A/N: Hey guys, Star is back with a new fanfic!
This is based off two OC's - Rylan the Whimsicott (which is not mine. The Whimsicott is from Destined Meltdowns) and Soul the Latias (which is mine.)

This should keep people busy as I finish Beyblade:Twin Legends chapter 6 (or is it 7? I lost count XD)

Anyways, here's the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Satoshi Tajiri's idea of Pokemon nor do I own Rylan.

Cotton of the Soul

Chapter 1: Heart's Warming Eve

A Whimsicott hid in the bushes. He wasn't one to socialize much with others. After all he's been through anyways, would like to make no contact with other Pokemon at all.

The Whimsicott's name was Rylan. When he was younger, he was caged and abused by people who forced him to fight other Pokemon to the death. He never knew his parents and he obtained many a scar during that gruesome period.

However, what no one knew except the other Pokemon, was Rylan's very strategic mindset. He would make up plans to avoid getting himself killed when facing other Pokemon, which made him learn excellent moves. Though his captors caught on quickly, he still continued with this act of being an elite tactician.

One night, Rylan made a plan to escape. The result was successful and he was even able to free the other captives.

So now here he was in White Forest, a pleasant place with peace and sunshine abound. Hopefully, he would spend the rest of his days here in relative ease...

Suddenly he saw a legendary appear from the bushes. A Latias to be percise. A shiny Latias actually. Rylan then wondered if there were others in hiding like he was.

Soul had appeared right out of the bushes. She had been just picking berries and filled her entire home with them almost. She sniffed the air. Another Pokemon was here.

'Grass type,' Soul thought. 'Cotton perhaps?'

She looked in the direction of a Whimsicott. So that was the scent she had picked up.

The Whimsicott started to roll off in fright in the woods.

"W-wait, little one!" Soul shouted, flying after it. "I mean no harm!"

The Whimsicott stopped and it looked up at her with one tiny, frightened eye.

"It's alright, I won't hurt you," Soul whispered to it. She saw numerous scars on its body, ranging in a variety of lengths and sizes.

Soul gasped and asked, "How did you get those scars?"

"Battles," the Whimsicott stated quietly, barely above a whisper. Soul could tell this Whimsicott male by his voice.

"Oh, you poor thing," Soul said, picking up the Whimsicott and hugged it. "My name's Soul."

Soul felt the Whimsicott flinch just a little, but responded, "I'm Rylan."

"That's a pretty name," Soul said. A drop of water hit her head and soon enough it was raining hard.

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Soul asked, her fur already soaked.

"S-sure, Soul," Rylan answered. Even his cotton fluff around him was starting to get soggy with water.

Soul picked up Rylan in her claws and with a quick, "Hold on tight," the two were off.

And thus, this encounter started a new found bond was beginning to form.

A/N: AND I am finished! Yes it was quite short, but it'll be longer in later chapters(this is beginning to sound cliche XD)

So, hope you like it! Read and Review!

~Star's Harmonious Blaze