A/N:

This is really something I thought would be nice to write. It's something that I got the "this could work" gist from.

It's a(nother) Pokémon story. Yaaaaaaaaay. .-. Honestly, there are so many out there that this is guaranteed to get lost in the many that there are. It's just something I came up with. So why not right?

Rated T because you never know...

Disclaimer: I don't, and will (probably) never own Pokémon. But this is a fanfiction. So... well... yeah...

Chapter 1: The Day That He'd Never Forget

Shaun was a Growlithe. He was a young Growlithe capable of biting, growling, eating, and barking. He also lost his family to the so-called Pokeparasite, but people just think it's a parasite. In reality, well, no one knows. It's just killing off all the Pokémon in the world...

This one morning, he woke up hungry, and decided to find something to eat.

Shaun's home was fairly simple. He constructed a hut-looking house using wood in the surrounding forest. He went far from the ashes of his previous home. Of course, this new house is much less comfortable than the one where he lived with his parents in.

Growling, because that's what Shaun does, the young Growlithe dashed out of the door (which was invisible-but apparently for Shaun, it's the "Greatest Door in the World" with amazing gems decorating the truly awe-inspiring door, but again, it's invisible and will stay that way forever). Once he got out, he barked loudly, and grinned.

An incredible amount of Pokémon leaped out from the trees and cried in warning. They were, well, a nice meal for Shaun. The Growlithe drooled and heard a rumble, of which the source was held at the stomach. He barked again, though not as loudly to save his slowly deteriorating energy, and began to head into the forest.

A not particularly long moment later...

Shaun sighed. The Growlithe was satisfied. He ate a couple native birds (which indeed, were Pokémon, and that's the horror of it). He also gave himself a helping of a Pokémon he didn't recognize. It was most likely passing through or traveling after it's friends and family had fallen to the so-called Pokeparasite.

Shaun didn't know too much of the "world outside the forest". He could listen to several Pokémon passing through, but usually the only useful information were things like, "Did you hear? The last Pichu died to the Pokeparasite 5 moons ago (A/N: Wild Pokémon language)." "Palkia gave his life to save the Wobbuffets! Who knew he could do that?" Other news contained information like what to eat, and sad, sad stories of their friends and family dying.

Honestly, Shaun didn't know too much about the Pokeparasite. Apparently, at first they start fainting for absolutely no reason, even mid-conversation. Then, they begin to feel nauseous. Next, they began to go crazy-they start to lose their minds. After that, they die. This all occurs in a duration of around three days. It's not contagious either. Pokémon just get this Pokeparasite.

But Shaun never really felt the type of sorrow all the other Pokémon who are passing through the forest get. He would even often listen patiently to the Pokémon when he invited some into his home (those that were not wild of course) without shedding a tear. Even if he tried his hardest, for some reason, he would just stay positive.

Perhaps that was a bad attribute of his. Shaun never really got it. He also lived alone, so that might as well make his life harder, but it didn't. He just kept strong, barked, growled, howled, bit, and hunted.

Basically, that's what Shaun thought made up most of his life. Though, Shaun was 10 at the time. And quite dumb too. So, he was dumb, unbelievably positive, and also young and alone.

Hm. Shaun didn't think much of his life. The Growlithe liked his life just the way it was.

That's why Shaun didn't expect to see the forest burning in front of his eyes the next morning when he felt the heat and darted out of his home. The flames flickering and lapping at the trees, turning them into ash as the Pokémon desperately tried to escape the flames though some failing to do so. And he was in the middle of the flames. His house caught of fire, just by barely, but making it's way to Shaun.

"No," Shaun managed to muster. "No." He couldn't move. He stared at the fire, and his house burning. His beautiful door would burn down. His home would burn down. And so would Shaun along with it. Even if he tried to run, he wouldn't be able to escape. The young soon to be dead Growlithe was trapped and helpless... more helpless than the wild Pokémon. Birds were falling from the sky as they died, and the screams of the wild Pokémon were unmistakable.

Shaun would die. He would die to the color of his father's fur (A/N: Can you guess what Shaun's fur coloring is?). Ironically, he began to tremble. It suddenly became chilly. The fire would find Shaun, and then burn, burn, and burn the young Pokémon to ashes.

Shaun whimpered, and then screamed as he began to lose his senses. He frantically darted his head around to find an escape root, and then yowled. He would experience a slow, painful death to the very fire abilities his father had. He would die in one of the worst ways, slowly, painfully, and permanent.

The Growlithe passed out.

Shaun woke up, but his paws weren't touching the hot dirt ground. Instead, there was nothing. He began to put pieces of the fire again, and felt his meal from yesterday beginning to come up.

"I can feel that, but don't you dare do that. It's going to land on something and it'll stink, and we're going to come back here later to clean up after this incident. I don't want to be responsible of cleaning your food," a disapproving, yet somehow gentle voice snapped. Shaun looked at his captor or well, savior. A Drifblim?

"Who are you?" Shaun asked warily. The Drifblim smirked.

"Me? Oh, I'm Agar, your hero," the Drifblim replied. Shaun resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "I found you in the middle of the fire. What the hell were you doing there?" Shaun kept quiet, slightly embarrassed, but then he snickered.

"Wait, did you say Agar? That's... that's the worst name I've come across yet." The Growlithe then shut up when under the Drifblims's glare.

"I'm going to drop you," the Pokémon said in monotone, and Shaun felt Agar's grip becoming looser.

"S-Sorry," Shaun stammered. The grip became tighter. Agar sighed.

"Anyway, just so I can tease you about your name, what name were you given at the time of your birth?" Agar asked. Shaun sighed.

"You mean my name?" Agar, began to loosen his grip, which probably meant yes, so hurry up and tell me. Shaun quickly replied instead with, "S-Shaun." The Drifblim looked at him.

"Shaun? I could swear I heard that somewhere. What's your last name?" the Drifblim inquired. Shaun glanced at Agar, and looked away. He couldn't tell him that... because he couldn't remember. The Growlithe was sure he heard it in certain parts of his memory, but he could never quite put his finger on it confidently. All Shaun could remember were small pieces of his last name here and there.

"I'll drop y-"

"I don't remember." The Drifblim looked at Shaun skeptically. Agar didn't really doubt Shaun. He just wasn't sure if the young Pokémon was being true with him or not.

"You sure?" the Drifblim questioned. Shaun nodded, this time more sure.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he replied back, this time with more confidence.

"Fine."

Closing Words:

Just to be clear, there are wild Pokémon and well, "properly raised and not stupid" Pokémon. Imagine it like this-there are two type of human, both rather dangerous, but the wild humans aren't very intelligent. It's really more like the Mystery Dungeon idea. In a dungeon, there are those that attack for no reason, of which you must defeat, and those that are (usually) pacifists. The ones hostile are wild and you and your team are not. Though, that's not properly the right way to say this. As time passes, and you read on, you might get it more.

HUMANS DO NOT EXIST IN THIS WORLD. However, humans may or may not become involved as well in future chapters. Maybe.

Ahem and about the Pokeparasite. It's not Pokerus. They are two completely different things. Indeed, the said virus is in this world, however not the main issue in this story. I repeat, the story does not revolve around Pokerus (which you would probably get in the future). The Pokerus has positive effects whilst the Pokeparasite is able to kill. There is a significant difference.

Also, wild Pokémon have what you could call an "accent" but not exactly. They'll say some things in different ways. One being a moon = a month. Or complete moon = a year (please note that full moon does not mean an year). Another is distance, but because this is all too complicated and I'm too lazy to make up words, I (most likely) won't include this.

Wild Pokémon are how intelligent Pokémon survive, by eating them. So... yeah. This is going to be quite challenging to write. But... don't worry, these Pokémon are not cannibals because of this.

By the way, Shaun's name is actually the result of long deliberation. I even thought that Aury could do in one instance. The reason for this is I wanted to include "au" in the name. Can you guess? Too late. It's the symbol of the element gold. Shaun's fur is actually a bit of a "gold" color. He's a shiny. :3

That's it for now... I think...

But... thanks for reading!

~Nyantas