As the smoke from the blasts and explosions taking place in the contest hall and the Rubello Police Headquarters curled up in the sky, somewhere else in the town, a boy cracked open one sleepy eye.
His vision was blurry as he forced his other eyes to open, even if just a little. He immediately closed both his eyes as he winced when pain shot through the back of his head like someone had been drilling on it.
"Arceus, the hell..." The boy mumbled, bringing a hand to the back of his head. His eyes flew open when he felt his hair matted together. Pulling at some of the substance off from his hair, he bought it in front
of his eyes to test it. Dark and dry,Brownish-redish. Blood?
He again went to the back of his head and prodded around, wincing when he found the tender area. He moaned. Not from the pain, mind you, even if it contributed a little, all right.
"My hair...damn."
O.o
"I will smash you brats like flies!" Shu and Daichi watched in mild amusement, slight annoyance, and mostly passiveness, as Shelly cackled loudly, her blue uniform flapping wildly in the wind.
Miyuki was not as amused as she ordered her Froslass to attack and knocked Shelly off the ladder attached to the Aqua helicopter to which she was clinging to, merely 3 feet off the ground.
"VIbrava!" Matt shouted, "Hyper beam!"
"Tch," Shu muttered, "Pikachu, thunder bolt." The Vibrava was knocked back as the thunder bolt hit him, interrupting the process of powering up for the hyper beam.
"What the hell do you want this time?" Daichi shouted so that he could be heard over the loud noise of the helicopter and the blasts, cocking his head to one side and crossing his arms.
"You know very well what we want!" Amber screamed.
"Yeah, and we'll give that to you, why not?" Kei muttered, making Chiyo snigger next to him.
The contest hall was evacuated as soon as the seven police members had arrived. The injured Pokémon and a few trainers were taken to the nearest Pokémon Center.
And obviously, Ash and Pikachu were one of them. These two can't go without being injured.
The first thing Shu, Daichi and Kei had gotten to as soon as they arrived was to free the Pokémon Aqua-dan had captured as hostages.
Including Pickachu. Duh.
Ash had been on the verge of jumping on the robotic arm holding the Pokémon in the net.
Drew had been slightly on the edge of hysteria as he had let Nurse Joy take Roselia to the Pokémon center and away from him. But he understood his duty to stay at the battle and fight. Sort of.
Ash had been kind enough to offer to take care of the grass Pokémon.
Yeah, as if Drew trusted him even one bit.
It was only when Brock had assured his help did Drew, quite reluctantly, handed over the injured Pokémon. Right now, he too was watching as the battle unfolded, if it could have been called a battle that is.
The only members from the Aqua-dan still standing were the 3 administrators. And one of them seemed to have lost her mind.
Probably the smoke. Toxic thing, that was. Do wicked things to one's mind.
Not that Shelly needed any more messing of her brain.
In the present moment, she seemed to be performing an odd sort of dance, involving lying down on her stomach, and face first in the ground with her limbs thrashing all around her.
Daichi scratched behind his ear as he turned to face Shu, face screwed up in annoyance, "Can I go back? Please?"
"And we see her throw a bitch tantrum? Puh-lease!" Chiyo snorted from next to him.
"She…seems to be trying to say something." May pointed out, leaning over Drew to talk to the others.
They all gave another glance at the fallen…warrior and her comrades.
"Let's go back. Kei, can you finish this up?" Shu turned to the blue-haired man. Kei looked up at him and then at the three Aqua-dan members.
"Me, alone?"
"Are you saying that you can't finish those three yourself, Kei?" Dacihi smirked.
"No!" Kei exclaimed, "But being here would be so lonely."
"Do you want Miyuki to babysit you?" Ayame asked, pushing Shu aside to look at Kei. Kei and Miyuki looked at each other at the same time, one glaring and one thoughtful.
"Will you stay here?" Kei grinned at the petite blond.
"Do you want me to?" Miyuki snarled, her nostrils flaring and her fingers curling to resemble claws.
"No." Kei said quickly, "I can finish this alone. Bye, guys!"
O.o
"You are back early." Shimizu observed as 8 people walked in his office, "Welcome, Drew. May. Good afternoon. May I know the result of the contest?"
"I won." Drew said off handedly, shooting a smug look at May.
"Hey! Congratulation, kid!" Daichi jumped, ruffling Drew's hair affectionately.
"Don't do that!" Drew snapped, immediately going up to fix his hair.
"Do what?" Chiyo asked with faux innocence, "This?"
"Hey!" Drew immediately reached up to his hair where Chiyo's hand had rested a second earlier. Ayame clucked her tongue and shook her head as she came to stand next to Chiyo, standing behind Drew.
"No, Chiyo, I think he meant this." With that, Ayame ruffled his hair violently with both her hands.
"Ahem." Each and every occupant of the room broke off mid-laughter.
Each wary eye slid to the oak door of the office and immediately closed tightly. All 9 members present in the room winced, preparing for the oncoming lecture on responsibilities and seriousness and immatureness yada yada.
Whoever paid attention to these things?
"Where is Kei?" Madam Suzuki, for of course it was she, asked in a quiet voice. Nobody answered.
"Daichi," said man flinched back, "Where is Kei?"
"He..." Daichi cleared his throat and straightened his back, "He is back at the contest hall, taking care of the Aqua-dan."
"Alone?" Suzuki's eyebrows pinched together.
"This is Kei we are talking about, Suzuki." Shimizu rolled his eyes. Madam Suzuki opted to ignore her senior.
"The trainees are doing a good job outside. Most of the lower members of the Magma-dan are out."
"When will we be allowed to fight?" Damon asked. He blinked when everyone else in the room turned to give him an incredulous look, "What?"
"Since when are you eager to fight, Damon?" Carlos asked.
"No, no, I am not 'eager' to fight." Damon rolled his eyes, one hand reaching up to clutch at his shoulder, "My shoulder aches and I really want to sleep. Just wanted to know if we are going to fight anytime soon." This time, other rolled their eyes and sighed.
Except Madam Suzuki. And Miyuki. They are too dignified to do gestures like rolling their eyes or sighing.
Madam Suzuki took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, suddenly seeming more exhausted and old. "We need to do something of this battle outside."
"Like?" Daichi challenged, all of them already knowing the answers.
"Go, children." Shimizu stood up, sighing heavily, "Make us proud."
O.o
"We are gonna kick their asses~!" Daichi danced in front of the others as they made their way through the hallways leading to the front of the building. They passed the infirmary, peeking inside.
"Hey, Reiji! Is Hitmonchan gonna be alright?" Damon asked, opening the door slightly so that the said man could hear him.
The red-haired man in a white lab coat turned away from the Charmander he was giving a check up to and smiled at the group, "Yes, Damon. Hitmonchan is gonna be fit for another round in just a few."
"Awesome!" Damon said, turning to look at the fighting type Pokémon, "You will help us defeat them, wontcha' buddy?"
"Hitmonchan!" The Pokémon nodded determinedly, punching his hands together.
"Good boy!" Damon nodded, and then turned to Reiji, "We'll be at the front."
Reiji gave them a surprised look, "Shimizu gave you a go?"
"He-" Shu was cut off by a girl in the white and blue nurse outfit.
"Excuse me, Hayden-sama." The girl said, motioning to the stretcher carrying an injured Treecko.
"Yes, of course." Shu stepped aside and the girl continued to push the stretcher in. Reiji immediately rushed to the injured Pokémon, starting a test for the vitals. "Shimizu got tired of that, Reiji."
"I am tired of this as well, Shu. I hate seeing these little chaps like this." Reiji muttered. Carlos came to stand next to him, touching the grass-type tenderly on the forehead. A few seconds passed while Carlos examined the grass-type while Reiji attended to the others.
"He is not very much injured. Just knocked out." Carlos nodded to Reiji and then turned to others, "Let's go. We got some asses to kick."
O.o
"Ah! Finally the mice came out their bill!"
"Yes, sir."
"Where is your Brodie, huh? Even the brats are out now!"
"He is on his way, sir. He had begun his move."
"He had?"
"Yes, sir. It seems that everything goes according to his plan, sir."
"That's good, I'd say. And what about the boy now?"
"Still knocked out, I suppose."
"You suppose?"
"There are guards watching over him, sir. Till now, no information of any changes have been send, so I am going to have to assume that he is still knocked out."
"That's fine, then. I am to be informed of any further development."
"Very well, sir."
O.o
While the others made a stop at the infirmary, Drew continued forward intently, dragging May along. He had a determined expression on his face. So determined, in fact, that he was beginning to look constipated.
"Drew, do you need to go to the washroom?" May asked, causing Drew to come to an abrupt halt.
God, May! We were not serious when we said 'constipated'! Brunettes…
"What the hell, May…?" Drew raised one eyebrow questioningly.
May bit her lower lip, turning away from the boy in front of her, "No, nothing. Why are we stopping, Drew?" She asked as Drew slowly began to step back into the shadows of the hallway. From the slightly echoing and barely audible voices he can hear from the direction they came from, he can conclude that they have come a long way ahead of the others.
"We are going to tap dance now, May." Drew said, lowering his head to kiss the girl's neck, pulling her closer by her waist.
"We shouldn't be doing that now, then. Shouldn't we be outside?" May whispered breathlessly, even as she tangled her fingers in the soft green locks, pulling the boy closer.
"We can't very well go on without the others." Drew mumbled, pulling her into a rough, yet gentle, kiss, effectively swallowing her next words and soft moans.
O.o
In the other part of the town, someone was busy pulling out the matted, dried blood from his hair. Wincing as he pulled a little too hard, he finally gave up. Standing up from the cold floor, he looked around; trying to assess the situation and the level of shit he was in.
Now, it looked like a fairly small and white room with grey patches where the white plaster had came off. In fact, the room was grey with white patches where the plaster had actually remained.
It looked like the shittiest room he had seen, with the shittiest smell, a strange mixture of piss, alcohol and cigarettes. And sweat. He walked around, vaguely noticing that he was barefoot as his feet came in contact with the cold cement floor. He looked down and tried to see the injuries, if any, on his body. His shirt's shoulder was bloody, probably from the wound on his head. There were a few scratched on his arms and two dull red rings on his wrist but apart from that, he seemed fine.
Now to get the hell out of this place.
I am so sorry for the quality of the chapter and the time taken to update again! Both have reasons! Quality is due to lack of MS Word. I am typing this on WordPad, folks. And time, we have exams. Now I know you will say, 'The hell? Are her exams going on all the times?" I would like to say, "Yes. We are having exams almost on a daily basis and the thing is, I don't even know which exams those are! I just know that they are going to contribute in the final result. In fact, I have a Science exam on Monday, and then Hindi, then English….and so on, till 11thAugust. So please forgive me…!
But still, this was slightly quicker (haha, what a joke. 'Quicker'.) than the previous update, no? So review for that fact now.
And thank you Angel-of-Enery and LoveLoverGrl for the reviews!
P.S. Harry Potter fans, please read my new HP oneshot! Please?