I said it would be done by the end of the month. I was a day off. Sue me :P. Here it is. Sorry if it seems short. Action is in the next chapter!
Meanwhile during tournament scuffle
The Hunter schemes on a plan
Sense of moral is going to muffle…
Hunter J strutted through the dark forest, a black cloak covering her face and body. She was pondering over her apparent revenge. It didn’t feel like she had gotten the full taste. The Huntress suddenly stiffened when she heard a voice drift from the trees.
“Well, I’m only human, aren’t I?”
J’s heart plummeted. The brat! So tearing out his eye wasn’t enough… she thought viciously. His voice sounded somewhat philosophic, somewhat playful. Definitely what she didn’t want.
Well, I suppose I’ll have to try something else, but what to do… I can’t kill him… yet. Let’s see…
Hunter J left the area, these thoughts churning through her skull like a typhoon. As she departed the edge of town, she decided to move on and think about… the tournament. After all, there were a lot of Pokémon there. It was the perfect opportunity to take some valuable Pokémon.
“Hey, excuse me; do you know where the nearest town is?”
J turned to see a young brunette woman talking to her. J felt a surge of haunting knowing as she looked in her ginger eyes. “The nearest town,” J replied, “Is just over there.” she pointed behind her. The woman nodded gratefully. “Thank you! My name is Delia. What’s yours?”
J paused for a few moments before speaking. “Jennifer.” She said evenly. Delia nodded again. “Jennifer. Oh, yes, have you happened to see my son anywhere?”
This caught J’s attention. “What does he look like?”
“He has on a hat with a Poké Ball on it, and he has a Pikachu with him. His name is Ash.”
J’s heart plummeted for the second time that night. “…I do believe I saw him in town somewhere.”
Delia smiled warmly at J. “Thank you again!” she said appreciatively before hurrying in the direction of Rightwing Town. J felt her lip curl. That was the brat’s mother! I thought I knew those eyes!
A cruel smile began to form on the Huntress’s face. If I kill his mother… nothing can be so painful if he can do nothing about it!
J soft laughter was emphasized by the cool night wind, blowing her pleasure around her.
“We are sorry to announce that the rest of the Tournament has been canceled due to a certain calamity.” boomed a voice through the Pokémon Center. Ash’s single eye glittered with uncertainty. “Canceled? What for?”
“Maybe if you hush we’ll find out!” Iris hissed in reply. “You’re such a kid!”
Ash clapped his hands over his mouth. “Sorry!” he squeaked. Pikachu and Axew raised an eyebrow at each other at their Trainer’s feet. With sigh of exasperation at the two, Cilan turned his attention back to the announcement.
“Apparently, some of the competitors’ entered Pokémon have been stolen. We are planning on sending a search party. Until then, we apologize for the inconvenience.”
Cilan blinked. He and his brothers had snuck into the Center and released Pokémon, not stolen them. Did J come here too?
Ash and Iris looked nervously at each other. “Pokemon were stolen?” they bother cried out simultaneously. Axew whimpered and hid behind Pikachu.
“Gah, this is bete, garcon! My Stoutland was stolen!” came Burgundy’s voice from behind him. He turned to the Connoisseuse. She looked outraged. “My poor Pokémon!”
Cilan felt sweat begin to bead up on his forehead. They hadn’t taken her Stoutland either. Obviously J had come, and had gotten what she had come for; valuable Pokémon.
Luke approached the group. “Hey guys, I think something else might be going on. Other than the stealing.”
Ash’s bandanna rustled with the movement as he turned to face the young director. “Yeah? Like what?”
Luke’s eyes became stony. “I was planning on using my Leavanny for my match but…” his voice trailed off, and he looked uncertain.
Ash seemed to catch on. “You mean Leavanny wasn’t stolen?” he asked quietly. Luke nodded. “Yeah, he was released.”
Pikachu and Axew gasped at the words. Released? Not stolen?
Iris turned, ginger eyes piercing. “What?! Are you saying someone released your Pokémon?”
Luke nodded again, miserable. Cilan felt sudden flood of fear. The Shadow Triad had been here… as did J. The Huntress had stolen, they had released. Would he be found out?
Pikachu and Axew shivered, glad they didn’t have Poke-Balls. (While we’re at it, why not? …nevermind…)
Burgundy raised an eyebrow. “Why would someone release your Leavanny when they could steal it?” she questioned.
Before Luke, or anyone for that matter, could answer, Bianca hurried in, her green eyes wide with terror. “Luke, I can’t find Zorua or my Minncino anywhere!”
Luke jolted, “You mean they were stolen?”
“I don’t know, but can you help me look?”
He nodded, and the pair quickly ran off, searching for Zorua and Minncino. The remaining four pondered the curious predicament. Why were there both stolen and released Pokémon? Well, the other three did, Cilan already knew the answer. But he wasn’t planning on saying anything, for fear he would give himself and his brothers away.
After some ideas were thrown out, Ash came upon a sudden thought. “Hey, I don’t think there’s someone stealing and releasing Pokémon at the same time.”
Iris raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean that there are two people, or groups, doing this. One releasing, one stealing.”
Burgundy nodded at the suggestion, “That’s a smart idea. Who stole and who released, then?”
Cilan pretended to think, but he was beginning to worry. They could figure out that one of us are involved…and that one is me.
“A Pokémon Hunter?” Burgundy suggested after a while. Pikachu’s ears twitched, and a small growl rumbled from him. Ash seemed to droop at the words. “Oh dear…I think your right…”
“Then who released, then?” Iris asked. Ash’s single eye narrowed into a slit before answering. “The same people who go around saying its right. Team Plasma.”
Cilan felt his stomach tighten. Dang it! He hit it right on the head! We could be found out!
Burgundy and Iris nodded. “True, they’re probably behind this, too.”
Then the Connoiseuse noticed Cilan seemed to be…off. “Hey, Cilan, are you even listening?”
Cilan jolted, “S-Sorry,” he muttered, before perking up. “If the Pokémon were released, they might still be nearby if it was done only last night.” He suggested. This was a lie, of course. Ghetsis had them bring the Pokémon “far away from clutching human hands and that Hunter”. So it was useless. Cilan felt a rock build up in his stomach at the falsehood, but no one seemed to notice, luckily.
Ash brightened at the older Trainer’s suggestion. “That’s a good idea, Cilan. We should start looking right away!”
Pikachu hopped onto his Trainer’s shoulder with a cry of hostility. The Electric Type wanted to kick butt, and that’s precisely what was going to happen. Axew scampered into Iris’s hair with a squeak, poking his head out. The younger Pokémon was terrified at the thought of meeting the two villainous sides again. Team Plasma’s assault on Castelia City was fresh in his mind, as well as his beating from Hunter J.
Stroking her Dragon Type’s head, Iris nodded towards the other three. “Let’s start searching now!”
The foursome decided to split into different groups of two; Cilan and Burgundy in one group, Ash and Iris in the other. Cilan had organized the groups himself, despite the grumblings from Burgundy. Inwardly, he felt that even though the search was hopeless, he was to act as though it was no so. The Connoisseur knew he was the only one of the group that had any patience for Burgundy, and he knew that Ash and Iris would be a good pair, if you caught his drift.
Burgundy was feeling nervous. Not only was she partnering up with her rival and “enemy”, she had a feeling he was lying and hiding something from the rest of them. It was not a good feeling. Not good at all.
Giving herself a shake to bring her back to reality, she turned to face Cilan, one hand on her hip, the other gesturing to wards the bushes and trees around them. “It’s hopeless, garcon, there is no sign of the missing Pokemon, and we’ve been searching for hours…!”
The older Trainer shrugged innocently, “I guess they might’ve run off or something…”
Burgundy wasn’t fooled by the acts of blamelessness. “You know something, don’t you?”
Cilan kept the same pure look on his face, “I know just as much as you do, no more, no less.” he replied evenly. “Maybe something of powerful flavor scared them away?”
Burgundy didn’t let her eyes escape the Connoisseur, even when he began to walk ahead, “That’s a thought.”
Cilan smiled uneasily. “Then what could have done so?” he said, more to himself than his companion. He could still feel those lilac eyes drilling straight into him, almost like…she knew something…
Ash balanced erratically on a tree branch, clutching the trunk. Iris sprang beside him from nearby tree. “No sign of them?” she asked. Ash shook his head sadly. “Not a sign at all…” he muttered. Iris shrugged. “Maybe Cilan was wrong?”
Ash turned and hopped down. Iris jumped down after him. “Hey, Ash! Wait up!” she called as she landed neatly beside him. The Kanto Trainer turned before speaking his thoughts, “I don’t think Cilan was wrong. It was a good idea.”
“But we can’t exactly find the Pokemon, can we?”
Iris blinked. Ash seemed uneasy. The Dragon Trainer was curious. “Ash, where are you going with this?”
Ash swallowed nervously. “I think Cilan’s hiding something from us.” He replied. Iris shook her head, taken aback by the accusation. But inwardly, she knew it made sense. They had searched for hours and there was no sign of the released Pokémon, and not to mention that the Connoisseur had been quiet during the whole discussion, and he had appeared at random that time when she had apologized to Ash.
Ash suddenly jolted suddenly, “What’s that noise?” he asked, sounding nervous. Iris gave him a funny look. “What are you—“
“Dewott! Oh cra—“
By the time the second roar echoed through the forest, Ash and Iris were already sprinting in the direction of the noise.
Mwahaha, guess what'll happen next~