AN: And welcome to the fourth entry to the series. Same as before; 40 chapters and 05 extra chapters at the end of the story that kind've act similar to that of filler stories, stories that happen on the side of the main one.

I have three OC requests from other readers originally wanting them to appear in the previous story, 03, but I couldn't quite find the right chapter to place them all in without being all cramped up and out of place. And I was almost finished with the story. So I asked them if they wanted to be placed in this story and they have agreed all three of them, huyah! So uh please enjoy Pokemon Dreams 04 Aqua.

Speech "Who are you?"

Italic for thought "Is that… Shiny Latias? It can't be!"

Bold for area Random Store - 44:4PM

Chapter 01 – Gang of Castelia City

We just wanted to be free. Free from the fighting, from the bloodshed and death that I saw. Surrounded by our enemies with what little strength I had on that beach with the moons pale light was all we had for light source, I couldn't give up.

I was tired, bleeding, but still pushing myself to the very limit to see the next day, no matter what. I had to survive, I wanted to see my friends and family again, and protect my new family.

That year, we travelled all of Unova in search for a home, a safe home for us to stay for the rest of our days in peace. I say 'we' because of her; an Oshawott I had met on the beach near Castelia City. We were taken in by the same Pokemon standing on the beach ready to attack and to kill at any second now.

In their place we thought we were safe there with them, that their home could become ours. But then we saw them for what they truly were, we had to escape them, but they found us. All we wanted was a place to call our own, a place we could call home.

Castelia City – Beach – 2024 – Two days after the assault on Team Doom

A lone shiny female Oshawott walked the shorelines of the beach just on the edge of Castelia City, frightened, scared without much direction other than follow where the shoreline would take her. She had been walking ever since leaving the center of the city not caring who would find her here or what would happen to her after, she just wanted to see the ocean before the end. She sat down on the sand and watched the waves, her heart beating fast now. This beach was dangerous for Pokemon like her, they would find her soon, minutes, hours, this beach was always watched by the worst kind, and she knew it. She didn't care about that anymore, she didn't care what they did to her, and all she knew was that soon, all of this would be over…

for about a month now she had been left alone, alone to wander the streets aimlessly not knowing what she could do now. She knew there were many gangs in this city that would eat her alive if they knew she had entered their territory, but she didn't care, not anymore. The Oshawott had given up on everything, she was trapped in this city, a city occupied by many gangs all fighting for control and if she were ever caught int he crossfire she would be dead. Every possible escape in the city was blocked by them, gangs watching both entrances of the city, even gangs watching the borders for possible rival factions moving in to take over their territory, even the ocean had been taken by one of the worst and dangerous gangs she knew had controlled the very same sand she walked on. "At least it'll be quick" She thought with a sigh, kicking the sand as she walked slowly along the shoreline. She wondered how long it would take for them to find her, for them to come up with the accusation that she was a rival gang member attempting to infiltrate the base or as a distraction. No matter what she would say, she knew they would not listen, they would not believe her. But if the Oshawott knew this and what could happen, why was she giving up this easily? Surely enough she could find a trainer or a human to take her in or tried at least on escaping.

"Hm?" She turned. Something had caught her eye as it washed up shore on the beach, something white and stained with red. Then as the waves had pushed him further up from the ocean and onto the beach, she noticed it was a Pokemon, and the red stains were blood. "I-is that a… a body?" She squeaked, fearing that this was where the 'Cruel One's' dumped the bodies of those who anger them, of what they do to their enemies. The little Oshawott was just about to tuck tail and run away as fast as she could… but stopped when she realized whatever it was that had just washed up ashore was moving… it was alive. Cautiously, she approached it until she was about ten steps away from what she now realized was a Dewott, a male Dewott bleeding all over from head to tail.

This Dewott's body fur was white when it should've been light blue, that was what the little Oshawott's parents had told her years ago when she was a young Oshawott wanting to know about her next evolution form. Perhaps it was a regional variant she thought, a Pokemon from another region.

"H-hello, can you hear me?" She asked, lightly shaking him with her little paws, but no response. She walked around his body to get a closer look at his face; his right side cut up badly with deep long cuts across his cheek and forehead. She didn't know what to do. The 'Cruel One's' would surely catch them both if she didn't get off the beach and to somewhere safer, a place where she could try and help the Dewott. But she didn't have anywhere else to go, she didn't know how she could carry him off the beach. The Oshawott kneeled down in front of his face and placed a paw on his forehead, he was burning up, and time was running out. If she left him he would die by his sickness or because of the 'Cruel One's', if she stayed with him she wouldn't stand a chance against them, they would both be killed.

"Hello little one!" She heard a voice behind her… it was one of the 'Cruel One's' she was too late. She heard many footsteps approach her from behind, ten of them, fifteen, maybe more. Before she could turn around or react to them, her vision suddenly went black. Death, no she wasn't dead, not yet at least. The 'Cruel Ones' were called such by not granting their victims a quick death, but a long and painful death. The rumors she had had heard about from other Pokemon within the city, they were sickening, the stuff of nightmares.

Unknown Location

Darkness surrounded me everywhere I looked, except for the light above shinning down on me like a spotlight. There was a sharp pain in my left eye, but I couldn't see anything through it since there was a large patch covering my eye. I was covered; my arms, chest and forehead were all covered in patches over large cuts and wrapped in bloodstained bandages covering up my deep cuts. I was an old mattress in what appeared to be some kind of makeshift hospital room with medicine cabinets, a saline bag hung up on a coat hanger hooked up to my arm. My right arm felt numb, like it had been crushed by something incredibly heavy.

"You're awake?" I heard a voice beside me. I turned my head to see a female shiny Oshawott sitting on top of a small bedside chair. On top of her head wrapped around some fur sticking up at the top of her head was a slightly torn pink ribbon with a blue gem-like stone at the knot. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't wake up… how are you feeling?"

I was confused, confused as to where I was and who this Oshawott was and why was she here watching over me. "It hurts all over… w-what happened to me? Where am i?" The Oshawott shook her head.

"I don't know. I found you washed up on the beach like that, covered in many scratches all over. But as to where we are…" She sighed glumly. "W-where are in the 'Cruel One's' hideout."

"The 'Cruel One's'?" I asked, and in response she nodded once. "Who are they?"

"They're a gang of stray Pokemon living in the southern section of Castelia City without any trainers. They steal from others, kill any that dare challenge them, wanting to take control over the city whilst pushing out the opposing rivals… and punishing those who dare enter their territory…" The Oshawott glanced back over her shoulder towards the dark side of the room. "I found you washed up on the beach… right on their territory."

"I'm sorry; if I hadn't been there on the beach you wouldn't have ended up in here with me…" I felt a surge of pain shot up at the back my neck, but I didn't show this and remained silent. I was struggling to keep my right eye open every time I tried to move it… which was odd because I could only feel my right eye move and not my left…

She shook her head and smiled. "If you weren't there on the beach I would've most definitely been caught by them already. Do you want some water?" She asked, I nodded my head desperate for some water. The Oshawott hopped off and walked away from the bed and returned with a filled plastic cup of water she had got from the darker side of the room. "I'm afraid this is the only cup of water you can have because the Pokemon who brought us here are disusing amongst themselves whether or not on what to do with us." The Oshawott leaned the plastic cup up to my lips and helped me drink the water in small sips... the water was slightly warm, but it was good enough.

"So uh… d-do you have a name? Or are you called Dewott?" She asked me after setting the plastic cup beside the bed. There was something wrong with that. Not just the name, I knew that already, but I couldn't remember anything else.

"My name is Zack… uh?" Usually whenever I introduce myself I always say my full name 'Zack Raines' yet I only said Zack and nothing else. I knew something was up with that, but I couldn't figure it out on what it was. "Y-yeah, that's my name." I had no memory of anything, except only my name 'Zack' that was the only thing I knew. Everything else was a complete blank; where I came from, my family if I had any, friends, enemies, or even why I was a white Dewott, all blank. A white Dewott with only a name and nothing else.

"Wowie, you must be a Pokemon from another region!" She giggled, examining my fur and looking into my eye. "Red pupils and black eyes… I have never seen a Dewott like you before, you must be pretty unique." I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I thanked her anyway, resting my head back on the small pillow as if to ease the already growing pain at my left eye. I had wondered how I ended up like this; washed up on the beach covered in cuts all over, my left eye hurting the worst out of all of the other injuries I had. "I must've been in some kind of battle recently, maybe an accident at sea and lost my memories."

Turning my head, curious as who it was that saved my life, I asked her. "So what's your name?"

The Oshawott smiled cutely and said "My name is Aqua; it's nice to meet you Zack." She smiled, and I smiled back. I was starting to like this Pokemon and thought we could get along well. Being in their hideout, this gang Aqua calls 'The Cruel One's' if they truly were as dangerous as she says they are, then we are going to need to help each other out especially if we want to escape with our lives.

To be continued...

Trivia:

This chapter originally began in the gang's hideout with Aqua telling Zack how she found him unconscious on the beach and how they got there. She was in the first draft a member of the gang, a loner who hadn't interacted with the others as much.

AN: Usually every chapter I type up has around minimum of 2 to max 10k words. But I promise the next chapter will be longer.