[ON HOLD] [BOOK 3 - Female Yandere Lopunny] 'Til Death Do Us Part

Part 1 | In Your Arms

Right before your very eyes, that precious Buneary appeared weak and fragile, soon to lose its life. A premature death, one you did not wish to see.

After everything you had been through, you'd grown nerves of steel. Watching this unfold brought back deja vu — sick, twisted memories.

The hyenas prance around the little Pokémon, eyeballing it. They lick their lips and sniff at its soft brown body, every now and again bending their necks to wrap their maw around the tufts of cream fluff lining the rabbit's coat. She swats at them needlessly while cowering beneath their ravenous glares. It's almost as if the pack is laughing at how their food is helplessly fending for its life, barely able to keep from whimpering and crying as death comes ever closer.

You don't watch it any longer. You step out into the forest clearing and make a dive right for the little Buneary. She gasps as she is swept up into your arms, and her hungry assailants now tail you too close behind. You go running down the path, not daring to look back because you know the hyenas are awfully close — maybe even close enough to go biting at your ankles to tear you down.

A quick glance over your shoulder earns you a bout of fear too hard to swallow, the hyenas now way too close for comfort. They howl at you, their jaws snapping wildly toward your legs but thankfully missing with every strike.

You grit your teeth and pick up the pace, hugging the Buneary tight to your chest. She instinctively clings to you for safety, burying herself deep in your shirt. She closes her beady little eyes, shutting away the sight of her attackers completely. It's a shame she can't shut away the sound of their gravelly, vicious snarls; the sound haunts her tender heart.

You feel one of the hyenas manage to get its teeth around your calf. You stifle a shout as it tears deep into your flesh, pulling up and away till the blood is already seeping through a sharp wound.

With all your might, you stop, pivot, and raise your leg into the air. It swings like the deadliest of blades, nailing the bloody-mouthed hyena in the side of the face. The hit makes the canine whimper loudly in pain and go flopping to the side, whereas the number of other hyenas press on. One even tries hopping up on its hind legs to snatch the Buneary out of your arms, but you resist, holding the Pokémon out of reach from the hungry thing.

At the same time, you kick this hyena too, right in the side of its body. It yelps and stumbles backwards, creating distance between you and the pack. Now you're standing off against another three hyenas; they all look up at you in awe and wonder, trying to decide if they should keep on trying to bring you and the Buneary down. You stand in silence, waiting for them to make their decision. Whatever they decide, you will fight for this Buneary's life.

The baby bunny's crying is the only noise filling the air now. She sobs into your chest, shaking, vibrating with unbridled fear. You can't even hear your own rapid breathing. Your body has kicked into fight or flight mode, your senses overwhelmed, your face covered in sweat because today could have been your day to die.

But after a moment of glaring at you, the hyenas back off. Their tails waggle impatiently in the air as they exchange quiet messages among one another and then vanish back into the deep of the woods.

Only now does your fight or flight reflexes cool down. You're still sweating but you can breathe properly at least. You take a second to calm yourself, then look down at the Buneary you've been cradling in your arms.

So sweet. So pure. So innocent.

Unlike her unholy predecessor.

Staring at her quivering body, you think back to the situation you're in. In a way, you were given the opportunity to travel back to this point in time, like the world's clock was rewound for your sake only.

It feels odd, playing God. But it was only possible through the power of this world's deity, Arceus, anyway — so is it that bad? You don't know. You're still lost.

All you know is that you have one last chance to stop Lopunny from becoming a bloodthirsty lover, one who thrives on both the power of the Gods and some other phantom ability. Hopefully you'll find your answers.

For now, raising this Buneary to be significantly different from her predecessor is your top priority. So you start simple by stroking her soft head, running your fingers through her fluffy fur.

She lifts her head from your chest and meets your eyes. Her lips are still quivering badly.

"I got you now," you tell her. "You're safe."

The Buneary looks around. She realizes the hyenas are gone and she's safely held in your arms. The feeling is foreign to her. She was expecting today to be her last day to live, but it was not. Tasting the life she almost lost before you miraculously showed up, Buneary manages the smallest smile as she peers into your eyes, hers brimming with gratitude and awe, like she's never seen such a heroic person before. She's never felt so safe in anyone's arms before because she has not had the chance to share a moment of comfort like this with anyone else.

After all, shortly after being born from an egg, this Buneary lost her family to the same hyenas you just fought off.

Buneary rests her forehead underneath your chin, snuggling up to you. She's so warm. To think she could have been reduced to nothing but a cold, lifeless corpse. You're so relieved.

You can start over. You can fix whatever went wrong. You can stop this Pokémon from becoming a murderer who only killed for your love.

Reignited by a sense of purpose and opportunity, you carry your new partner back home.

The whole way there, she can't take her eyes off of you. Isn't that sweet?