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Zorua are not native to Ula’ula Island. But this Zorua managed to hitch on a boat to here.
As a kit, he couldn’t remember his life back on Melemele, and now he lives on the streets of Malie City, using his illusion ability to disguise as a native Pokémon so as to not draw attention.
He’d disguise as a Rattata or something and wander the streets, hoping to find food. Unluckily, the people of Alola were not ones to throw food away. So, he’d usually starve, the cold of the night gnawing at him. Life here was simply unfortunate for him.
Until one eventful day.
That day, he wasn’t disguised as anything. He was just sitting on the sidewalk, alone. A lady who’d presumably be returning to her home approached him.
She looked to be middle-aged and wore glasses. She had smoky black hair and turquoise eyes that looked at his with sympathy. Her outfit suggested that she worked at the local Pokémart. She bent down and gave him a small smile. “Hello there, little guy,” she said. ”Hi…” he responded. Even though he knew she couldn’t understand him, he couldn’t help but respond.
She offered him the sandwich she was eating. “You probably need this more than I do,” she said as the Zorua’s eyes widened. Without any hesitation, the Zoua devoured the egg sandwich, savouring every bite.
The woman chuckled softly. “Hungry, eh? I’m Denice.” She tentatively caressed his head, the Pokémon purring. ”Denice…” he said to himself.
“Do you want to come with me,” she awkwardly blurted out. The Pokémon’s eyes widened even further as he nodded enthusiastically.
Denice smiled at his response. She picked him up and she carried the pup to her home.
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Her place was rather nice, just a small suburban house. To Denice, it was probably nothing special. To the little fox? It was a palace.
The lady quickly hurried towards a display in the living room. It held an old Luxury Ball, which she carefully removed from its stand. The Zorua's heart pounded. What was she going to do?
Denice approached the young Pokémon. “This is a PokéBall, a Luxury Ball, to be specific,” she murmured, kneeling to his level. “My father gifted it to me before he left for his Pokémon journey abroad. Although my mum and I were devastated, we knew he was… following his dreams,” she smiled softly to herself. “He told me to use it whenever I catch my first Pokémon. I expected that I’d never get to use it, but… I believe you are the one.” She looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Will you join me, Zorua?’
He looked at Denice, then at the ball. His eyes gleamed with joy. He nodded with vigour. Denice’s smile widened as she pressed the PokéBall’s button against his forehead. A crimson light escaped from the device and enveloped the fox.
Inside the contraption, it felt... strange to say the least. Not cramped or uncomfortable. Just, different. He heard Denice’s muffled voice: “Welcome home.”
Denice quickly released him, a smile that could warm a Glalie's core plastered on her face as she saw her new Pokémon standing before her. Without any warning, she pulled him into an embrace, squashing their faces together. “Thank you…” they said in unison.
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“You need a name,” she declared. “What to name you…” She taped her fingers on her chin. “Hmmm, Victor? No... Ash? Maybe- Nah. Aha! Arthur! A noble but friendly name!”
”Arthur…” he said to himself, testing the name. Yes. He liked that. He nodded enthusiastically.
This would be his new life, no longer fending for himself on the streets. Now, he was Arthur.