PokeContestIkari Story: I Don't Want A Fighter
Chapter 7: Rampaging Revelations
Later the next day, Hikari had received a call from Kasumi, requesting her presence at her house as soon as she could. Not knowing what to expect, Hikari slipped on a pair of jean shorts, a black tank top and tennis shoes. She didn't even bother fixing her hair, for there was no one in the public who'd care.
This was a fact.
After ringing the doorbell, Kasumi appeared with Haruka right behind her, not looking pleased.
"Haruka, what's wrong?" Hikari immediately asked after Kasumi let her in.
"It's too damn early in the morning to do this." She responded, sluggishly walking over to the couch and plunging onto it.
"Anyway…what's up Kasumi?"
"Okay. Hikari, Haruka and I were talking—"
"Oh before you start, do you have any biscotti? I ran out yesterday and I haven't gotten to go to the store." Hikari interjected.
"Uh, no Hikari sorry."
"Oh…well, go ahead."
Kasumi motioned toward the couch, and Hikari complied, delicately placing herself next to the sprawled out Haruka.
"Yes, well Haruka and I were talking when you left last night, and I think it's smart for us to not go down to the fight club tonight…or ever again."
Hikari was instantly confused. "It was your guys' idea though!"
"Right, but aren't you afraid that Shinji is going to find out? He isn't stupid y'know!" Kasumi retorted.
"I need to find out why he's doing this though…it's enough that he's doing this, but I need to know why he went in this direction."
"Well it's not like we've advanced ever since we found the club." Haruka pointed out, her eyes fluttering.
Hikari glanced at her, eyes wide with disappointment. She felt as if the last two people that consistently cared about her well-being were about to give up on her. As of now, that was the last thing she wanted, because the person she thoroughly believed in loving her was not doing anything that these two young ladies have in the past few weeks. Feeling overwhelmed, she placed her hand against her forehead, feeling a small headache coming about.
Kasumi stood up and walked closer to Hikari, trying to keep the conversation calm.
"Have you ever thought that, don't hate me for this, but…maybe he's doing it because he likes to hurt people?
"NO THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Hikari immediately exclaimed, turning around and clenching her fists, "THAT'S NOT TRUE!"
"Hikari…" Kasumi began.
"That's not who he is he must be doing it for a reason!" Hikari rises to her feet and begins to pace. "Guys, please. We need to keep doing this until I know exactly why he's doing this. Then I can talk to him about it, and we can sort something out—"
"HIKARI!" Haruka suddenly exclaims. "OPEN YOUR EYES!"
Hikari turns back to the brunette who was on her feet as well.
"What? Haruka—"
"Your 'husband' is the definition of brute. He is an emotionless sack who wants nothing more than to feel powerful. First, he won the Sinnoh League, so of course, he wants more power. He does so by beating the SHIT out of those people down at the club. Not only is he powerful down there, but he has power over YOU, Hikari. He's making you think that he loves you, and that you loving him is what will get you through. This is the real FUCKING world, Hikari. You need to do real work to get by, and that involves appeasement and negotiation; not going around and beating people up behind your spouse's back. That dumbass doesn't love you, Hikari. He's holding you back. He's holding you back from success, and regaining your reputation after HE ruined it."
Hikari and Kasumi stood there in absolute shock. Haruka was heaving at this point, a fire burning in her eyes.
"Somebody had to tell you sooner or later. We've been trying to help you become your old self again Hikari, and going down to see your so-called 'love' fight people isn't helping. It's just bringing you down even more. What happened to the happy girl whose only love was the joy of Pokemon coordinating? I'll tell you what. She was fucking KILLED by that…that MONSTER! Hikari, I'm begging you…leave him. It'll do you good."
"Haruka, don't you think you're being a little rough—"
"No Kasumi, I really don't." Haruka interrupted. "She wants to be an adult, well, this is real life. You need to find the best way to get by. This isn't high school where the bad boy surprisingly sweeps you off your feet. This is where the bad MAN leads you down the wrong path. Before you know it, you'll be sucked into the dark world of trafficking and whatnot."
"…Haruka…" Hikari whispered, tears beginning to form in her royal blue eyes.
Haruka walked over to Hikari and embraced her tightly. "I don't want to lose my friend. She's the greatest I've had in a long while."
Hikari broke down at that moment. "I'm so sorry…"
Kasumi joined the embrace as Hikari continued on.
"It's just that when Shinji and I had run off from the arena, it seemed…it seemed as if he was the only one that still cared for me. I wanted to latch onto that care as soon as possible, so I guess I just don't want to let him go because he was the first one to never let me go…"
"We're your friends, sweetheart…" Kasumi began, "we'll always be there for you."
"You're the only friends I have…"
"We can change that." Haruka said. "We can totally revitalize your reputation."
"How can we do that?"
"We can't do that overnight dear. It'll take a lot of time." Kasumi pointed out.
"Oh…"
"But the first step is to get far away from Shinji."
Hikari looked up at both of them. "I…I don't know guys…"
"The first step is always the hardest, love."
"You guys don't understand…" Hikari stepped away from them and walked to the window, having discovered that it had started to rain. "When I first met Shinji, I was rapt in the superficial world of contests. I had almost been sucked into a materialistic point of view forever, but I met him and he totally snapped me out of it."
"Yeah, but look how your protest came about thanks to him. There are other ways to protest against something you're against." Kasumi pointed out.
"What's most important to me is that he was able to snap me out of it. I had known all along it was wrong but…"
"Hikari, you're just confused. I know that sounds incredibly cliché, but damn it, it's the truth." Haruka said. "This situation is so convoluted I'm surprised you haven't given up yet."
"I haven't given up yet because I have hoped that some day it'll all work out." Hikari continued to stare out the window, watching the rain fall down.
"You need to work though Hikari. These situations don't just work themselves out." Kasumi said.
"I know which is why I need to figure out what Shinji is doing and talk with him about it. He'll listen I swear!"
"How do you know Hikari? How do you know?" Haruka asked.
"He…he loves me…" Hikari mumbled.
"Does he really? Or are you just convincing yourself that he does?" Kasumi probed, moving closer to the young girl.
Haruka followed suit while Hikari looked down at her feet.
"You guys are my best friends." Hikari commented.
Haruka and Kasumi smiled at this, looking at one another for a second.
She turned around. "But I know what's in my heart. This is one of those things where I need to trust my instincts. He told me that we needed to stick out for one another, and that's what I'm going to do. I appreciate all that you guys have done, but this is in my hands now."
Not knowing what to say to that, Haruka and Kasumi exchanged glances for awhile before looking back at the seventeen-year old beauty. The looks on their faces were indecipherable; either they were giving in or giving up.
The silence drew on too long for our impatient Hikari, so she rushed out into the downpour, slamming the door shut behind her; Kasumi flinched.
"…Where do you suppose she's going?" Haruka asked.
"Hopefully she's just getting biscotti." Kasumi replied, looking at the door.
"…Do you suppose I was a bit rough on her?" Haruka asked.
"Well sure Haruka you were but…somebody has to be direct with her for once. She's just a kid after all…a kid stuck in this ill spoken situation that'll take maybe a year to get out of. The first thing she needs to do is get away from that bastard…then she'll start being herself again."
"I hope you're right…I don't like what she's becoming…it's like she's an empty vessel, y'know?"
"Yeah, would you like some tea?"
"Yeah sure."
The two start making their way to the kitchen when they hear two knocks on the door.
"HIKARI!" They both exclaim running to the door and ripping it open.
As lightning struck the sky, there stood Tall, Dark and Dangerous, dripping wet in a tank top and cargos. His coal eyes glowed with irrepressible anger as he stared at them.
The two girls could not help it; they screamed out at the sight and immediately flinched back, holding onto one another.
"Where. Is. She." He slowly asked, clenching and unclenching his fists.
Brown and blue eyes dilated in fear at the sight of him. A dark aura seemed to come off of his figure as he slowly made his way into the house.
"We-We don't know." Haruka finally spit out.
"You must know. You're the only two people she'd be with. Now, where. Is. She." He
."We told you…we don't know. She was just here, but she just ran off a minute ago. I swear to you." Kasumi tried to calmly state.
"You're going to help me find her." He stated, grabbing Haruka's arm with no hesitation.
"What makes you say that?" Haruka protested in annoyance, somehow being able to yank her arm away from him.
Slowly, he turned to look at them both, intimidating them immediately. He advances toward them, and looks them both straight in the eye.
"Because you two are the one who encouraged her to go out and grandstand herself in attire fit for a whore. You turned her into a sneaky little Delilah when she never should've been venturing into it in the first place. That's why you're helping me." He stated.
Kasumi and Haruka exchanged glances that asked, "how did he find out?"
Haruka's initial thought was that horny bartender, but she couldn't dwell on the thought for too long; Shinji's gaze of disgust was too powerful to abstain from.
"How could she have not been curious? She was concerned for your well-being, Shinji. She wanted to help you, because she loves you. For some odd reason, that girl"—Kasumi pointed at the door—"loves you like no other. Can't you understand that?"
Shinji stared at her for a couple seconds, taking in her words. Of course Hikari loved him; he knew she did right after he had kissed her for the first time. The look in her eyes made it so obvious; he loved that look. He hadn't seen it in a long time either.
He began thinking of her in that setting, with all those men prowling their eyes over her delicate little being; the thought made his gorge rise, as well as his anger. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes closed for a minute, trying to rid of those thoughts, but they kept pouring into his mind in handfuls.
Overcome with rage, he bolted out the door and slammed it shut without one more word to the frightened young women who stood trembling after the encounter.
She wanted her biscotti; so she was going to get it, damn it. Thankfully, the store was open for at least ten more minutes, so she could run in, get a box for the following morning and quickly walk home. The rain wasn't a hindrance for her at all; it was pacifying. She took her time, sporting a little twirl every now and then, even jumping in a dainty puddle. At that time, she did whatever she could to bring a smile to her face.
Because she knew nobody else would for a long time.
When she reached her home, lightning lit up the sky, as well as a tall dark figure that watched from afar as she entered. He didn't wait long after to go up to the house.
When she entered the home, it was dark and cold. She flipped the light switch but soon discovered that the electricity had gone off.
"Oh shit." She mumbled, making her way to the bedroom to get her outfit ready for the fight that night. Well, if it was still on that is. Either way, she'd find a way to go.
Trying to be surreptitious, he quietly closed the door and made his way to the bedroom, his anger increasing with each step. When he reaches the doorway, he just stares at her, watching her fiddle with the dress that bartender was eye humping her in. He almost lost it when he saw her hold it against her body and model it.
Actually, he did lose it.
"You're dead, princess." He muttered, drawing her attention.
She quickly flips around and backs herself up against the closet. "Shinji! You're home early!"
"Cut the shit Hikari. I know all about your little whore antics."
"…What-What whore antics? Shin-Shinji…you look tired may-maybe you should…"
"LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO SLEEP."
He slapped her hard and fast on both sides of her face. She fell to the ground, at his mercy.
"Why the HELL were you down there? I oughta kill you RIGHT NOW." He bent down to her level and violently cupped her chin.
She couldn't catch her breath; her heart was beating too fast. Between the stinging on her face and the ache in her chest, she couldn't make up words.
"You little bitch." He muttered into her ear. "You shouldn't be snooping around down there…especially in that…that get-up!"
She swallowed the sore lump in her throat, trying to hold back the tears. A small sob escaped from her mouth as he touched his forehead to hers.
"You will never go down to the club again. GOT IT?" He questioned, looking her straight in the eye.
Hikari looked into those eyes, and saw they were harder than rock, more indestructible than lead. There lingered no type of emotion, no concern for anybody; especially her. His teeth were bared as if he were a rabid animal, waiting to leap on his prey. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired, and at some point, she'd have to show him she wasn't some whiny little girl, or a lovesick little girl.
She was Hikari; just plain, loving Hikari.
He opened his mouth to yell at her again, but instead, felt a huge sting on his left cheek that made him fall onto his back.
"WHAT THE HELL?" He yells at her, hoping to kill her with his stare.
"Why do you do this to me? Why, Shinji?" She started asking, rising to her feet.
"Do what?" He rose to his feet as well, rubbing the side of his cheek.
"What do you mean 'what'? I mean you going out all day, coming back for maybe ten minutes, not saying a single word to me…"
Shinji did not mumble a word.
"Then I find out you're illegally FIGHTING? Why didn't you tell me? I'm your FUCKING WIFE!"
She does not flinch back when he clenches his fists; even if he did punch her, she wouldn't care. This had been on her chest long enough and she needed to relieve it on someone; even if that particular someone didn't care.
"Why do you fight Shinji? Why?" She asks, throwing her hands up in the air.
Shinji remains silent.
"Shinji?...SHINJI I'M TALKING TO YOU!"
"I can't tell you."
"Why the FUCK not?"
"I…I just can't, all right? Stay out of my business."
She could not believe the audacity this man had. She was literally unable to comprehend why he was doing this to her.
"You know, you think you're so great Shinji. You're such a rogue, even though you won the Sinnoh League, and you managed to turn little ol' me into one of your Manchurian candidates, and even worse, your wife. But you want to know something? I was doing just fine until you came along. I was SO CLOSE to winning that ribbon cup, and finally being free from contests, but you just had to turn it into a huge histrionic event. At first I thought that it was good, and that you actually cared about me and were going to stick with me forever but now I realize, you don't care. All you care about is keeping that dark persona, scaring people…all that stupid shit. Worst of all, Shinji"—she gets in his face—"I thought you loved me."
He just stared at her, not making a single reaction to her speech.
"I'll make your life easier by just leaving."
She turns on her heel, and stomps out of the room, screaming to him:
"I WILL NEVER LOVE YOU AGAIN!"
Cliffy!
Y'all hate me, I know ;)
Anyways do you guys know I'm alive? Let's have a parade! :D
...POKEMON PARADE.
Okay so I just got my own laptop, meaning that I''ll be able to update these stories more often, yaaaay! So, I'm gonna start up on my abandoned stories such as this one, S is for Slaughter, and a couple oneshots here and there. I have a new idea for a Pokeshipping oneshot for all you Pokeshipping fanatics!
I haven't thought of a title yet, but I view Ash and Misty as that couple that'll last forever, so it's all about the revitalizing of young love in its own antique way. We'll see how it turns out.
I have great plot ideas, but ruin them almost immediately with my writing ^^;
Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter! This one is gonna end soon...it might have, like, 10 chapters? Maybe. I need to end one of these soon because S is for Slaughter I plan to have 26 chapters...Hopefully I can draw it out long enough. :D
~Im-A-Horror-Freak