"Whoa..." Damon slowly opened his eyes. The memory or vision, or whatever it had been, made his head spin. "Was that..."
"Us..." Ramon finished. "Yeah, I think so, but... I still don't remember you..." He rubbed his paws together. "That really didn't clear anything up... only left us with more questions."
"Well... we know we look alike as humans. I would think that would make us twins, but... I don't understand why we wouldn't remember that." Damon pressed his paw to his chin and took a few moments to think. No immediate explanations came, but an idea popped into his head. He smacked the first of his right paw into the open palm of his left. "We need answers, and Twinleaf Town is not that far from here." Damon was not sure how, but he could sense the directions his family's house was. He wondered if that was part of the aura-based abilities of his pokemon species. Almost like a homing Pidgey, he knew intuitively which direction to go.
Ramon nodded in agreement. "There isn't much else left to say. Hopefully we get more answers from home."
"Home..." Damon said as he and the other Riolu walked off in the direction of Twinleaf Town. He wondered what his mother and brother might think if they saw him, and this other Riolu claiming to be his twin. "Will they even understand us?" he asked aloud, not expecting an answer.
"Good question." Ramon answered. "Who knows really... We're pokemon now after all. We can understand them, but..."
"They likely won't understand us..." Damon agreed. "Well, lets try to stay hidden and or hope that no one is home."
The two of them walked through the forrest, taking their time. They were careful to avoid people and other pokemon alike. Damon had no real drive to engage in a battle as a Riolu, and according to his fast friend, he also had little experience battling. Even if they team up, Damon did not see them having favorable odds at winning. Getting captured by a trainer was something he wished to avoid. As they dodged would-be trainers, he did not something odd with the way they spoke, almost like it was a foreign language. Most everyone in Sinnoh used the common tongue, or the One World Language, to speak, but he had a hard time understanding the few words he heard from passing people.
Finally, he and the other Riolu made it to his home town, but the sights and sounds were disorienting. He overheard people speaking, but the words did not make complete since to him. His mind caught some 'key' words but much of passing conversations were lost on him. "Are you having trouble understanding them?" Ramon asked.
"Glad it is not just me..." Damon answered, though glad was not the emotion he felt. It was uncomfortable not knowing what people were saying exactly. "Is this how... pokemon hear us?" As he looked from one sign to another, written langauge was more incomprehensible than spoken. "None of this is making sense to me."
"Lets just head home and see what we can find." Ramon insisted, and the two of you continued homeward bound.
As Damon approached, he recognized the voice of hisbrother and mother talking. He quickly rounded he corner of the house and jumped behind a bush beside Ramon. You watched as they entered the car. "Guess we're lucky, they're going to the store." Damon said, surprising himself how much he were understanding them.
"Maybe because we were close, because we were family, we can understand them better." Ramon spoke, seemingly reading your mind about understanding them more than strangers around town. "Pokemon of trainers do seem to understand what their trainer says more than unfamiliar people..."
"Lets sneak inside." Damon said, deciding not to ignore the subject of language for now. He took the lead of scaling the outside wall to his old bedroom, remembering that the old window never latched quite right. With a gentle pull, the window of his old bedroom opened.
"It looks just how I left it..." Damon spoke in tandem with the other Riolu. He then looked and Ramon closer, and both spoke at the same time again, "But this is my bedroom."
Damon forced himself to not argue and instead look around. Various Pokemon League pictures lined the wall. His Riolu clock ticked faintly in the background by the only bed in the room. "There is only one bed... And I'm sure even as twins we would have had separate ones."
"Yeah... you're right. But, I know this is my bedroom, except for the carpet..." Ramon glanced down. The carpet beneath their feet was red.
Damon also looked at the carpet, and he too did not recognize it. "Huh... the carpet does not look right to me either. I had grey."
"Mine was a tan color." Ramon answered. "So... did Mom change the carpet?"
"Even if she did... we remember two different colors. How can that be?" Damon questioned.
Ramon shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't think about that..."
Damon paused to think for a moment. "Why are we remembering somethings the same but other details differently?"
"Maybe for the same reason we have a missing identical triplet?" Ramon pointed to a trophey and picture on the shelf.
Damon followed the other riolu's pointing paw. The boy in the picture looked just like himself, except his hair seemed to be dyed blonde and the name printed on the award was for Hayman. "What the hell is going on? Who is Hayman? Why does he look like me?"
"Like us." Ramon corrected.
"Fine... Why does he look like us?" Damon repeated. "And why is he in my... your... whose room is this supposed to be?"
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