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Life Of a Pokemon Hunter
Warning: Violence, homosexual and heterosexual relationships, gory and detailed scenes, death, ect. (Obviously I can't post it all here. stare )((This is not a romance fiction. ._. There is no sex in it, it's mostly fluff. Just so you know.))

I do not own Pokemon. I have no idea who they belong to. D: Nintendo, or something. I do own the character ‘Five Tweenyseeven’, though, as well as his entire persona so please refrain from stealing him. Please. :3 Fanart, of course, is always appreciated, though.

Chapter One:
The Startings

Five Tweenyseeven, born Jack Lemitype, was born and raised in the forest of the Kanto Region. He was born brunette with the biggest, whitest blue eyes to parents Mark and Miko Lemitype. His mother, unfortunately, passed away early on in his childhood and his father was always too busy with his ‘collecting’ to pay him much attention.

“Jack! Come on, Jack! There have been sightings of rare pokemon west of Cerulean City. Don’t make me leave you here again.” Oh, how his father loved him. Jack whimpered softly at the awakening from downstairs and rolled himself out of bed. His dad loved catching pokemon, but not in the normal sense. He just took pictures of them and stupid things like that. He only had a few pokemon of his own and he hadn’t even shown Jack how to catch his own yet! He was already ten!

It didn’t help that they were completely isolated from every town within walking distance. No one ever came out here and Jack wasn’t allowed to go out by himself. He couldn’t say he hated this, he just wasn’t enjoying it. He loved to see all the pokemon himself, but wasn’t it kind of pointless to not try to catch them?

He tugged his shirt over his head with a bit of a struggle, his chocolate brown hair fluffed out like bird feathers and frayed unhappily on his head. He bounced toward the door as he tried to tug on his pants and tumbled down the stairs to where his dad was waiting. He hadn’t worn shoes in, well, ever actually. His dad didn’t make a lot of money in what he did, besides the rare chances that he actually found something rare and managed to sell it simply to buy more camera supplies.
Jack wasn’t sure how they even managed to eat. Of course, his father didn’t abuse him or starve him or anything, just kind of ignored him. Which Jack was sure was just as bad as abuse. Emotional abuse or something.

He held his father’s heavy camera in two of his small hands and his dad put the strap around his neck in case he dropped it. Jack would admit, his dad could be friendly and a good father in rare moments, just often enough for the small boy to respect him.

His dad carried the rest. He was a big man, like one of those pot bellied hikers and easily three hundred pounds. He just kind of hobbled along and Jack trotted after him. As they walked the long distance to Cerulean City, none of the pokemon bothered them. They barely took notice to him. Something about them knowing that Jack and his father weren’t a threat.

His father had this crazy idea that pokemon could have as complex emotions as humans. Jack thought he was weird, though. They were just pokemon. Mark set down his things as they came upon a decent looking spot and began to set up his things. Jack handed his father his camera and went off to explore by himself.

He never wandered out of his father’s sight, of course, not wanting to get lost or something. He examined the small pokemon and however close they’d let him get. He climbed through the trees and carefully pondered through his father’s books. Still, he got bored very quickly.

“When are you going to teach me how to catch a pokemon?” He finally got to bothering his father. The man waved him off with a mumble of ‘later’.

“You always say that! You’re never going to teach me!” He cried out, startling some of the pokemon and causing them to hurry off. Mike growled unhappily, settling his camera down against his gut. He reached into his pocket and handed two
pokeballs to his son.

“Here. Now be quiet.” Jack looked over them excitedly until he realized, they were empty.

“Dad,” He complained. “What am I suppose to catch them with?” He father handed him a stick from one of the close by trees and Jack simply frowned some more.

“There. A stick. Go.” He instructed, pointing away from his and his work. Jack pouted, taking his stick and the two pokeballs and stalking off into the forest. So he had a stick. This was sure to go over well. He pondered along slowly, trying to look for a weaker looking pokemon so he wouldn’t end up hurt.
The trees slowly thinned out and Jack knew he had wandered further away from his father than he ever had before. He wasn’t even sure he had been this far out before. The trees soon turned to fields and short little grasses and lots of little herbivore pokemon munching away.

In the middle of the field, Jack spotted a little blue blob gnawing on little blades of grass. A ditto? A shiny ditto? This had to be his lucky day. Jack slowly shuffled through the grass and with his stick. As he got closer, the little creature seemed to get more and more aware of him. It looked dead at him and in a panic to disguise himself changed into a – a brick?
Jack was severally confused. The little blue ditto had just changed himself into, well, a little blue brick. Not exactly the best disguise in the middle of this field. Especially seeing as he was bright blue. The small child took a moment of thought before taking his stick and whacking the small creature over its broad head with it. The stick cracked against the brick and Jack frowned stubbornly. He picked up the brick and carried it off back to show to his father. The little ditto trembled in his grasp but didn’t change back.

The brick was pretty heavy, though, and as he hurried back to his father, Jack tripped over his own feet and sent the brick flying. It bashed against the tree, sending Beedrill every which way. Ditto hit the tree and promptly fainted. Jack, ducking his head down to prevent being seen by the swarm, quickly tossed one of the empty pokeballs at the little flattened blob. The little ball jerked about a little before falling still. Yes! He caught his first pokemon!

The Beedrill, apparently, didn’t care. As the small boy stood, they came after him. Jack immediately took off running, but the pokemon were obviously faster. The flocked over him like the angry bees they were, stabbing their stingers at the boy without any regard of his size. Jack cried out under the attack, yelling and screaming for his father.

“DADDY!” Of course, the man was far out of his voice range
and he was left unheard. He could feel his soft, semi tanned skin being pierced by the sharp, powerful stingers, blood running down his sides and soaking into his clothes. He could heard the snapping and cracking of bones being broken, but the pain did not come, his body numb under the fear of what was happening.

He quickly began to fade, his poor little body unable to take the stress he was being put under, the wounds ripping through his body with no reservation. Not once did he loosen his grip on the little clear and white ball in his hand, holding it as if it would save his life.

He drifted into quietness and fell unconscious.

~

“Son! Wake up son! Don’t give out on me, boy!” Mike bellowed unnecessary loud down at the small, banged up boy. Jack opened his nearly white blue eyes in shock, staring up at his father with huge eyes and darting them around the room in confusion. The blood rushed to his head and face and he squinted his eyes closed with a pained whimper.

“Daddy.” He mumbled softly and the large man gave a relieved
chuckle. He seated himself with a heavy ‘plop’ and placed a hand softly on his head.

“Oh Creator Arcues, you scared me.” He stroked the brunette hair softly and Jack cracked an eye open to glance toward him.

“They said you’d possibly never wake up.” Jack adverted his eyes to the mirror set up across from him, plastered to the entire wall like some kind of fun house. He let out another pained noise at his appearance. He had a little tuff of hair on his head, the rest of it shaven and bandaged up to protect his head wound. He touched a palm to his head, biting his lip sadly. It didn’t really hurt, since he was still feeling numb, but he had liked his hair. Perhaps the wound was why he couldn’t feel his leg.

He turned his blue eyes down toward his leg.

“Nghaaaaaaaaaah!”

“N-now son. Calm down.” He tried to sooth Jack’s terror filled face.

“Those Beedrills came at you pretty hard. I told you not to be ******** around with them.” He insisted over his son’s yelling.

“My leg! My leg! It’s gone!” Jack threw his head back, covering his eyes with a horrible sob. His father grimaced a little, covering the bloody, bandaged stump with the white hospital sheets.

“N-now, now, Jack. It’s not as bad as it seems.” He assured the boy, giving his petite thigh a soft pat in an attempt to calm him down. It was times like these when they could both admit to missing mother. His father wasn’t exactly the best at comfort.

“Lo-look, we’ll get you a good prosthetic and you won’t even miss the old thing.” He threw his hand down the length of the bed as if throwing off a stack of papers from a desk. Jack simply let out another pained noise. His leg was gone! That was not making him feel better!

“And you’re lucky you still have your knee. It’ll make everything a lot easier.” Again, Jack only made a noise. Mike sighed softly, obviously feeling guilty about this. There wasn’t much he could do, though, he couldn’t get his leg back. He grabbed a boot from the side table and placed it in his son’s lap.
Jack poked any eye out to look down at the stiletto. He looked toward his father, then to the boot, then back again. He’d bite.

“Why are you giving me a lady shoe?” He asked, a slightly pathetic tone in his voice.

“That’s the pokemon you caught.” Jack adverted his eyes back to the shoe, watching two eyes open and look toward him.

“Not the smartest thing, you got there, son.” His father admitted, watching the little blue ditto shift back into its gelatinous form. Jack simply frowned more. Great. Not only did he get attacked by Beedrill, of which took off his leg, but it was all for some half retarded ditto. The little blob creature climbed out of his lap, up his arm, over his neck, and settled itself on the top of his head.

It morphed itself and stretched itself out over his head, covering his little patch of hair and forming a sort of blue wig over his head. A wig with a face. Jack gave a very small, slightly amused smile and gently touched a few of the blue locks.

“I guess you’re not that bad.” He mumbled softly. Mike smiled softly, glad that his son wasn’t going to be completely depressed. He was a strong boy, after all.

“Imma name you Marmalade.” He decided, patting his head and listening to the creature purr on his head.

“I think he likes that idea, Jack.” His father smiled softly.
After a few more days of being carefully watched over by the nurses of the hospital and the pokemon wandered about with their little bits of help and Jack was free to go. Of course, his dad stuck by his word and immediately took his son out to get him a new leg. He lifted the boy up onto his neck, his now blue headed son clinging to him with his wounded limbs and eager fingers.

He signed his son out from the hospital and took him out into the city. There were stares, of course, the people watched in aw as the blue headed, one legged boy rode on his father’s neck. Of course, no one said anything, not even of pity, probably because of his father’s sheer size. Mike took him straight to a good friend of his known for making great pokeballs.

He figured if he could make something that could contain a full sized pokemon, he could make an artificial leg, with some help from Mike, of course, whom was fairly good at making pokemon replicas out of just about anything. Together, Mike was sure they could make his son a decent leg, if not better than a professional.

“Hey, Walter.” Mike helped himself into the little home/work space and was greeted by a thinner, but muscular man. The blonde man smiled softly at the two, giving Jack a pity look. He lifted the boy up off his father’s shoulders and gave him a small hug before setting him on his work desk.

“Let’s take a look here, shall we?” He plucked the blue wig from his head and Marmalade gave an angry noise. He did not want to be taken away from his trainer, however, Walter paid him no mind. He frowned a little at the lines of stitches over the boy’s head. It would take a long time for that to heal, though his hair was already coming back in.

He settled the ditto back over his scalp and fixed the faux hair and it purred again. Walter then turned toward his leg, straightening both legs out by his thighs under the light of his lamp. He seated himself at the desk and rolled Jack’s pant’s legs up to examine the little stub. He unwrapped the bandages and Jack whimpered softly, wincing his eyes closed. The blonde man frowned a little and placed his little Cleffa in his palms. Jack smiled. He did love pokemon and playing with the small creature in his hands was enough to keep him distracted.
Walter examined the stitched up knee, moving it softly to check how much movement it still had. Thankfully, his knee was completely fine. It moved how it was suppose to move and Jack could still feel it, obviously, for he kept trying to pull away when anything he touched hurt.

“It’s not that bad at all.” Walter assured the man. Mike nodded with a relieved smile, placing a heavy hand on the man’s shoulder.

“I’m glad.” He had almost been worried there would be a difficulty. Of course, he still felt guilty about letting his son wander off and get hurt, but now he didn’t feel nearly as bad. He’d still be able to live normally. He wouldn’t dare let his son go off by himself again. Alright. So he was lying to himself, but he was going to be sure he could at least get direct contact with him.

“Some plaster, metal, and a few other things I got laying around here and I’m sure we could get a functioning leg on this boy.” He smiled, giving Jack a heavy pat on the back.

“Cleffa!” The cute little pokemon cried out, sensing her master enthusiasm. Walter certainly was excited to try this out, even if the poor boy had to lose his leg to do it. It hadn’t been his fault, after all.

“Let’s get some measurements down and I’ll get right to work.” Jack sat still as the two men set to work taking every possible measurement on his leg, weighing him, and a whole bunch of other stuff he didn’t quite understand. He held the Cleffa close to him the entire time, cuddling it like a stuffed animal. Marmalade purred away from the top of his head, soothing his worried features.

When Walter finished, he wrapped up the little stump again, to be sure it didn’t get infected or anything. He settled Cleffa back in her little bedding where she drifted back to sleep peacefully and lifted Jack from off the table. He set the boy in a cushioned little wagon and placed a blanket over his legs.

Jack watched him with huge, white-blue eyes, though comfortable, he was kind of put off by the special treatment. He really wasn’t use to things like this. He called in Arcanine from outside and hooked him up to the front of the wagon.

Despite the attack, Jack was not even a little afraid of pokemon. He was still as eager as ever to get out and explore and was more than happy to have his own pokemon. No matter how stupid it seemed to be.

“Arcanine will keep you safe.” He assured the small boy, giving him a soft pat on the shoulder. Jack winced softly at the touch, pain scorching through his body as one of his wounds was touched.

“Ngh.” He whimpered.

“Oh. I’m sorry, babe. Off you go, now.” Jack gave him a bit of a glare to the man and allowed the fire dog to take him outside. Needless to say, Jack was much more comfortable around pokemon than he was around people. He couldn’t stand the way they stared at him. Yeah, so he had blue hair, so? It wasn’t like he was the only one. He could name a few gym leaders with blue hair. And he was covered up, now, they couldn’t tell he was missing a leg could they?

“Towards the forest, Arcanine.” The dog glanced back toward him with a skeptical look, but trotted off towards the forest anyways. It was a bit of a bumpy ride of the grass and rocks and Jack had to hold on stiffly to the wagon, but he went unharmed in all. As they came across a river, Jack commanded the pokemon to stop. Arcanine, indeed, stopped in the tracks and laid himself down by the side of the water.
Jack, determined, picked himself up and yanked himself out of the wagon. He hobbled a little on his one leg and hopped toward the large dog, unhooking him from the wagon and allowing him to play and relax in the water. He then went off towards one of the trees and picked out a large, broken limb from around the tree’s trunk to support himself on. He was still very wobbly, but he would be alright.

He plucked Marmalade from off his head and settled him on the ground carefully. The ditto stared back at him curiously.

“Come on, Marm, let’s do some practicing.” He smiled. He was so excited for this. He had waited forever for a pokemon of his own.

“Try transforming into Arcanine.” He pointed to the red dog. Ditto glanced toward him, then toward Jack. His form shifted and grew, then shrunk again. Jack sighed softly.

“That’s a shoe. Arcanine.” Marmalade made a soft noise of disappointment and tried again.

“No. That’s a picture frame. Arcanine. That’s a rock. That’s a bike tire. I don’t even know what that is.” This went on for a while, the little blue ditto shape shifting into everything but an Arcanine. Or even a pokemon, for that matter.

A noise rustled from one of the bushes and Marmalade launched himself at his own, afraid for his life. Jack nestled him on the top of his head and quickly hurried back to his wagon. The stick he was wobbling on snapped in two and he fell. A young girl, not much older than himself, popped out from the bushed. He stared at her with his shocking blue eyes and she stared back and for a moment, everything was silent.

Finally, she spoke.

“I thought I heard someone over here.” She smiled suddenly, bounding toward him with her bright personality. Jack quickly scooted away, leaving grass marks on his pants. Marmalade growled a little from his spot as a blue wig. She stared at it curiously.

“Is that a Ditto? Awesome!” She offered a hand to help him up, but he didn’t take it. He simply continued to stare at her. She obviously hadn’t noticed his current state of body. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t last very long on his feet. He didn’t need to embarrass himself anymore. She paid it no mind, though, and reached down to grab at his arms, yanking him up with more power than a girl her age needed to have.
Jack actually growled a little unhappily as he was forced to his feet. Struggling would only make it worse.

“Stop!” He barked angrily. She gave him an gloomily, slightly startled look. With a quick look over him, she spotted the problem. At once, she helped him back down to sit on his bottom and apologized way louder than she needed to.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t- I didn’t know!”

(Still working on chapter one. :3)