Hero: Students. Hi! New story. 'nuff said Hillian credit. Bye.

Ruby: Nice, now everyone sees you as an idiot.

Hero: They didn't before?! *looks shocked*

Ruby: *sigh* On with the Fireworks!

'Damn, how long has it been..?' I thought. For the past few days, or weeks if that's the word, I haven't ate anything more then the trash I've found from dumpsters and the sidewalks. I was currently lying under a park bench, curled up into a ball and cold beyond imagining, the dirty rags that barely covered my body not helping to protect me from the ice cold gusts of the winter's night. I had always slept here at night time, it was the only place I could sleep without the other homeless trying to do things to me in my sleep. I shivered remembering what happened last time.

I hate this existence. I hate what the world forced me into doing for my own survival. I wondered every corner of my mind until the image of the runaway who often helped me steal food popped into my head. 'We need to go find some real food. Now.' I looked around me, ensuring myself no one was around, before crawling out from under the bench.

Why would I need to check my surroundings first? The answer to that question was one part that made my whole life even worse then being a dirty street rat.

I was born as a Pokémorph.

"Why is that so bad?" You ask? Well, shit part of it all is that all, if not most, Pokémorphs are seen as nothing more then freaks and crimes against mother nature herself. Pokémorphs, 4 out of 5 times, are the end result of a human and Pokémon having a child. The other 20% of us aren't born Pokémorphs, which begs the question; what the hell happened to them?

I groaned as I stretched my frail body. My entire body was covered in cold silver fur, I had a pair of long pointy ears, a bushy tail and collar of fur around my neck, all in the same silver theme.

If I remember correctly, people called me an 'Eevee', but when I first saw one she had light brown fur. Not my silver coat. Maybe it had to do with my genes. Maybe one of the worthless people who gave birth to me had caused my appearance to be different.

My reddish-brown eyes darting around the empty park, double checking to make sure I was alone. My stomach tighten, screaming at me to find anything to satisfy it. 'Damn it...' I moved as fast as my weaken frame could carry me, hunting down my young partner in crime.

I came to an abrupt halt as I arrived at the alley Yorick called his home. The thick, age-old brick walls that belonged to the buildings on either side of me were covered in graffiti and the ground my bare feet walked on was littered with broken bottles, food and candy wrappers, old damaged goods and whatever the hell those little brown things running around are called again.

I gingerly made my way through the alley, not sure what is waiting for me at the end. I looked at the green dumpster Yorick would usually sleep behind, I had always made jokes about the chance of a baby being in there without us knowing, and peered around to spot the boy in question sleeping, his smaller form resting in a fetal position.

I inspected the 15 year old's dirt stained body for any injuries. I moved his un-kept, filthy brown hair out of his face to see the scars of our last escape finally fading away. My eyes lowered to the baggy, tattered and slightly bloody brown jacket and pants that clothed body. His whole being was covered in small sores and rashes everywhere. Through all of this he still looked relatively peaceful. I could only wonder what he'd look like if he had never left his home. I've known him long enough to have prayed he found a way out of this... this hell.

Feeling a slight ping of guilt to do so, I began to shake the teen awake. "Yori, Yor-riii.." I called him by his nickname. "Yori, get up. We need to get something to eat." He groaned a little, pulling his shoulder from my grip.

"What do you want, Silver?" He yawned out. Silver, the only thing people could think of to mark me as. I didn't have a better name for myself, so I just went with it. The teen's green eyes slowly opened and looked back to me.

"Didn't I already say it?" I ask him, shaking him a little more. "We need to get something to eat from one of those 'store' things."

Yorick held his own gut with a frown. "I had forgotten about something to eat... Thank you for the reminder Sil..." He groaned.

I rubbed the back of my head, my ears drooping a little. "Sorry, Yorick. Let's just go." I pulled him to his feet, the teen stumble into me. "Wake up Yori."

He rubbed his tired eyes and yawned again before looking up at me. "Sorry, sorry." He apologized and struggled to stand straight. "Guess all this shit is finally catching up to me." He said with a light laugh. "By this rate, I'd say I have til New Year's."

I frowned at him. As much as I like Yorick, I hated how he could say the darkest of things as if they were funny jokes. This being least of anything he would say. "Don't talk like that Yori," I say as I begin to walk out of the alley, the other male following close behind. "Didn't we make a promise to get out all this shit and become millionaires one day? Make a new world where there aren't any homeless or poor or sick people?" I ask the brunette with a smile.

He laughed again. "For someone who's older then me, you sound like a kid sometimes." I thought about what he just said. Yes, I was taller then him. Yes, I had a deeper voice then him. But I'm not quite sure if I was older then him. I knew days turn to weeks, weeks to months and months to years, but I'm never learnt how to count them properly so my correct age was a mystery to me in a sense.

"So what? Young in mind, young in body." I shrug. "Plus, I'm not sure if I am older then you."

I could feel him roll his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I need to teach you how to count later. As for our, promise..." He went silent for a while, as if thinking of what to say next. "I... Don't think we can do it anymore. We made that pact when we first met years ago."

I didn't reply to him, I only thought of his comment. Sure, two homeless guys-one a run-away and the other an orphan- becoming millionaires and changing the world sounded far-fetched. But in a world of fire breathing dragons, electric mice and creatures that cause nightmares at their very presence, anything is possible.

"Anything is possible in this fucked up world." I say, just barely loud enough to be heard.

"What'd you say, Sil?" Yori asked me. He sped up and walked beside me. The shorter male reached up and poked my cheek. "Did you get hit in the head again? Arceus, you need to be more careful."

I rolled my eyes and slapped the human's hand away from my face. "Stop that Yorick." I grunt. "And who the hell is Arceus? I hear so many people say that name but I still don't know who it is."

Yorick looked at me, completely puzzled as to what to say. "You seriously don't know who Arceus is?" He asked. I shook my head, no. "Man you're idiot..."

I glare the teen before saying "If I'm the idiot here, why don't you ed.. edu-" There goes my tough guy act.

"Educate." Yorick finished.

"Why don't you educate me then?" I asked, folding my arms.

"Well.. let's see.." Yorick put his hand on his chin with a "Hmm". "Arceus is the being that created everyone and everything in the beginning. Arceus is an eternal and all knowing creature that basically watches and guides everyone in the world from up above."

"Eternal?"

"Means he/she/ it will always be alive."

"Yori, I'm your friend but what you just told me couldn't be more full of bullshit then a bull's backed up toilet." I said with a sigh, shaking my head with a chuckle. Really? An eternal being like that existing? That'll be the day...

"But it's true." He nedged my shoulder. "Arceus is more then real. He's out there." I rolled my eyes and kept my face forward. Did Yori actually believe in some... 'eternal' being watching over us? I think he's the one losing his marbles now.

"Yorick, if your Arceus existed, Why is there so much crime and violence?" Yorick opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "So much death? Why do people suffer everyday and Arceus not do a thing about it? If Arceus really did create everything and is watching us all suffer, doesn't that mean he's even worse then evilest man that ever lived?"

The young human was at a loss for words, he only looked at the ground quietly. When he finally spoke, he said "Arceus has his reasons. We're just not wise enough to understand them."

I scoffed. "Whatever reason Arceus has, it better be good enough to let his creations do this to the world." The two of us walked in silence, neither of us breaking it.

After what felt like an hour's walk, we arrived at our target destination. A buffet styled pizza place which had opened up a few months back called "Xander's All-You-Can-Eat!"

Yeah, a buffet. Like I'd go there of my own free will.

What? Am I the only one who doesn't trust them? They always seemed... To be hiding something. At least the ones I've snuck into before.

We quietly crept our way into the red brick alley behind the restaurant, scouting out the area for any possible wrenches in our plan. I couched down and slowly made my way over to the heavy metal door, Yorick close behind, moving pass the large trashcans over flowing with week old produce and garbage bags tightly tied next to them. A few large crates were placed on the other side of the alley, in front of the door. I stopped my movements and lightly tugged the door's handle.

It was locked. Just my luck.

I growled under my breath before saying "Of course, because the easy way is too much to ask for."

Yorick brushed my hand away before examning the handle. "Figures," he sighed. "it locks from the inside. Silver, maybe you could-" I covered the teen's mouth and pulled him away from the door.

A large morph with two orange horns opened the door and stepped out, in his right hand a bag of trash. I pulled Yorick behind a large crate in front of door. I finally got the chance to get a better look at the man.

He was large with orange skin. He wore a stained white apron over a fading beige shirt and baggy brown pants. What caught my eye the most was the large orange tail behind him with a red flame burning dully and folded up wings on his back.

He was a Charizard by all means.

In the name of all that is good, why did he have to be another morph?! Damnit, another bloody problem to deal with. The man tossed the trash down beside the other bags before walking back inside with a tired yawn.

"He looks familiar." Yorick whispered as the man left. The door began to close and reacting as fast as I could, I grabbed the handle just as it was about to shut.

I sighed internally, thankful my luck wasn't complete trash. I peeked inside to see the kitchen area, which looked void of living beings. Luck!

I gestured Yorick to follow me in, him happily obeyed as I crouch-walked towards the fridge. The large steel preparation table gave some cover but not enough anyone look under it to miss the sight of the two us. With not a soul other then me and Yori in here at the moment, that wasn't a problem for now. Again, this has to be my lucky day.

I give them credit, the place was polished to perfection in here. The stainless steel of the trays and cooking tools had our reflection in them. The restaurant quality stoves and ovens loomed over our figures with heat raidiating off of them. "Pizza, typical of a buffet." I heard Yorick snicker quietly.

"You've been to one before?" I whispered to the male behind me.

He nodded with a faint smile on his face. "Yeah, before my mom died we'd always go out for dinner." He said before using his smile. He sighed as he lowered his gaze. "Places like this we're always my favorite."

"Ugh, I don't like this "All you can eat" places," I shiver recalling my first experience in a buffet and what I saw. "they're for fat people who can't stop eating and those who don't know what people like us go through." I felt my tail brush passed a bowl. "Plus, they serve Pokemon meat."

"No way."

"Yes way," I looked back to the human teen. "I saw them killing a Miltank and a bunch Torchic. I swear on my life as a freak."

"I call bollocks. Bollocks I say!" He chuckle as we halted our movements. I stared up at the giant fridge on left hand side. Like everything else, it was a solid chrome color with a thick black strip below the half-way point.

I slowly stood up and looked around to see the kitchen still empty. Can you blame me for being cautious? Yorick stood beside me, nodding for me to up it. With a deep breathe, I placed my hand on the cold metal handle and pulled the refrigerator open. We were immediately greeted with a burst of cold air.

I looked in awe at the completely stocked fridge filled with all different kinds of vegetables, meats and... whatever the other stuff are called... I feel more and more like an ass every second..

"Silver," Yorick's voice snapped me out of my trance. "stop staring and start grabbing." Not even bothering to ask why he was giving me orders, I started to grab what ever I could with Yori mimicking my actions.

After a minute our arms were full of different food stuffs almost over flowing from our arms. "Silver, let's bolt." Yori nudged me. I silently nodded and turned around.

Our luck just ran out.

Behind us stood the Charizard morph who towered over us both. He held tight his grip a meat cleaver.

"What are rats doing in my kitchen of all places..." He raised the makeshift weapon over his head. "With my food in their filthy hands?!"

Dropping the food, I tackled Yorick out of the way and onto the floor. We loud chop noise as the Cleaver stroked the fridge, getting wedged deep into it.

"Yorick haul ass and run!" I yelled as I pulled him onto his feet and sprinted to the door we entered from, the human some how managing to find the energy to keep up with me.

I grabbed the handle only to find out it was locked. "Shit." I continued to struggle with the when a stream of fire burnt my hand. I railed back and my damaged hand, cussing a sailor.

Yorick soon pulled me out of the way and dragged me to the dinning area. We throw the door open and scouted out the room, it was completely empty. Great, no one to help try and stop the raging fire breather.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I knocked onto the floor. I looked behind me to see the Charizard raise the cleaver. Before he could attack Yorick began to wrestle the weapon out of his hand. I got up and pounced on top of the Charizard, surprising checking off guard.

"Yori, run!" I barked. I used all the strength I had to pin the fire/flying-type down, and it was failing fast. Yorick looked at me as if I were insane. "Damnit we've been in worse! Trust me!" With one last sadden look Yorick ran for the front door. Thankfully it was unlocked and the human made his escape.

I was grabbed by the back of my fur collar and thrown into a table by the older male, causing it flip onto its side. I give him points, for an old guy he has some strength.

When I looked up to see the hybrid glaring down at me. He grabbed hold of my neck and held me high in the air, effectively cutting off my air flow. My eyes shut tight as I tried to break free of the Charizard's vice-like grip. My head felt light and thoughts began to cloud. I'm gonna die like this if I don't do something.

I willed myself to pull back my foot and kick the Charizard in the stomach. He doubled over and dropped me like a sack of bricks, my eyes shot open and my vision came back in focus. I needed to get out. Now. I couldn't keep fighting this bastard.

I staggered onto my feet and made a break fir the door. I heard the Charizard get up but paid it no mind. I reached for the door and yanked it open.

I felt an intense pain in the back of my head.

I don't know what happened or when it did. My body started to shake and moved on its own in a drunken slur. The last action I could control was the turning of my head. On the ground in front of the door was a de-attached silver furred Eevee ear with blood draining out of it. 'Is... Is that my ear...?' I mentally asked myself before even my mind gave up on me.

I had lost control of everything so fast.

My body began to shake even more violently as it tried to cross the street, still unable to walk in a straight line. My body finally gave out and I fall to my knees in the center of the road.

I saw a bright light coming from my right, a loud honking followed shortly after. My body only sat there as the light grew brighter along with the sound of the horn of what seemed to be a truck. I chuckled. 'I guess Yori was right...' I thought before I felt a massive force slam into my side. 'Dreams like mine don't come true..'

That's when the world went black.