Ch. 2 Hypocrite

(Second Chapter! I hope you all enjoy this one since it'll be the last until Fruits, Spice, and Gardevoir is finished! Thanks for all your support guys!)

{Rui's Point of View}

August 13th, 2004

I woke up with a jolt. My cheeks indented by the keyboard of my computer. I stood up to stretch and crack my back. I don't have a home to go to but I didn't want anyone to know that. The station has its own shower room. That's the first place I went to at 6:45 a.m. I needed to clean myself as soon as possible. I couldn't let myself stink up the place. My clothes were... dirty still. However, I still had to wear them. I decided to wash my clothes in the sink using the hand soap. It was the only thing I could do to try and clean them. The hot water and soap went to work as I sat on the counter. I hated being like this but I had my neutralize and pistol in my hands. Plus, I was inside the police station. Who would attack me here? By 7:45, I was all set. They were a bit wet but nothing too bad. Gojiro wasn't in the office so that was a plus. I needed to make some calls and figure out where I'll live. I turned on my computer and looked at my work email. A letter from the chief caught my eye.

"Hm... what's this? 'Attention all faculty. I am pleased to announced that GLMD are visiting today. They've heard about our new rookie and wanted to meet him. Rui, if you are reading this, you need to come. This is a big honor. Don't embarrass us.' Well then... looks like I have no choice." I groaned.

I clicked out of the email and looked at my report. So far, it's been approved and will be used as evidence. Small victory for me. Now... when will they arrive?

"Hello!" Gojiro yelled as he walked in.

"Oh great. You must be happy about this bullshit." I groaned.

"Hell yeah. GLMD is awesome!" Gojiro yelled, filled with enthusiasm.

I leaned back in my chair, "I wish I could partake in your enthusiastic behavior but I know they're going to be pokemon."

Gojiro has a GLMD t-shirt on, "Yes. They're an all-girl band. Gardevoir, Lopunny, Medicham and Delphox. They could set this whole city on fire with their music alone."

The shirt featured each pokemon but they wore special clothing and make up. The Gardevoir had a cute wink as she wore purple mascara around her eyes.

"What's their names?" I asked curiously.

"In respective order from GLMD. Aura, Tulip, Echo, and Flare." Gojiro answered.

"Hm..." I thought about it and just shrugged in defeat, "Well... it can't be that bad."

Gojiro tried to give me some assurance, "That's the spirit. It'll be fine. They most likely just pose with you and stuff. Worst case scenario, you'll be on the cover of the newspaper."

"Oh great." I sighed.

[11:56 a.m.]

I stood beside the chief and Gojiro. I started having second thoughts but when those doors opened... there was no backing down. I was expecting all four members of the group to be there but... only one showed up. That Gardevoir. She wore purple mascara around her eyes that really flashed them out. A pure gold necklace swung from her neck with a Ruby gemstone. Her breasts looked about a B cup but dress appeared tighter. Making them squish up against her chest shard. I couldn't stop myself from blushing as she smiled sweetly at me. She greeted me with a happy chime and eagerly grabbed my hands.

Her voice was beautiful, "I'm so happy to meet you!" She chiroed.

I couldn't really talk, "I... urgh. Well..." My stubbornness got the better of me. I forced my hands freed and ran off in embarrassment. The paparazzi took the opportunity and swarmed it. Hundreds of photos must have been taken. This was probably going to bite me but I couldn't let myself be so... docile. She's a pokemon and I have to hate her above all else.

Gojiro caught up to me, "You just started a shit storm." He warned.

I wiped sweat from my forehead, "I know but I couldn't let myself just stand there in front of that fucking pokemon. She's a skank, I know it." I replied, my stubbornness still in control.

Aura's voice caught both of us off-guard, "So, that's the problem."

We stopped walking and I averted eye contact with her, "Aura?" Gojiro blushed.

"Let me talk to him alone please." Aura smiled.

Gojiro nodded, "Of course, anything you want."

Once Gojiro left, Aura stood in front of me, "So, you're racist." she stated.

I decided to be defiant, "So what if I am you ugly uh-" I fumbled on my words when she cupped my cheek.

Aura leaned into my ear, "Trust me. I've dealt with plenty of racist humans throughout my life. The one thing I love about them, is the fact that they're hypocrites. You like me. You think I'm hot."

I blushed hard, "N-no I don't!" I stuttered.

She made us stare into each other's eyes, "Yeah, you do." she pulled back smiling, "Which makes your blood boil, doesn't it?"

"S-shut up!" I yelled.

Aura giggled cutely, "So flustered. You only prove my point. You say you hate me but you're attracted to me. Have a nice day Rui. We most likely won't meet again."

I watched her leave, swaying her hips seductively. I laid my back against a wall and slumped to the ground. My anger and sexual confusion boiled underneath my skin. I couldn't believe it. I CAN'T believe it. I knelt forward and slammed my fist on the floor.

"Damn it!" I screamed.

How can one simple fucking pokemon do that to me? She's nothing special! They all look the same! They all act the same! Nothing but worthless fucking mongrels! I gripped my face half angrily, half in disbelief. My nails dug into my skin. I closed my hand slowly, cutting my forehead, cheek and bridge of my nose. To hide out, I got up and ran to my office. I hid underneath my desk to cry for a few minutes. It just scares me. This one Gardevoir somehow looked attractive to me and I couldn't figure it out. Yeah, she a celebrity but was it her voice? Her body language? A combination of both mixed in with her human like appearance? Gojiro entered our room and seemed to be looking for me.

When he found me, he asked, "Why are you under your desk?"

"I just... don't understand it. Why now? I can't like Aura. I just can't." I muttered mostly to myself.

"Rui, you're really hung up on this." Gojiro noticed.

"I feel... wrong. Violated. It makes no sense! She's just a worthless fucking pokemon. Some whorish bitch that... I don't even know what she does." I replied.

"Rui, she uses attract on racist human males to mess with them. It's a move that allows members of the opposite sex to fall in love. However, she tweaks it just enough to seem like a harmless crush. The effect is temporary but can change some people. You'll get over it." Gojiro explained.

"...So she did this to me..." I whisper.

"Rui?" Gojiro asked.

I bumped the side of my desk lightly, "That... fucking... bitch..."

Gojiro reached a hand down, "Rui, don't get mad at her. You single handed caused her at least 2 months of bad press. Plus, I have our next case."

"..." I grabbed his hand and got up from under the desk, "Fine. I'll just forget what happened today. What's the file on?" I asked.

"Weapon deals. Illegal Weapon Deals." Gojiro clarified.

"Interesting. Where do we start?" I asked.

Gojiro opened the file, "Before that Homeless incident, weapons have popped up all over downtown. We're going to investigate where they are coming from. To do that, I say we visit all the illegal arms dealers."

"Hm... sounds like a good plan but let me ask. If you know who's selling illegal weapons then why investigate? Shouldn't we just arrest them?" I asked.

"The problem is, Illegal Weapons Dealers charge abnormally high prices. A simple 9mm is about 1,372 dollars. They can get away with it because it's illegal. You're paying for the convenient ability to have a weapon without a record. That's why drug dealers and gangs buy weapons from them." Gojiro explained.

I shook my head, "Even so, charging that much is far too high. They should be charging a maximum of 800 dollars for a 9mm pistol. I shudder to imagine the cost for attachments and special ammo."

"Well, we won't solve the case by staying here. Come on." Gojiro told me.

We started to leave but along the way we passed by a mob of cops. Aura was there giving out Autographs. She looked at me, smirking as she did, but I didn't react. I'm not giving her that satisfaction... wait... that reminds me of what Gojiro said yesterday. It was about reacting to a tormentor. How it makes them smile because I'm allowing what they did to affect me. Maybe Gojiro was right...

[1:45 p.m.]

"What are we doing here Gojiro?" I asked.

"We're waiting for Matthew Williams. He's the main supplier for our local gang." Gojiro answered.

"Local gang?" I asked.

Gojiro grimaced, "Yeah. Mostly a gang that revolves around drug pushes but recently got a new leader. The previous leader died but I have no idea who it was. All I know is, he/she ruled half of this city for two decades. With that leader gone, I personally believe the Mayor and Police chief will rule the entire city. What made the old leader intimidating was how she murdered her victims. Some were turned into cubed meats; others were skinned alive... then there was that one case where 30 people had their face cut off. To make it worse, some of the gang members wore the damn faces."

"Damn, that's pretty hardcore. Have they committed hate crimes?" I asked.

Gojiro hit his steering wheel, "It always has to go back to Racism with you, doesn't it?" Gojiro asked.

"I'm afraid so." I replied sadly.

Gojiro shook his head, "Whatever. They did commit some hate crimes but they're not racist to one or the other." Gojiro said aloud.

I replied with, "If you want another partner, you could always ask the chief."

Gojiro tilted his head to one side for a moment, "True but then you'd get into big trouble. Magmar is already telling everyone you're the biggest asshole in the force."

I went with an honest response, "Well... I did call him a thing for being a pokemon."

Gojiro shook his head, "Well, I guess that explains everything. Not to mention your little display with Aura. She didn't look angry but Aura is known to be 'that' type of model."

I looked at him confused, "Model? I thought she was a singer."

"She is. Off the set she's a model. A damn good looking one." Gojiro answered.

"What the actual fuck? How in the hell can she be a model? All Gardevoir look the god damn same! She can't be a fucking model!" I argued.

Gojiro flexed his fingers on the steering wheel before sitting back, "Well, she is. I think she has a lot more beauty than other Gardevoir."

I started laughing, "You're a fucking fanboy! Oh god that's precious!"

Gojiro blushed hard, "Shut the fuck up!"

I couldn't stop laughing at him, "Good lord. Do you jack off to her too?"

"She was my first time!" Gojiro admitted amidst his embarrassment.

We went silent, "...Wow." I whisper.

"Uh... I... Fuck you." Gojiro glared, keeping his eyes forward.

"Was it like birthday sex or something? Pity even?" I asked.

Gojiro suddenly exploded, "SHE HAS A FUCKING POLICE FETISH OKAY!?"

I grinned, "Damn bro. No need to yell."

Gojiro shook his head for a good few minutes muttering to himself, "Fucking dick... messing with me... she's hot... how can he judge... why is he... so fucking stupid..."

I poked him, "Uh bro? You done talking to yourself? I'm pretty sure we passed our destination ten minutes ago."

"Fuck!" He yelled.

[3:05 p.m.]

We got out of his car and took a look at a rundown red brick building, "Oh god... this place smells like ass and cheap prescriptions." I groaned, holding my nose.

Gojiro took a step towards the alley before giving me a curt nod, "Behind the back. You'll see a staircase that goes into a basement. Careful, there are normally several guards belonging to the local gang. Do not say any of your racist shit. If you do, I won't help you."

I put my hands up defensively, "Fine. I'll be the most behaved boy you've ever seen."

Gojiro seemed very nonchalant, "Ah ha ha ha. Now you're fucking with me. Maybe I should have talked to chief about us changing offices."

"You're just mad because I'm normal." I smirked.

"Fuck. You." Gojiro replied as we walked through the alley.

I kept close to Gojiro as we walked. Several dark looking pokemon watched our every move. Some held pistols and shotguns, much to my surprise. I thought it was humans being illegally armed. Not pokemon. I'm starting to think this arms dealer case has more to it.

"Uh, Gojiro?" I asked.

He looked at me as we walked down a cement staircase, "Hm?"

"Why are those pokemon armed with human weapons?" I asked.

"Some pokemon have only physical attacks. So, they arm themselves with weapons to compensate. These pokemon are dangerous Rui. Very dangerous. I'll have to let them take you away if they demand it."

I smiled at him, "So... you don't have my back? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah. We'll leave it at that." Gojiro nodded.

The illegal gun shop had at least 18 armed guards. Some were humans but they... didn't look right. They weren't drug addicts either. One seemed scared but just kept straight. His eyes darting between the entrance and a grinning Zoroark. The grinning Zoroark eyed him for some time. I think I can understand what's going on. I read about it while I was in school. Gender roles are swapped in pokemon. Female are more aggressive while the males are far more submissive. Researchers believe that the female teach the males to respect, sometimes even fear the females. Is it a scare tactic to reduce violence or rape attempts?

Gojiro coughed to get everyone's attention, "Hello everyone. Is Dart here?" Gojiro asked politely.

A male Blaziken approached him, "Yeah, I'm here." he replied rudely.

I looked at this pokemon in a mixture of horrified and anger. He's the exact same species of pokemon I saw that night my parents were killed! My hand slowly drifted towards my gun until that Zoroark grabbed my arm. It was behind me, and held a pistol to my head.

Dart looked at me, "What's up with him?"

I answered before Gojiro could, "You mother fucking pokemon killed my parents!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gojiro asked.

"I saw one if his kind outside my house the day it burned down killing my mom and dad! Let me go!" I screamed, struggling against the Zoroark's grip.

"Trust me. I never burnt down a home in my entire life. I sell guns. That's it. Now, calm down and the Zoroark will let you go." Dart told me.

Slowly, I stopped struggling and the Zoroark let go. I rubbed my left arms wrist, muttering curse words.

Dart looked at Gojiro, "Why are you here?"

"We need to know something. It's linked to another file, a murder case. Do you know a man named Gary Temple?" Gojiro asked.

'Murder case?' I thought we were...

"Yeah. I heard he went bad shit crazy and killed his ex girlfriend. An Audino right?" Dart asked.

"Yeah. We're looking for where he bought it." Gojiro told him.

"...Hm... Well... Normally I wouldn't tell a cop this but you've been good and straight with me. Word is, there's a new guy pushing drugs and weaponry East side. He marks his guns with a special symbol. Something like a snake coiling between cross hairs. That good enough?" Dart asked.

"Very. Thanks for the help." Gojiro replied.

"Can we really just let them continue selling illegal weapons?" I asked in a harsh whisper.

"There's two of us and about 18 of them. Do you really think we can?" Gojiro asked.

"Good point. Back up?" I suggested.

Gojiro looked extremely annoyed, "No."

I rolled my eyes, "Alright. Fine."

"Your partner... is he new?" Dart asked.

"Yes. Fresh from graduation." Gojiro answered.

Dart scratched his chin before pointing at the Zoroark that restrained me, "Hm... You, Zoroark. You know who will want a full check on this kid. Handle it. Other than that, you two get the hell out of my shop."

"With haste. Come on Rui." Gojiro replied, nudging my shoulder.

I nodded quickly, following close behind Gojiro. I looked back at the shop, trying to memorize the pokemon there. As for the humans, I have a funny feeling they're the victims in all of this.

Once we got in the car Gojiri let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank Arceus."

"What happened to your last partner?" I asked.

"..." Gojiro looked out his window, "He became Vulthurin."

My eyes widened in shock, "What!? How!?" I demanded.

"..." Gojiro stayed silent on the matter.

"Gojiro, you need to answer me. How did he go from your partner to drug pusher?" I asked again.

"I'm not going to talk about it. Vulthurin can't remember it either. I did everything I could to bury it. I can't tell you." Gojiro admitted.

I frowned, looking down at my lap, "Is that why you needed me to keep silent?" I asked.

"...Yes." Gojiro answered.

"So... what now?" I asked.

"I don't know. We did find out about the new dealer. That'll help both our case and the murder case." Gojiro answered.

I questioned him some more, "I hate continuing to ask questions but when were you going to tell me about the murder case?"

"It was given to me just before I found you in our office. The gun file was on your desk. I wasn't going to let you do your case on your own. You'll never survive." Gojiro answered.

I decided to make a joke, "Just like how you'll never survive the STD's you'll receive if you fuck Aura again."

Gojiro started laughing, "Oh fuck you!"

"Hahaha! You knew it was coming!" I laughed.

Gojiro started driving us, "Yeah... I guess I did." His phone rung and he picked it up, "Yes? Uh huh. Yeah, Rui is with me, Why? Another murder? We're close by but... yeah but... okay fine. We'll go. Don't you think he's a little young for... Yeah... I guess you're right. Okay sir. We'll be right there." He hung up.

I twiddle my thumbs, "So... tell me what's going on."

Gojiro explained what happened, "That was the Police Chief. He needs us to go to a nearby crime scene. Apparently, two people are dead. One is a victim, the other a suspect shot on site. They need us to look at the crime scene and try to recreate what happened."

"Awesome. My first time at a real crime scene. Not some simulation. Are both of them humans or what?" I asked.

"Both are Pokemon. The victim is a Machoke and the suspect was a Sawk. Once we get there, we'll probably find out if there's history between the two." Gojiro answered.

I grimaced, "I fucking hate Machokes. The fact that they can be female is disgusting."

Gojiro gave me an annoyed sigh, "You're going to get yourself killed. I can already see it now."

"I'm sorry but they are! They're so nasty! Being all masculine and shit. I think Arceus has a sense of humor since he made them." I replied.

Gojiro just stayed quiet and focused on the road. After a couple of minutes, we arrived at the scene of the crime. I have to admit... it wasn't pretty. The entire room was in a state of disarray. The bodies were laid out on the floor. The Machoke had a bullet wound in his head. The Sawk was pumped full of bullets. I counted at least 15. Did the first respondents go too far? Hm… or is there something else going on?

(Yep, this is the end of this chapter. I wonder what really happened at the crime scene. Guess you all have to wait in order to find out.)