Titans; Twilight: No Room For Pity

"... And that's basically what happened."

Darkitsu, after leaving the group, decided that he ought to take Fujitsu's/ his pokemon somewhere where he wouldn't be overhead so he could tell them just what happened to Fujitsu himself so that they would understand and adapt to what might happen in the future. He also took the time to fill them in on what happened during their time inside their pokeballs. Thankfully, they adopted Fujitsu's willingness to listen to something serious.

All inside of a filthy, smelly dumpster where they could barely breath. Not to mention it was cramped in there.

Pichu (who had actually evolved into a Pikachu, but wanted to keep his old name) and Hitmontop's sorrow was clearly etched into their faces as they took in the news, Flurry was saddened since she didn't know Fujitsu as well, but still liked him for how he treated her during the time that he was with her. Delcatty was just also saddened, but was more confused than anything else.

'So... did you see him? At the tree place?' asked Pichu once he could talk again.

Dark shook his head. "It's not like that. See, Fujitsu killed off his mind, not his body, and since we technically merged, it only counts as part of this body's mind dying off. Only when this body dies is when he'll truly die. Besides, I think my own nightmare ability canceled off the illusions created by that place."

'How do you know?' inquired Hitmontop. "Have you seen people die before?"

Darkitsu paused, staring at the pokemon, then sighed. "Yeah, quite a bit, too, actually. 'Failed Experiments' could have been killed off at any time...." Then, surprisingly, he laughed. "You know, it's ironic that, for something that can cause horrid nightmares and sweet dreams, I was afraid for my life back at the facility, even if it was only for a week or two or something."

'Afraid of being killed yourself?' replied Hitmontop.

"Yeah," said Dark, grinning pessimistically. "Luckily I was able to control my powers and provide a lot of it. Without that, I would have ended-" He caught himself. He was dwelling into an area that he didn't like going to.

Shaking his head, he opened the lid to the dumpster and hopped out, the pokemon following suit; they stayed silent because they knew that it wouldn't do anybody any good to push further. They had no idea what he went through, and quite frankly, they didn't want to find out.

It was only a couple of seconds later, however, that they heard a shriek in the back of the alley that they were in. The five of them walked around the dumpster to take a look at the situation. A homeless man was hovering over a little girl, who was curled up on the ground, looking terrified.

"Alrigh, little girlie, you'a gonna giv meh wat ah wan' righ now, or-" The hobo stopped up short. Darkitsu was walking up to them slowly.

"Hey," he said. "You stealing something from her, or are you going to rape her?"

"Watsit to ya, stinkin bika'? 'Cha gonna do 'bout it?" he lamely retorted.

The Aspect shrugged. "Depends. Do the one I hate more, the worse the nightmare's going to be for you."

The hobo turned completely towards him and said, "I ain't 'fraid 'a you. Sic 'em, Ripred." A low hissing sound issued from behind him, and out from beside his legs came a scruffy-looking Raticate.

It lunged forward at Darkitsu, who just crossed his arms. "Hitmontop, use protect. Pichu, use Thunderbolt," he commanded. Ripred crashed into Hitmontop's barrier and took great damage from Pichu's Thunderbolt. It was paralyzed.

The homeless man cursed. "Use Hyper Beam!"

Ripred, despite being paralyzed, was able to charge up energy. Darkitsu told Delcatty to use her own Hyper Beam, and the two attacks exploded on contact with each other, knocking both parties down down. Dust was blowing everywhere.

The hobo coughed as he struggled to get up, but an icy sensation encased his legs. As the dust was clearing, he found out that his legs were glued to the ground with ice. As he looked up, he could see Darkitsu towering over him. His smile was incredibly nasty.

The Aspect waved his hand in front of the hobo's eyes, and he dozed off quickly. "Now, let's see what you're afraid of most...." he muttered.

It didn't take long to find the fear. In seconds, the man was sweating. A couple more he was panting; Darkitsu was grinning mischievously. Half a minute passed and the man was yelling out in horror and pain, with Darkitsu standing above him, laughing his ass off. No matter what happened to him, he would always find this stuff hilarious- it was in his nature.

His pokemon stood in the background, disapproving of his taste of humor and methods, and the little girl was even more afraid than ever.

After a couple of minutes, when the humor had wore down on Darkitsu, he turned to the little girl, who flinched. He saw this and tutted. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to make this easier than the both of us, then?"

He waved his hand in front of her eyes and sung quickly and quietly. She went out like a light bulb. He picked her up and set her on his shoulder.

'Wait, what are you going to do to her?' inquired Flurry suspiciously, taking a small precautionary stance.

"What does it look like? I'm taking her to the doctor to get her arm treated," Dark replied, turning around to show that one of her arms was bleeding from a decent-sized cut in her forearm. It looked like a bite.

He walked towards the group, who lowered their guards. "Come now, you wouldn't think that I would hurt a little girl, would you?" He walked past them.

They didn't say it aloud, but the thing was, yes, they did think that he would hurt her. They didn't have that high of an opinion of him and wouldn't expect any less, and they knew he knew that, so they all kept quiet and followed him to the nearest medical center without another word.

The End

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