Chapter 2- Brotherly Love

The date is now July 25, 1990. PikaPal is now decided it is time to take PichuPal to his new home. And at the same time, she could take him to see his brother, whose name she couldn't quite remember. It was around 3:24 pm in the afternoon and the two Pals arrived at the front gate to Pichu's Paradise. Earlier that day, before their departure from home, PikaPal gave PichuPal a blue baseball cap with a red flap. "There, with this hat, I'll be able to identify you when we're in town," PikaPal said when she put the hat on him. After putting it on, she stood and stared at how adorable he looked in it. "Aww...he's done the impossible and gotten even cuter..." she said. PichuPal looked at her oddly, wondering why she was staring at him like that. Back to the present, PikaPal and her adorable son were arriving at the gates. "Hello, miss. I can guess you've come to bring your Pichu to town to stay," said one of the Pichu guards. "Yes," PikaPal replied sadly. "I've brought him to see his brother and maybe see if he can live with him for some time till he's old enough to live on his own." The guards nodded and opened the gate for her to enter. "Just take all day now. And don't worry, we'll keep your son here safe as long as he's in town," said the other guard. PikaPal led PichuPal into town, still holding his paw to make sure he wouldn't wander off. PichuPal looked around curiously as the two of them walked through town. Arriving at the street they were looking for, Hackman, they began towards the address of their intended target.

Meanwhile, at 1337 Hackman Street, PichuPal was getting something ready to eat. He was a little hungry and was making himself a snack. Just then, he heard a knock at his door. "Eh? Who could that be? All my friends are on vacation," he said as he walked into the living room to answer the door. He opened it and much to his surprise, he saw PikaPal standing there with a Pichu wearing a blue baseball cap. "Mom? What are you doing here? And whose the kid?" he said. "Well, son. This is your new brother. He was born in November. I named him PichuPal," PikaPal said. PichuPal the first made a look of disgust. "Wait a minute, PichuPal is MY name, remember?" he said. "It is? I couldn't remember what your name is when I had him," PikaPal replied. "Well, I guess I'll have to change someone's name." PichuPal crossed his arms and nodded. "That's right," he said. "So, I'll change your name to PichuHal," PikaPal said pointing a finger at the 7-year old, hat-less PichuPal. PichuHal looked at her with a look of disbelief. He was speechless. What COULD he say? His name was just given to his younger brother months before, and now that he knew about it, his name was changed. "But...I'm the oldest! I should get to keep my name! Why does he get to have MY name? It was mine first!" he shouted angrily. "Well, not anymore. Your brother is now PichuPal and that's final," PikaPal said. PichuPal, in the meantime, smelled something good in the kitchen. He wandered off, following the scent of the delicious smell. "I want you to let him live here with you until he's old enough to live alone," PikaPal said. "Well, how about this, mother. He can have the whole damn house to himself! Because as of now, I don't live here anymore! I am NOT about to share MY house with him! Since he just stole my name, he may as well steal my house, too! I'm outta here!" PichuHal shouted. He ran upstairs to his room and got some of his more prized possessions, muttering and cursing angrily under his breath. A couple minutes later, he came storming downstairs and ran out the door and down the street. PikaPal stood there and said nothing. She let him run by and run out. She knew his mind was made-up and nothing she could say would change his mind. "Come along, PichuPal. Time to go back home," she sighed. PichuPal heard his name be called and came out from the kitchen with a piece of food in his mouth. She thought he had went to the kitchen. "You sure are a little glutton, aren't you?" she chuckled and smiled. Then, PikaPal grabbed his paw and together they walked back out of the house and down Hackman. She decided she would have to try and break the law. She would keep PichuPal at her house for a while. But to get past the guards, they would have to walk out seperately. By the end of the day, both of them were back at PikaPal's house.

No one ever saw PichuHal after that. PikaPal didn't even remember who he was now. PichuPal never could take off that hat and PikaPal never bothered taking it off. She thought he looked cute in it and he never seemed to try and get it off. PichuPal wasn't sure who that other Pichu was, but he assumed that Pichu got really angry like that because of him, and that changed they way he acted a bit. From then on, he seemed to act a bit more depressed, or sad. He smiled a bit less and didn't try to have fun or stuff as much. This was puzzling to PikaPal, but she thought it may just be a phase. Little did she know that this wasn't just a passing phase, it was a depression. One that would last for what seems like the rest of PichuPal's life.

End of Chapter 2.