A/N: Here, I got bored and made a second shot for the Ekans!Harry chapter. Next update on this fic will feature Harry as a different Pokemon, just fyi! Thanks for all the suggestions everyone!

Also, if you haven't already read it, my friend the black shinobi took my Ekans!Harry chapter and turned it into an amazing fic called Hissy Fit: Indigo League which has a sequel already and everything! Please go check it out and support them! ^-^

Hissy Fit 2

Harry sighed as he was called out of his PokeBall alongside Pikachu for a Team Battle. He had decided, after spending time with the charismatic duo, that travelling with Ash Ketchum on his Journey would be an interesting thing to do.

It took barely a week for him to realize that the boy was absolutely hopeless when it came to staying out of trouble or tactical thinking.

Take now, for example.

"...That is a Ground-Type Pokemon," Harry pointed out, expression completely deadpan as he stared at his opponent, a yellow-and-brown Pokemon which looked like the mix between an armadillo and a mole.

"Yeah, that's Sandslash!" Pikachu announced, nodding determinedly as he stood across from a Charmeleon. Harry eyed his opponent silently for a second, before sighing heavily and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his tail, closing his eyes for a second.

"Ash does realize that Poison-Type Pokemon, like myself, are weak to Ground-Types, doesn't he?" He asked mildly.

"...Er..." Pikachu pinned his ears back and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, making Harry slump a little bit and sigh again. The things he dealt with since he joined these two, seriously.

"Let's go, Pikachu, Ekans!" Ash called, turning his hat around and glaring determinedly across the battleground at the older teenager (Some lanky boy with green hair and a lip piercing wearing brown and tan clothes). "We can do this!" Harry shared a long look with his battle partner, taking in Pikachu's sheepish, pleading eyes, and sighed yet again.

"I'm too old for this," he muttered, but he straightened up from his exasperated slump, focusing his sharp green eyes on his opponent. "Let's do this, kiddo," he announced, tightening his muscles and preparing to give his all into this fight.

He always did his best when the odds were against him, after all.

"Pikachu, use Quick Attack!" Ash ordered. "Ekans, hit him with your strongest Bite!"

"Got it!" Pikachu agreed, zipping forward in a rapid zigzag. Ekans lunged after him in silence, watching Sandslash as it flexed its massive fore-claws at him threateningly.

"Charmeleon, use Ember on Pikachu!" The Trainer shouted. "Sandslash, use Fury Swipes!"

"Roger," the Sandslash trilled, voice masculine and thrumming with pleaue, flexing his claws so that the light glinted off the sharp tips. Harry narrowed his eyes, teeth tingling with with build-up of his upcoming Bite.

Again, the things he does for his young Trainer...

The next few minutes were filled with movement, Sandslash lunging across the space between them and lashing out at Harry, a gleam of red energy edging his already dangerous claws. The speed of the swipes left faint, red after-images in the air. Harry was forced to contort and twist rapidly, avoiding the majority of the attacks as best as he could, patiently waiting for an opening. He vaguely heard Ash yelling his name in worry when he was just a bit too slow to dodge and a jagged cut split the skin of his temple, blood splattering.

However, the injury was worth it, as he was able to duck under Sandslash's arm and slink his white-gleaming fangs into the Ground-Types shoulder, making him cry out in pain and instinctively backhand Harry, tearing the bite wound as the Ekans was forced away. Rolling with the momentum, Harry coiled rapidly back into place directly across from him opponent again.

"Are you okay, Ekans?" Ash asked him worriedly. Harry simply nodded, blinking blood from his eye silently as he remained focused on his opponent. "Alright then! Next, use Gunk Shot, okay?" Harry nodded and swayed upward, hissing wordlessly at his enemy, before lunging forward.

"Sandslash, use Dig!" The other Trainer shouted; nodding sharply, the Ground-Type did just that, rapidly burrowing underground. That didn't stop Harry, however. He simply ducked his head into the newly-created opening and released his Gunk Shot. Immediately, horrible smelling, yellow-green refuse erupted from his mouth and shot down the hole in a disgusting, slimy slide, burbling around the edges where it had splashed back out. Harry didn't blink, but the other Trainer gagged when the wind brought a whiff of the Attack towards him, covering his mouth with a shudder. No doubt his Pokemon would be having a much stronger reaction, trapped underground without any fresh air.

As if summoned by the thought, the ground nearby exploded outward, and the gagging, distinctly green-faced Sandslash slumped halfway out of the earth, claws covering his mouth as he gagged, splattered heavily with the disgusting attack.

"Finish him all with another Bite, Ekans!" Ash shouted, and Harry was more than willing to oblige, lunging forward and sinking his gleaming fangs into the other Pokemon's uninjured shoulder, making him cry out, inadvertently breathing in a fresh lungful of the horrible smell that coated him. With a choking grown, Sandslash passed out, and was quickly recalled by his Trainer.

Harry didn't have time to appreciate the fact that he had just won against a Pokemon who was, by its very Nature, supposed to be able to beat him nine times out of ten. At that very moment, Pikachu cried out in pain, as Charmeleon stopped listening to his shouting Trainer and sent a Flamethrower at the Electric-Type, glaring furiously as he lunged after the stunned and burned Pokemon.

"Pikachu!" Ash shouted, but Harry was already moving. Without hesitation, he used Coil to wrap himself around his younger Battle Partner, grimacing as sharp claws dug into his exposed sides before fire erupted around them as Charmeleon fired another Flamethrower. Harry ducked his head, using his own body to protect Pikachu, ignoring the pain that was surrounding him. In the shadows of his Coil, he took in the damage done to his young friend, eyeing the burns as Pikachu cringed and whimpered quietly. Something hard and cold flashed through Harry's eyes as he soundlessly hissed, slowly raising his head as the heat of the Fire-Attack finally abated.

"You little brat," he hissed, slowly rising up to his full height, glaring furiously down at the panting, glaring Charmeleon. That cold fury rose higher and higher as Harry glared, a shining white light beginning to pour from his scales. "You're going to regret getting out of your PokeBall," he snarled, the light growing almost blindingly bright as his whole body shifted and grew, changing as the light gleamed.

When it finally dissipated, what seemed like minutes later but was actually only seconds after it began, Harry flared his new hood harshly, hissing as he towered over the Fire-Type Pokemon, the snarling face on his hood seeming to add to his already intimidating figure, the scars and gouges all over his body helping the image along. Charmeleon rapidly backpedaled, but was too slow as the newly evolved Arbok lunged forward, mouth opening wide as a much more powerful Bite made his fangs all but glow.

The cry Charmeleon gave went unnoticed as Harry sank his teeth into the Pokemon, reared up, and shook him like a dog, before throwing him harshly into the dirt, knocking him unconscious. His Trainer quickly recalled his disobedient Pokemon, gulping under the wrathful glower of the larger-than-usual Arbok, which was saying something as the average Arbok is usually a little over eleven feet long. Harry's new form, however, was a good few inches over fifteen, and thickly muscled as well, which brought his many scars into harsh relief.

"Are you okay, Pikachu?" Ash asked worriedly from behind him, and Harry twitched his tail as he felt his Trainer gently pull the badly burned Pokemon from his lower coils, his green eyes remaining locked on the other Trainer, who awkwardly pulled out his wallet and, shifting uncomfortably under the Arbok's gaze, offered a small wad of bills towards Ash.

"Good fight," the boy muttered, as Ash uncertainly accepted the money, looking confused. "That, uh, should be enough for a couple of Burn Heals and such, for, you know," he gestured first at Pikachu, and then at Harry, who had large swaths of painful, swollen blisters. Ash's face cleared and he offered a warm smile.

"Thanks! And good job, that was a good battle," he told the other, shoving the bills into a pocket before offering his hand.

"Er, yeah," the other smiled unhappily as Harry shifted, muscles tensing and relaxing in both pain and mild aggression. The Trainer gulped and quickly pulled away, all but running away. "Bye!" He shouted, disappearing into the distance quickly, making Harry snort in distaste.

"Are you okay, Arbok?" Ash asked worriedly, lifting his free hand up to rest it tentatively on Harry's muzzle.

"Arrrrbok," Harry churred, nudging against his Trainers palm, which patted him before reaching for his PokeBall.

"You did great, Arbok," Ash told him affectionately, tapping his PokeBall on Harry's nose. As he was returned to what he'd found amounted to a pocket-dimension set to the best of conditions for his species, Harry curled up in the artificial grass and hissed softly in pain. The next time he would be let out, it would be to be healed, he knew, and so he could relax and enjoy his now much larger and more efficient form.

Being a Pokemon wasn't so bad, he acknowledged as he closed his eyes and let the adrenaline finally leave his body.

It wasn't so bad at all...

A/N: And end. This is the end of the Ekans/Arbok!Harry Arc. Next chapter is a different Pokemon.

Now, to answer a couple of questions you may have about this specific chapter!

Why a Charmeleon, you ask? Because, as seen in the Anime and by what I've seen, this specific Pokemon is the "Moody Teenager" of the Pokemon World...

And, in all honesty, Charmeleon always made me think of Uchiha Sasuke from Naruto. Obsessed with being stronger and fire and not taking orders and FIRE.

So, yeah! Charmeleon.

As for his Trainer, that's just a random, no-name OC... Who I may name and use in WPI:R but meh, maybe not! ^-^

Anyways, see you next chapter!