Well, this story may contain;

AshxMisty

MayxOC

And… that's all. The T rating is for later chapters, and, this story is also on the PE2K forums, but I've decided to put it here instead.

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Part 1: A Mysterious Friend

My name is Jordan… ever since I was young; I sensed I was different in some way. I went through school normally. I wasn't bullied- the other kids were scared of me.

Being Giovanni's kid didn't help much either.

"Continue the experimentation," Giovanni ordered, strolling through his laboratory.

As he walked, he passed several tubes with Pokémon suspended in them via tubes. Green liquid surrounded the various species, giving the whole laboratory an eerie glow.

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Jordan walked through the laboratory, looking down at the floor. He preferred not to look up at the Pokémon- just stepping into the laboratory sent shivers down his spine. Ghostly cries echoed throughout the large room, and an unusual aura was around the place. Unusual aura? Jordan immediately thought. Why on earth did I think that?

Jordan shrugged, and headed on. He heard a bird screech, and he jumped, startled.

This place is so creepy! I gotta get out of here! he thought.

Jordan ran, black pants flapping around his legs, but, he tripped, and skidded across the ground. He quickly ran a hand threw his black hair, brushed off his shirt- which was anything but white now- and was about to get up when something licked him. Jordan looked to his right- there; a small, brown Pokémon was standing there. Its fur was tangled; it had scratches on its face and it looked very sad. "I'm so glad you're okay," it said.

Jordan grinned- but then did a double take.

"Did you just- talk to me?" he asked, his face frozen in a look of great amazement. He'd heard about intelligent Pokémon, but a talking one?

The Eevee seemed equally surprised.

"You can talk as well? But- how?"

Jordan, however, did not know. He expected some kind of huge shock to hit him, but no shock was coming. It was as if he had suspected Pokémon could talk for ages, and this was merely confirmation.

"I don't know," he muttered, "but- what are you doing here? Are you an experiment of my- my-"

Jordan couldn't continue. He couldn't bear to call Giovanni 'Dad' anymore. Eevee saw the pain in his eyes, and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Eevee asked.

The boy closed his eyes, and tried to think of better times. However, his visions were clouded, by a kind of dark haze.

"I just wish I could remember those days," he muttered as the last of his energy left him and he fainted. Eevee, too, fainted.

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The first thing Eevee saw was the looming face of Giovanni. Eevee howled and scratched, but Giovanni's face was a joyful one. Eevee had expected him to scowl and punish Eevee after the scratch, but his smile remained fixed. I don't think he knows I'm an Eevee, she thought.

She looked at her paw- and discovered it was a hand! She stepped back, shocked.

"I'm sorry, but we have to go," Giovanni said.

There was a flash of light, and then Eevee was watching a Treecko being dragged away.

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"Tree! Treecko!" he yelled.

Eevee's eyes widened.

"No!" she shouted, running towards it, but a hand pushed her back. It belonged to Giovanni, as she looked up at his face- then, there was another flash.

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Eevee woke up, and noticed she was still next to Jordan, who was stirring.

"What was that?" she asked her human friend.

Jordan shrugged, and he suddenly felt tired and hungry.

"I dunno," he said. "I imagined I was an Eevee, but then I got captured…"

Eevee stared at Jordan.

"And I dreamt I was a boy… but what goes Giovanni have to do with you?"

Jordan looked away.

"Man, I'm hallucinating," he said to himself. "Bedtime's really soon… but, really... a talking Eevee..."

Eevee looked up at Jordan.

"No, wait- don't go! Why can you talk to me? What's your name?"

Jordan simply yawned, and went off to bed, believing his talking friend was nothing but a side-effect of sleep deprivation.

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A golden shine, broken only by the tree outside his mountainside house, spread over Jordan. He yawned, jumping out of bed. He had had the weirdest dream… that he met a talking Eevee. He began to walk out of the door, almost tripping over a comic book when suddenly Persian leapt into the room, knocking him onto his back.

"Ouch!" he yelled, getting up and scratching his head.

"What's wrong, Persian?" he asked, scratching it behind the ear.

It purred loudly, and then its feline eyes darted around the room, pouncing past Jordan towards something under the bed.

"What is it?" Jordan asked, ducking beneath the bed.

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Eevee quickly leapt up onto a chair, then up onto a table. However, the table had a book on it, and Eevee tripped, landing on her side. As pain shot through her body, she stood up, limping over to the window. Her untamed brownish fur glistened in the moonlight. I wish I was home, she thought to herself.

I wish I could be free… for once in my life…

The small fox turned around, and saw a photo. She took hold of it in her miniscule teeth, and flipped it over.

That human boy? What's a picture of him doing here? She asked herself. Could he be with-?

Eevee immediately shut down that particular train of thought, dismissing the idea that someone that nice would want to work with a monster like Giovanni. Well, maybe I'll go and see him in the morning, because he seemed kind of sad today.

And, as Eevee set off amongst the chirping of crickets, she thought Jordan would be glad to see her.

A few hours later, she realised how unbelievably wrong she was.

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Persian swiped with its sharp claws, narrowly missing Eevee's nose.

"Persian, whatever's under there, Fury Swipe it again!" a voice yelled.

Persian hissed, swiping again with blade-like claws. They narrowly missed, sending a breeze past the nose of the small vulpine Pokémon.

"Help me!" cried Eevee.

"Please!"

Suddenly, the attacks stopped, and Persian backed away.

"Are you- an Eevee?" a cautious voice from above came. Eevee nodded, then realised that they boy couldn't see her.

"Yes, I am an Eevee," she replied shakily.

There was silence.

"Uh, sorry for attacking you," Jordan said awkwardly.

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After Persian had left the room, Jordan picked Eevee up, and put her up on the bed.

"So, how come you can talk?" Jordan asked Eevee.

Eevee looked at him, confused, head rotated to one side.

"No- how come you can talk to me? I mean, no human's actually understood what Pokémon say."

Jordan stared at the fox curiously.

"Hmm… so, it's me… but how do you understand us?"

Eevee grinned. "I guess we just do. Besides, if I were a human, I'd rather have Pokémon that listen to me."

Jordan looked away.

"Listen… listen… no-one used to listen to me. I'd always rejected, and kinda unimportant."

Eevee ran around to the other side of the bed. "But, what about your friends?"

Jordan sighed.

"All of the other kids were scared of me for some reason. I- I just don't know why. But, I did have a Treecko until it was- was-"

Tears were beginning to form in the boy's eyes, and Eevee could see them, owing to the fact that the sun was shining right onto them.

"I saw," said Eevee gently.