What did it mean to be...human? It's a question she had been asking herself for awhile. Does it mean that you are a lesser being to those superior? Does it mean that you are weak?

She didn't understand what it meant to be a human. After all, she's been taught her whole life that humans... aren't...human. They don't deserve the same rights as Gijinka's. They are nothing but slaves that can be sold off, bought, traded, killed. They have no value.

They are nothing. And she was nothing. She was thrown away to the streets after her parents realized she was a human. Nobody wants a human child. It was lucky a group of humans took her in. Or else she would've been eaten alive.

She sighed, shaking her head. she continued to sweep the lobby of a research lab in Kalos, her mind slowly delving into another place. See, humans weren't allowed to work in high paying jobs, like being a researcher. It was either janitorial, sex, or work that Gijinka's didn't want to do.

But did she mind? No. As long as she got money to live, she was happy. She paid no mind to the Gijinka coming in and out. Sure they ridiculed, humiliated, and assaulted her...but that's what Gijinka's always did. It was normal! Very....very....normal....

"Augh...my back...hurts mama..." Maverick, the other human who took up the janitor job at the lab. "...When are the big people coming back?"

Big people...That made her chuckle a bit before sighing. "...I can't read a clock, Maver, darling..." she mumbled.

"...Oh right...sorry mama..." The black haired boy muttered, looking away. Maverick was very very young. 9...? She wasn't sure. Maverick started working at the lab recently. He managed to convince the professor to work here and then...now he's staying with her. Maverick was like a son to her... "we're getting punished aren't we...if they see us, mama...oh god... thinking about it scares me, mama!"

"Maverick. You go down. I'll take the blame," she said.

"What!? No, mama!!"

She glares at Maverick. He needed to go down. She doesn't want him to get hurt. He is the future and she isn't. "You go down. I...I am fine... And I'd rather you don't get hurt," she smiled. "Go to the basement, okay bud?"

Maverick sighed, before nodding solemnly. He took his mop and other janitorial items and slowly took off to the basement, the place where she and Maverick lived.

The basement was...okay. Do able. Liveable. Not as bad as living underneath a bridge for sure. Although...she disliked that there was too much mold...and that there was nothing to do down there. Maverick and she couldn't read the old books nor could they write. (Well mainly boring for her. Maverick had found a notebook and started drawing in it.) So it was just staring at the dark moldy ceiling...

"What are you doing here?" A cold, dark voice demanded. It was him. The boss. Professor Augustine Sycamore.

Augustine was a looker to her. He had soft skin, yet it was mature and worked. He was muscular and had beautiful curly black hair. But... Augustine was a Gijinka. A Garchomp Gijinka. They were known for being vicious and cruel.

Augustine's sharp eyes pierced through her soul and she quickly bowed her head to not anger the older man. The professor's tail swished back and fourth, his claws gleaming in the bright florescent lights as he glared at the pathetic and inferior human.