Chapter 1

Hey there! It's ChrystalDragoness here! I forgot to mention, this story takes place in a new region! It's rated T for a reason, too. Blood, violence and coarse language is included in this story.

And do I look like I own Pokémon? Because, unfortunately, I don't :(

Ugh. What's going on? Thought Dylan as he woke up. His head felt like a bunch of fluff had been stuffed into it. And then been made home to a dozen combees. After a while, he could tell that he was laying on a fluffy surface, which was quite nice and warm, and, as he found out when he groggily opened his eyes, was in some sort of white room, bathed with light from the late afternoon sun, although it was all still quite blurry to him.

"Oh, good! You're awake!" Said a chirpy voice coming somewhere to his left.

"Wha..." He managed to say, his voice quite rough from not being used. "Where... am I?"

"Sir, you're in the hospital. You've been asleep here for three days!"

Oh no! Dylan thought as he sat up suddenly. I've got to... To what? He furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, trying to remember what he had to do. The incoming headache was not much help, either. Eventually, he gave up. He knew he had to do something, but he just... couldn't remember.

And, wait, he was in a hospital? Why!?

Wow, this was so frustrating.

"Um, miss?" He said, turning his no-longer-blurry eye sight towards the pink haired nurse, who's name tag read 'Nurse Joy'.

"Where, exactly, am I?"

The nurse stared at him for a moment, before saying "You're in Draconis city! You were found passed out near the entrance of the city. You're very lucky, you could've been attacked by wild pokémon. And it would have been especially bad since you don't have any pokémon with you. And you don't even have identification, either!"

Dylan looked confusedly at the nurse. "Draconis... where is Draconis again?"

The nurse stared at him unsettlingly for a few moments, and then asked "What's your name?"

"Dylan." Well, at least that's what he thought his name was. It didn't feel quite right, actually, but it was the first thing that came to mind. And that question had nothing to do with his question about Draconis.

"What about your last name? Your middle name?"

"Um..." now he was stumped. Last name? Middle name? You may as well have asked him how many bird pokémon are in... um... that one French place.

Wow, what a description there.

"What about when you were born? Where you were born?" The nurse continued, seemingly becoming increasingly worried about every question he drew a blank on. Which was basically all of them.

"I... don't know. I can't really remember anything. Except for my name." Dylan said after about a half hour of questioning.

The nurse looked worriedly at him and told him "Well, sir, it seems that you have a case of amnesia. You really can't remember anything other than your name?"

"I'm pretty sure we cleared that up before." Dylan deadpanned, quite bored with all of the questions that the nurse kept asking him. "And when am I getting out of here?"

She sighed and said "You just need another day to rest and then you'll be excused from the hospital."

"Alright! Thank you, miss!" Dylan chirped happily, making a complete 180 from his somewhat sour mood before, and smiled. It was only the nurse's job, after all, and she had seemed genuinely concerned about him. So why should he be in a sour mood?

The nurse looked stunned for a moment, before smiling back and telling him to get a good rest, and leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

Dylan sunk into the bed underneath him and tried to get some rest, but something nagged at him. An uneasy feeling pooled in his chest, like something was wrong, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

But he put it aside. It could wait until tomorrow, could it not?

With that, he fell into a dreamless sleep.

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As nurse Joy stepped out of the room, she let out the uneasy breath that she'd been holding.

An older nurse, named Mira, walked by and saw Joy looking quite... confused, and concerned.

"Joy? What's wrong?"

Nurse Joy looked up at Mira, and said "The patient in there has an extreme case of amnesia, as I've just found out. He can only remember his first name. He doesn't even know where Draconis city is!"

Mira thought for a moment, before nodding gravely "We should probably keep him in for a couple more days."

Nurse Joy just shook her head. "There isn't anything wrong with him. He doesn't have any wounds, head trauma, or anything else. He was just passed out for a couple of days. It's so weird. There's no reason for him to have amnesia. But we can't keep him any longer, since there isn't really anything we can do about it."

The older nurse furrowed her brows. "Really? Do you think a pokémon caused it? He was found in the Forest of Haunting, after all. You know how many ghost and psychic pokémon there are in there!"

"No, a pokemon's attack probably would've worn off by now, and it would've left evidence."

Mira nodded, more to herself than to the other nurse. "Yes, you're right. That is quite strange."

Nurse Joy just sighed and said "Yeah. I have to go check up on the other patients now, though. See you later, Mira." They waved at each other as they went their separate ways.

With one last look at the closed door to Dylan's hospital room, nurse Joy just hoped he would get his memories back. After all, if it helped him smile that brilliant smile more, it would be very much worth it.

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Dylan jolted awake from his peaceful sleep at around midnight. A cold breeze filled the somewhat plain room. Shadows and faint light from the moon filtered in through the open window, also succeeding in filling the room with crisp, autumn air.

But that wasn't what had woke Dylan.

"God- fucking- damn it! How dare they! The fucking FOOLS! They have no idea who the actual FUCK they are dealing with! GRRRRRAAAAAAAH!" Screamed a voice, which actually sounded quite youthful and feminine, from outside the window.

Well, this deserved investigating.

Dylan silently slipped out of the bed, and found that he was only in a pair of grey sweatpants. Luckily, he wasn't too cold. In fact, the cool air felt quite nice.

He walked to the window, his bare feet making no sound, and cautiously stuck his head out.

Strange. He saw no one down there, in the flower filled garden at the back of the hospital. Still, the profanity filled rant was still coming from somewhere down there. Besides, no good detective would give up so easily and early in a case.

Imagining himself with a snazzy fedora and amazing detective music playing in the background, he jumped from the window.

Thump.

Ow.

Dylan groaned from his place on the ground. He really has to work on that landing. He lifted himself up from his place on the ground and found, to his delight, that the pain was only temporary. Unfortunately, the mysterious midnight ranter had stopped ranting.

"Oi! Who the fuck are you, dumbass! Where did you come from, anyways? Huh?"

Never mind.

"Well, I'm Dylan, for one. And you see that window up-" he turned and pointed to the window that he had jumped from, which turned out to be on the third floor, "-there? That's how I got here. But, enough about me. Who are you? And why are you ranting in the middle of the night?"

Silence was his answer.

He waited for a few minutes, before the definitely female voice sounded from somewhere in the flowers in front of him.

"Are you, like, some sort of freak or something?"

Dylan frowned and vigorously shook his head.

"No, and at least I'm not the one ranting to myself in the middle of the night!"

The flowers in front of him rustled, and from them jumped out a small creature covered in matted light brown fur coated in trace amounts of red. It's ears were pressed back in a clear sign of aggression, and fangs were bared in a snarl.

"What'd you say? Huh?! Punk! You wanna fight me? Get out your pokémon, I'll beat 'em all! I'll make you cry!" It, or, more appropriately, she yelled at him.

Dylan just raised his eyebrow. "Why would I want to fight you? I don't even have any pokémon anyways, so unless you want to start fighting me specifically, I don't think that's possible. Anyways, what type of pokémon are you?"

The creature in front of Dylan relaxed slightly when he said that he didn't have any pokémon, but held her snarl and the ferocity in her eyes.

"Keh! I'm an Eevee, you dumbass, didn't they teach you that in poké-preschool? I'm one of the rarest obtainable pokémon you could ever hope to get your grubby hands on! Be amazed by my beauty and bask in my presence!" She said in a rather conceited fashion, sticking her nose up and standing as tall as she could.

But Dylan was eyeing a painful looking slash on her side, coating her fur with slick, red blood.

"You shouldn't be going around saying that with that nasty wound on your side. How are you even standing right now?"

The Eevee huffed and angrily turned her head to the side, successfully ignoring Dylan's gaze.

"That's none of your business, you punk ass freak!"

"Well, it is now! I can't just leave you here, bleeding out like this! And what on earth makes me a freak?"

"It's not! Just leave me here like the inconsiderate asshole that I know you are! And you're a freak 'cause you can understand me! Didn't your momma teach you how much of a freak you are!?" The Eevee had her eyes back on him again, her fur all puffed up in an attempt to make her look bigger, and fixing him with a glare that could stop a freight train.

For some reason, the mention of mother sent a pang through his chest. Not just emotionally, but physically, too. He clutched his chest and hissed a little bit, but as soon as it came, it was gone.

"Hey! Punky! What's going on? Did I really insult you that much? Is your little frail heart wounded for eternity?" The Eevee yelled at him again, but this time with... worry?

Dylan mentally shook his head. There was no way that the little Eevee was concerned for him.

"No, I'm fine. Anyways, let's get you inside." He said as he gently picked her up, carefully avoiding the slash on her side. She didn't move for a moment in shock, but then suddenly realized what was going on.

"Get your hands off of me!" She shrieked, all the while clawing and scratching the hands that were holding her.

Dylan shook his head. He turned to the wall that he had to scale to get back to his room, and took a deep breath. His feet moved on their own, propelling him up to a window sill on the first floor, and then springing him up to the next. Soon enough, he was back inside his hospital room.

He looked to the Eevee, only to see her staring open mouthed at him.

"What?"

"That's pretty freaky..."

Dylan rolled his eyes and grabbed a roll of bandages laying on the bedside table next to his bed, which was probably a just-in-case thing.

He set out to the hallway, trying to find the bathroom, and was immediately glad that he had good luck today, as the bathroom was only a few paces away from his room.

Oddly convenient, but hey.

He walked in and placed the now silent, but still glaring, Eevee into the sink.

"I swear, if you put cold water on me, I'll tackle you so hard, that your grandbabies will feel it."

Dylan chuckled and made sure the water was lukewarm before placing the little Eevee into it. He gently started to scrub the Eevee, but to his confusion, not only the blood began washing off, but the brown colour of her coat started to go down the drain too, leaving behind a shining silver coat.

"Wow, you sure were dirty." The Eevee looked at him angrily, huffing and pouting like a child without its favourite toy. "I'm a shiny, for your information. I used the dirt to hide the true colour of my fur. If people saw me walking around like this, then I would immediately be caught by all of those batshit crazy collectors."

Dylan nodded, still not getting the concept or really knowing what she was talking about, but did so to humour the temperamental Eevee.

Soon enough, the Eevee was washed and dry, and bandages were delicately wrapped around her abdomen.

"Hey, punk." She said to Dylan as he finished and was picking her up again.

"Hm?"

"Why're you doing this?"

Dylan sat back and thought for a second. All this Eevee had done to him was insult him. But he couldn't have just left her there. No, that wouldn't have been what was right.

"Because it's the right thing to do."

The Eevee stared at him for some time, before saying "You're a real weird human."

Dylan just nodded.

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After that, and a couple minutes of squabbling, they had gone back to Dylan's room. He had fallen asleep relatively quickly, with no more screamed rants on the Eevee's part.

But she had stayed awake.

She stared at the human, the one who seemed to not have any regard to the fact that she was an Eevee and a shiny.

Why?

For sure, there had to be a reason. No one had looked at her like she was anything but an object before. It was concerning, to say the least. There was probably something wacky going on in the kid's head. Why else would he be in the hospital?

Yes, She thought, before drifting off to sleep on the comfortable bed, This human was a strange human indeed.

And, done! Whew, did that all in one day! First off, I want to say thank you to my wonderful viewers, reviewers, followers, PMers, and the like! It means so much to me that you think that this story is good and worthy of reading and following :)

Anyways, I'd like you to know that I'm not trying to make Dylan overpowered or anything. He can understand pokéspeech for a reason (That we will get to much later on in the story), and Eevee is not going to be an easy companion to have, and she will be the only particularly rare pokémon on his team. When I was writing her, I was also listening to Roosterteeth's rage quit, so she's basically kind of based off Micheal. I had to, I'm sorry XD

The first OC is going to be introduced next chapter! Yay!

Oh yeah, and if anyone can guess what's going on in the prologue, kudos to you! That's probably one of the most confusing, sleep gargled things I've ever written.

(I probably could've written this chapter so much better. I'm ashamed of myself...)