I do not own Pokemon, the rights for this story belong to KenitohMenara who has graciously given me credit to write my own version. If you have not read Rosa's New Perspective I seriously recommend that you do, it is a great story.
Aaron was caught, after eight months of running from the patrols and the psychic revolution he had been caught. Aaron was on the outskirts of a small town rummaging through some trashcans trying to find something edible when someone spotted him and called the patrols. Aaron was taken to the center where he was given the pill that allowed him to understand other Pokémon. After taking the pill, a doctor explained to him that the pill he took would fine tune his ears and allow him to communicate with other Pokémon. Aaron was told that it would help him bond with his new family, he made a gag noise when he heard that. Aaron was 12 years old, brown-haired, and yellow-eyed; a priority for the HAA (human adoption agency) because he was young. Aurora Silverscale was his caseworker. She told him that he would have a family soon enough. Aaron gave her a scowl, he refused to be adopted, he was not a child. The nurse at the center had washed Aaron's clothes, and he was waiting for whatever Pokémon were coming for him.
Later that day, a family arrived, after reading over Aaron's profile they were fairly impressed with his accomplishments. They noted his above average school grades, his lack of illnesses and minimal injury, and his trainer license which showed that he was well travelled. The family consisted of a Wigglytuff and a Zoroark. The Wigglytuff tried to take Aaron's trainer bag, but he quickly grabbed it back refusing to let them touch it. The couple took Aaron to their suburban home where they immediately took him out of his trainer clothes and forced him in to a diaper and a blue onesie. Aaron saw them throw his clothes in his bag, and his bag in the closet. The Wigglytuff cuddled Aaron, while Aaron struggled to get away. After a futile attempt at cuddling, the Wigglytuff said, "Does my wittle baby need some sweep?" Aaron scowled at the remark; the Wigglytuff sat him down in the crib and locked the door. Aaron was mad that they could even think of doing this to him. He jumped out of the crib and went to the closet where he grabbed his bag and he changed back in to his trainer clothes. He looked around the room for something heavy; the only thing around were baby toys and Pokémon plush toys. He saw a small metal xylophone in the corner. He quickly picked it up and threw at the window. It shattered upon impact. "Did you hear that?" The Wigglytuff asked her husband. "Yeah I did lets go check it out" the Zoroark said. Aaron knew that this was his only opportunity to escape, he grabbed his bag and hopped out the window, and began running. Aaron refused to look back; he did not want to be treated like an infant and clearly this family would not respect that wish. Aaron was now on the run, this was now his second time and it would most likely not be his last.
During his eight months of running, Aaron had built several small hideouts in locations like forests and caves. He left a sign at each one saying, "take what you need –Solo." Aaron did this to hide his identity from the patrols, and he wanted to hopefully find someone who could work with him. Aaron stashed the hideouts with radios, berries, maps of the other hideouts, sleeping bags, and canteens. Once the revolution started gaining momentum, Aaron grew concerned and began gathering supplies knowing that he would not be safe in any towns or cities. Aaron made his way to the outskirts of several cities and towns that had not been hit by the revolution yet. Aaron found several small dense forests where he set up camps and stashed them with emergency supplies and provisions. In caves, Aaron would do the same thing. He would then make his way in to one of the towns or cities and tell at least one person about the hideout and give them a map to it. Hopefully they would spread the word and the shelters would have some use.
Aaron rushed to his pinwheel forest hideout. Aaron looked around the hideout for anything that he could use. People had respected his wishes for the most part, there was a reserve of berries and most of the sleeping bags were still there, but they had been used. Aaron was happy that he could help some people out, and maybe some of them were still out there running. Some of the maps had even been marked with new hideouts and locations of food and water. Aaron knew he could not stay there long; the patrols would check his hideouts first. Aaron turned on one of the radios which reluctantly began broadcasting after he hit it a few times. Sure enough there was already an alert that he was on the run, and patrols as well as other Pokémon would be keeping an eye out for him. He grabbed some berries and a canteen and began running again. Aaron knew that he could not run forever, but right now it was his best option; better than being made some Pokémon's baby.