(This is for a friend of mine, I wasn't going to originally write this piece until later in the story, but… Well, I've hit a roadblock at the moment story-wise, and this is the only thing I can think. So… here goes.)

Chapter 3.5 – Team Dissidia needs a leader…

-Dream State, Bruce's P.O.V-

Nobody knows what it's like,

To be the bad man,

To be the sad man,

Behind Blue Eyes…

That song always had a habit of popping into my head. Arceus knows where I heard it, but it was catchy. It described me, to a degree of sorts. Nobody knows my story… And nobody ever will.

I stuck my head up, and for some weird reason, I was back at school. "I thought I left this sex-obsessed dump two years ago…" It was true. Every student seemed to have mating on the brain, hormones at max levels. I stood up, and starting walking, the halls were dead quiet, everyone in their classrooms. "This place… So many-" Suddenly, I turned a corner, and I saw me, making out with a Combusken. "Number 43… Karen…" I felt in my satchel, oddly filled with school stuff, and found that leather bound book, flicking to page 43, and of course, there was her picture right there, along with a small list of what made her happy, what turned her on, and a few other tidbits of information. Staring at that book brought back that sick feeling in my stomach. Every girl in these pages, I had dated. Two-thirds of them I had most likely seen naked. And probably half of them… I had slept with.

I chuckled at myself, I was the world's biggest hypocrite.

Girls here wanted nothing more then a quick fuck, and I was too blind to see it. Too naïve. Every one of these girls in these 50 pages, I had fallen in love with. Either fell in love with, forced against a wall and forcefully fucked by, or wooed me into a bathroom stall, on empty promise of love. Most of the time, it was the latter. It was all recorded, right here. I flicked forward the last few pages, reading every bit of my scrambled writing, remembering how much of a slut I was. How much of a slut this place had made me.

How desperate for love I was.

Then, the last page unfolded before my eyes, as I leaned against the wall, the tears already leaving my eyes. Number 50. Gene. Nicest Pikachu ever, and one of my best friends… And also my first male love…

We had loved eachother so much. We were literal peas in a pod, had the same likes, dislikes, had fun hating on the popular kids, and society in general. Our personalities were exact, all we wanted was for somebody to love us for who we really were, not what was on our outsides, or more like what was outside our crotches. When we realized we had feelings for eachother… We gave into them. And it was great. The moments were so perfect, every touch, every word, every ounce of love, it was true, and it was real. For once, I was happy.

"Y-You saw him w-w-where?" Ranmaru had stopped me in the hall, I was on my way to lunch.

"He was with that new boy… And they were kissing…" I remember Ranmaru had told me he blinked, and I was already almost out of his vision, dashing down the hall and passing a Leafeon leaving the boys bathroom, skidding to a halt right in front of the Pikachu. "No… N-No way…"

"Hello, Bruce." He was in a very serious tone, no regret in his voice at all.

"Why, Gen-Gen… W-Why… What did I do wrong… I made sure to p-please you…" I was already breaking down, falling to my knees.

"Please, please, please, sex seems to be the only thing on your brain. You didn't care for me. You're just like them."

"I'm sorry… Just…"

"Just what, give you a second chance? So you can go break my heart too? That Leafeon, he cares for this-" He pointed to his heart. "And not this." That paw slid down to his waist, pointing downward. "We can still be friends, but we're done." He walked out of that bathroom, Ranmaru following him. This was the typical case, Ranmaru found me after my break-ups, took me to his house, let me cry, and then, I cleaned myself up, and went home. My parents didn't know about my life here, and they never would.

I must have sat in that bathroom for hours, crying, my heart shattered, worse then all the rest put together. Ranmaru said it was only fourty minutes, but I knew he was lying. Once we got to his house, I did something rather odd. I went straight to his father's gym, and went to town on the sack that was his punching bag. "Bruce?" Ranmaru came inside, with a glass of Pecha Berry juice, and a small jug of apple juice, my drink of choice after heartbreaks, balanced on his head. I didn't respond, I just kept wailing on the thing, not being able to control my anger. It was anger. I was pissed beyond belief for once. He left me because he got scared. Broke every single promise, all because he got scared. I giggled softly, as I hit the thing again and again, and damn, did it feel good.

"BRUCE!"

"Huhwhowhatwhere?" I snapped out of my trance, looking down at my bloody knuckles, dripping the crimson liquid down on the floor, the bag stained a little as well. "….We should form a exploration team, Ranmaru."

"Really? But I thought you said, you weren't into fighting." Ranmaru set the tray down, walking over with a first aid kit.

"I'm not. But… We need to get out of here. Leave."

"…Kays. Would we bring Kite too?"

"Yeah. We could take care of each other just fine."

"Time to pack up, Bruce!"

I jotled up, hearing Kitalia's voice from outside, feeling my rather wet cheeks, knowing I had been crying again, it'd be hard to hide. I cleaned myself up the best I could, before looking in that hand mirror. Maybe I had him to thank after all. If it wasn't for him shattering my heart, I never would have gotten the inspiration to get out of Sky Park. –Thank you, Gene.- I closed my eyes, thinking that simple thought, and looking around, Kitalia breaking down her tent, Ranmaru and Wynn running around with Style. I had changed, and this was my new life. A new me. Or at least I hoped…

Nobody knows what it's like…

"Come on, Bruce, come play with us!"

To be the bad man…

To be the sad man…

"Sure!"

Behind blue eyes.

-Fin-

(Once again, I apologize, I'll have Chapter 4 up soon. I just… Needed to write this.)

"I'm sorry, I didn't see you two there…"

"If someone does their best, you respect that!"

"Fine. You're fired."

"Don't worry, Team Dissidia's on the case!"

Chapter 4 : Team Dissidia's first mission?