I Don't Own Pokemon

This is going to be a long one and that's because I won't be able to post over the weekend, so I'm doing a big one right here.

This chapter is going to be very very dark compared to others, even when eevee was caught, isn't going to hold up to the mindless drama and edge I put into this, also after reading this and if you think you'll want to leave the story read the end card before hand just to at least see my reasons.


Walking straight up to him I didn't even wait for his acknowledgement before I felt a snarl ripped from my throat in a sound I didn't know I could make as I slammed my fist into his face, launching him off the couch he was sitting on. Glaring down at him I was about to move towards him again when one of his friends made a move towards me.

I barely gave him a look before pushing hard against his chest sending him back a good three feet pushing two of the people behind him to the ground, I looked down at my hand for a second in confusion, before the anger flared back up as I stepped around the couch and pressed my foot onto the trash's chest.

"You're going to tell me where you left that charmander, right now" I was surprised as I listened to the slight growl in my voice but didn't care to study it, instead I glared down at the stain below me.

"Why, would you want to know abo-AAHHH" His scream came from me taking my foot of his chest and instead placed it in his ribs with a kick.

"Strike One, where is Charmander" He just thrashed under my foot like a bug for a moment and I was about to kick again when.

"Get off me you Pysch-FUUU" Another kick, and this time he was actively trying to escape

"Strike Two, tell me WHERE IS IT" He seemed to understand I wasn't going give up ,but the pathetic little thing still tried to talk me out of it.

"He's probably felt already, come on just let m-UH" I interrupted, him by slamming my foot on his chest knocking the air out of his chest.

"And that's strike three, you're out" With that I bent down and punched him across the face, enjoying the sound of his nose cracking under my rage. Grabbing his jacket I pulled him to his feet and looked over to his friends.

"Someone give me your phone" No one seemed to be willing. Dropping the trash on the ground I took a step forward with a glare on my face before saying.

"Strike On-" I didn't have to finished before I was handed a phone. Moving back over the unfortunately still conscious trash, I picked him up once move before dragging him over towards the doors. He seemed to not like that plan as he fought against me but I just forced him along saying.

"You're out remember, if you won't tell me where it is then I'll force you to show me" With that I tossed him out and onto the road, watching with some satisfaction as he landed in a pile of mud before haling him to his feet.

"If you fight me on this I'll beat you till you're unconscious and leave you out to die, so I'm only going ask once, are you going show me to Charmander or am I going to have to break you" The bug just gave a nod before he pointed off down the road. With that I took him by the arm and dragged him down the road.

As we were walking, and I wasn't currently drowning in rage, I pulled out the phone for a moment and pressed a few buttons before sliding it back into my pocket before turning to my disgusting guide and asked.

"How could you abandoned a Pokemon like that? Do you, even care if it died?" I had to press my elbow into his chest before the stupid thing figured out he was suppose to responded.

"It was weak and pathetic I don't care what you say nothing will change that. And why should I care, if it had just died already then maybe I wouldn't be here" It took all my will power to not slam his face into the ground but a growl did get let out of my throat, I seemed to be doing that a lot.

After about twenty minutes of guiding later I manged to get him to say a few more remarks but I couldn't say that I withheld myself all of those times. So when we approached the rock where the small red lizard was on. My companion had multiple welts on his face.

The Charmander didn't seem to happy that I arrived with his trainer broken but before he could attack me, I just pulled out the phone and pressed play on the recording app I download before I left the Center. It hurt watching Charmander seem so broken after the tape ended.

Throwing the sad excuse of a human to the ground in front of me, slamming his back against the rock Charmander was still perched on I grimaced as sadness overcame rage as I saw the condition the lizard was in. The rain was also getting worse which was saying something considering how bad it was before I left the Center.

"Charmander, you're trainer abandoned you. You don't have to sit on this rock anymore, you're hurt and you're hungry. You need help, you need a Pokemon Center, come on, you can deal with you're grief later" He just gave me a sad nod, and was about to walk forward when the rain insensitivity increased massively, making him recoil in pain.

"Trash, where is Charmander's pokeball?" He would make it to the Center half dead even if I sprinted him back. So I needed to get him returned at once.

"I broke it, after I told that pathetic Pokemon to sit on that rock" I gave him a kick for the comment, before grabbing an empty pokeball off my belt and primed it, before telling Charmander.

"It'll be ok, you have to stay in the ball, I know you don't trust trainer's at the moment but if you want to survive this then you need to get in the ball" I watched as the Pokemon debated it for way to long before tapping the button, instantly capturing him.

Smiling down at the ball, now that my rage was going down I was glad that I got lost, I didn't see Ash a the Center then again if I did then I didn't see him. Which meant Charmander might have died. Clipping the pokeball to my belt I was about to grab the man still on the ground when I felt a stabbing pain run threw my left leg.

I yelled out in pain and anger as I looked down at the trash who seemed to have pulled a knife out of nowhere. My reaction was instant, I winded my right undamaged foot back and slammed it into his chest, with a snarl, I watched as he laid limp.

Reaching down I was about to pull the knife out when my left leg vanished in a small show of light. Falling on my back I panicked, as I pulled myself into a sitting positioning only to see my left leg was actually gone. I started to feel my body hyperventilate as I didn't care about the mud or my image as I ripped my pants down only to see something that wasn't my leg.

It was still a leg just really short and with black and red fur with a big gash on it. And just like that in a glow of light my leg was back. I was still panting hard as I looked at the human leg once gain in its right spot. Their was still the stab wound but it wasn't as bad as it was with the other leg.

I felt a sinking feeling in my gut as I forced myself to stand if a little uneasily, looking down at the unconscious man I noticed that their were cracks formed on the rock behind him. Those weren't there before, which meant I did that, I, hile still panicking while my uneven breaths, reached down and grabbed my pokedex out, pointing it at the man I hit scan.

"This is not a Pokemon, this is what is referred to as a human" I looked down at the device in my hand for a moment, just long enough to notice my hands were shaking like crazy. Turning the device to face me I once again pressed the scan button.

"This Pokemon is not registered, please receive the National Upgrade Package before trying again" I pressed it once more only to receive the same message. Turning the screen around I scrolled past the error box, I knew from Luxio that it still showed moves even if it couldn't show the basic Pokemon information of it, so if there wasn't anything there then it could just be a glitch.

My hopes were quickly dashed as I saw three moves on the screen, Sucker Punch, Leer, and Taunt. And with that my panic slowly began to turn into rage, and before long I knew what had happened.

That damn author, he not only dropped me in this world, but he stripped me of my humanity as well. At this point the rage I felt earlier was nothing compared to this. Looking up at the sky I felt a growl rip out of my throat before shouting as loud as I could.

"YYOOUU SSOONN OOFF AA BBIT-"


Turns out carrying an unconscious person with a stabbed leg while in the middle of a storm is a very bad idea. It only took me about a minute to figure that out. Still that might be because I currently hand my borrowed phone out pressed against my ear waiting for someone to pick up. After about five rings which I thought was just rude a voice answered.

"Yes, Cerulean City Police department, this is Officer Jenny, who is calling and what is your concern" I waited a couple second for her to finish before saying loudly to speak over the ran.

"It's Kyu, I'm calling in my favor" Like hell was I going to allow this man to get away from this.

"Oh Kyu! I haven't heard from you in weeks, what's that sound in the background?"

"That would be the storm that's north of Cerulean, anyway that's besides the point. Can you get a family member to the hospital on route twenty-four, along with an ambulance?" I was fully aware that I probably broke most of the ribs in his body and while I wouldn't mind him suffering it wouldn't be good if he punctured a lung and died.

"Why would you need that? And another thing is why are you in the rain to being with?" I struggled not to growl, something that seemed to become second nature and something that I hated.

"Some disgusting man tried to kill his Charmander by leaving it out in the rain. I disagreed with that, so I made him bring me to the Charmander, needless to say things didn't go as planned" I simplified it while also leaving out I beat him repetitively before hand but she didn't need to know that yet.

"Oh God! Are you hurt! Is the charmander ok? Don't worry, the Cerulean Police department will catch this despicable person in no time!" Why would she think I would let him get away?

"No need for that, I got hurt but just a little, no the ambulance is for him. You see while we were fighting a tree fell on him, it was the weirdest thing really. Anyway, I'm currently carrying his unconscious body over my shoulder, and he managed to stab me the the leg so I'm going to hang up now and get to the Pokemon Center"

And with that I hung up before she could ask if I was alright. I hated that question when it was directed at me. I got asked it way to many times while I was completely fine to not dislike it. Still, I knew I wasn't alright, the only reason that I wasn't still in the forest screaming damnations at the sky was because I still had Charmander in a pokeball.

Thankfully, after a painfully long walk, I walked past the sliding doors of the Pokemon Center and dumped the trash onto the couch that was still tipped. I noted that all conversation had dropped as I walked in but I didn't care. Watching as the nurse ran up the the broke body of the pile of trash that he was I grabbed her arm and stopped her. She didn't seem to like that if her slap was anything to go by.

"How dare! Don't think the police aren't on the way, how could you beat on a innocent person like that!" Good the police were coming even without my call. Grabbing the pokeball off my belt I held out my and to her while pointing to the unconscious body before saying.

"In this pokeball is a charmander, that innocent person just tried to have it kill itself by ordering it to stay out in the rain and starve itself by saying he would be back. Now I've already called an ambulance, so how about you do your job and save that Pokemon's life" She still glared at me but I just turned and limped away, which she seemed to notice.

"You're leg! It's bleeding!" I didn't bother turning to look at her as I walked towards the videophone room.

"Yeah, I noticed when he stabbed me" She didn't seem to understand that I didn't want to be by anyone at the moment as she laid a hand on my shoulder and said.

"You need to get that stitched up, just wait a minuted, where do you think you're going" I felt something snap as I yanked my shoulder out of her grasp, turned around and glared at her. The reaction was instant as she flinched and took a few steps back. Turning back around I walked out of the room I said.

"I'm going to go confirm something. You do your damn job already,and stop worrying about a human when you should be working on the Pokemon in your hand!" I chose to not think about how that was Ironic. I wasn't going to even entertain that notion until I knew for certain, and that mean I needed to place a call.

Still as I walked I frowned at her reaction, was that Leer? I shook my head as I entered the room before closing the doors behind me and locked it once I saw that the room was clear of people. Walking up to the closing phone station I punched in the number for my 'parents' home in Unova.

After a moment I watched as a woman appeared on screen that my mind traitorously thought of was 'mom'.

"Oh, hi Kyu! You haven't called in forever! I know about the time zones and all but could you try and call more often?...Kyu? What's wrong honey you seem upset?" It was sad to say that my first real conversation with this woman would go this way but I needed answers.

"Mom, I'm sorry to spring this on you but I've hand a really bad day so just answer honestly ok?" She seemed confused still she nodded nonetheless, but that didn't mean I didn't note the trepidation she had. I already knew I wasn't going to get the answer I wanted but I asked anyway.

"Mom, why am I a Pokemon?" Her face immediately broke into horror, damn it!

"U-Um, honey I don't know what you're-" I wasn't going to let her escape this.

"Don't Mom, seriously don't, I have had a horrible day and have just had my life relive to be a lie, I really don't need my mother lying to my face right now. Just...Just tell me why?" I watched her face contort into guilt for just longer than I wanted to have to watch before she started talking again.

"I don't know how you figured out, but about fourteen years ago, me and your father found out that I could get pregnant. So we went looking for other options, we were turned down for adoption three separate times before a Zoroark your dad had recently found laid her egg.

She gave it to use as a gift for helping her threw her pregnancy, and after a little researched we found that Zorua could transform into solid things. And one thing led to another and we got a Physic with Miracle Eye to help out and well..." After that she trailed off looking away from me guilt at what she did.

I sighed as I pressed my hands against my face as I replayed that in my head. After a moment I with a shaky breath looked back up at the woman on the screen and said.

"What all did the Psychic do to me, just make me forgot, did they make me forget how to transform. What more should I know about myself that got taken from me" I knew I wasn't the one that should complain but this was my body now damn it and I wanted to know what happens with it.

"Zorua are Dark type Pokemon so even with Mircle Eye the Physic couldn't do much. Just enough make you forget about being a Pokemon and lock away how to transform into anything else, well besides your Pokemon form, no amount of effort could stop a Zorua from not retaining that, but we were told over time you would forget the muscle memory so it wouldn't be a problem"

I didn't bother to point out that she was refusing to call my a Zorua just that Zorua in general couldn't forget that. She really wanted to act like I was her son didn't she, just ignore all the problems and they'll go away right? Whatever, I can't scourge up anymore outage tonight. Instead I just sighed before saying.

"Alright, we are going to talk more about this when I get home" I need time to think about this bloody situation and so I needed to buy sometime were these two won't be consistently calling but it seemed she got the wrong idea.

"Really! You're coming home right now? That-"

"No, I'm going to be coming home in a few months after I get the rest of the badges I need and complete in the Indigo League, that plan hasn't changed" She seemed to deflate at that but nodded nonetheless. After a moment I knew I needed one more thing before I hung up.

"Do you mind seeing if Professor Jupiter could send me, my pokeball?" I would rather have it on me personally, not that I didn't trust them but, no I'll be honest with myself, I don't trust them near as much as to let them have that much control over me. But sadly all I got in return was a blank look.

"Your pokeball?" Oh god, they never caught me, while their was a small part of me that was glad, their was another part of me that realized that every time I held a primed pokeball since I arrived here I could have trapped myself in their potential for the rest of my life.

"Never mind, I'll catch myself later, once I have sometime to think things through" With that I dropped my head backwards as I sighed a tire sigh once more just to let myself sulk for a bit before having to go open those doors and have to deal with the police.

After a moment I was about to stand up when I notice a Chansey walking up to me with a medkit in hand. Looking past her shoulder I noted that there was a faultily only doorway that I missed. As Chansey got closer I just decided to accept my fate before saying.

"Oh don't bother, I got something that'll work" They seemed confused until I pulled out a potion from my ever present bag and sprayed it on the gash after rolling up the destroyed jeans I was wearing. Of course Chansey tried to stop me as potions didn't work on humans for a reason.

"No! Stop you can't...Wait what?" They reason she said that was because we both watched as the skin knitted itself back together. My illusions were solid which meant they reflect the damage so fix the damage and the illusion fixes itself. Neat. Looking over at the confused Chansey I said.

"I'm a Zorua it seems, that's why I was in such a bad mood earlier. It kinda sucks to realize my life has been a lie" She gave a slow nod before lowering the midkit in confusion about what to do next. Well, if she was trying to take care of me then I don't see why I shouldn't not ask for anything.

"Hey Chansey? If you don't mind could you get me something to eat?" Luckily she seemed fine with having something knew to do now that she could complete her first task. Watching as she walked off I stood up and walked for a bit to see how I healed up. I couldn't even notice any damage.

Not long after that Chansey returned with a cup in her hand, looking at it in confusion I grabbed it and noticed that it was filled with Pokemon food. I looked at the cup for a solid minute before slowly and hesitantly brought a single bit up and popped it into my mouth.

I almost instantly gagged, not that it tasted bad no, because of the amount of flavor that exploded in my mouth. I never really questioned why the food I bought at the stores tasted so bland, I just thought it replace flavor with it being long lasting or something similar.

But it appeared that I just didn't have the taste buds for it. After that I didn't hesitant to pop a few more into my mouth. It was nice to have a nice meal after almost two months, even if it did come in pelt sized bites, but sadly I couldn't wait out here forever.

So with that I made my way towards the doors and unlocked them, stepping into the main room I noted that the trash had already been carted off and a Jenny was going around asking questions. At least until she saw me, once that happened she began to walk over. But I didn't mind, after all I was already emotional drained enough that I just felt numb as she asked her questions.


Yeah, Kyu's a Pokemon, I wonder how many people thought he could use aura or didn't even notice the hints I was laying out over the past couple chapters. To be fair none of them were overly obvious, the most obvious ones were Kyu using sucker punch on Eevee's old trainer, and when he didn't like the idea of teaching Eevee a Fighting type move. As to why I did this is kind of simple. I know most people probably won't like this and that's find but for those that o continue I'll give you the run down as why.

First Aura is overused to hell and back. And while main character human is relived to be a Pokemon isn't exactly new it is less known about and to be more honest fun to write about. Remember a few chapters ago about how he treated Pokemon and humans different and that their was another reason for it, well this is it.

The second reason is I mean just think about a Dark type, what comes to mind really? Manipulative, Often Fakes what other people see, Self serving, enjoys messing with people and enjoy pissing them off. Does any of that sound similar? It should.

Also something I should add is that he isn't going to be battling, like ever, so don't worry about that, so far he doesn't even know how to work his transforms. He isn't going to suddenly be a bad ass with max stats. No it's going to be real obvious real quick that his Team is and always going to be leagues ahead of him in basically everything.

Anyway the lightheartedness will be brought back in the next chapter.