Chapter 1: Not Here

Disclaim: I don't own Pokemon, only my oc.

Slowly opening the door to his room Jason peeked out his head making sure the coast is clear so he could run away from this family his idea of hell. Sliding out the creak in the door he stepped out in the dark hallway of his second story Victorian home. He wore red and black converse, with dark grey faded jeans and long sleeve white shirt with the words Nike and their symbol embroiled on it topping it off with a XL grey short sleeve button up. Jason had with him two book bags; one filled with his pokemon, mangas, laptop, cds, dvds, and a few stuffed toys. While the other bag was empty, this bag was going to be used for food and drinks. He also carried a traveling suitcase that resembled a oversized back pack which carried almost all of his cloths inside. Tipp toeing towards the stairs with his gear in hand he went to cross the thresholds, room to stairs even though his room was literally right in front of the stairs so as he headed down he stopped dead in his tracks as he heard sounds and movements of his parents.

After waiting for what felt like hours Jason continued his descend to the main floor. When he reached the last step it felt like that piece of wood was set on surround sound stereo mode and at the max volume it could be set to for it creaked so loudly that he knew his mom and dad would spring out of bed and catch him running away. Though it didn't affect anyone upstairs it did however affect someone or should I say something down stairs in the kitchen which led to the back door and freedom for Jason. As he rounded the corner he noticed that Meowth a white Persian in alert form, ready to pounce and claw at anything that came his way…. That is until he was young Jason fully clothed with three bags slung across his body.

"What cha doing kiddo, its two o' clock in the morning and what's with all the bags, you going on a school trip or something?" he asked walking over to nuzzle his head against his third owner's body.

Feeling his heart sink in his chest Jason patted and rubbed Meowth's head trying to speak even though he knew he was about to start crying, but with a heavy sigh he pulled his composer to were he would tell him good-bye.

"Yea I'm taking a trip, I don't know where but that's half the fun, right?" Jason explained as he slipped out the back door while not tripping the alarm through the exceptionally wide doggie door that was put there for Jason's Arcanine, Alex.

"Then take me with you." Moewth replied placing his fairly big paws on Jason's warm chest looking into his owner's amethyst eyes.

"I can't, they said not to bring pets or pokemon"

"I'm not a pet I'm your guardian."

Jason was almost at the corner of his street as he stood there in the late winter air trying to get Meowth to not follow him as he abandoned his family.

"No, Meowth you're not coming with me, now go back inside."

"Com'n kiddo"

"I said no!, cuz I'm not coming back, ok now go but!" Jason blurted

B-But…" Meowth stammered confused

"Meowth Jonathan Kusanagi!!" Jason commanded as tears rolled down his face watching his parent's friend/co-worker flinch hearing his full name out so harshly by the one who gave it to him.

"Do you want me to pop you?" he asked knowing that was the only way to get Meowth to listen/or do what he was told.

As Meowth sat on the cold concrete all he could do was to look at Jason with sadden eyes as an indication that he didn't want to be popped. Between the three humans that he lived with, (not counting Giovanni) Jason is and always will be the only he would listen to for some unknown reason. Without uttering another word all Jason did was point towards the house. Meowth got up nuzzled head against Jason's stomach, in that moment Jason couldn't keep himself together as he dropped to his knees wrapping his around Meowth's neck sobbing heavily.