Hi, SU here. I felt like writing a little one shot. Sad. Sort of short. Reviews would be nice, they help me think of even better one shots. Well, R&R!

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The white room blinds me, piercing my dark, red eyes like white daggers. I squint slightly away from the penetrating lamps and shift on my small, ebony black paws. It is stuffy in this room, this white, blinding room. And you, in your white bed covered in white sheets, head propped under a white pillow. You look so small, so frail...

And it makes me sick.

The room is silent. The room is stuffy. The room is blank and flat and monotonous and terrible. I don't like it, and I'm sure, if you were awake, you wouldn't either. You love color, you love space, you love noise.

The alien-like machine next to you beeps steadily, the diagram showing that your heart was still beating. The same heart that had pumped with life is now faint. Fragile.

This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to protect you, to keep you safe. To be the friend that was always there. The friend that would follow, everywhere. To hell and back if I had to.

And I failed. I failed to protect you, I fail to keep you safe.

I failed.

I remember it. I remember it well.

My species are supposed to have an amazing memory, did you know? We remember everything, places, people, names, smells... I alone could recall every person we had ever run into on our journey, what they were wearing and other personal things about them.

But, the thing I, and every other of my species remember most vividly, would have to be when trainer and partner meet.Because, that, to all of us, is the most important moment of our lives.

It wasn't a good start, like most. I didn't like you, you happened to be allergic to fur... So, it was expected that we weren't best friends. In fact, when we met, it resulted in a painful bite to the wrist and a severely serious sneezing attack. I wasn't even your first Pokemon, you had two others before me, A delightfully cheery Totodile named Jaws and Hoot-Hoot named Oracle. They became my friends, even before you did.

I hated you, I'm sure I did.

You were naive and stupid and gullible. I recall you fell for pranks like a rock, and you accumulated more junk than a Murkrow from commercials alone. You were allergic to just about everything, and always had a tissue to your nose. You had no sense in style, black and brown never go together, and you were... were...

No matter what I told myself, I knew you were growing on me like a parasitical fungi. One with a smiley face. And yellow. Because nothing could get you down, not even when we lost a chance to take the Master Championship because of me. And soon, even with all of your faults, I knew I could trust you. I knew that I could believe in you. 'I' became 'we'.

So, I evolved for you. I became a citizen of the dark, a creature of the night. Nothing really changed. You still sneezed, though less than before, you were still gullible, sure. But my view of you changed drastically. I started to become jealous of the girls you came across, so far that I pushed one into a river. I started to think of you more than a partner. Than a friend.

It was pointless, though.

Wasn't it?

The machine screeches shrilly, tearing me out of my thoughts. I jump to my hind legs and put my paws on the very edge of the bed. A nurse runs in, checks the machine, calls out into the hall and tries to spin some of the dials.

I feel your heart fading. I feel your body shutting down.

I feel you dying.

Suddenly, there is silence. The machine's beeping has ceased. My breath catches, my crimson eyes water and spill over.

"Time of death: 12: 42."

The people leave, one saying something about 'giving it space'. Silence comes again. I lay my head against your chest and gave your chin a small lick. My eyes close.

I will follow.

Ya, there we go. Very angsty. I think I'll do a humor now So, Review away!