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PokéCase Closed	By : LyokoWarrior19 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 5402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 7
Chapter 7: Hunting We Shall Go

A/N: Having a bad day, so I felt like writing to cheer me up. No case in this chapter, just research and stuff of the sort.

Sky: Akira is still injured, the only reason why he can’t figure this stuff out. And, unfortunately, he will be staying this way for the beginningg of this chapter because Elsie does not want him figuring her out any time soon. I will tell you that Elsie has miscalculated many things though, and those things will become clear in this chapter. I do have to say that I’m rather glad that you did not get Elsie’s one and only clue earlier in the story. It made me feel better knowing I could come up with something the reader couldn’t guess. ^_^ You’ll see what that clue is in this chapter.

Madbob: I really haven’t decided. I usually do write Yaoi stories, but the person who requested this is *I think* a boy and *I think* straight. However, he hasn’t gotten back to me in a long while, so I might make Akira gay, I might not. If you have a preference, you can tell me and that might help my overall decision. I take much pride in my lemon scenes, so ty! It means a lot that you liked it!

Both: I know, I need a beta *so* bad. I would get my fiancé to read after me, but he hates Pokémon, or anything anime for that instance. Lol.

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

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   Akira sat up as Richard came into the room, bringing a tray with a bowl of soup to him. “You really don’t have to wait on me.” The boy said with a blush as the teen set the tray in his lap. “I’m fine, really.”

   The Ditto just smiled gently down at it. “I insist, really. You’re mother made it.”

   Akira nodded and started it eat slowly, relishing the taste. There was no way for the ten year old to be able to detect the slight amount of arsenic the Richard clone had put in it - just enough to give Akira the symptoms of still being concussed. The taste? None. Nor smell, nor any other hint that it was there and with Houndour in his Pokéball, the dog couldn‘t help. While Akira was suspicious of the boy, his mind was groggy and clouded - the thought never struck him. So, he ate the delicious soup and Richard took the plate away as soon as it was gone. Five minutes after the teen left, Akira reached for his notes, and the recorder. Once more, he listened to the female’s voice, every word, every detail.

   “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.”

   Over and over again he played the tape until his head started to spin. He felt nauseas and ran to the bathroom, emptying his stomach. Leaned over the toilet, he was grateful when Richard came and picked him up, carrying him back to his bedroom. Akira watched the clone fix his notes, putting them away, and stop the repeat on the recorder, sliding it into the desk drawer. Sighing, the ten year old closed his eyes as he was laid back into bed to sleep.

   For three days this went on. Akira would feel fine when he awoke in the morning, but after every meal he would get sick. It wasn’t until the fourth day when his mind finally realized what was happening. Instead of eating the soup that Richard gave him, Akira yawned and closed his eyes, giving a fake wince. “Not feeling well.” He lied and coughed, rolling over. “Maybe later.”

   He could tell that this satisfied Richard, and the boy left wishing him well. A few hours later, Akira was alert, aware, for the first time in days. Instantly, he knew that Richard had betrayed him. He stood quiet as possible, and walked to his closet. Throwing on some clothing, he made sue he had his research, Pokémon, and the tape recorder before walking over to his window. He chose one and clicked the ball twice, making a Pidgeot appear behind his house. He held up his hand to keep the giant bird quiet.

   Casting one last look back, Akira sighed and jumped out the window onto his Pokémon’s back. “Let’s go. It’s time I paid father a visit.” He whispered and the bid cooed, taking off to the sky.

   Akira had fallen asleep in the warm feathers on his Pidgeot’s back. He felt save and secure for the first time in a long time. Akira felt as if he was floating. His eyes were closed and his arms were spread wide. It was so relaxing, lying on his Pokémon, not a care in the world. He didn't want to wake up, didn't want to go back, he just wanted to lay there forever. But eventually, he had to. Especially when his Pokémon was pecking him in the face.

   “Azula.” Akira growled, pushing her away from him. Yawning, he poked his head up and looked around him. He was in the middle of the jungle, brush and over growth had made it hard for the bird Pokémon to land. Still, she had done good, and Akira found himself in front of a small hut. Smiling, he hopped off her back and recalled her before knocking on the door.

   Akira’s father was a very tall man with blond hair and dark blue eyes. Being a researcher, he hardly ever left he jungle he now lived in. The man was ecstatic to see his son - it had been over two years since their last meeting - and quickly ushered him in. “What happened to your head?” The man asked once he saw the scarring, instantly worried.

   Akira toughed it gently, then shook his head. “Unimportant right now. I need your help.” The boy sat at the small wooden kitchen table after a moment, feeling light head, “First, food. Then we can talk.”

   His father gave him a weary look, but nodded, making him something to eat. Once he was finished - he ate three servings - he gave a yawn, but pushed it back. Akira knew this had to be done. “I am involved with a very…extreme case. I was attacked and my Team stolen.” He started slowly, choosing his words carefully. “I was in a coma for 8 days. I have lost my memory for the 5 hours prior to being attacked.” He paused, then added cautiously. “My roommate…has been poisoning me.”

   His father’s eyes were narrowed and calculated. Akira could seen where his brains came from - and the stare his father was giving him was chilling. Akira wondered if he, himself, had given that stare before. “What about…Unova?” The older man asked the boy.

   “Still in my possession.” Akira confirmed with a nod.

   His father was the only person who knew about his second Team - a team filled with Pokémon from the Unova region. He had been hoping to challenge the Unova Elite Four some time next year, but was just buried with his cases. “And what do you think this Unsub will do with your Team?”

   At this, Akira bit his lip, thinking. “I’m not quite sure.” He paused, concentrating hard, thinking about the tape with her voice. She said a name - a name that cam up in no police records. But she said a full name, first, middle, last. Why? “Can I have a pencil and some paper?” He asked suddenly, pulling his recorder from his bag.



   “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.”

   He wrote the name down, staring at it for a long while. Mai Tesieh Geltrea. It wasn’t like any name Akira had heard from any part of the world. It was strange, the way it looked on the paper, very strange indeed.

   “Who is Elsie?” His father asked, reading the name over his shoulder.

   Akira looked up at his father, then back down at the name on the paper. “Elsie?” He then gasped and scribbled something down under the name.

   I am Elsie the Great.

   “An anagram. Why didn’t I think of that sooner.” Akira growled. “So, her name is Elsie.”

   His father gave him a concerned look. “She’s a smart one. Smarter then you, it seems.”

   Akira’s eyes glazed over and he closed them as a memory came back to him. He was on the floor, his head throbbing. He could smell the electricity in the air. He watched as a woman walked over to him - a girl he should say. She didn’t seem much older to him. She pulled out her cell phone, calling the police. His head was spinning as the woman crouched down, removing his Pokémon belt and retuned Panzer to his Pokéball. She had flowing black hair, and dark, evil green eyes. It was dark now, but he could feel her hands on him, examining him. He her he walk away, and he counted the steps she took over the sounds of the sirens. 12. Then a latch of some sort was pulled.

   Akira opened his eyes, dizzy from the memory. A face to the name. Elsie. “I remember her now.” He said. He stood, rubbing his eyes. “I’m tired. I think I should rest now.”

   His father showed him to the guest room and let him rest. But for Akira, it was not rest. It was a nightmarish sleep filled with the memories he had yet to recover. Memories of the battle that led him to his downfall. He awoke, sweating, and drifted off again before something knew filled him - something his brain was trying to make him realize.

   It was the morning before he had gotten the call about the case. Richard was eating with him, stoic, looking at him and his mother every few minutes. He was cold - distant - the Richard that Akira had invited into his home.

   Then the scene changed suddenly. It was when he had woken up in the hospital the first time. Richard was there, emotions shining in his bright eyes, shaking with worry and regret. When Akira awoke this time, he bolted upright in bed, pulling the memories forth. He ran from the room, finding his father quickly in the main room. “Can Ditto turn into people?” Akira asked him, out of breath.

   His father pondered the notion. “I’ve seen them turn into other Pokémon, inanimate objects, so I do not see why a human would be far fetched.”

   Akira sat across from him at the table with wide eyes. “And…Pokémon can learn to talk…Team Rocket had a Meowth that was known to speak.” He paused, rubbing his temples. “I don’t think my roommate poisoned me. I think it’s a Ditto clone.”

   “How can you tell?” His father asked with confused eyes. Ditto were known for their ability to mimic emotions perfectly, without any flaws.

   “Richard is a sociopath.” Akira explained slowly, a blush on his face, “He asked me to show him what it’s like to feel, to have emotions. That’s why I let him move in. The morning I first got the case, he acted the same - stoic. But, when I woke up in the hospital, he was different. Worried, sad, depressed. Filled with things he couldn’t feel.”

   His father nodded. “So, you think that Elsie kidnapped your roommate and replaced him with a Ditto?” Before Akira could say anything, his father handed him a file. “This is from a Pokémon Academy in the Unova region. A girl named Elsie used to go thee before she was kicked out for cruelty to Pokémon and humans alike.”

   Akira picked up the file. “How did you get this?” He asked, staring at the picture of a ten year old girl with gold green eyes.

   His father shrugged. “I still have connections.” Was all he said.

   Akira picked up the picture of the girl. “This is her. Elsie the Great.” He scoffed. “She misjudged me.”

   Suddenly, the PC in the corner of the room turned on. “Kiev? Kiev are you there?” They turned to see Akira’s mother looking into the screen worried. “Kiev, Akira has gone missing. Is he there with you?”

   Kiev stood to reply, but Akira grabbed his wrist as another figure came into view. “Is that him?” He asked.

   Akira nodded. “Yeah, that’s the Richard clone. Don’t let them know I’m here.” Then boy also stood and hid in the one place the monitor couldn’t see - right next to it.

   His father sat in the seat and turned the cam function and microphone on. He then put an angry look on his face and roared. “Missing!? What do you mean missing, Lizzy?”

   Akira’s mother broke into tears. “Oh Richard, he’s not there!” She cried to the Ditto before saying, “We think someone kidnapped him!” She then paused, and added. “There was an attack today. Downtown. A man used an Arcanine he was ordering by the name of Cerberus. It was Akira’s Pokémon.”

   “Make her hang up.” Akira mouthed the words to his father.

   The man looked at him, then back at the screen quickly. “I have to go. I have other researchers over. I’ll call you soon.” He said before shutting off the PC. He then turned to Akira. “You’re Pokémon would never attack anyone.

   The boy nodded, tears in his eyes. “she must be manipulating them somehow. I have to go. I have to find her.”

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   Richard gasped as he fell to the ground, finally free. He had been picking the lock for at least a few hours now. Rubbing his sore wrists and neck he stood, looking around the room. Concrete stones, fresh. The room had just been made, obviously. He walked over to the wall where Elise had pressed the button that would open the door. He reached down, taking a switch blade knife out of his boot before pressing the button. Immediately two men came into the room, confused and alarmed when they didn’t see the prisoner.

   Richard slashed forward, catching one of the men quickly on the throat, slicing the flesh until blood flowed and he fell over, gasping for breath. The other man lunged at Richard, but he ducked and swung a leg out, tripped the man, making him fall. He growled and stood, advancing on Richard once more.

   “Get over here, worm.” Came his gruff voice as he reached out, grasping Richard’s arm.

   The teen smirked and flipped his blade in his hand before slicing through the man’s wrist - he fell over, howling in pain, but did not get up to try again. Richard stepped over him and out into a basement like fixture. He smirked when he saw a wooden door. Freedom - at last.
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