The Fall of a Champion
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Pokémon.
Chapter 1
"Pi, pi, PIKACHU!"
The yellow rodent screamed out as he activated the electric red pouches on his cheeks threateningly. He refused to leave, and he didn't know if he ever will.
The older woman just sighed sadly at her son's defeated looking Pokémon. Sympathy showed through her auburn eyes as she stared at the emotional creature. Delia just turned around slowly and left in the direction of her home, tears forever flowing freely down her ageless face.
She knew that when her little boy left on his journey that he was bound to run into some sort of trouble or another, but how had it gotten this bad, without her even knowing her little boy was in trouble?
He didn't want to worry her is what she would guess. That boy never told her anything! But how could she be furious with her only son? But now there is no one, he's gone. What now? What will she do?
Accept it, of course. But how?
She unknowingly slammed her front door angrily behind her, hoping that Ash's Pokémon had some sense or whatever to deal with this.
They will probably be on the verge of traumatized and depressed.
Pikachu slowly calmed down, barely regretting his actions, I mean, who would blame him anyway? He didn't like to act out like that, and he would never deliberately hurt someone he loved like that, he only just felt that this was how it was supposed to be.
He refused to give up, even now that there was nothing left for him. There was no hope either; it was already too late. Nothing can be done now.
Pikachu didn't know what to do. He didn't even know how the hell he was supposed to do anything! He knew that he would have never given up, even now when it didn't even matter anymore.
He couldn't believe it even happened himself, even when he was looking at Ash's lifeless body as it had all happened just before.
He was angry, outraged at how this was even possible to have happened. He was then angered by his trainer, his so-called best friend. Well, how could his best friend leave him behind like this? He let them all down! Why would he do this to them? To him?
Pikachu's anger was soon covered up with guilt and regret from his past thought, and then quickly replaced with self-loathing. It was his entire fault. How could he let that happen to his master, his best friend in the whole world? He had failed to protect him when he needed him most.
Pikachu would never forgive himself.
It really wasn't his fault, he knew that, but it couldn't stop his emotional rampage and turmoil building up inside him.
Whatever. It already happened. Can't change it now. It's in the past. Pikachu just had to accept it, or he would never move on. But how could he in the first place? His purpose in life was over, it was gone. But he couldn't believe that. He had to survive, if only for him. For Ash.
Pikachu only kept his blank stare on nothing, his emotionless face just there, having already used up his seemingly endless tears.
It was over, all over.
The depressed yellow rodent only sighed as he curled up on his master's grave, ready to stay there forever; ready to follow him soon.
Rain silently started to fall over Pallet Town.
AN: Flames Accepted.
This is only the beginning of this tragic story. More sad drabbles about the fallen champion will come...
Really, how sad is this?