A/N: I've really wanted to do a crossover of some sort, but I could never really figure out what two to cross. I've written a lot of Pokémon, so I figured I could start by trying it out with that. Then it occurred to me: I like Pokémon AND Sonic the Hedgehog, so why not attempt it from there? This is what I've got so far.

Also. There shall be a little of Advanceshipping in the first couple chapters, maybe even a little Sonic and Dawn. It depends on my mood when writing xD

Without further ado, on with the story now!

Edit (1/29/16): OKAY. SO. I went back and rewrote this ENTIRE chapter because I hated it and felt that it wouldn't do further chapters justice once I do get back to posting for this story. It's not over, just on hiatus. A very, um, extended hiatus.

Disclaimer: Wolf of the Light does not own any characters in this story, unless they are OCs. Then they're just characters friends let me use for my enjoyment.

The class rosters set up along the wall were crowded with teenage bodies pushing to discover their homeroom class, whether they would share it with whom they'd hoped, or if their wishes had been in vain the entire summer break.

"Hey, I think I see my name over here!"

"Oh, yay, Ruby, we're in the same class again this year!"

"Really? Awesome!"

The commotion was giving Dawn a headache that was so unpleasant, she could see spots in the corner of her vision as she looked around the small school courtyard. It was so crowded in front of the rosters that she didn't dare go near them, so she stood in the back behind everybody else and glanced at each board, her eyes scanning them until she'd found what she was looking for. Her task completed, she turned on the heel of her new shoe and made her way back to the bench where her friends sat. The bench itself was barely large enough to fit the three of them, let alone support them. But, since it was a stone bench, they wouldn't go sprawling to the ground any time soon. Hopefully.

"Okay, guys," she sighed as she dropped her bag on the ground. Flapping a hand at her green uniform skirt she said, "So I checked the lists like you asked, and—"

"At least she didn't say we forced her to look like she was grumbling," one of her brunette friends muttered, making the other giggle under her breath.

The blunette pointedly ignored this, though a grimace betrayed her brief annoyance at May. Leaf just decided to zip her lip and keep quiet, though she shared a grin that matched the others. "May," she continued, "you're in class 1-B with me. Misty, Leaf, you two are in 2-D."

"Ugh, I hate that we're different ages," May groaned, leaning against the grainy, hard back of the bench.

"What the heck are you talking about, May? Dawn's the youngest out of all of us." Leaf laughed in good humor at her blue-eyed friend as she pouted.

Said blunette just sighed and crouched in front of her friends, strategically clasping her hands around her shins. Sometimes she hated being the youngest of the group, but other times it worked out to her advantages. Sometimes.

"Oh, stop picking on the poor girl," Misty chided. "It's bad enough that she's in the same class as May."

"Hey!"

"You know we love you, May."

The girl just sat there pouting as well, crossing her arms and puffing her cheeks. Once she came around, they sat and talked until the school bell rang, summoning them to homeroom. They followed the other students inside, taking their time at their shoe lockers. Talking and gossiping, they took too much time, barely managing to make it to their respective classrooms on different halls. With rushed good-byes, they split into groups of two and raced across the linoleum floors as fast as their slippered feet could carry them. Dawn and May barely made it through the door at the back of the room before the warning bell rang, earning strange looks from their classmates and a reprimanding stare from the teacher.

"Well," he said. "I hope you girls don't make almost being tardy a habit."

Sighing in unison, the girls apologized with a simultaneous "Sorry, Professor Rowan."

He gave them a nod with a gruff "All right. Take your seats. The seating chart is on the board."

It took multiple glances at the board to figure out where they were going. With almost all of the seats filled before their arrival, half the job was already done. Maneuvering down rows with their bags above their heads, they stepped over feet as they took their assigned seats across the room from each other. Although they weren't within speaking distance, they didn't let that deter their determination to keep in touch: they waved to each other around the three students that sat between them, Dawn pointing surreptitiously at her phone in her lap. May winked, giving the OK sign with one hand and a thumbs up with the other.

Class began like most other first days back after summer: Professor Rowan welcomed them with a low rumble, going over their schedule to remind them that they were back in school. He mentioned certain materials they would need by the next week for the chemistry class he would be teaching once they returned from lunch. For the moment he bid them farewell, allowing their mathematics teacher, Ms. Soledad, to enter as he exited the room to go teach another class.

From there the day passed achingly slow: math was boring because Soledad wasn't currently the best at being interesting at key points in time. Before summer break had started she'd already been a little off-kilter: her mind almost always seemed to wander off for a few moments during her lectures, and whenever she began writing equations on the board behind her, she'd lose her place and start drawing mindless pictures with her marker like a child. The light from the windows glinting off her left hand clued the curious students in, though. It was only an engagement rig, but they could imagine who it was that had proposed to the young woman.

Math dragged into Japanese literature, from literature to lunch, to chemistry, and so on. Returning from a long summer was always hard, and the day was so boring. It was hard to hold the students' attention on the first day back, but the teachers gave a valiant attempt at teaching. By the time classed returned from lunch they'd more or less lost the attention of every young person in the building—they were lucky enough that none of them were completely obvious when they were texting under their desks. But, there was one thing that made up for the dull atmosphere that surrounded everything: the boys.

In class 1-B, there were two specific first-years that caught Dawn and May's eyes: Drew Hayden and Paul Shinji. Sitting at the front of the room, the two captured the attention of every other female classmate that surrounded them. They acted oblivious of it, though, as Drew leaned over the aisle to talk to the younger boy as he read. The purple-haired young man was one of the youngest is their grade, and the only reason he was in their class was because his birthday was later on in the year.

Just the mere idea of Paul being within sight made Dawn happy. She was never sure why, but it made it so that she didn't even really mind when he pretended to forget her name so that she'd go away. Since his back was perpetually facing her, she could stare at his back the entire day and he would be none the wiser. The seating arrangement actually worked to her advantage, her chair at such an angle that Paul was in her line of sight wherever the teacher stood. Oh sure, there were times when he'd glance behind him, but Dawn was quick enough to either drop her eyes to her notes or make it look like she was reading the board. Once he looked away she'd return her attention to his back.

She was getting good at this.

At the sound of the final bell, Dawn sat back in her chair and breathed a heavy sigh. Homework already weighed down the book bag she dreaded picking up. It sat by her feet on the floor, a looming feeling of dread almost permeating from it. It was going to take her hours to finish everything.

Chairs being scraped lightly across the floor alerted her to her classmates standing and gathering their things. She decided she should follow suit and stood herself, grabbing her books and stuffing them into her already full bag. The sudden bang of someone slamming a hand against the desktop startled her, almost making her drop whatever she had in her hands.

"So, what were you doing staring at Paul the entire class periods?"

Now, usually Dawn could handle most bad situations as if she were a professional baseball player hitting a curveball, but this question cut her off guard. Chewing at her lip, the blunette glanced up at May warily, visibly tensing when she saw a grin on her friend's face. When it came to explaining things to her friends, she hated when they involved embarrassing situations, especially when it came to crushes. So she decided her best course of action was to play dumb. "Um. What?"

Nailed it.

May raised an eyebrow at Dawn. "Cut the act, you know what I mean." With a glance behind her, she saw that the classroom was emptying of student bodies, though there were some stragglers that hung around to mingle. Taking advantage of this opportunity, May reached down and grabbed both Dawn's arm and her bag, toting them both to the front of the room and out of earshot of anybody who lingered behind with them. Taking extra precautions, she leaned close to Dawn and whispered, "You might think you can hide it from him, but it's kind of obvious to me and everybody else around you."

First, Dawn's face paled in realization that she'd been openly staring at the boy. Then, it burned almost as bright as a lighthouse in absolute embarrassment. During class she'd been trying to keep only Paul from seeing her ogling him, but she hadn't even thought of the rest of the class. The mere idea that everybody had noticed her blithely gazing upon the back of his head made the humiliation spread throughout her like a wave.

"Oh my, God," she muttered, rubbing at her brow. "Was it that noticeable?" Her blue eyes were almost feverish, shining with unshed tears as she turned them to her friend's matching eyes, ones that mirrored slight amusement, yet shone with slight pity for the girl. What they showed her gave her the answer she really couldn't handle at the moment. "Oh, no," she moaned, pressing her hands to her face in woe. "And it's only the first day back."

May stepped forward and pulled her friend into a tight embrace. She felt she'd gone a little far in teasing Dawn, but at the same time she was doing it for her own good: the girl needed to learn to be conscious of her surroundings and keep her ogling in check. But, she said no more as Dawn pressed her forehead to May's shoulder, and went back to comforting her friend.

"What's wrong with her?"

As May stroked Dawn's hair in a soothing rhythm, she looked over the girl's head to see Drew. He perched on the corner of a desk with his bag slung over his shoulder, his other hand stuffed leisurely in his trouser pockets. From where he sat he tried to look at Dawn's face around May's arm, his curiosity peaked at their tearful exchange—at least on Dawn's part.

In attempt to protect the girl's dignity, May shifted so that she stood in Drew's line of sight, blocking his view of the younger girl. "Nothing, Drew. Just go home."

Drew smiled smugly at them. Since she'd bristled at his attempt to start a conversation, he was even more intrigued. He knew what buttons to push to make her talk. "Oh, I'm sorry, was this a private thing you two had going? I felt the need to check up on little ol' Dawn since she seems to get the blues easily."

Anger began to boil inside of May. It caused an itch in her fingers that made her just want to hit something—

The sudden tightening of Dawn's grip on her Oxford made her stop. Taking a deep breath, she grit her teeth to bite back any retort she wanted to throw at him. Better that they were verbal shots than physical ones, but still. May knew that Dawn didn't like it when she fought, so she had to reign in her anger and mentally take a step back.

"Forget it," she ground out instead. "We're going home." It wasn't what she wanted to say, but it was the best she could come up with to keep the red feeling at bay. Snatching their bags from their feet, she threw a dirty look over her shoulder as she began guiding her friend to the door, murmuring a soft, "Let's go, Dawn."

The blunette easily complied, sniffing slightly as she let her hair become a curtain between her and Drew. But his voice carried after them, freezing her in place as he nonchalantly continued, "Did Paul finally reject poor little Dawn?" There was a slight chortle. "Bet he didn't even give you the time of day."

As the boy continued to laugh at her demise, Dawn, the poor girl, teared up at the scenario. It was only an implied one, but it was a guess that made her heart grow heavy with dread. She knew he was just being a prick, and even though he was far from being right, the thought still hurt. The pain was so much that her tears dried as tension began to build somewhere deep inside of her. It was all aimed toward Drew and his blunt rudeness, and she could feel it tingling down to her fingertips, and she was itching to have something to do with them. She was always the weak one, always.

Dawn was never really the one for violence, but she always had her accidental moments. Maybe just once . . .

"Drew, why don't you just shut up and go to—"

Everything happened in barely twenty seconds. Dawn had turned on her heel away from May and the door and started stalking toward Drew, her teeth grit as she ground out her words. Her hands were in fists, her grip tightening as his grin grew wider at her anger. Before she reached him her sentence was cut off when there was a loud whoosh! by her ear as a school bag went soaring past her head. She only had a millisecond to recover before it struck Drew in the face, sending him careening to the floor from the impact.

The air was heavy as the girls stood there, shocked into silence. The floor beneath their feet seemed to shake when Drew landed on the linoleum flat on his backside. May and Dawn stood side by side as they watched him groan in pain, rolling slowly to his knees. Using a nearby desk as leverage, the boy took his time standing. He swayed slightly when he finally got to his feet, one hand pressed to his face to cover his sporting nose, and his eyes tearing from the pain.

Both girls stared at Drew as he leaned against the desk, rubbing his smarting face and checking to make sure his nose wasn't broken. It wasn't bleeding, just very bright red from impact with the bag. Any concern they might have had for the boy was at war with their curiosity to inspect the bag that sat beside his feet. A few things had spilled out from it because the zipper had come undone enough for them to slip out, such as a textbook, and a pink pencil case. From where they stood they could almost make out one or two letters on the case, and May was about to reach out and pick it up, but a loud shrieking outside the window startled all three of them.

The sound was piercing, almost ear shattering; Dawn swore the open window glass panes rattled with quick vibrations. All three of them covered their ears and squeezed their eyes shut against the noise. It was so high pitched that it sent searing pain across the blunette's head, fuzzy dots against the black of her lids. The pain made both her and May wobbly, causing them to bump into each other as they tried to stay vertical.

"What is that?" May cried, cringing. She bent forward, almost at a ninety degree angle, digging her elbows into her stomach to try and make herself focus on something, anything else besides that horrible sound.

"I don't know," Dawn ground out, inching agonizingly slowly toward the classroom door. Her head was ringing with pain, and spots made her vision fuzzy. "But let's get out of here so we don't have to find out."

Teeth gritted so tightly she could barely squeeze out another word, May just nodded her head. She made to follow after her friend, their bags swinging freely from where they hung at her elbows, but a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turns out, Drew had fallen over, his eyes practically rolling in their sockets from the intensity of the scream. Pulling the corners of her mouth in, May gave a tight frown, and, having the sense of a good samaritan, grabbed the back of Drew's collar and dragged him behind her. Albeit unwillingly, but even with all his kicking and screaming and swinging his bag back and forth in an effort to detach himself from her grasp, her strong grip could not be broken nor dissuaded.

It took quite some time to reach the front of the school, mostly because of Drew's struggling and their slippers making their feet drag on the linoleum. By the time they made it to the front hall they were all out of breath, sweat drenching their backs. The shoe rack was only a few yards away, and they trudged over to it with the last bit of their strength. Dropping their bags on the floor, both girls collapsed against the shelving units, making them teeter slightly with the sudden weight. Drew laid at their feet, pulling at his collar and gasping for air.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the somehow completely empty school entrance, Drew's wheezing echoing eerily down the hallway behind them. Sprawled on the floor between them, the boy loosened the necktie he rarely wore in an attempt to increase his air intake as he tried to sit up. Ignoring Drew and keeping their eyes slanted toward the doors, the girls leaned heavily against the racks as they waited for their heart rates to return to normal. They had no idea what the hell that was back there, but for some reason it had scared the living daylights out of the three of them. May wondered if it was some primal urge that had made them run, though it probably would've been Drew who'd dragged them along instead of the other way around if that were the case. Either way it sent a chill up her spine just thinking about it.

Loud, gasping coughs caught the brunette's attention as Drew slowly got to his feet. He was adjusting his necktie again, and beyond the collar of his white Oxford the sharp colors of a bruise were starting to form. This sent a pang of guilt through May, especially since she was technically the reason she might have bruised his windpipe. An apology rose from her throat, her hand poised to catch his attention, but it was caught on her tongue, sitting there like a glob of peanut butter. So she swallowed it as best she could as she pushed to her feet, Dawn following suit.

None of them said a word as they exchanged their house slippers for their regular shoes. Dawn was just finishing slipping on her loafers when she heard Drew clearing his throat. He had stepped closer to the front doors, his bag hanging off one shoulder. He looked like he was waiting on them, but neither girl were quite sure, especially since his eyes seemed to be glued to the floor. May edged toward her friend, both girls gripping their bags and a little shaky as they came off the adrenaline rush.

His first attempt at speaking began with a stutter, which he tried to cover up by clearing his throat again. There was a slight red tinge to his face when he finally squeezed out, "I'll walk you guys home." It wasn't in his usual snarky tone—he actually sounded sincere for once.

Now, to the girls this was a pleasant and unexpected surprise. Drew Hayden may have usually been a womanizer, but he was never a gentleman—or polite for that matter—to May and her friends. Well, that wasn't entirely true. A majority of the time he was nice to May's girlfriends, but he could be a complete twit to May most of the time. Well, everyone knows what they say about a guy when he's mean to a certain girl. Though, maybe this put him in a bad spot with May.

For a few moments said brunette could only stutter incoherently until Dawn saved the poor girl from any further embarrassment by covering her friend's mouth. She thanked Drew for the both of them, and, typical of him, he reacted in his normal fashion: quick smirk of the lips and flick of the hair. As they headed out the door—he held the door for them, again out of character—he then began to go on about something involving how the two should be grateful that they had this rare opportunity to be in the presence of greatness. He continued to goad May's nerves until she'd finally managed to gather her wits enough to think straight again, and, when he wasn't looking at her, knocked him upside the head with her bag. The sound of a K.O. was in the air as Dawn laughed openly beside the boy as he landed on the ground for the second time that day in such a short time.

May laughed as both girls helped pull him to the feet and kept walking. He objected the entire time, jerking out of their grip and hoping they didn't see the massive blush that turned his face as red as a tomato. Lucky for him, they passed beneath a stretch of trees, the shade they cast cool and dark in the late afternoon sun, disguising his embarrassment as he rushed off ahead of them. The girls laughed again, jogging to catch up with him, but Dawn hung back for a moment.

Maybe her ears were just deceiving her, but she thought she'd heard the rustle of leaves coming from a tree that they'd just walked under. Under normal circumstances she would have written it off as just a squirrel or bird scuttling across a branch, but considering earlier's . . . oddity, she hesitated. Keen eyes roved branches above her, catching every twitch or subtle movement any of them made. She was so focused on searching that she started when she heard her name. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that May and Drew were waiting at the corner for her, her friend waving an arm above her head. Blinking a few times to clear her head, she turned away from the trees and jogged to catch up to them, soon forgetting about whatever she'd been searching for.

As the teenagers turned the corner, in the tree that Dawn had been staring at, a branch shivered almost imperceptibly. Weight that was unevenly placed along the limb made loose leaves scatter to the ground. With the coast clear, though, the branch sagged as its occupant relaxed, but not for long. Muscles tensed, the mysterious climber dropped from their perch, revealing a young girl as she landed silently on the pavement. Emerald eyes scanned the road, but nobody currently walked the streets, so she took her chance and sprinted easily down the sidewalk.

Very few people were outside as she passed house after house, her destination the building that the three teens had just come from. Looming over her, the girl stared at the school through the bars of the front gate. It stood twice as tall as her, pointed spires adorning the top. The gate was locked, as proven when the girl attempted to just open it, only for it to jiggle loudly against its bearings.

"All right, then," she mumbled, taking a few steps back until the edge of her heel was almost hanging off the sidewalk. Without missing a beat she ran toward the gate, using her momentum to push off the ground, hard, before she would have crashed into the black metal. Somersaulting to further propel herself into the air, she landed nimbly on one of the spaces between two spires, her balance impeccable as she scanned the school grounds. An open window near the western corner of the school caught both her eye and interest.

Falling nimbly from the gate top, the girl made her way to said window, peering carefully over the windowsill into the classroom beyond. The room was empty of bodies, so she carefully climbed through the window, landing silently on the linoleum. One would wonder if this was her first "break-in," as the administration would put it if she were to be caught, but she'd already been doing this for a few years with the occupation she had.

Aha, she thought once her eyes found what she was searching for. Stooping over, she picked up the schoolbag that lay on the floor, its contents scrambled across the tile. "Well, that's what happens when you throw your bag," she grumbled under her breath as she gathered her belongings. She stuffed a pencil case and the textbook that she'd just gotten from the school that afternoon back into the bag with all her other school things.

"Just when you think that you're in control, just when you think that you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again."

The sound of her ringtone "Here It Goes Again" by OK Go startled the girl, causing her to drop her bag back onto the ground. Her newly retrieved pencil case skittered across the floor, sliding under the filing cabinet Professor Rowan kept near the door. Cursing under her breath, she got on her hands and knees as she simultaneously fished around the pocket of her skirt for her phone. When she managed to get a hand on it, she pulled it out, flipping it open and pressing it to her ear as she looked beneath the filing cabinet. "What do you want, Sonic?" she demanded, none too nicely.

"Well, hello to you, too, Amy," was his reply.

Amy just rolled her eyes as she continued to try and reach under the cabinet to find her pencil case. She was cursing the day she ever bought the darned thing. "Yeah, yeah. So, what's up? Is Shadow stirring things up again?" She could never leave the two of them alone, they always managed to cause trouble whenever she wasn't around.

Sonic laughed. "No, nothing like that. Uncle Chuck just wanted me to let you know that dinner would be on soon, and you how he is with meals."

"He wants everyone there before anyone can touch their food," she chimed along with him. A short laugh escaped as Amy peered with one eye into the dusty confines of what was under the cabinet. But all she could find were dust bunnies and cousins clinging to the wall and the underside of the metal bottom. Grossed out beyond belief—and questioning whether or not she'd seen something scurry next to her hand, ew!—she moved away from the cabinet, sighing as she gave up. With a promise to Sonic that she'd be home soon, she scooted over and grabbed her bag again, this time closing the latch on it fully. I guess I'll get a new pencil case. And more pencils, she grumbled internally as she stepped out the window she'd come in, pulling it back down so her presence wouldn't be as noticeable. Hope the rest of the week doesn't end up like this.

A/N: Okay, short, sweet, and (kinda) to the point. I had writer's block about halfway through this, where Drew came in asking about Dawn. But, with a notebook and some time in class, I managed to write out a rough draft of the last four and half so pages. Seven pages isn't bad for an introduction like this.

Ciao.