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3 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
8th December 1989. 21:08 pm.
The cat pokémon looked down at her child in disgust.
Rain pattered down on their shelter, a jagged piece of metal sticking out from the side of a run-down building in the dark alleyway beside it.
The Persian sat heavily under the shelter, the newly hatched Meowth by her paws did nothing to ease her boiling anger.
She had already tried to kill the small creature with her own bare sharp claws but had found herself unable to— oddly enough because she usually had no problem with getting her way.
The kitten mewled and looked up at its mother with tear filled squinted eyes, a pure look of confusion, misery and innocence plastered on its face.
The Persian herself had a tear-ridden muzzle that was clearly not concealed enough to help her child's fear.
She abruptly stood and stomped a front paw on the wet ground, barely missing her son's head and causing water to splatter onto his face.
She wanted to leave him. To abandon him. To kill him. But she couldn't do it. Why? Why couldn't she do it!?
She looked back down at his face and let out a hardly audible noise of rage, eyes so much like his father's naively gazed back up at her.
They took him so the kid's father was sorted.
He must be dead by now.
Humans can do anything to a pokémon.
It was a shame too, many think of talking pokémon as hope for a better future of relationships between the two species'.
However pokémon who could speak were no joke, he was too dangerous, no matter how friendly he was he was never safe. Why make a target and burden of yourself by learning to speak human?
He was gone. But the dreams that she had of her son— dreams that seemed more like horrid visions— showed that he could take after his father. He has a pure 'talent' as most would refer to it as. One that poses a threat to humans and pokémon alike. They can't know how intelligent pokémon can be, and they can't become curious either.
But she couldn't just turn and walk away now, maybe because she knew he was still her own child and maybe the 'visions' were really only dreams and he wasn't like his father.
She didn't want to stay around to see however. So, she made her decision.
She'd leave when he was weaned. It would give him a chance of survival.
A chance that she wasn't sure if he should have.
19 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
24th December 1989. 20:37 pm.
Kazz looked on amused as he watched a young meowth poke the newborn out of curiosity.
Daiya, stop that! The mother ordered, pushing her daughter away, I'm so sorry, Mochizuki!
Mochizuki gave her friend a small smile, It is alright, Sakura, calm yourself. She turned back to the leader of the Persian and Meowth gang, Your thoughts, Kazz?
He gazed at the hopeless Persian and sighed, It is not necessarily up to me to decide what you do with the child.
Sakura walked over to Mochizuki, Mochizuki's baby and their leader and looked at them in wonder, If you don't want the child…maybe someone else could take him? I'd be up for it.
Mochizuki frowned, her friend had a determined look on her face that shows that she had been making a decision, I have thought about this before, Sakura, I don't want to burden someone else or put our clan in danger.
If you ever change your mind…
Sakura, listen to me. I'm leaving him in a few weeks. Nothing will change my mind, not even you.
The other female Persian stood there in shock, You can't just-
I can and I will.
Kazz sighed, Sakura, I know you have your daughter and this must be hard for you but you can't change her mind now.
He's only little, he'll die after a day. She was worried for the baby Meowth now, how could the clan decide on this? You're practically sentencing a child to death!
Mochizuki glared at her, Don't start this again, you were like this when we let them take Bitoku. You need to understand, this is for me. For you. For us. For all of us! Humans harm us!
Sakura turned to her leader, confused and worried, You're the leader, you can prevent this!
Kazz didn't reply, he shook his head, declaring the conversation as over.
Sakura stood there in disbelief.
For once, she was silent.
A look spread across her face, as if her thoughts were at war with themselves. She walked over and picked Daiya up by her scruff, turning and walking away from the two pokémon who just made her feel sick to her core.
She turned her head to look at the innocent Meowth who was unknowingly the source of their problems, I'm so sorry little one, she breathed quietly.
35 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
9th January 1990. 00:16 am.
He looked up at his mother with a small smile and a confused head tilt.
Mochizuki just stared at him angrily and then pushed him away, Stop, she hissed.
A tear rolled down his furry cheek and a whimper escaped his lips, he knew she was his mother. Why was she being mean? She didn't like him? What had he done? She never looked happy around him…
Oh, stop that! She growled, batting him with a paw. She then stood, I'm going to get food, I'll be back soon. Maybe.
He watched his mother walk away hopelessly, not old enough to understand why she was leaving and worrying that she left for good.
He sniffed and curled into a tighter ball of messy muddy cream fur, his ears flattening against his small skull and tail curling around him to help conserve body heat.
He wearily tilted his head back slightly and a sliver of moonlight washed over his face, tears glistening as they fell down his face and hiccups engulfing his small body.
He wished. He wished for his father…did he even have one? Would he ever come back? What if he leaves like his mother? No, she'd come back for him. She always does.
35 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
9th January 1990. 01:09 am.
He was overwhelmed with relief when Mochizuki returned, she noticed his uncontrollable shivering but thought nothing of it. Plus, if he gets ill then that can take him out rather than herself.
She let a sadistic smile make its way onto her face as she gazed calmly up at the moon. No longer the weak meowth dumped by her trainer and humiliated by other pokémon.
The Persian wondered if that's what her son would grow up to be like— if he made it that far— and decided that yes, he probably would be.
He'd be forgotten and ridiculed by his own kind and the humans alike, if he was anything like his father. If he were to be like her however, maybe there was hope for him.
If she couldn't do it, if she couldn't get rid of him he could always grow up with the clan and they'd teach him their ways. Sakura would be more than happy to take over her duties as parent.
But, of course, it could backfire. Just like letting Bitoku into her life had.
She'd never be tricked into love again.
57 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
31st January 1990. 23:43 pm.
She trudged down the empty streets with her son in her jaws. She could snap his neck, now. Or, she could decide to give him a possibly worse fate. She had already chosen which one.
Usually, it would have to be later at night for most of the humans to be off of the streets but as it was winter: colder and darker, it meant they were snuggled up in their buildings out of the 'unbearable freeze.'
That was selfish, Mochizuki thought, as she had been out in the cold most of her life. Of course, most humans probably didn't know what that was like other than some she had seen in ragged clothing, sitting on the floor outside of busy restaurants and businesses with pots in their grubby hands begging for anything to turn their lives around once again. How pathetic.
Her gaze drifted down to her son, who had been awfully quiet the past week. He looked miserable. So? Why should she care?
She turned another left and decided that she should probably stop soon. She was still in Hollywood, she knew that much, but she had been walking for around an hour and wanted to make sure that there was no chance of her son finding his way back to her.
57 days,
Unknown Street, Hollywood, Kanto.
31st January 1990. 23:47 pm.
She stopped outside of an abandoned-looking house littered in grime with smashed windows and chipped wood.
Looking up at the inky sky, she decided it would be wise to head home and leave him there because it was getting later and she didn't want an increased chance of getting hurt when it was even darker.
Unlike some of the other streets, like some near the ones she came from, this street seemed slightly less inhabited. Or, maybe it was just that there were less buildings made of pristine steel and lavish furniture with gigantic illuminated signs to bribe naive people into the shops.
Mochizuki narrowed her eyes and walked off of the pavement onto a long skinny stretch of grass along the side of the road. She stopped under a tree with a bench under it and crouched down, pushing her son under the bench with a firm front paw.
She stopped for a moment, was it worth doing this and losing her best friend?
She shook her head, forcing the thoughts out.
Then she stood and walked away.
She didn't look back at her only child, she just left.
The Meowth was only half awake but seemed to notice his mother was leaving him. He quickly stood wearily on four shaking legs and stumbled out from under the shelter of the bench.
A few whimpers escaped him, he tried to run after her but he didn't make it far. He tried to call out for her but he couldn't and he had an inkling that even if he could, she wouldn't care.
He froze and then lowered his head, a strong gust of wind rustled the bushes and he bolted back under the safety blanket of the bench.
She left him.
He was alone.
Suddenly, the world seemed so much larger and lonelier than it ever had before.
