Yeah, this is the first crossover story I've decided to publish. That being said I've decided to go ahead and get those pesky warnings out of the way:

Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood, mentions of gore, mentions of death, negative outlooks, sad themes, & use of guns.

I know some people who'd have some sort of problem with some of that stuff, so ya know, I had to get that all out in the open and send some who dared click on this story packing.

Lol. ;3

No, please, do enjoy this little crossover. I thought it'd be interesting for me to tackle this project while I'm struggling with some others. I've just given myself a challenge and shall entertain myself very muchly, thank you.

~Luffles, Fairylust~

Grunting he whimpered as he hit the ground hard after receiving a rather hard headbut attack. He stood shaking a bit. One of his eyes was open while the other was clenched shut in agony as sharp pains echoed through his head. He looked at the stronger, elder eevee that stood at least two feet from him looking frustrated. "You're too weak!" the lead eevee shouted at the smaller one angrily. "You won't survive at this rate! You'll never survive!"

"I-I am sorry. I am trying."

Sighing the elder eevee turned and headed off.

"Wait!" Called the younger eevee worried he was going to be abandoned for a second time. His parents had already abandoned him because of how weak he was. He didn't want to be abandoned again. "Where are you going? Will you come back? Please don't leave me alone!"

"I'm going to look for berries." He sighed, watching the small eevee limp slightly to their hiding place in a hallowed out tree. "Older orphans must care for younger orphans. It's like a rule, stupid. Don't you know that?"

The younger eevee shook his head as he lay down. The elder looked him over. He was much too young to battle, most likely having been born a week or so prior to then but the elder knew that if he didn't teach this younger eevee to fight, then he wouldn't stand a chance and fall prey to some stronger pokemon…or worse…some human. "Stay there until I get back or else I'll beat you up." He threatened watching the younger eevee nod in understanding. The elder then padded off confident the younger would listen.

"Berries, berries, where are berries?" he muttered to himself in a singsong voice as he padded about looking around for some berries. "Ah-ha!" he exclaimed upon spotting a bush of plump little blue berries. He walked over and sniffed them shuddering as the bittersweet tang entered his nostrils. Smiling he started to pick some but was stopped when something rammed into his side forcing him away from the nice, leafy bush.

He got to his paws and looked at what had knocked him over. The dustox hovered there dangerously looking rather angry. "Get away, you worthless eevee!" he shouted. "This is my bush! These are my leaves and my berries!"

"Please, let me take some! I haven't eaten in days and a younger eevee that's with me needs them too."

"I don't care! Get out of here!"

Standing his ground the eevee puffed out his chest boldly. "Fine, then I guess I'll have to take them by force." The eevee said unafraid of how much stronger the dustox looked. He grit his teeth together and prepared to attack once he saw the dustox was willing to fight.

Charging he used headbut but the dustox dodged to the side and body slammed him causing him to wail out in pain. He got to halfway to his feet when the dustox used wing attack to send him flying. He coughed a few times, unwilling to accept defeat. He started to attack again, charging towards the bug. The dustox changed his mind quickly sending him flying back into the tree and forcing him to retreat.

He quickly found himself back at the hiding place where he and the younger eevee hid from the rest of the forest. The younger greeted him merrily as he always did, but soon appeared disappointed upon seeing that no food had been brought back.

"I'm sorry." The elder said quietly. "I promise we'll have better luck soon. We should just…move on…for now at least."

Nodding jovially the younger followed him with a bounce in his step as they headed off to find someplace else to stay. In truth the elder feared the wrath of that dustox and wanted to make sure that he and his companion were as far away as possible when they went to sleep that night.

Elsewhere, a small odd-colored eevee hatched from his egg. He was tiny and the smallest of his four other siblings. His fur was pure white in color and the fur around his neck and at the tip of his tail was silver. Noises filled his ears and his eyes opened to see the face not of his mother but of an odd looking being who had purple fur and large kind eyes that held some sadness to them. He shook all over as this being picked him up gently by the scruff of his neck and carried him away. Whimpering he squirmed until the elder finally sat him down on grassy ground.

"Where are we?"

"This is called the forest." He explained. "It is our home, your home, unlike where you were born. That world is not meant for you."

"Forest?" the baby said quietly, his voice was soft and girlish causing his father to smile proudly down at him, while he looked about in wonder at the world. "Home? Forest?"

"Yes." He nodded. "We live here. You and I, now."

"You and I?"

"Yes." He said, and then continued explaining. "I am an espeon. You may not know this because you are an eevee born to an eevee. I can promise you that I shall teach you all I know."

The white baby blinked at him, smiling happily and his fluffy tail wagging a little.

"You're a very special eevee, a very lucky one." He rested a tiny front paw on his son's head affectionately. "Such a quiet little miracle you are. It is such a pity you've been forsaken as I once was." He turned away after removing his paw, beginning to walk off.

He soon found that the baby eevee wasn't following and turned around to see that the small white eevee wasn't following. "Are you coming?" He called making the baby pad up to him, stumbling a bit as he came towards him but quickly gaining balance. Looking him over the espeon smiled. "Let's go take a walk. I must show you around or else you may get lost. And my brother, I know, may not watch over you as well as I would like. You must learn the territory."

Nodding happily his son followed him as they walked. He pointed out all the berries that they could eat and not eat. He had shown his son the hollow where they lived and told him about the dangers around the territory. He also told his son of who to trust and who not to trust. It was an easy to remember list.

Who to trust:

His father, who was, of course, going to be caring for him when he could,

His uncle, who was probably going to be away for the next few days,

Their family friend, who was a wartortle named, Asia or just called A for short,

Other eevee, which were usually not a threat, &

Devin The Delibird, who delivered messages all over the forest and further than that for some human Pokemon Rangers, but was quite friendly and usually kept stationary in or around the forest.

Who NOT to trust:

The only thing needing to be said: anyone that is a total stranger or may seem to be threatening.

Yes, he thought. That was a very simple list. To make sure he even recited it to his son three times a morning after they woke up and five times before they went to bed. After a while he even asked the small eevee to recite it to him a few times. By the time he was satisfied, four days later to be exact, his younger brother had to show up.

Do you like it so far? I think I'll tackle the next chappie if it's liked well enough. I can't wait to give the characters in this a happy ending! But then again, now that I think about it, I haven't given them ALL a sad beginning now have I?

*Evil smirk*

Can't wait to hear what you all think.

~Luv, Fairylust~