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Memory I
Shattered Sand
Retrace I
Break into the Night
Nights of endless light.
Goddamn government.
Or so Shizue thought as she slipped amidst the evening crowds. As much as she despised people hordes, killing couldn't be any easier in a city like this, you can have a gun with you and practically no one and nobody would give a shit. Right now Shizue's weapons were strapped cleverly to her triceps, underneath her sleeves, and none of those passerby cared actually even if she looked like some cold serial murderer.
Black shirt, black jacket, black eyepatch over left eye. And no one and nobody gave a shit.
Tonight Shizue had something else better to do than to drop by every random shop she saw though, in fact she had two things to do.
She broke silently from the overwhelming procession of people, no one paying attention to her presence, and disappeared into an alleyway. She pressed her finger to her nostrils as she walked, eyeing in distaste the green trash receptacles buried amongst black bags. How amusing. Underneath the city facade, a mountain of fermenting garbage laid waiting to be biodegraded.
Far down the passage into another Shizue made a turn left to the residences concealed behind the main streets, a row of 2-crown quarters running down the entire length of the alley. She would love to own one of these two-story rooms, without the garbage and the crowds.
Shizue could sense nearby her target, her nimble feet dancing along the exact spots on the ground where her target had walked a few hours ago. After about fifteen or so of these 2-crown quarters, she spun towards the door by her left.
2-F83.
Unsurprisingly, she knew exactly who was living behind this certain door. That person, and her target.
Shizue placed lightly her fingers upon the door, and felt the bolt mechanism securing the door unwind without a sound. She smiled. They have yet to realize her presence. They will soon enough know.
She pushed open the door silently as she had unlocked it and slipped inside. The room was precisely as she had remembered; the 90-square yard apartment bisected into a kitchen and a lounge, a 32-inch MPD screen fixed to the wall, black leather sofas lined around a glazed glass desktop, the fresh scent of polished wood.
Upstairs.
Shizue nudged open the door and gazed casually at the Sandslash and the Eevee upon the floor, each fingering poker cards. Her eyes surveyed the Eevee dressed leisurely in a dark cobalt hoodie, then came eventually to rest on the Sandslash amusingly in her mere underwear.
The Sandslash whistled in surprise and gestured at the doorway. "Hey Skye, your escort back home."
"Hi Skye." The Typhlosion waved lazily and smiled. The Eevee really wasn't expecting her, as planned.
"Shizue! What are you doing here?" The Eevee laid down her cards upon the wooden flooring and looked frantically between Shizue and the Sandslash, who shrugged apathetically. "Wait, how do you even know I'm here?"
"Good intuition I suppose. Anyways, your mom's worried about you. She wants me to bring you back if I happened to run into you." Shizue pointed back at the stairway.
"Aww, just a little longer please? I'm still playing cards with Shiza."
"Nope." Shizue indicated again the stairway. "Not when I'm here."
"Spoilsport." Skye glowered at Shizue and brushed cleanly her hind legs as she rose.
"You need me to accompany you?"
Skye sauntered wordlessly out the room, taking care to jerk hard her bushy tail against Shizue's leg as she passed and the Sandslash whistled again. Shizue waited till she had heard the reassuring slam of the door, then glared demandingly at Shiza.
"Strip poker?"
The Sandslash looked horrified. "Are you demented? Skye's only sixteen!"
Shizue's expression softened, but insignificantly so. "Poker."
"Yeah. Is there anything wrong with it?" Shiza uttered matter-of-factly.
"Poker."
"Come on, the money I'm winning from this is much more than the shit they pay me for my missions. You know it too."
Shizue laughed weakly and scowled at Shiza. "Don't make me hurt you. I'm already a Segundo and I still get assigned missions like what, apprehend a goddamned serial rapist? I'm not a freaking Cuarto like you and you still want to bitch about -"
"Okay, okay. I get it. I'll do my jobs, and you can do yours. Peace?"
"Sorry about that."
Shizue and Shiza stared in silence at the floor, both unsure of whom to speak first. Damn it Shiza, talk.
Shizue looked into the window beside the bed, outside the apartment, the faintly glowing lights of the distant shops, and her translucent image reflected onto the surface. Her fur was creamy white, her right eye an alert scarlet, but she looked ragged, tired of life. She stared at the eyepatch over her left eye, wondering how her eye would look like after nearly ten years of wearing the goddamned thing. The eyepatch was like a seal, to bury forever those memories of that peaceful summer day nine years ago, but it did barely anything to stop the nightmares.
"Hey, you wanna have dinner with me later tonight?" Damn. Why did I speak first?
"Okay, thanks." Shiza replied, not hearing what Shizue had actually said.
"Seven then."
Shizue turned around and moved back down the stairs, still massaging her forehead anticipating her mission. She thought often that she had taken a wrong path down her career, but it was times when she imagined herself stuck with a desktop piled with endless files and paperwork that she began to appreciated her profession. She smiled.
Indeed, it was a pain.
*****
Skye strolled down a row of single-crown quarters further down the shopping district, not a single person in sight, all of them busy probably with their late-night shopping. She had no intentions to return home in fact, she was going to another one of her friends' apartment.
Skye could always move out to an apartment of her own, away from her family's constant worry, but she didn't have the money.
She glanced as the numbers slowly passed by her peripheral vision, she had walked past about twenty apartments before she turned into another alley by her left. She had no idea how she had managed to live in this city of labyrinths for the past fifteen years, but she supposed the memory of the routes had somehow stuck in her cerebellum. Rather, the government seriously needs to attend city management.
Out of the alley and into another passageway, was another row down the maze of these single-crown quarters. She turned right and continued, allowing merely her memories to guide her footsteps to her destination. Skye could envision clearly her friend sunken in her sofa with a large box of popcorn and watching horror movies on her 16-inch desktop, and she found herself wandering further down the passageway engaged still in her imaginations.
Skye paused short when she saw that the door on the apartment to her left said 1-K39. She must have made a wrong turn somewhere on the way from Shiza's apartment. Not that she really cared however, she wanted just to stay away from her home and her parents for as long as she could.
"Hi."
Skye jerked violently around, to find a Vulpix staring straight at her, her half-closed eyes glowing a dull amber under the artificial moonlight. She donned a brown biker jacket that stuck tight to her body, her massive tails swaying surgically from left to right, rhythmically, and Skye could swear that the she wanted to have sex with her.
Where did she come from?
"Are you lost?" Her voice was deadly sweet, sickeningly sweet. Why her smile could be worse Skye didn't know.
"No, definitely not." Skye felt somehow a humming sense of satisfaction after denying her situation square in the Vulpix's face.
"Oh. Alright." The Vulpix cocked her head innocently to her left, like in wonder. "You know, you look kind of cute."
Skye shivered, she could feel her body's instincts kicking in; she was backing slowly away from the Vulpix the way one should move away from an angry Ursaring. Is she really as sick as she looks? "Okay ... thanks."
"Are you scared?"
Skye stopped. The next thing she knew her chin was hurting like hell and the Vulpix had somehow gotten on top of her, rubbing down hard her crotch onto Skye's underside, liquids soaking onto her belly. Skye squirmed to free her forelegs from the Vulpix's vice grip; she herself was starting to get aroused from the Vulpix's enormous scent.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"Oh, nothing much. You know I just want you."
Skye whimpered softly when she felt the Vulpix's tongue drag down her neck, it served only to arouse even more her sex.
"ARE - YOU - FUCKING - LESBIAN?"
"Hush now, you know you'll enjoy this."
"Damn it, I can't believe this little douche's actually a slut."
A Typhlosion stood over Skye, picking up the Vulpix by her scruff as her liquids continued dripping down onto her belly. Skye stared in disbelief at Shizue, then felt her face flush when she realized the situation that she was in.
"You were stalking me?"
"Nope. I was stalking this little slut here."
"Let me go!" The Vulpix blushed and flailed her forepaws.
"No chance you -"
Before Shizue could complete her sentence however, the Vulpix had pulled back her head, then roared as her maw erupted immense flames, torching entirely Shizue's face. Shizue leaned reflexively over to her right before even the Vulpix had attacked, and pinned her to the ground by her back. The Vulpix whimpered as she was slammed into the ground, flushing in discomfort.
"Looks like you can put some spine into it if you actually want to." Shizue chuckled as the Vulpix squirmed underneath her pressure. "But I'd suggest you save some for the brigs."
*****
"Interesting girl, isn't she?"
The Froslass licked her lips as she watched the Typhlosion dodge completely the Vulpix's flamethrower and restrain her upon the floor. Underneath her the Weavile cackled in entire amusement. The Froslass shifted her weight over to the center of the Weavile's forehead, closing thoughtfully her bloody amber eyes.
"What do you say, Tetsumon?"
"I want to kill her! Cut her up! Slaughter her! Make her scream!"
The Weavile threw her head backwards and roared in insane laughter. The Froslass leapt casually off Tetsumon's head as she laughed and smiled to herself. The Typhlosion would be an immense nuisance to their project, but she liked her; she would allow her to live until she saw the need to remove her. After all the Typhlosion still had her uses.
"Rain! Can I kill her? Can I?"
"No, we'll leave her alone for now. First, we pay the coppers a little visit."Chapter End Notes:Text probably subject to change, Hope you enjoyed this though