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Over the course of time, baby Zorua, who belonged to Lucario and Zoroark, grew to be a young healthy, playful, pup who absolutely adored both his mother and father. He never favored one over the other, as some children do, and sought to include both of them in whatever he did, whether it was play wrestling, napping, or taking little strolls through the forest.
Yet Zoroark and Lucario noted something troubling in their son's life; he never said his first word. He would laugh, or growl when he played, yet even though he was still a pup, he hadn't said a single word. Lucario and Zoroark discussed this one day, while Zorua was rolling and playing in the sweet green grass.
"It worries me, Lucario," Zoroark said, with the most troubled expression. "Not a single word has our son spoken. Not mother, nor father..."
"Perhaps he is a little late," Lucario replied, wrapping one arm around her reassuringly. "Everyone has their own pace from which they grow."
"But have other parents had this problem?" Zoroark asked, greatly distressed.
Unbeknown to them, Zorua's ear flicked once at hearing the word, "parents."
"I know not," Lucario said, "but we are Zorua's parents; no other Pokemon would know how Zorua is. Only we know his behavior."
Again, little Zorua's ear flicked at the word. He got up from his rolling, walked over in front of his parents, and sat in front of them, staring as if he somehow sensed their worry. Then, Zorua shocked his mother and father by saying, loudly and quite plainly, "Parents."
Lucario and Zoroark could only stare at the marvel that came from their normally taciturn son.
Lucario spoke first. "He said-,"
"-Parents," Zorua said again, rather cheerfully now. "Parents!"
Zoroark instantly picked her son up in her arms, and said joyfully, "He speaks!"
"Of course, Mommy!" Zorua said, furthering the surprise to his parents.
"He speaks sentences now," Lucario said, bewildered.
"It's not that I couldn't, Daddy," Zorua said to Lucario. "But I didn't  want to hurt Mommy's feelings by saying 'Daddy', and I didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying 'Mommy'."
His parents could only look questioningly at each other. Before they could ask how this miracle came to be, Zorua said, "Does 'parents' mean mommy and daddy?"
His mother nodded, and said, "It does. It can mean either one, or it can mean both."
"Yay!" Zorua said delightedly. "I said both!"
Later that night, while Zorua was sleeping, Lucario and Zoroark discussed the day's miracle.
"But it seems he has known how to talk for a while now," Zoroark said. "Yet he never did."
Lucario thought upon it carefully, then said, "You know his nature; he cannot choose one of us over the other for fear of guilt, it seems."
"But I wonder why?..." Zoroark was lost in thought as she stared at the little pup curled against his father, while using the end of his mother's hair to cover himself.
"I can only think that this is one of life's mysteries," Lucario said. "But it is one that is best left unsolved."
"Perhaps..." Zoroark said, a small smile on her face.
"He choose the right time to speak," Lucario said. "Even I could not assuage your fear."
"You tried valiantly," she replied, to help him feel better.
Now it was his turn to smile. "For you, of course."
They said no more, but fell asleep.

From the day that Zorua spoke his first word, he began to speak quite a bit. He'd stay home with his mother whenever Lucario went off during his rounds of guarding the little Pokemon village from humans who might venture too close. For if that were to happen, there would be no doubt that the village would lose its inhabitants. He did this for the sake of his village, but every time, it was the safety of his mate and his child that he had in mind.
Upon coming home from one of these sentry watches, both he and Zoroark discovered another hidden gift within Zorua.
Zoroark was gathering berries from the storage that was the hollow tree trunks, when little Zorua (who at this point was supposed to be napping)  sprang up from his straw bed, ran to one of the four thresholds of their settlement, and, with pricked ears, asked, "Mommy, why is Daddy upset?"
Zoroark looked out from one of the hollows. "Zorua, what do you mean? Your father is not home ye-"
But no sooner had she finished that sentence when Lucario came in to the settlement. Upon seeing his little son sitting on the ground and looking up at him, he smiled and picked him up. "And there you are, my young son, ever present like the moon each night."
Zorua wagged his tail, but he asked his father, "Daddy, is something wrong?"
Lucario's smile slowly faded, and was replaced with a strange expression.
"Lucario, is something wrong?" Zoroark asked, noticing her mate's sudden silence, and coming to his side.
Lucario set Zorua down gently, then said to Zoroark quietly, "I'll need to speak to you alone."
Sensing the anxiety in his voice, she told Zorua, "Return to your nap please, my little one. Your father and I need to talk."
"Yes Mommy," Zorua said obediently, and went to his little bed of hay, curled up, and was sleeping as Lucario and Zoroark went just outside their home.
"I haven't seen you worried for quite a while; is something wrong?" Zoroark asked.
Lucario said very softly, "We encountered a human close to the village today. Thankfully this one was only one of the many that start off their journeys."
"A human? If they got even close..."
"I am ill at ease as well, my mate, but all we can do is ward them off and hope that they will think twice about venturing near."
This did not comfort Zoroark even slightly. "If I lose you or our son..."
Lucario held her closely. "They would fight me before I ever let them get even close to either of you."
They both stood in silence, Zoroark wrapped in the solace of her mate's arms, and Lucario finding reassurance himself with her company.
Then Zoroark broke the silence by asking Lucario, "There's something I must ask you, Lucario..."
"Yes, Zoroark?"
"Zorua... There's something more to him, it seems."
Lucario was puzzled. But it seemed that he caught the meaning of her statement, for he said, "He seemed to know that I was upset..."
"I had not even seen you home, yet he felt you were near somehow..."
They both returned to the settlement, and looked on while their son slept soundly on his bed, emitting tiny growls and whines, as well as twitching occasionally.
"He is perhaps the most unusual child..." Zoroark remarked.
Lucario was quiet for a moment. Then he said slowly, "... I do not think it is unusual... I might know what this new gift is..."
"A gift? Are you sure?" Zoroark asked.
"Yes, now I understand: he has the ability that every Riolu has."
"You mean the little ones of your species, right?"
"Yes. He has inherited your species, but his abilities are of my side."
"Remarkable," Zoroark said with true awe.
"Truly," Lucario agreed. They both went to their son, and lay down to sleep. Zorua, at feeling both of his parent's presence through his slumber, began to whine slightly. Zoroark gave him the end of her hair as a blanket, and, curled against his father, Zorua's whining ceased instantly, and slumbered peacefully for the rest of the night.

As well as spending time with his parents, Zorua would also romp over to the village to play with Mother K's second child, a young Kangaskhan female as old as he was. Each time Zorua arrived, Mother K would sweep him up, give him a hearty yet gentle hug, and say, "Well if it isn't a sweet little angel come to bless us! Now you go on an' play with my lil' baby girl, and have fun!"
And Zorua would immediately, after being set down of course, would prance and play with the little Kangaskhan baby, and they had the finest time that any two little young Pokemon could have, whether it was pretending to be explorers, rolling around in flowers or grass, or even games they invented themselves, such as a game that involved hanging a stick from a branch, and seeing who could break it first. (the baby Kangaskhan was usually always the winner, but Zorua never minded.)
Though one day, Zorua came home to Zoroark (Lucario was not home yet), and as he merrily jumped into her arms, he asked his mother, "Mommy, is a 'black devil' a bad thing?"
Zoroark was shocked. "What? Did someone call you that?!"
"Well... Not someone. Some of the villagers said that. Is it a bad thing?"
Zoroark felt the old poison coursing through her blood. I was able to endure this hell, but my child shall not! "Zorua, do you remember who called you this horrible name?"
"Um..." Zorua's little forehead scrunched up in the most innocent way. "The Kecleon brothers... And the Pidgey... And a big ol' Honchkrow."
Zoroark set her son down. "Those cowardly fools. They had not the courage to hurl insults to me face to face, yet when I give birth to a son, they beleaguer him with filthy taunts?!"
She was breathing very hard, and looked fierce indeed. But realization dawned on her face, and it seemed that she had an idea.
"Zorua," she asked slowly, "Have you ever felt a strange power within?"
"Sometimes, Mommy," Zorua said, curious of what his mother was asking.
"Do you know what we are able to do, my little one?"
"No, Mommy, I don't. Sorry."
"Do not apologize, my son. I never told you, so I am at fault. My son, we are illusionists."
"We're illusionists?"
"Yes, illusionists. It means we can change our appearance and fool other creatures, be they Pokemon or humans."
"And I can do that, Mommy?"
"Not yet. I haven't trained you, but I shall, starting right now."
And for the rest of the evening, she began to teach him how to use his inner power to transform, first by demonstrating, (she transformed into an Espeon for him, then transformed back) then with kind encouragement, she had him transform into an Eevee.
The little Eevee/Zorua was enraptured with this new found ability. "I did it, Mommy!" He jumped into his mother's arms again, and transformed back to his original appearance.
Zoroark was also immensely pleased. "It is alive within you, Zorua. Now we will keep practicing, all right?"
"Okay, Mommy! This was fun!"
Zoroark thought to herself for a moment, then said to her son, "Let us be quiet about this matter, for now. Your father mustn't know about this either."
Zorua's tail stopped wagging. "Why not Daddy?"
"Because-" Zoroark stopped, then changed her mind, "Very well, I will tell him."
When Lucario came home, Zorua ran up to him excitedly and said, "Daddy, Daddy! I learned a new trick today!"
"Another ability? You will be the most talented little one that ever lived, my son," Lucario said affectionately.
"Watch, Daddy!" Zorua then transformed, and became a small Taillow.
Instead of amazement, or approval, there was a look on Lucario's face that could not be identified. "How did you learn this?"
"I taught him to transform," Zoroark said, stepping forward.
There was a heavy silence. Then Lucario said, "Zoroark, I must speak with you. About this new ability."
After they both went aside, Lucario asked, "When did you teach him this?"
"Only today, after he came home from playing with Mother K's child."
"I do not approve of this," Lucario said firmly.
"And why is that, Lucario?" Zoroark asked, with the barest trace of growing irritation.
"This is teaching our son the things that should not be taught; trickery, deceit, lying-"
"Do you know why I taught him this?" Zoroark said loudly, finally showing some of her frustration.
Recognizing it, Lucario asked, "Tell me why, then."
And she told him how some of the other Pokemon began to brand their son with the foul names that were once nailed to her. "I will not let my son fall prey of the torments that I went through. I would suffer them a thousand times more as long as it meant that those words would never befall his ears!"
She was getting worked into a fury again.
"My mate, becalm yourself," Lucario said in a soft and gentle tone, "I am angry too; can I bear to hear my own son being tormented this way? No. Especially when I know that my son is the most innocent young pup that I have ever met. I shall speak with the villagers."
His words soothed Zoroark's temper, and she let herself be pulled into his embrace. "And what of his illusionist powers?"
Lucario considered this, then said, "That cannot be stopped; he is of your species. But if any harm comes of it, it must end."
They both returned to little Zorua, who was waiting patiently for his parents to come back. "What were you talking about?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and questioning them with his round turquoise eyes.
"Nothing, my young son; everything is well," Lucario said, picking him up. "I believe I neglected to hold you when I got home."
Zorua cuddled against his father happily, then jumped into his mother's arms and cuddled with her as well. "I love you both," he said, wagging his tail.
"And we love you," his mother replied.

So with this new power, Zorua would disguise himself as a different Pokemon, go to Mother K's stand, then transform to his normal form whenever he was within safe distance from prying eyes.
This went well for a while, until a terrible thing happened. A young Rattata had seen Zorua transform, and word spread like wildfire. Several days after this, Zoroark was in the shelter when little Zorua ran crying to her.
"My little one! What is it?" Zoroark asked in dismay.
"I w-was playing with b-b-baby Kangaskhan, and some other Pokemon came and- and started making fun of me. Baby Kangaskhan t-told them to leave me alone, but then they started throwing rotten Berries at us!"
Zoroark held her little one close, and noting that his story was indeed true (she never doubted him, of course, but she saw his soft black fur had splotches of overripe Tamato and Rabuta Berries), a venomous hatred like she had never felt before tore away at her insides.
"How dare they?! How dare they?!" She almost screamed it. But she knew that would not help her son's tearful mood, so she comforted him as much as she could.
"What did I do wrong, Mommy? I didn't mean to do anything!" Zorua wailed.
"You did nothing wrong, my little son! They have wronged you!" She found the old Pecha Scarf that she had bought so long ago when she was still pregnant with Zorua, and wiped the remaining berry residue from her child. "Let us go to your father. He will do something." She wasted no time in running to find Lucario, with her young pup hiding safely within her hair. Not once did she slow down or stop, because anger spurred her on. At last, she found her mate at the boundaries of the village. He was with Mother K's mate, Rhydon.
"Zoroark?" Lucario asked in surprise. "What is it, my mate?"
"Hi, Daddy..." Zorua said quietly from his position atop his mother's head.
"Zoroark, has something happened?" But no sooner had he said that when he saw the furious look in her eyes.
"Our son has been ambushed by some of the older Pokemon," she said. "They have thrown rotten Berries at him and taunted him."
Lucario was in a state of total shock. "They- did that to him?" Then his face darkened in the fiercest way.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
"Just earlier, when he came weeping to me." Zoroark looked up at Rhydon, who had been trying to politely turn away to avoid their conversation. "Rhydon, my little one said that they did this to your child, too."
He turned to her. "They did this to my sweet little girl as well?!"
"For standing up for my son."
His kind red eyes were ablaze with anger. "I will go to my mate and child immediately!"
And he quickly stormed off.
"These Pokemon will not get away with this low deed!" Lucario said.
"Shall you speak with them now? This cannot wait!"
"Indeed it won't, my mate."
And he followed after Rhydon.
"What will happen, Mommy? What is Daddy going to do?" Zorua asked in a timid voice.
Zoroark pulled him off her head and held him in a mother's embrace. "He will fix this." But another thought formed in her head. "And if they cannot, then I will make them regret it."

Zoroark and Zorua waited in their home for Lucario to arrive. Finally, Zorua said, "...Daddy's angry, Mommy."
And sure enough, Lucario walked into the stronghold with an enraged air.
"What is it?" Zoroark asked.
"They do nothing!" he spat angrily. "They say that their children are innocent, and that they will not punish their children for 'defending themselves'! This is not JUST!" He slammed his fist into a tree with all his might. When he dropped it back to his side, there was a splintered circle where his fist had struck the tree.
"I must... go for a walk. Zorua, forgive me for not being able to bring you justice, my son."
"It's okay, Daddy. I still love you." He walked over to his father and rubbed his little head against his father. "You're the best daddy I ever had."
His father sighed, a sigh of loss and exhaustion. Then he rubbed his son's head lovingly and left.
Zoroark felt the seething rage burn even hotter. Something must be done, and so she decided to go with her plan.
"I will get back at them," she said aloud, as an oath.
"What are you going to do, Mommy?" Zorua asked.
"Frighten them," she replied. And she began to transform herself. Within seconds, there was a colossal Rock type creature in the stronghold. It had large jaws, a tail with a triangular shape at the tip, and sharp teeth, yet with its terrible appearance, Zorua knew it was only his mother in disguise. But he felt that what she was about to do was a bad thing.
"I will be back, my little one," Aerodactyl/Zoroark said. "Wait here."
And she flew off.
She flew through the village, and terrified every Pokemon that she could find. Zoroark knew well enough not to actually attack any of them, but scaring them was enough. She derived great pleasure from their fear, and in her mind, she thought, This is what they deserve. Only a few Pokemon were brave enough to even try an attack, but they only used attacks against what they thought was a Rock type Flying type hybrid. Yet Zoroark was not harmed, because she retained her Dark type.

As he returned from his walk, Lucario saw the village in disrepair. Before he could ask, a Nuzleaf ran up to him and said in a rather hysterical voice, "We were attacked! It was a giant Aerodactyl! It just glided in from nowhere and began chasing the villagers!"
Lucario said nothing; the suddenness of this news silenced him.
"An... Aerodactyl?"
"It may seem ridiculous, but I swear it, Lucario!"
But Lucario knew it was no Aerodactyl. This must be dealt with now.
"I must leave, we need to clean up the remaining mess," Nuzleaf said, then ran off.
Lucario turned, and ran to his home.

When he arrived, he saw a massive Aerodactyl perched underneath the canopy of the tied branches.
"Was this your way of dealing with our son's troubles?!" Lucario raged angrily.
The Aerodactyl dissolved, and just as Lucario suspected, there stood Zoroark where the mighty prehistoric monster once stood. "I gave my son justice! If you think that I would even forget this sin, then you are mistaken!"
As much as Lucario loved Zoroark, he was infuriated with her behavior. "Have you no shame?!"
"Have you no sympathy for your son?!" she bitterly snarled back. "If I recall, they threw rotten food at him, and called him terrible things!"
"I did what I could do-!"
"-With no avail! These Pokemon are foolish and ignorant!" And though every bit of her screamed not to say it, she added, "And I see that you are as well!"
"You are nothing but a brazen and barbaric female!" Lucario bristled. "Is this the example you wish to set for our son?!"
"You would not understand! You have not been through the trials and suffering that I and now my son have to bear!"
"You make it sound as if I love neither of you!"
"Perhaps you do not! The only foolish thing I have done is to come here! To trust you! To-," Here she cut off. She almost had sobbed the words, love you, but she held them back.
"I see this place is unforgiving," she said. "I will leave!... And take my son with me!"
"He is my son as well!" Lucario shouted.
"He is of my species! He is no Riolu, and for that, I am thankful!"
"My blood runs through his veins as well as your blood!"
"And yet you see he is not blue and black! He does not control aura! He is nothing like you!"
They stared at each other. Within Lucario's eyes was a red blazing fire. Within Zoroark's eyes was an equally intense turquoise poison.
Then she turned and ran off to find Zorua.
Lucario stood there, and he felt the most terrible feeling of fury coursing through his body.
That heathen! he thought furiously. But he knew it was just like her to behave this way. Would she dare take our son?

"Zorua," Zoroark called, seeking her child.
"Yes, Mommy?" Zorua asked.
"We are leaving this wicked place, my son," she said. "Now. I will not tolerate the torment that tears at you."
"Is Daddy coming with us?" Zorua asked, in the most innocent way.
After a moment, she said bitterly, "Your father will not be coming with us. We are leaving him as well."
Zorua wanted to jump up and protest. He loved both of his parents! Why couldn't they both come?!
"It must be done, my little angel," Zoroark said tenderly. "I am sorry, but no one understands us. They do not accept us for who we are."
"... All right, Mommy." Zorua didn't want to leave his father. He had always loved the fact that his parents loved each other. What had happened? Why was his mother acting as if she hated his father?
"But Mommy," Zorua said, once she had picked him up and placed him within her voluminous pony tail, "Why is Daddy not coming?"
"Zorua," she said hesitantly, "I know that you love both of us equally. You never favor one of us over the other, and for that, you are the most benevolent creature in this forest. But your father... I can only say that I think lowly of him right now. So let us depart."
And with her child, she ran off into the night. She never stopped, and kept running until she was a safe distance away from the village.
We must go... to a place... where they will not persecute us, she thought.
And upon traveling a certain length of time, she noticed that there were fewer trees, and there was more verdant grass that was bathed in the bluish white beams of moonlight. She stopped at a short ledge, and gazed at what lay before her.
There was a large, grassy meadow, larger than any she had ever seen. And at a great distance away, it overlooked the ocean.
"Mommy..." she heard Zorua gasp in awe.
"Our new home, my little one," she said.
She begun to construct a bed of grass by turning around again and again, until it was suitably bent as a place to rest. The grass was tall enough to conceal her and her child.
"We will explore this meadow tomorrow, my son. For now, we must rest."
But in Zorua's mind, he thought, I can't go to sleep without Mommy and Daddy.
Even Zoroark was terribly lonely without her strong, powerful, yet gentle mate resting next to her.
Lucario, she tried to think resentfully. But his name only echoed within her head in a remorseful and deeply sad tone.
Part three of my Lucario and Zoroark story!
Whoo... This one is longer than Zoroark the Outcast or A Son is Born. But it's here, and I plan to keep it here.

Several things I want to say. I did watch the Zoroark Movie (which is the same night that I submitted this).
I thought it was crap.
I hated the voice acting of Ash, Brock and Dawn. I admit to disliking Zorua's voice, too. It didn't even sound like a young child, it sounded like a little girl! And the fact that he kept calling Zoroark, "Memaw" pissed me off (forgive the language) even more, because it didn't sound loving, or sincere, or warm. It sounded like a stupid nickname, and made it seem that she wasn't even his mother!
Also, I had my whole story thought out before I even saw the movie (My story is in no way connected to the movie), and I had a meadow in mind as the place where Zoroark and Zorua escape to. So imagine my shock at seeing it as their home in the movie! I could only edit my idea a bit, like adding an ocean, and making the grass tall.

Another thing I should say: If you're reading this, my characters do not have the voices they have in the movies... Well... Lucario has the same voice that he had in the eighth movie. But as for Zoroark and Zorua... They would sound totally different. Zorua would have the same voice that Al from Full Metal Alchemist had (where he sounds like a little boy) and Zoroark... Now this is interesting. I like to think that Zoroark has the same voice as Serabi from the Lion King. Even though the actress for Serabi had a small roll, I still loved the voice she lent for Serabi.

Any questions you might like to ask, I'll answer them in the comment section.

Also, links to the previous stories:
Zoroark the Outcast (part 1): [link]
A Son is Born(part 2):[link]

Links to the story ahead (I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS LONG AGO)
[link]

It's weird... I can't write about their affectionate loving moments for garbage, yet when I get to the arguing part, I'm right at home.
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Aviana-Designs's avatar
I think they should get back together and have a set of twins one that is zoark and one that is rilou and also go back to their village. They can let people's prejudice make them leave.