Falling. It's a cool feeling to experience. The body at first wants to panic, but what happens when it realizes there doesn't seem to be an end? That's what I was thinking, slowly turning my head left and right to get a look around me. Wind seemed to scream past me, tugging at my clothes and hair. I smiled in relief. I was still human, no matter if I was going to die soon.

Below me two warring masses met, an ocean and a continent, each seeming to expand beyond the horizon. The warm glow of the sun above me kissed both and I was in awe of the beautiful sight. I continued on.

A city rose beneath me, like some great behemoth as I fell closer and closer to the ocean's surface. To my continued amazement I started to slow down as I fell past the tip of the skyscraper nearest to me. I took a glance at the window and saw my reflection. The sky noticeably grew darker and gave a threatening rumble like it was a wild animal pinned in a corner.

My reflection was that of a riolu! I started to panic and twisted and flailed waving arms now covered in black and blue fur. I saw inside the building people. My friends and family. Somehow I knew that even though they could help me, save me, they wouldn't. They all just looked at me and turned away.

Something curled around my ankle and waist, tugging me faster towards the water. Just Inches before I hit the dark, murky surface, I woke up on the floor by the couch that I had originally fallen asleep on.

It had been four days. Four days since I first realized I wasn't home anymore. I looked down at my new body and nearly cried. I growled quietly at myself after a while. Who was I to just fucking sit there and wallow in self-pity? Instead of sulking I could be trying to learn more about where I was, and see if I could find some way to turn back into human and get back home!

I soon found that my new-found desire wasn't enough as communication proved to be…amusingly difficult. I say it's amusing, but really only to the man I had first met whose sense of humor didn't seem to go very far as the gestures I was making to tell him that I wanted to go to a library or some sort of school were funny. When I look back now, I can understand the goofiness of the situation, me waving my arms about wildly. Writing didn't work too well either. The only thing I could make were what pretty much exactly like chicken-scratch.

I finally got so frustrated that that I just stomped over to the front-door and, pointing, shouted "Let me the fuck out!" He stopped laughing so suddenly I thought he had a heart attack. Shaking his head he replied, "I'm sorry, but if you want to go out, that can't happen. Your trainer needs to be found and if we do find them, we need you to be here." I tossed my hands in the air and walked to the couch, muttering under my breath a wide variety of threats I feel rather proud of, mostly vague threats on his life and family.

Four more days passed. Each day was the same as the last. Some random guy would stroll in, claiming to be my trainer to which I would just roll my eyes and ignore them. I think the man though I was getting worried. But let me tell you, four days may not seem like much but in my family we have something called Daniel Boone syndrome.

Basically it means that we don't take well to being cooped up and prefer a large amount of space to live in or roam as we will. Honestly though it should be called the Roiyal syndrome, after my family, 'cause we were out there in the woods roaming before Boone even learned how to walk.

Pretty soon, I was getting restless, pacing the floor, and just waiting for the first opportunity to high-tail outta town. And happily it came the very next night.

I woke to what sounded like a whispered conversation in the kitchen. I lifted my head to sneak a glance and saw the man and another guy in an apron and hiking boots talking. The apron-guy looked a lot like the poke-breeder you found in the video-games back home.

"So will you do it?" asked the man.

"Of course I will!" exclaimed apron-guy.

He was shushed by the man and I feigned sleep. He continued more quietly than before, "Of course I will. He'll be a great addition to our facility, especially if we can find a mate for him."

Oh Hell Nah.

I felt a slight breeze, like a window propped open nearby and lo and behold, there was, right at the foot of the couch to help cool the house, because for some friggin' reason I arrived in the dead of summer, not the beginning of autumn like at home.

I mentally considered taking my coat with me but decide against for a couple of reason: It was too big to wear comfortably for one and would only slow me down. There wasn't much of anything in my pockets but for a small ear-ring my sister had dropped and I had picked up the day I left. Taking it out I listened to the conversation the other two were having with half an ear.

The ear-ring was small, thick and had a gold-ish color to it. I grinned and almost chuckled at the thought of how much like a pirate I would look like. Carefully, grabbing my ear and pulling it tight, I quickly pricked a hole with the needle end of the hoop. There was a sharp sting then nothing. I closed it so the earring wouldn't fall out and crept towards the window.

A quick glance behind me showed they were still coming to some sort of agreement and weren't paying any bit of attention to me. I lifted the window and slid out as slowly and stealthily as possible, but my right foot caught and I tripped, slamming the window shut.

"Oh shit!" I shouted, getting up and running off. Apron-guy rushed out yelling "Charmeleon, get him back!"

"Fuck my life!" I knew what was chasing me and ran faster. "Oi, get back here! I don't want tah fight you!" This came from what I assume was the charmeleon and though he had a charming British accent, I wasn't doing it and said so with the eloquent words "Fuck off and leave me alone!" I think there was a reply but frankly, I didn't give a damn. I wasn't really listening at this point, just trying to make my way through the pitch-black woods.

I soon heard what sounded like a roar up ahead, like a river ending in a waterfall.

The moon slowly shied out from behind a cloud and showed me that that was exactly what was in front of me. I peered behind me and saw apron-guy huffing and puffing alongside the orange charmeleon who jogged a little closer before stopping a yard or so away. Charming - or whatever the hell the charmeleon's name was - told me "Yah go nowhere tah go now lad. Just come back. Don't worry we won't hurt yah."

"Oh go jump off a cliff."

He chuckled and shook his head at me. Thinking for a second, I continued "You know what, why don't I do that instead?" The sheer look of confusion and then sudden knowledge blooming in his face of recognition of what I meant was hilarious. His arm reached out as if he wanted to stop me, but I only laughed and turned around and ran.

I ran right off the edge of the cliff and into the nothingness of air, my shadow leaping ahead of me to greet the middle of the lake before me.

POV Change: ?

He jumped. The riolu actually Arceus-damned jumped! At least he got away from that trainer or poke-breeder or whatever that human was. But still! I hope he can swim. I still can't tell if it was sheer bravery, cowardice, or just plain foolishness.

I stole a glance at my companion, a usually stoic chansey who stared in disbelief at the falling riolu. When he finally hit the water, he was in some sort of dive that barely left a splash. Chans gasped and I just stared in admiration. He apparently DID know how to swim.

"Think he's okay?" I whispered. "Most riolu tend to sink,, but he just jumped like that didn't even matter to him." Chans didn't reply but I did feel the nod of affirmation she gave me as I watched the lake. I silently thought that she was right, but I was kind of worried. "Think we should meet him? He looked like he would be alright."

Chans seemed to give it some thought but shook her head and finally said "No i don't think we should. Let's just keep an eye on him for now." I nodded, but in my mind wished she wasn't so paranoid and that I was a lopunny, not a buneary, so I could help protect us. Then she wouldn't have to worry so much. I sighed to myself, worrying over her worrying over me. Sooner or later we'll be caught and that won't be good for either of us.

POV: Leo

The water I jumped into was so clear I nearly thought that there wasn't any water below me until I hit the surface. I swam down as far as my ears allowed me to get away from the surface in case the two above me jumped in after. A single look up told me that they had decided to give up instead and were walking away.

My lungs soon began to burn like someone who wanted to roast some marshmallows had lit a bonfire in them as I waited for the two enslaver-wannabes to have gotten far away. when I couldn't hold my breath anymore, I stroked my way up and breached the surface.

POV: ?

When he burst out of the water, I almost gasped. I don't know how to describe what I felt; the shear relief was nearly too much to bear and the beauty of the moment was almost indescribable. Chans elbowed me in the stomach to be quiet but I barely even noticed. It was like seeing a legendary for the first time.

It was only when he started to swim to the shore closest to us I snapped out of my reverie and slapped myself. I will not fawn over someone I don't even know…yet anyway. As that treasonous thought slid into my mind, I blushed furiously. Chans nudged me, rolling her eyes and gestured to leave. I followed her, yawning, eager to sleep and for tomorrow to come.

Sorry for the wait everyone, I was trying out a new technique. I also much prefer to write things down before typing them. Whoo! Wonder whats gonna happen next?