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The Luxray sat patiently in the police cruiser. The officers, whose occupation was bent on keeping the world a safer and just place, feasted on a box of glazed donuts and coffee. The entire car smelled of cocoa beans, strawberry frosting and the musk of two grown male Pokemon, on duty yet off the job.
His chin fell onto his paw. Raidon cotted in the backseat of the vehicle, with his back lazily against one of the doors. Silent, save for some quiet conversation, was the four-door cruiser. Through the windows, the bright lights of a gas station illuminated the leather seats. He rolled his eyes and huffed, finally beginning to talk out loud for the first time in about two hours.
"Hey…? Officers?" croaked the Luxray. A cough had been lingering in his throat from not talking enough. He met eyes with Sergeant Mothim, the Metagross that actually didn't look much like a Mothim at all, through the rear-view mirror. "I know you're doing your job and all - a-and I appreciate it - but don't we have to be rushing or something?"
The psychic and steel type chuckled, rolling his eyes. Raidon was confused as to how the Pokemon could laugh without owning a mouth.
"Mmm, I love glazed. Anyway, ya see, kid, we're the professionals here. We've been in these hostage situations many-a-time." retorted the casual police officer. "We can tell when somebody's bluffin'."
The teen's ears fell back flat against the top of his head. "But… What if they aren't bluffing…?"
One of the two Doduo heads reared to peer back at him, sneering as they sipped on their hot beverage.
"Hey, just chill out, kid. We're doing the best we can."
The Doduo then faced forward, placing another bit of a donut inside of his mouth. It hit the Luxray with such distaste, like a dynamic punch to the chin. It wasn't like he could do much about it, though.
While the pair of police officers preyed on their pastime portions, Raidon played with the remnants of a rubber band that he discovered in the backseat. He later regretted it as the rubber gave him one across the cheek after he had tested it's elasticity. The material dropped from his paws, bouncing off the seat without a sound before or after.
Lifelessly, the band of stretchiness lay flat after proving a painful point. Oddly enough, he could empathise with the abandoned office apparatus. Well, not with how stretchy it was, but rather, with it's limp posture. On the inside, Raidon felt like mush. It hadn't even been that long, yet he was sure that it was his own girlfriend that had landed into trouble. Must be a him thing.
This is depressing. I hate waiting around like this. Something has to be done!
His eyes fell on the upholders of the law, currently over welcoming their break opportunities.
Don't think I'll get very far with these guys.
A shiny silver glint caught his attention. Sitting on the plastic interior door frame, a chrome handle beckoned him. Only a slight pull was necessary, to get him out of this chain box.
I probably shouldn't do that… Right?
*tick… tick… tick…*
Triples of clicks clucked from a forgotten wristwatch on the dashboard of the car. The sun had already set hours ago. He knew he was running out of time.
I mean, these guys are professional, eh? I won't have to pester them. I… I should take my mind off things.
Raidon hastily took out his phone, and glared at the bright screen that he was certainly not prepared for. Several notifications appeared on his phone, pertaining to missed phone calls from his own mother. The Luxray felt the life drain from his face.
Crud! I didn't even get these notifications!
He had tried to call her back, but the line would always go to voicemail. Arceus made sure that it just wasn't made to be. Raidon puffed, albeit accepting the hard truth. The phone slid back into his fur, and he resumed sitting on his hind legs.
It was getting late. Heavy rain patterns drizzled the rusting metal exteriors. Moonlight shone through the slightly tinted windows of the vehicle. The Luxray hadn't even noticed that the celestial body had made its way into the tempestial skies above, let alone part a couple of the clouds. His head turned worriedly to the Pokemon now behind the steering wheel. How the heck can a Metagross drive a car anyway?
"Mmm. 'Dis donut right 'ere? Perfection, I tell ya." commented one of the Doduo heads. Raidon forgot which one was which, so he had labelled them 'Doduo number one' and 'Doduo number two'.
"You're telling me. I didn't even eat it, and I feel stuffed!" replied the other Doduo head. This was Doduo number 2 speaking. Raidon was certain because it had a recognisable bald patch on the back of it's head.
Wait a second… Do Doduos share the same stomach?
"You said it, boys." the Metagross sighed, comfortably leaning back in the driver's seat with a full stomach. "Would be better if we didn't 'ave this shitty radio, though. Dumb thing doesn't even work."
"We'll ehh… Fix it after we're done."
"Fair enough, Vade. Hey, quick question about you two, how do you guys-"
"No, Sarge. We aren't going to talk about have we have sex."
"C'mon, it's just da two of us, eh? Now, what was your size again…?" said the Sergeant, taking a look at the traffic accumulated behind their place in the line to top up on fuel. However, his eyes came face-to-face with Raidon's gleaming beauties in the rear-view mirror. The psychic and steel type flinched. "Woah! What's this kid doing in the cruiser?!"
The Doduo turned around to meet an equally confused Luxray in the backseat. "Uhhh… Kid? You lost or something?"
Scratching his head, Raidon looked back and forth cumbrously. "Are you guys talking to me?"
"Wait, Mothim! Das' duh kid wit' duh kidnappin' problem!"
"Oh…"
It would appear to look like a conversation between three people to any bystander. On the other hand, Raidon felt like the side character to his own life.
"Wait, hang on…! Vade! Dave! We gotta get going ta stop dat kidnapper!" exclaimed the Metagross, careening back and forth in his seat, rocking the vehicle back and forth. Raidon struggled just to stay in his seat. He regretted undermining the use of seatbelts.
"Shoot!" Officer Dave bellowed, downing his latte and throwing it out of the window, becoming the exact thing his occupation swore to detain. "Slipped my mind! Why didn't you say anything, Vade?!"
Officer Vade scrunched his beak in disgust of being blamed. "Don't you dare blame me, Skitty! Step awn it, Mothim!"
The police siren went on, and so did the engine. Raidon was launched into a world of confusion - as well as immediate g-forces - as Sergeant Mothim "stepped on it". With what exactly? With his mind, of course. Shooting off from a standstill, the cruiser exited the gas station and merged onto the motorway, as the Luxray strived just to survive in the backseat. Safety didn't seem to be a priority to these policemen.
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Surprisingly, it had only taken half an hour to reach the rainy docks off the Eastern coast of the flooded city. The roads were a few fish short of a flowing river. You know the smell of rain hitting a grassy field? The entire car began to smell like that.
"Ehhh… so, ehh…" murmured Officer Dave, looking back and forth while trying to speak over the wailing police siren. "'Dis is the place… You sure it's on the docks, Sergeant?"
"Ey. Don't pin dis awn me. The kid was the one that told me it was on the docks."
Rocketing up, Raidon's ears threatened to hit the ceiling. "W-Wait, me?! But you were the one who sai-"
"Shhh, kid. I'm the one in charge here. See this badge?" Sergeant Mothim goaded. Raidon peered forward so his rear was still in his seat, but his head hovered above the gearbox.
"Umm… No?"
"That's how in charge I am! I don't even have to wear one!"
Doduos Vade and Dave chimed in sync. "Woah… Das pretty cool, Sarge."
"You know it, dude."
Raidon fell back in his seat in sheer exasperation. He had no words for what he just saw. Come to think of it, was this guy even a real Sergeant? Now, he was just getting worried, as if he didn't have enough on his plate already. Wouldn't be the first time he got into a vehicle with a stranger.
The three (or four? I dunno how much Doduos count) travelled across the road lining the docks. Five minutes tasted like an hour for the hungry and excitement-starved Luxray. His eyes wandered a pier, that stuck it's legs out deeper into the restless ocean the more it stretched outland. A black figure caught his attention, lurking in the showery night like an abandoned member of a family that didn't belong.
"Hey… I think I see someone over there?"
Doduo number 1 had turned around once Raidon piped up again, eyebrows raised in interest. "Oh yeah? Whad'ya see, kiddo?"
"Uhh…" Raidon inched closer to the window, but backed up a little once he had bumped his nose against the window. "I don't… I can't tell what kind of Pokemon it is."
One of the Doduo heads grabbed a handgun from beneath the seat, gripping the handle in a talon. This one could've been the one with the bald spot, but it was too dark to tell. "Welp, Sarge? I think we found our perp."
"Aw yeah." moaned the Metagross, such that Raidon found it weirdly erotic. "Haven't had to use one in awhile."
Scratching the itch behind his ear, the Luxray in the back seat cleared his throat. "Um, not to blow your bubbles or anything, but shouldn't you like… Identify who it is first? At least, that's what happens in those cop shows."
Sergeant Mothim scoffed gruffily. "C'mon, kid. This ain't make believe. This is real life. Shoot first, never ask questions until the court case pops up. Especially if it's a Shiny."
"Uhh… What?"
The Doduo and the Metagross turned to each other, and shook their heads. Maybe it had just come too early for the electric type.
"Ehh… Forget about it, kid. Ya can't stay in here, though, so stick close wit' us, and don't say a word. Got it?"
No matter what the Steel and Psychic type said about Shinies, Raidon knew that his safety rested on the shoulders of the two officers that once forgot about his existence. Hence, he nodded, and stepped out of the car along with Officer Dave/Vade, and Sergeant Metagross.
The first thing he felt was the individual drops of water falling from the sky and elbow dropping his back each point of contact. He could've sworn it was hail at this point. His paws were submerged in the flowing river that once was probably a vibrant sidewalk. He looked to his left.
"Far out…" the teen murmured, watching a tidal wave crash onto the undeserving shore before him, booming with a noise akin to thunder.
"Damn, this rain feels like ass." commented Sergeant Mothim, tucking in his legs to levitate off the ground. A handgun - controlled by telekinesis - floated before him. "Keep quiet, 'n' follow me."
The steel-legged police-Pokemon led the way down the street, and crossed onto the pier. Raidon followed closely behind the Doduo who were also in tow.
Wind threatened to knock the electric type off his very feet. Rain pushed him to his very limits. His only driving force was the will to see to the end, the fate of his girlfriend.
"'Ave you got a visual on uhh… Dat ting over there?"
"Yeah, I see 'er."
"It's a her? Dat ting looks bigger then me!"
"Dunno. Might be as big as your cawk, but you'd never tell me because yous are too scared about your fragile masculinity."
"Sarge; We. Are. At. WORK!"
"Alright, alright, I get it. Sheesh."
It was a cumbersome situation to be in. Raidon thought that the dynamic between these two was a real head scratcher. Regardless, he continued to follow closely behind the authorities of the law.
As they traversed the pier, Raidon could make out some things in the dim light. His heart rate grew upon seeing the many tents and stalls, overturned and riddled with bullet holes. Sidling past an overturned table, the Luxray's front paw knocked against something metal. He looked down to identify it.
An empty magazine.
What the heck happened here? Where's Anais in all of this? She better not have wound up dead…
"Hey! Hey you over there!" called out Officer Vade, diverting Raidon's attention from the gun piece. "This is the police! Put your hands in the air, and make no sudden movements!"
The silhouette, who was much closer now - perhaps thirty to forty metres away - lay on their rear, putting up their front two paws.
"My paws are up; I am unarmed, however, I require immediate first aid!" called back the figure, in a voice Raidon thought he recognised very well. It'd be far too late to be making assumptions now, though.
Police-'Mon Dave/Vade sheathed his pistol, and traded it for a, which was promptly switched on and aimed at the target.
"...Holy shit."
Nothing in the entirety of Raidon's imagination could've prepared him for what he had seen. For one, a dead Flygon, lying on his stomach. Their lower half frozen in ice, while their head had a knife handle sticking out where the frontal lobe should've been. A mixture of blood, water and cerebral fluids pooled down and around their chin.
His eyes shifted to a Zoroark he also couldn't identify, this time lying on their back. He would've labelled them just as dead if it wasn't for the fact that their very full chest rose and fell dramatically, with a few coughs in between. At most, a tenth of a gallon of sparkling, crimson liquids emerged from some unnatural orifices in their abdomen.
Finally, standing with a characteristic blank slate for a face, an Absol wore a dirtied, bloodied assault vest. Their front paws were held up to the clouds, yet their nonchalant profile showed experience and ageing. Rain and blood matted their snow white fur to form rushes of sangria across their limbs and face.
Raidon stared closely at the central dark type, as they had glared back at him with a heart of stone. Tears began to well at their eyes. Be that as it may, their brows remained knitted together.
"...M-Mom?"
Silence.
More silence. Save for some seemingly distant whimpering.
Julley, with his weary eyes, looked upon his daughter, who had been through so much. She coddled in her mother's arms as if she was a newborn. Both sat on an expansive couch in the darkness, as the Sylveon snivelled profusely.
Stood at the doorway, the Umbreon turned around to let them have their peace. He trekked into the unilluminated kitchen, meeting three distraught males sitting around a rounded glass table. One of them stood out most in particular. Julley let Cooper become the focus of his vision. He once looked up to this electric type.
Alcohol in grasp. Tears down his cheeks. Eyes bloodshot red. The Jolteon looked like a Voltorb at this moment, ready to detonate. He could barely pick up the beer bottle to meet his quivering lips without nearly breaking out in a sobbing fashion. It had pained the Umbreon to see him like this.
Julley took a seat at the table, where he was wholly acknowledged. Cooper turned face, though, abandoning his alcohol to get up and head toward the large garden.
"C-C-Cooper, I don't…"
"Save it, Julley." mumbled the electric type, now much older and mature than he was at twenty-two years. Yet, tears of want and regret still found their way out. "Just… Fuckin' s-save it, alright?"
The Jolteon left into the moonlit back yard, where he plunked himself down on the concrete porch.
The moonlight Pokemon saved his breath for a sigh instead. He felt a paw place itself on his shoulder. Julley looked up to forcibly smile at Tyson, who briefly showed his affection for the reunited father.
"I think… Maybe we should just leave him be for now." advised the Typhlosion, who began to remove the assault vest that had been on him for the past six hours.
Brendan, who had silently sat at the table, now stood up, walking over to the fridge in his own house. "This was… Something else, man. I'm happy that we could get Anais safe and sound, but…" he turned around, glancing at the back of the restless Jolteon's head through a window that exposed the large backyard. "Anyways… anyone wanna drink?"
"Yeah, maybe a beer would do." shrugged Tyson, leaning back on his chair. "Or two."
Sniffling, and wringing himself of the rainwater that had cleaved to him all the way from the Eastern part of town, the Umbreon of the troupe raised a paw. "M-Maybe I could do with something to drink too. Water, though."
"Suit yourself."
Brendan sat back down at the table, with their respective beverages. Footsteps emerged from the main hallway. All members took notice as Cassidy, walked her now smiling daughter into the room.
Anais speedily trotted to her father, getting up on the tippy-toes of her rear feet to embrace the dark type in the presence of her family, and some very little light.
"T-Thank you so much, Dad! Like honestly!" exclaimed the Sylveon, not bothering to lower her volume at 2am in the Bursyamo residence. "I can't believe all of that shit really just happened. I… I thought I was dead meat."
As a father, it was difficult hearing his own daughter use vocabulary he wouldn't dare use himself. Though, it was in good heart. Julley wrapped his arms around the fairy type, whose cheeks began to get wet with tears once again.
"I-It's all said and done now, Anais. Don't you w-worry about it, or anything like that anymore." Julley whispered, caressing the top of the pink quadrupedal's head with his paws. He had peered over to his wife, who had spontaneously started sobbing on her own, simply from the unadulterated wholesomeness in the room right now.
Safe and sound sensations, his pride and joy had sent down his spine solely from a hug. Soon, they had reluctantly let go. Anais smiled at her father, before flying into Brendan's arms excitedly.
"All of you guys are heroes!" squealed Cassidy, rushing over to peck her husband on the cheek. "Especially you, Julley."
The Umbreon chuckled a bit, gladly returning the smooch. "Ahaha, it was a team effort, I-I'd suppose."
"Wow. So no one's gonna give Uncle Tyson a hug, huh?"
Anais, followed by Cassidy and Brendan, instantly tackled the Typhlosion to the ground, giggling as they snuggled together in a messy heap of adorableness. Julley had shrugged, and joined the fray as well. Somehow, somewhere, they were able to incorporate laughter into the ethereal time spent in close proximity, finally having something to rejoice about.
"..."
"Gross! You guys smell like wet lawn!"
Well… All except for one.
Outside, Cooper looked up at the now cloudless sky.
The moon glared back at him, as if he had looked wrongly at it.
A sigh escaped his lips, as the Jolteon reached for his beer again. It felt like forever since he had something to drink, yet as Arceus would have it, the bottle was empty.
Frustrated, he chucked the bottle onto the pristine lawn that wasn't even his property. Holding back a need to bawl, Cooper shook his arms in anger, moaning quietly into
"This wasn't the plan, Arceus! This wasn't the plan!" he seethed through gritted teeth, holding his head in his hands. "Why was Zoey even there! Oh, Arceus, please, just tell me she's okay! It's the least you could do!"
Above, the celestial body that could've been a symbol, had nothing to say at all. Cooper dropped his head like a dead puppet, quietly crying.
"Arceus… Anyone, please, but her."
Two fighter ships descended from the azure skies, splitting winds in twine as they came to a swift landing. Their cockpits opened to greet a booming audience, leaping and shouting in celebration.
An amphibious yet humanoid creature emerged from one of the ships, donning a red cap, a grey jacket, and a rouge bandana. They had quieted the crowd by putting their gloved hands up in concession.
"Please, don't applaud me, for I couldn't have done it without my cohort! I wouldn't have been able to commit all of those crimes against humanity myself! Show yourself, Barry Bursyamo!"
"BARRY! BARRY! BARRY! BARRY! BARRY!"
A Blaziken stepped out of the other cockpit, meeting the masses that either mouthed his name in happiness, or let their voices rip aloud. Crested flags and banners were waved at the fire-type's success. He had gestured back, before stopping suddenly.
"Wait… Crimes against humanity?" asked the Blaziken to the other fellow pilot. "B-B-But I thought you said that those little animals with the clothes on were a part of an extremely dangerous militia!"
"Nope. I lied. They were regular civilians. This makes you a wanted criminal!"
"W-W-What!?"
It was too late for the young fire and fighting type. He turned back to the crowd. Their flags and banners had mysteriously morphed into pitchforks and torches alike.
"BARRY. BARRY. BARRY. BARRY. BARRY."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
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"Barry. Barry. Barry. Barry. Barry."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Barry had bolted awake, his eyes darting around for any rioting mobs or scheming toads. To his delight, he discovered that it was merely a Sylveon, standing at the foot of his bed, donning a welcome twinkle on her mop.
"Geez, Barry. Scream louder, please." quipped the fairy, hopping on the bed next her cousin.
"S-Sorry, Anais… I had a bad dream." he excused, wiping his forehead and checking his torso for any bruises. "What are you doing here? It's really late."
Unexpectedly, Anais threw herself at Barry, latching onto his upper body like a snake would. She buried her face into his beige feathers, softly nuzzling him.
The recipient of the unsolicited affection was grateful, yet extremely confused. "Uh… A-Anais? What's going on?" He then took a whiff of what he thought was fresh air. "Eugh, and how comes you smell like…" He took another sniff. "Wet lawn?"
"Wet lawn? Ugh, I forgot you were stupid." Anais joked, holding the Blaziken tighter. "It's just been a long day for me, and I… Well, I kinda… I kinda missed being around you."
A blush formed on the Blaziken's face. He was thankful that he hadn't turned his tableside lamp on. "O-Oh! Aha, well, uh… I'm uh… I'm happy that we could see each other again… Even though we see each other everyday-"
"Just shut the fuck up and enjoy the moment, Barry."
"U-Understood."
It was hard to keep a straight face with a female so close to his… his… Well, his beak. It's a sensitive area, if you didn't know. This wasn't quite Lola, though.
"So um… what's all that chatter going on downstairs?" the Blaziken asked, not really being able to feel his arms anymore. "It's kinda loud. Is it your parents?"
"Yeah… it was a very long story. I'd appreciate maybe just… talking about it tomorrow." murmured Anais, who rolled off her cousin to lie beside him on his bed.
"That's okay. Tomorrow's another day."
"Mhm. I just kinda wanna lie here forever."
"I was sort of doing that already."
"Smartass."
Barry could feel his cousin's intense investigation on his indigo irises. He shrunk in his bed covers a little, curling his legs up. Yet, the room was dark. There weren't any concepts of interior illumination barring the moon's intent to gaze in on their conversation.
"Barry?"
"Yeah?"
"Could we talk? Like in general, just talking."
"Oh. Sure we can."
"Great, give me a second."
Anais slithered under the blanket, making the top percentage of Ekans bow their heads in inferiority. The Blaziken beside her hummed in discomfort. He kept some things dear to him in this very bed, such as his privacy, hence he wasn't really a fan of having other organisms share the same space.
"Are you uhh…?"
"Yeah, I was just getting into bed." excused the Sylveon. "My parents said we'd stay here after, ugh… All the shit that happened today."
Barry awkwardly scratched his beak. "R-Right. I better not ask about that. So, um, would you like me to lay a futon for you?"
"No thanks, I'm comfortable here."
"...Right."
Turning around to face the side profile of her cousin, the fairy curled her legs, finding emotional salvation from the warmth and very proximity of the Blaziken. It took a lot to not grab him and cuddle him like a hot water bottle. The Sylveon grew a blush just thinking about it.
"Hey, Raidon was here earlier. He told me that you two were gonna hang out today." pointed out the Blaze Pokemon, placing his hands behind his head and looking up toward the pitch black ceiling. "How'd things go?"
Anais sighed unhappily. "Shit didn't work out the way I thought it would. We didn't even get to see each other. Fuck me, man. What the fuck even was today!?"
"Oh. That's the worst. Sorry to hear that. And hey! Stop swearing… my mom might hear us..."
"'Course. Forgot you were a cheeseball." she quipped, rolling over on the memory foam mattress. "Thank Arceus it's over, though. I lost my phone, so I couldn't even message Raidon. Arceus, man. I miss him the most."
"Darn, really? Sounds like it was a tough day for you." said the Blaziken, reaching for his bedside table for a bottle of water that he could chug down because he was a thirsty 'Mon this time at 3am. "If you want, you could use my phone to message him. L-Like, just to let him know that you're okay."
"Y'know what, Barry, sure. That'd be pretty neat."
"It's alright. Just make sure to mention that it's you, and when it's not you. I-It'd be awkward for Raidon to send lovey-texts to me."
"Fine. Hand the thing here."
Anais waved a paw in the free space above the bed until she had met with Barry's talon. She had received his unlocked phone, and took a trip through the contacts.
"Hey Barry?"
"What's up?" Barry quietly yowled. It was well beyond his working hours.
Anais squinted at the phone screen. "Who's Lloyd?"
"Lloyd? Who's that?"
"Don't know. That's why I fucking asked. He's in your contacts."
The Blaziken snapped his talons. It hurt on the inside because he had quite sharp nails. He'd never tell anyone that aloud though. "Oh, right! Lloyd! Don't you remember? He's that Dunsparce!"
"...Could'ja be any more specific?"
"Y'know? The one that got kicked out of school for talking back to the teachers?"
"Ohhhh… That Lloyd. Poor guy. He was kinda lame, though."
"That wasn't very nice."
Looking away from the screen for a second, Anais took a glimpse of her cousin's face, in the darkness, and sneered. "Yeah, alright Barry. Didn't know you were talking to Manuel, though."
The Blaziken supported himself on his elbows, ready to take a swig of his reinvigorating half-litre bottle of water. "Um, yeah, I have. He was here earlier with Raidon, too."
"He uhh… He didn't talk about me, did he? Manu?"
"No, don't worry." Barry squeezed about half of the container's contents down his throat. "Although, he did mention something pretty interesting about you, actually."
"Arceus, seriously?"
"Yeah. I didn't know you were dating Fraiser, too!"
Anais flew back on the bed, soaking up that wet lawn smell that had sunk deep into Barry's mattress.
"You have got to be shitting me."
I think that can wrap it up for today's chapter. I'd like to apologise for how long it's taken to churn this out. I've been working every weekday, so the only chance I ever had to type was when I was tired on the weekends. I may respond to some reviews in the next chapter, depending on how things go.
Anyways, take care!
-LuanOTP