Two cups of coffee. A handful of imported Pokébeans on a small plate. A police badge next to the second cup of coffee. Him and I looking at each other's eyes. This would be the start to some yaoi fanfiction if it wasn't for the fact that we kinda want each other dead.
Thanks for the cup of coffee, Mr. Isshin, but you know well I don't like beating around the bush.Reiko:
It's Detective Paige for you, mercenary. I hate informalities from people that have not gained my trust.Reiko:
* Okay, Detective... ¿May I know the reason for your visit?Allen:
Well... Let's see... Several charges for unregistered vigilante justice, robbery, complicity with several criminal groups, and a couple charges for breaking and entering. Reiko:
¡Well excuuuuuse me if the note says 'Loot what you want, you will get no further reward'! ¿And the criminals? you know they pay well, and have the best hitman contracts.Allen:
Look, Mr. Isshin... No matter how much of a recognized mercenary you are, or think you are, you're still a criminal at large, with a biiiiig, neon colored flashing target on your back; not only you're being hunted by the law, I mean... I'm here, ¡but other agencies and hitmen are trying to kill you daily! ¡Just yesterday, I filed the report that you murdered two hitmen hired by Dominic Varella! ¡I know that was in self defense but...! *sigh*
... In a nutshell, you're in deep shit, Mr. Isshin.Reiko:
You said you don't like beating around the bush, Detective. Cut the crap.Allen:
Captain Myrrh at the PD wanted to cut you a deal: Community service. You'll form part of our ranks at the police for all of spring. Summer starts, you're free to go, and the most recent stains on your record shall be cleaned. You'll receive no pay, obviously. No longer being a criminal is more than enough payment, if I dare say.Reiko:
¿And how the hell do you expect me to pay my bills for three straight months? ¿And money for food? I don't expect you to help me nourish the Sniper Eye on donuts and cheap coffee, ¿Am I right?Allen:
Don't you worry about that. Your Rescue Team will be accounted for with a separate account you will not have access to.Reiko:
¿And what if I refuse to all this?Allen:
It's Castelia Isle Penitentiary for you, Mr. Isshin. Even as a PokéHybrid, your little face or derrière won't last a day. I know you'll do the correct thing to save your skin.Reiko:
...Starting spring. It's still a fortnight until that. let me enjoy it.Allen:
Fair enough. I want your ass on the LCPD the first day of spring at 0700 hours flat. We don't like slackers, so you better shape up.
With a last sip of his coffee, Allen Paige leaves my house. I can only look at the now closed door with a blank expression. Emily comes down from the second floor to check on me. "Reiko... ¿Are you okay?" She asks me, clearly concerned. "I... Yes. it'll just be hard times for us. That's all" I reply, with a smile.
And so, begins my last 15 days as my own boss. I'm going to enjoy these two weeks I have of spring to their last hour. Quick contracts, dungeon crawling with Nillin, a trip to Johto, a casino night and a bar fight here and there. Like many fortnights before this one where I have fun nonstop, this one passes by like if it was a Miltank rolling through the prairie.
I arrive at home Sunday at 5 in the morning, drunk out of my mind. Cyan is drunk as well, as he somehow hypnotized the bartender at the club into giving him alcohol too. Behind us is Inna, who drove the bike herself to find us and take us home. It must have been fun to see a Gardevoir driving a motorcycle with a drunk human and Azelf in the passenger saddle. She's pissed as hell, and the last think I hear before I pass out in the couch is a "No more alcohol now that you'll work at the LCPD..."
I just feel my head like it needs a bomb squad as I wake up. Cyan is hugging me, still passed out. My hearing is kinda numb, but I smell something sweet and mouth watering at the table. Cradling Cyan in my arms, I walk up to the kitchen. Instead of seeing Inna as usual, I find Riley making breakfast, wearing an apron and my set of pajamas. As soon as she sees me, she turns off the stove, walks to me, puts Cyan on a chair, and slaps me, effectively waking me up.
¡¿What the hell?!Riley:
I received a call from your mom last night, very late. She told me you needed help shaping up for tomorrow.Reiko:
Oh, so now you're taking menial jobs for free, ¿eh?Riley:
¿Who said this was free? oh, no, no. Inna paid me well for this.Reiko:
¿She paid you? ¿With what money?Riley:
Her own money. The money she earns on PRT jobs you never take because you think those are too easy. ¡Congratulations! ¡you evolved from Moron
, then you used a Whiskey Stone and became a full-on Asshole
Whoa there, low blow...Riley:
Inna asked me to shape you up for the upcoming 3 months. I'm gonna do just that. Starting with the cause of why I slept in here in the first place.Reiko:
I run to the fridge and open it. There's not a single bottle of beer inside. In a panic, I open the cabinet, and I find my sake, my whiskey, my expensive unopened bottle of brandy just... gone. My blank expression changes into a psychotic smile. "Give me back my alcohol..." I say like a true maniac, to which she replies. "No. and even if you fight me for it, I'd end you. you're in no condition to battle right now. Now eat breakfast and stop whining."
My intimidating act drops, and I silently sit down to eat breakfast. The simple eggs and bacon breakfast feels like food straight from heaven. Riley smiles and sips on a mug with tea. "Let's do this..."
The whole day passes on quick, and not a single moment was taken to sleaze and truly relax; the only moments that ever come close to relaxing are the 15 minute breaks I use to catch my breath between each rigorous training session, and Riley just doesn't let up. I spar, I run, I fight, I get my ass handed to me by Nasir... The day ends with me sleeping like a log on my bed after nonstop training.
And then, it begins.
My alarm wakes me up at 5:30 AM. I raise myself from bed and, with my eyes half closed, go downstairs to get breakfast. There's no coffee waiting, no good smell, no Inna; now it's just me, and a full spring working as police force...
I just grab some cereal and a couple Oran to fill my stomach. After that, I climb on my bike and start the journey. Just 45 minutes have passed so I arrive quite early at the LCPD. With nothing to do, I sit down on a nearby bench and try and make time pass browsing the web, playing some games, etc...
And so, 7:00 AM hits. I silently enter the department, only to be greeted by Allen Paige, literally 3 meters away from the door. The bastard was waiting for me. "So, you actually arrived on time. Thought we'd have to drag you outta your home." the detective says, "Good morning to you too." I reply nonchalantly. Allen rolls his eyes and signals me to follow him, which I do. He takes me to a closed office to greet the captain, a muscular and rough looking fuck. Swole, blond, and with many gray hairs on his hair and mustache. This damn man should be at a Strongest Man weightlifting competition, not at a police station.
Reiko, this is Captain Hastur Myrrh of the Lumiose Police Department. He's the one running the show around here.Reiko:
Welcome on board, sellsword. It will be nice to have you here this spring.
I shake hands with the captain. ¡Sweet fuck! ¡His grip is like a Krookodile biting down on you!
I'll leave you two alone. I think you have stuff to tell Isshin, captain. *leaves the scene*Hastur:
Now that greetings are out the way... Listen to me, sellsword, because I will say this only once. Everyone here knows of your reputation, and all of them want your head on a fucking spike for all the atrocities you've done. Here, you're on thin ice from the get go. Fuck up once, and you will not hear the end of it.Reiko:
¿Is this supposed to intimidate me? ¿Or scare me?Hastur:
Either both, or none of them. It's up to you how you receive this. *sits down* Being a PokéHybrid, you are already an asset for us for filling our detective ranks, but seeing how our investigators have everything covered, and it'd be a waste of your abilities for you and us; you will be put into our S.W.A.T. squadron. You get in heavily armored, you break into meth labs or cocaine safehouses and arrest people, maybe even kill a couple of them. Reiko:
Sounds like a day in my life.Hastur:
I'm pretty damn sure a day in your life doesn't include constant teamwork or having a superior officer shout out orders you have to comply to.Reiko:
The man smiles and drops a faint laugh, and says one last thing, "Something tells me you'll do just fine."
And so my day begins. The entirety of this first day is about getting acquainted with the station and everyone working here. Many of them are just your average policemen, working hard, filing cases, getting breakfast and taking care of their own issues in their cubicles. Some, like private Winston, take their job seriously, with their eyes fixed on the computer, typing on files and moving around documents like a Porygon on a sorting algorithm. Some others, like detective Alyx, use most of their time at the station slacking and socializing with the rest of the personnel.
There is coffee, there is a pool table, and there is a lot of work to do, always. This is just the beginning.
"¡Isshin! ¡Over here!" Allen calls me from the other side of the wall. I walk to him and grab a cup of coffee on the way. He points at a small desk with a relatively new computer, some filing cabinets and a pile of papers already waiting on me. "Here is your desk. You're already in the system, so you get to work right away. Fill in these documents and send them to their respective sections. Being in the police force is not all arresting people. We do paperwork too." the detective explains, and then leaves. I sigh and sit down in front of the desk.
Files regarding the status of men and women on probation, nothing too difficult. I just gotta open the database at the computer and get to work...
The first week passes as mediocre as it can get. Nothing interesting happens during that week. More files to sort, presenting status reports to Myrrh and other mundane policeman bureaucracy. Literally the most interesting stuff was when I was sent to control traffic and somebody ignored me, so they crashed into another.
Either way, now it's Monday, and considering how early I woke up, I'm basically running on autopilot. I look at my Xtransceiver for the time. Fucking 9:07 AM. I swear this day doesn't go any slower because it doesn't want to.
Just then, the phone rings, plus another ones on the station. I pick up mine and I just hear Hastur's voice on the other side of the line. "Attention, S.W.A.T. corps, we've got a vehicle on the run through Lumiose downtown, heading out the city. We've got reports she has at least 3 hostages aboard. Immediate deployment is ordered.". Then, the call ends. With a a smirk on my face, I hang the phone, close all stuff on my computer and head to the locker room to gear up: Mandatory black uniform with cargo pants, boots, tight weave shirt, and gloves; tactical bulletproof vest, along with knee and elbow guards... Then, a quick scope to the armory to grab a helmet, an assault rifle, and ammunition. Thank Arceus they let me carry Judgement around.
The squad, formed by me and another 7, climb onto the armored turck and we head towards our destination. The driver keeps up a fast speed as we approach the last known location of the kidnapper. There they are, a white sedan advancing at a frienzied pace through the streets, chased by a couple of police cars. "Dennis. Take us in front of the car. We're taking her down." says Sergeant Compton, the one leading us. Driver Dennis nods, and floors it, taking us through the streets and placing us in front of the car. I can see them now; three kids tied up with ropes and duct tape, and driving, there is a woman, 40-something, with bloodshot eyes and darkened teeth. It screams drug abuse
with a silent voice. "I can't take the shot, Sergeant. If the car loses control here, the hostages will die." one of the others in the squad says. We can't have the entire police force chasing this woman, and we're running out of time...
I then have an idea. I pull up my radio and call the other cops. "Attention, mobile units 24 and 25. move to the front. Herd the car to an alley. Over.". "Roger that. Blocking the street ASAP." both cops on wheel reply. Compton looks at me with a puzzled face, but keeps it quiet. Both police cars advance to our position while we turn right on a narrow alleyway. The woman, startled, swerves right, right behind us. She's where I wanted her; I aim at the left tire and take a deep breath. A single bullet erupts from the AR-15, and rips right through the rubber, blowing off the tire. The criminal immediately loses control of the car and it leans to a side. Because the alley is so narrow, the car begins to make friction on the walls, slowing to a stop. No one hesitates in getting down the truck, getting the kids out and arresting the crazed woman, whom with a coarse and annoying voice begins shouting "¡GIVE ME BACK MY BABIES! ¡THEY ARE MINE! ¡MINE AND OF NO ONE ELSE! ¡¡MIIIIIINNEEEE!!
After the ordeal, Compton pats my shoulder, saying with a smile, "Quick thinking there, Isshin. You did well for your first operation." I cross my arms and smile.
Back at the station, Hastu grabs me by the shoulder, and forcefully takes me to a corner. "Sellsword. We need your help. An interrogation." Hastur says. "I don't think you need me for a 'good cop, bad cop' tactic. Besides, that doesn't fit me." I reply as I take his hand off my shoulder. "You don't understand. We're trying to interrogate a Pokémon. No one here at the station but you understands Pokétalk." Hastur tells me, now sounding a bit hurried. Classic only you can save us, hero
shit. ¿Is it really that hard to try and hire a PokéHybrid?
I reach the interrogation room once I've taken off my S.W.A.T. equipment. I see a Delphox at the other side of the glass, carrying a hand bag, and wearing a loose green blouse and two earrings on her left ear. The slight makeup on her eyes denote she's female. I sigh and open the door, walking into the room. The Fire-type just scoffs and looks away.
Seriously. ¿How many cops do you need to talk with a cute 'mon like me?Reiko:
I'll be the last one. I promise.
Her eyes open wide, and sits upright.
P-PokéHybrid, I see. The police is better equipped these days.Reiko:
Let's make this quick. ¿What's your name?Lala:
I'm Lala. I deliver goods to Lumiose from the Kin City.Reiko:
A bit far away from your home, I see... ¿Do you know why you're here? Lala:
¡I don't know! ¡All I did today was deliver a box of rare seeds to a restaurant when I saw how a pawful of punks smashed a lundromat establishment! The cops arrived, they saw me, and took me here.Reiko:
Well... That's called being a witness to a crime. You tell us what you saw and we let you go.Lala:
¡I already told you! ¡Punks! ¡Laundromat!Reiko:
¿Do you remember how they looked?Lala:
¡Of course I do! ¡Us Delphoxes have photographic memory! There were 4 humans and 3 Pokémon. All of them wore denim vests; the humans wore tight pants, black shirts, and one of them had short red hair, and the rest had no hair. The Pokémon were a Timburr, an Alolan Raichu, and a Gengar.
I nod, and look at the glass. "Okay, Lala. You're free to go. thank you for your cooperation." I say to her as I write the descriptions on a piece of paper. Same piece of paper I give to the captain once Lala and I leave the room. Hastur smiles and heads out the room as well.
I arrive at my desk, Allen waiting for me. "Isshin. Captain Myrrh gathered the leads on the punks the Delphox you interrogated. The men and women are being arrested, but the Pokémon are the ones who concern me. Specially the Alolan Raichu. ¿You don't mind taking on tracking this one, right?" Allen tells me. I sigh and shake my head.
The weeks pass as I continue looking for this mysterious anarchist Pokémon. Their connections, their activity, the vandalism that has been committed over the days... I finally get a name: Keahilani Barteau;
Alolan father, Kalosian mother, born human, unemployed, without his own home... Unregistered PokéHybrid. That's the ticket.
My last month begins. We've tracked the last known location of Keahilani Barteau. An apartment complex downtown. All we have to do is get in and arrest the guy for many many many charges of vandalism, breaking and entering, altering the public order and attempted murder. Piece of cake, ¿Right? Wrong.
As the sun sets and my squad advances... We hear marching. Compton recognizes the disorganized steps and the dragging of clubs and bludgeons. "Atention all units. Immediate reinforcements are required at our location. There is an active riot advancing. Over." Compton says through the radio. "Roger that. Sending all available units. Do not use lethal force unless required. over and out." They reply. We pull up shields, and tear grass grenades, as more cops and S.W.A.T. slowly reinforce us. I stay behind, unsheathing Judgement, and keeping it dull to whack them anarchists.
We see them now. Dozens and dozens of young adults in punk, skater, biker and other attires, brandishing machetes, chains, bats, knives and more. Many Pokémon are by their side. In the center, I see him. Tan skin, green eyes, a short green mohawk with a ponytail, denim vest, and carrying a single shuriken. That's Keahilani. He shouts and points forward, and all the punks run at us. We keep our ground and throw the grenades, keeping most at bay. Barteau then picks up a grenade and throws it back at us, breaking our formation. The punks charge forward and I begin seeing how our units are being beaten down, almost to death. We start shooting back with rubber bullets, taking down many of them; for each anarchist we take down, one of us is taken down too, and Keahilani is not receiving a single blow. His throwing star flies across the battlefield, ripping through the police like if it was punching paper, as Barteau controls it telekinetically.
After an hour, both sides have dwindled in number. I'm still standing, slashing away at any punks who try to stick a knife on me. And then, Keahilani and I cross sights. We stand still as the battle rages on.
I know you. Reiko Isshin. You could've helped our cause.Reiko:
I'm not one for senseless anarchy, thank you.Keahilani:
We have a cause. No more registration. No more constant monitoring. I'll not live as a slave to the system.Reiko:
You won't. You'll die here.Keahilani:
No. I will not. But you will. You've served the wrong side.
He then grasps a pendant on his chest tightly. He knows how. I've gotta do it to. and fast.
"Reiko Isshin... ¡ABSOLUTE HYBRID!"
"Keahilani Barteau... ¡FLARE OF FREEDOM!"
The energy output we release creates a crater. I grow the cape, the blades, the horn on my chest, and my eyes begin glowing a light pink. He raises an elecric aura as an Alolan Raichu tail swishes behind him and he jumps on it; fur grows on his forearms, the ears grow on him, and his eyes shine a bright yellow. His eyes spell experience. He knows how to fight like this.
We leap forward and he clashes his shuriken with Judgement, releasing a wave of energy. Said bursts keep on appearing as we prolong the fight, a slash countered by a kick, a tail slam countered by a thrust, a headbutt countered by an even stronger headbutt. He's not giving in, and neither I am. Around us, the skirmish ends only to see the two superhumans trying to kill each other. A lightshow like never before.
After a grueling fight, I finally get the upper hand, and slowly but surely begin getting into him. Each of my six blades get into his defenses, opening grievous wounds as I continue fighting. He cant get on his tail anymore, it is much to damaged to support his weight. One last strike to his torso brings Barteau to his knees, and I stand behind him, holding Judgement against his throat. I take a long, hard look at every anarchist with blood on their weapons, and every member of the police force that now lies either wounded, or dead. This has been a massacre. time to end it.
Judgement opens Keahilani's throat as I slide it across his neck. The blood pours like a waterfall as I let the now dead anarchist drop to the asphalt. The rest of the punks drop their weapons and kneel, completely horrified. The police doesn't lose time arresting everyone and aiding the rest. I transform back, and my head hits the blood puddle as I faint.
I wake up in a hospital bed, handcuffed to it. In front of me, there is Hastur Myrrh. He has the same stone face I saw on him on my first day. "Sellsword... The things you did yesterday are definitely not going to be forgotten. You savagely murdered a man in the middle of the street, and made the whole department look like an oppressive militia on the media... but at the same time, you stopped the waves of murder of Keahilani Barteau, which after some post mortem investigation, we found out how much of a criminal he was, maybe just as much of a murderer as you." the captain says, pinches the bridge of his nose as he heavily sighs, and keeps on talking. "I should send you to prison, solitary confinement... but I need to clean our reputation first, and I seriously don't have time to check on you. Your record has been erased, and the personal items you left at the station have been sent to your home. I... don't want you near the station. Just return home after you have recovered. Please.". After that, he leaves the room where I am. My head begins pounding with a headache as an officer comes by and takes off the handcuffs.
I seriously need a bottle of beer now.