Hi everyone! This story is probably only going to be a two-shot, or maybe a three-shot if I drag it out. This was inspired by listening to techno remixes of Pokemon Music on Youtube. Mainly lnfernape's Burned Tower remix. You should go like watch it, and stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

-Tamah

Exorbitant Melody

Aerthusa leaned back in her chair and glanced at her watch. She was expecting a visitor soon. When she had talked to the man on the phone, he had claimed to have a proposition for her. Though she probably- no, definitely wasn't going to be up for it, it still piqued her curiosity. The man who called had claimed to be the heir of the Cooper family, an extremely wealthy real-estate family in Ecruteak.

The door swung open, and the man walked in. He was wearing a stylish suit, and looked very professional. He also had an aura of intimidation, like he was always used to getting his own way. Aerthusa wasn't bothered by that at all, and she motioned for him to sit down.

"Ms. Chambers, I am Euros Cooper. I'm sure you've heard of my family before?" he said in a smooth voice.

"Yes I have, Mr. Cooper. Now, what is this proposition of yours?" Aerthusa said matter-of-factly.

His eyes narrowed at her attitude. Aerthusa smiled inwardly, knowing that he was probably confused at her lack of fear.

"I think that you will not be able to refuse this offer." He said, staring into her eyes. She stared right back, unblinkingly. If it was a staring contest that he wanted, she mused, he had come to the right place. "I wish to buy your nightclub for this much money." He pulled out a slip of paper, and handed it to her.

She glanced at the paper. She examined the value written on the slip. "Now, I need to ask, what would you be doing with this property?" she said.

He glared coldly at her. "I don't need to tell you my business, Ms. Chambers, now please, confirm my offer so I can attend my next appointment."

She handed the paper back to him. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cooper, I will have to decline your offer."

He stood up, indignant. "What is the meaning of this?! I offered you enough to live the rest of your life in comfort, yet you deny me?" Aerthusa noted that his business-like veneer was flaking off.

"I'm sorry, I enjoy owning this business, and would not sell it for any amount of money. Now good day, I wouldn't want for you to be late." She said, and she motioned for the door.

He left, angrily sputtering empty threats. She smiled, and finished her paperwork.

Shiri dressed quickly, and ran outside to meet her carpool. She worked as a DJ in an up-and-coming nightclub called The Brass Tower. She carpooled with three other girls, two of the dancers (not stripper kind of dancers,) named Ember and Nariko, and one of the bartenders, named Aria.

Aria's beat up old blue sedan pulled up, and Shiri got in, and they drove to the Brass Tower.

The head bouncer, a man named Adam, was talking to their boss, a woman named Aerthusa, outside. He nodded, and she went back inside. They got out of the car, and headed over to him.

"Hey Adam," Aria said, "What was the boss talking to you about?"

He rolled his eyes. "Some nut job wanted to buy the place, and she turned him down. Apparently he seemed like the kind of guy to come back."

"I'd turn him down too, this place is like Aerthusa's life." Ember said.

Adam laughed. "Yeah, I've never seen a more dedicated lady than her, that's for sure." He looked in the club. "You ladies better get in there, there's already some people, and you know how bad Elsu is at

DJ-ing."

Shiri laughed. "Yeah, I'd better get in there." She walked in, and like every night, the flashing lights and everything calmed her down and made her smile. The dance floor was almost packed, but the people weren't dancing because there was no music. A lot of the people were at the glittering stainless steel bars that lined the first floor. She looked up at the higher floors, where people would go to be (sort of ) alone. The Brass Tower was five floors tall, and the second floor and higher had most of the floor removed, so when you looked up from the first floor, you could see the very top of the building.

She went to the DJ's "cage," which was an elevated room with glass walls. She could see that one of the bartenders, a man named Elsu, was obviously flipping out. She opened the door and he hugged her out of grateful-ness. "Shiri! Oh thank you!"

She laughed. "Sorry I was late."

He let her go, and smiled. "Nah, it's okay." He left, and headed down to his bar. He waved to her. She waved back, then started doing her thing.

When she was in the zone, she began looking at all of the people in the place. The "cage" was in the right spot to see pretty much the whole first floor of the club. She sighed. Nothing really interesting had been happening that night, just a few people getting blitzed and having to get ousted by Adam and his crew.

After the Last Call, and when Shiri was about to leave, Aerthusa pulled her aside for a minute.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked.

There was a cold feeling in the pit of Shiri's stomach. Was she about to get fired? Her knees were made of jelly as she followed her boss. Aerthusa led Shiri to her office, and motioned for the girl to sit.

"Calm down." Aerthusa said, "You did a good job tonight."

"W-why did you c-call me in h-h-here?" Shiri said, her voice a little wobbly.

"I noticed you tend to be watching the crowd most of the night." Aerthusa said.

Shiri nodded.

"I just want to tell you to be on the lookout. I have received a call tonight that makes me suspicious."

"O-oh." Shiri said, breathing in a sigh of relief. "I thought you were going to f-fire me. . . ."

Aerthusa laughed, but it sounded fake. Shiri noticed the worried look that was on her boss' face, and that disturbed her more than anything. "Who should I look for?"

"I highly doubt he'll do anything himself." she said after awhile. "I'm sure Aria is waiting for you."

Shiri nodded, and left.

"So, Shiri, what did the boss have to tell you?" Nariko said excitedly, "Did you get a raise?"

Shiri shook her head. "No, some guy is creeping her out."

Nariko frowned. "Aerthusa, creeped out? That's kinda worrying." Nariko looked out of the window.

"Didn't Adam say something about that?" Ember said.

"He did, didn't he?" Aria said, staring at the road. She stopped in front of Shiri's apartment building. She said her goodbyes, and got out of the car.

Ignacio was worried. He had gotten a call from his friend that night, telling him that she had wanted to talk. Aerthusa never had just wanted to "talk." He tapped the door, and a tired looking redheaded man appeared. The man surveyed Ignacio's clothes, and snorted. Little wonder, Ignacio thought, he hadn't changed out of his other clothes, which consisted of latex and feathers, bright red and orange feathers that made a headdress and a long boa that wrapped around his body.

"I think you're at the wrong bar buddy. I think you're looking for the Tin Tower, that one's the gay bar, and besides, we're closed."

Ignacio glared. "I'm here to speak to your boss, I'll have you know." He humph-ed. "And I run the Tin Tower."

"Ignacio?" Aerthusa called, "It's alright, Adam, let him in, please."

Adam looked at Ignacio for one last time, and moved aside. He followed Aerthusa to her office.

"What's wrong?" Ignacio said, declining to sit. It wasn't very comfortable to sit in his latex. . . .outfit. "You never call anymore." he accused.

She sighed. "Euros Cooper wants to buy this place."

"You told him no, I'm sure?" Ignacio said.

"Of course." She managed a weak smile. "At first I thought he would just accept it, so I wasn't worried, but now he won't stop calling and threatening me."

"Really? And I'm sure the police won't help at all? Of course not, since the Coopers are so rich they could buy the government." He said, answering his own question.

She shook her head. "What should I do?"

Ignacio placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be just fine, just relax. He's probably just bluffing."

Aerthusa nodded. "I hope so."

So, this is the end of the first part. Excuse any of my mistakes, I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning with my dog snoring on me. . . .