of old academic fervor, the numerous questions she had left unanswered when she had been forced to leave that world blossomed up in a terrible bloom in her mind, and she could almost feel her claws again.

    "What happened to you?"

    Her heart thudded in her chest, in a familiar rhythm of excited stress that brought with it the tantalising reminisces of the mystery, when she had been changed into something beyond her belief. It had been so long since she had made contact with these creatures, or anything from that time, that the peace and serenity of her time had almost killed her.

    Reaching up slowly, Maya tugged the light grip of her fox’s hand away, a smile appearing shyly despite herself at the worry that marred the sweet, homely features as she took his hand.

    He glanced down, a smile breaking the steadily hardening planes that twisted his expression, marred, into something else.

    “Sorry, Maya.”

    The air around them crackled, as the darkening gaze of her youngster - although he wasn't young any more – focused with sharp intensity to identify the threat. Deep emerald flicked back at the last moment to hers, the old sparkle of mischievousness returned with a ferocity that matched the foxfire licking around the edges of his quivering form.

    "Watch me, Maya. I'm a lot stronger, then when you last saw me. Watch me protect you."

    Incredulous to the point of stupefaction at how far their roles had reversed, she honestly couldn’t say if she felt relieved, or not, at this hybrid of a creature's proclamation.

    “Just don’t get hurt.”
    Last edited by Ejunknown; 4th September 2011 at 6:54 PM.

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