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

Part 2 | I Know You

As soon as you carried the wounded Buneary into your home, the first thing you heard was a bitter snarl that could have rivaled that of the hyenas' if they were still on your trail.

"What is that?"

Your mother's words burn. Not because they're laced with contempt for the unknown and the wild, but because you've heard them once before. Those exact same words. A wave of déjà vu hits you hard in the gut as you turn away from the front door and face your bug-eyed parent. She has her eyes not on you, but rather the Buneary you cradle close to your chest.

"It was going to be eaten," you say calmly. "I had to help it."

"No, you did not have to help that thing." Your mother approaches, staring down the bunny, poised to do something -- but you're not sure what. "It's called the food chain. You could have let nature run its course, but no; you always blow off what I warn you about."

Her eyes are on fire. It's like peering into the soul of one of those vicious hyenas all over again, watching the rage and vile insanity glimmer as bright in their eyes as blood glimmered on their jagged teeth. By instinct you hold the little bunny tighter away from your mother before she can do anything.

"I wasn't going to let it be killed," you argue.

Unfortunately your mom's not having it. "I'm not having this discussion with you again," she hisses, "Pokémon are forbidden in this household and you know it, so take that damned thing back into the woods before I do it for you. It's for your own good."

You know you didn't come all this way just to be stopped by your mother of all people. You've gone through hell and back because of this rabbit. Quitting abruptly is not an option. Reassuring yourself of this fact, you throw your foot down firm into the carpet and look your mother deep in the eyes.

"I'm keeping this Buneary and there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Such a simple thing to say.

Yet in reality, what you're really thinking is I'm not letting this opportunity pass me by. I want my old Lopunny back.

Your mother is flabbergasted, to say the least. She doesn't know whether to glare or to stare on in disbelief, dropping her jaw, or just to walk away and leave you be. She's stuck. You decide against arguing with her any further and take yourself and the Buneary upstairs to your room.

On the way there you glance into the living room and remember what happened there in another life -- the fight between you, Lopunny, and that one girl whose name you can't remember for some reason, but at least you remember her face.

* * *

Now in the safety of your bedroom, you close the door and set the Buneary down on the floor. She looks up at you, taking in the sight of your face because surely she's had enough of your scent. After some staring, she lifts her arms to the air and coos, asking to be picked up again.

It's... adorable.

And so deluded. The more you look down at her shiny beady eyes and pink button nose, the easier it becomes to fear her next form. The memories are hard to wash out. Thoughts of Lopunny constantly assault you, all of which forcing you to imagine the time she was ripped to bloody pieces in front of you, the time she killed Ian's sister, the time she managed to kill Ian himself, as well as his innocent father...

All innocent bystanders.

And now here she is. Reborn, pure, untouched by the urge for bloodshed.

You're stuck deep in thought about what you could possibly do to ensure she doesn't become her old self. The only reason you're here now is to change her into a pure-hearted Pokémon who doesn't kill for you. But you realize that's not going to be the simplest thing to accomplish; you don't know how she got that way in the first place.

Buneary makes another sound, a whine, when you start staring off into space, neglecting her desire to be held again. You snap out of your thoughtful trance and pick her up like you would a newborn baby, cupping her lower half in the palm of your hand and keeping your other hand strapped round her shoulder.

"Bun-bun," she coos, leaning her head into you.

You smile. "It's just you and me now, eh?"

Buneary nods.

"Well, c'mon, I gotta get you to the Pokémon Center before you get worse." You walk to your bed and set her down while you fish through a pile of clothes and pull out a windbreaker. Looking at it, you're not sure it's exactly going to do its job to keep you warm. It's about winter time after all. The time has come to stop wearing thin clothing.

It makes you wonder. Would she be cold? Sure, she has fur and some fluffy fur collars that seem to resemble sheep's wool, but would that really be enough? You don't want her to freeze out there. No matter how much you hate what she might become, you're not trying to kill her...

After a long bit of thinking -- and a lot of adoring stares from Buneary -- you go with the windbreaker and set out for the next town over. Paranoid for your Pokémon, you also decide to carry her inside your coat rather than in your arms.

On the way to the Pokémon Center, Buneary pokes her head and her short arms out of the collar of your coat, relishing in the environment. It hasn't occurred to you that maybe she's never witnessed civilization before. Your memories lead you to believe the only place she has any recollection of is the forest she nearly lost her life in.

She may be interested in her surroundings but this interest does not surpass what she feels for you. Every time she has the chance to look in your direction, her eyes fill up with love and adoration. Every time she buries her nose in your chest and takes in whiffs of your scent, a warm blush covers her face like she's addicted to you.

Every time she holds out her paw, she wishes only for it to grace your body. Nothing and nowhere else.

And so begins a time of sweet bonding, of a resilient connection too solid to break. Time flies, weeks pass, and just like before, Buneary's love for you is completely and utterly unwavering, unchanging... and so very potent you can taste it when you look her way...

Needless to say, she's in love.