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Note: This story will contain mature scenes between Pokemon. Continue at your discretion.

An Eevee's Life

Chapter 1: A Home

Everything was dark. How long had he been here? Try as he might, he couldn't remember. It started to get cramped in this darkness. He felt around and found he was surrounded by walls of some sort, though they curved. Suddenly, he had a feeling of claustrophobia. He needed to escape, but where? He couldn't go anywhere. He started to panic and thrash around for some way out. He foot hit a wall and it seemed to give a little. Would it break? He took his chance and smashed himself against the side. The wall gave.

He blinked as suddenly, the world was relieved. At first, the light hurt his eyes, but he soon got over it. He looked back from where he had been and saw eggshells. Was he really in that? He looked around at his other surroundings. He seemed to be an endless room, though he could see straight walls from his perch. He seemed to be on something large and cushiony. The walls were all white, matching the thing under him. There were some other pieces of furniture around the room, but he couldn't name them.

He flicked his tail at his surroundings. Then he realized he had a tail. He looked back at the bushy tail behind him. An urge hit him and he took it. He lunged for the tail, but right before he reached it, it moved. He started to try to pin it down, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get it.

Soon, he noticed something else on this thing. It was white also, but small and still rectangular. He headed for it. At first, walking seemed tricky, but he got the hang of it, mostly. He reached the thing and found it was like a miniature version of what he was on. He put a paw on it and found it was also cushiony. Why was something cushiony on top of something also cushiony? He decided to see why. He jumped on it and sunk. He thought he was going to sink forever before it stopped. Suddenly tired, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He woke with a yawn. He was still tired, so he stayed where he was resting. What was this called? How would he find out? Suddenly, he realized something: what was he called? He decided to give himself a name: Midnight. He didn't know why, but that seemed to fit him. He looked down at himself. Well, it seemed to fit, though not with color, but with . . . well he really didn't know, he just liked it.

He bounced off the thingy and headed for the eggshells again. They were mostly in large pieces everywhere. He looked at it, but it became boring. What could he do to have fun? He had nothing to . . . As he was thinking this, his tail touched his mane and he remembered what he had failed to do earlier. Midnight launched himself at his tail and tried to pin it again.

Midnight did this for a while before he heard a loud squeal. He froze, except for his head and looked at what the sound had come from. There, in a white doorway he had missed, was a little girl. Midnight instantly felt something in him want to obey her, but he resisted. Why should he obey someone he hadn't met?

"Awe, who's my little princess," she cooed.

"I'm no princess," he said, but it seemed to make her happier to hear him speak.

"Awe, you're so cute. I'll call you Princess. You're going to be my Pokemon forever and ever and we'll eat together, and I'll bathe you, and I'll dress you up so you'll look oh so pretty," she said. She reached down and pulled a red and white ball out of her pocket. Midnight tensed. He didn't know what it did, but he sensed his will power being weakened around it. "This is a Pokeball. I'm going to put you in here and you're going to go everywhere I go, okay?"

"Uh, no thanks, bye," he said. He got ready to run.

The girl let out a delighted squeal, thinking he had agreed, and rushed toward him. He quickly ran in the opposite direction and jumped the edge of the thing he was on. It seemed forever before he reached the floor, but he rolled with the impact and looked around for a hiding place. The thing he had been on had a small gap under it, just enough to allow him in. He darted under it and waited.

The girl ran over to the side he had jumped from and started to search for him. He glanced over and saw the door still open. He charged for it. He would have freedom! He wouldn't have to obey anyone. Midnight let out a laugh. The girl heard it and took chase. Midnight darted out of the room and down a hall. Soon, the Pokeball hit the ground near him and bounced with the impact. She was trying to capture him anyway!

There were several doors on either side, but they were closed. Soon, the hallway stopped and stairs were in front of him. He started to jump down them. Nothing would stop him. The girl was starting to catch up. Midnight reached the bottom and realized the girl was right behind him. He needed to speed up, but how. Suddenly, some inner being gave him the answer: Quick Attack.

Midnight went blazing at speeds he couldn't imagine. He went through the house looking for a way out. Soon, he found a low window open. He sped up and jumped out in one leap. He heard a cry come from the girl behind him, but he didn't stop. He landed in some grass and he charged away through it. Soon, he reached some trees and darted between them, trying to get away before someone came after him. He stopped when he reached a hollow inside a tree. He went inside and curled up. He tried to keep watch, but he was tired out. He fell asleep to a nice thought: he was free.

Midnight woke as the sun set. He saw his tracks from earlier and headed off in the opposite direction. He noticed his tongue was dry and his stomach was aching. He needed to eat and drink. He walked along.

He was starting to really ache now. Why had he run away? Now he was hungry and thirsty and he had to run away from where he was to stay free. He looked around constantly, but couldn't find anything that looked edible.

Finally, he found a berry patch. He stopped by it and reached up to grab it. It seemed some tantalizing and delicious. He had just grabbed one when he heard a voice behind him say, "Those are poisonous, you know."

Midnight froze. He heard the voice giggle a little. It didn't seem to be hostile so he dropped back onto his feet and turned around slowly. There in front of him was a large creature. It was orange with a tint of red. It walked on four feet like Midnight. It had a mane and tail like him, but both were larger and more yellow. There was also some fur on its head.

The creature giggled again at his expression, "What's wrong, have you never seen a Flareon before? You should know since you're an Eevee, even if you're slightly discolored."

Midnight decided to respond. "What's an Eevee?"

The Flareon seemed to be shocked by what he said, "How do you not know? You're an Eevee."

Midnight tilted his head, "I am?"

The Flareon covered its eyes with a paw for a little. It then approached him. Midnight tensed, but stayed where he was. It laid down next to him and motioned for him to lie down, too. "Oh, you poor thing. You didn't even know you were an Eevee. Don't worry, I'll teach you what I can for now."

Midnight wondered why the Flareon pitied him.

"See dear, you're an Eevee, a Pokemon. I'm a Flareon, an evolution of an Eevee," it started.

Before it started to give information he knew, he intervened, "So you're what I'm going to turn into?"

"Oh, well you can, but you can choose more than my kind. You can become seven different evolutions. A Vaporeon with a water stone, a Flareon with a fire stone, a Jolteon with a thunder stone, an Espeon with friendship in the day, an Umbreon with friendship at night, a Glaceon by touching the Ice Stone, or a Leafeon by touching the Grass Stone here in the forest," it explained.

"Okay, okay, I got it. What did you mean by slightly discolored?" Midnight asked.

"I said that because Eevee normally have a browner coat than you and a lighter tail and mane color. It's rare, but you're a special color Pokemon," it said.

At this point, Midnight's stomach started to growl, loudly.

The Flareon blushed as it heard this, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm just a talking and a talking while you sit here and starve. Here follow me. I get you some good berries." Midnight got up and followed the Flareon. Soon, the Flareon stopped and sniffed the air. "Okay, stay here a little, I'll go get some."

Midnight sat down and waited for the Flareon to get back. He sniffed the air while it was gone and smelt something strange. It seemed to be a scent that was telling him to stay away, to not come closer.

The Flareon soon appeared with a few berries. It laid them in front of Midnight. He tore into them hungrily, enjoying his first meal. He finished quickly and lick his lips to get to last of the great taste.

"Okay, little Eevee, I need to get back to my group before they worry. Don't cross this marker you smell. Some of the others aren't as nice as I am," it said. It slipped over the scent markers and trotted away.

Midnight was tempted to follow the Flareon, but didn't. He walked a little bit away from it and found a pond. He bent down and drank his fill before lying down and falling asleep next to it.

Midnight woke up and saw the sun already high in the sky. He went over to the place he had eaten yesterday to keep watch for the Flareon. He remembered its warning, but didn't see any harm in staying by the border as long as he didn't try to cross it.

Midnight kept watch for a little before he saw something rustle on the other side of the border. He pricked his ears. Soon he saw a yellowish tail like the Flareon's poke out of a bush a little.

Getting excited, Midnight called out, "Hey, umm . . ." He realized he didn't know its name.

The tail stopped moving for a little. Suddenly, it retreated and something hurtled over a bush to land right in front of Midnight, growling. It was a Flareon, but it wasn't the one from before. It was much larger. Its fur was on end and it was giving Midnight a menacing glare.

Midnight tried to run, but tripped and landed with his back against a tree. He had nowhere to run now. He closed his eyes and waited to be attacked. He tried to hold it back, but his fear was too much and he started to whimper.

The Flareon stopped growling and lowered its menacing glare to a hard look, though it still had an aggressive stance. "What're you doing near the scent line? Can you not smell?" it said in a gruff voice.

Midnight knew there was no point in lying, so he told the truth, "I-I was l-looking for t-the Flareon I m-met yesterday. I wasn't t-trying t-to cross the b-border, honestly."

Suddenly, the gaze grew the Flareon had grew much colder. "What Flareon did you meet?" as it talked, Midnight could feel suppressed anger coming from it.

"I-I don't know. I-I didn't f-find out its n-name, b-but it w-was smaller than y-you and h-help me and t-told me not to cross t-the border," he said.

"What's your name?" the Flareon suddenly asked. The suppressed anger had left and the stance had gone to a more neutral one.

"My name is Midnight," he said, speaking more calmly now that the Flareon seemed to not be aggressive anymore.

"Why were you trying to find the Flareon you met again after it told you to stay back?" the Flareon continued.

"I . . . I don't know, but it helped me before, and I just . . ."

When the Midnight didn't continue, the Flareon approached him. He closed his eyes as the Flareon started to sniff him all over. Finally, the Flareon stopped and said, "My name is Blaze. Nice to meet you. Would you like to join us?"

"Join what?" Midnight asked.

"Our group. We're a group of eeveelutions working together to live peacefully. Would you like to join? You seem like an honest young Eevee," he said.

Midnight stared at him. He was letting Midnight join! "Oh, yes please," he said.

"Okay, come on. I'll introduce you to the others," Blaze said.

Midnight got up and followed him. He had to quicken his pace as Blaze's legs were longer than Midnight's. Soon, they came to a largely covered area of undergrowth. Blaze went through it and Midnight followed. He stared at his new surroundings. They were in a large cave. The floor was covered in ferns and there were several tunnels leading off of this room. There was also a large pile of food near the back.

There were also some Pokemon there. A yellowish Pokemon with what looked like leaves growing out of it was sitting next to another one. A Purple Pokemon was lounging near the food pile. Its tail was forked at the end. Midnight was glad to see the Flareon from before was also there.

"This is our den, Midnight. Over there is Violet, an Espeon. The couple over there is Leaf and Lance, both are Leafeon. And the Flareon you met before is my mate, Lucy," he said.

At about this time, Lucy saw him and ran over. "Oh, little Eevee, how are you? Why did you bring him here, Blaze?" Lucy asked. The others looked over curiously, waiting for an answer.

"I asked him to join us," Blaze answered.

Lucy looked surprised at his comment. "Oh, that's great, little Eevee," she said turning back to him. She nuzzled Midnight's head with her muzzle. Midnight twisted away, slightly uncomfortable with the touching.

"Who's the new addition?" Violet asked, coming up to them. Midnight noticed Leaf and Lance also nearby now. Midnight cowered down a little, unused to the attention.

"Guys, this is Midnight. Midnight, this is the group, besides Rain, who's probably still in the nearby river, swimming. Rain is a Vaporeon," Blaze introduced.

Midnight crouched down more as they started to welcome him. Soon, Leaf and Lance walked down one of the tunnels and Violet went back to lying next to the food pile. Midnight eased a little since he wasn't the center of attention for everyone now.

"Hey! Who's that?"

Midnight turned toward the new voice to see a blue creature with fin-like things all over it.

"Hey Rain. This is the newest member, Midnight," Blaze introduced.

The Vaporeon sighed and went into a tunnel. Blaze exchanged a glance with Lucy and shrugged.

"Well, on come, little Eevee. I'll show you where to sleep," Lucy said.

Midnight followed her down one of the tunnels. Midnight saw that the path looked like it wasn't used much. Soon, they came into a small room, about enough space to fit Blaze in it with them.

"Here you go. It's the last room left, sorry. It's a little dusty," Lucy explained.

"It's okay. I like it," Midnight said.

"Well, okay. I'll leave you to get settled in. See you later, little Eevee," Lucy said. She left down the tunnel.

Midnight gathered the ferns scattered around the small den and made a small bed. He brushed off the dust and cleaned the place up. He then sat down to process what had happened. He now had friends and a place he could call home.