Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Let's Slaughter An Anime/Game/Whatever Beyond All Recognition! Yay! ❯ Chapter 5

"It's cold!" Matrix squealed and giggled as he scampered about on the gym pool steps, his tail fluffing out to twice its normal size as he shivered in brisk delight. Nai'ia smiled softly at him, carefully folding away her usual vinyl bodysuit away in a corner in exchange for a more appropriate bikini she'd quietly filched from one of the lockers. Endlessly azure skin shimmered delicately under the starlight that filtered in through the row of otherwise darkened windows. It was well after hours, and Nai'ia, after discovering her little Eevee couldn't swim, took it upon herself to teach him what was, to her, an essential skill. This was their third night performing such midnight lessons, and soon, she felt, she could take off those silly orange water wings he insisted on wearing.

She remembered very little of the bridge incident, and it hardly mattered to her anyway. Her home in the condensation system hadn't been affected, after all, and Matrix was safe. That was all that really mattered wasn't it?

Her legs did not make so much as a ripple as she slid gracefully into the water, starkissed liquid kissing at the streamlined curves of her hips. Matrix giggled again and made a leap from the stairs, landing with a raucous splash that utterly ruined the Vaporeon's masterful entrance into her element…she shook her head, eyes gentle and frosted lips curved into a smile as she reached for the splashing, flailing child. Odd how he seemed to forget all her teachings overnight. Patiently, she turned him about in the water, positioning him the way he should be, pausing to give him a tender touch along one babysoft cheek.

Matrix cooed, then at her signal, dutifully kicked his legs. She let go of him and soon he was paddling mightily around the pool, soaked ears and tail trailing heavily in his wake. She would stand back to watch him…then one ear-fin caught the sound of Cord just outside and she sighed. She would stay put, however, unless the Dragonair decided to come inside. If he wanted to supervise, that was his business…she trusted him enough in that tiny measure.

Cord was indeed watching, though he had no idea Nai'ia knew this. He wasn't sure why he'd followed them…perhaps just to make sure Matrix was going to be alright with the strange woman. He smiled softly, watching his new little brother laugh and splash about. He considered going in…perhaps Nai'ia would learn not to fear him?

"Not going in?"

Cord nearly leapt right out of his coat, whirling about with a snap of pale hair. Voluptuous women were just abounding as of late, it would seem. Tiny, round glasses perched before warm purple, vertically pupiled eyes. Her hair appeared nearly black in the low lighting, but showed hint of magenta as it flashed with her motion. Cord could have sworn he'd seen her before. He'd at least passed her, in halls and even, he thought, once at the arcade, but he wasn't certain.

"I…don't think I will be, no," he blinked, watching her. She watched right back, threading her hands behind her back. "Do I…know you?"

"Would you like to get to know me?" she replied, coming….rather close and gazing up at him with a sweet smile of glimmering, carefully glossed tiers. Cord blinked. The woman was well endowed, with shapely hips and graceful limbs, and just a hint of a spicy-sweet scent that made his head fuzz pleasantly. Dead gorgeous woman. Hitting on him. Without him even having to try. What would Serike say?

"Is this a trick question?"

The woman laughed. Cord winced, glancing back towards the poolroom window. She was going to scare Nai'ia off!

"Don't worry, she can't hear me," the Abra chuckled, catching Cord's chin and gently moving his gaze back to her.

"She can't?" he blinked in confusion, then frowned. Abra were psychic…Astra said she's run across another psychic's work while diving into Nai'ia's mind…

"She's quite obedient, she only hears and sees what I want her to, when I want her to, you know."

"You!" he gasped, taking a step back, "You're the one who's controlling Nai'ia….you made her attack the bridge, didn't you?!" The Abra smirked, canting her head quite fetchingly at him.

"You catch on quickly," she purred, approaching him again, closing the space between them. She liked to stand rather close, it would seem. "Don't worry, I won't let her get hurt. She's too important right now…her fingers walked up his chest teasingly and Cord swallowed hard.

"Why…I mean…what are you doing this for? Why did you destroy the bridge?"

"Because I want this station, and I hardly think they were going to hand it over to me," she replied with a shrug.

"Why are you even telling me this?" Cord murmured, brows drawing. "I could turn you in, easily. You're a murderer…"

"Technically, the Vaporeon is the murderer, and you like her too much to give her to the authorities," she smiled again, "and you won't turn me in, because you're going to help me in my little pet project here."

"Oh I am, am I?" Cord growled, trying to step away again, but the woman wrapped her arms about him and he stopped in his tracks, heart pounding as he felt the lushness of her body right through his clothing. "And…and why am I going to help you?"

"Because I know you, Cord," she trilled pleasantly, giving him a bit of a squeeze. "You care nothing for those not directly associated with you…what would YOU care what happens to them? And besides…" here she leaned up, standing on tiptoes to just barely reach her lips towards one winged ear. "I will give you pleasures beyond your greatest fantasies if you do help me. I want you, in more than one way. I've been watching you for some time now…you harbor power enough to make people respect you, should you choose to use it…why not put that power of yours to use…?"

Cord trembled, swallowing again, his mind fogging with the thought-stealing mists of carnal desire. It was true…what DID he care what happened to people he didn't know? And besides, now that the crew was so decimated, perhaps it would be for the best if someone besides some half-trained, sixteen year old bird brain were to be in charge. And if he did this, he could have…her…

A sudden thought slashed through his haze and he started, grimacing down at her and firmly removing her arms from about him.

"Fine, I'll do it, but on my terms," he demanded, narrowing his eyes at her. A moment of suppressed anger flashed over the Abra's face, then that sweet smile was back.

"And…what are those, if you please?"

"First, I don't want to be just some lackey," he started, watching her carefully. "When all is said and done, I want a piece of the power, and nothing negligible, either. Real weight. Second, I don't want my family to get hurt. Leave them the hell alone. Third…"

"Third?" she prompted after his hesitation.

"Third…I want the first thing you offered. Lots of it."

She blinked, then threw back her head, revealing that graceful, golden throat as she laughed.

"Very well then, I think those are all terms that can be…arranged. I'll see you again then, Cord…" the curvaceous beauty turned about then, walking away with a measured, confident stride, her hips swaying. Cord blinked, then called out.

"Wait! What's your name?" The woman stopped and peered over her shoulder, lush lashes hooding those shimmering eyes.

"Magdalena," she replied….and she was gone.

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It was impossible to tell the difference between true sunlight and the artificial simulation the residential deck generated. Golden threads of ever shifting brilliance slanted in to warm the room with dappled patterns along the floor. The faceted suncatcher in the window caught those beams, throwing its stained glass image of a sapphire, spread winged bird onto the floor. Its beauty was lost on Taser, who stood near the window, one hand toying with the pale azure hair that fell along one cheek, gazing pensively out at the shattered command center in the distance.

He'd had all of his father's belongings packed away and taken out of sight. He didn't want to be constantly reminded of his loss even here at home. His mother had died years ago, and now he was truly an orphan. They'd fought so much when he was here…their last words were spoken in anger…

"Don't dwell," came a soft voice from behind him, just as a pale hand reached past him to close the drapes over the scene of that broken bridge. "Now come, you need more than just coffee for breakfast, hnn?"

Radish. He'd of course, let her have his bed, while he'd been sleeping on the couch for the past week, despite her protests. He didn't mind, although it did cramp his wings something horrible. He had to be a gentleman, after all. Taser turned slightly to look at her. She hadn't bothered to go by her dormitory yet and pick up fresh clothes, so she was wearing some of his own. Besides having huge holes in the back meant for wings, they were far too big for the little Rapidash, and had a tendency to hide her hands and slip over her shoulder, not to mention seriously slow down her sprinting. He couldn't even see her hooves with all that fabric bunched up about her feet. Still, it had a charming appeal.

"I'll be fine, I don't need half as much energy as you do," he chuckled, setting the coffee mug aside on an end table and turning to face her. She didn't seem happy with that answer, befreckled face scrunching, but she said nothing more, leaning against the back of the couch and canting her head at him.

"How did things go today?" she asked, crossing her ankles and blinking those large, crimson eyes curiously.

"We've almost got communications up again," he replied almost absently, his own, somewhat darker red eyes wandering over her frame. Such a strange creature, this. They'd barely known one another, and only through the occasional trip to the ice cream shop or duel in the arcade. They had been more rivals than anything, as the Articuno struggled to reclaim all his high scores. (He always, ALWAYS lost to her in the dancing sim, there was just no way to keep up!) Yet the moment he'd been in trouble, she was there. She had pulled him from his own personal darkness and caught him each time he began to fall back into it. She'd remained with him all this time so he wouldn't have to face this radically changed world of his all alone.

"What?" she asked quietly after realizing he'd fallen silent, staring at her.

"N…nothing," he replied, bowing his head, azure mane falling into shadowed eyes. He felt a soft touch to his cheek then, as Radish stood and moved to him, making him look to her. Her eyes were soft, a slight smile playing across her face.

"Hey," she murmured softly, "Everything's going to be okay, alright? You just have to keep moving forward."

"Yeah," he sighed, trying to give her a grin. "Maybe it will, Radish." He didn't know what came over him then, but he found his arms sliding about that slender form, profile lowering towards her slightly shocked own.

Pain twinged out from his forehead and he jerked back with a little grunt, blinking in bewilderment, rubbing at the spot. Radish blushed furiously, her snowy skin doing nothing to help at all, and tried, unsuccessfully, to hide a giggle. Her horn had rather painfully interrupted the impending kiss.

"I'm sorry!" she laughed, fingering the offending ornament. "It…it can be a bother, can't it?"

"A challenge," he chuckled…perhaps for the first time in a week. "But nothing I can't overcome." A bit more of a tilt of the head would be needed then, and this time, their lips connected. She was as warm as he was cool, cerulean tresses mingling with her ever shifting, flame like mane. It would be brief, but strangely sweet, and they'd both pull away breathing a bit heavier.

"Thank you," he sighed, "for everything. I can't have done this without you."

She smiled, still blushing terrifically…but she certainly hadn't minded.

"You're welcome, Taser," she beamed, reaching up to curiously trace his cheek. He did feel cool. Not cold, certainly, but cooler than she'd expect. He grinned softly and tapped her horn, then stepped away, plucking up his shirt as he went.

"Before those damned council members come hunt me down, why don't we go to the arcade and see if I can't beat your score at Space Captain Amano, hnn? And maybe we can swing by your place and get you some clothes that fit. It'd be a real shame if those pants kept you from running over your daily quota of bystanders, hnn?"

Radish giggled, her blush slowly fading as she hitched up the clothing in question, following him out the door.