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rileyslibrary · 11 months

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Ghost finds out that you never learned how to ride a bike.

A/N: Thank you for suggesting this, anon. I hope your mother-in-law bought you a bomb-ass bike with a basket at the front and everything.

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“No way.”

“Yes.”

“Not even once?”

“What do you mean ‘not even once’?”

The conversation started when the lieutenant entered your shared office with two fingers bandaged together. Before you could ask what happened, his eyes caught yours, and he instinctively raised his hand, displaying the injury.

He explained that it happened while he and a group of soldiers were repairing one of the barracks. His pinky got caught in a plumping pipe, and because of the noise, they couldn’t hear him yelling at them to stop pushing. So the medic immobilised the fractured pinky by securing it to the ring finger to restrict its range of motion and let it heal.

He reassured you that the damage was minor and nothing to be concerned about, but he appeared defeated by having to bear this for the time being. You wished him a speedy recovery and then addressed the elephant in the room—how would he be able to carry the drill exercise scheduled for tomorrow?

He shrugged and admitted that the exercise had to be cancelled for now. Still, that wouldn’t pose a problem since military procedures are deeply ingrained and not easily forgotten.

“It’s like riding a bike.” He said.

And that’s what struck your current discussion—when you sneered at his analogy and admitted that you wouldn’t know since you never learned how to ride one.

He now stands there, speechless, and looks at you like you’re an alien that just landed on his back porch.

“Did you try and give up, or no one taught you how?”

“Do I look like I give up easily, Lt.?” You ask and shrug with your right shoulder. “No one taught me how to ride one.”

His eyes soften, and he looks out the window.

“Jesus Christ, kid.” He mutters, “Guess we found something else to do for tomorrow.”

“No way.” You state, shaking your head.

“Yes.” He replies and nods.

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Ghost left you a note on your desk this morning.

It said “warehouse, 10 a.m.” which was both weird and funny, considering how cryptic that message was for the purpose of the meeting.

You approach the warehouse and attempt to open the door, only to find that it’s locked. Suddenly, a sharp “pst!” grabs your attention from nearby, prompting you to follow the voice that’s guiding you behind the building.

There stands Ghost, with a worn-out bike next to him. He’s hugging a helmet with his injured hand and holding pairs of knee, elbow, and wrist pads with the other.

“Where did you find that?” You ask, pointing to the bike.

“In this warehouse; I found it a couple of years ago,” he replies. “I didn’t want to throw it away, so I fixed it and left it there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You call this ‘fixed’?”

“It may not be a fucking Bianchi, kid, but it gets the job done,” he says and extends the gear towards you. “Put these on,” he orders, “I’ll help you with the knee pads.”

He kneels down, gently tapping your leg, indicating you to lift it.

“Isn’t that a little excessive?” You ask, “All that safety gear?”

He huffs and looks up at you. “Do you want to end up with a fractured pinky like me?”

“No, sir.”

“Lift your leg then.”

He adjusts your helmet and secures the knee pads, ensuring they’re correctly positioned. Then, he inspects the elbow and wrist pads to ensure they’re in the right place. Finally, he gives the saddle a firm slap, indicating you to hop on the bike.

You do as instructed, and he checks the bike, adjusting the seat height, handlebars, and brakes to fit your size. With you gripping the handlebars, he begins the lesson.

“Two things,” he says, raising the corresponding fingers on his uninjured hand. “Balance and coordination.”

“Balance and coordination.” You echo.

He nods, puts his hands behind his back, and paces around the bike.

“We’ll begin with the first one, which happens to be the most challenging, I must warn you,” he explains, “and then progress to the rest.”

“Balance is the hardest one.” You repeat.

“Yes, indeed. First, you’ll have to learn how to balance on that bike. Once you succeed, we’ll synchronise your turning, pedalling, and braking movements. Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Let’s get started then.”

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He’s right. Balancing that thing is difficult. At first, he instructs you to use your feet to push yourself forward while seated on the bike, gradually progressing to longer strides.

Then he commands you to pedal. He walks next to you, holding one of the handlebars with his uninjured hand and guiding the bike to help with balance. Occasionally, when he feels you have control, he lets go of the handlebar. But every now and then, you waver. And when that happens, he intervenes and puts his hand back on the handlebar.

And this continued until he felt confident that you were ready to give it your first try.

“What if I fall?”

“You will fall.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“You have to,” he insists, “that’s the only way you’ll learn.”

He stands behind you, holding the back of the saddle. He maintains his grip as you pedal, stabilising and guiding the bike. He jogs beside you, encouraging you.

And yes, there were countless falls. But each time, Ghost was there, lifting you up, brushing off the dirt, and urging you to give it another try.

The lesson began at 10 a.m. You have no idea what time it is now. Ghost has been so persistent that he must have also lost track of time.

“Lt,” you call out as you pedal for the hundredth time, “I think it’s time for a break; you must be tired as well.”

No response.

“Lt.?” You repeat.

Silence.

You turn halfway to address him, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Panic sets in, throwing off your balance, and you tumble to the ground once again. This time, he’s no longer there to catch you.

You look back at your starting point—Ghost is standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You look at the bike and then back at him. Your eyes widen. You point your finger at the bike, then at yourself.

He nods and lifts his hand in the air, giving a thumbs up.

“I did it!” You shout and run towards him, guiding the bike next to you.

“I saw,” he replies, and his eyes crease in joy, “but why didn’t you ride it back?”

“I think I need more practice.” You explain.

“We can continue practising after our break,” he suggests. “Good job, kid; I’m proud of you.”

“It’s all because of you, Lieutenant,” you say, “thank you for everything.”

He chuckles and tilts his head.

“Look,” he says, lifting his injured pinky. “This one needs support from this one to heal,” he explains, pointing to his ring finger.

“So I’m the pinky,” you say, “because you, the ring finger, taught me how to ride a bike.”

He lets out a sigh, shifting his gaze to the ground.

“Depends on who you ask,” he murmurs, “maybe I’m the broken one, and you’re helping me heal.”

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- an unsecured manhole ripped through the undercarriage of Carlos’ car and there was a red flag. The stewards said “we wish we could get around it but we can’t, you’ll have a penalty for repairing your car and replacing parts.”

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kisskissbanggang · 1 year

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 7 ✨🚀

[5.5k words, 20 min. read - Lee Know x Fem. Reader - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - NSFW/Smut - Surprisingly Less Vanilla, Testing Alliances, Sabotage and Hijinks, Learning Motives, Minho is Wearing That Shirt with the Zipper™️, Solving Mysteries, Sleeping with the Enemy, Scifi Gun Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Handjobs, Mutual Bondage, Wall Sex, Always Check the Tags]

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It was shortly after 3:00 AM when Jisung finally escaped the damn service access corridors.

And everyone was acting like it was your fault he got in there in the first place, but when Minho had started sabotaging the ship, your first suggestion had been simple and hours previously.

“Seriously? If we just ignore him he’ll stop.”

“Hell no!” Jisung had refused. “And just let him fuck with the ship until he gets bored? Over my dead body.”

By that point Jisung had already ditched the eye patch to get a better look in the corridors, despite you reminding him that Minho’s eyesight was doubly enhanced with both eyes having been serviced. And with how much he’d been switching between chasing Minho in the stale passageways, and working up a sweat dealing with most of the emergencies that the bounty threw at him, Jisung’s hair was starting to resemble Chan’s own frazzled curls. It didn't help that the temperature control seemed to be busted, too.

And Chan, that dick, only agreed. Too much risk to let Minho have free reign until he got tired of it, supposedly. Having been shoved into the maintenance panels while Changbin and Felix worked on the continuously sabotaged engine and generator, Chan never got his shirt back on after your rendezvous that morning. Instead, he was only working in a pair of shorts along with his boots, a backwards ball cap being the only thing keeping sweat out of his eyes. Even you'd shed your hoodie and resorted to a snug pair of running shorts from your gym bag with a flimsy tank top.

It was midnight when you finally, successfully suggested a trap. If someone lured Minho closer and locked off the access corridors, then you’d all be able to simply pluck him out and throw him back in the brig. The boys tiredly agreed and Jisung had jumped back into passage through the hatch in his room. You and Chan had bickered over whether you really heard the signal from Jisung, flipped the safety lockdown… and he was trapped, in between two segments with no hatch available. Chan had panicked, trying to manually override the lockdown when the ship lurched, the Ambler’s power being cut for a moment once again. The captain tried the override a second time. Nothing. No lights, no beeps, nothing. Now you had to wait for Changbin to finish his repairs to come take a look.

The first hour was spent with Chan passive aggressively ribbing you for getting Jisung stuck in the ship. Meanwhile, you could hear Jisung doing the same from inside the walls.

The second hour saw Jeongin sleepily bringing you both some coffee before taking over the watch shift. Jisung had already given up on being a menace, presumably deciding to try and conserve his energy in the airtight space.

The third hour had Chan endlessly chatting you up while he attempted not to fall asleep.

“You know for sure it’s a Clessorian ring?” Chan had drowsily asked. You were both sitting, slumped against the wall of the maintenance panel. He was messing with the long drawstring of your shorts.

“Sure,” you’d nodded. “Minho told me so.”

Chan exhaustedly reeled. “Lee knows?! Jesus christ.”

“What?!” you’d defended, agitated.

“Just,” Chan sighed deeply, “as your captain and potential friend, do not let Hyunjin or Seungmin know about it. They have the lightest fingers on the crew.”

You’d raised an eyebrow at him. “Potential friend?”

“Hell yeah,” Chan had exaggeratedly affirmed. “As long as you don’t try to get your way by fucking me ever again, we can be friends. I have half a mind to leave your ass on Phaborus just on principle.”

“Is that what that’s about?” You’d pinched the bridge of your nose. “I’m sorry. I was all worked up. I wanted to talk to you to see why you were deserting me in the first place. We just got… sidetracked.”

“I dunno. Worse places to be stranded than the Hatchery,” Chan flippantly shrugged.

“Oh?” you’d scoffed. “Like where?”

“The guys left without me at Gnullgard before,” Chan named as an example.

You’d sat up then, curious. “You’ve been to Gnullgard?”

There wasn’t much you knew about the rogue space colony. Honestly, not many people knew much of anything about it at all.

“We didn’t mean to,” Chan had dismissed. “But we were running on fumes. I jumped out to see if we could do some trading while we fueled, and the guys were just gone. It was only an hour or so but that place is rough.”

The ship had lurched then, and the override finally did something. It returned an error signal, but that was better than nothing. Chan punched in the override again on the panel. You were both trying to stay upright but the balance of the ship had been knocked off center.

“It’s the 6-up panel by the knob!” Jisung had yelled out, likely seeing the small signal light pop on in the locked off corridor. “Then the maintenance passcode, and then spin the knob counterclockwise!”

“Counterclockwise,” Chan cursed under his breath, frantically pushing the passcode into the dial pad. The segment door between Jisung’s room and the galley had finally hissed open and you tumbled into the hatch to go check on him. Jisung slumped out, gasping deep. You got his arm around your shoulder and began to drag him out, thankfully tossing him into bed the best you could until the ship righted itself again.

It was after 3:00 AM.

“That sucked,” Jisung wheezed. “Fuck everyone, I’m going to sleep.”

“You did good,” you assured him. You were already trying to formulate a new plan when the ship rocked off balance again, sending you flying into the maintenance panel outside of Jisung’s room. Jisung flopped, boneless, onto the foot of his bed.

Felix came blustering in, grime smudged into his temples and on his chin from wiping all the sweat off himself. “This shit is so stupid!” he complained. “Can someone please just go in there and drag that asshole out while Changbin tries to save the fucking ship?!”

He held out a blaster to you, and you firmly shook your head.

“Hell no!” you refused, much to Felix’s chagrin. “Jisung’s had one this whole time and the bounty hasn’t taken it, so why should we be armed if he isn’t?”

“Fine,” Felix rolled his eyes, “what about this?” He reached for his belt and grabbed a zap gun to push into your hands. You ogled the thing. These were more than familiar to you, but you never held one.

Chan reappeared from the galley with two beers, trying to hype you up. “Yeah! That won’t kill him. It’s not even gonna hurt much. It’ll just sting, if anything.”

Felix nodded his agreement and scooted aside to let Chan into Jisung’s cabin.

“Bullshit!” Jisung refuted from out of sight, collapsed on his bed. “You two meatheads would say that. We’re not all military, we didn’t all go through weapons testing.”

“Fine,” you appeased Chan and Felix, taking the zap gun. You did agree, though. You’d taken enough zaps off these things to know they did not just sting. Felix gratefully ran off to continue helping Changbin. You turned so Jisung could hear you, too. “I probably won’t even need to use it. Let’s just finish this shit.”

With that, you clipped the modestly sized gun onto the waistband of your shorts and left Chan and Jisung to recoup.

These idiots. If you just scoped out the available hiding spots on the ship to begin with like you’d suggested, you could’ve figured out a better trap by now. You checked closets and storage rooms on your way back to your cabin, and then decided to check the room besides yours. There were stacks of junk piled in front, likely from when Felix was clearing out your cabin, and for one second it looked like the hatch in the back was open.

You hopped up on tiptoe to see again.

No, the hatch was closed. Spooky.

You peeked into your own room to make sure it was empty, and then ventured out into the workshop to catch Hyunjin up in the loft, dozing under the open bay window.

More hiding spaces were devoid of life when you made your way through the galley and up to the bridge. Made sense, you supposed. Minho would want more than one escape route if possible. You got up to the bridge and sat yourself at Jisung’s console. Jeongin was melted onto a couch in the back of the bridge, half-awake while on watch. You tried to remember how Jisung said to access the bunk under the console.

“I already checked there, Nova,” Seungmin chirped behind you from his office.

You got up, your searching eyes leading your feet over. He offered you a sip of his coffee and you kindly refused. “And the old med office?” you asked, thumbing over your shoulder.

He nodded. “First place I checked. You should get some shut-eye; the bounty can’t stay awake forever.”

“Maybe if you help me look we can sleep more peacefully,” you teased him.

“We?” Seungmin laughed. “Like in the same bed?”

“Whoa there,” you chuckled, “never said that. Unless.”

“Nope, no,” Seungmin shook his head with a grin, “you don’t want me to fall for you. I get jealous. Now shoo, before I trap you in here with me.”

You thanked him and turned to leave, but not without Seungmin cheekily stopping you to return the zap gun. How’d he do that? You puzzled over this as you walked back down to the galley.

A sharp gasp met you when you rounded out of the spiral staircase. Chan.

“This is going on far too long,” he nagged.

“Well,” you retorted, squaring up with him, “if we just did what I said in the first place and devised a trap for him we would've had him by now!”

Chan reeled back. “Holy shit, still with the traps?!”

“I mean!” you defended. “You geniuses decided to just go blundering into the service corridors, and then we stopped for lunch, then the power went out for three hours, and then it was back into the stupid service access!”

The captain wheeled around, agitatedly walking away a couple steps before coming back. “Fine. You want to set a trap?”

“Yes, you dick!”

“Alright then!”

Chan snapped a pair of cuffs on you before you even knew what was happening. To capitalize on your surprise, he promptly threw you over his shoulder and marched you back through the galley and into the workshop. You cursed and wriggled in his grip, even trying to unscrew his arm from its socket before he kicked in the door to your cabin.

He unceremoniously dumped you in the bed and stooped down, hands perched on his knees to get a good look at you. “You want to set a trap so bad? Here’s your fucking trap, you stubborn bitch. You're such good friends, you’re the bait. You have your gun. I’m going to sleep. Lee better be back in the hold when I get up. Goodnight!”

You stared, mouth agape and pissed as hell while Chan simply walked out, locking the door behind him. It took you a solid second to collect yourself and run to the door, uselessly trying it even though you knew he beeped it closed with the electric key in his palm. There was no getting out this way. Maybe, you realized, if you made your way over to Jisung’s cabin again, you could wake him up and make him help you.

Getting down to the hatch was a whole other task though, being an incredibly awkward task with your hands cuffed together. You attempted to get them open. How did Minho even do this? You impatiently gave up on the cuffs and fumbled the door of the hatch open, and then clumsily shambled inside.

This early in the morning, it was still and quiet in the service corridor. It seemed that, for now, Seungmin was right and Minho had taken a break. A light in the hall caught your attention, though. There was a faint beam, small but unmistakably emanating from the room beside yours. Sure enough, the hatch was open. You peeked inside. Maybe the lamp turned on amongst all the power outages on board? You climbed up, taking a look from this new vantage point before turning off the lamp.

Except you should've known better. Obviously, you should've known better. You jumped at the sound of the hatch closing behind you, and there was Minho. It felt like he was taller now. You gasped and tried to take a step back but he’d already pounced on you, lifting your cuffed wrists over your head and hanging them on the coat hook on the outside of the closet.

“This is it?” he laughed. “This is your grand plan?”

You uselessly squirmed in the cuffs, up on your toes from your extended limbs. By now, after a long day of hijinks, Minho had shed a couple layers and was left with his shirt, trousers, and boots. He turned, possibly searching for somewhere to affectionately observe his prize, when you spied his own blacked out barcode on his neck. Even the outlaw had been a Marine? Seemed like half everyone was. Minho finally pulled over a box of junk and sat atop it, the chair at the desk currently penned in by a different stack. His knees brushed your legs while you tried to get the cuffs open.

“Really thought we had something special, Nova,” Minho pouted with a chuckle. “What’s been keeping you? Still out philandering?”

“Me? Philandering?” you parroted with a tired giggle. “Says the one who practically ate Jisung alive. And he says you’re a huge womanizer, by the way. Pots and kettles.”

“What, you mean Momo?” Minho shrugged. “Poor girl has the wrong idea about us. I never told her to fall for me. I never told her to abandon her family and become a rebel.”

You rolled your eyes. “Great story. Unless you're lying.”

Minho eased back up onto his feet. “Why would I lie? I only have eyes for one woman anyway.”

His mischievous eyes lit up when he got his hands on your hips, ready to toy with you and tease you.

You shuddered, but still tried to keep your resolve. For some reason, Minho seemed more intimidating face to face. “Yeah?” you taunted. “Prove it, lover boy.”

“Can't,” Minho pretended to frown. “I’m too scared of your big, scary gun.”

“That’s not scary,” you refuted. “What’s scary is what’s in store for you in Victory Meridian.”

By now, Minho was pressed up, hip to hip with you where he had you strung up against the closet. His length was unmistakably growing harder against you. You tried to stay focused.

“The only scary thing going on in Victory Meridian is my arrival there,” Minho assured you. His thumb reached up to stroke your cheek.

“You’re out of the brig and you’re still going to Daedalus?” you shot back, trying to keep your composure. “You could steal me and we could run away, back to T’kaarm or wherever you want.”

“Sure, I want to go back to Daedalus,” nodded Minho. He was staring at your lips. “If I don’t, you’re not going to get a piece of this payout. Don’t you want it? I come with a pretty big price tag. It’d last you a long time.”

Damn it all, you were caught up staring at Minho, too. Only it was the goddamn zipper at the collar of his shirt. You were wondering if Jisung got to take a bite out of Minho, too…

When you finally got the fucking cuffs open.

Everything happened far too fast. You collapsed off of the closet door and onto Minho, getting the jump on him. He tried grabbing your wrist, but you yanked it out of his grip. The cuffs landed on his chest in the scuffle. Thinking fast, you grabbed for them, but caught the zip on his collar in the process.

What happened next shouldn't have been surprising.

There was the chain he was fiddling with… And the ring was at the end of it.

You felt your eyes widen. Instantly, you drew the zap gun and pointed it under his chin, your other hand balled in his shirt. Minho cracked a pleased grin up at you.

“I know you’re so scared of this,” you growled, “but I bet I can find a way to make it hurt. Now give me the ring back.”

Minho clucked his doubt at you. “Why should you get it? I've had it this whole time. I've done everything but tell you I have it!”

“It was too obvious!” you whined.

“Too obvious means you get that out of the way first, Nova!” Minho blustered back. In your distraction, you’d somehow allowed him to steal the cuffs back and snap one side onto your wrist, handicapping the hand holding your gun.

Minho tried to grab your other wrist so he could cuff it, too, but you dropped the gun. You wrestled on the floor for a minute, knees knocking and legs tangling before you were able to snatch the other cuff and secure it around his own wrist. Minho grunted and tried to override the cuffs, but you yanked back, falling back in a slouch against the closet door again and pulling him up between your legs. Your free hand fumbled for the zap gun and got it just in time to fire it, purposefully grazing his shoulder with the shot.

Minho yowled, cursing as he clapped his cuffed hand to his shoulder. You pressed the barrel to his cheek.

“Give me the ring, Minho,” you warned.

“You got a hell of a lot of grit,” he observed. “I had Jisung sweating by now.”

“I’m sure you were pulling out all the stops,” you rolled your eyes.

Minho didn't retort. Instead, he nosed aside the barrel of the zap gun, even teasing his lips around the end and flicking the metal with his tongue. You got distracted for a hot second before you jerked the gun away, aiming for his chest this time and pulling the trigger. He jumped at the sound, but was too pleased with himself when the weapon failed to fire. You hazarded a glance. The stupid thing hadn't charged another shot yet.

“Even Jisung didn't pull a gun on me,” Minho teased, easily taking it from you and sending it clattering to the floor.

“Yeah, well,” you huffed, “he had a blaster. He probably didn't want to blow a hole in the ship.”

“Well he sure blew something,” Minho devilishly grinned. “I like Jisung. He's cute. He’s spunky.”

“Then why are you giving me a hard time?” you razzed him. “Jisung is all alone in his cabin, and his pride’s all hurt. He’s even cuter now.”

“Like I said,” Minho shrugged. “He has spunk. You have grit. I think he has way too much skin in the game, but you? You're practically brand new.”

You took a second to try and snake a hand into Minho’s shirt while he was trying and mostly succeeding in keeping your attention. He took quick notice, however, and rolled you both over, but not without you getting a hand around the ring and yanking.

The chain broke instantly, sending the ring skidding under the bed. Minho grabbed your other wrist, pinning both your hands over your head. “Fuck, you're cute,” he marveled. “Is that why you left T’kaarm? To join the big leagues?”

You squeezed your thighs around Minho’s hips, pleasantly surprising him before you used your grip to toss him off of you. The momentum of your joined wrists, however, sent you tumbling after him but you saved it. You were haphazardly straddling one of his legs where he was propped up against a pile of junk. “My leaving the Spaceport has nothing to do with my line of work,” you clarified. “I'd really just prefer to start over new. But you're making it really difficult to do that if you're not going to give me the ring.”

You managed to grab the gun again but it was a second too late. A curse squeaked out of you when Minho easily got up onto his feet, dragging you along until he could all too simply herd you back against the closet door and hang your conjoined wrists on the coat hook again. Right back to square one, except now Minho had one hand occupied.

“What’ll you give me for it, rookie?” he softly asked, the lilt in his voice darkly smooth like honey.

You really needed to stay focused here. It was quickly becoming apparent that Minho had plenty of skills that likely contributed to his reputation. You edged the zap gun in between where your hips met. This time, a faint whirring when you clicked the safety switch to Prime let you know it successfully charged.

Minho's eyes darted down to where the barrel of the gun rubbed up against his dick. His free hand was pushed flat against your hip, trying to create distance.

“Fuck, you’re cute,” you sweetly mocked. “How about instead of me giving you something, I let you keep that big price tag you come with.”

“You’re making it real hard to stay on track here, Nova,” Minho warned. He licked his lips, like his mouth had gone dry. Overhead, your fingers kept brushing against his where you were cuffed together.

“You’ll probably be super happy to hear you’re having the same effect,” you shot back. It was awkward to handle the zap gun with your non-dominant hand.

Minho was staring at your lips, his eyelids heavy while he absently nodded. “So we agree.”

The tension was plush, hot between you. “Looks like it,” you nodded back. “We should just take care of it before it clouds our judgment too much.”

“Thank god,” Minho roughly exhaled. “I thought you were going to make me ask for it.”

There was no time for second thoughts. Minho leaned closer immediately, your lips crashing together for a heated kiss. His free hand grabbed into your waist, clutching you closer when your exploring tongues searched each other. It wasn’t long before he was toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Need me to slow down?” he asked, lips tickling the shell of your ear.

You could feel him smile when you shook your head. “No, hurry up.”

Your continued grip on the zap gun may have been to simply keep hold of anything while you felt Minho’s slender fingers gently slip inside you. He groaned softly at the feel of your wetness enveloping him. For some reason, you were apprehensive to touch him in return. Was Minho actually making you a bit bashful?

Minho seemed to catch on to this. His nose nudged your own to look at him again. “Touch me, Nova, please,” he sweetly urged. “You have no idea how bad I need it.”

Trying to keep your wits about you, you instead massaged the barrel of the zap gun into his length. Minho buckled at the knees with a rough moan. However, he only got needier. The rogue caught your lips against his again, and his ravenous tongue attempted to mask his gasps, sounding more and more like whimpers. Each one got you wetter and wetter, you could tell just by how Minho’s fingers felt inside you. And while you tried to talk yourself up to finally giving in and touching him, he seemed to sense your need for a push. He suddenly withdrew his fingers from your heat, instead settling to rub you between your legs.

“Please, Nova,” he croaked. “Touch me or you’re cumming like this.”

That did it. You dropped the zap gun in a heartbeat and instantly fumbled with Minho’s belt, a little difficult to do with only your other hand. Overhead, Minho was gripping onto your wrist for support while he touched you again.

His rigid member was pulsing hot in your hand and he shivered, groaning against your mouth while you stroked him. He was practically thrusting into your hand, spreading the precum that had beaded on the head along his length. It was your turn to nudge his attention toward you again, tempting his tongue to play with yours again while he was panting and groaning under your touch.

“Come on, Minho,” you pleaded, “I’m soaked, you’re hard, how long until you fuck me?”

“Just a little bit more,” he whined. He choked out a curse when you stroked him harder, using the motion to pull him closer. “Or that’s good, too,” he relented. His fingers pulled out of your heat again, but now he was pulling the crotch of your shorts aside and grabbing your leg up against him. The velvety smooth head of his cock edged up against your entrance and he leaned back an inch, almost as if he wanted to see you take him inside you.

Your head pressed back into the closet door, your back arching your chest out against him when you felt Minho slide into you. The both of you groaned in unison.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, loving how it felt when he settled inside you.

“More,” Minho urged, “I know you can take it deeper.”

You almost questioned this before Minho’s hand scooped under your ass to pick you up against him, his hips pinning you to the door and falling deeper into you, just like he said. You cried out at the immediate headrush. Minho’s eyes rolled back from the feel of your soaked pussy holding him so deep.

“So tight like this,” he praised. “Now hold on to me while I fuck you.”

You did as you were told, not out of obedience but out of necessity, wrapping your free arm around Minho’s shoulders so you were more steady. This was a great vantage point to keep aiming little taunts and praises and moans straight into his ear, begging and begging him to pound you harder, deeper. To keep you both secure in this position, he was pretty much grinding deep into you. His length was reaching just enough into your spot that you were seeing stars.

It felt like Minho fucked you for hours but you knew your mind was only clouded by how relieving this was. Your fling with Jisung had felt more calculated, and Chan’s came with so much baggage, but Minho? It felt like you two were just doing each other a huge favor. It didn’t help that he was handsome, and you had some sort of rapport going on, but more than anything it felt good to simply indulge for a second, even if you had to end up handcuffed together to do it–

Oh, god.

While your mind clouded and condensed into white noise, you’d gotten closer to climax. You clutched harder onto Minho, raking your fingers into his hair.

“Don’t stop,” you demanded, “you’re going to get me there!”

“Oh yeah?” Minho teased, clearly proud of himself. Maybe he needed this just as much. “Are you going to cum on my cock?”

“Yes, yes,” you miserably nodded, fighting the fast-approaching peak as much as you could.

“Good,” assured Minho, his hold death-gripping you against him. “I’m going to get there, too – oh, oh fuck–”

You cried out at the same time Minho threw his head back with a thick groan, your highs hitting at the same time. Your walls contracted and spasmed around his pulsating length, milking him of every damn drop he had to give.

By the time you were done, you were both trembling in the aftermath of your shared orgasm. You stayed like that, holding each other for a minute. His breath was comforting against you. In your fervor, you’d pulled the back of his shirt collar down, and you blithely observed another tattoo, lower under his own blacked out barcode, on his spine. A medic crest. Huh.

Minho gently pulled out of you and let your legs down before he extended his cuffed hand up, unhooking you both from the closet door. He took his time letting your muscles stretch back to normal.

“I like you, you know,” he nonchalantly mentioned. “But you have a lot to learn. It was too obvious that I had the ring? What does that even mean?!”

You gawped at him, yanking your linked wrists just so you could shove him. He grabbed at your arm in return.

“Oh yeah?” you challenged, pestering him by pinching at his shirt. “You would just go after a guy that was being as reckless as you were? It’s almost like–”

Your finger caught the ring of his shirt’s zipper, pulling down. Yet another mark was revealed, this time on his right pectoral. Angry, dark brown and scarred, like his skin had actually been fired.

Gnullgard.

You’d never seen the crest in person. Only in news reports or spray painted in alleys.

Your grin dropped. Minho waited expectantly, well aware of what you caught sight of by now.

“It’s almost like you wanted to get caught,” you finished, your mind catching up to you. “You’re not just a rebel, you didn’t just desert the Federation. You defected… You want to be taken back to Daedalus, don’t you. When you said it’s going to get messy in Victory Meridian… it’s because you have something planned.”

Your hand was pulled away for Minho to sarcastically clap and throw his hands in the air. “Yes! You finally figured it out!”

“But why?” you asked, your hand limp in the cuff being jerked around.

“Do you know how hard it is to just go to Victory Meridian?!” Minho ranted. “And if you actually want to take care of something? Impossible. And even if you figure something out, it’s still hard as hell to do it alone! So I’ve been waiting for you all day, to see if you’d finally figure out that I have your goddamn ring so you’d come confront me and prove you’d make a decent wingman.”

Minho stared at you, with the gall to look frustrated with you.

You stared back. “Well clearly I failed! So what now, genius?”

The outlaw hardened his jaw. “Clearly, I can work with that. I meant what I said. You're a rookie and you have a lot to learn – and I can teach you.”

You closed your mouth, catching it still hanging open. Minho held your gaze while he manually overrode the cuffs. He turned and stooped down to grab the Clessorian ring from where it had skidded under the bed before he set it back in your hand. Finally, he snapped the cuffs back on his own wrists.

Your eyes darted between the ring, the cuffs, and his hard glare. The ore shined like a marbled sky in the sparse light. “What’re you doing?”

Minho shrugged. “I never wanted to keep the ring. Like I said, I only wanted to see if you'd figure it out and come get it back. It didn't work out like I planned, but I still like what I saw.”

“I meant with the cuffs,” you clarified, still processing all this information.

“Oh,” Minho realized. He kicked open the hatch and ducked down, sitting on the lip of it. “I’m heading back down to the brig. I at least want to make it to Phaborus. Can't risk the crew getting so fed up that they eject me instead.”

Minho laughed but it didn't quite seem like he was joking. You stooped down beside him, following him inside and down to your cabin. Your eyes met when you reached your hatch.

“How about a deal,” Minho offered. “Where you stop, I’ll stop. If you get dumped at the Hatchery or Sentury or whatever, I’ll detour with you if you’ll come with me to Victory Meridian.”

You thought about this. “Only me?”

“Only you,” Minho nodded. “I can't risk recruiting the crew; I don't trust them.”

“And if I don’t?”

“What, like if you decide to be a good crewmate and sell me out? That’s allowed, too. You can just say no. You can just tell me goodnight, Minho and I’ll drop it.”

“That’s it?” you asked, your voices hushed in the more open service corridors.

“I mean, I’ll stop trusting you, that’s all.”

Minho expectantly waited for an answer. You briefly thought it through. Whatever unfinished business Minho had in Victory Meridian sounded dangerous, maybe even deadly. The crew deserved to know what they were walking into, right? But, you gravely realized, if you lost Minho’s trust you'd lose all chances of being kept in the loop, and that’d be dangerous, too. It wasn't like he’d be so reckless so as to not make it back to Daedalus. That was for sure. You could say yes, knowing fully well you could bail on him later if it became too much. Or, like he said, you could simply tell him goodnight and leave it all alone.

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Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Lost Tracks of Time, Chapter 17

Summary: Sneasler is back and Ingo is healed, so it’s time for the team to get back to the Pearl Guild.

Author’s Note: Got another expositiony chapter, and this one is probably A Lot >_> Sorry about that. Next chapter will be better.

ALSO! I’m doing a poll about the next Derailed chapter! Y’all got one week to vote, I’m only doing one scenario. I can’t guarantee it’ll be posted before or after next chapter, but it’ll be done. The vote will close on May 21st at 12 PM PST! The link is: https://take.quiz-maker.com/poll4340898x5D6d42A0-136

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In one of Team Galaxy’s medical rooms, Sneasler, Ingo, and Emmet all sat in their own beds. Sneasler used reeds she collected to repair her basket. Ingo’s gem healed, so he spent his time reading the book Emmet got from Laventon. Emmet sat next to Ingo as his brother read the book. Chandelure floated above Ingo and slightly away from Emmet. Eelektross stood outside in the hallway, his head peaked into the room.

“…A region called Johto had a Magnet Train. It used two sets of magnets to levitate above the tracks and propel the train, and it could reach speeds over 400 kilometers per hour!” said Ingo. “I can’t picture that type of speed! Can you, Emmet or Sneasler?”

“It sounds cool,” Emmet said.

“Wow, that’s something,” Sneasler said. A mindless, repetitive activity could make her fall asleep, but Ingo’s talking served as good background noise while she focused on her weaving. She almost completed her task, too.

“It doesn’t seem like there were any trains in this region, which is a shame. Rescue Teams would benefit from a fast mode of transportation! We could even potentially visit multiple mystery dungeons in one day!” Ingo said.

“That… doesn’t sound… awful? Sounds like a lotta work, though.” Sneasler said. She finished weaving the basket and felt around to make sure it was sturdy.

“Eelektross, you must remember trains. Why did you not tell us what they were?” Emmet asked.

“Well, it’s hard to explain without pictures…” Eelektross twiddled his claws. “Also, I thought it’d be fun if you two rediscovered your special interest yourselves…”

“Well, I am enjoying learning about trains, so your gut instinct appears to be correct, Eelektross!” Ingo said.

“Oh, I just remembered something. Sneasler, why did you call Ingo a Warden?” Emmet asked.

Sneasler stopped inspecting her basket. She paused and turned to gaze to Emmet. “…When did I say that?” she asked.

“You called him “Warden Ingo” when you were attacking us, then you made him faint,” Emmet said without a crumb of politeness.

“That… does sound familiar,” Ingo said. His gaze took an express line to the distance. His appearance almost seemed to age as he tried to dig through his mind to find the meaning of that title. He wasn’t even sure how he knew that was a title specifically and not something else.

“Did I really say that?” Sneasler asked, almost horrified.

“Yes,” Emmet said.

Sneasler brought her hand to her mouth briefly, then she lowered it to her chin to rest on. “Warden. …It’s a term from when humans were a thing. There were… special humans who kinda acted like guardians or babysitters for the Nobles. I dunno, they liked doing it to help live with pokemon, and my ancestors liked it because they got food and respect and stuff.”

“Sneasler… I don’t remember much of what happened before I became a Sneasel. Was I a Warden?” Ingo asked.

“Well… Uh…” Sneasler scratched her head.

“Is something the matter?” Ingo asked.

“There’s… Um… Listen, there isn’t an easy way to put this. Ingo, I don’t think you used to be a human. I think you’re a weird Sneasel, but… I think… I think part of why you’re weird is because you’re some reincarnation of the Warden Ingo I knew.”

“The Warden Ingo you knew?” Emmet repeated, brows raised and scrunched to showcase his confusion.

“Sneasler, what are you on about…?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh crap, I never… UUUGH!” Sneasler held her head in her hands. “Okay, Nobles have a bunch of weird powers, and they’re mostly useless except for the one for getting out of Distorted Floors. Anyway, one of the weird things is having past Noble’s memories.”

“Is… that so?” Ingo asked.

“Y-Yeah… Ugh, listen, I have a lot of problems remembering that shit, and the further back the memories go, the blurrier they are, but… I do kinda sorta remember… there was this weird ass human that my ancestor found that became a Warden… and his name was Ingo.”

“So to confirm, you believe I am a reincarnation of human Ingo?”

“Basically. It makes sense enough. It’s been hundreds of years since he was around…”

“What of Emmet? Was there an Emmet back then?”

“I don’t think so… I dunno, I don’t remember much from that time, but there’s nothing up here about an Emmet. Unlike some folk, though, I do believe you two are genuine Sneasel twins. Like… c’mon, it’s obvious.” She gestured between Ingo and Emmet.

“And you never mentioned this… why?” Eelektross asked.

“Oh, okay, Eelektross. Tell me: how do you tell someone ‘By the way, I think you’re some reincarnation of someone that used to work for my ancestor’?” Sneasler crossed her arms and scowled at Eelektross.

“Like that,” Emmet said. He received an icy glare from Sneasler, but he was an ice-type pokemon and thus was not very affected.

“But… Ingo wasn’t some warden. Chandelure recognized Ingo’s soul. They recognized it from a different region!” Eelektross said.

Sneasler shrugged. “Maybe that’s how reincarnation works? I don’t know! I have a bunch of memories and stuff that aren’t mine, but I still know freaking nothing!”

“…I’m afraid I don’t recall much about my past to disprove your theory, Sneasler, but… something feels amiss if that is the truth,” Ingo said.

“Yeah, I dunno anymore. That’s what I thought for a long ass time, but now…” Sneasler sighed.

“What was Warden Ingo like?” Emmet asked.

“Let me think, it’s all really foggy…” She paused to think. “He was kinda a sad man. He tried to hide it, but it was pretty obvious. Not quite the same as our Ingo here.”

“That’s a shame,” Ingo said. He handed the train book back to Emmet, who happily flipped through the pages again. He noticed something shiny in Sneasler’s pile of berries. He moved a couple aside and found a gold bracelet. Tarnish and dirt covered the item. Ingo rubbed away some of it and felt an engraving as he cleaned it. The engraving resembled Sneasler’s face. Ingo’s heart raced.

“What the hell?! Where did you get that?!” Sneasler asked, pointing at the bracelet.

“It was in your belongings,” Ingo said. “I apologize for grabbing it without your permission. What is it, if I may ask?”

“It’s… How did it get in my basket? It’s… a Warden bracelet. It, uh, would be given to a Warden – my ancestor’s Wardens, I mean,” Sneasler said. “…If you want it, you can keep it. I’m obviously not using it.”

Ingo finished cleaning the item. Despite its obvious age, it shined gold and blue.

“Can I have that?” Emmet asked.

“Is that okay, Sneasler?” Ingo asked.

“I dunno why you’re asking me. I told you, I’m not using it, so do whatever,” Sneasler said.

Emmet took the Warden’s bracelet and placed it around his left wrist. It dangled when he held his arm up, as it was too large for him. It stayed on, though, and Emmet liked its weight. It may not be the same as the Arc Watch, but at least his uniform was closer to Ingo’s again.

“Team Conductors, are you ready for departure?” Cyllene asked as she approached the room. “My team will escort you back to your Pearl Guild.”

“Oh, we’re departing now? I thought Rei was still tinkering with my Arc Watch,” Ingo said. Though he didn’t fully agree with the prospect, Ingo recognized that Rei was skilled with tools and the watch needed to get fixed. The gesture also acted as payment for Team Galaxy helping them, which made Ingo feel better about receiving their assistance.

“Right now, it’s more important to get you back to your guild. I’ve been trying to contact them over what happened, but there were some difficulties at the Pelliper Post,” Cyllene said.

“Alright, alright, we’ve had enough lollygagging and train talking, let’s get moving,” Sneasler said. She packed up her belongings into her basket.

“There’s never enough train talk,” Emmet said as he boarded Sneasler’s basket after a ticket punch. Ingo followed suit.

***

Both teams ventured through Eterna Forest to get back to the guild. It was a similar path Ingo and Emmet tried to take the prior night to escape a Chained Sneasler, minus the detour to the mossy rock. Ingo and Emmet rode in Sneasler’s basket while everyone else walked on foot.

Ingo was still reading the book Emmet found. While flipping through the soft, velvety pages, he found one page with the corner turned down. “What’s this?”

“Oh. I found a verrry interesting page. I wanted to show it to you,” Emmet said.

Ingo turned to the page. “”Unova’s Battle Subway”.”

“The book talks about the Battle Subway?!” Eelektross asked. Chandelure’s eyes widened, and they hovered closer to Sneasler’s basket.

“The heck is a Battle Subway?” Sneasler asked.

“It appears to be a subway that also coordinates pokemon battles. What an interesting concept!” Ingo said. He turned the page. After some silence, Ingo popped open Sneasler’s basket and poked his head out. “Chandelure and Eelektross, do these people look familiar?” Ingo held out the book, which had a picture of two humans in front of the Battle Subway.

Eelektross’ eyes went wide. “That...! That’s you two!” Next to him, Chandelure’s flames danced around happily. The picture of their young trainers fueled their flames with nostalgia.

“That’s us?” Ingo and Emmet asked at the same time.

“Wait, I gotta see this!” Sneasler said. She reached over and behind her, and Ingo placed the book into her hand.

The picture faded from age, but its colors remained true and showed Sneasler that the two humans wore monochromatic uniforms. She could understand them not recognizing their human faces (if this really was what they looked like), but she had no idea how Ingo or Emmet didn’t recognize their own poses. They pointed at the camera and at the ground. The human in white had a wide grin and strange aura. It had to be Emmet. The other human in black frowned but had a more friendly air about them. That could only be Ingo.

“Y’know, with you guys talking about being humans, I could never imagine what you two would’ve looked like. But if this really is you, then… you look like giant ass nerds,” Sneasler said.

“I think it’s from when the Battle Subway as still new… Wow…” Eelektross said. Tears started forming.

“What’s this I hear about Ingo and Emmet being human?” Laventon asked as he sped up with Team Conductors. “It may sound strange, but I believe it! There are several accounts of humans turning into pokemon, you know! Ghost pokemon are probably the most obvious examples, but…”

Sneasler tuned out Laventon’s lecture. Her gaze lingered on “Ingo”. Picking at the memories at the back of her head, Sneasler thought of Warden Ingo as a depressed mess of a human barely holding onto sunshine. But the Ingo in the picture not only looked younger but cheerier and happier.

Either this wasn’t the first time Warden Ingo was reincarnated, or there was something else happening that she didn’t understand.

The Noble got lost in her thoughts while the twins tried to explain to Laventon that they didn’t have their human memories yet and thus couldn’t contribute to his research. It took a familiar voice to pull her out of her head.

“Sneasler! I smell Sneasler!” a newcomer said.

“Arcanine?!” Sneasler asked.

Arcanine ran toward them from the group’s right. When he was in view, Cyllene sidestepped to avoid him pouncing straight onto Sneasler. Her basket didn’t break, but Ingo and Emmet were thrown out of it. “Hey, you’re not angry!”

“I am now!” Sneasler said from underneath Arcanine. “I just fixed my damn basket!”

“Oh, sorry! You and your little bros have been gone for a few days, so everyone is all scared!” Arcanine said as he stepped off Sneasler.

“Good day, Lord Arcanine!” Ingo said. “What do you mean by “everyone”?”

“I know that voice!” Palina, with Lian on her back, caught up with Arcanine and the group.

“You’re all okay, thank the Almighty!” Lian said. “We heard Lady Sneasler got Chained and we all got worried…”

“Thank you as always for your concern, Lian,” Ingo said.

“Seriously, what happened?” Palina asked. “There was a massive forest fire in Veilstone, and Noble Basculegion saw Sneasler with glowing red eyes, then she vanished…”

“There was a forest fire?!” Rei asked.

“…Hey Chandelure, how much fire did you use in our fight?” Sneasler asked Chandelure. The rest of Team Conductors faced the ghost pokemon to see their answer. Chandelure glanced between everyone, smiled, and shrugged sheepishly. Eelektross facepalmed.

“Ah, there you are…” Kleavor approached the group at a slow, steady pace.

“Good day, Lord Kleavor,” Ingo said.

“You.” Sneasler narrowed her eyes at Kleavor.

“Ah, Sneasler…” Kleavor stared at Sneasler directly in the eyes.

“I am Emmet. Look at this,” Emmet said. He climbed back into Sneasler’s basket, rummaged around its contents, and held up the Toxic Plate.

Arcanine and Kleavor jumped. “You still have your plate?! That’s amazing!” Arcanine asked.

“That’s…!” Kleavor coughed and collected himself. “Not bad, Sneasler.”

“Perhaps we should continue our journey to the Pearl Guild?” Ingo said as he returned to the basket. “Based on your reactions to locating us, we should return to Guildmaster Irida posthaste.”

“If the Nobles plan to return with you to your guild, then this is as far as my team needs to go, I assume?” Cyllene said.

“Oh, you’re Cyllene, correct?’ Kleavor said.

“You know her?” Sneasler asked.

“Yes! Cyllene wants the Guildmaster rank!” Laventon said. “And to get that rank, you need the approval of at least six Nobles in addition to the Pelliper Post Office.”

“Oh.” Another Noble thing she didn’t know about, Sneasler thought.

“Impressive. I hope she reaches her destination!” Ingo said.

“Wait, Cyllene, we can’t leave them yet! I still want to repair Ingo’s watch!” Rei said.

“You won’t mind if we tagged along?” Laventon asked the Nobles.

“I’m sure Irida wouldn’t mind!” Lian said. “We don’t get visited by independent teams much. And you helped Ingo and Emmet, right? That’s good enough for a visit!”

“Very well. I accept the invitation then,” Cyllene said. “Thank you for allowing us to join you.”

“Yeah! The more, the merrier! Let’s get back now!” Arcanine ducked his nose under Sneasler and threw her upwards. She, along with Ingo and Emmet, landed on Arcanine’s back and held on as Arcanine took off back to the Pearl Guild.

“AAAALL ABOOARD?!” Ingo and Emmet said as they took off deeper into the forest. Everyone else had to run to keep up with the eager Noble.

***

Gaeric didn’t often take the role of sentry duty, as his duties as the guild’s nurse kept him busy. But because all the rescue teams were out searching for Lady Sneasler or performing rescue missions with the remain Nobles, only he and housekeeper Calaba were left to mind sentry duty. Since Calaba had a bad back, she took gate opening duty while he took the lookout tower.

“We got visitors!” Gaeric stared down the binoculars. He announced into the megaphone, “They are Lord Arcanine, Lord Kleavor, Lady Sneasler, Team Conductors, and-!”

Gaeric stopped his announcement upon hearing frantic wing flapping and a one-Glaceon stampede. Calaba couldn’t open the gate fast enough. Irida and Chatot ducked underneath the opening gate to greet the guests and see if Gaeric’s announcement was correct.

Outside the gates, Sneasler was still on Arcanine’s back. Kleavor, Eelektross, and Rei all had to catch their breaths. Cyllene and Chandelure had no issues keeping pace with Arcanine due to their abilities. As for Laventon, he used the winds to fly and follow them without moving a single foot.

“Incredible! It is you!” Chatot said at Sneasler and the twins in her basket. Ingo and Emmet hopped out to face Chatot on even footing. “I had no doubts you would return, but the guildmaster…”

Irida shook her nerves off, collected herself, and stepped up to face Ingo and Emmet. “Welcome back, Team Conductors. I’m glad you and Lady Sneasler returned in one piece!”

“Good day, Clan Leader Irida,” Ingo said. “We apologize for our delayed return. If I may ask, what have we missed while we were away?”

“A lot of things… I am so glad…” Irida gave Ingo, Emmet, and Sneasler a large but soft smile. “But first and foremost, Azelf, Uxie, and Mespirit wish to talk to you.”

***

In the Pearl Guild’s infirmary, Mespirit floated around the room and opened each cabinet and drawer, one at a time. A transparent Azelf followed Mespirit and almost encouraged their sibling to inspect every item they find with silent support and little cheers at interesting things. Uxie sat on their bed and watched the chaos unfold. Their once-cracked gems had healed.

“Whoa, you actually are awake!” Sneasler said as she entered the room with Ingo and Emmet in tow.

“Good day, Lake Guardians! It is an honor to meet you properly. My name is Ingo.” He saluted and tipped his hat to the three.

“I am Emmet. You aren’t broken anymore.”

“Emmet, that was rude,” Ingo said.

“Good to meet you, and he is not wrong,” Mespirit said. “Our lifeforces were split into pieces, after all. It is infuriating, but we are back now.”

“P-pardon me? Your lifeforces have been split?” Ingo asked.

“Yes. From what Irida told us, you know of the Red Chain, but you don’t know how it is made,” Uxie said. “The Red Chain is constructed from pieces of our lifeforces. We suffer minimal ill effects when we make one Chain, but thirteen Chains have been constructed.”

“Thirteen?!” Sneasler said.

“Correct,” Uxie said. “As a result of our lifeforces being stolen, my siblings and I were on the brink of death by the time you and your peers found us.”

“But you seem fine now,” Emmet said.

“Yes, and that’s because several of the Chains have been destroyed, returning our lifeforces to us!” Azelf said. “Your group has a large hand in that, right? You must have powerful wills!”

“Hold on. I heard that Ursaluna and Avalugg were freed, so only eleven should have been destroyed,” Sneasler said. “What about the other two?”

“Those Chains still exist, so we are not back to full strength,” Mespirit said. “As soon as we are back to our original strength, our attacker will wish he never did it!”

“If I may ask, do you know the location of the remaining Chains?” Ingo asked.

“And who hurt you?” Emmet added.

“Unfortunately, we do not know the location of the remaining Chains,” Uxie said. Ingo noted that they almost seemed depressed from having to say that. “We do know the identity of the one who attacked us, but we will share that once all the relevant pokemon who want to know all meet. For now, we wait.”

“Right. I’m still at the Diamond Guild,” Azelf said. Their body began flickering. “See you all later!” Azelf, or rather their astral projection, disappeared.

“Likewise, I know Uxie wishes to speak with you in private. I shall depart and thank nurse Gaeric for taking care of us,” Mespirit said. They flew past Eelektross and Chandelure and into the guild.

“Lady Sneasler, thank you for coming to Lake Acuity. I fear for what might have happened to me and my siblings had you and your team not shown in time,” Uxie said. “I owe you another one.”

“Cool, thanks, Uxie. Since you’re probably not doing much else, mind if I cash in those favors now?” Sneasler asked.

Uxie nodded. “What can I do for you?”

“These two got some memory problems.” Sneasler picked up both Ingo and Emmet by the scruff of their necks, one twin in each hand. “You’re the Being of Knowledge and all. Think you can help them shake off their amnesia?”

“I will see what I can do,” Uxie said.

Sneasler placed Ingo and Emmet back down. Uxie first floated in front of Ingo no more than 5 centimeters away from his face. Ingo stared at Uxie’s forehead gem, which had a faint red glow. After a moment, Uxie floated to the side and stood in front of Emmet. Emmet turned his gaze to the side to avoid eye contact (even if Uxie’s eyes were closed).

Uxie furrowed their brow and rose to face Sneasler. “I will be able to help Emmet recall his old memories. I will not help Ingo, however.”

“What? Why not?” Emmet asked.

“What, it’s something even you can’t do?” Sneasler asked.

“It is not that I cannot help him. It is that I refuse to,” Uxie said.

“You refuse to?” Emmet asked. His smile turned cold as anger rose within him. “If you can only restore one of our memories, do it for my brother.”

Uxie floated down to face Emmet directly. “My abilities are not absolute. I have the ability to restore memories, but I will only do so if I can safely.”

“Do you mean to tell us that you can’t restore mine safely?” Ingo asked. After an affirmative nod from Uxie, he continued. “Are you certain there’s no possible way?”

“Ingo, your mind is held together by duct tape and rusty screws. Would you like to know what could happen to you if one little thing goes wrong during your memory restoration?” Uxie faced Ingo directly. “You can suffer complete memory loss with no hope of restoration. You can lose the ability to form new memories. You can gain debilitating anxiety, severe depression, or even a complete personality change. You may enter a comatose state. You may even di-.”

“We get it!” Eelektross said. He covered Emmet’s ears during the listing. He didn’t want Emmet’s anxiety to go through the roof from picturing the effects Uxie described.

“…That is just a few of the possibilities,” Uxie said.

Sneasler’s mouth hanged open. “Duct tape? Rusty screws? How… how?!” She vaguely gestured at Ingo. “Ingo is fine. He’s a bit weird, but so is Emmet! They’re twins, for Arceus’ sake! What the hell is the difference between them that makes it such a big deal for you, Uxie?!”

“That is a simple answer. Emmet only has one case of amnesia. Ingo has two,” Uxie said.

“WHAT?!” Emmet and Sneasler asked simultaneously.

“I… lost my memories twice?” Ingo looked down at his hands. He rubbed the familiar fabric of his sleeve between his claws.

“Yes. Severe sudden memory loss takes a toll on the mind and spirit, but the mind can be stable. Two cases, however? I am amazed that you are a functioning person. You would need a being more powerful than me to restore your memories safely. Otherwise, you will have to recover them naturally. My apologies.” Uxie bowed in the air to Ingo.

Ingo found himself at a loss of words. Not even his train of thought could form something coherent.

“…But you can still assist me?” Emmet asked. He didn’t care as much about restoring his memories as much as Ingo, but if him remembering their past could help Ingo, that would be enough.

“Yes. I should be able to restore yours safely,” Uxie said. “You should know you’ll only immediately recall the most recent memories. Older memories will come back gradually but surely.”

“That’s fine. I will do it,” Emmet said.

***

In Ingo and Emmet’s tent, Emmet laid down in his bed, his coat splayed as a bedsheet and hat on his chest. Uxie floated above and behind him. Ingo, Sneasler, and Chandelure hovered around Emmet, and Eelektross watched from the entryway.

“I will need everyone to exit,” Uxie said. “I need to reduce possible distraction, and this will not be pleasant to witness.”

“…Can I remain in this station?” Ingo asked. “I want to be here for Emmet. Or is it too dangerous?”

“…If you wish to stay, you can,” Uxie said. “But know that any interference with my process could cause permanent damage.”

Ingo sat on the floor. Emmet offered his hand to Ingo, which Ingo accepted and held.

Chandelure was the first to exit the tent. With arms crossed and indecision on her face, Sneasler stepped out as well. Eelektross had to move to let the other two exit, so he was the one who closed the tent. The three didn’t leave and instead sat outside, waiting.

Emmet closed his eyes. His smile stayed on his face. Uxie hovered just above the ground and laid their hands on Emmet’s temples.

Uxie’s three gems glowed. “Let us begin.”

#pmd lost tracks of time #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus spoilers #pokemon emmet #pokemon ingo #submas #pmd au #yes i had to pull out wikipedia for one piece of dialogue lol #ALSO I REMEMBERED TO ADD THE POLL THIS TIME #I meant to do that last chapter lmao

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