Samara "Scarlet" Kaje's Story

Samara was sitting in the shade of the souvenir shop, her eyes closed. The level of irritation she felt was rather high and she was trying to find some sort of calm between her agitated and angry emotions. She had been reassigned to Mahogany town to investigate rumors of a red gyrados in Lake of Rage. She wouldn't mind so much to be in the small and low key town, except for one problem.

Alistair.

She felt her blood begin to simmer just thinking about him. He was everything she hated wrapped up in a nicely packaged body. His arrogance and sense of importance were nails on a chalkboard to her. He got under her skin so easily and that irritated her the most. He knew where all of her buttons were and knew that he could push them.

Samara let out a frustrated sound as she picked up a rock and flung it across the road.

"You are to report to Mahogany town and wait for your partner to show up."

"Who's my partner?"

"Alistair."

She gritted her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose. For all the time she had spent in Rocket, she never actually had to work with him side by side. They bumped into each other plenty of times, and it happened more than once they had botched the others mission, but never had they put the two together.

Oil and water.

There was nothing between them but rivalry. They couldn't mix. They had nothing in common, or that's what she convinced herself of. She didn't want to relate to the horrible man in any way.

Samara opened her eyes as she felt something soft rub up against her shoulder. She managed a weak smile and scratched her faithful espeon's ears.

"I'm sorry Pixie," she murmured gently. "I know I shouldn't brood to much. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can break away from him."

Pixie purred in contentment as Samara was scratching her chin. Pixie had been with Samara since before every trouble that had began in her life. While she loved her other pokemon and would do anything for them, there was a very special connection between her and espeon.

"Now if only the prick would show up." The irritation had filtered back into her voice. They were supposed to meet up that morning and already the afternoon was late. Where was he, and what was keeping him?