Hey readers! Umbrenox again, bringing you with the ninth chapter of this series. Now I think at least one of you is saying: They're only 17, isn't that wrong? Well, in the 1800's, you were able to marry at 15. Or you probably said: they've only known each other for barely a week. Well the answer for that will be in this chapter. It's Kiara's POV, and it's a flashback.
*I do not own pokémon, it belongs to Nintendo. The story itself and OC's are mine, and if any events or characters are the same as someone else's it is pure coincidence.*
I woke up to a friendly face. "Good morning Kiara," it said. "Good morning Max," I said back. He was in his work suit. "You're going already?" I asked. "I have to, this case is serious. I have to devote my time to solving it. I'm so close to the end, I promise," Max said back, "But, would her majesty like a kiss before I left?" I leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Be safe, her majesty wouldn't like a husband in the hospital." Max just chuckled to himself and left for the door. I lied in bed for a while then got up and went to cook myself some breakfast.
Today's meal was some hot cereal and a couple muffins. After my plate was clean, I called for James and ordered him to wash the dishes. It wasn't long before a gallade appeared and said, "Good morning madam." "Good morning," I replied and then went over to the training area to work out. I did my normal routine of push-ups, sit-ups, pull-ups, dips, and 5 minute run. After I was all sweaty, I went and took a shower. I got out and dried myself off but didn't put any clothes on. I didn't see the point; no one was coming to the house today except Max who I've been naked with a few times, plus this was the day James said he would give me acupressure for my stress
After my session with the gallade, I went outside (obviously after I got dressed). The breeze was cold, and before I could get up to get a coat James teleported a jacket on me. "Thank you," I thought. "You're welcome madam,"he said back. I sat there for about an hour, until James said, "The phone is ringing, it's for you." I got up and went inside. That's when things went wrong.
First, I picked up the phone to hear the captain of the police force, "Kiara, I am sorry to say, uhmm. It saddens me to tell you that your husband is not coming home." I was confused, so I asked, "What? W-what do you mean?" "Kiara," the captain said solemnly, "we believe Max is dead." At first I was overwhelmed by sadness, moving the phone away I started to cry. As always James was there to comfort me. The next feeling was not kindness. "Why? Why is he not alive? I would like to know who or what killed Max!" I shouted into the phone. "We don't know. We don't want to give you the details, I am sorry for your loss," He responded. The call ended shortly afterwards.
Why did this happen to me? My hands were closing so tightly on the telephone that it shattered. Becoming even more pissed off I threw it onto the tile. James, probably sensing my anger, touched me on the forehead, "Shh, sleep." Not even a second passed before I passed out.
When I woke up, the gallade was standing in the hallway. "I'm sorry I had to do that, you were going to get out of control, and probably break more stuff," he said. Yeah, he was right. Last time I got mad like that was when my mother died. I practically destroyed my room. James was just a kirla then, but that didn't stop him from sending me to dreamland. (besides, it would be harder for him to do it now since he lost a lot of psychic abilities when he evolved) "No it's alright, thanks. While I was asleep, did they say anything about a funeral?" I said. "Yes, a private one, tomorrow," he answered. "Okay."
The funeral was quiet, and as they said the origin of our world, how Arceus crafted the world, how he made every one of us, etc., I said a silent prayer. "Arceus, I know everyone has their own time. I know that when we have been here a certain period of that time, we have to leave. But please, bring Max back, give him back to me. I'm lost without him…" They finished the recital of our history and lowered his body into the ground. I couldn't help but breaking down. James held me close, and let me cry on his chest.
After everybody left, James said, "The phone's ringing, I'll go get it." Immediately after he said that he disappeared. And, almost as fast as he went, he came back, "It's for you." He gave me the phone and I greeted whoever was on the other side, "Hello?" "...get ready for some company." Then the line hung up. "Kiara? Who was it?" "Some prankster… Could I have some time alone?" "Of course, Kiara."
I went upstairs and into our… my room, to lie down on my bed, and cry. I don't know how long I cried, I didn't care. All I wanted was Max back. "ARCEUS! Please bring him back," I thought, "I'll give up my money, my house, everything, just put Max back in my bed, back into my life. He's all I got." Then I heard a whisper in the back of my head, "There's a visitor coming here, tomorrow, in the woods. I will tell you, he will be familiar to you, almost identical. I can't bring back one who is dead, but this is the best I can do." "Arceus?" I thought, though there was no response. Just then the doorbell rang.
I went to the door and opened it. "Ye-huup" I was cut off by a big hand gripping me by the neck. "Hello miss, don't mind me." It was a machoke, and his voice was similar to the one on the phone. I didn't want to say anything, since he was the one who could crush my neck like a can if he wanted to. But I couldn't breathe. "We have a little something to take care of, the authorities are going to ask you some questions, and I'm here to see that you don't include us in your answer.
Five minutes later, they took some rope and tied me to the floor. "Drake here is a bisharp, you and him are going to have some alone time," the machoke said, "Oh, just in case there's someone around…" Before I could say anything the machoke took duct tape and wrapped my mouth with it. I looked over at the bisharp holding his extended blade in the fireplace, getting it red hot. "MMM! HMMM! MmmHmm," was all I could get past the tape. I started to cry, and then I started to squirm. But they had my hand my hands and feet tightly bound to the legs of the table. "JAMES!" I screamed in my head. Not a second later he appeared, and stabbed the machoke in the leg with his blade, like he knew what was going on. He then charged at the bisharp and jabbed him in the stomach and followed with an uppercut, then threw him into a wall.
"MMMmmphh!" I exclaimed. James rushed to the table and ripped the tape off, "Kiara I'm not going to let you die, I'm not going to let this happen again." I had no idea what he was talking about, all I wanted was to get off of this table. He started to cut the rope around my right hand. "If I get you off this table, you're safe," he said. "What are you talking about?" I asked. He didn't respond, since the bisharp had gotten up and he socked James in the cheek. James did a psycho-cut in return, but the bisharp deflected the attack upwards and countered with a shadow claw and followed up with an iron head. James cried out in pain as the darkness sliced his chest, and flew backwards with the force of the second attack. He hit the wall and slid down it dazed. "Where the hell did he come from?!" the machoke yelled. He grabbed James and forced him to the ground, putting a knee on one arm so he couldn't get up.
Just then I heard a creak of metal above me. That's where it got deflected, right into the chandelier. "Get on with it! I've got him under control," the machoke ordered. The bisharp nodded and proceeded to deliver the torture. "Hey! Drake, right? Could you cut me loose?" I asked. "Do you think he's that stupid?" the machoke said. The bisharp touched the blade to my left shoulder, still glowing red, and quickly sliced down to my elbow. I screamed so loud I couldn't hear the blood probably hissing. Tears streamed from my eyes from the cold pain in my arm. At first there was pain, but then my arm went numb due to shock. "KIARA!" James shouted, only to be shut up by the machoke.
Then I had a plan. I used all of my fear, anguish, and anger to conjure an aura sphere in my right hand, and when he went to the other side I shot it into his stomach. He went flying across the room and slammed into the wall with a THUD. I then used my hand-spikes to poke through the ropes to weaken them so they could rip. But I was too late. I heard snapping of wires, and then looked up to see the chandelier going to fall, and I was right below it. "No, no no. Come on!" I thought as I struggled with the ropes. Then I heard James's voice.
"I'm sorry Kiara. I wish I could have been with you longer. Goodbye." Just as he said that the chandelier fell. Everything went into slow-motion, the chandelier was getting closer every second, and I couldn't do anything. Actually I wouldn't do anything because I was paralyzed with fear. All I did was brace for the hit, but when it was just about to make contact I felt a jerk. Everything blurred and suddenly I was on my stomach with an arm behind my back (my left one might I add). My vision cleared and I saw James up on the table. Then everything sped up, and I saw the chandelier impale James, with the sickening sound of ripping flesh and the TUNK of it hitting the table.
"What the Fuck?!" the machoke exclaimed. Using the opportunity of his shock, I heaved him off and ran to James's side. There was blood dripping off of the table, as well as some coming out of his mouth. "Oh Arceus. James, we need to get you to a hospital-" "Shh, you can't help me now. Someone had to die here, and I just couldn't let it be you. For five-hundred years I was put through the torture of having to fall in love with young women, not letting them know, and having to watch them die in front of me. The worst part was I couldn't prevent the deaths, no matter how or what I did. I am relieved to die here knowing your life is spared. Here's what I've been through." He touched my forehead and a barrage of memories flashed in my eyes. From them, I knew what he said was true, and not just delusions because he was dying. I paused for a second to take it all in. "So you loved me? All this time?" I asked. He nodded. "Well then, before you go," I said as I leaned close to him, "I'll give you this to remember me by." I then gave him a kiss, like one I would give Max. When we were done he said, "Thank you, I've been wanting one of those for a long time." "No problem," I said, trying to hold back tears. He closed his eyes, "Goodbye Kiara." And then he took his last breath.
This wasn't fair. Two of the closest pokémon I've known have died in less than a week of each other. I wanted to scream, hit something, and cry at the same time. I couldn't help but notice that my visitors didn't stay after the incident. I stood up, walked over to the couch, lied down, and went to sleep.
Ok, the chapter ended up being a little longer than I expected. I'm going to break this up into two chapters, Ch. 9 and Ch. 9.5.