Alright, here we are! I've wanted to make this story for a long, long time now, but never found the energy or time to write out a plot I enjoyed. Well now, thanks to the help of Just a Hollowed Writer (Just_A_Shiny_Eevee) on AO3, and BTJE, its finally got footing, and I'll be attempting a semi regular upload schedule if I can manage. I really hope you enjoy!

Blessing of the Sun

Chapter 1

In the Flesh?

Brrrrrriiiinnnggggggggggg,

The bell of the school day finally rang out, Three o'clock on a Friday. Soon, the commotion of kids trying desperately to escape the building filled the halls of Rustboro High School. The busy clapping of shoes, bags, and voices pushed their way through the building to get out. Kids are knocked away as older and stronger ones push through. The seniors left first as the rest of the school slowly trickled out. Few had bikes to ride home, and none with cars. It was a reasonably small town, and most lived here or in Petalburg, with the trek not far from the school, maybe fifteen minutes if you lived on the other side of the small town.

Then there was me. I was soon walking out of the school, heavy bag in tow, and baggy eyes. Staying up late to finish homework and study for a test the night prior isn't the best idea, I noted. That's what happens when you put off an essay the night before, thinking about doing it, but instead putting it off until the very last moment. I sigh as I step down the concrete stairs, relaxation taking over as the day is done. The test was done, the essay turned in, and the weekend returns once more.

I look up to the sky, the cloudless afternoon and warm sun provides a nice respite from the freezing weather that had begun taking hold, threatening to turn the coming months cold. Trees began changing to auburns, oranges, and yellows, a few losing them all together as they drifted to the ground. I run my fingers through the mess of hair atop my head, combing through it as the warm air runs through me.

"Hey Eli! Wait up!"

I turn around to see a short, black haired boy running up behind me, and I wave back as he catches up. "Hey Dakotah, what's up?" I asked, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath. He had an oversized jacket on, and jeans, not as helpful in today's warm weather.

"I, hah, wanted to walk with you!" He said, taking heavy breaths. He soon stood straight up. "You should wait for me. You know I'm a bad runner." He said. I let out a chuckle, his heavy set body and his shortness of breath showing that fact quite well.

"Alright, alright. I'll try to wait. You've got to hurry more though. It's not like we even live that close together." I say. While it was weird he insisted we walk such a short distance together everyday, I did enjoy being around him. He's one of the few friends I had at school anyway.

"Hey! You're nice to talk to. Might as well while we can, right?" He responded, and I rolled my eyes with a grin on my face. Dakotah and I often walked together part of the way home, but really only walked about five minutes together before our paths split us. He always insisted we did things together, and I never really understood why he wanted to be around me so much.

We began walking, leaves falling through the air as we took the sidewalk to the southern part of town. We approached a suite of apartment buildings, and Dakotah split off from me, heading towards the main building. "See you later dude!" He said, sprinting off to the steps that lead upward. For someone who didn't like to run, he sure was in a hurry-

I bumped into someone, stumbling back as I recovered from the sudden impact. I shake my head, and focus on what I made contact with.

Well, this was definitely one way to start a weekend.

"Hey! Watch where the hell you're going!" A female voice said sharply. The figure turned around, staring at me. Her name was Lilly, and was about Six foot one, an inch taller than me. She stood with long, dirty blonde hair, with shorts and a purple T-shirt. She had always picked on me since elementary school about small, stupid things that never made much sense.

"Ah, look who it is. Walking home with your Boyfriend?" Lilly spat. This again. She had some wild need to prove Dakotah and I were dating for whatever reason. The only grounds she had is that we hung out a bunch, but that wasn't her goal. Her goal was to tease and make fun of me for one reason or another. We never actually got along, but she's made it her goal over the years to publicly insult me. It's not like she had anything to lose though. Lilly had no friends at school. She had nothing better to do.

"What does it matter to you? Don't you have a bunch of Pokemon to talk to?" I retorted. "At least I've got friends to talk to instead of resorting to bullying them." I glare before walking past, ignoring Lilly's next insult.

"Whatever gaywad. It's not like you have many friends. I've got a whole farm of 'em!" Lilly said, walking off towards the woods that lead to said farm, as I headed away too, down the path leading to Petalburg. I groaned. How could someone so insufferable be stuck in the same class as me for seven years?

I sighed, and continued walking on the path south, trees soon covering the path in a blanket of shade. It was still quite warm, soft spots of sunlight leaking through the foliage, as a leaf landed on my head of messy hair. I reached a hand up and grabbed it, bringing it to my face to inspect it for a moment. It was a nice bright red color, and I smiled before tossing it aside. Another deep breath of fresh air. I need to get out more often.

I jumped, freezing in my tracks as a sharp shriek echoed through the forest. I twist my head every which way, trying to figure out the source of the shrill yelp. Another, softer cry for help was off to my left, and I noticed a single, cream-tipped tail sticking out of the side of the brush. I dropped my backpack softly to the ground, and started walking with haste and caution to the Pokemon that seemed to be in danger.

Curiosity got the better of me, even if this was a bad idea. I didn't have any Pokemon on me, and I was far from trained to deal with an injured Pokemon. Yet, my brain needed to know. Why was the Pokemon in trouble? I only heard rustling from the bush itself, nothing else around it. Whatever trouble they were in, it was alone. Is it trapped? Hurt?

I get close to the bush, and start slowly and quietly parting the grass to reveal a Ninetails, stuck standing and struggling against a metal trap on the forest floor. Its mouth was chewing on the steel teeth, unable to pry itself free as blood softly trickled down to its paw. I slowly approach the side of the beast and reach my hand toward the trap. "H-hey now, I'm gonna get you out of there."

It immediately turned its head and bit my hand, sinking some of its sharp teeth into my hand. Pull my hand back, shaking it as I deal with the sudden sharp pain. "Ow! What the hell was that for? I was only trying to help you!" I whipped the blood from my hand, before bashing myself internally. Of course it bit, you just snuck up on an injured animal, why wouldn't it attack?

I took a deep breath, and started again, this time from the front. "Hey, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to get you out of that trap." I said in a calm voice, my uninjured hand stretched out and slowly approaching the trap, palm up. "See? No harm."

It growled, baring its teeth, yet it doesn't move as I move my hand closer and closer to the trap. I adjust my body to get close, and it moves back with a louder growl. It doesn't attack, however. I eventually place my hand on the trap, and start slowly prying it open. It wasn't a big trap by any means, and could easily be undone by a human. But a trapped Pokemon, scared and hurt, wasn't going to have the same luck.

Soon the jaw of the trap was pulled off the leg of the Ninetails. It pulled out its paw, and made a mad dash deeper into the forest, faintly limping as it did.. I let go of the trap, and looked up to where the Ninetails ran. It was standing between two trees, staring back at me. Its eyes were a deep crimson red, and they felt like they looked deep, deep into me. A sharp pain seared into my head, and I brought a hand up to clutch it for a moment. I look back up a second later, to see the Ninetails was nowhere to be seen.

I sat for a moment, My breath short and heavy as I processed the event. A moment of total silence took over, before I shook my head, and stood up. Crap, I've gotta get this treated quick, I thought to myself. I grabbed my bag, and hurried the rest of the way home, as it was closer than anywhere else at the moment. I reached the front door of the somewhat sizable house and rushed straight to the bathroom.

No one would be home for another hour, luckily, I knew how to reasonably treat my wound thanks to basic training. It wasn't a severe issue, thankfully. All I had to do was disinfect the wound, then cover it. I'll have to get it checked for rabies. Or PokeRus. "A-ahh, god that stings," I say aloud to no one. Slowly, I pour rubbing alcohol atop the wounded area, pulling that and some puffballs from under the bathroom sink. I used the cotton balls to soak up the blood and alcohol, and soon wrapped the area in gauze. I let out a sigh as the pain slowly subsided.

I sat down on the bathroom floor for a moment, and inspected my hand. Why was a Ninetails there? They aren't native to Hoenn. At least, not this area. Why was there a trap there? Who's placing them? Isn't poaching so close to a city illegal? A slurry of thoughts hit me like a truck, then another wave of pain hit soon after, not unlike the one that I got after staring into the eyes of that Ninetails before it left. Its eyes weren't glowing before I freed it. Why then?

I shook my head before standing up. I'm way over thinking this. I need to lay down. Maybe dad can pick up Shane from school. Shane is my younger brother, and was wheelchair bound. At the age of 12, he couldn't push himself home from school thanks to a lack of sidewalks, and needed either my dad or I to get him back from school.

I pull my phone out to text My dad. My phone's background was a cute drawing of a Riolu he had made in class. It was pretty crappily made, but it was cute, and it meant a lot. I pulled up his contact.

Eli: Hey, can you grab Shane from school? I scraped my hand badly, and I've got a nasty headache

He texted back a few moments later.

Dad: Lucky i get off early. You ok? Theres advil in the cupboard if you need it.

Eli: I'll be alright, just need to lay down.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, then headed upstairs to the second floor of the house, opening the door to my room. It was dark, thanks to the curtains being drawn. Clothing was messily strewn across the floor. I tossed my backpack to the side of my desk, and sat down on the side of my bed. I cupped my face, and rubbed my eyes. The now-covered hand was pulsing in dull pain, just enough to remind me it was there. I laid down fully onto my bed, slowly closed my eyes, and let sleep take me.

I drift awake. The warm spot I lay on felt wonderful as I stretched. I slowly open my eyes and I find myself in a field of tall grass. I spotted trees in the distance, but that part didn't matter. I start wandering through the grass, slowly exploring the area. The grass here was tall, towering over as I started walking faster. Then faster, soon finding myself in a sprint as I run through the open field. It felt wonderful, freeing! The rush of wind in my fur, paws slapping against the ground. it all felt so right.

Then I actually woke up. My eyes parted, revealing a ceiling instead of the sunny sky. I stretch my arms above my head, before sitting up again. I sat there for a moment, blinking while I gathered my thoughts. Paws? What a weird dream… I think to myself. I grumble, as I hear my bed creak and bounce softly. My head turns up to see Clark, a small Eevee I had as a companion for a few years. Poor thing ran under our back porch after being chased down by wild Poochyenas. I took him in, and he recovered quickly. All that was left from the attack was a small, horizontal scar right above his left eye, and a small nick out of his right ear.

He crawled onto my lap. He must've come up here after I collapsed on my bed. Likely laying on the floor, waiting for me to get up. The little guy was worried about me. He started softly nuzzling my hand, and I pet between his abnormally large ears.

'Vuuee!' He 'said' in response to the pets. I smiled back. A rough start to the weekend, instantly cured by the affection of Clark.

"Love you too, little guy." I responded. He might've been able to somewhat understand me, but I could never do the same with him. Not his words, at least, if you could call them words. What would it be like to talk to Pokemon, anyway? Would they be Human words blocked by translation?

Another sharp pain in my head, and I bring the hand not petting Clark to my aching temple. What the hell is going on with these headaches? I look at the hand I had brought to my head. The same one the Ninetails had bit. My right hand. Covered in gauze, only one small spot of blood bled through. A small spot, right above the center of the back of my hand.

"At least the bleeding stopped," I said to myself.

'Veee?' The eevee seemed to have queried.

"I-it's nothing, don't worry. Just a wound, nothing serious." I stuttered. That was reassuring, I told myself. I continued petting the fluffy beast in my lap, soft purrs and 'Vuuees' in response to my affection. Before long, a strong knock was heard at my door, and my dad's deep voice echoed from the other side of the open doorway.

"Everything ok? You sound hurt. Not to mention the 3 hour nap." My father inquired. He was broad in the shoulders, and two inches shorter than I, standing at about five foot ten inches. I nodded my head, my bandaged hand resting out of site in my lap, right behind the Eevee.

"Yea, everything's ok. Just had a bad headache after falling pretty hard on my hand." I lied. My dad didn't need to add more to his plate. He was busy as is. Plus, it seemed like the bite wound was okay.

"Alright. Dinner's about ready, it's Mac and cheese if you'd like to join us." He said, and I nodded in response. A sigh of exhaustion escaped him as he left. Long day at work I guess. I pat Clark on the head once more, and place him next to me on the bed, before standing up.

"Time for dinner little guy." I said as I stretched my back and arms. He hopped off the bed, and started walking out and down the stairs. I followed suit soon after.

It was a nice house, quite large for just 3 people. My room was on the second floor, the stairs right in front of it, both connected to a balcony that overlooked the living room. It connected to the other side of the wall, with another door leading to my dads bedroom. The floor below was a nice and spacious living room, with a couch near the center right, and two couches tilted toward a somewhat large television. The couch was up against a room divide, the other room being the kitchen. A somewhat large counter near the center with a stovetop, and one on the wall behind it, the oven, fridge, and microwave having their resting spot there.

I walked down the stairs, and walked to the kitchen, where my dad was at the stove, scooping artificial cheese-covered noodles into three bowls. He handed me two, each with a utensil in them. The table we sat at was right on the other side of the kitchen, my brother at one end of the small table, sitting in his moderately sized wheelchair as opposed to one of the chairs normally at the table.

We soon began eating, and I accidentally used my right hand to eat, showing my injured hand to Shane. "What happened to your hand?" He immediately asked, prompting my dad to look up from his phone and see it too.

"Whoa, is everything ok?" My dad questioned shortly after setting eyes on my hand.

"Yea, I'm alright. Just fell on the way home, that's all." I responded, mildly annoyed that I had to answer at all. "Took a hard fall and hit a sharp rock." I said with reasonable confidence.

"Alright." He said, but paused before taking another bite. "It wasn't from that Lilly girl, was it?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

I blinked, shaking my head. "N-no? What? She's mean, but not cruel." I responded. I disliked her immensely, but she wouldn't get physical with anyone. Well, aside from when-

"Alright, alright. Glad to hear you're ok at least." He quickly resumed his meal. We soon finished our meals, put dishes in the dishwasher, and I went to feed the Pokemon. I found Clark near his bowl, as well as Blair, a Delcatty that had been given to my brother a couple years ago. Shane had never been able to go on a trainers journey like other kids his age when he turned ten. However, our father knew the professor in Newleaf City quite well, and Professor Birch was able to get a soft, easy Pokemon for him to attempt to learn about them.

But, as expected, he couldn't truly take care of the Skitty, and most of the care fell onto me. That fact alone didn't bother me, as I had already gotten Clark before then. An extra small mouth to help take care of was no issue. However, Blair was different.

"AH! BLAIR BROUGHT A RATTATA IN AGAIN!" I heard Shane yell from the living room. Speak of the devil. I quickly ran out of the room the food was in to find Blair in the middle of the living room, batting at the half alive body of a Rattata. I sigh. That's the third one she's brought in this week. I run to the kitchen and grab a paper towel, and shoo Blair away. I pick up the struggling Rattata and bring it outside. I walk a ways into the woods, and place it down softly. Rattata are surprisingly resilient, and they regularly come back from worse injuries than this one had. It began walking then running shortly after I placed it down.

She was a mischievous Skitty one day, and a hunting Delcatty the next. Blair evolved with little training, having done it herself defending our house from harmless Pokemon.

I walk back inside, the Delcatty in question looking quite frustrated. I walk to the food room, then I fill the bowls with dry food. One for Blair and another for Clark, and they soon begin eating. Once that was done, I walked back up to my room, and lay down once more. This has been one eventful day…

I pulled out my phone as I stripped down to nothing but boxers, and slowly crawled under the covers. Clark had hopped onto the bed next to me at some point, I hadn't noticed. I start slowly browsing my phone, but before long, I find myself drifting quickly. Soon I'm passed out once more, drifting into a deep sleep.

I drift awake once more, and find myself in the field once again. I looked around, the same trees in the distance, but this time, a red farm was ahead of me, a silo to the left of the entrance that faced me. It was at least a few hundred feet ahead. I started slowly walking, muzzle parting the grass as paws softly and quietly stepping, one after another.

Brushes behind me started moving, rustling. Something was behind me, and approaching quickly. I quickly turned around, and crouched low to the ground, both in fear and preparation to fight as instinct took over.

A Ninetails broke through the foliage.

I stayed crouched, looking up at the large beast atop me. Easily a foot taller than I, likely more. Its eyes started glowing a deep crimson red, piercing my mind as I woke up with a jolt, rocketing up to standing with breath heavy and sweat dripping down my face and body.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the, daylight? Dark? Neither made sense. As I turn up to the window next to my bed, my eyes taking in the full moon, I relax. Just a nightmare.

That was before I turned to my right, and came face to face with an Eevee.

I jumped back, scared. I blink and stare for a moment, before realizing it was just Clark. "J-jeez Clark, you scared me. S-sorry for scaring you bud, Just a bad dream…" The last part was more to myself as I relaxed. Wait. Since when was Clark at eye level?

"E-eli? W-what's going on?" I froze. Totally still. Clarks mouth moved with those words, and seemed to come from him. D-did he just talk?

"W-why are you a Vulpix?"

Thank you for reading! This was fun to write, And I couldn't have done it without the help of the two I talked about above! Leave a review too, I'll be reading and responding to all of them!