A Vacation, an Adventure, and the Story of a Lifetime

Chapter 88- Persuasion

Wanna get this story done by the end of the year. With my current upload schedule it isn't gonna happen, but with summer, you never know. It depends on how busy I am with work and family and stuff. Anyways, my fox kits, enjoy!~

        -Luna the Space Fox

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"Speech"

"{Pokemon speech}"

Disclaimer: If I owned Pokemon, this wouldn't be a Wattpad fanfiction and the Sun/Moon anime would've had the same animators as X/Y~

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Giovanni leaving was a huge weight off Luna's chest, but it didn't stay that way for long. She could somehow sense powerful presences nearing, and some sort of Pokemon power being used nearby. It didn't make sense; there was a barrier that prevented all types of psychic attacks and all Pokemon were either confined to their Pokeballs or tied up with move-disabling software.

Something's coming...

Moon looked over at the screen that displayed Luna's vitals, noticing her heartbeat speeding up. The dark-haired teen raised an eyebrow, staring up at her twin. "Something bothering you, dear?"

Luna shut her own eyes and tried to relax, though it wasn't that easy what with how weak all her muscles had become. Go. Leave, just for a few seconds. I need to think. I need to calm down...

When she finally cracked them open again, she saw that thankfully Moon had finally given up tormenting her, moving around the room as she inspected the cages. At first Luna couldn't really tell what she was doing, but as she came to peer into some of the nearer cages, she caught a glimpse of it.

She looks disgusted... maybe even horrified! I can tell all the way from up here that the Pokemon being held here are miserable and sick, but she's had to learn to ignore it by now. But looking straight into the eyes of Pokemon on the verge of death... I can see Pokeballs on her belt; she must be a trainer, too. I think she mentioned them before, days ago. Ghost-Types and Dark-Types and Poison-Types, maybe even a Psychic or Normal, too.

Moon is so far gone, being saved and used by Team Rocket like this... but she still had a heart somewhere in there. She still can manage to feel bad for the way we're being treated even when she was the one who helped put us here...

The insistent feeling that something was getting close was only growing, and she knew if it was anyone on her side... she had to demotivate her sister any way she could. If she wanted Moon to have even the tiniest chance to get out alive and have a good life where she belonged, instead of getting locked up or hurt like the rest of the crooked Team Rocket would be getting...

There's no other way. I have to try talking to her, no matter what. To get her to see reason.

Luna opened her mouth, only to immediately start coughing. Her lungs and throat burned, and the lack of any hydration was making it ten times worse.

Moon looked over at her again, slight frown and regretful eyes instantly replaced with a scowl. "If you have something to say then spit it out, princess."

"...'m tryin'..." Even a few syllables was enough to make her jaw feel as though it was going to fall off. "Moon... Please, y'hafta'..."

"I don't have to do anything, let alone listen to a brat like you," the dark-haired girl snapped, walking away from the cages and back to the center.