"Mommy?" came a whisper from a young tired Shinx, her purple eyes glowing in the low light. Her mother, a Houndoom with a cracked horn glanced down at her daughter. Not that she was really her daughter but it didn't really matter to her. Her son, a Houndour perked his ears as his sister asked "Can you tell me a story?"
"Of course," The Houndoom answered, wrapping her tail around the Shinx. "What kind of story?" The Shinx blinked tiredly but continued on.
"About you." The child asked innocently "I want to know about you." The Houndoom wet wide eyed for a moment but shook it off. The child had been specifically breed with a high IQ, with a little help from science of course.
"And why do you want me to tell you a story about me?" The mother asked back, as her son chuckled softly. Throwing him a glare which shut him up, the Houndoom listened to her reply.
"Because I just want to know." The young child replied childishly. 'She was still a child, despite her high IQ.' reasoned the Houndour. "I heard some people talking about you and I wanna know how you became Queen, like Ash tells me." Looking slowly over to her son who was grinning sheepishly, she thought for a moment.
"Darling," She started slowly, giving the Shinx a light lick. "I'd like tell you how I became Queen...but you're a bit young at the moment. Some parts of my story are a bit scary, and I don't wish to scare you. You may be brave now but I'd rather not risk giving you or your brother nightmares. Understand?" Whining slightly, the Shinx pouted but nodded.
"Alright..." Yawning widely, she snuggled up to her mother's belly and floated off to sleep.
"Mother..." the Houndour Ash, slinked closer to her frowning.
"Silence Ash." The Houndoom snapped an angry tone at the edge of her voice. Her mind was already thinking back on her past and this was the only time she'd wish to intrude back onto the memories. "I do not wish to talk to you right now. I will talk to you in the morning. Go to bed. Now." The last word was spoken softly yet harshly. Ash flattened his ears against his head as he backed away from his mother. He knew, despite the fact he was her real son, she'd show no hesitation or remorse in attacking him.
"Yes Mother. Goodnight." He answered back obediently, turning to the door behind him. A beep from on a scanning device as the tag on his collar flashed before and the door swung open for him showing the interior of both the room and the hallway briefly. The room was that of a rich man. A high bed rested on one wall with a large open window on the adjacent side, curtains pulled across. An En suite was opposite the bed but the door was closed, a sliver of light showing underneath.
The hall was showed only the deep red wallpapered wall of a mansion, only a small table with a vase of colourful flowers resting on it.
The Houndoom herself lay on a soft yet fire-proof bed of her own. Resting her head against her paws, her eyes watched as the door closed. A few seconds later, the bathroom door swung open and out strutted her master. His orange suit was hanging on the back of the door. Her master was in his mid-late fifties and his brown sleeked back hair was already showing signs of silver-grey. Pausing only to give her a pat, he asked in a deep voice.
"How is my favourite Houndoom?" rolling her own maroon eyes, the Houndoom lifted her head, and answered back perfectly, in an accent reminiscing of how Noble women once talked in England. The English drawl that made many men swooned.
"I am doing perfectly fine Giovanni."
A/N: Before people start going off about how Giovanni has a Persian not a Houndoom, let me explain. In my story, Giovanni, as said a few sentences ago, is well into his fifties. In the show, I believe he is about ten years or so younger, around his mid forties. Now, I like, like some people, believe that all Pokémon live a long life, as long as humans. But I also have a realistic view that if Pokémon were real, that even if they are pets, as Persian is, they grow old and die in the normal span as our animals. (probably minus such Pokémon as Ninetales and the legendaries, who are implied to have very long lives or are immortal,) Meaning between ten to twenty, depending on the animal/Pokémon. Now I would imagine that a Persian would have the same life span as a pampered house cat. This means around 15 years give or take if it catches an illness or infection from a wound, etc but seeing as it's a house pet and doesn't fight and most likely is treated as soon as it shows any sign of illness, it'll probably live well into old age.
So, I assumed that, from the anime, it was already in the age bracket of 3-5 years old. Now, let's say its three years old and Giovanni is forty-five in the show and he's fifty-five here. That would make Persian thirteen at the very least. Pretty old for a cat right?
Well, this is where my character, the Houndoom fits in. She is four years old, meaning she's Persian's younger by nine years. As this is a story about the Houndoom (Whose name you'll find out next chapter) I don't was to spoil the story too much but I will say that she's a lot like the Shinx-Specifically breed for a certain purpose or cause. For what, that will be revealed later but I hope that what I just wrote will explain a few things and answer a few questions.