"Get out, I said!" These harsh words could be heard, even from outside the Elkins' House. "Get out of my house!"
"B- But, please-"
"No! Get out!"
The door to the house opened and out flew a teenage boy with brown hair and green eyes. He was wearing a pair of tan shorts and a black t-shirt. Shortly soon after, a backpack was thrown out next to him.
"I'm not gonna let a faggot live in my house," The harsh words were like venom injected straight into the boy's veins. The door was slammed shut and the boy was left outside, with nothing left.
"But- But I'm your son..." These were the only words he could manage to choke out before he brought his knees up to his chest and started balling his eyes out. He didn't understand. He was their kid and just because he was gay, they were going to throw him out like he was nothing but a stranger.
After what seemed like ages, he stood up and wiped the tears away from his eyes. He didn't know where to go. He didn't know what to do. So, he simply walked. He grabbed his backpack and began walking down the road, not sure of what he was going to do. And, as if the whole situation wasn't bad enough, it began to rain. The boy fled for shelter from the rain, finding a large tree to sit under and wait it out. He put his back to the sturdy trunk and brought his knees to his chest. He began crying again, not knowing what he was going to do.
His name was Izaya Elkins; A 15 year old from Pallet Town. And this was the beginning of his adventure.
Izaya sat underneath the tree throughout the night, thinking of what he could do with his life. He didn't understand what he had done wrong and he didn't know why he was being punished for being himself. All he knew was that he was all by himself now. He had no money, no food, no shelter. Nothing.
All that came from him now were small whimpers and sniffles as he tried to fight the urge to cry. He looked up at the night sky, staring at the stars with wonder. The heavens always fascinated him. How many other worlds could there be out there? And why did he have to end up on this one? These were the questions that plagued his mind almost every night.
Suddenly, he saw a shooting star. He knew it was mostly fable and tall tales, but he closed his eyes and prepared to make a wish.
"I wish," He began, "I wish that someone would accept me for who I am."
As soon as these words escaped his lips, he heard rustling from a nearby bush. He jumped, startled by the sound. He had always been scared of Pokemon. He stood, grabbing a nearby stick and holding it out in front of him, just in case of an attack. The bush rustled some more and out came a small canine-like Pokemon with orange and black fur.
"A- A Growlithe?" Izaya questioned the Pokemon. He knew that they were used as police dogs often, but he had never seen one outside of an officer's vision.
The Growlithe growled at Izaya as if pondering whether or not the boy was a threat. Izaya noticed that Growlithe's fur had been matted down from the rain.
"You just want to get out of the rain, huh, boy?" Izaya asked, as if he was really expecting an answer from the Pokemon, "Well, that's okay. I guess we can share this tree." He put the stick down slowly as to not alert the Growlithe and then proceeded to sit down where he was before.
The Growlithe seemed to glare at Izaya for a few seconds and then walked in a circle before laying down on the ground beneath the cover of the tree.
Izaya eyed the Growlithe carefully, making sure that it wasn't going to attack. Once he was sure that Growlithe was no threat, he closed his eyes, hoping to get some sleep for the night.
-.-
The next morning Izaya opened his eyes, squinting at the sight of the bright sun. He yawned, stretching his arms as he did so. And that's when he saw it- Growlithe had managed to rest his head on Izaya's lap at some point throughout the night. He smiled, not really knowing how to react. It was at this point that he noticed that Growlithe had a bulletproof vest on that read, "K9 UNIT." Izaya raised an eyebrow, wondering how Growlithe managed to escape from the Police Academy or why he had escaped.
Without warning, Growlithe raised it's head and growled at Izaya, almost as if it knew what the boy was thinking.
"I- It's okay," Izaya said, "I was just wondering why you left."
Growlithe quit growling at Izaya and lowered it's head back onto Izaya's lap, almost as if it was saying it didn't want to talk about it.
"I don't have a home either, ya know?" Izaya talked to Growlithe, "I'm all alone now, just like you."
Growlithe lifted it's head and looked at Izaya.
"I don't suppose you want to go back to the Police Force, do you?" Izaya asked.
Growlithe seemed to know what Izaya had asked because it immediately stood and backed up, shaking it's head 'no' and whining.
"No, no, it's okay, it's okay," Izaya said, trying to soothe the Pokemon and calm it down, "It's just that- I don't want to go back home either. And I was wondering if you wanted to keep me company?"
Once again Growlithe seemed to understand Izaya and proceeded to walk back to the boy and returned to resting his head on his lap.
"I'll take that as a yes," Izaya laughed, placing a hand on Growlithe's head and petting the Pokemon.
"You know," Izaya began, "I should probably give you a name."
Growlithe didn't react to this, showing that he didn't care.
"I know!" Izaya shouted excitedly, causing the Growlithe to jump up, "I'll call you Argos."
Growlithe seemed to roll it's eyes.
Izaya smiled, standing up. "Well, Argos, there's not much to do besides keep moving on. We'll keep moving until we figure out what we wanna do with our lives. And then who knows what we'll accomplish!"
Izaya grabbed his backpack and began walking, Argos following right beside him. Little did he know, this was just the first step in the beginning of many great adventures that awaited him and Argos.