You know what I find weird?

I've seen hundreds of Were-Eeveelution fics.
Dozens of Were-Mightyanna, Were-Houndoom, Were-chu fictions.

Many other kinds of Were-Pokémon or Weremorphs, or whatever they're called…

But not One Were-Growlithe Fanfic.

I'm not suggesting anything.

The last chapter got me to thinking,
the original dog Pokémon has no Were-fictions,
and so I'm just a little ticked off is all.

If anybody knows of one please tell me.

National Suicide Hotline:1-800-488-3000

Every ending, is a new beginning.

"(What is up with you Jonathan!?!)," Mew nagged at me, "(You haven't done one thing to find the Phoenix Gate yet! And instead, you get yourself into trouble like you're some helpless child with a death wish!)"

"(Phoenix Gate?)"

"(You forgot!?!)"

"(Well, I… That's right, I was supposed to find it!)," I would have facepalmed myself, "(Why is it I couldn't remember until now?)"

"(That's what I want to know!)"

"(Of course, it might of helped if you, oh I don't know, tell me more information than that I need to find it!)"

"(Don't you yell at me…)," Mew huffed, "(It's your own fault that you woke up too soon last time.)"

"(I can't control when I wake up!)"

"(Look, we're running out of time!)," Mew finally got serious, "(You only have until the New Year's festival to find it.)"

"(New Year's? But that's almost a year from now.)"

"(Not human New Years, John.)," Mew flicked me on the head, "(The Ninetails New Year's festival.)"

"(The Ninetails New Years?)"

"(Doesn't anybody tell you anything? Every year, the Ninetails of every region gather together to discuss… Ugh, look just find the Phoenix Gate within the next two months and make sure that no humans or possible demons have it.)"

"(Well, I'd be glad to go looking for it, but as you might of guessed I'm not exactly an open range Torchic.)," I said to him, Mew just smirked at me, "(Why do I have the feeling that you're about to tell me something that I'm not going to like?)"

"(The last place that anyone saw the Pheonix Gate was near Golnar PokéAcademy.)"

"(At School? No, I wont go back there.)"

"(Stop being such a stubborn child.)"

"(I'm not… That hell is the last place that I ever want to be.)"

"(Why are you mortals alway so touchy?)"

"(It's the place I died, so you can't really expect me to be overjoyed about it.)"

"(Well, get over it, because finding that relic is more important than your silly little emotional scars.)"

"(Besides that, there's no gate at… come to think of it. How can you lose a gate?)"

"(It's not really a big gate.)" Mew waved its hand in the air a little and materialized a golden medal with a large red ruby in its center, "(Looks kind of like this.)"

"(You call that a gate?)"

"(Well, that's what it is. It's a gate. A locked portal. An opening to that which is forbidden except to an extremely select few, of whom don't live in only four dimensions.)"

"(Such as?)"

"(That's classified.)," Mew tapped me on the head, "(Now I'm about to do something that is completely against the rules here, but desperate times call for desperate measures.)"

Mew rubbed its little paws together, waved one of them in the air. A single figure started to fade into view.

"What the? Where am I?"

"(Hello, Brandy…)," Mew did that stupid spotlight thing again, "(You have been chosen to help save the entire world of Pokémon.)"

"(Now, must you be so dramatic.)," I sighed.

"Tyler? You're talking… I must be dreaming."

"(Um, Hello?)," Mew waved, "(Mystical, Rare, and Legendary Mirage Pokémon floating not even two feet away from you. Is there nothing special about that?)"

"Well…"

"(Just ignore him. Trust me, causes more problems than it needs to.)"

"Why does your voice sound so… John?"

"(Bingo!)," Mew flipped in the air, "(Now let's fix that astral projection of yours.)"

"(Mew, I'm going to kill you for this.)," I said feeling myself grow into my human form, "(Well, I guess there's no denying it now. Hiya Dad...)"

"Dad," Brandy gulped, I waved 'hello', "Why are you calling me Dad!?!"

"(What, do you think that I should call you 'mommy'?)"

"(Hello, focus.)," Mew shouted, "(You two can have a family reunion later. We have more pressing matters to talk about.)"

"I don't think that it's that bad," I said swishing my tail as much as I pleased. No matter how many times Jade tried the tail wouldn't go away. She changed my other body parts six or seven times before she finally gave up on trying to get rid of it.

"Of course you wouldn't," Jade sighed, "but we can't have you walking around with it."

"What's the worst that could happen?"

"People will think that you're a Weremorph, or something!"

"Fine, then I'll just tell wear my jacket like this," I said tying a robe around my waist, "then no one will know."

"What about gym class? Or when you suddenly get excited?"

"So what do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to not do anything stupid, but that seems to be too much to ask from a human."

"Excuse me, but if I was completely human then we wouldn't be having this problem," I stripped the robe off to let my tail move. What? You try restricting an arm or a leg and see how comfortable it makes you.

"Look, all you have to do is stay hidden until I can figure out what to do about it. Everyone already thinks that you've gone missing, so it shouldn't be too hard."

"And what about Leo…," I suddenly remembered, "I lost his Pokéball when Tarsa caught me."

"Who's Leo," Lou came back from putting his broken Eggsecute to sleep again.

"He's my (弟) Otõto."

"Can't you speak english?"

"Little brother," Lou asked, "like I am with Jade?"

"Yeah exactly," I laughed, "Why is it that he gets it and you don't?"

"Because you keep saying it weird. Otõto, Aneki, it all nonsense when you say it like that."

"My Eggsecute and I will help you find your brother."

"Thanks Lou," I said as I opened the door out of Jade's room.

"No, Sit," Jade ordered, I couldn't resist, and apparently neither could she, "…Um, Beg… lay down… Now roll over. Good boy."

"Wow that looks like fun," Lou cheered.

"Now this isn't fair, Aneki," I snapped back to my senses, "Leo's trapped in his Pokéball with no way out. I can't just leave him there."

"We can't have anybody finding you or your tail."

"The Frenzy Plant Mansion is in the middle of no where. And I know where I dropped him, so we should be in and out in no time."

"Fine," Jade gave in, "But I'm warning you: if you're caught, Human or not, I will get you fixed. You hear me?"

"Fixed," Lou tilted his head, "Isn't that a good thing? Cause then he wouldn't be broken anymore."

"Lou, that's not what-"

"Sit," Jade ordered, "And now Play Dead til morning."

Meanwhile, in one of the typical poorly lighted areas that evil always seem to be attracted to, Tenma Smith had arrived with Third. Including Third, only three of the "eight" were there.

"Where are the others," Third asked the person who would be considered the Second.

"They're coming," the Second said, tapping his mallet in the palm of his hand, "so have patience."

"Must we really go through with wearing these," one of two more complained about her robes from further down the hallway.

"Mom, said that it's traditional," her partner shifted her feet behind the first of the two.

"Well, tradition stinks," the first one coughed again. (As a note, the two who just entered would be considered the Forth and the Fifth as a single unit, the Pair. We'll just call one of them Blue and the other one Pink respectfully.)

"Hold your tongue girl," the Third snapped, "You are both descendants of not one, but two of the founding fathers and as such should be twice as proud to be here."

"No one can be as proud as you to wear a Snuggie," the Sixth muttered under her breath strumming her sitar. Third gave her a threatening stare and thought about using that spear of his on her. She wasn't intimidated because she never bothers to look at the rest of the group. The Pair giggled at the Third's reaction. The Sixth continued to question, "Where is the last known member of our little cult?"

"This is not a cult," Third stamped his spear on the ground.

"She knows that. She's just trying to get under your skin," the Second put his hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Though the Snuggies don't help with that argument, Dad," the last known descendant finally entered the room wearing his normal baggy clothes.

"How dare you come to a meeting without the proper clothing."

"Unlike the rest of you, I work on Sundays because I have a hard working J-O-B, that doesn't involve a Snuggie."

"Have you no pride?"

"Nope, none what so ever," the Seventh shrugged.

"Why did you even bother to come," Third pointed his spear at Seventh.

"You want a duel, then on guard," the Seventh swung his fishing rod around like a sword.

"Careful with that relic," the Second, Third, even the Sixth shouted at the same time.

"Look, it's my birthright and I'll destroy it if I wish to," Seventh held up his fishing rod for the Third to take from him, "But of course you all need it don't you?"

"How you can be such a great Pokémon Trainer, I'll never know," Third nearly hissed, "Be proud of your birthright. You are the only one left who can summon Luomirako."

"Well, I don't need Luomirako, nor did I ever want him."

"Well, Tough Luck," Sixth snapped at him, "You think that any of us wanted this… Besides Mr. "Spear Happy" Third over there."

"If you are all done bickering, I believe that there's some issues that you all need to attend to," Tenma Smith interrupted the six of them to get back on subject.

"Of course," Second nodded, motioning to a single unlit candle with the crest (of a Torchic standing in front of its mature Blaziken form. A ring of flames is coming out of the Torchic's mouth and circles behind the Blaziken) engraved on its side, "as you all know, last week the Lawrence family's flame was finally snuffed out, truly marking the beginning of the end."

"And with that idiot Tarsa now out of the picture," Third swung his spear, "we will no longer have a scapegoat to help keep the attention away from us."

"That is not an issue," Tenma Smith lit one of this cigars the old fashioned way, "*Cough, cough* Seems that Mr. Coiner has disappeared under 'mysterious circumstances'. Adding that to the missing boy, the Police will not be able to notice you at work."

"What of the children that still remember the Lawrence boy," Sixth asked.

"They will not be a problem," Second laughed at the comment, "None of the students will care to know, nor have any way to figure out the Lawrence's blood purpose. Our dear Mr. Smith has made sure certain about that."

"So now all that's left is to find our the last of our little group and gather the Kimon."

"You called us all here just to say that," Seventh headed for the exit past the pair Fifth and Sixth, "That wasn't even worth waking me up for."

*Zip*

*Clang*

Third's spear found itself lodged in the door frame. Third barely 'missed' Seventh's head, "Stay Mr. Ebisu. I only give a single warning."

"But you only had one shot," Seventh had no time to react when Third's spear knocked him (blunt side) in the back. Seventh fell to his hands and knees. The spear returned to Third's hand.

"One will be enough," Third pointed his spear at Seventh's face, "Now listen to what else your father has to say to us all."

end

If you have read Srgman's ALNM then you might know what's going to happen next as far as Brandy and Tyler's relationship go.

I'm not sure if it works for all Reborns or not, but I don't care because Mew was in both of their heads.

He can mess around with a lot of vital parts in there to do this regardless if it happens with all Reborns or not.

If you don't Know, that's okay too. You might like it, You might not.

Now review if you wish to do so.

I personally can't believe it took me this long to introduce the villains.