[BOOK 2 - Female Yandere Lopunny] She Loves Me Not

Part 7 | Disillusion

"Why didn't you come to me to talk? I could've helped you; you wouldn't have ended up like this." You gaze at all his scars, the products of his overwhelming grief and a broken mind.

Ian shakes his head. "It's not that easy."

"Yes it is! Look at you! Don't tell me all you've been doing for the past few weeks is..."

The boy shrugs, his head still not lifted. His face is shrouded in an angled shadow. "So what if it's true?"

You scowl, walking toward him and reaching out. You grab for his shoulder. "Come on, I'm taking you outsi—"

As soon as the impact comes, you recoil. Ian's hand, quick as lightning, smacks your arm away. The sound of the slap echoes through the house for but a moment, and then you are left to stare at both him and the mark in your skin.

You take a step back, caressing the stinging bruise. Ian finally lifts his head, his eyes darkened by a depressive weight. Bags bigger than the ones on his father color his sockets, almost as dark as the night itself, but most notably ruining his features is a long red slash across his right eye.

It shocks you to see. You take another step back, hearing his hardened voice rock you to your core.

"Don't touch me."

You feel yourself frowning, tears nearly forming in your eyes for fear of how your friend has turned out.

"Ian," you whisper.

"You've caused nothing but suffering for me and my family," Ian says firmly, getting to his feet. "Isabella. Isabella — she was all I had left. My little sister is dead. Because of you."

You take another step back, coming closer to the door.

"That's why I'm here," you stutter. "I want to set things straight. I'm angry too, Ian, your sister was—"

"Too good for you," he growls. "She was the best thing I had growing up. The only thing I cared about. And you... your psychotic rabbit took her away from me." His eyes go dim, his expression burning with so much anger that it's not even visible anymore. It's palpable.

"You can't set anything straight," he adds and his head falls again. "You've already ruined everything." He picks absentmindedly at a scab on his arm.

Your heartbeats start to pain you as the realization that you've lost your only friend sets in. "Ian... please."

"Just get out," he says. You open your mouth to speak again but Ian's voice booms: "Get out before I do something I regret."

"We can't ignore this, Ian," you spout, "we can't ignore Lopunny. If she gets another chance to kill, she will take it."

Ian's silent, a million thoughts spiraling round in his head. You can feel his fear in the air around you, the worries that Lopunny herself instilled with her bare hands. Perhaps Ian wonders if he's next... if Lopunny wants him, too.

"The only way to make sure she doesn't hurt anyone else is to put her down," you state with certainty. "I know she's dangerous, and I know how you feel about me."

Ian looks distant, and yet still so pained as tears threaten to come to his eyes.

"You don't have to trust me, Ian, but I can't let her take another innocent life."

After what feels like forever, Ian nods solemnly. He takes a deep breath and rubs the cuts on his arm. "So. How is this gonna work? I knew that Pokémon was too smart for her own good from the day I laid eyes on her. She won't just let you kill her."

You give him a nod. "I know. We can plan this out. This girl, Aubrey, is supposed to be staying at my house for a while to monitor me. I guess my mom thought I'd need serious mental help or something..."

Ian cracks a smile, which is a little surprising to see. "Emotional support, eh?"

"Shut up. She definitely likes Lopunny, and doesn't know a thing about what she did." You pause. At least, not anymore. "So I was thinking we could use her to drop Lopunny's guard."

"It's worth a shot," Ian says.

You smile confidently at the boy. "I promise, we'll get revenge."

"Revenge on who?"

Your heart skips a beat. Another. You stare at Ian, see the utter horror in his face as he stares at something standing just behind you. A pair of soft, small hands sit on your shoulders, the warmth of a tall body leaning against your back.

You don't even have to turn your head much to see her — Lopunny. Like a phantom, yet again she has appeared out of thin air. The smile on her face spells out terror.

You don't know if Ian can hear her voice, but it's best that he cannot. Regardless, what you do know is that he sees her. And the rage and fear he must feel now is extreme.

Responding to the lack of response, Lopunny starts to pull you out of the room. Briefly you gesture for Ian to follow, and he does despite the situation.

"Lopunny," you say, awestruck.

What Ian hears is Lopunny speaking her own name happily, the way she used to when things were normal.

But you? You hear her real, true voice gliding through your mind, cutting at the edges of your thoughts: "Come now, Master, it's time to go home."