I felt alive. The night was my natural habitat. Or…well that's what I want to believe, I suppose it was mostly the teen angst in me.

I felt an unnatural giddiness as I walked down the suburban streets of Littleroot Town. Rounding the corner I found my destination.

Music pounded and lights flashed from a seemingly normal house. A couple of teens stumbled out side, giggling to themselves, probably drunk. The party seemed to be in full swing.

Though I wouldn't know…I have never been to one.

I reached the steps in what seemed like an instant. My nerves were acting up; I started playing with the minimized pokeball in my pocket.

Raising my hand to knock, I hesitated.

'What's the worst that can happen?'

I proceeded with the knock. It took a couple of seconds, but someone answered.

I recognized him from school, his name was Charlie Greene an A class asshole in my opinion, but he was friends with most everybody at the school. Girls found him handsome, with his feathered light brown hair, deep brown eyes, athletic build and pearly white teeth. I just thought he was a douche.

I gripped the pokeball.

His initial smile turned to a frown.

"Why are you here?" He asked, distaste in his voice.

"I came for the party."

He let out a laugh, as if it were some big joke. Then he realized I wasn't kidding.

"You're serious?"

I nodded.

Chuckling to himself, he held open the door.

"Alright." He says.

I walk in smiling to myself.

'Maybe I can make some friends…'

Then Charlie let out a long high pitched whistle. The music stopped, the door closed shut, and every one turned and stared. The admiral Ackbar in me screamed "IT'S A TRAP"

But I held to the small piece of optimistic hope that it wasn't.

"Check it out! Dog boy showed up! He wants to party!" Charlie yelled out.

My peers let out a laugh as if it were some great joke. They too soon realized it wasn't.

'Maybe not…'

An awkward silence followed.

"Here have a drink!" Some one yelled from the crowd. Who ever it was threw a beer can and it hits me in the face. It hurts, but I won't show them this.

Keeping my cool I pick up the can, open it and take a drink.

"Thanks." I say.

Others started joining in on the harassment, after that, it was like I poured gasoline onto a fire.

"Get lost dog boy!"

"Freak!"

"He might give me flees."

"He smells like wet dog…Gross."

'This was a mistake.'

I feel an iron hand grip my shoulder, it must have been Charlie, the door opened and I was flung outside; hitting my head hard on the concrete. Dazed I sat up. Charlie was joined by three other meat heads. He smirked down at me; I could hear an array of laughs come from inside, then the music resumed.

"What did you think was going to happened dog boy? Hmm? You would make friends? No one likes you. Get lost before we catch your rabies." Charlie hissed. His words stung like acid. His meat head friends laughed at the verbal abuse.

I grit my teeth, and he re-entered the house, joining the party and his friends.

"ARG!" I screamed.

Out of anger I threw the beer can that I had miraculously held onto, at the house. It hit the front door and exploded its liquid upon it. With that I walked away.

'I just wanted to make friends…'

I touched my nose; it was trickling blood, from when I was hit by the can. Grazing the back of my head with my finger tips I could feel a bump forming.

'Some good it did me.'

I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and walked off.

Calming down a bit, I realized I was wondering around the town. It being past curfew I figured this was bad; I didn't want to get caught. Then again I didn't want to go home.

'Suppose it's the hangout spot then'

I broke out into a light jog, soon I was leaving town and coming upon the forest entrance. Slowing I entered with a brisk walk. After a bit of a walk and departing from the main root I reached my destination.

It was an average oak tree, except it was altered; on a couple of the sturdier branches was a relatively small tree house. At the moment this was better than home.

I quickly scaled the tree and entered the small wooden room. It was littered with magazines, empty chip bags and CD cases. In the middle of the mess was a beanbag chair, next to it was a battery powered portable speaker with an Mp3 Player port.

I slumped into the chair, and then fished my Mp3 out of my pocket, placing it into the port. Before starting it I pulled the pokeball from my pocket. Un-minimized it and plopped it onto the floor. After a flash of light, Flint occupied space.

The mightyena trotted forward and rested himself on my lap. He licks my hand softly, comforting me. I stroked his fur and turned on the music.

'Who needs friends? As long as I have Flint'

"Thanks Flint..." I whisper as he drifts of into sleep.

I grab a bag of chips from my secret stash, open it and for the rest of the night I ate chips and listened to music.

At one point I must have fallen asleep, because before I knew it I was woken up by the sound of bird pokemon chirping.

Flint had climbed off me at a point as well to go sleep in his pile of blankets. I stood up and cracked my back, it was mildly sore from sleeping on the beanbag. I was used to it though.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time.

'7:40. Fuck I'm going to be late.'

"Flint!"

The mightyena lifted his head, acknowledging his name. Slowly he stood up, then matched that speed with his walk.

Worry crept up on me.

'Could he be hurt?'

I pushed that thought out of my head. I grabbed his pokeball of the floor then returned him. I minimized his ball then put it in my pocket.

I grabbed my extra backpack, stuffing it with bags of chips and pokemon kibble. Then slinging it over my arm I was ready to go.

Soon I climbed down the tree and took off for school; certain that I was going to be late.

Evidently I was correct. I was late, by at least ten minutes.

Though it wasn't much use, I sprinted down the halls, stopping at my locker to gather my things; I finally reached my first period class.

I barged in, purely accidental, I had opened the door with a little bit to much force.

Before the slam of the door and wall meeting each other I heard the teacher.

"So to welcome the new student lets…." She said, before getting interrupted by a loud slam.

It took a second for everyone to realize what had happened. I had just perfect timing.

'This won't end well.'

The class interrupted in laughter. I pulled my hood over my head, and averted my gaze to the floor.

"Take your seat please." The teacher more or less demanded. I brushed past the other person in-front of the class. I didn't know them, so it must have been the new student. My peripheral vision identified there gender as female.

I walked down the isle and made my way towards my desk.

"Why are you late dog boy?" Someone asked.

'Fuck you'

"Probably got the snip snip." Another says.

'Fuck you too'

Ignoring them I take my seat, and then bury my head into my arm. The teacher continues with her sentence, but I block her out making it just useless sounds in my head.

Pulling my ear phones out, I put them in and turn on my Mp3. Turning up the music; now I was fully spaced out.

There is a tapping on my shoulder; I lift my head to find a girl. I don't recognize her; she must be the exchange student.

She was shorter than me, with mousy features. Her hair was blonde and cut short, falling past her ears slightly and separating in the front to expose her forehead. Fear was in the corner of her green eyes, glimmering slightly. Taking a peak I noticed her bust wasn't much either, maybe a b cup, at the best.

She is quite cute actually.

'She probably wants to poke fun too…Whatever'

I pull the ear phones out and give her my attention.

"Uh…I just wanted to tell you that the period is over."

'Her voice is adorable…so cute.'

"Uh…Thanks…" I mutter under my breath.

"I figured someone had to tell you."

Realizing her words, I find that we are the only ones in the classroom. All the other students were gone, as well as the teacher. It was her free period so she was probably in the lab.

'Why is this girl so nice?'

I scoop my bag off the floor and sling it over my shoulder as I stand up.

"Sorry for causing you trouble…" I say.

I silently walk away.

"It's no problem." She says following me.

I find my hand sliding into my pocket, rolling Flint's ball in-between my fingers.

I walk a bit faster, she matches my pace.

'Why is she following me?'

"Why are you following me?" I ask.

She stops walking. I slow my pace a bit.

"I'm not following you. My next class is biology." She says with a laugh.

I blush from embarrassment.

'Crap! She might think I am weird.'

"Sorry." I mumble.

"Don't be. Just a misunderstanding." She says coolly.

'She thinks I'm weird and is pitting me'

"I happen to have biology next as well… Who is you teacher?" I ask.

"There is only one biology teacher at this school…."

I feel my face become hot, probably bright pink too.

'Great, now she thinks I am stupid…'

"Oh yeah…" I say dumbly.

She let out a giggle.

"Come on lets go."

"Ok…" I whisper.

And so putting the misunderstandings behind us we went to biology.

The bell rang, lunch started. Three periods had passed since meeting that girl. I realized that I hadn't asked for her name, even though I told her mine.

'Ah well…probably not going to talk to her again.'

I waited for the rest of the class to leave ahead of me. This way I effectively avoided childish insults. A couple of seconds after the last student left, I grabbed my bag and walked out.

Walking against the crowd I made my way towards the bathrooms. I entered the boy's restroom at the end of the hall. Opening the stall in the corner of the room, I stepped on the toilet hoisting myself up to the long window. Pushing it open I pulled my body through, and then dropped down onto a flat ledge underneath the window sill.

Being on the second floor of the school it was the roof for one of the English classes below. I'm not sure which. I walked over to the angle where the walls meet. I check to make sure I wasn't being watched and then place my body in a spider crawl position in-between the two walls. Slowly I made my way up until I reached the third floor barrier.

'Don't look down.'

Tilting my head to the right I set my sights on a window sill not three feet away. I took a deep breath.

'Don't fall this time.'

I jumped, arms stretched out wards, hands open. The sensation of gravity forcing me down was frightening, deterring my attempt a little. My fingers dug themselves in to the worn wood. I let my self hang for a little while, taking a breath. I lifted myself up and balanced my knee on the small sill, letting the other dangle. I pushed the window open and entered the room

It was the school storage room, filled with the supplies and sorts; it is normally locked from the hallway and people normally don't come in her during lunch. Thus I made it my secret hideout.

Walking through the darkness I made my way to the door, next to it was the light switches. I flipped them on then tossed my back pack onto a box of papers. Opening it I took out the bag of kibble and pulled out one of Flint's bowls that I had stashed away. I poured in the food then set it on the ground.

I then let him out of his pokeball. He slowly walked to the bowl and began to eat.

'Could he be sick…He has been like this for a while.'

I grab the bag of chips, open it and sit down cross legged next to Flint. I pet him softly behind the ears as he eats. I munch on the chips lost in thought.

'I will take him to the vet after school.'

Flint's ears perk up; he turns his head towards the door. I follow his gaze, the handle begins to jiggle.

'Crap…If I get caught that will definitely mean trouble.'

I scoop up the food and hide it behind a box of paper. I fish out his ball and quickly return him; and then hide in the corner of the room. I tucked in and tried to make my body as small as possible.

Then I remembered.

'SHIT, I left my bag in the open and the lights are on. I'm fucked.'

The door opens; I tuck my head in and pretend I'm not there.

"Strange. The lights are on." Says a feminine voice.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Don't notice the bag, please don't notice the bag.'

"Oh a bag….." The voice says, discovering my bag.

'Damn it.'

I hear shuffling, who ever it was, was searching through my bag.

"Is someone here?"

'NO, no one is here go away.'

My arms are starting to cramp up; I don't dare risk a shuffle to re-position them.

"Must be my imagination."
There is more movement and the sound of a box being picked up.

"Better turn off the light." She says.

The light turns off, and the door opens then closes.

'She is gone.'

"Whew." I breathe as I stand up.

The light turns on. I look up to see…that girl.

"AHA! There was someone! Oh…It's you!" that girl says, somewhat shocked.

'Shit! She probably thinks I am uber weird now...'

"Don't tell the teachers…." I whisper.

"What? Speak up!"

"Please, don't tell the teachers." I say.

She laughs.

'Yep, she thinks I'm weird.'

"You're weird!" She says with a giggle.

I deflate a little.

"I can't believe you fell for that! It's almost unbelievable!" She says still laughing.

'Well death seems to be the only option.'

I shuffle my feet towards the window and then push it open, sling my foot over the side.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"Leaving." I mutter.

'Too much embarrassment for one day.'

"Through the window? What are you suicidal?"

'A little.'

"No…I felt like I had to leave." I say.

"You don't have too go. Stay and explain."

"Uh…..ok…"

'Could this be a trap?'

"So why are you in here?" She asks.

"I have no where else to go to during lunch; this place is solitary and close to my fifth period class." I explain.

"Don't you have friends to hang out with during lunch?"

'No….no I don't.'

Ignoring the question I pull out the bowl of kibble from the stash spot and let out Flint so he can finish eating.

"Oh…."

"Please…just don't tell anybody." I say.

"I'll be right back don't leave!" She says after grabbing a box of printer paper. She then rushes out of the door, closing it behind her.

'She is different.'

I pull out my bag of chips and a magazine from my bag and sit cross legged on the ground. Munching on the food as I read.

'Recently, four Hoenn gymleaders have resigned from their positions to farther there ambitions. These include Brawly, Winona, Flannery, and Juan.' I read.

The door opens again.

She had returned, carrying a lunch pail.

"Sorry I took so long…" She huffed, out of breath.

'Did she run? Why?'

"No problem." I say.

"Oh is he yours?" She asked, referring to Flint. She then takes a seat next to me.

I nod.

"His name is Flint."

"I didn't know your pokemon were aloud out at school." She said wondering.

"They aren't, but we aren't supposed to be in the storage room either."

She chuckles.

"You're funny."

'I am? Who would have thought.'

"I guess I'll bring my pokemon tomorrow to keep Flint company." She opens her lunch and pulls out a sandwich.

"If you're coming back, I guess I need to know your name." I say.

"Hahahahaha! You're really funny!"

'I wish it was a joke.' I find my face turning hot; this girl caused me a lot of embarrassment…

"I wasn't paying attention when the teacher introduced you…"

"Oh…well you should have said so sooner!"

'I'm not used to talking to other humans…'

"My name is Cathleen, but my friends call me Cathy."

"It's nice to meet you Cathleen…" I say, offering a small smile afterwards and receiving one in return.

I have to admit, I didn't dread that lunch period.

'CLANG'

It was the sound of my body being smashed into a row of lockers.

I slid down the doors slowly, cringing in the pain it brought.

"What the fuck dog boy?" The familiar voice of Charlie Greene.

'What did I do now?'

"Yeah what the fuck?" his two buddies mimicked.

I stare at them, with out a clue.

"Last night after you left, suspiciously the police showed up. The party was ruined, my parents are pissed because they have to pay a public disturbance fine and I am almost certain that it was you." He accused.

"I didn't call the cops."

"And I didn't just do this." He says before standing me up then delivering a elbow to my stomach.

"Hahaha! Hit him again!" His imbecile of a friend cheered.

Charlie obliged, hitting me in the jaw. I tasted blood in my mouth.

"Want another? Tell me the truth!" Charlie demanded.

Anger built itself in my chest, acting as a building block, layering its self over and over again.

"No." I say, breathing hard.

He punches me again, this time near my eye.

"Tell me!"

"No."

He punches me again.

The anger had reached its peak.

I lift my head and look him in the eye.

"Don't hit me again." I hiss.

Charlie takes a step back.

"You're a fucking freak! This isn't over, let's go." He said before retreating down the hall, his buddies in tow.

The nearest classroom door opens and a teacher opens the door.

"What's all the noise?" She whines in a high pitched voice.

"It was nothing."

'Nothing at all.'

School had ended, most of the students had left, and I was doing the same until I was stopped by the dumb trio. Flint was still on my mind, but it was getting late, most if not all pokemon vet centers in Littleroot had already closed.

'I don't really want to sleep in the hideout again…home it is'

I walked a ways from the school, entering the labyrinth of suburbia. Turning down the narrow streets, cutting through a couple hedges, and moving through someone's backyard I made my way to my front porch.

The house it self wasn't anything special. In fact it was just like every other house on the street. A two story, nineties style house, built close to the other houses so that there would be as minimal amounts of privacy as possible. The only distinguishable feature was the rather large pine tree growing in the back yard.

My father had made sure to include this single tree to be kept when the building process had begun many years ago. So his children could distinguish there house. He was an city architect. Things have changed from that time however.

Opening the door to a dark vacant house was the primary reason why I resented it. I flick on the lights and close the door behind me and drop my bag onto the floor. I let Flint out of his pokeball and he trots of somewhere.

Pictures of my family covered the walls and open corner spaces of the hard furniture. Happy memories all of them, I pause at the family portrait. A younger version of me, around the age of four, sat happily in my mother's lap, my father stood behind her and my sister to the right of him.

Everyone was smiling.

I still don't see the resemblance between me and them.

I push that out of my head, and go to the kitchen. Opening the fridge I pull out a can of soda and the only nutritional food in it; a half eaten bag of jerky. I set the can on the counter and pick up the phone after placing a piece of jerky into my mouth. I chewed slowly as I dialed the buttons. Seconds passed, and I had swallowed the food. A machine answers the phone.

"Hello, this is Littleroot Veterinarian Clinic, if you would like to set up and appointment press one, if you have questions and need to talk to a doctor at this moment press 2…"

I pull my ear away from the phone and press one.

"No vet is going to fix what Flint has."

I look up, to find a familiar sight.

"Sis? When did you get home?"

"I just landed. Hang up the phone; I need to talk to you."

I press the end call button, hanging up on the machine.

"Sit." She says motioning towards the kitchen table and the two chairs. I take one she takes the other.

She looks a lot like our mother. Chocolate brown hair, loose and free flowing wavy; draping over her eyes, falling past her shoulders. Her eyes a calm hazel, knowing. She held herself in a refined manner. Despite the dirt smudges and scraps that covered her arms and cheeks.

"It's about Flint…He is dying." She says.

"No he isn't."

"Yes, he is. Flint is old. Dad had him when he was still training…" She tried.

"No. Flint is fine."

"I noticed it last time I visited. He is getting slower… Hesitating to do things he used to normally do. His hair is turning white…He is old."

"NO!" I denied.

'It isn't true, Flint is immortal.'

"He barely has the strength to move…I bet the only reason he is hanging on so much is so he won't leave you alone. I give him a month."

"NO, FUCK YOU. How would you know Jennie? You're only here for days at a time every two months or so! To be a damn trainer! You're twenty-four for gods' sake! When will you grow up? What the fuck do you know?" Tears are streaming down my face, and my chest is hot with anger.

Jennie is silent.

She stands up and walks towards the stairs that are just outside the stairs.

She pauses.

"You know…I didn't come home to talk about Flint…I am leaving for six months, just thought I would let you know." She heads up to her room to turn in for the night.

'Good riddance.'

For some reason I couldn't bring myself to call the vet again.

-One Month Later-

(Lunch period)

"You always read those training magazines! Why is that?" Cathy asks as she enters the storage room.

Flint is in the corner of the room taking a nap.

"I dunno…just do." I answer.

"Could it be that you secretly want to be a trainer?" She says joking.

"You know that I don't."

'I should stop lying.'

"Ah well…" She pulls a pokeball from her bag and sends out its contents. A flareon joins the group.

The female flareon walks over to the sleeping Flint and gives him a light lick on the nose. Waking him up, he gives a soft lick back.

"Ah Flint and Mitzi's relationship is so cute! I find it romantic that pokemon can love each other despite age!" She gushed.

"You know they say that pokemon reflect there trainer's feelings…" She says.

I look up from my magazine, Cathy is blushing.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothing."

Her gaze falters and looks towards the open window.

"Did you enter through the window again? What have I told you! What if you get hurt?"

"Ok mom."

"You know I liked it better when you didn't talk so much."

Lunch passes. And with a blink of an eye school ends.

I am waiting for Cathy by the front gate of the school; she is running late, we were supposed to go get ice cream twenty minutes ago

'Maybe something happened…'

I walk back into the court yard, resolved on finding her.

There I see Cathy exiting the math building.

"Hey stranger!"

"What took so long?"

"Oh nothing, some girls hid my stuff. It's all ok now!"

"Ready to go?" I ask.

She nods and we set off.

'Who would take her stuff? Why would they? Could it be because of me?'

After a bit of walking, we had reached the ice cream parlor. It was located in the center of town, a popular little place where everybody goes to enjoy a delicious treat. During summer I would visit this place daily then take a walk down to the forest entrance, or maybe go fishing in the creek not a half mile from this spot.

I snagged us an outside table and sat down while Cathy went inside the small parlor to order a couple cones.

After a couple minutes she exits the store cones in hand.

"It's such a nice day!" She says with a smile handing me my cone.

I take it.

"Yeah it is." I agree.

I pull Flint's pokeball from my pocket and let him out. Immediately he plops onto his belly. Cathy lets out Mitzi and the flareon copies Flint by plopping to the ground.

"Soooooo cute!"

I shrug, and then pat Flint on the head. Idle chitchat ensued for the next thirty minutes.

Then Mitzi began to yip, franticly.

"What is it girl?"

Mitzi starts pawing at Flint, he isn't breathing.

'No…'

"He was very old…it is amazing that he stayed alive for this long." The doctor explains.

I am numb, I feel Cathleen's hand intertwine with mine, offering her comfort.

"I am sorry for your loss…" The doctor says before leaving the room.

That night had been an emotional turmoil. For the past several hours the veterinarians had done everything they could to save Flint. The clinic being down the street from the parlor, I had rushed Flint there.

I didn't cry, not once.

'Why? Why can't I express this…this…horrible feeling?'

They cremate his body, storing his ashes in a silver yearn, it isn't anything special.

'He deserved better.'

My hand creeps its way into my pocket, and then begins to roll Flint's pokeball in between its fingers.

I slightly recall Cathleen walking me home, but after that it's a blur.

Somehow I managed to sleep.

That morning I woke up with a hollow sensation pitting itself in my stomach. There was no good morning yip from Flint, no more thick fur to pet, there was no one. I am alone. Truly alone.

My phone beeps; it is a text from Cathleen.

'Are you ok? Need me to do anything? I am here for you.' I read silently.

'Alone, I am alone.'

I drop the phone and walk down stairs. Flint's yearn sits delicately on the front mantle piece in the living room. His pokeball is still in my pocket, I roll it in the palm of my hand.

Then I left. And I didn't look back.

"Young man you look horrible are you ok?" The nurse squealed in shock.

"Yes ma'am. Where am I?"

"Old dale pokemon center."

"May I apply for a trainer's license please?"

"Why of course! We need to do some paper work…are you sure you are ok? What's your name honey?"

"My name….my name is Eric. Eric Kirk." I answer.

Author's Note: Heyooo! I'm 2lax4u for those who don't know me! And this is the first chapter of Champion of Fang. Apart of the Champion series I hope to make. This is an SYOC fic so I hope for some good entries! Remember just because you submit doesn't mean I will accept the OC. The form is on my account, feel free to browse my other stuff n' stuff. Please do not submit in the review section, PM me all OCS. Thank you.

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-2Lax4U