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PokéCase Closed	By : LyokoWarrior19 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5: Parting Past

A/N: Once again, Sky, you are amazing! Really, I didn’t think you would figure out everything that fast! Though, Richard was kinda a main character. Introduced in the first case, he was the sociopath that moved in with Akira. And the reporter? Well, let’s just say you’ll find out soon enough. Remember, just cause someone says something, doesn’t mean it’s true.

Also, there will be lemon in this chapter. it’s the last scene and involves bondage. Don’t like it? Just skip the last scene. I just thought I should add some flavor to this fic.

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

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   Looking down at Akira’s unconscious form, the woman scoffed, closing her phone. She crouched down and took his chin in her pale hand, examining his face. “So young.” She whispered, though she herself was only 5 years older. Dark black hair, smooth porcelain skin, and the greenest eyes in the world. But her looks were outmatched by her brains. She rolled Akira over and pulled his shirt down around the collar so she could see his shoulder; the bandage was covered in blood. It was the only thing in this event she did not calculate.

   She did know of his team, of what Pokémon he had. So, naturally, she knew he would ride his Salamence to save her - rather, to save ‘Kathryn Schmitt’. She timed it out perfectly, and the finale? Him diving down, snatching her away, and his Salamence being wounded in the process. How was she to know that instead of being able to pull her onto the dragons back, he leaned over, holding her tightly, allowing debris to hit him? True, she should have seen it coming, but it did work in her favor, even if it wasn’t ideal.

   And killing Shi? She rolled her eyes, glaring where his burnt body lay. Shi had always been a bit arrogant and pompous. Truth was, he had been getting on her nerves quite a bit lately. She always had to feed into his delusions ‘you’re the boss Shi, you’ll rule the world Shi, one day I’ll be your bride Shi’. She had planned on an untimely demise the entire time.

   Elsie’s head snapped up as she heard the sirens coming closer. Smirking, she looked back down at Akira and brushed his hair form his face before darting off to the escape hatch she had previously made. Her plan was blossoming rather nicely, if she did say so herself. She looked at the Pokéball she held in he hand and smiled widely. Now, she had the Legendary Team for her own. She knew that Shi would not be able to beat him - she wasn’t born yesterday. She had planned all of this from the start. Switching the Pokéballs hadn’t been easy, the only reason she hadn’t just stolen them in the first place. Besides, this was better - more thrilling for her.

   Meanwhile, the police and ambulance raced up to the warehouse. Jenny leaded the S.W.A.T. team, giving a ‘shoot to kill’ order on any unsub. The priority was to retrieve Akira and get him to safety. They rushed the building silently, night vision glaring in the dark. Jenny reached Akira first, checking his pulse.

   “Over here!” A few of the swat members came over, and Jenny picked Akira up. They escorted her to the ambulance and a EMT placed him on the bed. “Drive as fast as you can.” Jenny ordered, and they were off. She turned back to the one working on Akira, “How does it look?”

   The EMT looked at her, then turned back to his patient. “He had a large, open wound on his head from a fall, and a few ribs appear to be cracked. Breathe is shallow, and pulse is slow. We need to get him to the hospital before he starts to hemorrhage into his brain from his skull fracture.”

   They made it to the hospital in record time, but as they were rushing into the ER, Akira’s body started to convulse with a seizer. Jenny was pushed back as the doctors went to work taking the young boy into the OR. It was some time later when Akira was stabilized and placed into a hospital bed, looking as if he was just sleeping.

   They looked over him, Richard and Akira’s mother taking turns. Minutes turned into hours, and hours into days. Days eventually turned into a week before Akira’s eyes eventually fluttered open. It took a moment for them to adjust, but when they did, he was instantly confused. He looked around for a moment and, when he saw Richard, he sighed in relief. “Richard.” He called to the sleeping teen.

   The boy stirred and looked at him in amazement. “You’re awake!” His whispered as he stood, walking over to Akira. “Just what the hell were you thinking!?” His voice turned angry as he held back tears.

   Once more, Akira was confused. “I don’t know. Last thing I remember…Mom was making cookies for my birthday…then…something about bombs…a warehouse maybe…nothing other then that. What happened?”

   Richard stared at him dumbfounded. “You don’t remember the case?” When Akira shook his head, Richard sighed. “Ok. Well, I think that Jenny should tell you about it…she’ll be back in a second. Just went down the hall to get coffee.”

   Sure enough, as soon as the words left the boy’s mouth, Jenny entered the room, eyes wide. “You’re awake! We were beginning to think…” She trailed off with distant eyes. Shaking her head, she walked over to the bed and sat down. “Gave us a scare. How is your head?”

   Akira reached up to touch his head and winced as he found it shaved with stitching on one side. “I’m guessing I hit my head rather hard then?”

   The police chief nodded. “You seized for the first night. They had to drain blood from the inside of your skull to reduce the swelling.” She gave him a look that he would suspect she learn from his mother, a very disapproving look. “Do you remember anything?”

   “Not a thing.” He said with a sigh. “How long was I asleep?”

   At this, the two exchanged a look before Richard answered, “8 days.”

   “So,” Akira started with a glare at the ceiling, “not only have I lost a couple of days, but I’ve been out for 8 days, totaling about 10 days. Am I correct?” They nodded once more and he growled. “Fill me in. On everything. Where are my notes?”

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   Akira pet his Houndour, who was laying in his lap in his bed at home. He looked to his night stand, at his other party Pokémon. His Team, gone; he couldn’t believe it. He remembered when he first found the Gible.

   While it was true that Akira had lived in Hoenn for his first five years of life, he had actually gotten his starter Pokémon from the Johto region, and began his journey in the Sinnoh region. At the age of five, he told his mother he felt ready to leave home, and she let him - but why wouldn’t she? Akira had already mastered the Poké Academy she sent him to with flying colors. So, she flew him to pick up his Totodile - now a fierce Feraligatr named Sobek. The two traveled all around the Sinnoh region together, looking for the specific Pokémon Akira had wanted for his team. First on the list, was a Gible, found only in Wayward cave.

   But it wasn’t easy navigating through the cave, and after hours and hours, Akira had revised his strategy. Instead, he headed towards route 228, and caught his very first Pokémon, a Beldum he named Cobalt for it’s rich blue color. The next Pokémon he caught was his Growlithe, now Cerberus the Arcanine. It turned out that he caught all of his other Pokémon before the one he had set out to get. Finally, after Rhyhorn (Panzer), and Bagon (Malice) he headed off towards the cave again, convinced he was ready to catch a Gible.

   But he wasn’t. He lost his way in that cave so many times, eventually, he left frustrated. That was, until he heard rumors of another entrance to the cave, for a second floor where powerful Pokémon roamed. Excited, he had headed underneath cycling road, in search for the entrance. He found it after an hour or so, and entered the darkened second floor cautiously. This time, he was not deterred when he searched for hours on end. Instead, he camped out in the cave, making a bed and sleeping. It was then that the Pokémon appeared to him.

   He had awoken to the sounds of shuffling in his bag. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw the female Gible half way into his bag, searching for some food. He could hardly make out her form in the dark cave, and was glad his camp fire was still smoldering, casting a glow. Akira didn’t move for fear of scaring the Pokémon away. His hand itched as he reached down slowly, grasping his Bagon’s Pokéball. He clicked once, making the Pokéball grow, then a second time, releasing it.

   Instantly, The Gible tried to worm her way out of the bag, but Malice was already out of his ball and ready to fight. Akira jumped up, staring the Gible down and called out, “Swagger!” Malice glowed red and as Gible looked at him, her eyes too turned red and she wobbled on her feet, falling backwards. “Now, DragonBreath!”

   Malice opened his mouth and released a thick, green beam of energy at the Gible and she was done, falling over feinted. Akira threw the Ultraball at her and she was caught within a second. Finally, he had gotten the Pokémon he had set out for.

   Now, as Akira remembered the event he felt his eyes tear up. Gible had been a great Pokémon, evolving fast, and training hard. She was his last resort when things were going south and he needed to end a battle fast.

   Houndour leaned up, licking Akira’s face, and he held the puppy close to him. “I know, boy. It’s going to be ok.” Akira had never been one to be taken down so easily, but his head and shoulder ached painfully, reminding him of his misjudgment. He sat up, wincing slightly as he body ached, and reached for his notes. He picked up the recorder next to them and played it, his eyes closed.

   “Hello, my name is Mai Tesieh Geltrea, I’m a reporter. I’d like to report an explosion. Where? The power plant that was shut down. One of the people is still alive. His name? Akira Edogawa. Send Police Chief Jenny.”

   Female, obviously. Age? Not old enough to be a reporter. 13-16 he was guessing. And just how did she know his name? Akira had always preferred for Jenny to take credit for his cases, keeping his name away from the papers and the press. No, he was certain that this girl must have been the true unsub. The man he had battled - he only knew it was a man from the crime scene photos - must have just been the front. A distraction tactic to feed into Akira’s profile. The girl was very smart for her age - but Akira himself was smart. Still, she must have known everything he was going to do with the case; she had out smarted him.

   There was a knock on his door, making him look up and call out, “Enter.”

   Richard was there, concern in his eyes. He had changed so much in the few months he had been with the 10 year old. “You doing ok? Your mom asked me to check up on you.”

   Akira frowned. He couldn’t trust Richard right now. “Yes, I’m alright.” He paused, then added slowly. “Just wish I could remember something.” The truth was that he was already starting to remember as he read his notes. Not everything, but he couldn’t let on that he was getting it back. “This is frustration. Never before have I had to rely on my notes instead of my brain.”

   The older boy gave a sympathetic look. “I’m sure it will come back to you soon. You just have to be patient.”

   Akira nodded and set his notes back down before laying back in bed, “I think I’ll rest for now.” He commented and waited for Richard to nod and close the door before sitting up once more, taking hold of his notes. Everything he needed was in there. He just had to find it.

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   Richard growled and pulled the chains on his arms and legs, thrashing wildly. “This won’t work. He’ll see the difference!” The boy growled fiercely. To the girl who was staring at him.

   He was chained to a wall, hanging a few feet from the ground. His hands bound together at the wrists, his feet bound at the ankles. There was also a chain around his throat, holding him in place. He had been like this since the case started, but he couldn’t tell the number of days it had been now. He just knew that Akira had left to a crime scene involving an Electrode the day he had been kidnapped. Richard had decided to go to the store as Akira’s mother had used most of the food cooking a giant breakfast for the boy. He made the mistake of cutting down the wrong alley and was snatched within seconds.

   Elsie smiled up at him and placed a hand on his chest. “I think he likes this Richard better,” She cooed to him. “My ditto was trained to talk, to feel, to act as if he cares very deeply for Akira, just like you. And your Seviper? Also replaced with a transformed ditto. No one will ever be able to tell the difference.” She smirked at him. “Just relax and enjoy your time with me.” She back away and tiled her head. “I’ve been meaning to get a pet.” She spoke in a sultry voice.

   He scoffed and turn his head away from her. Richard had had sex many times before, with many different women, he even wanted to try to seduce Akira’s mother. But, wouldn’t it be wrong to sleep with the enemy? He glanced down at her and his pants stiffened. “No.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke and he had to tear his eyes away from her.

   She smirked, however, and smiled up at him wantonly. “Don’t worry, sweets. No one will ever know.” She stepped forward, her hands fining the button of his shorts, and her nimble fingers went to word, releasing him from his confides. He groaned as the cool dungeon air hit his erect member. “My, my. Very nice.” She whispered as she licked her lips. She walked over to the wall and press one of the stones, making him drop, though not by much. Walking back over to him, the woman dropped to her knees and started to lick and suck on her prize.

   Richard groaned low in his throat, throwing his head back. He wanted so bad to bury his hands in that black mane of hair she had and thrust deep into her tight throat. Smirking, she gripped the base and took a full 6 inches into her mouth before she had to stop. Bobbing her head, she kept the pace fast and hard, licking as she bobbed, sucking the head when she reached it. Her own pussy began to leak juices and she reached under her skirt to rub it through her panties.

   “Don’t stop.” Richard panted. “Gonna…soon.”

   Elsie pulled away, giving him a look that could make any man bow to his knees. “I’m not done yet.” She spoke, her voice husky. She reached up and put in a combination to his cuffs and his hands were released. “Just remember, there is no way out. And you are still bound.”

   Richard touched the chain around his neck and nodded before reached for her. Instead of touching and worshiping her body like he would normally do, he grabbed her he her hair and forced her to turn around and bend over. One hand went to her hips, bringing her back against his cock, and he thrust into her tight pussy around her panties as hard as he could, making her scream and clench around him. She didn’t mind though; she was a fan of rough sex.

   Richard didn’t usually do it this way. He would usually spend hours making sure that the woman he was with was well satisfied and always pleased. However, he didn’t even like Elsie - who would like someone who chained them to a wall? So, he pulled her hair back and gripped her hip with his nails until she bled, pounding into her as hard as she could. He slammed against her inner walls, fucking her as rough as he could, making her scream and try to pull away and closer at the same time. She was dripping wet and clenching around him, cumming hard, and still he pounded away. He growled and groaned, enjoying the wet heat, before he felt the tightening in his stomach that signaled he was close.

   He thought about pulling out to be safe, but he snarled and kept pounding instead, despite her protests. By the way she was scream, he doubted she wanted him to stop anyway. So he cam as he kept thrusting, filling her up and making her overflow. Giving one more, painful shove into the tight heat, he stopped and pushed her away from him. “Whore,” He said as he stared down at her.

   She glared up at him and stood, making cum flow down her legs. Smirking, she pressed a button on the wall and two men came into the room, setting Richard back up like he had originally been. “Catch you later, my pet.” she snarled before storming out of the room, leaving him there alone.

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A/N: Hey Madbob. You totally reviewed right before I finished this chapter, sorry! I’ll try to post again in a few days, fyi.
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