[I do not own Pokemon or any of their characters and whatnot. I do however own Thomas.]
~I'm making this fanfiction for a number of reasons but the main two is because there's really no fanfictions between a trainer and a sylveon and to just blow off some creative steam. This is my first fanfic btw so if the pacing is weird (or just plain bad) that's why. This fanfic is going to be sort of a fluff type thing for the first couple chapters and I'm still on the fence on whether I want it to be a lemon or not. We'll see I guess.~
Chapter 1
The end
Today was the day he was going to do it. Thomas grabbed his supplies, stuffed them in his grey and yellow bag, got some water and left. He knew the walk was going to long but it didn't matter. He had been planning on doing this for a while now but he decided now would be as good a time as any. As he closed the door behind him he wondered if he should lock it or not, after all, he was going to be gone for a while. He decided he'd just leave it unlocked.
Today was a nice day, cool enough for his skin to be cold but with the sun out, without a cloud to be seen, so it warmed him up at the same time. Thomas loved that feeling. He wondered if it would be like this again tomorrow. A lot of thoughts were going through his mind but he decided to ignore them all and to just start walking. He didn't have a set destination other than out of town. He wanted to be out of city and commotion that came with it. He liked the silence and ambiance that came with being out of the city. It calmed his nerves like rain on a stormy night, another thing he enjoyed. As he walked he ended up thinking of the little things he did enjoy and started second guessing himself but he persisted on.
Thomas had been living on his own for a while now. When he was younger he decided being a trainer wasn't something he wanted to do. He actually never really quite knew what he wanted to be so he just took what he could get which was enough to get him through life but not very contented with himself. He never had anything against pokemon but, in truth, he was just scared of responsibility. That was one of his main weak points along with procrastinating. He always put tasks aside to the point where he could almost never accomplish them anymore or ended up doing said tasks so late that it almost wasn't worth it anymore. That's why he never wanted to be a trainer or wanted a pokemon as a pet, in fear of neglecting his partner to the point where it either didn't like him any more or just flat out kicked the bucket from starvation or something.
Finally getting to a point where things started to not be familiar anymore, Thomas noted he had been walking for a while. He dug out his water bottle, opened it, and sipped a bit out. Feeling a little better, he decided to scout out a specific area he wanted to use. With the city at least a mile or two behind him now, there was a lightly wooded area on both sides of him now so he decided to go off the beaten path and stroll through the slightly shaded area. Thomas used to live out in an area like this and remembered just how much he liked walking through all the flora. He loved the smell of all the nature around him. There was nothing wrong with the smell of where he lived but out here was just so much more fragrant.
Eventually, he came upon a small stream. Not quite small enough to be a creek but not quite big enough to be a full blown river. It reminded him of the one he would visit with his friend back when they lived close to each other. He followed it for a while, taking in the browned and yellowed scenery caused by the cold touch of the fall time, not knowing that something was also following him.
Finishing his bottle, he pushed it back into his backpack, although he wondered how much that would matter in a couple hours. Thomas never was a super "keep the planet green" kind of guy but he could also never bring himself to just throw his empty bottle or other various trash items onto the ground. He was always taught to not do that so it felt wrong to do anything with trash other than throw it in a trash can. He knew it would eventually just end up in a landfill a week later anyway but hey, at least landfills are either discrete or well out of view. Thomas noticed that since he left it had become a bit overcast and with the sun being blocked out now he was starting to get cold so he unraveled his jacket sleeves to help better warm himself. Thomas likes the cold. Not the initial uncomfortableness of being chilled but the act of warming himself to become comfortable. Today was one of those days where it wasn't so cold that you need several layers of heavy, furred jackets but just one over a t-shirt to be comfortable. After pulling his sleeves down he felt better and continued his journey.
After he found a suitable spot for his activity he decided to just relax for a bit, after all, he had been walking for a couple hours now. At first, he was a little aggravated for finishing his water so early in his journey but after rummaging through his bag he found that past-him decided to give him a little reward for his hard efforts and saw that he had indeed packed a second bottle. Feeling relaxed and calmed by the atmosphere of his surroundings, he started second-guessing himself again. He thought of all the nice things he enjoyed that he noticed on his way here that he starting thinking if this is really him, something he'd want to do. As he was wondering this he also remembered how utterly alone he was. Not just the fact that he was literally out in the woods by himself but that he was never really close with anyone.
When Thomas was growing up his family was always there but there were never really there for him. Sure he never went to bed hungry or hurt but his family never showed any kind of affection. It wasn't like they were trying to be mean or inconsiderate, it just wasn't something they did growing up. They never hugged after a long day or said "I love you" at night or anything like that. And for that reason, Thomas never had girlfriends or anything of the sort going through school. He had friends but no one to ever have serious feelings for. Instead of trying to constantly get with people, like the students around him always seemed to be doing, he did the opposite. He never tried to hook up with anyone and politely declined anyone that wanted to be with him. After undergoing so many years of never dealing with endearment, by the time he got to high school he didn't even try to be somebody's special someone because he just thought he was incapable.
Thinking about all the years of loneliness and how he denied any sort of attachment from anyone started making him depressed again. He thought of all the nights he would spend silently sobbing himself to sleep after a long day and nobody to come home to. All the nice things he was thinking about earlier to try and deter himself from doing any of this in the first place went right out the window as he started to sob and surrender to all the melancholy thoughts he knew all too well.
He unpacked his bag and prepared for what he came out here to do.
Waking up, she found herself exactly where she left herself to sleep last night. The sylveon had been "freed" by her trainer after she unintentionally evolved into what she is now. Since just a little Eevee, this sylveon loved her trainer so much. She thought he did too until one day she evolved. After that, her trainer was furious and got her sent back into the wild almost as soon as it happened. She was sure her master would be proud of her after she did this and was still in shock as to why she was out in the wilderness by herself.
Sylveon had been out here for a couple days now, she wasn't sure how long it had been, and with her never having to fend for herself before was starting to feel the effects of not eating a proper meal for a couple days. Malnutrition was starting to set it. Luckily she had come across a stream and was a little better off but was still having trouble finding any sort of edibles in the area.
Exploring a bit more of the area and still trying to get a feel for how to survive on her own, she was surprised to see another human out here. Other than the occasional weedle or fletching, she hadn't really seen any other life, much less a human. It was the last thing she was expecting. The human that she had discovered didn't look threatening, if anything maybe a bit down, so she decided to follow him, careful not disturb him.
After following him for a while she started wondering about him. Why was he out here? Was he looking for something? Is he lost? Is there a way for me to help? All these questions ran through her head as she silently pursued him.
As they walked, she noticed some small things about him. Though a bit sad looking, he looked as though he was looking for something. He looked calm the way he walked, slowly moving his head around to soak in the scenery. He didn't look like he was in a hurry but also wasn't walking like he was trying to stall for something. He didn't look lost but she could tell he didn't recognize anything he looked at. There was a relatively small bag he had on his back and she wondered what he could have in there. She didn't know why she followed him for so long but she did. Maybe she was concerned for him or that she just missed being around humans. She didn't know but she persisted on.
Coming to what seemed like his destination, the human stopped and sat down to take a rest. He looked a bit winded although they were only walking a leisurely pace. From that, she gathered that he had been walking for quite some time before she started following him. He looked a bit aggravated as he looked through his bag but quickly became content again as he pulled a water bottle out of his bag. She wondered why he didn't just drink out of the stream they had been following the whole time but didn't think much of it. After a couple minutes of him just sitting there she could see the sad look on his face becoming more sorrowful and then saw him begin to tear up and weep a little. Seeing this broke her heart, she became concerned and even a bit sad herself. Her following him took her mind off of the fact that she was indeed abandoned and her seeing him sad like that reminded her that she too was also sad. She wanted to comfort him but still wasn't sure how he'd react to her.
When the human was done softly sobbing to himself, sylveon noticed him start to look through his bag again. After a minute or so of getting all of the contents out, she saw that the only other thing in there, besides the water bottle was a long rope. He started tying it and then walked over to oddly shaped tree she hadn't noticed before. He threw one side of the rope over a branch and fastened the other side to the tree so that the weird knot was hanging down. He climbed the tree up to the branch that he threw the rope to and began pulling up the knot. At this point, sylveon was worried that the human might hurt himself so she prepared herself to help if the need come.
She had no idea what the human was planning and was shocked when he put the knot around his neck and lowered himself so that only his arms were keeping him from choking. She watched in horror as he took one last look around before letting go. At this point, the sylveon was panicking and it took her a minute to react. She eventually came back to her senses and ran over to him. With one swift, well-placed cut, she had sliced the rope letting him fall to the ground. The way he had fashioned the rope, he didn't fall but maybe a meter or so. When he hit the ground he fell over on his side and just stayed there on the ground not moving. Sylveon began to think she was too late. After another minute and her getting the rope off his neck, he still didn't get up and at this point, the sylveon was crying trying to wake him up. She eventually gave up trying to wake him and just lie down next to him crying because she was too late and there was nothing she could do. She started criticizing herself because even though she was there the whole time when he needed her most, she froze up and wasn't quick enough. She didn't know how she could live with herself after that.