[BOOK 1 - Female Yandere Lopunny] Meanie! Dance With Me!

Part II - Broken Barrier

As soon as you walk inside the house with the wounded Pokémon in your arms, the first thing you hear is bitter.

"What is that?"

You blink toward your mother as you shut the door closed behind you. She's stuck in place, body stiffened in a position that tells you she was on her way somewhere before you came in.

"It was being attacked," you say calmly, showing your mother the bite marks and scratches on the Buneary. All the while the little bunny is absorbing her surroundings, quiet but clearly still in pain. "I want to take it to a Pokémon Center."

Your mother scoffs, her lips curving up into a mocking smile. Her face tells you all you need to know: I make the rules and I'll be damned if you think you're not following them.

A sour glare falls over the Buneary. It reminds you of the Mightyena that once pursued the poor Pokémon; a rabid, wild scowl. "Put that thing back outside," your mother demands.

"But—"

Your attempts at persuading her are foiled by a wretched "Now!" that shakes you to your core. It's rare for your mom to be so loud, so in control.

Even the Buneary flinches and hides her face in your chest, whimpering in fright. Poor thing. As if things could not have gotten any worse, now she has to deal with someone other than hungry canines—an evil far greater than the cruelty of the forest.

"You know what I said about Pokémon," your mother adds, "they're nothing but trouble. All they do is kill and get people killed. People like you. People who trust their innocent faces."

The words hurt, not because you think they're true, but because they couldn't be farther from the truth. Your mother has the audacity to shield you from the dangers of Pokémon because she happened to have an accident in her own life.

What kind of logic was that?

You look her firmly in the eye, holding the Buneary tight to your chest, and you tell her, "I'm staying with this Buneary until she gets better and you can't stop me."

The look on your mother's face is beyond you. It's as if her whole world had been shattered by your words and your words alone.

With that, you turn and walk through the door, leaving behind your mother with a now-cold face and the unhinged fear that once separated you from her. Now you're positive there won't be any rules holding you back from doing what you've always set out to do.

On your way to the next town over, the town with a Pokémon Center, you look at the Buneary you're cradling in your arms. A gaze of delight and admiration shines across her eyes, never breaking away from your face. Even her mouth is slightly agape with wonder.

You wonder how long she's been looking at you.

You smile, caressing the top of Buneary's head with your fingers until a soft blush warms up the Pokémon's face.

"It's just you and me now, huh?" you say. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you feel all better. And then, once you're healed, I can let you go. Someplace safe, of course. How's that sound?"

In response, the Buneary presses her head into your chest again. She clings to you the way a child clings to their blankets, warm and gentle.

You're starting to think she really is attached. It seems to you that the Buneary only wants to stay with you.

And so begins a time of bonding, of an unbreakable connection. Time flies, weeks pass... and Buneary's love for you is unchanging.