The next morning, Lusamine and Ash were called to Aether Paradise by Wicke, the head of the artificial island having found the dead bodies of Terrance and Faba. By the time the duo got there, the Alolan Police were already at work, investigating and cornering off the crime scene.
Standing aside to get a word in with Wicke, Ash and Lusamine began to toss a few questions her way.
"What do we know?" Lusamine sighed, disgusted from the mental image of Faba's dead body left scared in her brain.
"Our surveillance cameras were down. We don't know anything aside from the fact that a guard was supposed to replace Terrance for the midnight shift guarding the cell." Wicke shook her head, holding her hand to the side of her face in stress. "None of this bodes well. This is most definitely foul play. I mean, where would he have even gotten that gun?!"
"It's the Prospects. It had to be. They came to shut him up for good before we got another try at getting info from him." Ash scoffed, looking down the hall as Police began to take photographs, the light of their camera flashes leaking out into the hallway where the trio spoke.
"Alola realizes our artificial island as a pseudo sovereign area, but we still operate mostly on their rule of law." Wicke informed Ash. "I'm certain they'll ask Lusamine and I to speak with them, but you just keep your head down. If they ask you anything, just say you came here on a VIP tour when they came to investigate."
"Got it." Ash agreed, heeding her advice to avoid unnecessary questioning.
"It's ok, Ash. I will take it from here." Lusamine smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Actually, we'll take it from here." A voice called from the end of the hallway.
Stepping off the main service elevator was a well dressed trio. On the left hand side was a young woman roughly in her late 20's, wearing a black suit pants and tie with a white undershirt, with her long violet pony tailed hair swaying behind her, her black gloved hands clutching a tablet. On the right was an older man in his late 30's, early 40's, with slightly graying short black hair, bags under his eyes, and a long brown trench coat and pants like he was out of a detective movie. In the center was another man, just a bit older than the other one, with pure silver grey hair and a navy blue business suit and matching pants, the man adjusting his black and blue stripped tie as he walked down the hall with his associates.
Seeing the trio approaching, the officer heading the investigation and her subordinate walking towards them, holding their hand up to stop them.
"Sir, this is a crime scene. I'm afraid I'll have to ask you stay on this side of the hall." The police woman said, a name badge on her uniform reading 'Jenny'.
"Head Detective Ian Braun. Interpol. These are field agents Anabel and Looker." The man in the middle spoke arrogantly, holding out his badge. "We will be overseeing the investigation of this little incident."
"Wait, who let you in?!" Wicke asked, never hearing about Interpol coming to partake in the investigation.
"We have ears in every police station across the globe, ma'am. Being that this pleasant, fake island resides in international waters, that makes this our jurisdiction." Ian said without even addressing Wicke with eye contact, stuffing his badge back in his suit pocket before waving to his associates to enter the crime scene, only for the two of them to remain stationary.
"With all due respect, sir, but we're already conducting the investigation ourselves." Jenny responded, irritated by the man's tone toward her, her subordinate remaining stalwart beside her.
"Not anymore, you're not. This is my crime scene now. You're to submit any and all evidence to our department, providing us the eyewitnesses accounted for, as well as their written testimony. After that, you are to remove yourself from the scene, forthwith." Ian sneered, waving the woman away. "Are you still here? My time is precious. Make yourself scarce. Shoo!"
Growling in frustration at being bossed around, Jenny went around to gather the rest of her fellow policemen. After relinquishing any and all material pertaining to the scene, Jenny spoke to Wicke.
"I'm sorry Wicke. My hands are tied here. If I dug my heals in to them, my bosses wouldn't let that slide." Jenny sighed.
"It's ok, dear. You and your team did your best." Wicke smiled. "Still not sure what was so important for the likes of them to show up as early as they did. I only phoned you guys a couple hours ago."
"I'd keep my wits about, if I were you lot." Jenny warned Wicke and Lusamine. "Those interpol types are as cunning as they are callous. That Braun especially. He's got a rep."
With Jenny leaving, Ash began to recall something he heard a while ago.
"I feel like I heard something familiar..." He grumbled under breath.
"Sir, according to these reports made by staff and the coroner of the Alola PD, the victim seems to have been involved in some form of corporate espionage." Anabel advised her superior, reading from a data pad containing all the reported details of staff testimony and evidence on site. "According to the President, Faba -our victim- was allegedly hoping to make contact with the criminal group knows as prospects. Do you think the group really has gotten this far of a reach?"
"What I know, Field Agent Anabel, is we have yet to discern the reasons behind this event. I'd ask you to keep baseless speculative remarks until after we've thoroughly examined the body." Ian scolded Anabel, chiding her remarks relating any of this to Prospects. "For all we know, the man was simply a depressed, overworked suit. Now, if we're done wasting time...let's get this over with."
At the end of the hallway, Ian and his subordinates overlooked the crime scene, with Anabel's stomach churning from the gruesome details, turning her head at the sight. Looker looking on in grief and somber for the dead, while Ian, however, remained completely stoic and apathetic.
"Anabel, you aren't necessary for this part. Go interview the group outside, see if their stories coincide with the stories they told the local PD. Looker, you're with me in here." Ian ordered.
"Sir, while this is for sure in an area in the ocean that Interpol hold jurisdiction, how on earth did you know about this beforehand? Our flight from Kalos last night was quite...sudden. According to the local police, the woman outside only reported this a couple hours ago."
"My sources of information come from higher sources than you'd be privy too, detective. I trust you won't be asking any more inane questions from here on." Ian scoffed, dismissing Looker's question.
"Yes sir." Looker apologized, turning to focus on the murder scene.
Back outside, Anabel began to address the three remaining outside the room, holding a data pad in her hand.
"Any eyewitness accounts have already been documented and transferred to our department. I will try to avoid taking your folks' time up any longer than I need to." She said, the young detective reaching her free hand up to adjust her tie. "You, young man? Do you mind if we spoke? You don't seem like staff to me. Can I have your name and where you live?"
"Name's Ash Ketchum. I am currently enrolled at Lumiose Academy as in the trainer class. I currently live on campus." Ash responded.
"You're from Kalos, too? Our branch is located in Lumiose, as luck would have it." Anabel nodded, putting an entry into her data pad. "Would you mind if we spoke in private? One can find it...unfair to be made to ask questions related to an event of this matter if in the company of other who would influence your words."
"Why does he need to go with you?" Lusamine asked, coming to Ash's defense. "This is my company. He's merely my guest aboard Aether Paradise."
"Lusamine, it's ok." Ash waved to her, dismissing his secret servant. "Wicke, do you have a conference room the detective can interview me in?"
"Y-yes, of course. Allow me to take you there." Wicke obeyed, escorting the duo to another room in another section of the sub level.
With the door shutting softly behind them, Ash and Anabel found a pair of opposing couches, sitting on opposite ends of each other. Throwing her pony tail back over her shoulder, Anabel returned her attention to Ash.
"So... judging from Aether Paradise records, you visited the island just yesterday morning. You interrogated Faba in the hopes of gleaning anything he may know about Prospects, only for him to be silenced by a mysterious 3rd party on the night of that very day. Am I interpreting all of this correctly?" She asked bluntly, laying the law down immediately.
"Who said anything about me being here yesterday? And interrogating that man?" Ash feigned innocence, hoping his locked eye contact would be enough to dissuade the detective.
"Oh, no need to play coy. I see that your knuckles are bruised from blunt force trauma. Similar marks and bruises were seen on Faba, as discovered by Alola PD, but are hours older than the wound that did him in." Anabel smiled, playing her hand immediately. "Thing is, Ash. I think you are more than an average high school student on a school field trip."
"I never said I was on a school trip." Ash retorted.
"Thing is, Ash. I've been investigating any and all incidents related to Prospects. Their recruitment methods. Their operations. Their conspirators. This operation is huge. And I believe that you might know more about this than you are leading on." Anabel grinned before offering a proposition. "I wanna know what really is going on here. I know that Ian ass hole outside is corrupt. He has a brother in the Lumiose PD that we know has connections with Prospects. A certain commissioner Ratcliff Braun. I had hoped to catch Lusamine's ear in the hopes she might know something, but i have a hunch that you are a big piece to this puzzle. Let's work together. If you give me any and all information you have regarding Prospects, I'll do everything in my power to offer you a substantial prize."
Sitting on his side of the room, remaining composed yet concerned that this detective already had his number, Ash decided to continue playing cautiously.
"Do I really look like I'm capable of all of that? I'm just a simply high school student! Even if I humored you and took whatever kind of deal you're offering, I doubt I'd be worth that much to you." Ash continued playing dumb.
"Seeing how casually you addressed the President of Aether Foundation and her second in command, especially the former, given her status as a candidate for Lumiose Governor, I'd say you must have quite an influence." Anabel grinned, hardly fooled by his attempts to hide his secrets. "Maybe I'm getting off on the wrong foot, here. Why don't I tell you some things about myself that you'd like to know first. Ask anything you like."
"Ok, we'll...why don't you tell me some general things about yourself?" Ash asked.
"Well, as you know, my name is Anabel. I'm 27 years old, currently the youngest detective ever known to become an Interpol officer, for that matter. I love reading books and card games in my spare time, and I have a sweet tooth, especially for soft serve ice cream."
"Well, here's another. What would you say to going on a date or two with me?" Ash boldly asked, changing the initiative to meet his own means.
Blushing at the comment, Anabel stared at the teenager.
"W-well I'd say that's extremely immoral of me to date a teenager, let alone someone ten years younger than me..." Anabel stuttered, flustered by the the young man. "But I suppose I could keep it a secret if it meant I can gain information on the case."
"Well, then I'm quite interested in your deal..." Ash began to say, deviously putting his hand into his pocket. "There's just one problem, though. It's not gonna go down the way you think it is. As of this moment, you'll be my property. A dirty, secret sex slave to serve my purposes."
"Excuse me?!" Anabel stammered, only to be caught off guard as the hypno pen Ash had in his hand now activated, the laser pointing into the detective's eye, her lids growing droopy and her curvy body going limp.
Keeping the pen locked onto his prey, Ash drew closer, getting up off his couch to sit alongside his newest victim, groping her perky chest through her business suit, her nipples poking through the fabric from the stimulation.
"You like when I touch you like that, don't you, slave?" Ash taunted his capture, Anabel helplessly and emotionless lay nodding her head in approval, deep down in her subconscious, the young detective enjoying the touch of a younger man on her body. "As of this moment, and forever after; you are my secret sex slave, serving me and my other slaves alone. I own you, body, mind and soul. You love and revere me and will stop at nothing to appease me. You will work as my eyes and ears in the police and relay me information related to prospects, as well as act in the interest of Vipers, my gang I control from the shadows."
Nodding her head as her brainwashing commenced, Anabel remained stunned, transfixed by the all-commanding light beaming orders directly into her brain.
"You love to please me and your fellow slave sisters, and you love to have sex with my other sex slaves, knowing it arouses me. You will also keep an eye out for any delicious, attractive women when you are out on patrol. You will arrest them discreetly and bring the, to the Scarlet Cabaret where they can be programmed to obey my commands. Breaking the will of other women gives you pleasure and being a good, submissive girl is what your Master loves to see in you." Ash continued to further instill commands. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Master..." Anabel blankly relayed to her new owner, the brainwashing successful.
"Then awake to your knew life of service and pleasure." Ash grinned deviously, shutting off the device.
Blinking a few times, Anabel came to her senses, her mind broken and washed from the device, her thoughts only dwelling on one thing and one thing only: the handsome teenager sitting beside her, molesting her firm bosom.
"Oh, my Master! I'll obey any request you have for me!" The young detective hummed, getting up close to kiss the young man who enslaved her.
"Let's see, then..." Ash hummed. "For my first command..."
"Anabel!" A familiar voice called out. "Get your ass outside. We're done with our inspection. A clean up crew will take things from here, so move it!"
"Shit, it's my boss!" Anabel grunted, the violet haired woman clearly dissatisfied how things had to be cut off, lest she and her new Masterks dirty secret get discovered immediately. "Here's my contact info, Master! Please, if you have any information pertaining to Prospects, I'd love to hear it! I can use it to push Interpol into making a more meaningful case."
"I shall ask them same of you, my pet. Any new info you gain, you run by me." Ash ordered here, spanking her on the ass as she left. "And don't you forget...I'm gonna claim your body as my own, soon enough..!"
Winking in affirmation back at her new owner, Anabel straightened her suit and hair, exiting the room and rejoin Braun and Looker outside.
Waiting a moment before exiting himself, Ash noticed Braun making some conversation with Lusamine before departing. Joining up with his servant, Ash asked her what was said.
"What did he have to say?"
"Apparently, Faba's death as been ruled as 'self inflicted'." Lusamine shook her head.
"What?!" Ash growled. "That's bullshit! This has foul play written all over it!"
"I know, but there's nothing we can do now. They've already called for a cleanup crew to deal with the remains." Lusamine replied. "...I've also been ordered to lock down this entire wing, opening it only for when the cleanup crew arrives."
"This reeks." Ash shook his head. "I remember what Hilda told me. She overheard a police Commissioner in Kalos called Braun who was having dealings with Prospects. There very likely is a connection here. I just don't know what it is. Whoever's controlling Prospects has deep connections, and no matter what we've done, we're still no closer to knowing their true goals. Whatever is set it happen at the Parfume Palace Event is gonna be big, I just know it."
"My best advice is to lay low for now, Master. The enemy must know we had interrogated Faba right before they silenced him. If Faba broke down over us, he most definitely told whoever murdered him we visited him." Lusamine warned.
"I agree. For now, I will remain to playing the role of a standard student." Ash nodded. "We wait out the rest of this field trip, then it's back to Kalos. Besides, I've been meaning to break someone into being my toy for a while now."
"Oh? And who might that be?" Lusamine asked.
"My mother, of course!" Ash grinned.
Author's Note: Hello once again, dear readers. YaboySteven back again with another chapter of the HighSchool Hypno Harem. My apologies for getting this out so late, as real life events have preoccupied me otherwise. Regardless, I hope this chapter will suffice for now, as I currently am already working on the chapter after it, this time focusing on Ash finally capturing his mother.
Many of you might be wondering what my posting schedule would look like in the future, but truth be told, even I have found it difficult to determine when it's right to write more chapters for my fanfics. If at all possible, after the next chapter in the HighSchool Hypno Harem, I'd like to continue establishing my newest fanfic, Pokémon: Rise of The Phoenix, since many more have taken to it than I had expected. If anyone who's reading this fanfic enjoying a more story focused fanfic, while still retaining the smut you'd expect in my other works, please feel free to give it a look and tell me what you think in the reviews.
Otherwise, should you wish to see my other works, such as this one get developed further, you need not wait long, for the Delia chapter is soon to release after this chapter goes live. I hope it was worth the wait. To those reviewers who have asked me about my other fanfics, I'm sorry to say many of them are currently on a hiatus period, as I am without the inspiration or wit to continue writing them for the time being. I'm sorry if this comes as a disappointment to others, but I've come to realize that, especially when it comes to my Ash Hypno Harem part 2 fanfic, I've felt dissatisfied in the quality and direction of the writing, and thus have hit a bump in the road.
But I digress. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, look forward to the chapter after this one, and should you wish it, if you wish to see the Pokémon world set in a more medieval fantasy setting, look no further than my Pokémon: Rise of The Phoenix fanfic. Either way, I hope you enjoy and continue to leave your opinions of my work in the reviews below. Happy reading!