Pokemon: Blood Curse!

Chapter 9: Mysterious Old Friend?

A/N: I do not own the image! All credit goes to https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/507710557971398369/?nic_v3=1a6ClWU8N O:!

Megan Kacar on pinterest.com owns the image :3!

I am only using this image to help describe him and this was the closest I could get xD!

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Feet padded across the ground as rain poured upon Marceline's hooded frame. She did her best to hurry back home, a light skip in her steps proved she was eager to attempt a run but knew better than to risk slipping and hurting herself. Of all times, why did it choose to rain now? Her thoughts, fully annoyed, echoed while her head remained low to keep the droplets from falling on her face.

"It wasn't even that cold out moments ago, so why do I keep seeing my own breath?" Mumbling, halting, the brunette's brows knitted at the thought and looked around the forest. Pichu in the distance and other pokemon were all hiding from the rain but none of them appeared as cold as she felt. "That's so weird... Am I getting sick?" Her hands lifted to examine her fingers, which were a little chilly. A shiver went down her spine at that moment, there was definitely something wrong, nonetheless, her hands were pushed into her pockets and she continued on her way.

Marceline? A pokemon's voice cried out behind her, concerned and masculine. As soon as she heard him, those hazel hues lit up with disbelief and astonishment. Her body froze at the strange, familiarity of his voice, for she knew that it had been a very long time since she's heard from him and very slowly the brunette turned to see.

What? That's impossible... That voice, it can't be! Finally, when her eyes met a pair of red eyes and a silhouette of a man in his early twenties, she was at a loss for words. Dark violet, short hair, and a worried frown, the woman immediately recognized him. He wore a black trench coat that draped past the back of his knees and had dark violet patterns on it. The shirt he had on was a dark violet tight shirt, plain and pattern-less whereas his pants seemed black and baggy. Everything else on him didn't go noticed, except for his spiked hair that almost made him look like he had animal ears.

"Kuro?!" Beyond shocked, Marce finally broke out of her stupor and closed the small distance between them. Her hands lifted to touch his shoulders, grasping them as a close friend would to another, and seemed rather relieved to have met him again. "Kuro, it's been a long time!" However she hadn't noticed the small, odd distortion where she touched him, the brunette was too focused on her old friend to pay attention to those details.

Marce, I've been looking for you for a long time. Why did you move away? His question, still very much worried, made the woman sigh and step back a second.

"Move away? Ah, my parents told me that since I didn't have any friends at school, they were just going to move so I had no reason to be so upset... I told them I had one friend there, you, but they kept saying I was delusional and that you weren't there," With her hands now being put back into her pockets, she turned to carry on towards her tree house. "I... Was... Actually kicked out of the house. It's hard to explain," Her head was low, she didn't want him to see the pain in her eyes when she recalled that past event and could see Kuro walking beside her with silent steps.