Vio: 'nother idea, oh my gosh! My first hand at a reincarnation fic – please enjoy! XwX

WARNING! Blood, vulgar language, later gore(maybe) and suggestive themes(another maybe).

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

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Prologue

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SCCRREEEEEEECHH!

BAM! CRASH!

'Why does it hurt?'

"Oh my GOD!"

'Please...please stop screaming...'

"Someone call the damn cops already! FUCK! She's losing too much blood!"

'Blood? Is...Is someone...bleeding?'

Soft, but calloused hands gently caress and flock about her face, the light touches soothing the pain – hurtshurtshurts! – and agony for brief moments.

"C'mon sweetheart," a deep, husky voice begs, "don't give up, you'll be alright- WHERE IS THE DAMN AMBULANCE?!"

'It hurts...'

Something...lots of somethings hit her face rapidly, some even falling into her mouth, quenching her dry – burning – throat.

'Water? Is it raining?'

She smiles softly, and the screams and begs become distressed and devastated.

"I...I lo-love," she croaks out happily, "the...ra-in."

The weight is lifted, and everything disappears.

She awakens to darkness.

So many emotions sweep through her at once.

Confusion. Apprehension. Sorrow. Uncertainty. Curiosity.

She tries to move, but realizes that:

#1: She is trapped inside of something very, very small.

#2: Her hand is small and furry – not a hand at all.

Hysteria begins to run rampant, and she claws at the hard surface with unhinged voracity. The sounds of something growing closer sends her in a fit, and her attempts become even more desperate.

CRACK!

She stumbles, coughing and sputtering, into something hard making her squeak. Suddenly, something much softer is behind her, nuzzling and...licking her? She forces her eyes open with difficulty as the brightness makes her eyes burn.

"Oh, Jace," a feminine voice whispers from behind, "she's so beautiful, isn't she?"

The something in front of her chuckles, its soothing, rumbling chest almost sending her back into unconsciousness, "She's very beautiful and," something warm and wet drags across her head, "she's definitely going to be quite the looker when she's older. I'm gonna have to run all the males off."

Bell-like giggling intertwined with deep, husky chuckling.

When she can finally open her eyes all the way, she gasped at the two figures who looked down at her with love and adoration shinning in their orbs. The figure behind her seemed almost fox-like with a cream coat, brown paws, leaves for ears and a tail, and she couldn't forget the noticeable leaf in the center of the chest. Cocoa-colored eyes gleamed brightly as a smile appeared on the figure's muzzle. She then – hesitantly – turns to the other figure who, by the way, was much bigger than the other one. Its coat seemed to be a multi-color of white, orange and a dark brown. It was more canine-like with what looked like a...rock on its head? Vivid jade orbs were filled with so many emotions that she couldn't comprehend, but they weren't unpleasant.

She knows what they are.

Pokemon. Like the game she used to be so fond of before things took a darker turn.

The female was a Leafeon, and the male was a Lycanroc. A Dusk Lycanroc to be exact.

They were also, by how she was analyzing the situation, her parents. She had a mom and dad.

Mom.

"I should've aborted you!"

Dad.

"Shut up, ya damn brat! It's yer fault she left me!"

"What should we name her?"

She looks up at the pair, wondering what they were talking about.

'Are they going to...name me?'

"Hmm, Molly?"

She frowned.

The Leafeon's lip curled upwards, baring those small but sharp canines, "Ugh, no," the female turned back to her, "what about Ivy?"

Her frown deepened.

The male shook his head with a frown of his own, "No," his mate pouted, and a large grin appeared as he nuzzled her, "what about Shiloh? I've always loved that story."

She squeaked since it was the only thing she could say.

"Oh, she likes it!" Her mother squealed, scooping her up with her front paws to cuddle her.

Her father beamed, "Shiloh it is," he cuts off to join the snuggle fest before pulling back, "don't forget – we need to introduce Layla and Flynn to their new sister."

New sister? She had older siblings? She had always been an only child, but maybe having older siblings won't be so bad.

She curled deeper into her mother's fur. Maybe this second chance won't be so bad.

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