Vurso: Sera doesn't own Pokemon.

Firethroat: Although she does kinda own us, because we're her muses.

Me: *Smiling. * You two are going to like this next fic.

Firethroat: How?

Me: You two are going to be characters in it.

Vurso: We are?

Me: Yep. Vurso will have the same name, but Firethroat's name in this story will be Pyro.

Firethroat: Cool.

Vurso: Anyways, please read and review this fic.

Firethroat: You better, or I'll flamethrower you into oblivion.

Me: Firethroat! Okay, just for that remark, I'm going to give both you and Vurso a handicap in this story.

Both: *Gulp. *

Me: Anyways, on with the fic!

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"Shut up, you worthless piece of crap!" The small frame of the 16-year-old slammed into the wall, driven by the hit her father had given her. She crumpled to the ground and lay there, not moving.

Her father spat on her, then took another swig of his beer. "I don't know why I keep you around. All you do is eat and sleep, you lazy bitch."

The girl looked quite the opposite, however. She was very thin, almost to the point of starvation, and looked like she hadn't slept a wink in days. Dirt and blood marred and stained her skin and clothes. Bruises discolored the skin that wasn't covered in the muck.

Her father stooped, and drunkenly picked her up by her shirt. When she was hanging before him, he started slapping her and hitting her frail seeming body. Not a sound came from the girl as her father continued this treatment. After about ten minutes, he flung her away, disgusted. He walked to the door, and stumbled outside to go visit his favorite bar.

For a while, the girl didn't move from where she lay. Only the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed served to indicate that she was even alive.

Finally, she stirred. How she managed to stand, not even she knew, but she managed to stumble up the rickety old stairs and collapse on her bed. She turned her head so that she could look outside at the large, bright moon. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she silently cried. The only emotion her eyes seemed to show was Why?

Watching the moon, and the nocturnal Pokemon go about their business, she came to a decision. Tomorrow was the day. No more waiting. No more abuse. No more father.

With that thought, she fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with nightmares.

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The girl woke up the next day sore, and aching in every part of her body. But she got up, and took a quick shower. The water heater had busted a few months before, and he father hadn't bothered to try to get it fixed. So she had to settle for a freezing cold shower.

She dried herself, dressed, and then packed the rest of her tiny collection of clothes into a backpack. She added a knife, a small first aid kit, and anything else she could find that she thought she might need. She didn't take any food, as the only thing left was bottles of beer, and she refused to touch those.

She silently slipped out of the house, being careful not to wake her father, who had come home sometime during the night, and was now snoring on the old couch in the living room, one of the few pieces of furniture left.

Once far enough away from the house to not be heard, she broke into a run. Her muscles protested, but she pushed herself on. She would be in a lot of pain later, but the only thing that mattered now was getting away from her old life.

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She finally came to a halt, gasping for precious air. When she had caught her breath, she straightened.

She was outside of Professor Oak's laboratory. She hesitated, then slowly walked up the stairs.

Along the way, thought raced through her head. Should I really do this? I don't know a thing about Pokemon.

Another part of her brain settled the argument. Which would you rather do? Become a trainer, or go back to your father?

When she reached the top, she was panting again, but she rang the bell anyways. A kind old man, Professor Oak, opened the door.

He didn't say anything, but merely nodded in understanding, then stood aside so that she could walk inside. He then walked down the hall to his lab. The girl followed.

When they entered the lab, the girl saw that it was filled with ten-year-olds, all looking excited. She knew that they were here for their first Pokemon. Professor Oak walked to the front of the room, while the girl stayed at the back, in the shadows.

One by one, the young boys and girls walked up to the pokeballs, and chose one. They would release their new Pokemon, and both would walk out of the room. Some were happily chatting with their Pokemon, even though they couldn't understand their new partner yet, while others just coldly ignored theirs.

One by one, the Pokeballs dwindled, until the last trainer left the room. The girl's heart sank. There were no more Pokeballs left on the table.

She turned to leave, when she felt Professor Oak's hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him.

"I saved a special one for you." He said softly. He turned and walked over to a machine that held a lone Pokeball in a depression in the middle. The girl silently followed.

"This Pokeball holds a Pokemon stronger than one that I would normally give a beginning trainer, but you're 16, and I believe that you should have him. I should warn you, though. His previous trainer abused him, and he's distrustful of humans. Although, if anyone can help him, it's you, Hope."

Hope nodded, and slowly reached out and picked up the Pokeball. To her surprise, it was warm, not cold as she had expected.

"Well, why don't you let him out, and get acquainted?" Professor Oak asked.

Hope nodded, and tossed the Pokeball out. When it touched the ground, it opened, and a white light emerged. Hope barely noticed the Pokeball returning to her hand, as she stared at her Pokemon as he took shape.

He stood much taller than her, and was almost beige in color, except for his belly, which was a cream color, and the membrane of his wings, which was green.

Hope backed away from the Dragonite. Even if she didn't know much about Pokemon, she knew two things about this one right away. One, that Dragonites were extremely powerful, and two, that this one was in terrible condition.

It was almost as thin as she was, and had what looked like just as many scars and bruises. The muscles were in poor condition, and the skin had a dull luster to it. The edges of his wings were tattered, and he was barely able to remain standing.

"We only got him in a couple of days ago." Professor Oak said. "Otherwise he would be in better condition."

At the sound of the Professor's voice, the Dragonite went berserk. It cried out and started thrashing wildly, hitting things with its tail, wings, arms, legs, anything.

Hope and the Professor backed away, and looked on helplessly.

Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. The girl dashed in, barely managing to avoid getting pummeled, and proceeded to pin the Dragonite to the floor. Slight as she was, she never would have been able to accomplish it, if it hadn't been in such poor condition. By pinning him, though, she was able to prevent more damage being done, to both the Pokemon and the machines.

The Dragonite eventually tired out, and lay there, panting. Hope gently stroked his forehead, and he flinched every time her hand touched him. Hope took the time to get a little better look at him, and gasped as she looked in his eyes.

"He's blind!"

The Dragonite flinched at the words, but seemed too tired to continue struggling.

"I'm sorry, Hope… his blindness was brought about by abuse… I didn't want to give him to one of the ten-year-old trainers, because I knew that none of them have the patience that you have. And you'll need every ounce of it to help this poor fellow." Professor Oak replied sadly.

Hope nodded, unable to separate her eyes from the Dragonite's. She noted the cloudiness in his eyes that had first betrayed his condition.

She slowly stood, and helped the Dragonite stand. He had a look of deep mistrust on his face, and Hope didn't blame him.

"Even if he is blind, I'm sure he's a wonderful creature." She whispered. The Dragonite looked dubious at her words, while Professor Oak seemed happier.

"I'm sure you'll take good care of him." He said.

Hope nodded, not taking her eyes away from the Dragonite. "Does he have a name?"

"No." Prof. Oak replied.

Hope gave a very soft, slight smile. "Then I think he should have one."

"Well, what do you suggest?"

Hope thought. "I dunno… what do you think, big guy?" she asked the Dragonite.

He looked astonished that she was asking him. He closed his unseeing eyes in thought. Slowly, he reopened them, and said something in Dragonite.

Hope and Professor Oak looked completely puzzled as to what he had said. Making a decision, he walked over to a drawer and pulled out something. He walked back and placed it in Hope's hand. At her confused look, he explained. "It's a translator for Pokemon language. Just place both of them in your ears, one in each, and you should be able to understand him perfectly fine."

"Then why aren't you wearing one, Professor?"

He laughed. "Because I have to wear my hearing aid. I'm getting on in years, and my hearing isn't what it used to be."

Hope nodded hesitantly, and placed the translators in her ears. She then asked the Dragonite to repeat what he had said.

*I said, Vurso. * He said quietly.

Hope nodded and gave a tiny, sincere smile. "Vurso it is, then." Professor Oak looked puzzled, but just shrugged. He handed her some more pokeballs, some Pokegear, and other items she would need.

Hope was about to recall Vurso, but hesitated. "Vurso… I know that you can't see, but would you prefer staying out of your Pokeball? I would rather travel with you out, in case something happens."

Vurso snorted in disbelief. Here was a trainer that seemed too good to be true. He was just making up his mind when he heard a loud crash and a pained "Ow!"

Hope winced from her place, sitting on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She rubbed her aching tailbone, wincing, then slowly stood. She saw Vurso looking around for her in confusion, and said a soft "Oops…"

Vurso cocked his head in confusion.

Hope had a sheepish look on her face, even though Vurso couldn't see it. "Um… I kinda fell down the stairs…"

Vurso sweatdropped and thought to himself Oh great… of all the trainers in the world, I have to get a clumsy one…

Hope stood and dusted herself off, then went about thinking up how she could help Vurso get around outside his Pokeball.

After about ten minutes of thinking up ideas and discarding them, she hit upon one that seemed like it would work. Or at least compared to the others.

"Vurso…" The dozing Dragonite woke up. "I think I have an idea of how you can get around outside of your Pokeball, but I'm not sure you'll like it…" His eyes narrowed, but he nodded for her to go on.

"Umm… I was thinking… we could play Guide Growlithe, and I could direct you…" She said nervously.

*How? * Vurso asked.

"You could walk on all fours… and I could put my hand on your head, and direct you…" She backed away, just in case.

Just great… I'm afraid of my own Pokemon… She thought to herself.

Vurso took his time in thinking it over, then finally and reluctantly nodded. He wasn't able to come up with a better idea. He dropped, so that he was resting his weight on all fours, and waited, unsure of what was going to happen.

Hope very hesitantly and gently rested her hand on Vurso's head, his small horn poking up between her fingers. "Let's try this a few times first, before we go outside."

It didn't work very well the first couple dozen times or so. Hope would try to go one way, and Vurso another. So, they would both end up bumping into something.

They were both tired, hungry, bruised, and frustrated, by the time they finally managed to get it right. They practiced a few more times, until they could pretty much do it, although they still had a tendency to go in different directions at different speeds.

They managed to get to the door without any major mishaps, although Hope hoped (A/N: Lol) that Professor Oak wasn't particularly attached to any of his lamps and vases.

Professor Oak met them at the door. "Good luck, Hope. And to you, too, Vurso." With that, he dropped to his knees in front of the young Dragonite, and whispered in his ear, "Take good care of her."

Vurso looked surprised, but slowly nodded in assent. Professor Oak had been pretty kind to him, so hr guessed that he might as well do as he asked, for once.

Professor Oak stood, and quickly pressed something into the girl's hand.

Hope slowly opened her hand, and gasped. That had to be at least a couple thousand dollars worth of money!

"I can't accept this! It's your money!" She protested.

Professor Oak shook his head. "Ah, I don't need it. People keep paying me for things, and I might as well find a good use for all that money. You need it a lot more than I do." With that, he turned around and went back inside, before she could protest any more.

Hope hesitated, then slowly put the money in her pocket, and turned to Vurso. Placing her hand upon his head, they slowly made their way down the stairs.

After a quick stop to buy groceries, during which Vurso nearly freaked because of all the people, they set out on the long road to Viridian City.

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Me: Short, I know, but we had to get her started out, first!

Vurso: YOU MADE ME BLIND?!

Me: Yes, now chill.

Firethroat: Why am I not in it yet?

Me: Because they haven't met you yet.

Vurso: … Anyways, please review, and tell us what you think!

Firethroat: Yeah, tell us if Sera should go on with this story!

Me: And we've set a limit. Ten good reviews, and I'll start writing the next chapter!

Firethroat: So review, and be nice, or I'll toast your butts with a Flamethrower.

Vurso: -_-' Why did I have to get stuck with this guy as my partner muse?

Me: No clue. Anyways, everyone, please review, and be nice!