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PokéCase Closed	By : LyokoWarrior19 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two: Houndoom Attacks!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Pokémon fandom, nor do I make any money from this.

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   He made many mental notes as he surveyed the area. First and foremost was the burn marks that covered the barren ground. The mark started narrow and widened as it shot from the Pokémon’s mouth northwards. The body of the man was completely burned, the skin charred and black. The next thing he noticed was a small object half buried in the dirt. Akira hummed in confusion and walked over to it, crouching down. ‘Now, just what is this?’ He examined it an put it in his pocket, then stood once more, turning to the boy who was sitting in the back of a squad car. “Let him out, un cuff him.”

   The boy was lead over to him, and his hands were released. “Look, this was an accident. Plain and simple. I don’t see the need for all this.” He growled as he rubbed his sore wrists.

   Akira nodded. “I agree. Still, this is protocol.”

   The boy named Huro glared at him. “Protocol? It’s protocol to call a nine year old to a crime scene? You have got to be kidding me.”

   “I assure you,” The younger boy spoke, sarcasm dripping like venom from his voice, “that I won’t waist too much of your time. Now, mind explaining what happened here?” He asked, stretching his arm out to emphasize his point.

   Huro shrugged, putting his hands in his pockets coolly. “About 3 months ago I lost to him. So I challenged him to a re-match. His Jolteon used sand-attack and I countered with fire-blast. But, Houndoom couldn’t see and hit the trainer who was standing off to the side. It was an accident.”

   Akira nodded and walked around the battle field. “Could you show me?” He asked cocking his head to the side. “How about you battle me and, you show me what happened. I want to see if Houndoom will attack me with the fire-blast when he can see.”

   Taking a deep breath, he nodded and pulled out his Pokéball, releasing his Houndoom. He stood on the opposite side of the field, and took a deep breath. Houndoom held itself tall and firm, looking confident against Akira.

   The young boy released his own Pokémon, and a Grumpig appeared. The Grumpig happily danced for a moment before turning to it’s opponent. It grunted and stood on it’s hind legs, making itself appear large. “Ready?” Akira asked.

   The boy gulped and nodded. “Alright, Houndoom, use - ”

   “Use the attack you started with against the Jolteon.” Akira interrupted calmly.

   He nodded once more. “Houndoom, use scratch!”

   Akira noted how the Houndoom limped as he went on the attack. There was scarring covering his hind legs. “Grumpig, he is lame in the hind leg. Get behind him and use Power gem.” He shouted out his command in a calm, sure voice, booming over the thick, heavy, silence in the air. When the Grumpig did as he was told, Akira noted how the Houndoom could barely turn around. The Houndoom was hit with the Power gem and fell to the ground. It struggled to get up. “Now that his back is turned to me, command him to use the move.”

   “Houndoom,” Akira could hear and see the contempt flash in the teenagers face, “Use Fire-blast!”

   The Houndoom obeyed and used a very powerful fire blast, aimed directly at the Grumpig. “Protect.” A green shield absorbed the blast and Akira recalled his Pokémon. Still, his fingers played with the small metal object in his pocket. He walked over to the teenager, a bewildered look in his eyes. “Now, the opponent, his name was Mathew James?” Once he got a nod, he furrowed his brows and walked over to the Jolteon that was sitting by a police car. It was now an orphaned Pokémon, as Mathew had no family, no friends to take him in. “Hm…Isn’t he the same Matthew James that is under investigation?” He asked Police Chief Jenny.

   She nodded and opened a folder. “Yeah, apparently he has been cheating by using a device that emits an electrical pulse. He would conjure up a sand attack with the Jolteon then drop the device. When the Pokémon went to attack where the device was, it would be hit with a full force, direct hit thunder-fang. The boy’s Houndoom took a hit from it, and the Pokémon was told it couldn’t fight again.”

   Once more, Akira played with the device in his pocket. “Hey,” He crouched down. “I want to catch this guy, girl, but I need your help. You up to it?” The Jolteon nodded sadly, but stood. The nine year old smiled to the Pokémon as he, too, stood. He would have loved to use his Houndour, but he needed to replicate the situation just right in order to make things work. “Alright, one more time. I decided that maybe an electric attack confused your Pokémon. I don’t have of my own, so I’m going to use the late Matthew’s.” He lied after he reached the battle field once more. He then crouched down and whispered, “Now, I want you to be in the exact same position you were in the last time this happened. Do everything the same. Witnesses said you used thunderbolt, then tackle, and then a sand-attack?” When the Jolteon nodded, he stood. “Ok. Let’s go. Just like you did it last. I need to see if a thunder attack impairs judgment.”

   Akira noted how the boy gulped. His face stretched towards his ears, horizontally, and his lower eyelids tensed. His upper eyelids raised slightly, and his eyebrows raised and pushed together. All of this happened in a second, but it made Akira smirk: he had him now. “Houndoom, use scratch!”

   When the giant dog Pokémon started to barrel towards them, Akira noted how the Jolteon relaxed it’s body completely - it was a great fighting Pokémon. “Thunderbolt!”

As the Pokémon did as he commanded, the Houndoom was struck in the side - it tried to jump to the left to dodge, but it’s hind legs would not let him. “Now tackle!” The electric Pokémon charged forward and made a direct hit, causing the Houndoom to roll away due to the impact. Their positions led Akira to believe everything was duplicated to the last battle. “Sand-attack, Jolteon! Make a cloud.”

   The dust kicked up, nothing could be seen. Huro knew he had to order his Houndoom to use fire-blast, but he also thought that nothing would happen, no, the order of events had not been the same as his last. “Fire-blast!” He was correct. The Houndoom attacked towards the last place he saw the Jolteon at, though he did miss. “See?” He asked, feigning annoyance.

   Smiling, he nodded, “Yes. One more time, though, if you please! Jolteon! Sand-attack!”

   Rolling his eyes, Huro commanded his Pokémon once more. But this time, when the dust settle, he was shocked at what he saw.

   Akira stood, his Grumpig in front of him. The psychic Pokémon had released it’s protect. His Houndoom had let loose a fire-blast at the pair. The young boy smirked. “I think I’ve seen enough.” He walked over to a spot in the ground and picked up the small device he had found earlier. “Jenny, if you would please arrest that man.”

   Huro protested loudly, yelling and hollering. Once the teenager was dragged over to Akira, the younger, shorter, boy explained.

   “When you lost to Matthew the first time, he cheated. He threw one of these devices into the field after a sand-attack.” Akira held up the metal cube, so small in his fingers, “You’re prized Houndour, your starter, was so badly injured, his hind legs barely work. He is no longer a battling Pokémon.” The nine year old felt bad for the fire Pokémon - it was in a Houndoom’s blood to fight. “You wanted revenge on ruining your dreams, so you trained the Houndour - making it evolve in the process - to act on a certain order of commands. The first was the Jolteon being in the battle, the second was the sand-attack, and the third was this little device to be placed in the field and activated.” Akira pressed the tiny bottom on the side of the cube, and it glowed yellow. “In this order of commands, the Houndoom would attack the trainer, not the Pokémon. As I demonstrated. The first time I battled with Jolteon, I did not use this cube. But the second time I issued the sand-attack, I did. The second time triggered your Houndoom to attack me because of his training.”

   Akira sighed and walked over to the Houndoom, who was sitting by it’s master. He pet it’s head and smiled sadly. “It was a terrible thing, what happened to you. But what’s even more terrible is the fact that you now are going to loose your life-partner over something so trivial.” Akira looked up to the trainer with a glare. “Matthew was under investigation. He would have lost his trainer license.” He informed the boy. Sighing once more he stood, his own Houndour at his side. He pet the puppy’s head, not able to look at him.

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   The nine year old got home late that night. His Houndour eagerly ran to it’s bed, laying down to snooze, and he allowed his Pokémon loose (all expect the Rapidash, who was far too large for his house) to do as they wanted. Akira smiled as a smell wafted to his nose - dinner. He walked towards the kitchen and saw Richard cooking for him. The egg was placed on a dog bed on the table. Seviper was wrapped around it, cradling it and hissing softly. “Smells good.”

   The older boy didn’t even glance back at him. “My mom taught me, before she died.” He said simply, still not looking at the boy who invited him into his home. “I got word from the Academy. They expelled me for attacking Martin.” He commented with a shrug as Akira was sliding into a seat at the table.

   “Hm.” The young boy humming in disapproval. “I’ll figure something out,” He said off handedly. He then smiled, looking down at the Egg. “So, any change in the egg yet?”

   Richard set a plate in front of him, to which he was grateful. “It moved today. Think it will hatch soon. Seviper has been helping me out with it.” The teenager pet his Seviper’s head, then patted the egg gently. Said egg shook a little, then stilled. Sighing, the teen sat down to eat with his new ‘friend.’ It was a tense silence that fell between the two. It had been less then a month since Richard had moved into Akira’s house. The sociopath was polite enough, but Akira could tell that there was something just…wrong about him. Like he wasn’t all there.

   “Hello?”

   Akira turned as he heard Police Chief Jenny call out to them as she opened he door to his house. He sighed and stood, greeting the woman. He noticed that the Jolteon was by her side. “Can I help you with something, Chief Jenny?”

   She bit her lip. It was the first time Akira had ever seen her truly nervous. “Yes, well…it wasn’t my idea, rather it was hers…” She spoke slowly, tilting her head towards the Jolteon. Said Pokémon moved forward and rubbed it’s head gently against Akira’s hand.

   The young boy crouched down, ignoring the hot stare of Richard, who was looking at the scene from the kitchen doorway with interest. “You…want to stay with me, don’t you girl?” He asked gently, scratching behind one of her hears. Her normally spiky and electric charged fur was surprisingly soft in his hands. He heard her purr for a second before nodding her head slowly. She then looked up at him with pleading eyes and he sighed. “Guys, come here. Meet your new teammate.” He spoke softly, with a small smile.

   All his Pokémon greeted the orphaned Jolteon happily. Chononeko was, perhaps, the happiest, for she was no longer the only girl in the group of men. The Eevee was also very happy to meet it’s own kind, and he brushed against her comfortingly. She mewed happily and immediately, the Pokémon and she were playing, running through the house and chasing each other. They were laughing, and some were purring. It almost melted Akira’s heart. He turned back to Jenny and smiled. “Alright. I suppose that is all then?”

   The woman was smiling softly and nodded. “Yeah, that’s all. I’ll see you for the next case, Akira.” She turned cold eyes to Richard and nodded to him before leaving the house.

   “Why did you say yes?” Richard asked, confusion evident in his eyes.

   Akira looked at him, pondering the question. After a minute, he shrugged and walked by the boy, answering, “She needed me.” He could tell the older boy didn’t understand, but Richard didn’t ask any more questioned. Akira guessed he had a lot to think about.

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   A week later, Akira awoke to the smells of sweets cooking in his kitchen. Groggily, he rubbed his eyes and left his bed, clad in his Houndour pajamas. The wood floor was cool beneath his feet, making him shiver, but he continued on to his house, “Richard?” He called out with a yawn, “What are you doing?”

   “Morning sleeping beauty!”

   Akira froze, his eyes wide. His mother was standing in the kitchen in a sun dress and a bright pink apron. On the table there was cookies of every kind, brownies, a few different cakes, and many other sweet foods. “Mom? What are you doing here? Did you fly all the way from Hoenn?” He asked groggily. He noted his Houndour, who was sitting on the floor next to his mom, his stubby tail wagging excitedly. He was also wearing a pink apron to his trainer’s dismay.

   His mom looked at him dumbfounded for a moment. “Why…Akira…It’s your birthday!” She cooed, putting down a baking tray full of delicious looking cookies. “Did you forget your own birthday?”

   Once more his eyes widened. He had forgotten his own birthday. Before he could get a word from his mouth, his roommate walked into the room, wearing a pair of boxers. He, too, looked as if he had just woken up. “Dude,” He started to speak, “Who’s the hot chick baking cookies?”

   Akira’s mom blushed bright red. She was a beautiful woman, though, so she was complimented a lot. Her hair was a soft crimson red and waved down to her lower back, and her eyes were bright and blue, always shining with love. “Um…Akira, who is your friend?”

   The now ten year old boy rolled his eyes. “She’s my mom and you shall refrain from talking to, or about, her in such a manner.” Akira sighed. It was going to be a long - long - day.
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