Belonging - Klaus

There are some that say the biggest gift one can bring into this world is Life and for Klaus's parents, this was exactly their perspective of it. His mom's parents, his living grandparents,  had struggled to bring her into the world with bad luck seemingly cursing them at every corner, and they too had this cursed spell of loss and failiure before finally bringing a small, premature and quite sickly baby girl into the world, and while they where still too sick to leave the hospital, the Regals had work to get back too, leaving the child in the care of the many house workers they had to check on them and the hospital staff which set the tone for the rest of Klaus's life it seemed. Their parents where doting and sent money, spent as much time as they could when not at work, sent them over to their grandparents to recieve 'tutoring' and teaching the family business, but their parents themselves where relatively absent, and relatively accepting as well. Klaus was still fairly young when he came out as male and they where happy to provide the money for whatever he wanted to do, and too most it seemed like he had the perfect life  but to Klaus it never felt like he was sitting at home when he was, it felt like sitting in your friend's house while waiting for someone to come pick you up and they never do. 

Of course his parents where loving, his grand parents as well. Yet when he went to school, he was alone. No one wanted to get on his bad side, so they avoided getting on his side at all. Of course he had Axel, but despite Axel's relatively caring nature and big brother instincts, Klaus still found himself never feeling quite good enough for anything in the world. Not good enough for friends, not good enough for his parent's attention outside of material objects and credits, and definitely not good enough for his grandparents who where visibly frustrated it was taking him as long as it was to get into their business, but his parent's worried about their sickly child enough to keep him out of such stressful activities and instead simply chose to spoil him as they could. Klaus filled the empty honeycombs of his heart with shiny things, clothes, makeup, anything he could purchase. When he came to his parents about a pokemon, after seeing the cutest eevee in the nearby Pedigree paws, that was the first time he had a line drawn for him and it just made it even worse for him. His parents and grandparents lectured him, pokemon where just beasts, they where dirty, why did he want a dirty beast? He wanted to scream he just wanted someone who cared enough to be there, but he instead simply just had one of his many trademark tantrums of crying and throwing stuff and was left to his own devices.

That wasn't the last time he brought up the topic though, and on his many excursions to the stores he wandered a bit too far in his post browse fit over being told no and stumbled across a Nera, and the strange black lizard like spirit had drawn him, was it some kind of pokemon? Turns out, no, and the fusion just made things worse. His parents treated it like some disease, even more so when a particularly bad tantrum over it all made it 'worse', fusing him further after the bout of a strong melt down. He was treated like he was diseased, constant doctor trips, and particularly no more going to the pet store as they believed that was to blame for this. While he had felt alone most of his life the put in his chest was progressively widened more and more until he felt like it was just going to snap. He was still spoiled, the various maids and such had no problems still seeing to him, but even his tantrums didn't get him the attention he craved from anyone anymore. 

When he came to his parent's for the 100th time about a pokemon, something snapped. It was his 21st birthday, and they finally made an agreement with him. He could move out, on their dime, and they'd let him have a pokemon. Being alone should have terrified him, but he jumped on it instantly.
As he walked into the house he was given, with the various butlers and maids and cooks his parents had hired who all knew him well, and with a small cyndaquil fusion in his arms, a sense of relief filled him as the small creature nuzzled into his arms. He finally felt wanted, even if just by this one pokemon, and as he looked out the windows over Brookfell, he finally felt at home.