"I won't suffer, be broken, get tired, or wasted, surrender to nothing, or give up what I, started and stopped it, from end to beginning, a new day is coming, and I am finally free" - 30 Seconds to Mars "Attack"

4 When Pokemon Attack

Pikachu's face was screwed up in a feral sneer, his cheeks sparking with fury as he glared at me. "PIKA!" he screamed.

I stared in confusion. Why had he attacked me?

Suddenly, the Lapras that had been swimming so calmly a moment before dove beneath the water with angry splashes. I watched their dark forms speed under the water towards the boat. The Wingulls above changed direction; now they were going straight down to us.

"Pikachu!" I cried, terrified. My Pokemon was powerful, and I knew it.

"Ash, are you okay?" Misty called, her brow furrowed with worry.

Pikachu turned on her, a low growl escaping his throat as sparks danced on his cheeks. Misty took a step back in fear.

Two people sprinted past me, yelping in terror. A Meowth raced after them on all fours, cussing them out furiously. I narrowed my eyes. Why was the Meowth cussing? Or speaking in human tongue, for that matter?

I was taken out of my momentary reverie when the Wingulls' mighty screeches pierced the air, and my friends and I were under attack. Their sharp little beaks pecked at my hair and face. I waved my arms, trying to scare them off, but they only attacked more fiercely. "Pikachu!" I called. "Thunderbolt them!"

Through the flurry of feathers, I saw the mouse sit back on its haunches and turn away in defiance. My jaw dropped in shock, but I had to close it again before I started eating feathers.

I heard the girls scream. My pokeballs quivered on my belt, their contents threatening to break free. The boat started rocking as the Lapras rocketed into the starboard side. Somewhere behind me, the captain was yelling for everyone to stay calm.

Splashes told me that people were jumping. I sprinted away from the onslaught of birds and dove under a deck chair. In the distance the Pokemon of the sea were leaping out of the water, firing attacks at the boat. A table went sliding across the deck as the boat tipped, and rammed into my deck chair. My legs were squished when the legs of the table hit, as was my chest when it tipped over onto the chair.

I coughed and winced out of pain. When I opened my eyes, there was a very angry yellow face staring at me between the plastic of the deck chair. I could hear the buzzing of electricity as Pikachu charged, preparing to shock me.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped.

The Wingulls looked around in confusion before flying off. The boat stopped tipping as the Lapras swam away happily. Pikachu's cheeks ceased to spark, and his expression became confused. "Pika?" he asked.

I gaped at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I cried, shoving the chair and him off of me. He went flying with an upset "Cha!" and leapt away, running straight to Misty.

"My hair!" Dawn moaned, pulling at the disastrous blue locks. "Look at my hair!"

"I'd rather not," Drew replied, earning himself a slap.

Max was stumbling around blindly. "May?" he asked pitifully. "Have you seen my glasses?"

"Right here," May said. She placed them lovingly on his face and smoothed his rumpled hair. "It looks like they got cracked."

The young boy sniffed softly, his eyes filling with tears. "I can't see, May!" he wailed.

"Join the club," muttered Brock. Misty walloped him with her mallet.

"Maybe if you opened your eyes a bit more, there wouldn't be a club," May snapped.

"What on earth happened?" Misty asked. She looked down fearfully at the sobbing Pikachu at her feet.

I picked myself up off the deck. "I don't know," I murmured. Hesitantly I reached out for Pikachu, but he jumped away in fright. "Aw, c'mon, I'm not the one trying to hurt you!"

"Yeah, you attacked me, remember?" Misty told him.

The little yellow mouse looked up at her sadly, and he mumbled an apology. "I don't think he knew what he was doing," I said in awe.

"Well of course he didn't!" cried a very indignant voice.

We all looked up to see a young woman on the deck above us, her hands on her curvy hips and a very angry expression on her heart-shaped face. She wore a black shirt that exposed her midriff, and incredibly short shorts. A bracelet took up a huge portion of her tan wrist. Brock was instantly smitten. "Wah, what's your name, pretty lady?" he babbled. His eyes were starry and only for the woman above us.

She gave a generous flip of her long white blond hair with a perfectly manicured hand. The girl leapt over the railing like a gymnast and fell to the ground, landing in a graceful crouch.

Drew gaped. "Ninja," he said softly. I had to agree.

"It's Yata," she said superiorly. "And you guys don't look like you have a clue as to what happened just a moment ago."

Misty folded her arms. She looked positively furious. "Well, if you're so smart then please, enlighten us."

Yata looked ominously at Oupavos, her eyes judging. "It was Yacaeli," she stated.

Brock took her slender hand the way a man would take their lover's before he was about to propose. "Absolutely!" he agreed, and her serious expression became one of disgust. "Listen, gorgeous, are you free for dinner tonight? Because I think that someone as glorious as you would be humble enough to grace me with their presence for an evening. Whaddaya say?"

Misty took Brock by the ear as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. "Ignore him," she told Yata. "He doesn't get out much, as you can see," much to Brock's ignored protest.

"So why did Pikachu and all the other Pokemon go crazy?" I asked. Pikachu drooped at my words.

Yata went back to her over-serious staring at Oupavos. "Yacaeli is angry," she claimed. "Her emotions affect the Pokemon."

"She's angry?" I repeated. "Why?"

The look Yata gave me did Misty's you-are-so-dense look utter justice. I half-expected her to whip out a mallet and start pounding on me. "How should I know, bonehead?" she answered.

I hunched over, dejected.

Misty jumped to my defense. "He is not a bonehead," she retorted, causing Yata to jump. "Why don't you leave him alone?"

Yata smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize the retard had a girlfriend," she said with a glint in her golden eyes.

To my surprise, Misty blushed feverishly. "I—he, I mean, we're not—ACK! He's not a retard and I'm not his girlfriend!" she stuttered. She whirled around with her arms crossed stubbornly across her chest, muttering something about hating the world and how Yata deserved a whack with the mallet.

"So, Yata," May began, trying to erase the awkwardness. I was still blushing and Misty was still muttering. "That's an interesting name. What does it mean?"

"Cat," she said. "I was named for Yacaeli."

Drew snorted, and May shot him a glare. "All of a sudden your interested in name meanings, huh? 'Flowers'," he mocked.

May stuck her nose in the air. "FYI 'May' actually comes from the name Mary, and means bitter heart."

"Don't I know it," Drew sniggered.

The two continued to bicker, and I did my best to ignore them. Max was still sobbing softly, staring blindly at the broken glasses in his hands. "Hey," I said quietly, crouching down to his height. "It'll be alright."

"No it won't," he replied pitifully. "I can't see anything!"

"What do you mean, you can't see anything?" I asked gently. I picked his glasses up and held them to my eyes, but doing so gave me a headache. "Oh wow, ouch. You're as blind as a Zubat!" I exclaimed, and he laughed through his tears.

"I know!" he said, grinning. "How will I ever pull Brock away from a pretty girl?"

"Don't worry, Misty will help you with that," I chuckled. With a sad smile I examined the glasses. They were damaged beyond repair. "But… I'm willing to bet there's some sort of shop on Oupavos where we can get you some new goggles."

He let out a real laugh at that. "You really think so?" he sniffled.

I gave him a comforting rub on the shoulder. "Of course," I told him. "We'll do it first thing."

"Thanks Ash!" Max cried happily. The only evidence of the sad boy he was a moment ago were the tear stains on his shirt, and those were drying quickly. He scampered away with Pikachu as his seeing-eye Pokemon, who kept him responsibly away from the edge.

Paul was scowling at me. "Why did you do that?" he asked in a low voice.

"Hm? Do what?" I questioned, confused.

"Help the kid," growled Paul. "You didn't have to even acknowledge him."

I met his glare with a steely gaze. "Yes I did," I snapped. "He was crying, Paul. Usually, if someone's crying, you should try and comfort them. It shows you're not a heartless wretch."

Paul's face went completely venomous, or what I like to call the HATE look (Hideous Asshole That is Egregious). I know its not a very good acronym, but it was that or LOATHING (I actually have two for this one: Lay Off And Take a Hike, Idiotic Neanderthal-ish Goon, or Loser Opposite Anything Time-worthy, Hopeless Idiot that will Never Get anywhere.) HATE was easier to remember.

"I hope that even you are humble enough to help a crying kid," I finished with pride. Paul needed a good telling-off. All I needed was a good shouting match with Misty and my day would be complete.

*AN: Yes, yes, it's a terrible chapter, I know. Almost no questions were answered. I'm going to keep Cinaed's identity a secret until later on. If you really want to know who Cinaed is, look up the meaning of that name. Paul's a total heartless wretch, but we love him anyways. BTW credit for the LOATHING and HATE acrostics goes to BubblyEmo909. Her story has a similar version of that. I made mine as different as I could, and I feel terrible about stealing the idea, but it was too good to pass up. If you're reading this, BubblyEmo909, I hope you're okay with it!!

I'm getting almost 300 hits and I KNOW people are reading, but I guess they're just too lazy to review. A special thank-you to StrawberryIceRose, Gweniveve Skyes, and pokemaster101 for telling me your thoughts on my young story.

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