Hi all, I hope you enjoy the last chapter in the first of this series, and I hope to catch you for the next 5 chapter new story follow up, but this chapter wraps up the current affair. Please leave reviews and comments. Thanks for the support and encouragement.
Lover's Sonata
Chapter 5
"Bring out yer dead" - Monty Python
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1542hrs, 14 February 2010, Sunday
"Whaddaya want?" Came a rather rugged urban dialect from behind the door.
"I'm here for work. Here's my pass."
Dimitri pulled out a little card indicating he worked for Davis. A moment later he heard metal bolts shifting behind the frame as the bulky Machoke shoved the door open, granting the Breloom entrance.
"Da boss is busy, you best have a good excuse to interrupt him G!"
His accent was off-putting, the Machoke was probably a thug Durai hired. Dimitri followed the instructions of the doorman, as he made his way to the flight of stairs. His claws were feeling jittery, but then again how many people would stand up to someone else twice as strong, and twice as huge?
"Get a hold of yourself Dimitri. It's not like the first time you shot up the bad guys." He muttered to himself, in a little frustration.
It had been awhile since he had used a gun, or even a custom thing like those guitars. There was also no way to know if they worked as he hadn't tested them, there was still a risk that one might shock him, or worse, explode in his arms.
He made his way up a flight of stairs to the ground floor, where the stadium was, fairly vast with many backrooms that were sectioned off, this area being one. Dimitri decided to forgo the formalities of knocking, pushed the door open to a large room or a small hall, probably seventy by seventy feet if his calculations were right. The overhead tube lighting ran along the ceiling, and the room had a center clearing with tables and sofas littering the sides, red carpet lining the entire floor.
"Ahhh, Dimitri my boy, I'm so glad you made it."
The Rhyperior sat on an ornamental chair with solid gold trimmings, rather Egyptian in design. Two nude Lopunnys were with him, each knelt on one knee, and just as a roman emperor would have been one of the Lopunnys was feeding him grapes while the other caressed the rocky plates upon his chest.
Dimitri cautiously approached, a strange feeling coming over him as if his strength was slowly leaving him just by being in Durai's presence. He gritted his teeth, deciding to pay no attention to it. It was just a little anxiety, he told himself.
"Yes, I do have an important job." Dimitri replied, taking a moment to scout the room.
Jason was to his left, forty feet away, Marcel was in the corner, and to his right a dangerously obese Snorlax crashed out on the floor. No doubt the fat thing could do some heavy damage if he got anywhere close. A little further right was a bizarre looking Buizel with two symmetrical scars along his face, wearing an out of fashion bowler hat and white cuffs. The creature had black leather leg straps and a number of throwing knives mounted to it, which were probably his weapon of choice. It seemed Durai had less guards than Dimitri had expected, but there weren't any questions around the matter that these were pretty hardcore and more than probable his personal choices.
Then a surprising sight caught his attention, Glacie suspended against the pillar in the corner. He wondered what the hell she was doing there, but as long as no one knew they were associates he might still have the element of surprise. She seemed a little worn and roughed up. She must had been caught trying to do something, he couldn't be certain of her condition but it was a given she was unconscious.
The door opened as the scent of cigar slowly filled the room. A Seviper slithered into the room with a large cigar in his mouth, dragging Ami along with a leash on the collar around her neck. Now there were a total of six, including Durai himself. Durai at this moment was way too preoccupied by his two maids. The shot was completely open but he couldn't take the chance in case the Lopunnys were hit. His accuracy was fine, but it was down to whether the alignment was off by a millimeter or so. A stray bullet could hit those Lopunnys.
"Anything you have seen or heard remains within these four walls, I hope that's clear. Now what do you want, Dimitri? Can't you see the boss is busy? You outta get down rigging the shit before the concert." Jason asked with an irritated look on his face.
Now Dimitri knew who he wanted to smoke first. He stared at Marcel as he grabbed the metal stick mounted to the guitar. He had once heard Ami refer to it as a tremolo, but trigger was good enough for him.
"Yes, everything I have seen and heard will remain within these four walls."
Dimitri pulled back the tremolo as bullets flustered out in rapid succession, drawing spurts of blood from his back, like a red water sprinkler system right out of the Zubat. Marcel collapsed face first with a small thud, staring at Dimitri in shock, most of his spinal column severed and embedded with magnetic rocks.
"What the hell was that … fuck!"
Jason made a desperate dash for cover, and Dimitri pivoted, the magnetic rounds burst out, the impact as the hammer hit the bullet powerful enough to blow the rocks out with enough force to tear through the Scyther's tough skin, his leg coming away mid-flight as it spiraled blood. Jason plummeted to the ground, his final vision as he turned to face Dimitri a gaping hole drilled into the base of the guitar.
The two Lopunnys screamed in shock and fear, all the violence and bloodshed, they were quick to make a run for the door, crying and covering their heads. Ami was in a state of shock herself. Was this really the Dimitri she knew? All this time what she had assumed to be a gentle fantasist, she would have never imagined him to be capable of this. Was death going to be the fate of her stupid friend? Why did he think he could even stand up to these monsters? She stood next to the Seviper, feeling her heart thumping like a ram against her ribs.
Durai stood up and knocked over his chair, shouting to the Snorlax. "Get up you fat fuck! What are the rest of you doing, kill that bastard!"
Something was going seriously wrong. One of the pressurized fuel canisters of the flamethrower was leaking or something. Strands of flames swept out and began regulating like serpents, in a large circle around him. He had no time to think of a logical reason in the heat of the battle, but this probably only fortified his defense provided the guitar didn't explode.
Dimitri wondered why he was getting so weak and so fast. It was fair enough that he was out of practice but this was so overwhelming, it was taking him too much strength to keep up with all this and the fight had only just begun. Dimitri couldn't place his finger on it but the weight of the guitars and the car battery combined wasn't helping.
"What the hell was that?" The Rhyperior glared at Dimitri, sweeping him up and down with his gaze.
The Buizel was stalking Dimitri while keeping a fair distance, his eyes squinted as he observed the Breloom.
The Seviper was quick to draw his machine pistol as he forced the trigger back, letting the bullets loose, while the Buizel snatched up a dagger from his thigh, and flicked it out with a quick snap of his wrists.
Dimitri knew it was time to play his trump card, and his tail quickly swung up, striking across the Fender's strings strapped to his back. A strange blue wave resonated almost visibly, which gave off a subtle effect, emitting a static sensation within the room. Dimitri estimated ten minutes before the battery would fail.
The bullets and dagger came soaring, but they began slowing in midair, before ricocheting away in the direction they had come from. Several bullets shot through the Seviper, blowing cleanly through his body and sending streaks of blood through the other side. The Buizel on the other hand was fast enough to react and was able to gracefully snatch his own dagger as it came back at him. It seemed he would be far more problematic.
Ami watched on, not knowing if this was a nightmare. Why would someone go to such an extent for someone like her? She took a few steps back from the corpse of the Seviper and avoided getting the blood on her shoes.
"You die now, boy!" The Buizel laughed.
Dimitri rethought his plan, seeing the Buizel was making an advance without any of his knives. The Breloom took careful aim, firing a few rounds at him. The creature weaved through the flames, shuffling between each round with remarkable reflexes, and suddenly took to the air, letting out a sound attack to counter Dimitri's partially sonic magnetic field.
"Take this you bitch!"
Dimitri made a quick evasion in the nick of time as the wave tore through the magnetic waves. The sonic blast crashed into the ground, cracking the flooring. It resonated outwards, rattling his body right down to the bone.
The shockwave ripped through the entire room, as cracks exploded on the walls. Ami dropped to her knees from the pressure, and let out a small whelp. Even though the attack missed its effects were apparent, the Breloom was completely shaken, leaving him wide open. The waves and flames died down around him and left only a dark circle of scorched flooring around Dimitri.
The Buizel began his decent, pulling back his arm to finish Dimitri with an airborne attack.
Somewhere, Ami was screaming.
Then as if out of nowhere the Buizel erupted into flames, letting out a horrific cry of pain as his flesh burned.
At that moment Dimitri's focus restored, as if Ami's voice had brought strength to his body. He pulled the guitar upwards, to let fly a barrage of rounds into the incoming Pokemon. His body shredded away midair as chunks of his burning flesh tore from his carcass, landing with a sickening thud. The hunk of flesh was barely recognizable, smoldering on the floor before Dimitri's feet.
The Breloom turned his head to see a smile greet him as Glacie had come to, trying to give him the thumbs up with her claws tied, before slipping out of consciousness once more.
A large Pokemon was making his way towards Dimitri, and despite the Snorlax's obese sluggish appearance it was more than capable of mass destruction. Dimitri cocked his head to the side in amusement before easing back the trigger on the guitar.
The bullets rained all over the beast, and Dimitri kept on unloading the rounds into him, but to Dimitri's surprise they were having little effect. The Snorlax's fat was absorbing the bullets' impacts before they managed to reach anywhere critical. Then the rounds stopped firing all of a sudden.
"Shit."
Dimitri discarded the guitar to the side. He had no more ammunition, and he wasn't sure how he could have been so stupid to waste so many rounds over the fight. Dimitri wanted to save the missile for Durai, but at this rate he would have nothing left for Durai. Dimitri flipped a cap off the guitar case, revealing two hidden buttons.
"Haha pipsqueak, you can't hurt me!" The Snorlax laughed with his dumb voice.
"I'm pretty sure I can. Want to try me out?" Dimitri replied, and pressed the button.
The end of the case tore off as a missile blasted towards the Snorlax, planting itself into the creature's stomach. The Snorlax groaned, looking at the small rocket half embedded in his belly.
"Got anything else, short stuff?" The Snorlax laughed at Dimitri.
"Oops, I forgot this."
He pressed the second button, and a large explosion blew through the Snorlax as his blubber and entrails splattered out, decorating the ground behind the Pokemon. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell backwards.
Dimitri had meant for a bigger explosion, but it still worked. He stared at Durai and rubbed the Snorlax's evaporated fats off his lips.
"I would never have imagined a runt like you, to be such a pain. Something tells me you have done this before. So with all that said, who do you work for?" The Rhyperior was staring at Dimitri as he made his way towards him with slow steps that caused small vibrations along the floor. He stopped ten meters from Dimitri. "So … who is it? Central Pokemon Intelligence? The Police? Maybe a mercenary? What is it?"
"No one. You just have the girl I want free, it's as simple as that." Dimitri was almost like a different person, but this was a sickening creature that stood before him after all. "I'm just an idiot who wants to play hero. So are we ready then?"
"Is that so?" Durai raised his enormous fists. "So shall we tango, my boy? Or do you prefer salsa?"
"Neither. I prefer Carinosa."
Dimitri dropped the Gibson case and brought his tail to remove the Fender from his back and unclip the battery.
Dimitri quickly circled the battle hardened Rhyperior with rapid footwork, this was going to be difficult, there was no way his fighting would match up to the Rhyperior's overall strength, even if he did have the species advantage over ground types. Dimitri had never bothered with any close combat, and there was no point taking the beast head on, he had to think of how to win fast and without going blow for blow. But there wasn't an option now, it was unavoidable. There had to be a way of beating him. Dimitri knew he had a speed advantage that he had failed to utilize on those previous occasions, being so out of practice, but he had to focus this time.
Dimitri skidded, altering lunges at Durai with a flurry of ridiculously high speed attacks. Though they lacked the punch other Brelooms did, his claws were still fairly sharp. Dimitri's claws stretched three meters to his range, but the Rhyperior deflected several strikes while the others that did connect seemed not to affect him in the slightest. Durai was growing further angered as he took every single blow to realize there was no need to parry them.
Durai pivoted on his foot, letting his tail whip Dimitri off his feet and through a few chairs and tables.
Dimitri pushed the wood fragments aside under which he ended up half buried and staggered to his feet. He was little stunned as he shook his head to regain composure.
Dimitri caught sight of the tail swinging around again just in time to duck, a gust swished over his head as he thrust to the side, narrowly evading a punch that followed up. It missed his chest, but it wasn't his chest that Durai had struck at.
The Breloom dangled by his own tail, suspended by the Rhyperior's grip. Dimitri flung another few futile strikes, but it brought not even a flinch to the beast. He suddenly felt his body swung in a half circle and launched like a missile, sent several meters into the wall with enough force to break off the plastering as his helpless body bounced off it.
Durai clasped his hands together, sending a shockwave along the ground. Something was wrong, the power that was coming from him was immense. Ami shook her head, knowing what this meant. She had only seen her master use this attack once and it had killed instantly. She had heard him refer to it as the Rock Wrecker.
Ami watched in fear, wanting Dimitri to run, wanting him to forget about her.
"Run you idiot! Forget about me!"
Dimitri didn't reply, and Ami held her hands to her face. It was her fault all this had happened. It was her fault she had taken him into her limo yesterday. And it was her fault he would die today.
"Dimitri stop! Just get out …"
A rock cluster began forming within Durai's hands, growing larger little by little.
There wasn't much time to think. Dimitri knew he could get a few valuable strikes in while the Rhyperior was open building his attack. He knelt down, then thrust with his legs, using his hip to throw more force behind his left leg, his clawed foot kicking his large opponent in the chest, and the momentum from that thrust spinning his body to bring his tail around and slamming into the Rhyperior's chest.
As soon as Dimitri fell back down he leapt away from Durai to a couch, as he kept an eye on the forming attack. Finally the rock within the palms of the Rhyperior had become a large boulder the size of himself. He was laughing, hysterically laughing. Dimitri saw it coming as he dived over a couch.
The huge boulder hit the ground just a couple of feet before the couch, and it exploded, flattening the tables and shredding through the couch, which absorbed some of the damage but was nowhere near enough. It blasted Dimitri back five meters into a wall as his body bounced and rolled along the floor to a stop.
Durai let out a small cry as an orange plate on his chest cracked and tumbled to the ground. Durai didn't want to waste time, he was exhausted after the attack, and couldn't use any other abilities until he had time to recover. He walked up to the vulnerable Breloom to finish it, as he reached down, grabbing Dimitri by the throat, and lifted him to his level. He began to tighten his clasp around his neck, slowly crushing his throat. There was no more fight left in Dimitri's body to even struggle, and blood was pouring out of his mouth like water.
Ami couldn't bear to loose her only friend, after what he had done to save her, and what she just realized, her first love. With a final desperation she could only scream.
"DIMITRIIIIII!"
Her powerful voice fell upon his ears as his eyes shot open.
Durai gasped, followed by a small grunt.
The Rhyperior looked down, the tip of Dimitri's tail lodged partly in his chest, the toxic spores in his tail which was a trait of his species, entered Durai's blood stream directly through his heart. The effects came almost instantly, and Dimitri's strategy from the start had paid off, not as well as he had hoped, but it still worked in the end.
Durai was at a loss of words, he had been so distracted with Dimitri's physical weakness, so much that he had failed to notice that every attack had struck the same plate on his chest, and he had only made it easier for Dimitri ignoring his attacks. Then the plate had broken, leaving the flaw in his defense, the only part of his body that he could penetrate.
"You faked … passing out?" The Rhyperior asked, his wide eyes turning a pale grey.
"Not really. I really did pass out for a moment. Until I heard Ami calling." Dimitri replied, with neither anger nor sadness in his voice.
The grip around Dimitri's neck loosened enough for him to escape, and staggered as he touched down. He looked at the Rhyperior a final time before retracting his tail from his chest, watching powerful spurts of blood bursting out under the high pressure of his heart.
Durai's face formed a blank, expressionlessness, his form still standing even in death.
Ami was speechless as she looked. Was this a reality that Dimitri had won? If so was he a monster no different from Durai? Blood stained the floor and walls, corpses lay like dead flies on a window screen, yet he was still alive.
The Breloom grasped at his neck, massaging it. Breathing heavily in bursts, he watched the beast fall to his knees before him, then over like a sawed oak making its descent, with a rocky crash face first into the floor. It was finally over, even with all the odds against him, he had managed somehow.
Dimitri looked over at Ami, and from what he could tell she was afraid of him. He looked away with disgrace, he did this all for her, but what good did it do him?
Dimitri walked over to Glacie, and cut his friend free. She fell to his cradled arms as her eyes opened.
"Kinda like the time I saved your sorry ass." She whispered, smiling. "You did it?"
"Sure did." He said, and Glacie's eyes closed again.
Carrying his companion to a sofa that was still intact, he cautiously placed her down, removing his tattered new coat and covered her with it, taking care with his actions. He still had a job to do and it would be awhile before anyone would come by. He needed to wire up the equipment and replace Ami's guitars, which had shredded when Durai had attacked.
And after he's done, he would be gone, and just a memory for her.
1844hrs, 14 February 2010, Sunday
Dimitri was nowhere to be found after everything was in place. Ami took a deep breath, the images of Dimitri's battle were still raging, but she had a lot of time to reflect on what transpired, and for what it was worth she realized she still needed him, as a friend, and as a lover. Now she yearned for him to be here.
Her psychic abilities scanned through the awaiting crown to just outside the football ground. It was desperate, but maybe he was the only person she wanted here to see her sing.
The time had come, and the curtains drew back, the crowd burst into ecstatic cheers.
She let her eyes probe through the countless faces, but she couldn't see him. She began to play her song and it went on like this for awhile, as she continued to search through every verse and every word till her last. As the bass guitarist and drummer made their way off stage, a tear descended down her face.
She still wanted to play another song, one from her heart, one she had yet to write, just words which were flowing into her mind. The strength of her emotions carried her voice to every creature throughout the city, of her emotions that burned for the one who she so desperately needed. Her fingers strummed in her final hopes, that he was maybe out there, and would hear her as she sang.
"In the miscellaneous lines of thoughts
Hidden in the images of refuge
Resides a syndrome we all suffer
An imbalance, an emotion pure
Mistakes stand like abrasions in the sands
Hesitation lost to moments in time
We seek that chalice in which we drink life
And all this to come, to what we call as love
Souls laced with the tenderness of cherishing
Emotions make for blindness on the tears
A greater chance lost to insecurity
One trembling wish remains, true unity
Forked paths made harder with some unseen tides
Decisions fiercer within such confines
My love never fades unlike sunset light
I'm the candle that will burn till tonight"
Ami looked up, almost expecting Dimitri to be somewhere, standing amidst the crowd, looking back at her, maybe waving. The bass guitarist and drummer had frozen in their steps halfway off stage, the crowd was silent, some crying, but none of them was who she had wanted to see. Somehow she had a feeling she would never see the one who she had loved so, ever again.
"Dimitri … please forgive me."
2235hrs, 14 February 2010, Sunday
Ami was in a state of loss and mourning, having lost her chance it felt almost as if Dimitri had died. The sorrow drove tears from her eyes, feeling a knot stuck in her throat. Her own insecurity, fears, and somewhere a little selfishness, had been her undoing.
The Gardevoir moved slowly across her patio floor. Her abilities were left useless after such an emotional display earlier. She reached down, undoing the laces of her boots, and it somehow made her think of how the laces tied and intertwined with one another. She bit down on her lip, letting the flood of tears break her dejection.
Ami kicked away the boots and ran towards her bedroom, slamming the door open, just wanting to hide under her sheltered duvet. She came to an immediate halt, realizing there was someone else in her room, the moonlight rays threw a silhouette onto the voiles that covered her four poster bed. Small tea candles were lit and littered the floor like an awkward romantic gesture.
The silhouette was remarkably similar to a Breloom, and more accurately, Dimitri. She shook her head, maybe she was seeing things from being so worn by her emotions.
"Dimitri?"
"Yes Ami, I'm here."
There was relief as she lifted her hands to rub her eyes, to dismiss any chance of this being an illusion. Had she been given this second chance, was this reality? She pinched her neck, feeling a sharp pain.
"So you heard me?"
"It was hard not to. I felt everything."
"Will you forgive me?"
"Yes."
"Want to start over, and give it another shot and we can take it slower?"
Ami lowered her hand to her bosom, pulling free a lace which held her dress together, unwinding and slackening down the centre, allowing her breasts to break away from their veiled confines, and the rest of her dress glided down her milky white body.
"I'm dreaming right?"
"No Dimi this is real, I don't want to rush you, I'll wait till your ready to make love with me"
"Then I'll be glad for us to kiss forever"
"Hey that's not what I meant"
They both started laughing, and with what Dimi knew, his sweet Ami wasn't so sweet and liked to be in control. He'd already guessed she'd be the one wearing the pants in this relationship.
"I guess I'll let you lead" He smiled with his reply
"And I guess I'll have to educate you a little more about kissing" Ami teasingly smiled with that comment, as they let their words float a mix and meet passionately.
"I think I'll learn pretty quick with a lot of your help"
His words were bolder than before, and none of the doubt he had felt that day. It felt right this time, as if there was something different. Maybe it was the lack of lust, maybe its genuine and sincere, or maybe it was just the fortitude of love.
He saw his Gardevoir step over the dress in elegant strides, reaching forth with her dainty arms, with a slow easy motion she parted the voiles and entered her rose serenaded bed. It felt magical with the voiles on all four sides, it gave the sense of a romantic enclosure for them to dwell in and be isolated from the world.
Her hands came to caress upon his chest while he reclined slowly back to rest upon the comfort of her mattress. Ami took a deep breath as her hands slowly traced around the contours of his pectoral region. Her eyes wide open, there was a charm in them he had not noticed before. She lowered herself to place the softness of her tender lips on his forehead.
"Thank you for coming to save me"
Dimitri momentarily blushed ever so slightly, before replying
"I'd do it again"
Her lips tenderly cressed his, as his tongue slid into her mouth. With subtle movements they explored each others, their tongues danced slowly, their lips sealed against one another's
She was far too good at this, her hands held his pectoral muscle, massaging it with firm squeezes and randomly tickling with her fingers. His sensitivity to her lips rising with each moment they kissed. The bliss seemed impossible but it hit with such intensity. Ami's head swam reducing her body to mild trambles. For as experienced as she thought she was, she faltered to his embrace feeling his arms sweep around her waist. Her lips glided with ease and moistness over his while the tongues gently fought, entangled with desire. She suddenly stopped pulling back, to place her head to his chest. He gently spoke out to her.
"You are amazing."
"We need to keep our relationship secret. If the other overlords were to discover it was you who killed Durai, they'll haunt us down. I can't afford to lose you now I've found you again."
"We'll make a new life together, but I need to leave tomorrow to meet an old friend."
"I don't want you to return to your old life, but I won't stop you. Just promise you'll come back."
Dimitri was about to reply and realized she had fallen asleep with those last words, He let a gentle whisper fall upon her slumbering form.
"I promise."
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Ending Notes - thats the end of this series of Shot Gun Love, the follow up maybe named something else. I have yet to choose a title. Once more thank you all for sticking with this story if you made it this far. If you enjoyed this story then check out some of my others, as Equinox Kanto is going to kick into some real action finally with chapter 3.