Void of Emotions: D1 Prologue- Brothers.

Seeing the falling ball of fire slowly descending into the horizon, many figured that it's time to call it a day and scurry back to their respective homes. This particular Buizel, however, isn't just going to follow the norm.

Sitting on the fountain where he used to be, the orange weasel dipped his tails into the water, scooping up some with his paw as well, fiddling with it and letting it wet his paw.

"Care for some company?" Somemon with a low tone happen to ask. "Rare to see you here after sunset."

The Water-Type stopped and looked at the direction the voice came from, a familiar Shinx whom his stars seem to glow faintly in the dim light came into view. The Shinx seemed not too intimidating, but not too friendly either, as he sat down beside him, staring at the ball of red.

"Same goes for you." He replied, not even looking back at him.

Both of them stayed quiet, silently watching the wind brush pass the sakura trees, watching the helpless leaves sway violently in the strong wind, their rustling seemed to represent their call for help. Slowly, the sun has finally sank into the horizon, and the moon rose behind them.

"I believe you've heard about the Jolteon say about this dungeon." Nameless glanced sideways at Soulless, who seemed to be directly staring at him. The Shinx's stars started to glow brighter now at the absence of light, up to the point where his eyes seemed to be glowing as well. "He said that the teams are separating. Covering more area and stuff."

"...And what about that?"

"...Nothing. Just wanted to make sure you know." He turned towards the weasel. "You don't want to lose someone dear again, do you?"

"..." Came no reply. For a split second, Nameless could've sworn he saw a glare coming from the Buizel, but shrugged it off with a 'Hmph'.

As of now, the only 'Mons left in the park are the both of them, the night seemingly doing a good job in keeping the silence, as not even a Nocturne's howl was heard- a common feature to be present during nighttime.

"Then that leaves us with one question: the Whiscash or the Mienshao?" The Shinx suddenly turned himself towards a particular direction and glaring at it, as if he heard something unpleasant.

"Neither." He gave his answer, standing up. "I'm going back."

Zeal turned and began to walk out the park, but stopped after he heard pawsteps towards him. No, it wasn't Zephyr, so who was it? He slowly scanned the surroundings, immediately noticing a yellow figure walking towards them on hind legs under the dim light. The yellow figure closed in their distance and Zeal immediately recognized it from his unusually long fur and heterochromia eyes.

Even though the light is dim, he could still make out dried tear streaks on his face, along with him trying to avoid eye contact.

"T-There you are..." The Jolteon tried to pull up a smile, succeeding just barely. "I've been looking everywhere for you."