This sounds like a darkfic, and maybe it is. I don't know, I'm not sure what classifies as "Dark", but I don't think this does.
I'm not sure how your rating system works in America, but in my country, it would be PG:Some scenes may scare very young children, Mild animated violence and Adult Themes (the last, only maybe, I can't really predict).
Anyway, never mind all that. This is an original fic. READ AFTERWARDS!Anyway, I'm going to stop talking now, and you can get down to reading. Oh, just one more thing. Feel free to point out grammatical errors, gaping plot holes, redundancy, and all that. But if you liked it and thought it was perfect, don't let that stop you from commenting. I like getting constructive replies! OK, now I really am going to stop talking.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the sound, like waves crashing on the beach. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking sand out of them. Hold on...sand? My eyes snapped open suddenly. I was on the beach! But...how had I got here? I didn’t remember...
I tried to get up, but my body seemed...different somehow. My limbs appeared to be much longer, and I also noticed that the ruff around my neck had vanished, leaving my throat and chest cold. It was freezing on the beach. I felt the gritty sand against my skin, and wondered, again, what had happened. I sat up clumsily, and tried to brush the sand off my face. I froze.
“No way...” I breathed. I looked in wonder at my paws, turning them over and inspecting them carefully. They weren’t paws anymore...they were human hands! I thought I could be mistaken, though. Maybe they didn’t belong to me. I bent down to one of them and bit it, hard. It hurt, so the odd appendages definitely belonged to me, although not as much as I thought it would. Also, I did not appear to be dreaming. I ran my tongue over my teeth, and they were definitely not as sharp as they used to be. I could tell that something was wrong, very wrong, and I was beginning to figure out what.
I pushed myself to my feet. Were they my feet? They didn’t look like my feet. More like...human feet. I stood unsteadily, and then realised I was only on two feet. That was strange. A gust of wind howled by, whipping around my body, causing me to hug myself tightly in an effort to stave off the chill. My hands (for I now accepted that that was what they were) came into contact with some foreign material; it felt like the clothes that my Trainer almost always wore. My Trainer...I remembered then. I had a Trainer; his name was Kenji, and he was the best Trainer I could ever have. I began to cry. Where was Kenji? Whenever I was in trouble, he was always there for me. He always picked me up and kept me going, no matter what happened. I wanted him to be there again, to hold me close and tell me that everything was going to be all right. He would do that, I knew for a fact. He cared about me. He...
For some reason, I found that I had trouble remembering any more than that. Memories floated on the edge of my consciousness, but were whisked away as soon as I tried to focus on them. It was as if my mind was a blackboard, a blackboard that had been wiped clean of all but a few traces of chalk.
“Kenji!” I cried out pitifully, but I could barely hear myself over the noise of the waves. “Kenji!” I looked to the sky; heavy black clouds floated over my head, and I prayed that they would pass me by. I was cold enough as it was, thank you very much. I looked down again. My head was aching abominably, and my joints felt stiff. My joints always felt stiff when it was about to rain; most Pokémon were sensitive to the tiniest atmospheric changes.
I tried to decide what to do next. I tried to think what Kenji would have done in this situation. But even thinking of him made tears come to my eye again. If he had been here, it would all have been alright, because he would have made sure that I was alright before him. And then...I swallowed. He would have gone...that way, I guessed, looking along the beach. I could not go inland, because thirty-metre high cliffs rose up in front of me, made of some chalky white rock. Along the beach the other way, I saw an awful lot of rocks. I didn’t fancy slipping on one of those. And of course, behind me was the ocean, dark and uninviting. I wasn’t sure I could swim. I had only been on a beach once...once... The memory was blown away like smoke on the wind. You could try with all your might to catch it, but the most you could gather was a handful of insubstantial vapour that dissipated immediately. I sighed, and realised that it was no good.
As I turned to stagger in the direction I had chosen, plick, a drop of water landed on my shoulder. I peered upwards dizzily, and was hit in the eye by another. Then more and more began to fall, intensifying at a terrific rate until I was completely soaked, and even colder than I was before. I crouched down again on the wet sand, huddling into myself for warmth, ignoring the rain that pelted me and left dents in the sand around me. My head was sore and spinning; I didn’t care if it was raining, I didn’t care if the whole fabric of the world was being torn to shreds around me. All I wanted was for the pain to stop, and the world to stop moving.
I felt the world slipping away. My vision was going black at the edges, and my head was pounding in sync with my heart; it felt as if my brain was trying to burst out of my head. I knew I was losing consciousness, and I fought to stay awake, but it was no good. My eyes closed, and I dimly wondered if they were ever going to open again...
I opened my eyes slowly. Again? Why was this happening again? Was the horrific scenario I had just experienced going to happen again? Was this all some sort of freakish dream after all? But no, something was different this time. It was wet. I tried to lift my head from the ground. It was awfully difficult, as if the ground was trying to hold me down. The effort of pulling almost made me black out again. Once I felt a little better, I tried again. The side of my head came free with a hollow sucking sound, like a plunger being pulled from a drain. I was still lying on the beach, of course, but now, it was completely saturated. The soft sand had turned to wet mud, and torrents of rain were still pouring down all around.
I levered myself up into a sitting position, noticing as I did that my head had stopped spinning, although the headache was still there somewhat. I noticed a rivulet of water next to me, running down to the iron-grey ocean. I dragged myself over to it, hoping to get a drink of rainwater, but when my reflection came into view, I gasped and shrank back. I had seen a pair of bright blue eyes looking back at me. My eyes! But they were set in an unfamiliar face. A human face!
Cautiously, I looked again. Sure enough, the face of a teenage girl looked back at me, one that looked to be a little older than Kenji. I peered at her through the distortion of the rain and rushing water. Was this really me, this sorry-looking human with short brown hair plastered to her head and light olive skin? It couldn’t be! I rubbed my eyes, and so did the girl in the water. It was me! I was no longer an Eevee. I had turned from a Pokémon into a human!
Obviously, my first thought was How? How on earth did this happen? I lay back down again on my back with a soft splat. I felt even more alone than I had before. Oh, Kenji! Where are you? I thought desperately. I felt tears form in my eyes again, and I let them flow onto my face, where they mingled with the rain that continued to fall all around. I could see nothing to do; I was a human, I was alone, and I saw no hope of ever finding Kenji again.
Yet before long, my practical nature attempted to assert itself over my utter despair. I stood up slowly, a little steadier than last time, and tried walking again. I was still getting used to this strange body, and it was difficult, but I worked it out fairly quickly, and hobbled along the beach in the direction that I had been planning to go in before...