Author's Notes: Hello readers, this is my first fanfiction, so please don't be too harsh on the reviews; I also made this at literally one in the morning. With that said, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I obviously am not the owner of Pokémon nor anything associated with it. I only own the OCs that exist in this fanfiction.

Ethan was a peculiar young boy. He was born the youngest out of 3 siblings in Snowpoint City.

What made Ethan so peculiar was that he was terrible at handling Pokémon. Most Pokémon that he tried to interact with ran away from him most of the time. As a result, he grew up to dislike Pokémon, deciding that they were "weird monster creatures", and he would never find interest in watching Pokémon battles nor the Sinnoh League.

So, instead of going to Trainer School like his siblings, he went to study at regular academic schools. His parents frowned upon this. Being veteran Pokémon trainers, they wanted Ethan to be just like his siblings, who were getting ready to start their Pokémon trainer adventures. But they eventually learned to let Ethan do what he wanted to do, and so they were happy once he graduated high school with flying colors. He ended up going to college to study accounting. His studies would end up landing him a master's degree.

And with that, it wasn't hard for him to get a job as a generic accountant at an conveniently more generic office.

It was Ethan's first day of work.

Ethan looked at himself in the mirror, He was dressed in a neat tuxedo, with black threads and a red tie. His hair was slicked back, and his eyes were blue like the sky. His body was a medium-build, not too fat, but not too muscly either.

"This is it... this is your first day, accountant. Let's do this.." Ethan rumbled to himself before heading to the office. He let out a roar as he pushed the front door to his house wide open, running out to be greeted by the spring breeze. He closed the door behind him, proceeding to walk to his job.

Once he had arrived, he glanced at the huge office for the first time. It was so tall, it pierced the clouds in the sky. At least from his view.

After managing to tear his eyes away from the skyscraper, he stared at the automatic-door entrance for a good five minutes, before taking a deep breath and mustering up the courage to go inside.

He entered a large lobby that looked more like a small plaza, with a statue of the CEO in the middle. It was busy with businessmen and women walking and doing business alike, so it took Ethan a few minutes of walking around before he saw the front desk. He approached the woman sitting there, figuring that must be the front desk worker.

"Uh... excuse me?" was all that Ethan could manage to say, being a bit of a socially awkward person.

"Oh! Yes, can I help you?" The woman looked up at him, acknowledging his presence.

"Er... I'm a new accountant here.. it's my first day...?"

"Ah," The woman realized, "You must be Ethan Averillon, correct?"

"Yes, that's... me."

"Come with me, I'll bring you to your office."

Eventually, Ethan arrived at his office. He was thankful that he wasn't given a cubicle like the others, at least he had some privacy. He looked around the room, which was clean, had some bland, grayish tan colors, a few filing cabinets, and a desk with a functioning computer.

"This will be your office, Mr. Averillon. More details will be on that computer. The manager will be here soon to help you get settled and give you your work tasks, so sit tight! Don't worry, he's not gonna bite..."

"Nah, I won't. I'll be alright." Ethan took a seat at his new desk, holding up an "O.K" gesture as the woman left the office.

So, new job, new office, he thought. With a really good pay, too. He was full of hope, and he was ecstatic to start his new job.

It has been four years since that first day of work.

"I wish I took a better course in college..."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, and let out a loud sigh, exhausted from all the work.

Work as a senior business assistant was harsh, really harsh. He had very large bags under his eyes, showing just how tired he was from all the work. He had also put on quite some weight. Not only that, he practically gave up on trying to groom his hair, which had gotten disheveled over the past few years.

He cherished the weekends, because they were the only times he would get a break from the sweatshop work that he had. But it was never enough. Every Sunday he would wish that the break was a million years longer, but it would never happen, leaving him sulking.

Ethan had finally gotten his work for the week done, barely managing to keep himself straight as he dragged himself from his office to the elevator. It was Friday.

Ethan noticed a man wearing a blue polo and black slacks already in the elevator, and he instantly recognized the man. It was his co-worker, Nate.

Nate was one of the insurance agents of the company, the ones that have to deal with clients and all that. He was a black-haired man, and a short one too. He was also much younger than Ethan, and much to Ethan's annoyance, he acted much younger than his age.

"Another tough day, Eth?" Nate asked, once Ethan had gotten in the elevator.

"Mmhmm.." Ethan muttered, "and I told you not to call me that."

"Why? Eth sounds cute."

Nate was cut short by a slight punch to his side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"Dude, I had a horrible day, okay? I feel like I just tried to carry a wailord! Don't annoy me more, I'm stressed enough..." Ethan abruptly snapped, glaring at Nate with an annoyed expression.

"Alright! Alright..." Nate pressed the button heading for the ground level, settling in as the lift started descending.

"So... Ya gonna be busy tonight?" Nate asked.

"No.. I don't think so. I don't have much to do."

"You wanna go out for a drink? First shots on me, dude!" Nate perked up, childishly pulling out his wallet and wiggling it in Ethan's face.

Ethan couldn't help but snicker a little at this. "No, man, I think I want to keep my liver intact. Maybe another time?"

"What about bowling? You want to go bowling?"

"Oh Arceus, no. My arms will fall off!" Ethan shuddered at the thought of having to carry those heavy balls with the state his fatigued arms were in.

"Guh, sorry.. I forgot that you seniors have to do all that paperwork.." He suddenly looked a bit guilty.

"It's fine, Nate."

Ethan got off the elevator as soon as the lift arrived at ground level, bidding Nate farewell.

"Have a good weekend, Mrs. Amber.." Ethan grumbled loudly to the front desk woman.

"You too!" she hollered back.

Once outside the front doors, Ethan felt the chilly air. Spring was once again coming to an end, and he knew that winter was coming once again. Ethan wasn't excited about having another snow day. It only meant more shoveling snow out of the driveway for him, and that meant more work.

Ethan was glad that his house was only a five minute walk away from the office building, otherwise he would've gotten into an accident while trying to drive home. His arms were that sore. Plus, he loved that feeling as he saw his house getting closer and closer and bigger and bigger until he eventually made it to the front.

"Urgh..." Ethan grumbled as he literally stabbed his house key into the front door, pushing it open and then immediately collapsing onto the floor.

"Sweet home~" He was finally relieved, kissing the floor. It took a long time for him to muster the strength to get up.

He stretched himself out, enjoying the freedom he now had. He went to his bedroom to get off the work clothes he had thrown on to wear something that fitted more for house wear.

He put on a black t-shirt and brown shorts. He didn't care about how he looked, all he wanted was to rest his tired limbs.

Finally, he had a break from all the stress he had at work. Those dumb intellectuals, the yells of his boss, his co-workers annoying the crap out of him and most of all, the paperwork. He could feel his writing hand tense up from just the thought of it.

He fell onto his couch, watching whatever was on television. He didn't care what they said about "televisions fry brains", this was his time to relax.

"Aaah, finally~" He sighed of relief as his tense muscles rested against the soft cushions of his sofa.

His perfect moment of bliss was however interrupted by the sound of the doorbell; something Ethan loathed.

"Aw, no... Who could that be now? Why at the worst times..." With a groan, he managed to get off of the comfy sofa, and walk to the front door.

With one swift motion, he managed to unlock the door and immediately swing it open, revealing the visitor.

"Hey, Ethan!" A familiar, feminine voice hollered out. It was his sister, Gendol.

"Gendol? What are you doing here, visiting so soon?" Ethan managed to form a fake grin on his face, leaning on the door frame. "I thought you were going to Kalos to do what-cha-ma-call-it with Lance, yeah?" Gendol rolled her eyes at the mention of their older brother.

"Well, yeah, I'm going today, actually! I was on my way to pick up Lance, but then I found out..."

"What?" Ethan didn't like the way her tone shifted.

"It turns out I'm only allowed to bring 3 Pokémon with me on the trip."

"So?" He started to sweat.

"So," she grinned, "I've already chosen my team, but one's going to have to be left out.. That's why I'm here.. I need you to take care of one of my Pokémon for the weekend."

Gendol took out a pokéball from her belt, sending out the creature. Ethan saw what appeared to be a feline, bipedal white cat with navy blue fur around it's neck and head emerge from the ball. It had neatly groomed twin tails and furled ears. The most striking feature to Ethan were her eyes, which looked angry and shined with a gold yellow with red pupils. Much like his expression, which looked irritated all the time.

"Ethan, meet Meowstic. You'll be taking care of her."

Ethan could only stare in shock, looking at Gendol, and then the cat. He glanced back and forth repeatedly.

"You gotta be joking, right?" Ethan whimpered, "This has gotta be a joke. It's gotta be a joke.. Right?"

Ethan could only stare at Gendol, who Ethan swore had the most evil smile known to man, and then at Meowstic.

"Meow."