Alone Little Pokemon
A/N: Decided to do a short story about a little homeless pokemon. I did this because of a challenge that someone had made.
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, who actually thinks I do?
His stomach was growling as he walked the empty streets. Day after day it was the same exact thing for the little one. Day after day, it would scrounge around for food but find nothing. Its little bones were visible through its brown skin and fur almost to the point of looking like a skeleton.
With his head bowed and his nose at work he kept on searching. Not knowing how to fend for himself, he didn't know what else to do. He kept on walking until he smelled it, that delicious smell of food just wafting in the air, calling to him, wanting him to come close. He followed it through the streets and stopped at a building near by. A nice looking and welcoming house, one he never knew, one that never existed for him. Not in the wild and not in the place humans would call 'home'.
He jumped up ignoring the small drops of rain that began to fall from the dark and gloomy sky, and landed on the window sill where that delicious smell was coming from. As he looked in he saw it there, looking tasty and good. There was a Pokemon; a small little guy just like him, curled up in a little ball of fluff, but he seemed different. The Pokemon in there was far different from the one outside whose hunger was multiplying as each second passed, yes, far different.
That little one inside, whose trainer had appeared with the scrumptious food, had it all. Things that the one outside, the one looking in had never even dreamed he would have. The little one never had a home, or a loving trainer. It had never had a mother either; ever since it came out of its egg and opened its eyes he had seen nothing but emptiness. No matter how much he cried, no matter how much he crawled and looked for someone, anyone to feed him, to help him, he could not find a living soul. He was alone all his life, the short 5 days that he had lived thus far were nothing but empty shells that came and left.
His stomach growled again, and so did he. He looked in with anger and tears brimming in his eyes, a glare directed at the little one inside who was now eating that dinner, that dinner that he would never taste. "Oei!" He yelled as he tackled the window, but all it did was push him back and make him fall hard on the now wet and cold cement of the sidewalk. His legs trembled as he tried to stand up; he moved forward and thought of it all.
Why couldn't he be as lucky as the rest? Why did he have to be left alone, with no one to care, no one to love him? Tears were now running down his cheeks and landing on the floor only to be mixed with those of the rains. He still smelled it, that food that was never meant for him, that would never be meant for him. The poor Pokemon couldn't stand it any longer; it gritted its teeth and shut its eyes as it bolted out into the street. Why did he have to suffer? Why did no one care? He opened his eyes at a glaring light that disrupted his thoughts; he stopped as he saw the vehicle coming his way. His eyes wide with shock, his legs paralyzed… Why?