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Piplup POV:

The atmosphere was so thick with tension it could be cut with a knife. Pikachu stood a few yards back, raw anger visible across his face. Buneary stood near him as well, looking rather nervous and unsure of what to do.

I hopped up off Oshawott and looked at Pikachu, not feeling intimidated in the slightest.

"What does it look like we're doing?" I calmly asked. "I thought that was obvious."

"Not with you being on top" Buneary quietly commented. I felt my face heat up, knowing exactly what she meant.

"Buneary!" I exclaimed. I grumbled to myself; this was definitely the wrong time for that. I did not need the images it conjured, even though I kind of liked them.

"Zip it, both of you!" Pikachu demanded. I was shocked; did he really just tell his girl to zip it?!

"Hey, don't talk to them that way!" Oshawott said, sounding very irritated.

"What in Arceus' name is wrong with you, Pikachu?" I joined, completely bewildered.

"You broke the deal; I don't have to say anything!" he responded angrily.

"Did you seriously think we'd believe you'd say anything?" Oshawott asked, and I nodded my head in agreement. "Come on, Pikachu. We're not that stupid, and neither are you."

"Shut it, Clown-face" Pikachu growled, clenching his paws into fists.

I glanced at Oshawott, wondering how he'd react to the name he hated. He was looking down, clearly upset. My heart hurt seeing him so upset.

That feeling quickly changed to anger; Pikachu knew better than to call him Clown-face! He had told me himself on Onix Island how much it hurt Oshawott. How dare he hurt him like that!

"You shut it, Peeky!" I yelled, firing a Bubblebeam at him. The attack hit the unprepared mouse hard, flinging him into the air and crashing back-first onto the ground. He got up slowly, shaking his head and growling.

"How dare you!" Pikachu seethed. He leapt up in the air, his tail turning silver as he used Iron Tail. He let out a yell as gravity pulled him back down, swinging his hardened tail at me. I jumped to my right, avoiding the attack as the ground cracked from the forceful impact. "Just do as I say!"

"I'll do whatever I want!" I yelled back. I fired another Bubblebeam back at him, to which he easily dodged. "You can't dictate what I choose to do! You're not my mom!" I watched him charge a yellow ball of electricity on his tail, crackling intensely.

"Obviously she hates you!" he yelled, launching the yellow orb at me. My eyes narrowed as I jumped aside again, avoiding the Electro Ball. "I bet that's why you can't talk about her; you don't have a mother!" I growled, grinding my beak together. After everything I'd been through in the past few days, my emotions were more wound up than a Tangrowth.

"My Mom loves me more than anything in this world" I hissed. "And how dare you bring her up!"

"I'll do whatever I want!" he retorted, attempting to use my own words against me. "And you brought her up, not me!" Well, that was true. But still, how dare he talk about her! He jumped straight up into the air, electricity surrounding him as he charged a Thunderbolt.

I smirked, knowing he was about to get quite the shock. My flippers turning silver as I readied a Steel Wing.

He launched the Thunderbolt, the powerful attack roaring through the air as it approached me. I stretched out my silver flipper, attracting the electric bolt to the conductive metal.

Immediately I realized how much stronger Pikachu was compared to Emolga. Her Discharge paled in comparison to the strength of Pikachu's Thunderbolt. I grunted in strain as the powerful electricity jumped around my metallic flippers, spreading my feathers in random directions. Yet it did not overwhelm me, and I was quickly gaining control.

Pikachu landed on the ground below, staring at me with wide eyes. He had no idea I knew Steel Wing, or that I could do this.

I gave him a dark smirk; this was going to hurt him. Hopefully just as much as he did to me.

I thrust my other silvery flipper at him, just like Mom had taught me. Sure enough, the Thunderbolt shot off me, racing back at him. I saw his eyes widen further before the attack exploded in his face, a cloud of dark smoke surrounding him.

"PIKAAA!" he screamed pain, much to my pleasure. The smoke dissipated, letting me see him flying backwards and smashing harshly into the trunk of a large tree behind him. I watched as he slid off, landing face-first on the ground below.

I smirked, smoke flowing from the tip of my extended silver flipper. I returned them to my sides, the Steel Wing quickly fading. He deserved every bit of that. How dare he try to take away my otter!

"I told you I wasn't afraid of you, Pikachu" I stated calmly as I sauntered up to him. "Now leave me and my love life alone."

"I hate you" he groaned, sitting up and glaring at me. "You worthless, unwanted runt!"

The whole world seemed to freeze. My eyes widened, that horrible name repeating over and over in my head. My eyes became clouded with unshed tears, the painful memories flooding back to my mind. Memories of abuse, belittling, and just struggling to survive. Memories of the one I hated the most.

"Runt."

Dread shot up my spine hearing that voice. I blinked away the tears and saw it was no longer Pikachu in front of me. Instead, I saw my brother, sneering up at me. I felt my blood boil at the mere sight of him. Rage flowed through my veins as all the suffering he caused flooded my system. Everything began to turn bloody red.

"I'll kill you, brother!" I yelled, venom spraying from every syllable. I blasted him with a hydro pump, firing it as hard as I possibly could. He was forcefully blasted backwards, slamming into the trunk of the tree. I immediately jumped at him, my flippers hardening with Steel Wing. I landed on top of him and immediately started slashing him with my flippers. I only saw red now, my rage was so great. I wasn't even sure if I was hitting him anymore, or if it was the tree.

"Piplup!"

I paused mid-swing; the voice sounded familiar, like I should know it. The red faded from my vision and I turned my head to the source of the voice.

Dawn.

She was standing next to Ash near the villa, her mouth open in shock.

I looked down below me, only to see Pikachu, not my brother, looking up at me in both pain and horror. Many red gashes bled across his chest, several looking rather deep.

I looked back at the others, seeing their different expressions. Dawn looked both shocked and horrified. Ash looked confused and apprehensive to act. Buneary was looking down at the ground, not knowing what to do. And Oshawott, he looked surprised. No doubt at my rageful acts.

A fresh wave of tears began to form in my eyes as I realized how much I had lost control of myself.

But there was no way Dawn, or anyone else, could understand why I lost it. They couldn't understand the torture I went through, the pain I felt every day. They wouldn't know how it messed up my mind, or how it made me see myself as nothing more than putrid dirt.

"A useless runt, an embarrassment to all Pokémon."

I needed to escape this situation; it was too much to handle. I turned and started running towards the nearby forest, tears streaming out of my eyes.

"Piplup, wait!" I heard Dawn yell, hoping I would come back. But there was no way I could; not after what I had done.

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