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Fallen	By : Twill Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2128 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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I woke early. Riah sat against the rickety headboard with her knees pulled to her chest. Despite the cool air in the room, a sheen of sweat covered her body. Sometime during the night she had tucked the blankets around me.
I rose and sidled up to her, nuzzling her cheek. She didn't respond, but slipped an arm around my head and pulled me to her chest before sinking her face into my soft mane. She clung desperately to me.
I let her hold me. If anything, I needed the comfort more than she, and her firm grip contained a shadow of her old confidence. I didn't understand her sickness, or what the human doctors had told her. They were all human troubles, and even had I asked, I doubt I'd understand. I was useless in this fight.
I touched Riah's side. “Dress.” She felt cold despite the sweat.
She mumbled into my fur. “Why bother? I'm not going anywhere.”
I licked at her collarbone, and Riah giggle weakly. I continued until she pushed me away.
“Fine. You win. Just give me a minute.” She slumped backwards against the headboard.
I got off the bed in an attempt to help. A majority of the clothing spread about the room hadn't been washed, and were stained or jammed in one corner or another, too wrinkled to wear. On top of that, I didn't understand the complex rules for choosing clothing. Riah had only let me pick out her clothing once. She then refused to wear what I chose.
A relatively clean button-down hung across the back of the room's small chair.
“Just try it on! You only have to wear it for a second.” Riah held out one of her shirts towards me, a light gray one with buttons all down the front. We sat at the edge of a small fire, Riah's tent already set up and the remains of our meal cleaned away.
I shook my head. “Fur.”
Riah rolled her eyes. “Quit being so stubborn! Here, let me put it on for you.” She advanced on me.
I tried to struggle, but what could I do? She grinned like an idiot while stuffing my arms into the constricting human garment. The cloth compressed the fur along my arms, pressing it the wrong way, and the collar didn't fit right. The tuft of fur on my chest filled out the shirt's chest, and once Riah fasted all the buttons, she stood back to take a look.
I could see the struggle on her face, a vain struggle to hide her amusement. She soon lost the battle and rolled back on the ground laughing hysterically. “Look at you!”
I felt like an idiot. “Off,” I growled, but she didn't hear me over her raucous mirth. The shirt constricted my arms and chest, but hung free around my torso. I didn't dare tear her shirt, but I couldn't manage the tiny buttons with my claws. Trapped.
She regained her composure after a few minutes and sat up wiping the tears from her eyes. “That's too cute.” Firelight glittered off her large brown eyes . She tackled me to the ground, careless of her shirt that still bound me. She whispered close to my ear. “Thank you for putting up with all my crap.”
I took the shirt from the chair.
Somehow I felt that attempting to put the shirt on wouldn't get the same reaction as last time. Riah's patience wore thin quickly as of late. I touched her shoulder to get her attention and offered the shirt.
She took it with a muttered “thanks,” putting it on but only fastening half the buttons, leaving the collar and bottom free. “Hey, Del? Why don't you get out of here for a few hours?” She stared at her feet while speaking. “Find a park, or, I don't know – do whatever you'd like. Get out in the sun.”
“Zorrrr...” I tried to nuzzle up against her.
Riah pushed me away. “Don't be cute with me. You've spent the past few weeks at my side. It's not fair to you. Get away from this shit-hole.” She looked on the verge of tears, and her voice quieted to little more than a whisper. “I'm not going anywhere. I'll be fine.”
Maybe she needed some time alone too. Riah never liked letting me see her cry. That didn't make leaving any easier. I created an illusion to hide myself and left the room.
I didn't make it far. Without Riah, I felt lost. She liked the cities, not me. I leaned against the wall and slid down to sit across from our room. The carpet might have once been a vibrant criss-cross pattern, but years of uncleaned dirt had all but recolored it.
What now? I could go wander about, but I had no desire to visit one of the imitation forests, and a trip outside the city would take too long. And without Riah...
My claws balled into fists. I was useless. Not even five minutes without her and I turned into a whimpering lap-dog. I stood, intent on – what, following her instructions to roam the city? I was glad no other pokemon were around to see me.
I could visit one of the human hospitals. If I could force a doctor to help her – they'd probably blame Riah. Steal better medicine? Were there fights I could participate in without Riah? That might earn enough money to get us out of this place.
I sat for a while outside our room. A few humans walked by, carrying the stench of unwashed bodies and smoke, none of them the wiser of my presence. And then one of them stopped outside Riah's room. I didn't react out of shock.
A male – he had a tall, wiry build, and compared to most who wandered by, seemed more or less clean. He wore dark blue jeans and an impressively wrinkled black shirt that featured some human band. It featured what looked to be a pair of entwined Sevipers. I didn't see his face. The man knocked twice before entering the room. The door snapped shut behind him.
I leapt to my feet, heart pounding. Did I rush in? The human hadn't looked familiar, but I rarely paid them any attention. Did Riah know him? Did he plan to attack her? Rob us? Only muffled voices made it through the heavy door, and even pressing my ear to the paint-chipped surface didn't help.
Was this why Riah wanted me to leave? Dammit. I paced outside the door, barely remembering to keep myself hidden. No sounds of a struggle, no shouting. What if-
I laughed mirthlessly. Riah didn't need me. She always had everything under control. Time dragged by. The hallway had no source of natural light beyond the stagnant, sickly yellow bulbs. Without the sun visible, it could have been hours for all I knew, but I stayed.
Eventually the door opened, and the man walked out without a glance backward, as short-spoken as he entered. He didn't matter though.
I jumped to the door, claws on the handle, and waited to a waited for a hurried five count before creating an illusion around the door and easing it open. Riah sat on the bed, fiddling with the bag that contained her medicine. I breathed, not realizing I'd stopped. It hit me.
Riah's scent followed in the man's wake. Mixed with the pungent musk of sex. I stared. She sat on the edge of the bed, skin flush, naked. The shirt I gave her lay discarded in a crumpled heap on the floor.
I almost snapped the flimsy metal handle off the door. Anger set me into motion, unsure of where to strike. I closed the door. Riah wanted me to leave the hotel? Fine. I stalked off after the human. He'd already left, but that mocking trail, covered in my trainer's scent would lead right to him.
I barely saw where I was going. Why? Humans chose their mate carefully, or so I thought. So why him, why a person who looked like he belonged in these slums? And why hide it from me?
By the time I caught sight of him again, my whole body ached from the tension twisting my muscles into readiness, eager to strike at anything, to fight. No one else walked the street besides us. I could tear his head from that fleshy body before he made a sound. No one would see.
My right arm shook. That's the one I'd use. I'd barely notice the effort. I tried to slow my breath, to lessen my notice of the cloying scent. He'd never go near Riah again.
I tried to focus. I stalked the man, maybe a little carelessly, forgetting claws clicked on the rough cement walkway. He didn't seem to notice either way. Three quick strides and I could-
He turned off the street and into an alleyway. While not nice, it didn't have the same grimy look as most of the side-streets – not that it looked clean. The cracked asphalt didn't contain as much trash, and few yards in, a half doorway, half trapdoor, leaned at an angle against the brick wall. The man approached it and descended into the basement of the building.
The warrens. That's what Riah had called them. A series of barely tolerated bars and brothels, all connected by underground halls. Castelia let them be for the most. It kept the scum contained and off the streets.
I stared at the heavy metal frame. The man's entrance only gave me a brief look at the inside of the door. Any illusion wouldn't fool someone looking directly at the door when I cast it. I snorted. Even a whole room full of the rats couldn't do anything to stop me.
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