Gold: And just what do you think you are doing? What about the other story? =_=

Pepper: ...I'm...working on it. o_o

Silver: Yeah, right.

Pepper: *facedesk* Shuddup, guys. I'm trying to intoduce a new story. Okay, so here is another Preciousmetalshipping for you! :D Preciousmetalshipping is my OTP. No matter what new pairings I find, it's always at the top. So I keep getting ideas, and I don't know why! D:

Gold: Because I'm sexy. X3

Pepper: ...Not really. Sorry. It's more because you're cute...But...Anyway. I don't own Pokemon. I just wish I did. ^w^' Read my story, and review it, I guess. Or comment, whichever is being used now. Fanfiction needs to stop changing all at one time! D: Enjoy. :)

I ran. What else was I to do? The people in the white coats with the nets, and ropes, and the weird sleep-darts were right on my tail. I angled my flopped, jet black ears towards them. They were shouting something. "Come back here!" it sounded like. Ha, not a chance. I couldn't let my best friend down. Red was taken by them less than a month ago. I promised I'd rescue him. How could I do that if they had me, too?

I had to get back to that alley next to the bakery. It had smelled so good there; I should have known staying there would have been a bad idea. The people in white coats had lured me out using a fellow dog-hybrid. Then, they cut off my way back into the alley. I wasn't going be able to evade them for much longer unless I could get back there and retrieve my skateboard.

Perhaps I should explain? Right; this story will become very confusing if I don't. In my world – most likely not yours – there are creatures that are a mix of human and animal. They are called hybrids. I am one of them. In most regions of the land I live in it is very legal own a hybrid as a pet, and they have special humans who go out and collect stray, or wild hybrids. Thereafter, the humans will take the wild ones to special facilities to be broken in to the life of a pet. Unless they are considered particularly dangerous, a stray is usually just given to a trainer and taught how very kind and gentle humans really are. Then, once deemed "civil," they are sold off to the highest bid depending on their breed, color, and personalities.

I guess it was fortunate for me that I'm a mutt breed. I like to identify myself as a Labsky. Officially - according to humans, that is – I'm a lab-husky mix. Labsky sounds better, though, don't you agree? My name's Gold, by the way. Sorry, I'm getting off topic. See, because I'm a mutt breed, I'm not very valuable. The chances of me belonging to some rich prat were really low. I'd be kept out on the market for a few years, maybe tossed around to different towns, but the way I saw it, being locked in a cage for a couple years and then regaining semi-freedom later was way better than having to follow the orders of some snob.

It was only by a stroke of terrible luck that a rich boy liked the color black and found the fact that my ears could indeed stand straight up when I wanted them to so very fascinating. Anyway, shall we continue the story of my life? It's a very interesting story; I promise you that much.

I risked a glance behind me, flinching a little as my goggles slid from my forehead to rest at my neck rather unexpectedly. My hat seemed secure, though, so I was at least thankful for that. It was from Red, after all. The black-lab/shepherd hybrid had given it to me for my tenth birthday. But, once again, that's a little off topic. The humans in white coats were gaining ground, but, after leading them on a roundabout route, the alley was finally back in sight. I just had to get to my skateboard, and I'd be home free.

I pushed myself faster. With practiced ease, I weaved through the trash cans at the alley's mouth. Once I'd passed through, a welled placed kick on my part sent all of them toppling to the ground. They formed a temporary obstacle for the humans. I grabbed my skateboard and raced for the fence at the back of the alley. In one leap, I was halfway up it, and just as I was about to scuttle up and over the top, something cold and sharp bit into my neck. I brought a hand the spot and found one of their sleep-darts there. What had Red called them? Tranquilizers? Yeah, that's right.

I tumbled back down, my skateboard slipping from my grip and sliding away, between two trashcans that looked as though they hadn't been used in years. I tried to get up and make a wild grab for it, but my body felt too heavy. I collapsed, struggling to keep my eyes open as the humans approached. I let out a weak growl of warning; it was no surprise to me when they ignored it. Slowly, everything went black.

It's my turn to butt in. It's not just his life. It's mine, too. As some crazy old, superstitious, full-of-crap psychic lady might say: Our destinies are intertwined. See what I'm saying? Full of crap. But, whatever; I guess it's kind of true. I'm not a hybrid, though. I'm just a rich man's son. Actually, my father is Giovanni. He runs a world-famous company called Rocket Inc. They make all kinds of things – house appliances, tools, small machinery, and tiny part of the company is invested in hybrid research.

Anyway, the only reason I got tangled up this story was because my dad decided I was lonely and needed a "friend." So, on one of his rare days off, he took me to local pet store, suggesting I should get a dog or something along those lines. Honestly, I would have preferred a cat. They take care of themselves and are independent; like me. But, since mom left, he'd been making an effort to be around more often, so I figured I could appease him just this once.

I ignored all the small rodents and birds, and, regrettably, the cats as I travelled towards the back of the store. Here I found the dogs, and surprisingly enough hybrids. Though, after closer inspection, I noticed all of them were mutt breeds, and, therefore, less valuable. My dad was waiting for me near the front of the store. He trusted that I could handle myself. That's probably the only reason I bothered to go behind the door marked "Employees Only." when my ears caught the sound of a sharp yelp and a growl.

What greeted my eyes had me disgusted. Along every wall, leaving only space for the door, were cages in varying sizes. In these cages sat exotic animals such as tigers, wolves, other wild animals, and hybrids. I even spotted a raccoon. All of them had expressions ranging from terror to pure hatred. But it was the sight in the middle of the room that made me sick to my stomach.

In the center, there was a ring; like in a circus. In that ring, a tall, red-haired woman dressed in all-white clothing was yanking a hybrid on a chain towards her. The hybrid was keeping its distance though, and that was annoying her. I watched as her other hand came up, as if to strike, bringing with it a whip. She grinned cruelly as she prepared to bring it down on the already worn and bloody creature.

"Stop it!" I blinked in surprise. Did I say that? She paused, looking my direction. I must have.

"You're not supposed to be in here, kid." She said. She dropped the chain that had bound the hybrid to her as she began to stalk towards me. The hybrid immediately put as much distance as he could between itself and her. It backed against the cages, startling two sleeping snow leopards and a fox-hybrid. However, my eyes were torn from its tortured form as the woman loomed threateningly over me.

Gold: Why do you do this to me! Every time! I am not helpless! D: And why am I a dog? That's so weird...

Silver: ...You're not a dog. You're a "hybrid." o.O

Pepper: Shuddup, guys. I'm already self-conscious enough about it as it is. I've already written the second chapter, and if I get positive feedback, I'll post it and start on the third.

Gold: Of course you're going to get positive feedback. I'm in your story.

Silver: Don't forget to review/comment or Pepper will cry. Even if it's flames, I don't think she really cares, as long as you say something. -_-

Peppper: I will not. But if you do leave a review, I'll probably dance around my room in pure joy. o.O Why did I just tell you guys that? *facedesk*