“Hmm…”
“Kin’ll definitely love this for Christmas… This too…”
Guess who was doing her Christmas shopping now that the crowds were gone. Her wagon was currently filled with extra large plushies of Pokemon.
“I wonder if Kin’ll like a Swampert plushie… But this one says ‘Mega’ Swampert… Oh I can’t decide, these are all so cuddly.”
“Ugh… Kin, I’m home from the league! I brought- Jeez…”
Rebecca softly sighed with a warm smile, putting her bag down on the table while carefully picking up the sleeping Kin like a toddler. She carried him into her room and laid him down on his futon, pulling the covers over him before getting up and turning the light off.
“Just like a kid, I swear.”
Settling down the small Pokemon actually felt comfortable. Leaning their head up a bit they sniffed the bottle before taking the tip into their mouth. Mewtwo wasn’t sure what to do so just did what they did when given water.
‘It’s good.’
“I’m glad, sweetie.”
Rebecca gave them a warm smile as she held them and the bottle carefully.
“Looks like another night with the house in panic mode. Jen’s gonna love this tomorrow morning. I hate giving her more paperwork.”
The press of a button and the house locked down tightly and completely once more.
“That is what abuse is defined as, and I have done no such thing other than once, for which he and I have already talked out. So yes, you are misusing the term, and I’m on the brink of smacking you in the face with a cast iron pan for doing so, because I have no tolerance for people who misuse those terms.
Your ignorance is killing me. I don’t think I can handle it.
Honestly? I don’t trust your word. I don’t care what you say. When I talk to him myself, that is when I will take action. Don’t like it? Too bad.
Of course, this is assuming I don’t melt into a puddle of nothingness. It’s difficult not to when being forced to converse with ignorant people. It’s you who should not be capable of speech. That is the true salvation to this world.”
"And again, you’re the one who resorts to threats violence to get what he wants to hear out of people or when things don’t go your way. And again, go ahead. Prove you know a definition by splattering my grey matter all over the ground. I’m sure it’ll be a lovely shade of red, white and pink.”
“Alright then. Don’t believe my word as well as several legal documents. He has still given his full legal consent whether you believe it or not. You are the one continuing the conversation, I am not ‘forcing’ you into speaking to me. Goodbye. I am done speaking to a brick wall.”
“Hate to break it to you, but you’re just not worth the time and effort it would take to commit murder. Your argument is weak.
You’re not protecting anyone from anything. You’re misusing terms, and that gets on my nerves. You clearly don’t understand the meaning of what abuse is, so do not use the word until you do. It’s not that difficult to understand. You are the queen of ignorance for throwing around terms like that.
You have no place speaking for him, or anyone else. I will do as I please, whether you like it or not. Your argument has no foundation, as I have not done anything damaging to anyone aside from stomping his foot, and then I fixed his permanently damaged hands.
Go get a little education before you try talking to me again. I can’t handle your ignorance.”
"Bluffing, huh? If those ‘gods’ are truly on your side and all, they should have no problem informing me of the date of my universe’s destruction.”
“Abuse; to treat in a harmful, injurious or offensive way. As per the most current dictionary, that is the definition. As per Kin’s own opinion, that is how you treated him and that is why he gave his consent for this in the first place. Written and signed consent that has been copied many times over for due process.
Whether I like it or not is irrelevant, as the proper legal procedures have already been taken and you are no longer welcome.”
“Guess what. I don’t care. I’ll do what I want, when I want, and if you don’t like it that’s just too bad. Lay a single finger on me and I’ll have gods from multiple universes to destroy this one. I have most of them in my corner. You’re lucky I don’t smack you in the face for abusing that term.
Abuse is categorized as injuring someone, whether emotionally, or physically. Whether against their will, or otherwise. The only thing I’ve done that can constitute the definition of physical abuse is the stepping on his foot thing. Don’t throw around terms like that like they’re nothing. Do it again and I will smack you in the face, because you deserve it for that.”
"So you’re a spoiled brat who gets ‘gods’ to do your dirty work when you don’t get your way, huh. Go ahead and smack me, you spoiled brat. Kill me if you want to. Prove you’re the mature one by resorting to violence and threats just to get your precious toy back. Make me bleed as much as you want. You’re not getting him back. Ever.
"Kin runs from you for a good reason. Ever imagine why? Because he believes you will hurt him again and I for one cannot blame him. Go ahead and explain to your ‘gods’ that you want to destroy a whole universe just because a girl wanted to protect someone from you. I’ll meet you in hell because Kin is mine. And nothing in the goddamn multiverse will change that.
Get out of my home, get out of my zone and get out of Kin’s life. Because you don’t get the privilege to be in it.”
“Sorry, hun. You’re abusing Kin, physically and mentally, and I’ve had enough. He’s now registered in this world as both a citizen and my ward. You are no longer legally allowed to be within 400 miles of him or my and Kin’s home. The paperwork was filed yesterday evening. Goodbye and never come back.”
‘Drink it, like that water stuff?’
After a quick moment of thinking Mewtwo took their hand and crawled into the trainer’s lap.
“Yup. But much more nutritious- Ah, careful sweetie.”
Rebecca kept her lap still so the little Pokemon wouldn’t fall before holding her arm around their back to keep them balanced. Her free hand took the bottle of warmed milk from the tray and offered it to the little one.
“Here we go, think you can do it yourself?”
Mewtwo imitated the trainer’s actions. Putting their own hand up against it. Looking up with a confused expression they brought their hand back.
‘What do I do with milk?’
“Well, y’drink it. It’s full of yummy vitamins so it’s good for you. Would you like me to help?”
Rebecca offered her hand to the little Pokemon. She’d plop her rear onto the bed to make things easier if they accepted.
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