A/N first public fanfic and first bit of writing in quite a while.

later chapters are longer I typed this up on my phone while on holiday.

1: prologue

It is often that a person's environment defines a lot of their personality or so I read...somewhere I could well believe it at that point in my life. My environment was far too commutable and As such my personality had developed to those ends.

It was one of those cold; cold days in March, a day where the rain decides to fall not for a while but for eternity determined to drench anything not under substantial cover. To alleviate the downpour somewhat I had a large umbrella that sat idly on my shoulder as I walked.

It was while heading through the last few fields on my way home that I encountered something strange a solitary Growlithe lay in the path its coat soaked through, the water must have been taking its toll as it looked weak. As I moved around it I was surprised as it struggled after me, walking unsteadily under the burden of the torrents of rain.

I was used to being around Pokemon, my thoughts going to the Vulpix that was probably occupying my bed, a ball of maroon fur with two small ears and six tails. In contrast this Growlithe was a mess of dirty and sodden fur most of it a dark orange with tufts of white and black stripes on its back.

I carried on walking as the Growlithe struggled on it seemed to be trying to keep under the shadow of my umbrella, I turned around the canine just stared at me

"Stop following me"

I turned back and continued behind me came a series of yips and barks.

Shortly after I trudged through the door of my home after a short and uneventful conversation with my parents I arrived in my room. Vulpix who was as predicted lying on my bed poked its head up yawned then lay back down, I picked her up and sat her on my knees it's warm body radiating across the room. It lay happily as I scratched its head.

Later on as I had returned to my room after getting a drink the small fox-like Pokemon was stood staring out of my bedroom window, I playfully poked one of its tails that stood alert and it turned round with a look that screamed

"This is not play time" the expression shocked me and I joined it looking outside.

The storm has gotten much more intense and a pang of guilt ran through my mind although it wasn't obvious why (At the time). I lifted the little fox off the window sill and set her down on my bed and then climbed under the covers myself.

"Night" I muttered and Vulpix replied I slowly drifted off to sleep, with no idea what was just around the corner.