She was a vision -- more beautiful than Ryuu had ever imagined her to be, even though she wasn't half-naked. Her face was delicate, crimson eyes wide and uncertain -- innocence. Was she scared, he wondered; if she was, he wondered why. There was no reason to be as tentative as she was as she slowly walked towards him, towards the "v" of people that eagerly watched her. On one side, there was one girl: a fair-skinned girl with long, indigo hair that was neatly pulled back. Then was an old, balding man dressed in a black and white robe, holding a thick black book: a Bible, of some sort. Then there was Ryuu, dressed in a stunning black tuxedo that made him look like some secret spy. And beside Ryuu was a thin man with bright gold eyes and an array of messy biolet hair on his head. It was an odd group, but a group nonetheless -- family... sort of.
But that didn't matter to Ryuu. His dark eyes were focused on her as she slowly gliding towards him, walking like some dancer or model. He couldn't blame her, he supposed -- in her dress, she honestly look like a model. It complimented her, especially when she didn't have the Zangoose tail and ears -- the traditional white and the accenting red complimenting her odd hair. A thin, maroon strap wrapped around her torso just under hear chest, dividing the smooth top of the dress from the wavy, ruffled dress. It wasn't over-done; it was simplistic, and that was perhaps what Ryuu liked most about it. The strapless dress pretty enough complimented her figured but also was simple enough that it didn't take one's eyes off of the true beauty: Rain.
Suddenly, when she was halfway to him -- was she really only that far? Ryuu imagined that she should have been farther by now, but maybe he was just being to eager for the moment when she would finally be his -- she stopped and her eyes became wide; and then suddenly angry and spiteful, and Rain wheeled around and ran. She bolted away from him like a bat out hell; Ryuu followed without a second thought, chasing after her in desperation. He wasn't gaining any ground on her, he noted in horror, and sped up -- wondering, in the back of his mind, how a woman in heels could run so damn fast. "Stop, Ryuu! I hate you."
The words she suddenly screamed made his legs give out, making him fall to the ground. His head hurt... His heart hurt... He gasped at the pain, eyes wide, hands desperately clutching the wedding ring for her. His sapphire eyes darted around wildly, searching... searching... Had she left him? Had she finally realized how bad he was for her? Why did this hurt so badly? Losing people wasn't anything knew... He heard a scream echo through the darkness -- wait, it was dark? why was the surrounding area just black?!-- and a flash of carmine caught his gaze, and a cackle caught his attention. Rain had been there... Was she okay? He suddenly saw Archie near where the maroon... stuff -- what was that, anyway? -- had been, and then a slightly-transparent Rain appeared. "You killed me, Ryuu... You killed me..." The breathe caught in the back out his throat, and he felt the need to vomit -- his eyes shut in pain, not caring that he could hear Archie's approaching footsteps...
"Rain... Rain..." he groaned, stirring. Why wasn't she answering? She may have been a ghost, but she was still Rain regardless. Maybe not his Rain, but she was Rain nonetheless. And maybe it would hurt him when she replied and her tone confirmed that she didn't give a damn about him. But, honestly? He would have rather have heard her voice telling him how much she hated him than not hear it at all. His brows furrowed before he cried out, "Rain?!" From somewhere, he heard a chuckle. His eyes whipped open and he glanced around. He was on the ground, that was no surprise... but it had felt differently before and nothing was black here. All he saw was dull gray of varying shades... And then in front of him, brighter light came in strips. He snarled, bolting upright in an instant -- he knew where he was (kind of), and the unfamiliarity made him shudder inwardly. Outwardly, he was composed -- he appeared relieved, although furious.
'It was all a dream... Rain didn't say yes...' He was surprised how much that hurt when he thought it. 'And she's not dead.' He would have grinned, if only he didn't know perfectly well that he was locked up in a jail cell. Ha... He might have laughed if he didn't feel that he didn't have any Pokeballs on his belt (and therefore no Pokemon). Saying Ryuu was furious with himself would have been an understatement -- a big understatement.
"Having fun?" someone sneered. The voice was similiar to the chuckle. It was cold -- but amused. The need to kill him -- and in as violent a manner as physically possible -- washed over Ryuu like a tidal wave. But his face was the same -- he just glared at the tall, thin guard that stared at him in amusement. The tanned, black-haired Aqua member grinned broadly as he saw Ryuu quickly glanced about. "Where is she?" His tone was acidic; deadly. The Aqua member absent-mindedly grabbed a ring of keys and tossed it up and down, clearly trying to piss his "companion" off. "The boss told me not to tell you this, but... Since I'd like to see you squirm... She's down in the colosseum."
His whole body went numb at those words -- words that would have meant nothing to someone who wasn't educated. If he could only be young, innocent and naive... How simple life would be. Why did he have to know what the colosseum did? He saved Pokemon from there before, but why... why would they want Rain their? Sure, she had special abilities, but... She was a human, they couldn't just fight her like a wild Pokemon and then try to capture her! The thought of Rain losing her humanity to become a full Pokemon, made him cringe before a sudden surge of anger ripped through him. He would tear everyone of these assholes apart in the process of saving her if he had to! His lips pulled back in a snarl of frustration -- it wasn't a human reaction, more of a canine-like one. Maybe he had spent too much time with his Mightyena as a child... In any case, it didn't matter. He was angry. And when Ryuu was angry, deaths tended to occur.
"Give me those keys," Ryuu said in a low whisper -- his words were warning and cold, yet restrained so as not to give the idiot the amusement he craved. The jailer's chin rose slightly, a haughty smirk defining his thick lips. 'Fool.' The word entered his mind and the man gave a hiss of venemous anger, his right hand reaching in his vest to dig around for his pocket knife. A moment later, the weapon was unsheathed and his long arms slipped through the cell's metal bars -- Ryuu was strong, but it was clear that he was built more for agility than power. His hands moved with certainty, confidence -- then, a sharp click could be heard and Ryuu slid his arms out of the bars and pushed aside the cell door. He strode towards the grunt, dark eyes smoldering behind his emerald hair. "Is she fighting right now?" Ryuu growled hastily, right hand clutching the navy shirt of the once high-and-mighty grunt. The pathetic excuse for a human being gave a frightened nod, eyes wide -- before Ryuu tossed him against the wall like he was a dart or something. And then, Ryuu was off, briskly exiting the jail area to find the colosseum -- not even bothering to try and be incognito, because anyone who crossed his path was sure to die if they tried to stop him.
She was there; he could see her, standing defiantly in the middle of the ring. The Zangoose wildly slashed around, claws glowing a poisonous purple. When one of the Crawdaunt or Sharpedo would launch an attack at her, she would shrink and dart out of the circle of surrounding opponents. And he was helpless, up so high, standing on a balcany without any Pokemon -- well, he looked like some god of wrath at least, looking down on the Water types with scorn. But for the time being, he was merely a right now scultpure -- harmless. He was motionless, face stiff and eyes wide with anxiety. And then the statue seemed to break.
Rain was flung backwards by a series of Swifts, her small body -- had it always looked so frail? -- being pushed a good foot into the concrete wall surrounding the arena. There was a sickening crunching as one used Vicegrip on her left arm and that had shredded his last bit of composure. There was a scream of agonized fury then a dull thud...