A day has passed and I'm unsettled than ever, mainly by that mysterious male Zoroark. Reminds me of a mercenary in my time. I kept thinking, is it possible he's alive in this timeline as well? Surely that cannot be possible...why would someone so evil and dreadful be privileged to live centuries later? It seems that individual only likes to cause havoc, and destruction only. Every time I came around him...the smell of my sister's blood crawled in his fur, but no visible red met my eye. I would have spoken with him, but he is...secretive. Two days it's been now since I've lived with this boy. And I'm rather satisfied with my living condition. He may have me well fed and hydrated, but never forgets the needed love to his Pokemon. No wonder they love him so much, he's a boy with a pure lovable heart!
Although I don't take pleasure into these harmful jokes, or "Pranks" as Ena and Jake call it...Fortunately he hasn't planned anything on his parents yet. I know he's not that immature. He did try one on me however..but I don't think he'll EVER attempt such a foul joke on me again. He called me into a room and then threw a bucket of water into my face, getting all my fur droopy and soaking wet. As soon as a spec of that clear aqua landed on my nose, my jolts flared up and stung through the water. The electricity flowed through it and connected with the bucket. Not only did his hands go numb, but he passed out.

 I smirked under my heavy fur and tried to find a place to dry off. Honestly I don't really care if I'm thrown out or not, I just need to know how to get food around here...so far I've been served it. Of course...his companions, and parents were alerted to his unconscious state, and suspected me for the unrighteous punishment. His team ganged up on me in a verbal assault, but I ignored it. I told them if they have problems they can fight me...that seemed to break their twigs, and backed off. Hazzy, however was the one who posed the most hostility and boldness. I was in no state intimidated, knowing I could easily overpower her. I knew this was all out of a loving defense, but still...this aggression was unpleasant. Several hours had passed on that one day and he had a grudge over my head. I came back inside the house one day while it was pouring down.

And he confronted me as soon as I got through the kitchen door...he was not happy. Fists clenched and eyes narrow. Guess he's never had someone get payback on him or one up him. But what he did to me, I wasn't going to let slip. He looked like he wanted to commit a violent act towards me...I would have happily taken this challenge, but the unnamed Zoroark came and pulled him back and somehow convinced him to stand down. Every time...despite his rational, peaceful mood, it does not persuade my suspicion. His eyes tell me he's compassionate, but his grin says otherwise. His mood posses a pacifist, but claws show merciless bloodlust. Every positive fact about him always has a contradictory, and it actually scares me. For once in my life I fear the unknown...I sincerely hope my predictions are incorrect. For once I would actually be satisfied to be wrong, despite my intelligence and calculative knowledge.

Ena: Why are you so mean to Jake?

Me: If he wants to play his immature, childish jokes on me...well...I have a negotiator with me. Claws, Fangs, my electrical Greatness. If he wants to challenge me in this seemingly intelligence based,  hurtful acts of a joke. Then I will beat him...I think all of you would be surprised how much smarter a Pokemon can be than a basic human being.

Verk: Suit yourself buddy, you should try relaxing more. Maybe more naps would help?

Me: Sleep is one of my fourth priorities. Right now all I'm concerned about is my own safety...especially around that unsettling, nameless Zoroark. Makes my skin crawl every time I'm around him.

Zin: What how? He's such a lovable guy, almost as much as Jake! Fortunately he doesn't like to be a trickster like Jake and Ena. However his...cold...stale mood makes him boring. He's like a robot, just with slightly more emotion. He's there for whatever possible but...he never...really...does anything...um, exciting. It's like Wake up, eat, assist, wait, and rest for him...no fun.

Me: Sounds like me.

Ena: Oh no...

Me: Maybe I'm just being paranoid.

Zin: Very! It's like you can't live without fearing someone is out to get you, despite you're in a home WITH people and Pokemon to protect you! As well as yourself being capable of your own self defense!

Me: Since when did I have to listen to another scold me?

Verk: Alright don't start arguing guys...

Ena: You know...Ezahn we like you and all. But to fit in...you might need to change.

Me: Good...increases my chances of getting out of this toxic household, which I've been doomed to live in for what seems to be my whole life.

Zin: You don't like it here? Even if you DO manage to escape. Where would you even go? If you do have someone or something to run after...well Jake's gonna miss you. But if you want to be free just for the sake of getting your freedom back, since you've been caught. You don't really have anything to live for...you'll only survive a day or two with nothing, and will...well...only have here to run back to.

Me: Heh...trust me. The places I've left, I've never gone back to. As a matter of fact, reminds me of a familiar mission I was on...and I came back home only to. *sigh* never mind, i'll spare you the mournful story.

?????: Leaving so soon are you Ezahn? Well it was fun having you around, buddy.

Seemingly giving his bittersweet goodbye to me. Although, his genuine emotion didn't make my planned departure any sweeter.

Me: Can you just...tell me who you are already?

?????: Time will tell Ezahn, time...will reveal my true identity. The family we have been placed in, only will revive the bitter rivalry you value so much. And it's only going to make history a better book.

Hearing that really got my sparks in a rile. He had a dark chuckle at the end, and looked at me right into my hatred filled eyes. It's like I could see an entire world of pain and dread through him...he saw I was upset, and seemed to just make his evil smirk wider. Just that sentence proved the majority of my theories of this one Pokemon. The one I had hoped would be long dead.
If this really IS him, well. At least thousands of lives will be spared. The others though took it as a causal challenge or insult. But, like I said. If this is him, this will be an upcoming duel...or war on our hands. My focus was narrow on him, I couldn't even focus on the other voices. That anger swallowed me into a grave of revenge. I just hope I'm not mistaking him for some low life Pokemon looking to get his head buried in the dirt.

Ena: Ezahn!? Hello you there!

Me: Wha-what? What am I needed for?

Being snapped out of my case rather unpleasantly. It was almost like being awoken from a sleep. Which both have a certain amount of "uncouncuois pleasure" to them.

Zin: Wow seems you took that as a bigger threat than I thought! Maybe even personally!

Verk: Looks like no name wants a fight heh heh.

Me: Oh he'll get one all right...he had better be the Zoroark I hate. And not be taking a life of some wannabe tough guy.

Ena: What's your deal with this guy? And why do you hate Zoroark'?

Me: Because one took my Sister and Father's life in cold blood! It was absolute misery for me, and them! And THIS one Zoroark really reflects that merciless mercenary! The Shadow's blade, he was known as...wielded a Great Sword that ge manufactured with his pure dark power. He used it to combine it with the signature Zoroark species move...Night daze.

Wiped of 40% of the battlefield, and covered it in a temporary dark mist. Whenever he wanted to cause true pain he swung in slow, death dealing swings, but dealt with much more dangerous targets. Most were usually bigger than him, or harder to take out. And could deal the proper amount of pain to such a brute. Whenever he needed more than one head to be severed, he split the sword in two and dashed across the battlefield. This tactic was to kill 12 victims in a matter of seconds. Since his sword had a duel wielding and single sword mechanic, he was skilled in both swordplay forms. Made him twice as deadly to all sizes...and wore a silver gauntlet on his right, indicating his fighting arm.

Ena: Wow sounds quite the war. Bet Jake would love to listen to this.

Verk: Anything else? This has got me super into it now!

Me: The only thing I have left to tell...is the that he usually struck in the open. Didn't quite live to his title efficiently...but he could if he wanted to. Most wars take place on fields of miles of open land, so he could not hide anywhere. One nasty trick he somehow managed to use. Was to fake as our own soldiers and kill them off sneakily...that's how he got my sister. That twisted killer even got his brother to kill off my sister...that's why he sickens me so bitterly much. He wasn't anything over 12 and still a Zorua.
Poor boy probably didn't even know he took a life, and his big brother probably persuaded him that we were the bad guys. We don't know what the point of the war was...but we weren't going to lose for no reason possible. But...the only thing...that doesn't fill my heart with full dread...is that they got to see my face one last time...and rested with smiles before sleeping eternally. Of course I cried and begged them to resist, but my Father insisted it was my turn to rule his kingdom, and my desperation said otherwise. I wanted him to be remembered...by the world. And that's how I got this scarf covering my left eye.

Zin: What did he do? Did he hurt you?

Me: If you think of it in a logical sense yes...but in my mind, I think it was much definitely worth the loss to have this go down in history. He told me to come closer to him...and when I did he clawed my eye out. I bled pretty heavily, but my tears were dedicated to the pain of the loss of the last family members in my life. I saw that Zoroark come up to me, holding his weapon in his left hand. I assumed it was time to meet my fate as well...but I didn't even see him raise his sword. My vision was ultimately blurry as he stood behind my Sister's corpse...motionless and didn't bother too speak. Then I saw three little legendaries come up to me and the group. It even got the attention of my Sister and Father's killer.

Ena: Hey as much as I like this story, You've been talking for over an hour, I mean you REALLY kinda said a lot with this. So how about...later ok? We still got time today...just take a break alright?

Verk: And I wanted to hear all of it...guess there really is more to the both of you.

Zin: Can you at least tell us "his" name?

Me: Most of us big name Pokemon had our own nicknames to go by, just to make sure the world didn't know our true identity. Theft and Murder was a concern when you left the comforts of your home and city, so I assumed this Zoroark did the same. As well as my sister and Father. But this one...he became to be called Darkout. That's the name he seemed to like. Tying all that in...that story with this no named Zoroark that he could be the exact killer standing in front of me...It just. It makes me want to kill him now. Unless you're just looking for a challenge...then I will happily show you how to watch who you fight.

?????: Hmm hmm...maybe I'll surprise you...Lightning sentinel.