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Powdered leaves of camellia.

Choked in darkness to increase the flavor profile. Chlorophyll production cranked to the max. Steamed, their stems, their veins, painstakingly removed. And then drawn underneath the mill. Tortured and transformed into something unrecognizable.

It's heretical to violate that delicate flavor, some might say.

But come from all that pain, buds that choke themselves to death trying to breathe, producing all that vibrant green... earthy umami simply too intense to stand... reminds you of your time in that city, yearning to breathe underneath all the toxic fumes on those streets. All the longing in the world in your heart, no choice but to cloister it away, just to survive.

You scowl.

A concoction of distilled venom, a few drops of vanilla extract. The flavor blooms in your mouth. It brings out the flavor of the matcha. Nothing that yearned to breathe so hopelessly as you once did could ever be delicious without an equal mix of something sweet and terrifying. It's all that makes it bearable.

A sip, and you glance at the clock. It's been seven hours now, with no word from the land of the living.

"... Takin' their sweet time."

Words find you. Speaking your mind aloud to stave off the madness of being trapped in this cage like an animal. They think they know what you've done, locked you here for your own good. They don't have a clue what you've done.

But the worst part is, you've got nothing to do but drink shitty tea.

Just looking down into it, your reflection beheld in vivid green, framed by crimson lacquer. A glimpse into that prison. It pisses you off. Confined again, just when you'd thought there might be something more to life. When you thought you'd slipped through the cracks. Just when you'd started to believe in second chances.

"... Shit!"

You grasp the saucer and hurl it with all your strength at the door.

Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

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You look in the mirror, and what do you see? A failed brother. A wannabe hero. A gardener whose flowers were trampled before they could fully bloom.[break][break]

You’re a man with tired eyes. Black bags define your face. You’re handsome. You see the way people look at you. Well, used to look at you. You’ve let yourself go just a bit. More than you’d like. Thanks to all that good decayed dead bread, there’s the tiniest hint of a gut on your physique. Still, hope hasn’t left yet. There’s still time to pull back from the edge.[break][break]

“Pull yourself together, Navy.” You tell yourself. Shout it almost. “That girl’s Gabe’s age. Her whole life’s ahead of her. She didn’t…she couldn’t—”[break][break]

Everyone wants a good, sensationalized story. A reformed young girl breaking bad again. Showing the truth everyone believes, that a snake which sheds its old skin must still have the same stripes. You don’t know this girl. You’re only here as a favor to her father.[break][break]

Go to Kanto. Take a nice vacation on this cruise ship. Bring her back to Hoenn. Help her along. You wanted a mission, and for your sins, this girl’s father gave you one. It beats drinking in your dingy little apartment all day.[break][break]

You sling your pokeballs into your belt, carrying yourself like a gunslinger of old. Swaggering down the hallways, your boots announce your coming long before you arrive. Salvation for a lost girl. You can’t see your eyes anymore, but you know the depths of hunger in their gunmetal blue.[break][break]

Employees on the ship argue. Cruise ships are convenient places for murder. It’s a bad joke, almost. There’s another day or two before the ship is docked. Months before this ship is back in its native port.[break][break]

“Question for ya, guys.” Your voice is thunder. Confident. A hint of a smile. You’re not a cop, but that’s because you don’t want to be one. You play the part of authority well. “What flag’s this ship flying again?”[break][break]

They glance at one another like lost lemmings. They’re not the bad guys here. Underpaid, overworked. Tired. They’re not equipped to investigate a murder.[break][break]

“Alola.” One, a short tanned man with a mustache, finally answers.[break][break]

“And international law says, in the absence of any qualified personnel, you have to wait until you return to your home port to handle any investigations.” They nod. They know the law. You know it as well. You know that if she’s handed off to international police at Hoenn like this, it won’t be good for her.[break][break]

“Lucky for you, I’m a licensed private investigator in Hoenn.” You flash your paperwork like a cowboy quick drawing his gun for a showdown. Your body’s acting on instinct. Behind your smile, a bit of the light’s gone out, but you don’t know how to do anything but this. When a woman needs help, it is simply your nature to help. That is who you are.[break][break]

“I’m speaking with the suspect.” You step past them, and no one tries to stop you.[break][break]

Entering the small cell, you narrowly avoid a saucer tossed at the door. Ducking under it, you look at the white haired girl and smile. She’s every bit the head turner her dad made her out to be. Quietly, you wonder how many boyfriends this JK ate her way through before she fell in with a bad crowd.[break][break]

“Woah, woah, woah.” You joke. “I’m on your side, Tsubaki. I promised your dad I’d help ya out. I know you didn’t do it.” You help yourself to a seat, looking at her.[break][break]

“Tell me what happened. Your side of the story.” You know the facts, but you want to hear it from her. It’ll help put things together.

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He's like a phantom.

Pale and disheveled. Bags under his eyes. A ghost of someone who was maybe, once upon a time, a rather good looking man. Now he's just a fading candle, a ghost still clinging into something. Though whatever that is, it eludes you.

No matter what he haunts, no matter what he can't let go - you can see in the glimmer in his eye, he hasn't lost that edge, can never allow himself that indignity. In that glance that appraises everything, you shudder. He's a man of the law. Or, a man who once upon a time thought of himself that way.

Now, a judge of the underworld, come to count up all your sins.

Deliver justice if he dare.

But you... you know he can't pierce the depths.

Nobody's ever known you. From the very beginning, nobody's ever known you. In that murky reflection at the bottom of a saucer of tea, a cistern where everything floods and washes away whatever's left unwanted, leaving just the dregs. So have you hidden the depths of your soul. It's taken everything you once were to get out of hell itself, wash away everything that doesn't matter and keep only the deepest parts of you intact. But you've made it, or so you once thought.

Now, seeing his face, you're not sure whether you're still there. Whether you've escaped at all.

His mere presence is such that you feel like you're back in that city, still bound by violence and hatred, needing to bare your fangs and fight for the sake of something you don't believe just to survive. He stirs every impulse in you to fight.

Even so.

Fighting the one person who can help you is something best left to feral animals.

He acts like he knows your father, that wretch of a man. It's a ploy, to get his foot in the door. So you think at first. He probably doesn't know as much as he lets on. But anyone who'd pretend like they knew your father, who was given any information at all about your past with that man, they'd stray far away from that topic. They'd pretend they didn't know him at all. That's the sort of strained relationship you've maintained the last decade, and everyone who knows anything knows that.

There's something sincere, in the way he broaches that topic regardless. Something that makes you wonder if it's just a lie.

That he'd interfere now, after everything...

"I'm not asking how you know my father."

You click your tongue, sitting back down on the chair. Letting out a sigh, breathing for the first time since he's entered. The smell of second-hand booze fills your head. But that relief, avoiding the real issue at hand, focusing instead on the investigation... yeah, it gives you room to breathe.

"Curious, that he's sent someone now. You know we're not on speaking terms, right? I wonder. What's his angle?"

You wouldn't put it past him. He's let everything go by up to this point, but now, of all times...

"No, that doesn't matter right now."

You put on the face you're so used to wearing. An impenetrable armor, something that can't be pierced. Your heart will never be reached once you put it on. That stoic expression, completely unmoving. Wearing it has served you well these last few years.

"You're here to see if I killed that man, right? Had every reason to. What he said, what he knew... someone like me wouldn't be able to just let that go. Puts me in a tough spot, doesn't it? That he just turns up dead?"

You reach into your pocket, and fish them out. Documents in your hand that once felt like a shield. They're now just useless pieces of paper, fluttering to the table beside you. They became useless the moment a dead man opened his mouth.

"Falsified documents. Fake name, fake persona."

They're the reason you've been cloistered away like some ancient princess, something that needs to be confined at all costs. You can't blame them. You're a horrible flight risk. Always have been.

"Mister Dead Man was a former associate of mine. Made the wrong investments at my insistence, held that against me." Talking like you're some upper-class yuppie. You can't be transparent to save your life. "He recognized me, threatened to expose me. Turned up dead the next day, death by poison."

Your tongue lingers on that line. Something doesn't sit right. It's the reason they instantly suspected you.

But there's no proof that it's anything more than a coincidence, right?

Bullshit.

"It's too obvious. I'd never be so bold. Something like that, it'd circle right back to me. Though, I think that's what they were counting on."

You watch him for any signs of disbelief. You've been trained so well at this, mixed in with so many untrustworthy sorts, and their fellows so unwilling to trust in return. But it's trust that finally won them over, wasn't it? It's trust that won your freedom.

You wonder if it's the same story here.

Lies come so easily. But as for the truth, you've never been great at that.

Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

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You always hated cops. That’s the grand irony of your job, isn’t it? You see yourself as someone who fell through the cracks in society. Investigating matters for those the police don’t care about. That’s what it means to be a hometown hero rather than a cop on a beat.[break][break]
Yet, listening to this girl talk, you feel like a cop. Like a pig trying to build up a rapport. Handing her raw hemp and letting her make a rope she can use to hang herself. You insisted they turn the cameras off. This isn’t an interrogation. Due process demands this girl have a lawyer before any proper interrogation can happen.[break][break]
Cops thrive off of young, dumb kids. You give her the benefit they never will.[break][break]
You missed a memo, somewhere along the way. You cling to the image of your mother and all the goodness you saw in her. She died young. You remember her smile. You hold her in high esteem, a perfect Madonna. All women are made in her image. It’s never gotten through your skull that women can be utterly rotten. Worse than men.[break][break]
You’re a chauvinist pig, but it works to this girl’s benefit. She has someone willing, ready, and able to defend her. Her own answer to the Galarian knights of old. Some knight in shining armor you are. You stroke fingers along your chin, which is still sharp despite the stubble and subtle swelling of fat along the jawline.[break][break]
“I don’t think you killed him.” You admit to the girl. “Frankly, you’ve been set up. Rocket’s an organized mob. You know the casa nostra. It’s like the old song goes. You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave.” [break][break]
You doubt someone so young will get the reference. Then again, you are too young to be making such references. Old vinyl’s a transcendent thing, independent of age. Leaning back, you continue handing her a life line. She’s sinking, and you’re going to save her. You owe her dad that much.[break][break]
“Any idiot who’s read a tiny bit about you knows that it’s all wrong. You liked flower based poisons, yeah? That’s how your MO read to me. You’ve also never gone all the way before. It’s a he- heck of a thing.” You catch yourself on the brink of cursing to her and stop yourself. “Killing a man. Most people can’t do it that easily, even if their freedom’s on the line.”[break][break]
You think back to a monster on a mountain. A dragon with no wings. Blood dripping down from its fangs. Later, an old friend dies. You wonder if Vortigern would have suffered the same fate…[break][break]
Not relevant. You’re an investigator. An investigator with a bunch of Pokemon that are useless for investigation. Not for the first time, you think about how you should have bought a Growlithe or some other canine Pokemon. But you didn’t want to be a cop, did you? Growlithe is a pig’s ‘mon.[break][break]
“What killed him’s a lot more mundane. Nothing poetic. Cyanide. Probably in his food, but I’m not trained to do an autopsy to find out more. What I do know is this is a classic Rocket move. Two birds with one stone. There’s a rat on this ship. Probably more…” You stand up, hands in your pockets.[break][break]
“So, I’m gonna talk to the guys. I know you didn’t do it. I’m gonna need your help to solve this case. You in?” You ask it as if it’s the easiest thing in the world.

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Ah, so he knows.

That makes this easier.

Maybe you've earned something of a reputation along the way, all without realizing it. All that pain-staking effort you've gone through, to keep everything under wraps. Keep everything close to your chest. Make sure there aren't any witnesses.

Somewhere along the way, there was a mole.

The thought fills you with revulsion. Even if you hated every minute in that den of vipers, snakes coiling all around one another searching for their next meal. Choking in smog, drowning in sludge. Losing yourself to the chaos, becoming something that was no longer human.

The thought that you'd care disgusts you.

Just how long has it been?

Three years. Maybe four.

Maybe even five.

You can't recall.

But somewhere along the way, you stopped pretending to buy into it. You fooled yourself into thinking you really were the same as those monsters. Only once you'd left, once you'd removed yourself from the confines of that city, a hatred that turned your heart black, did you allow yourself to let go of that delusion.

The first breath of fresh air burned your lungs. You're still nursing it even now, as you respond in a low whisper.

"Cyanide..."

Too clinical. Too fast. Nothing good in this world lasts so brief. There's not enough time to even enjoy it. Whoever killed this man didn't do it for pleasure, they simply wanted the task done and over with.

You glance at the detective, but your eyes are somewhere else.

Vision of a corpse, last remnants of your freedom. Even from across the room, for just a moment, you can read his expression. His glassy black eyes mock you, looking back with no concern at all. As if he doesn't even care that he's the catalyst for this all.

"... I haven't been let near the body, for obvious reasons. But that confirms my suspicions."

You stand up. In the cramped room, it means you're a little too close to the detective. But that's his funeral.

"You really don't believe it was me, do you?

... You're too trusting. Even if I didn't do it, I'm not innocent, y'know."

Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

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She’s too damn young to be this good looking. That’s your first thought. She’s too close to you for your own comfort. You’re not bad with women, although maybe the women you’ve briefly had in your life would disagree.[break][break]
Just… [break][break]
Maybe you could use a little personal space. You take a step or two back. Smile. Put your best foot forward. She has a point, but you’re far too much of a chauvinist to ever agree with her. Life’s long enough for a second chance, right?

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“You’re not in Kanto anymore.” And good for her. There are riots in the street. The tyrannical government is reeling from a message sent by an unknown source. It’s not a safe place for a girl like her. [break][break]

“In Hoenn, we believe in second chances. We’ll getcha sorted out. Hey, do alright today and there’s a job in it for you.” It’s a lifeline tossed out into the sea. You hope with all your heart that she takes it and pulls herself up onto deck. You simply cannot bring yourself to believe a woman could be evil. [break][break]

You step out. You talk to the men. It gets heated, but eventually you return. Still smiling. Under the added weight of grief, you’ve still got it. You’re still Michael Navidson, detective.

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“Come with me. I’ve got a plan. Let’s talk in my room for a sec.” You lead her off with a plan forming in your head. Something Melody or Kyle would never consider doing.

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You can be a real bastard, Michael Navidson.

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He's on the back foot.

Weakness. Prey that shows its neck.

Or perhaps an insect that turns away from the sickly-sweet aroma of a pitcher plant, afraid of what might happen if it gives in completely to all of its instincts.

You can't help but smile as he presses his back up against the wall.

But even then, he doesn't forget himself. It's a sign that he's got plenty of willpower left. Something that can be broken down with time, digested, dissolved. But for now, he's still got his senses, and that's enough to make you wanna seep him in venom. Break him down.

"I've already used up my second chance. Goin' on two hundred now. But I won't squander this opportunity. Promise."

Whatever job he's got to offer, it can't be harder than what you've already done.

The depths you've sunk to are an abyss, something you're afraid to confront, to scrutinize too closely. Stare into the abyss and it stares back. But mere dark would flinch at the sins you carry with you now.

He leaves and comes back, as you ruminate on what's even left for you here. There aren't any other options. You fancy yourself a predator, but is that really the case? He's got all the power here. Do what he says, maybe you survive. Maybe you get your freedom.

That's what you've been doing this whole time, isn't it? It's all the same.

So you follow. Down the hallway, to the man's cabin. By the time he invites you in, you're despondent.

Do as he says. That's the only way out of this.

Your coat slides from your shoulders and falls to the floor as you stand there. You glance at your feet. They're suddenly the most interesting thing in the world.

"Whatever you need me to do, it can't be worth committing a crime yourself, can it? At least tell me your name, first."

All you've paid to get this far, it's too high a price for any one person. And yet, even if you've sold your soul, you've made it this far. Anything more, just a little more, and you're free.

So just get it over with.

Hyakkaryōran Tsubaki

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Michael Navidson

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Elite 4.

Sheriff

5'10" / 177.8 cm height

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“Navy.” You say without hesitation. Afterwards, you realize that’s a shoddy answer. It’s your name, but it tells her nothing. She deserves better than that. She needs to see what’s on the dotted line, not what Gabe called you when he was still above ground, endeavoring to be the champion. [break][break]

“Navidson. Michael Navidson. Surprised your dad never mentioned me. Especially considering you were supposed to meet me here on the ship.” You tease her while trying not to look at the body beneath the coat. You already feel dirty for what you must ask her to do. You’re not some League official. You don’t have a clearance level. You can’t come in swinging part of your anatomy and make people listen to you without reservation. You’re just one man.

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One man with a plan.

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Before you were Navy, you were a beast of the streets. Responsibility made you grow up. Made you more than a creature of back alleys. Yet it’s still in your blood. You’re wild, like the dragon that so terrifies you. The plan you’ve hatched requires you to be that creature again. You’re on the side of the angels, but you have to get dirty.

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“You know how to mix…flowers, yeah?” You overcome the guilt and press on. “I need you to help me make a laxative. We’re gonna go to the security office. I’ll distract the officer there. We’ll pour it in some coffee. While he empties his bowels, I’ll look at the passenger log. We’ll compare the names to a little list I got through a back door to Interpol’s site. Assuming we find some matching names, we hunt ‘em down on the ship and figure out which one killed our guy.” Devious as it is decisive.

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You look at the blooming poison flower.

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“You in?”

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Your heart stops.

"That's it?"

That's nothing.

He's acting like this is the end of the world. In his sigh is the resignation that comes with realizing you're a monster, a killer, but this is a middle school prank. Making someone void their bowels is trivial. It's beneath you.

You scowl in disappointment.

"Thought for a moment you were gonna to coerce me into something I'd regret. That's nothing. Less than nothing."

All your stress melts away. You don't care anymore.

You plop down on the bed with a sigh.

That moment of weakness has passed, and now you're just pissed. Pissed that you were willing to fall so much further than that, just for a taste of freedom. He could've asked for anything in that moment and you'd have obliged.

Absolutely anything.

"Laxatives are boring, but practical."

The most uninspiring thing in the world.

Where was the drama, the despair?
The terror-stricken expression as they realized their lives lay in your hands, and they had to submit to your every whim?
The weakness in their eyes as they spilled their guts on the floor, confused and scared?
Jumping at shadows and seeing ghosts, while you interrogated them?

There was absolutely nothing artistic about it.

"You're a detective, alright."

You say it with all the scorn in the world, laying back and stretching as you gaze up at the ceiling. It's simple, all so simple. All the tension in your body releases at once as you realize there's nothing you have to worry about.

He's an honest enough soul he didn't even consider what he might get out of this. He's in it purely to help another person, rotten to the core as they might be.

"... Navidson, huh..."

You wonder if you father once said something about him.

The taste of nostalgia rests on your tongue as you say it. But it's lost in the fog of squandered youth, all those accumulated sins. You've done so much in so little time, there was never a reason to remember a name. Names were things you were meant to forget. In this line of work, remembering your name was self-sabotage, while remembering someone else's was an act of war. You went by code names, monikers, something to disguise yourself. That was the only refuge you had.

Regardless, you can't place it at the moment. Why that name's so familiar. You forget it for now, more important things on your mind.

"You're a good guy, Navy. I can tell. Saving a damsel in distress is what guys like you live for, isn't it? You wanna be the big damn hero.

Anyway. Let's make some guys shit their guts out."

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“Language.” You scold her like she’s the girl she is. Such words are unbecoming of such beautiful lips. “We’ll stop by the pharmacy and grab whatever you need. I’ll chat up the pharmacist. Distract ‘em for ya. Shouldn’t be too hard. Unless you’ve got what you need on hand.” Either way, it’s time to move out. It’s amusing to you. She’s got you pegged. Got you dead to rights. This whole poisonous flower thing, you swear you’ve heard it somewhere before… [break][break]
It’s a story for another time. For now, you’ve got work to do. You step out of your cabin, the little brat of a beauty there with you. Together, you can do great things. Solve a crime. Grow. Be more than the mistakes of your past.

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It’s funny how disappointed she seems by the practicality of his decisions. She wanted something more inspired than laxatives. You hate to disappoint, but them’s the breaks. Kids these days.

[break][break]

It’s not a long trip to the pharmacy. It has all the essentials. Vitamins. Minerals. Overpriced goods. You’re floating out at sea. It’s not like you have anywhere else to go if you need an advil. It’s their way or the highway. The girl at the counter is pretty. Legal, unlike the poisonous camellia. You spend a few minutes smiling at her, chatting her up, distracting her while little miss rebel grabs what she needs and mixes it together.

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And then, it’s off to the races. The security guy on duty is an older gentleman. His name is Joseph. Just some guy from Alola. He chugs coffee like it’s going out of style. Anything to stay awake on a beat this boring. This place is more or less just a retirement home for him where he can get paid.[break][break]

It’s just meaningless chatter meant to fill space. You talk to him. Chew the fat. You get him to focus on you and not the pretty girl. He puts his coffee down. Forgets about it for the moment.[break][break]

Before he knows it, he sips poison right into his stomach.

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There's a burning indignation in the pit of your stomach.

Someone tells you to mind your mouth. You've heard this before, across the sea. Another side of the same coin, telling you to watch what you say.

Or what!?

What's he gonna do? Refuse to help you?

"Yeah, yeah..."

You grumble, letting it all wash over you like acid rain.

It doesn't matter. None of it matters.

Mind your manners, pretend to be that damsel in distress. Strike right at his sympathies, and you'll be free before you know it.

But something tells you this good girl act, as unconvincing as it is, hardly matters. This guy would help you no matter what. Even if you were as thorny as a rose, he wouldn't hesitate.

Or maybe that's just your impression after dealing with the beat cops who walk Saffron's streets, too jaded and disillusioned to step in to help anyone in need.

He's just from Hoenn. It's different here.

"They confiscated what I had on hand. Nothing I've got is refined. But yeah, I know what I need. All I need's a good distraction."

Of course, you've got the natural venom of an Arbok on hand, too.

Sumire, asleep as she is in her ball, won't be of use here. You're not killing anyone, and the tools to turn that venom into something less potent you figured you'd pick up when you got there. You had just enough, in case something happened...

And that it did, but not in any way you could affect.

... Speaking of your pokemon, you long for that serpent to curl herself around you now, feel nice and comfortable in that embrace. But as soon as your release her, as soon as she realizes what a mess you're in, you know all hell's breaking loose. She's the only one you've got left from your childhood who doesn't hate you. She'd fight for your freedom, all the way to the end.

But you're done fighting. She doesn't deserve that anymore. You'd sooner face twenty years to life than make her fight one more goddamn fight that isn't worth it. And you, as you are, aren't worth it in the slightest. You sold your soul to escape from that place, gave everything but your life, but... what's left is unrecognizable in the mirror.

You frown at that girl you can see reflected there, stealing behind the pharmacist's back.

Nothing's changed, you're still that criminal you hoped to leave behind in Kanto. But, you shake off the distraction. Grab what you need, get the hell out of there. Mix it all up, prepare the drug, while Navy watches.

"This guy's gonna have so much PTSD the next time he runs to the loo."

You chuckle, imagining the look on his face. You don't even consider the ramifications of that, too focused on the pain you're about to cause some innocent guy's bowels. He'll ingest this, and within a few minutes, nothing else will matter but a porcelain throne.

"That's a phrase from Kalos, y'know. 'L'eau'. Just means water."

You say it so casually, taking the vial in hand and holding it proudly above your head. It's perfectly transparent, unassuming. It'll taste like nothing.

"But this, it's anything but water. You'll blow out your guts if you take more than a drop."

And this guy's got the whole vial. No restraint.

It's gone straight to his gut, you can see it on his face. But you don't make a sound, don't even react. This guy who'll be dead within a decade doesn't matter, he's less than an insect. And you, who've laced his coffee with enough laxatives to melt his guts, couldn't care in the slightest.

"Coffee's good at aiding digestion. Some people take it as a dessert after dinner, despite the caffeine content. But me, I just can't stand the bitterness, no matter how much cream you add."

You hear your voice ring around the hallway as you turn to Navy. As you hear the old man's stomach grumble. It's echoing through his head, you're sure. If he can focus on anything at all right now except the coming storm, it's that fact, and that fact alone.

And only then, do you offer the smallest smirk at the thought.

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Somewhere in your heart of hearts, you realize that you’re dealing with a demented girl. The smirk at her handiwork. The file on her isn’t exaggerated. You and her are kin, in a sense. She ran the streets of Saffron, you ran the streets of Slateport. No…not so different.[break][break]
You promise yourself, as you promised her father, that you’ll give her a better life. You’ll help her apply for school again. Get into a university somewhere. Life will change for her. It can’t possibly end up all bad, can it?[break][break]
“Woah woah woah, gimme a minute, body.” Joseph speaks like approaching thunder. An old coot who’s been doing this job for too long now. He gives them a good natured smile as he runs off to the bathroom. You see it in a much more lighthearted view than the girl at your side. It’s just a prank. The kinda stuff Junior would do to you, back when he was a Larvitar. Like when he tied your shoelaces in front of Navy.[break][break]
“Sure thing, pardner.” Alola’s not part of Unova, but some people like to make the joke that the two are united in culture. Lots of people from one go to the other for work or play. Then again, Alola is just universally loved by the people of the world. Sand. Beautiful women. Beaches. Coconuts. What’s not to love?[break][break]
You suddenly wish you were there instead of here. With this girl and Gabe. You think that she’d make a fine girlfriend for him, once she shakes off her old life. Gabe could keep her on the straight and narrow.[break][break]
“Alright, be my lookout.” You slip into Joseph’s desk. An incognito tab opens. You open a website you shouldn’t have access to in one tab and a list of every name in the ship ledger in the other. It’s a time-consuming process, but you quickly find your groove. Filtering information is a Michael Navidson specialty. Before you is a sea of information. A sea of faces. Suspected Rockets. Known Rocket affiliates. Places in Slateport and Saffron where Rockets are known to hang out.[break][break]
At one point, the smiling face of the girl you rescued looks up at you. You think nothing of it. You’re giving her a fresh start. She’s a young, dumb kids. Young, dumb kids falling in with wrong crowds is the way of the world.[break][break]
You wouldn’t say that if she wasn’t a woman, would you? Men like you are the worst, Navy.[break][break]
Finally, the list filters down to three. Three names. Three pictures. Three M.O.s[break][break]
Henry Hickory, yes that’s his real name, a Unovan smuggler. Affiliated with the rockets. Trades in all sorts of illicit goods. Here with his family.[break][break]
Yoshika Tohru, a tough for the organization. Grinning up at you. Nothing but a grunt.[break][break]
Kao Pi. A gentleman from another region. Smiling up at you. Closed lilac eyes. Known racketeer.[break][break]
“You know any of these guys?” You ask the girl. “Be honest, now. Spill the l’eau on what you know ‘bout ‘em. Which one do you think it is?”

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The law disappears.

You're alone with him, now, the man who'd commit a crime to save you.

He's an accomplice in all this, no matter how you spin it. Even if he suggested it, that juvenile prank, you're the one who made it possible. You've taken some guy and dragged him down to your level. There, at the bottom of the pitcher plant, it's so much easier. There's nothing bigger than yourself to care about.

You're just a bunch of insects ripping each other apart, and all it takes for him to turn on you is the realization that he, too, is dissolving in the acid.

Even so, for now he's on your side. He's all too eager to embarrass this man, let him lose his job, his livelihood. Let him be branded as the guard who let a prisoner escape.

It's not like he didn't see your face, even if Navy did distract him.

But you can't help but feel that gnawing emptiness in your gut at the thought.

You can't feel sorry for a man who'd abandon his post, no matter how you look at it. He's exactly the sort of failure that allowed you to get away with so goddamn much. His body betrayed him, but it only revealed a strength of will that was already pitifully weak. In that man there lies the negligence, the lack of duty or principle, that let you slip between the cracks of society and fall all the way to the bottom.

In the dregs at the bottom of the cup, what fortune is to be told in tea leaves but some messy and unflattering end?

It could only ever end this way from the start.

It takes a moment, to realize Navy's talking to you. Your mind was elsewhere, brooding on what's left for you. But he's asking about your past now, something you'd already sworn to forget.

As if you could ever forget something that leaves such deep, invisible scars.

"All three of 'em. I recognize all three."

There's nothing to hide from him that's worth it. If he knows your father, he knows your past. Lying was something you used when you needed to survive. A tool of a cornered animal, doing whatever she can to get out of the den of vipers she'd found herself in.

But now, at the precipice of freedom, what use is it here?

"First is a mercenary, through and through. Information broker that did some trafficking on the side. Dealt in more than just pokemon, if you get the drift. Threatened to do the same to me. So I hit 'em where it hurts, cornered the market. Upset his wallet. He'd sell me out for anything."

The adrenaline of those battles, life or death, comes back in an instant as soon as you see his face.

He was protecting his goods, but you were setting them free. The cost of "trade" in your territory became too high with those series of nightly raids. Eventually got priced out. And you ended up with a steep price on your head to boot.

But for him, the man you rejected with a kick to the groin...

No, it was personal.

"Second let me out of his sight on a job. I walked away with everything, let him get picked up by the cops. Worth a year's salary and a promotion. As proof of his devotion to the cause, he lost a finger and was demoted back to zero."

You remember.

The panic in your chest that night as you noticed the cops coming down that alley. You'd never sell someone out on purpose, but there was no obligation to warn him, either. Not when that'd alert them to your presence.

He wouldn't make that distinction, probably thinks you're a mole. He'd like to fit you for a brand new pair of cement shoes, you bet.

"Last one's an old family friend. Owned several businesses in town, a real 'community leader' type. Long story short, the price of staying in business kept going up, and he didn't wanna pay. The authorities coming down on him for laundering became the least of his worries after they sent me to deal with it."

The way he looked at you with no malice in his eyes that day, as if this was all just business, even as you threatened his life and the lives of his family. Even as you threatened agonizing torture. The way he didn't even react.

It haunts you.

You were some kid with false bravado and something to prove. He had lived through a lifetime of war. He'd seen that side of humanity more times than you could count, but it still made you shudder to think that you were just the latest in a long list of atrocious human beings he'd met. Probably nothing compared to them, even at your worst.

Was that list of people he'd want to kill?

You're not sure.

"If you want my honest guess..."

Only three people want you out of the picture and framed for murder?

That seems too low. You're worse than that. You're the lowest scum. The insect that devoured everyone else and became a curse.

But, of the options presented...

"The Unovan wouldn't risk it on a family vacation. The Tsubaki he knows retaliates quick. And, he knows that she knows his kid's faces."

You can't help but stifle a laugh at that. It's insane. You'd never dream of it.

But he doesn't know that.

"Mr. Kao's got too many war buddies he wants to meet up with first. Some thug in Kanto, even if she's her father's daughter, doesn't rank high on his list of priorities.

"... Which leaves the grunt, the fall guy."

You stare at his happy grin.

That he could even make that face after what the bosses made him do, it's hard to believe... if only that he'd seen an old work buddy and realized he had the perfect opportunity for revenge, just before that picture was taken...

"I think that's the one. Tohru."

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You listen as a seventeen year old girl, a high school dropout like yourself, recount her past. Well, that’s not precisely what she’s doing. Her delicate little lips speak poisoned words. Vile. Words no seventeen year old should ever speak. It’s like a spew of toxic sludge pouring out of her, covering the room. To hear a girl so young talk about these hardened, evil men in such terms kills your faith in the world. You want to take her away from here. You want to pull her into a better life. Show her that the world doesn’t have to be this way. That there can be a better world, away from Kanto and the Rockets…[break][break]
But first, you have to free her. You have to take up the proverbial sword of a knight in shining armor. Use your blade of truth to carve for her a path to freedom. There is only one truth. Police, corrupt as they are, the vilest pigs of the world, cannot deny hard evidence. If you can provide them with irrefutable proof, then you can prevail. If they try and throw her in jail anyway, you have a powerful friend or two. It’s a last resort, but it’s an option.[break][break]
“Tohru it is, then.” You take out a small notepad. Noting down the details of the man’s room number in violet ink, you nod, close the link, and get up. Maybe there will be some hard questions, if the people you know at interpol even notice. If not, all the better. You used the vital power of truth to set an innocent girl free. Placing a hand on her shoulder, you feel how slight it is under your touch. Slim. This girl shouldn’t be saying so many vile things.[break][break]
She should be in a Kanto high school, wearing one of those uniforms Johto and Kanto are so famous for. The sailor ones. She should be gossiping about dumb things. Who’s sleeping with who. Relationship drama. All the things that define teenage females of the species in your mind. Not planning how to prove she didn’t commit a homicide.[break][break]
With brisk footsteps, you leave the little security office. The girl’s in tow with you. You have to admit, the two of you make a good team. When you skirt around the hard edges of the law with someone like her, you can make things happen. Cutting through red tape feels so good.[break][break]
Everything you need to deal with the issue at hand is on your person. You have your Pokemon. When you were pulled into going on a cruise to Kanto, you even pulled him out of the daycare that seemed far more like a prison cell. The black wyrm of the abyss slumbers in a black-yellow ultra ball at your waist. You pray to Arceus that you have no occasion with which to wake the dragon.[break][break]
“There’s two ways to play this. If he’s in his room, we have a polite conversation. If he’s not, we sneak in and gather evidence. We’ll come up with an excuse after the fact as to why.”[break][break]
You hardly have finished explaining that when you turn a corner and see your man coming out of the room. He looks to you and then to Tsubaki. He’s an ugly man. Fair-skinned. Black hair. Eyes like a dead goldfish that’s been allowed to decay in its bowl for a few days.[break][break]
“Tsubaki? What the fuck?” He’s surprised she isn’t locked away right now, unaware the princess was broken out of her tower by a gallant knight.

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