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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon Best Wishes or Pokémon Black and White. I only own Kurtz and anyone associated with Trip. I'm not making money off of this story either.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon Best Wishes, Pokémon Black and White or Pokémon Colosseum and XD Gale of Darkness. I only own Kurtz, Tio, Tiana, Est and anyone associated with Trip.

Summary: It turns out that Trip wasn't so innocent after all. He remembers what happened on that night and what he did after that. Despite trying to hide it, the pain is starting to resurface and there's no way anyone would forgive him if they find out…

Pairing: Ash/Trip, Cilan/Iris with hints of Cilan/Trip, Blair/Bianca and Blair/N

Spoilers for those that haven't watched Umineko or played arcs 5-8, but mainly spoilers from EP 7 and EP 8. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Chapter 10: First Taste of Blood

He didn't want to remember what happened last week. It was so horrible that he wanted to forget the past, but his uncle wasn't going to let him do that. Seeing the skull made him remember what happened that night.

Trip remembered being in the rose garden. He was screaming for help and for the drunkard bastard to get off of him. He wouldn't listen to him and kept ravishing his body. Trip didn't know what to do when he wouldn't stop. The drunken man tore off the middle portion of the witch outfit out and started to play with his nipples.

"S-Stop!"

"Huh? Where are the boobs? Oh wait, you're flat!"

"N-No! S-Someone help!"

The man was pushing his luck though. He started trailing his slimy tongue across the younger trainer's body and kept ripping the dress, as he got closer to his crotch.

"Dammit…stop! I'm fucking underage!"

"I don't care…"

Trip knew had to do something or he was going to lose his virginity right there. He looked around for a weapon he could use to attack him. With all of his might, he kicked the man in the groin when he let his guard down to rush toward a rose bush. He found something that could be a potential weapon.

"…It's a…"

"Cum back~" The drunk man said in a laughing fit as he walked over toward the dirty blonde in a zombie like state.

Trip knew he wasn't thinking clearly. He just knew that if he were caught, he wouldn't forgive himself. Grabbing the handle of the weapon, he swung it at the man when he got too close. The man did not expect to be hit by a lethal weapon and fell to the ground holding onto his stomach that had a huge wound with blood gushing out. He tried to crawl away but Trip raised the weapon the air and chopped his legs.

"ARGHHHH!"

Trip didn't seem to realize what he was going to do. With the hatchet in his hand he continued to swing down at the man who couldn't defend himself.

Die…die…die…DIE!

With each swing, the man kept choking up blood but it only took a powerful swing to the skull to finish him off. The hatchet got stuck in the skull so when Trip tried to pull it out; he ended up falling over from the sudden weight gain.

Trip managed to snap out of his murderous trance to look at what he done. He instantly felt sick to his stomach as he tried to stand up but couldn't. His legs were wobbly, so when he stood up, he fell back down. He could however crawl to the nearby rose bush and throw up at the realization he just done.

He really was part of the Mephisto family now. A family that was known for training Pokémon trainers on the surface but on the inside, they were hired to kill people for a high price. His grandmother was a professional until old age hit her. She leaves the job to her two daughters. Both are incompetent in their own ways. One simply refuses to take orders from her mother and the other was a pacifist that couldn't hurt a fly. It was his mother that ended up being a good assassin…and it might have passed down to him. The thrill he had when he was killing that man was in his veins…and it scared him.

But what was worse was he needed to get rid of the body before his uncle found out. If Bane found out, he would tell his father, and his father would punish him severely for getting caught instead of being punished for murdering someone…

"It's not my fault…" Trip told himself as he slowly regained his composure. "It's not my fault…I didn't kill him…it was self defense…it was…"

"Lamp…"

Trip shrieked when he heard someone was there and instantly lashed out by using his strength to pull out the hatchet out of the skull and hit whatever was behind him. Fortunately for him, it was only his Lampent. Being a ghost Pokémon, weapons past right through him. Seeing his Pokémon made him relieved before he embraced the ghost. It didn't matter if the flame was burning him slightly; he needed someone or something to hug.

"Lampent…I…"

Lampent put his arms around Trip and didn't say anything. However, he did look at the dead body and knew what must be done. He sheltered Trip from the sight for a couple of more minutes before he slowly released his Trainer and stared at the body. The lamp Pokémon suddenly attacked with inferno and burned the body to a crisp to Trip's horror.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Lampent!"

"…You want me to bury the body…do you?"

His Lampent nodded his head. Now Trip knew that the Litwick species were dangerous and crafty. They would resort to any means to zap the life force out of their trainers. His Lampent was different from the bunch though. It actually liked Trip to the point of not wanting to steal his energy or anyone else. However, he would resort to violent needs if necessary, which was unusual for Pokémon in general.

"…I'm going to need a shovel."

There was a shed in one corner of the garden. His mom left it there with few tools, but if a grass Pokémon were to attend to the garden like they were suppose to, there would be no need to open it. Who knew Trip would have to open it to bury a dead body.

His Lampent trailed behind him when Trip used the hatchet in his hand to knock the door down. Since the shed was old, there was no need to repair it. Quickly, he searched the room for the shovel. It was still on the wall along with the other garden tools.

"I still think it would be easier if I had my Gurdurr with me…but they don't need to be involved in this."

It would take time to dig a big enough hole to hide the body. Trip knew that if he tried to bury the whole body, his uncle would wonder where he went and come look for him…and then there would be more blood spilled onto the roses. Glancing at the hatchet, he knew he had to do one more thing to the body.

"Dammit…Lampent, please look the other way."

His Lampent complied with his trainer's wish. When he looked away, Trip raised the hatchet again and slashed the drunkard man's hand off. He was feeling sick to his stomach again but he knew he had to do this. Slowly, he cut the man into smaller pieces so it would be easier to bury him. This included doing the left side of the arm first and then focusing on the right. He then slowly sliced the right foot off before working up toward the pelvis before switching to the left leg.

A normal kid wouldn't have the power to swing the hatchet with full force. Trip was different though. Weapons like these were surprisingly light, but that might have to do with dealing with heavy labor in the past. The hatchet easily cracked the bones.

The only parts he had to cut off from the fried corpse now were the head, and the body. He decapitated the head where it was connected to the neck. Since the body was burned, it was easier to do so but still a very gruesome sight. At this point, Trip didn't want to cut the body up anymore…

When he turned around, his eyes widened in horror upon seeing that his Lampent left to go get his Gurdurr. Explaining the situation in the Pokémon language, Gurdurr decided to help Trip. His trainer didn't know that it knew dig, but the fighting Pokémon dug a huge hole that was at least six feet deep. This would be good enough to just throw the body parts in easily. Slowly, he dragged the body parts because Trip was growing weary and threw them into the pit. There were at least ten parts to toss away like it was trash, but that's what Trip thought of this man when he killed. This man was scum that was willing to let his penis do the talking and rape a kid that looked similar to the woman he wanted to screw. He deserved death.

"Gurdurr, can you cover it up for me?" Trip asked his fighting Pokémon.

His Gurdurr obeyed as he put his steel beam down to quickly undo the hole that he dug. In a few minutes timed the hole was covered up again but it was kind of obvious that someone dug there. Trip could argue that he was teaching his Gurdurr a new technique if anyone asked and leave it at that.

"Thank you…I don't know what to do without you guys…"

"Lamp~"

"Gurdurr…"

His Gurdurr didn't seem too happy with the deed that Trip did but his Lampent was cheerful in contrast to the disapproving look that his Gurdurr gave him.

Trip needed to decide what to do now. The dress was ruined so he wouldn't be able to put it back where it belonged without someone asking if they looked through the drawer. The only thing he could do was to burn the evidence of this event happening. Quickly, he rushed back to the room he started in to change back into his normal clothes. This is what he should have done from the beginning instead of trying to cosplay as a witch.

"What do I do now…?" He asked himself. He looked up to see his Pokémon near the window.

He froze when he heard the footsteps of his uncle upstairs. He started to tremble at the realization that his uncle was looking for him. He didn't have time to watch the blood off of his hands yet. If his uncle saw him now, he'll turn him into his father…

"I can't allow that to happen…" Trip muttered to himself as he clenched his fist. "I'll kill them all before they get me…"

His Gurdurr feared the worse while his Lampent supported what violent action Trip planned next. He quickly left to the kitchen.

Bane was yelling at Trip asking for more beer. He was already drunk but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't think for himself. He needed more beer though after the rough night he had. While he bragged about ambushing a boy in Orre that was messing with Cipher for a long time and nabbing most of his Pokémon, it didn't change the fact that it was difficult to even catch him off guard, but that was the point of Cipher hiring him to do the job because they didn't want to get their hands dirty and they just disbanded because he defeated them easily like with what that rebel did years ago. Boys like him needed to know his place.

"I'm right here old man…" He heard Trip down the stairs. He sounded quieter for a reason but he didn't take notice.

"There you are, you little shit! Hurry up and bring back our beer!"

"Coming…"

Bane slowly strolled back up the stairs as he waited for his nephew to come up the stairs with the beer in his hand. Bane was an impatient person so he waited by the door swearing at his nephew to hurry up. Trip took his time as he walked up to the stairs. His uncle forced him back into the room where the other six guys were. They demanded more beer for their victory and they were going to get it.

Trip served them like he always did but he added something to the drink that these fools wouldn't figure out until it was too late. Trip just stood by the door and watched them drink. In a matter of minutes, half of them collapsed to the floor while the others started choking. Bane couldn't breathe. His vision was getting blurry. He tried to crawl over to his nephew but his strength left him fast.

"You little…"

Before Bane collapsed, Trip had a sinister smile that was similar to his mom's…that of a bloody killer.

Bane woke up just in time for hell to begin. He found himself in a dungeon chained to the wall along with four of his friends. One them was chained to a table, the other had a rope around his neck that was slowly being hoisted up into the air. Bane saw his nephew slowly pulling it up while having a knife in his hand.

"What the fuck…?"

"Oh, you're awake old man. I thought you were never going to wake up."

"You son of a…what did you do?"

"Just put some sleeping pills into your beer. If you put a lot of them in there, it will act like poison. You should know that better than anyone."

Bane wasn't scared of this brat who was telling him that the beer was spiked. He was worried that the kid might actually kill him like his mother tried to do and what his grandmother would do if she ever saw his ugly face at the temple.

"What are you going to do to us?" He asked already knowing the answer.

"What does it look like old man? I can't let you do what you want in this mansion anymore. If I kill you now, then my mom will love me again."

"That's a bunch of-"

Trip looked up at the man he was hanging. He was running out of air fast but that was just fine.

"Tell me, do you ever wonder why my mother hated scum like you?"

"T…a…ts…uh…"

The man couldn't speak. He was wheezing now and if Trip tightened the rope anymore, he would be dead. The man screeched as he felt a knife being jabbed into his back. The scream woke up some of Bane's friends as they realized in horror the situation they were put in.

"She hates people like you because she hates people ganging up on the weak…even though she too hated the weak."

"Argh…uh…"

Trip had multiple knives at his disposal. Using two more knives, he stabbed the man in the back. The three knives formed an unusual triangle that left blood rushing out of the body. The man was as pale as a zombie but he was still breathing.

"You don't die easily? Okay then…"

Trip didn't know what was going through his mind when he decided to hoist the rope up completely tightening around the man's neck making him suffocate. It went from simply kill them before they killed you to thinking that maybe if he killed them like the assassin she was, then she would come back for him. The recent idea was very farfetched though because she didn't care about him at all. However, taking the life of people that were taking advantage of him relieved him of the pain temporary, and before he lost that motive, he needed to get rid of them now.

"Oh…he's dead." He said it so easily that it scared him a little on the inside. Turning to the man on the table who was awake now and struggling to break free from his binds, Trip went over to him. Near the table was a box of huge nails and a hammer. These items weren't as lethal as knives but Trip knew how to make them work.

"Hey mister, let's play a game~" He began in a rather playful tone, closing his eyes when he said that. "If you win, I'll release you and everyone else…K?"

When he opened his eyes, the man couldn't help but scream. This man was boring him already if he was already in this panicked state. To be fair, the man saw Trip's gray eyes gleaming with a demonic look he had never seen before.

"The theme is Umineko. Answer five questions at least to win. If you mess up seven times though, you are dead. This should be easy if you love mother so much~"

"Idiot! He won't get it!" Bane shouted at his nephew.

"First question: Who is the main antagonist of Umineko?"

"What?"

"You have a minute to answer."

Trip started to twirl his hammer around while the man had no idea what the answer was.

"Andrew, come on! It's not that hard!"

"Shut up old man." Trip interrupted directing his glare at him. "If you say the answer, he already loses. Now, answer the question."

"I-I don't know! Honestly!"

"Pathetic…"

Andrew screamed when Trip aligned one of the nails he had in his hands onto the man's legs and started hammering away. The photographer had strength that he like to hide so hammering through the bone did not take long at all. The man screeched in pain as he struggled to break free. The other men watching knew it was painful but could do nothing.

"ARGGHHHHHHH!"

Trip sighed when he finished putting the nail to the point where the tip could be seen on the other side of the leg. He looked at Andrew and grinned.

"The answer was Bernkastel, the cruelest witch in the world. Second question: Which character is my mom voice acting?"

This was an easy one and everyone knew this.

"She…uh…plays Rosa Ushiromiya."

"Very good. See? You can play when you put your mind to it. Third question: Kinzo was already dead at the start of the game. True or false?"

"F…False….ARGHHH!"

Trip already started hammering his other leg with another nail from the toolbox. It was apparent that even if Andrew escaped this game alive, he wasn't going to get very far. Annoyed that another easy question was blown off, he hammered harder into the femur. He heard a crack somewhere along the third pound.

"It was obviously true if you paid attention to arc four. Fourth question: What was the name of the toy that Rosa gave Maria on her birthday?"

Andrew was already sweating buckets. He couldn't feel his legs anymore at this point of time because Trip hit a nerve that stopped the blood from circulating to that portion of the body. For his sanity, he needed to win.

"Saku…taro…"

"Can't here you." Trip said in a mocking tone as he got a third nail out just to scare him.

"IT'S SAKUTARO!"

Again, Trip smiled that this guy knew some things.

"Good…fifth question: How many stakes are there that serve under Lady Beatrice."

"Seven…urgh…"

"That was probably the easiest one, but now it gets harder from here."

It was true; Trip gave all the easy ones out. If he got one more right, Andrew would win the game…but whenever Trip played this game with the girls (Paige and the twins), he always won in the end because they didn't know enough about the series.

"For the sixth question, can you name the original names of the stakes in the original timeline?"

The wording of the question was weird but all Trip was asking was the names of the seven sins in the human world and not the magic world.

"Wait…what?"

"…Waiting…"

In the end, he ended up giving the names of the sins in the magic world. Trip instantly took the third nail and hammered on the carpal of the left hand causing the man to scream in agony again.

"You're stupid…I asked for their human names. They are Runon, Renon, Sanon, Benon, Manon, Berune, and Asune. These names are obtained by adding 音 at the end of their name. This also applies to Shannon and Kanon as well."

"How was he suppose to know that you brat?"

"If you guys really loved mother, you should know these questions about the series she has dedicated her role to. Seventh question: What is Yasu's gender and why?"

"I don't even know…who Yasu…is…urgh…ARGGHHHH!"

His right hand was now easily destroyed with the nail that went through his carpals.

"If you just said I don't know, that would have been the correct answer. Yasu is ambiguous at best, but I personally think Yasu is a man based on Kinzo's personality and how when Natsuhi asked the servant to throw the poor child off the cliff, the child talked about how it lost an important portion on their body. You'll lose that section they lost if you don't get this question right."

"But…urgh…it hurts…"

"Question eight, How many people are on Rokkenjima?"

"Seventeen!" He answered quickly and that would be the biggest mistake of his life.

Trip should have felt sorry for the guy when he started nailing the ball sack. Now his friends were turning away not wanting to understand the pain that Trip was putting him through. His mom would be proud of him that there would be one less guy that couldn't have babies anymore.

"I pity the fool who thinks that."

"But there are seventeen people you brat!" Bane shouted as he was intending to punch the living shit out of his nephew.

"Old man…how many pieces are on a chessboard?"

"…Thirty-two."

"And how many pieces do the players get?"

"Sixteen…!"

"Which leads to the ninth question: If there are sixteen people on the island, who is the person that does not belong?"

Andrew couldn't talk anymore. Foam was forming from his mouth as he was trying his best to move. His family jewels were destroyed…there was nothing left to live for. Trip gave him a full minute to answer but he knew this man wouldn't be able to talk anymore. Trip moved to the man's stomach as he started hammering that section. Blood was gushing all over the place now, but the young trainer didn't care. This man was so close to winning but he was throwing his life away now.

"The answer…is Kanon. Final question: Who is the killer?"

If the man stayed calm the entire time, he could have gotten where the questions were going starting from the fifth question they all became connected. The man tried to move his hand but he couldn't. The game was over. Trip moved the final nail to the man's face and hammered it into the middle. There was no way he could survive this.

"It is inferred that the killer is Shannon." Trip answered himself. "If you put the information together starting from the fifth arc and then realizing in the seventh arc that by using the Shkannon theory, you can solve the four main arcs along with the fifth arc as well as giving you a major hint on how the sixth arc could play out, you have won the game against the author."

Andrew would not hear the explanation. He was deader than dead with all the nails imbued into his body. This is probably what Shion would have done to Keiichi if she didn't spare him in the underground torture chamber. He could see where she got the thrill from…however…

"YOU MONSTER!" Bane screamed at the top of his lungs. "NO WONDER YOUR MOTHER WON'T ACCEPT YOU AS HER SON! YOU'RE A COLD BLOODED KILLER THAT WANTS TO RUIN THE LIVES OF EVERYONE AROUND YOU! SHE WON'T FORGIVE YOU…EVER!"

His uncle's words hurt, but he ended up snapping out of his bloody trance. When he did, he looked down at the body he just ruined and gasped softly to himself. Slowly, he got off the body and slowly backed away.

"What…have I done…"

Trip was thrown back into the present time when his uncle punched him in the face. He remembered staring at the skull for a while and getting lost in thought. He couldn't hide it anymore though. He killed three people and his uncle managed to propose a deal with him in order to get him out of the situation he through himself in. All he had to do was find the key that opened that door and Bane and his friends would hide the bodies for him and let him off the hook for murder. That was the plan originally, but Trip forced those gruesome images to the back of his mind to prevent having a breakdown at the realization that he killed people. Bane didn't take this well and started to rush him. Now, he wanted that key, but Trip didn't have the key he needed, therefore, he planned on stealing Trip's Pokémon and shipping them to Orre where Cipher would do terrible things to them. He didn't want that at all.

"It looks like you finally know what you have done you monster." Bane mocked. "And now you're going to pay for what you have done."

Trip was put in the same situation he put Andrew in. He wondered if his uncle would nail needles into him like he was shown to do. Bane and his men had better ideas though.

"You know, I was thinking instead of punishing you, I would send Cipher members to kill your friends." Bane began with an evil grin. "No matter what I do to you, I don't think you will understand how much deep shit you're in unless I go after them…and I think the one with the Pikachu should die first."

"Not Ash!" Trip ended up shouting.

His friends all gave a nasty chuckle. Bane stared hard at his nephew before approaching him.

"There is hope though." He said as he lifted the young trainer's chin up. "If you don't want your precious Ash or your other friends harmed in any way, you'll do what I say, and I mean everything I say."

He started to tremble. There was no way out of this. He fucked himself over the minute he decided to let his uncle and the rest of his friends go. If only he just finished them off instead of regaining his conscious and having a mental breakdown for killing then…

"If I obey you…will Ash…his friends…and my Pokémon be spared?" He asked, his voice very shaky.

Bane smirked. "Of course, but that depends on how much you'll do for me, now will you."

Trip nearly yelped when he felt his uncle's other hand reaching underneath his shirt. Pulling away wasn't an option though. If he was planning this then…

"…I'll do it…"

"Hmm?"

"I'll do it! Just leave everyone out of this you sick bastard!"

Two of Bane's friends could be heard high fiving in the background as the third was preparing his video camera for the main event that was going to happen tonight.

Bane smirked in triumph at Trip submitting to his will.

"Excellent, then we have a deal."

Me: TBC with 6154 words.

Li: Very gruesome murders.

Me: I can imagine a censored version in my head, but it was apparently gory…and I kind of fail biology forever…but in anime, biology and gore don't apply. But if you couldn't survive this, then you're not ready for the When They Cry series. Speaking of that series…

1. I spoiled the series for everyone who hasn't watched Umineko but I warned you! If you put the information together from all eight arcs, it makes sense.

2. When Trip is asking about the voice actor, I'm implying that if Maddalen were an actual character in Pokémon, Ami Koshimizu would voice her and that is the woman who voices Rosa in Umineko…and for those who don't know, I made Maddalen very similar to Rosa in terms of personality.

3. Where does Team Rocket fit into this? Well…shortly after the deal was made, Team Rocket knocked on the door and asked Trip to stay and be sheltered from the rain and hide from the police. Since Trip at the beginning needed the key because he was in panic, he allowed them to work on the door. As the days went on, Trip forced himself to forget hence why he started not caring about the door as he did at the beginning and James being very suspicious about his attitude.

Edit: Only grammar issues and fixing certain things concerning Higurashi/Umineko.
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