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A Nameless Madness	By : WhiteWolfMoonHowl Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, nor the characters Nameless and Jeovi, all credit for inspiration goes to PhoenixHelix. I make no money off this work of fiction.

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Days pass as the kit waits for his mother; he eats nothing, conserving energy for her return. His body loses weight rapidly, and his mind becomes clouded by his hunger, only the morning dew keeping him from dehydrating and wasting away completely. He hears footsteps outside the den, and his already weakened mind gives him the hope that this sound is his mother. He races out from his den on two legs, weak and wobbling as he crashes into the furry body of what he believes to be his mother.

     “Mother! Mother! I’m so glad you’re back!” He cries, earning a malicious snarl from the furry creature. He looks into the eyes of the now enraged Espeon female and quickly removes himself from her form.

     “Get your filthy hybrid hands off me. I am most certainly not your whore mother, and it is appalling that you would dare to compare me to such filth.” She hisses, firing a psybeam at the Zorua kit. He is barely able to dodge the blast and as it hits him, he feels a blossoming of pain flowing through his limbs and brain. Crying out as the Espeon leaves him where he lies; he rises to all fours and limps back to his den in pain.

     By the following spring, the Zorua kit is nearly full grown for a hybrid child. At three years old he can feel his body gaining strength as he lives by himself, the attack with the Espeon causing him to hate his mother and regret ever waiting for her to show her face. Trainers routinely wander through the woods, and each time, the hybrid kit gives himself an illusion to escape, usually becoming a human, a bird, and even turning into rocks or trees. His illusions are more advanced than most Zorua kits, and by his fourth birthday, he’s managed to learn how to mimic almost any living being.

     As the kit reaches his eighth birthday, he has learned that he is an outcast. Wild Pokémon attack or shun him, trainers toss food or stones at him and flee, and trained Pokémon attack him for fun and experience. His life consists of fighting and running, hiding and running, and eating and trying to sleep without having to run more. He becomes an expert at healing his wounds and stitching his injuries closed, and his levels rapidly progress, but still no trainer will capture him. His hatred festers for his mother, and before long, he finds himself hating hybrids in all forms, and all those who would allow their mating to create one.

     By his ninth birthday, a familiar scent floats through the air towards him, and he recognizes it as a female in heat. As a hybrid his life span will be that of a human, and so his body matures more slowly. He can smell the female Zorua and Zoroark, in addition to the Mightyena, Pachirisu, Pikachu, and many other species, and he knows breeding season has come again. This year, however, he feels a stirring in his body. One of the female Zoroark notices his body’s reaction to her scent and she approaches him.

     “Well, well, if it isn’t the little outcast. My, and what’s this? You’ve got some nerve thinking I’d let your little freak body mate with me.” She hisses, slashing through the hybrid male’s arm like warm butter. As the Zorua hybrid clutches his shredded arm and runs, he can feel his cock growing limp in its sheath. As he sits in his den and stitches his arm, a male Mightyena walks up to him with a vicious snarl plastered on his face.

     “Hey, Freak. Don’t ever go near my girl again, or the last things you’ll see are my fangs closing around your throat. The only thing a little bitch like you is good for is a chew toy for us real males.” He snarls, watching as the hybrid male sighs and continues sewing his wounds shut.

     As his wounds heal and scars form, the Zorua hybrid is continuously attacked by Pokémon and Humans alike. Running away from yet another attack, he falls down a steep hill and begins rolling. Before he hits the bottom, he hits something soft and sends it flying. Quickly the Zorua hybrid jumps to his feet and lets out a low and vicious snarl.

     “Please don’t hurt me.” A young Vulpix female whimpers as she tries to rise to her feet, her back leg mangled from an attack of some sort. As her injured leg hits the ground, a soft yelp rips through her mouth. The Zorua kit laughs in disbelief.

     “You think I’ll hurt you? I’ve spent the last ten years of my life running and hiding from the world because half of this forest wants my blood to paint the ground, and you think I could hurt you? I’m a hybrid, disgusting filth worthy of nothing more than death, and you’re asking me not to hurt you? Are you kidding?” The hybrid growls, turning away from the Vulpix before hearing her voice whispering to him.

     “I don’t think you’re disgusting at all. I’m Jeovi, at least, that’s the name I answer to. I was owned by a trainer, but he decided I wasn’t worth the cost of food and a Pokéball, so he beat me, used me as target practice and released me into this forest. Do you have a name?” The young Vulpix comments, causing the hybrid to turn and face her. As he sees the hope in her eyes, a smile slowly creeps across his face.

     “No, my mother abandoned me years ago. I’m not worth a name.” He sighs softly as he motions for the Vulpix to follow him back to the crude den.

     “So, this is where you live?” Jeovi asks as she follows him inside, the Zorua hybrid looks at her and smiles.

     “Yeah, pretty much. Come on, your leg will get infected if you stay outside for too long, that is, as long as you don’t mind being next to a freak like me for long.” He replies, earning a nervous giggle from Jeovi as he treats her wounds.

     For the first time since his mother abandoned him, the Zorua hybrid falls asleep feeling comforted by this strange young Vulpix. His dreams are plagued by nightmares as he sleeps, images of Pokémon and humans attacking him in a rush of hatred fill his vision and his blood flows freely from his form. As he looks up, he sees the eyes of his attackers glowing red, and as he watches, the body of a Vulpix is impaled on bleeding claws. A scream echoes from somewhere, and as he’s ripped from his dreams, the scream continues, originating from his own mouth. As he pants heavily and looks around, Jeovi nuzzles him, thrown backwards by a wild-eyed hybrid.

     “Jeovi, I-I’m sorry.” He whispers, noticing the blood running down the side of Jeovi’s muzzle where his claw dug into her flesh. The Vulpix looks at him sadly.

     “It’s fine. You were having a nightmare and screaming, so I wanted to make sure you were alright. This scratch will heal, but are you okay?” Jeovi asks, her concern evident in her voice. The Zorua hybrid looks up at her and sighs, a small smile visible on his face before he turns to the wall of the den and curls back up.

A/N: This is all I have done so far, since the next few scenes are mostly fluffy bits of how Nameless gets his name and is bonded with Jeovi.
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