Bunneary's POV
"Hey! There you are Pikachu! Everyone's been looking for you! You can't just disappear in the middle of training!" I said angrily. Pikachu was just sitting there with his annoying smug smile… He turned to face me.
"Don't get yer hair in a twist." He said smirking. My heart skipped a beat as I blushed furiously. He was so hot….
"All right, all right, I'll go back now…" He said sighing, flicking his long blonde hair out of his face. He stood up. Two things poked out from his hair…
"Oh my god, Pik! Your ears are back again!" I exclaimed. His grey eyes opened wide.
"Again?!"
"We'll never fit in with the humans…" I sighed sadly.
Three years ago, one of team rocket's plans went horribly wrong. The planned on dumping a homemade sedative on top of our group of friends from their hot air balloon in an effort to steal pikachu, but it was poorly made and had severe repercussions on all of us. As a result, Dawn, Ash, Brock, Gary Oak and team rocket were all killed. The chemicals poisoned their blood stream, and left them sick in hospital for months before they died. All of the pokemon out at the time were turned into half human, half pokemon mutants. Professor Oak and May, who both lost people they loved, were able to save us. We can never turn completely pokemon again, but stay in human form. However lately, parts of our bodies have been turning back pokemon. Aipon turned completely back into a pokemon last week, but it was only a matter of days before he went insane and died.
Pikachu and I were both running back to Professor Oak's lab at an incredible speed. I glanced at Pikachu. He was running slower than normal for a pikachu. He now had ears and a tail. If we didn't get back soon…
"Pikachu! Let me carry you. Your going to slow, and I can run much faster, being a bunneary and all." He normally hated that I was faster than him, but he was too exhausted and in too much pain at the transformation back into a pikachu to care. He nodded, and I gently scooped him up into my arms. He was heavy and much taller than me, but pokemon/human mutants have a better physical capability than any other species.
I ran as fast as I could through the tall grass, past startled wild pokemon and through Pallet Town until I came to the professor's lab.
"Get Oak!" I yelled at the nearest worker. They ran off to get him, spurred by the urgency in my voice.
I took Pikachu to a medical examining room, and placed him down gently in the sick bed. He was already unconscious and had a high fever. I reached behind a framed photo of Gary on the wall to find a safe.
"Three…Four… Six two." I mumbled spinning the dial. I reached in and grabbed a hypodermic needle then closed the safe. I pulled the plastic bag around it off with my teeth, then yanked the cap off and plunged it into Pikachu's arm. It was a special injection Professor Oak made that acted as a pain killer and slowed the transformation into pokemon.
The professor finally arrived at the door panting, with two nurse Joys behind him. He took one glance a Pikachu.
"You've given him the injection? Good. Nurses, get him into to a hospital bed and into the operating room now. I'll probably have to remove the virus from his stomach again- it may have latched on to an organ…"
I don't remember much after they wheeled him off, training and then running with Pikachu had left me exhausted ad I had passed out.
I was woken up by a very tearful May.
