Bulba awoke one misty morning. He looked around to his teammates- all seemed to be sleeping in their usual spots. Well, all except one. Bulba noticed Ura wasn’t there. It was odd, he thought.
Bulba sniffed the spot where she was. It was still warm- she must not have left there too long ago. He followed her scent to where she was sitting. He tilted his head in confusion when he saw her close to a cliff’s edge.
“Ura? What are you doing here? Are you alright?”
Ura turned around, her usual snarky smirk was turned down into a grimacing scowl.
Bulba took a step back. He wasn’t sure what the matter was but he thought it was best to stay a few paces back from the feline. Again, he spoke.
“Ura, what is wrong?”
“What’s wrong? What’s WRONG?” Ura’s voice grew loud as she ended her sentence; a few Pidgey flew off in the distance.
“Our Trainer has been gone for months now, Bulba. She isn’t coming back.”
“But she’s been gone before! Maybe she’s hurt! She’ll come back I’m s-”
“She’s NEVER coming back Bulba! Why can’t you get that through your thick, fat skull of yours?!” She interrupted.
Bulba lifted his paw and drew his head back in confusion. Ura was usually sassy, but he’d never seen her so angry, so full of spite. What happened to her?
“Ura.. she will come back. We’re fine right now aren’t we? And besides, where will we go? Razor has evolved, and he is fully capable of taking care of us. We just have to stay together.” Bulba tried to speak softly as to not raise her rage any more.
Ura turned around fully now, and walked over to Bulba. Her strides matched those of a stalking panther, her eyes slits and her tail loose. She finally stood in front of him, towering over like a tyrant. Her whiskers twitched as she crinkled her nose back into a threatening hiss.
“Razor? That wind bag of feathers? Oh he can’t save us from anything.” Ura practically spat with venom.
Bulba was getting nervous. The feline was becoming more agitated by the second. But she wouldn’t attack her own teammate, would she? Bulba thought hard.
He’d seen this somewhere before, but where?
Suddenly, it hit him. He’d heard stories of Trainers going missing- abandoning teams or other, and the Pokemon turning feral. But why Ura? She had been so sweet as a Meowth but.. ever since she evolved, it was like she was a whole new-
Bulba was brought back to reality. His face was stinging like fire. He blinked a few times. He began to panic- what had just happened?
He felt the blood trickle into his mouth- his blood. He couldn’t believe it. Ura had attacked him. Bulba was used to fighting Pokemon with his handicap, but could he fight his own friend? He shook his head and readied himself.
“Oh! The small ‘Saur finally realized he’d been hit? Such a slow reaction, tsk tsk. And I thought you were better trained.” She mocked with a sneer.
Bulba lowered his head and growled.
“If you want a fight Ura, you’ll get it. I don’t want to hurt my friend.. But if it’s to protect the rest, then what’s one casualty?” Of course, Bulba was all talk. He more so wanted her to be intimidated so he could gain the upper hand. He didn’t lie- he didn’t want to hurt her. But if there was a chance she was going rouge, he had to protect the rest of his teammates.
Ura was the first to strike. The she-cat yowled and let loose a vicious storm of Power Gem. Bulba did his best to counter with his vines, but ended up getting cut in the process. He closed his eyes and shut off the surrounding sounds. The wind, the yowling, everything. He focused on the heat given off by the Persian. Unfortunately, she was giving off a lot from her rage. Instinct told him to fight, but instead he wanted to try his first tactic- Sweet Scent. He would hope it would bring her back to her senses, and she’d apologize and come home. Come home, at least.
Ura inhaled the scent, but it did nothing. Her gems were missing marks, some more than others. His plan failed.
Bulba whined silently to himself. He could be ruthless, he could kill. He didn’t want to hurt her, he wanted to protect her. But the barrage of attacks kept coming. She wanted a fight- and she’d get one. He Raised his vines and let loose a bellowing war cry. Leaves stormed out from the base of the bulb and formed a straight line toward her. He heard a screech as they hit their mark. He ran over to topple her, but his head hit air. He couldn’t sense her at all! Where was she?
Suddenly, a gleam of ruby eyes shone through the trees. She suddenly appeared in front of Bulba just as quick as she had disappeared. She hit him full force in his side with a horrid Faint Attack.
Bulba tumbled and tumbled- close to the cliff’s edge. How did he not remember that attack? He had to be on the defense- she was a lot faster than he was. He could feel her heat rising- she was coming closer, and at a fast pace. When she was near enough, he slid under her, and raked her soft underbelly with his vines, whipping them as hard as he could. Ura screamed in agony as blood dripped from the open wounds. She heaved as she skidded to a halt. Her eyes glimmered with rage. She opened her mouth and screamed.
“YOU’RE DEAD.” She hissed and attacked him once more, her fangs tearing into his maw. She jammed her claws straight into his eyes, gripping and scratching with her claws.
The sun was shining now, only to disappear from growing clouds. The wind was getting faster now. Gusts threatened to whisk away the drowsy Hoppips near by.
The few rays that poked out from the clouds shone down on Bulba and Ura. Bloos splashed from both, their blood mingling into one. Bulba let out no scream of pain, he was numb. His body sensed he was losing blood, and fast. Adrenaline pumped into his veins as a warning to do anything to survive. That let loose the beast inside. A low growl rumbled in his throat. He seized the ferocious feline and tore her off of him with his vines. The cat spat and clawed at nothing in anger and desperation. Bulba limped to the edge; the wind had now grown fierce. Ura bit his vines, one clean through and fell to the ground. She immediately got up and faced him.
“You’re going to be sorry, Dear. You know, I never truly liked you. I thought it pathetic how you followed me around like, you were a love sick Growlithe. Well, where’s that love now?” She spat at Bulba’s face.
Bulba winced at her words. They pierced him worse than anything. And that exactly what he needed to drive him over the edge. Bulba growled and ran at her. With a mighty roar, he slammed into her side with a crushing Double-edge. The feline screeched as the impact sent her over the edge of the cliff. She didn’t have time to reach for anything to help- she was already half way down.
Bulba’s sides heaved in and out for a few moments. Suddenly, his face muscles relaxed. His ears perked up. What did he just do?
Dear Arceus no..
He scampered over to the edge and peered down.
He saw her lying on the ground, her limp body covered in blood. Oh Arceus.. what had he done? He’d killed his friend, his..
Bulba slumped. Her beautiful fur was covered with scratches and bruises. Her beautiful fur was matted with dirt and blood. But what was worse, was her gem. It was cracked and oozing. The whole site was too much for Bulba to bear. He backed away and fell to a slump and began to cry. He was shaking. He was covered in blood and scratches, and his vines were torn. He heaved as he wept. He’d attacked his friend. He’d killed her. He was a failure.
The sun was covered completely by the clouds, now. The wind blew, carrying unfortunate Hoppips away with it. Thunder rolled in the distance, and rain fell, washing away the blood of the day’s beginning.