When the Sun Swims Away -- PikaBun

by Brightna

Pikachu is a Pokemon living on the streets of an island village secluded from the mainland by a wall of mist. Buneary is a wild Forest Pokemon, knowing nothing about civilization. When Buneary is caught by an island Trainer, the two begin to fall in love. But Buneary is not happy here. Pikachu has a choice: keep her, causing her pain, or help her escape and break his own heart.

1. Chapter 1 -- Glimpse

Well, this is Bright and here goes my first ever fanfic. ouo Hope you enjoy c: If you don't like the ship, feel free to leave right now and save yourself the pain ;3 I plan to make most of the chapters longer than this. lD

The slight yellow Electric type Pokemon wandered along the beach aimlessly. The water lapped against his heels, but he paid it no mind, even seeming to enjoy the cool sensation distantly from whatever daydream he was lost in. After looking back at the narrow, rocky path he had descended to get here, he turned and made as if to plunge into the waves. As he did so, the wind blew one of his long, yellow ears into his face. As he raised a paw to brush it away, he saw her out of the corner of his eye.

A brown speck, windswept at the top of the cliff, gazing down at him. As he squinted against the bright, glaring sun, he could make her out more clearly- she was a Buneary, of the kind that one of the Trainers in his village kept. However, this Buneary was different- even from this distance, he could see the wild glint in her eyes. The way she stood against the wind, striking a brave pose, didn't put him in mind of the lollopping brown bunnies he saw in the arms of female Trainers once in a while.
You're a village Pokemon, he reminded himself. Don't go messing around with those wild Foresters. Tearing his eyes away from the cliff, he struck out to sea, heading towards the island where he made his home.
He could have sworn those piercing eyes were following him as he disappeared into the wall of mist that shielded his island from view of the mainland. But he didn't dare turn around to check. The wind was blowing stronger now- he glanced around in alarm as the waves intensified in height and the sun fled away, to be replaced stunningly quickly by menacing storm clouds.
Better hurry, he thought anxiously, and redoubled the pace of his strokes, plunging and dipping with the waves. If you had been, say, a brown Rabbit Pokemon with uncommonly good eyesight, and if you had just happened to be on the top of a high cliff near the beach, it may have seemed to you as if a small yellow sun were being swallowed by waves of darkness.