Dark Descent - Chapter 1 - Culling the Weak
AU:This is a Story Following a OC character, Who is cruel and plays off the emotions of others to get what he wants. He's not for the faint of heart. Please take this into mind as this is a very dark fic that will involve canon characters from the Pokemon Series. So when you read this, remember one thing. Rook is a evil prick with a sick and twisted heart as well as a Member of Team Rocket. This will have plot, smut and other fun things as well. So If you plan to read this series give it a few chapters for everything to come together. Also Constructive help is openly accepted as long as it's civil-Chapter 1-The best way to manipulate someone is not to try to trick them into believing any single idea or thought, but to convince them that the person who perpetuates any individual idea would never have reason or desire to harm them. Many men seek to use coercion to try and make others follow them, but actually all it took was the knowledge of what another yearned for to ties strings around another. The puppeteering that would follow would just be the icing on the cake, so to speak. That was how things had turned for one man as he held a certain red head while she weeped against his chest that warm Sunday morning.Considering that the two of them were at a funeral it only made sense that there was an air of sorrow around the two. Thankfully though, the weather was clear and crisp, the wind blowing the same as if were any other morning despite the fact that several machop were working together to lay the coffins of three sleeping figures into the ground while a priest spoke words of passing for the deceased. The array of people, and some pokemon, dressed in black made the scene as the redhead in question howled while trying her best keep herself from collapsing as she held onto the chest of the young man who was nuzzling the top of her head."And now," the pastor said, drawing the attention of all present, "as we lay these three siblings together within the earth we send out the white pidgey into the sky to guide their souls to the heavens," Wings flapped as the albino owls rose to the sky, on their feet the names of the three sisters which were now gone from the world. It was only when the cascading feathers of the white birds had fallen did the pastor began speaking again, but for one person, all they heard was silence as exhaustion and grief finally overcame them."Will you be able to take care of her, Rook?" A teenage Ash Ketchem said as he looked at those passing by him and then man who was busy kneeling next to an unconscious Misty. The black haired pokemon catcher looked down with sorrowful eyes as he watched the shuddering form of his former crush lay on the bed with tears streaming down the sides of her eyes. "Of course," The sixteen year old youth said without flinching, his hard eyes turned to look at Ash with a fire that
made the other boy smile knowingly. "Alright," Ash said as he moved passed the other press a kiss onto the side of Misty's head. "If you need anything I'll be in town for a while," The black haired pokemon trainer acknowledged the grunt from the other as a sign of acceptance and then picked himself up to go about his way. "Come on, Pikachu," The yellow rodent in question turned to look to his best friend somewhat mournfully before nodding and then following after the human, its red cheeks sparking with small bolts of electricity as it did so.The electric pokemon hopped up onto his partner's left shoulder once the two had gotten to the door of the house which Misty now owned by herself and soon all that was left in the room was the figure of a man dressed in black standing over the prone figure of a heartbroken woman. Dark eyes stared at the other with a contemplative look before pale thin lips rose without warning or prompting.****The key to properly keeping someone under someone's thumb was the ability to get the to believe that reliance on another was the only way in which their world could function. Whether this became a truth later on was a moot point, as true manipulation was no a two way street. More often, all forms of control were instantly lost when the balance of power began to shift in any way which deviated from one person having full control over another."Misty, I really think you should reconsider this," Rook said as he busied himself with cooking breakfast for the young woman. Wearing the pink apron while waving a spatula in his hand like some strange crossdressing housewife, Rook probably didn't realize that his current appearance made it hard for the redhead to take him seriously."Look," Misty all but growled, he patience over the last few days after the funeral having made her somewhat more curt and short tempered. Ash had learned the hard way about this in the past when the two of them journeyed together with Pokemon Gym Leader Brock, so the black haired trainer had made himself quite scarce over the last few days. Though that didn't stop him from coming by just to pop his head in, every couple of hours. "You said that you think you might have a way to find out about what really happened, and I want some results!" Rook sighed as he felt a small headache come on, he was never all that good at dealing with emotional females who raged at him. A testament by his former single status before stumbling over Misty. Opening his mouth to speak, the sixteen year old snapped his jaw closed as he noted, one, the hard look the new gym leader gave him, Misty having taken over after her sister's death as leader of Cerulean City's only gym, and two, the smell of his quiche burning. Flipping around with a yelp, the black haired youth quickly scooped the egg out of the frying pan and then safely settle it onto the plate next to the stove, thanking god that it hadn't burned. "Look,
Misty," the young man cut the quiche in half, dumping one side over onto an empty plate off to the side before turning to regard his girlfriend. "I know that I said that I had some contacts that I could put you in touch with, but I think you're going down the wrong road with this," Picking up both plates, grabbing some silverware from the drawer underneath the cabinets, Rook marched his way over to where Misty was busy looking through the reports the police had given her on hit and run accident that had claimed her siblings life with almost desperate determination. How the redhead had gotten such things, well, that was the first sign of proof that Rook had connections in all the right places."At least I'm doing something!" Sparkling blue eyes turned to regard the other, the evidence of tears soon about to flood down the young woman's face.Rook could only sigh as he untied the ties of the apron from off around his back before pulling the frilly garment up from over his head and then settling it down onto the empty chair opposite of Misty. Taking the seat for himself, Rook said a prayer over the food, ever so grateful to be able to have the ability to cook for himself, before taking a fork and sticking it into his quiche. "Yes you are, but look at what's happening to you in the process," Blowing over the steaming egg the young man popped his creation into his mouth, chewing slowly so as not to burn his mouth, and then swallowed audibly. "Needs more salt," He muttered before turning his attention to his girlfriend, "You're barely eating, as can be seen by my food being disregarded after I put so much love and care into it," That made Misty lower her eyes, "You're refused to get more than four hours of sleep in your quest to go over every little detail of the case, of which has only been opened for a week now, despite the Officer Jenny of this city telling you that she and the rest of the police force were doing all they could to help catch the person responsible for..." Rook paused as he noticed the redhead wince, "...doing what they had done, and lastly, you've closed down the gym, preventing up and coming trainers from continuing with their dream of being promising pokemon trainers." That last fact hit the hardest, something Rook knew that it would as he watched the redhead let out a cry of frustration. What Misty did next was no surprise to the other, but it did make Ash, who was looking through the window to check on his friend jump just a bit. "I know that, okay!" A fist slamming onto the table followed the cry on someone falling back onto the ground with a loud 'thump'. Neither Rook nor Misty took notice as they were used to a certain pokemon catcher's clumsiness as he tried to make himself somewhat like a ninja in his stealth-like surveillance. The sounds of his moans of pain were a testament to how much the other failed in this endeavor. "I just..." Misty bit her lower lip as she tried to find
the words in which summed up her tumultuous feelings, "I can't let this go, not knowing that somewhere out there, the person who took the only family I have away from me is sleeping in peace!""But look at what you're becoming because of it." Rook said gently. "Are you sure you want to turn yourself into a monster just to catch another?" The young man didn't wait for an answer as he pushed the plate Misty had refused to touch closer to the other, adding a fork over the cooling egg as he did so. "I don't think you deserve such a thing, Misty, you're too good for that," The black haired youth watched as his girlfriend slowly began to smile at him before adding, "despite the occasional temper tantrum." That instantly made the other scowl and then huff before snatching up her eating utensil to begin viciously tearing into the quiche in front of her.Outside of the house, "He's...ugh...right Misty," The pained confirmation from a certain Ketchem boy made the redhead roll her eyes while Rook chuckled behind his left hand. A 'pika'pika' sound seemed to confirm the slightly injured youth's declaration."You should listen to your friends, they knows things," That got a laugh from the redhead.*****The art of being able to read someone is key to any kind of manipulation. Knowing how someone will and will not react takes time to learn, but in being able to read them - their physical reactions at a certain play of words and their emotional responses to physical gestures - has been a time honoured skill for which men, and many women, have used to draw out responses from others."Misty, are you sure about this?" Rook asked as he looked down at the smaller woman, his dark eyes considerate as he worried over how what was to take place would go for the two of them. A hesitant nod of a head made the young man sigh before leaning down to kiss the redhead onto the nose, a giggling response making him smile just a touch. "Alright, but at any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll stop," A bob of a head later and soon the bedroom became filled with a heavy sigh as an age old dance played out between man and woman.Taking a slight step back..."I'm impressed, Misty," Rook said as he handed the other a bottle of water to which the sweating redhead took the offered gift without thought, popping open the cap and then taking a swig of the cool fluids without really considering her actions, "You let the young trainer win, despite the fact that you could have beaten her without a second glance," The newly defeated gym leader shrugged before pulling the half empty water bottle from her lips,"The kid deserved to win," that was usually not how gym leaders were supposed to act, at least, now by the standards in which they had promised themselves to after creating and opening their own gym via accepting the rules and ordinance of the Pokemon Registration League. "Letting her get over on
Staryu was the least I could do, especially after seeing how..." Misty stopped at that, he eyes lowering just a touch as she was reminded of days passed."How much she reminded you of a certain loudmouthed pokemon trainer?" Rook didn't have to guess what his girlfriend was thinking on that one, having been around a certain pikachu partnered youth for the last month and a half had made him very much aware of how Misty responded to Ash's quirksome behavior and personality.The fact that Ash had moved on just a week ago, saying something about his mom had needed him to come home to do chores around the house, Rook didn't bother to ask after meeting the very...odd Mrs. Ketchum at the funeral. That had been the only thing which pulled the young many away from his former crush, the young pokemon trainer having taken to working several odds jobs around the city of Cerulean just so that he could keep an eye on his still emotionally frail girlfriend. Had Rook been any other guy he might have been somewhat annoyed by the fact that his girlfriend's 'best friend' was constantly hovering around, but in actuality this gave the young man the chance to check on some things while leaving the redhead in the care of someone he knew would look out for her. "Don't start," Misty chided, a dark glower in her eyes as she looked through her peripheral at her boyfriend. Wisely, Rook brought his hands up in surrender before smiling nervously."Ok, ok." There was silence between the two for several seconds before Misty picked herself up from the bench she was sitting on, stretching her tired form in a way that made blush and turn his head to the side as he felt a stiffness in his pants began to tent the fabric of his black cashmere pants. "Ah, so anyway, I have that information you and I had been talking about," That got an instant reaction from Misty, though not the one Rook would have expected."Who?! What?! When?!" The redhead barked as she slammed her boyfriend into the nearby wall, his head bouncing somewhat as he made impact. "...ouch." Rook said as staryu bloomed in front of his eyes, dancing somewhat erratically as they did. A shake of his and the playful starfish pokemon trailed back into the black waters of oblivion from which they had come. "I'm almost afraid to tell you now, I might go through the wall if I do," Rook joked, at least until he saw his girlfriend growl up at him, a show of her blunt teeth reminding him of this arcanine he had seen once as it was about to tear into the throat of a rapidash. "But of course, common sense has always been my best friend and is currently urging me to tell you that you should probably see something in the living room, dear, after closing up the gym, of course," Before Rook could get the world close out of his mouth the redhead who had had him pinned up against the wall spun around and dashed from the locker room where the two of the hand been standing,
never once minding the fact that she was only in a thong as he ran full speed to the front. 'Oh boy,' Rook thought as he slid himself down the wall, his knees having given out at the display of his girlfriend's hostility, 'I hope I'm doing the right thing here,' Bowing his head into his chest, the black haired youth let out a low sigh before snorting a chuckle.It was later in the day when Misty found herself being hugged by Rook, the redhead having seen the tape for which showed the person in question who had killed her sisters. The black film had been made via a sky satellite which had been looking down over the city of Cerulean at around eight thirty, just ten minutes after Misty's sisters had been fatally killed while driving from the restaurant they had treated themselves out to. The man had looked around himself in some paranoia before gazing up to the sky, a prayer on his lips before a sound from behind him made him take off from the car which he had been driving. The fact that someone had shown up in the video several seconds later to drive off with the open doored car only served to make Misty cry out like a banshee."So this is why the police were having such a hard time," Rook said out loud, though he hadn't mean too. Officer Jenny had come around to tell the younger woman that they had found the car in which had killed her sisters, however, the person who had been driving it had profusely claimed innocence to the deed of slaughtering the three siblings; he was just a car thief who had seen a weird guy get out of the vehicle, leaving the keys still in the ignition, before taking off with the free ride. A Hypno-hypnozation test had proved that the man hadn't been lying, though it did lead to several other arrests for which an entire ring of car thieves had been caught, not that that meant much to the distraught Misty.The young redhead gym leader had been somewhat distraught for the rest of the evening, her mind reeling from the knowledge that she was so close to the person who had taken her sisters from her, and yet, she might as well have been on the moon looking down at them for the good it did her. It was because of this that Rook found himself taking care of the smaller woman, helping her to strip out of her clothes to take a bath for the evening, massaging her back to relieve the built up tension Misty had kept locked inside after watching the video. All the way until the black haired youth had carried his still slightly distraught girlfriend to her bedroom, the two of them sleeping in opposite rooms as Misty often felt unsure about having her boyfriend, or rather, this young man be so close to her. Not exactly the blushing virgin type, Misty's sisters had raised her to be chaste and demure in her affections with the men in her lives, the fact that the trio had been single before their deaths spoke volumes about how far they had taken this fact to heart, however..."Will you, stay
with me, Rook?" The young man had blinked twice, sure that he had heard wrong, but at looking into his girlfriend's sparkling eyes the youth couldn't help but nod slightly before slipping into bed with Misty.It was sometime later during the silence of the night that things had changed between the two. Misty had not been able to sleep as she her mind had constantly tossed and turned over thoughts best left unspoken. Of course, a mind in turmoil leaves the body open to various...instincts which nature had already established through extensive experimentation made over centuries upon centuries. So when Misty found her hands reaching down to fondle herself with provocation she was slightly surprised by what she found. "Huh?" She gasped as she fingered herself without meaning to, the stimulation fascinating her as he found her clitorious for the second time in her life, the first having been in the bathroom some years earlier which had led to a very...long conversation with her sisters after she had ran screaming to them about the 'bump on her no-no'. "Is something that matter?" A half-awake Rook questioned, the other having drifted off almost an hour after he had laid Misty into bed.There was silence as the redhead looked at her boyfriend, his sleepy eyes watching her somewhat bemusedly as he fought himself against going back to sleep. Tense seconds passed for Misty as she debated over a thought and a choice which would have a strong impact over her future. "Rook," The youth cocked his head, awareness coming back to him as the male instinct took rise over the sound of a woman in turmoil. "I think...I'm ready..." It actually took the young man several seconds to figure out what his girlfriend was talking about, his left eyebrow raised to the sky as he blinked rapidly at the other. However, once thought unified together with knowing...And that was how Rook found himself with his arms on the sides of Misty's head, the two of them naked as the day they had been born into the Pokemon world, while the young man looked down worried at his soon-to-be lover. Now, normally, when a man is preparing to deflower a woman, he has a sense of confidence about himself, hormones within the brain telling the masculine figure that he is about to exert himself over his opposite as nature had originally designed, however, perhaps because of this new age of enlightenment, Rook found himself nervous as he stared down at his girlfriend. That, of course, hadn't stopped his prick from elongating down between his legs, the heavy weight of the fourteen inch phallus weighing down against the redhead's stomach like a small arbok as the flared head of the mushroom tip of the young male's cock seemed to flex in want to be within the hole which called to it. Just to top of the already uncomfortable scene, Rook's balls, full and weighty between his legs like ripe fruit from off a tree branch, seemed to churn almost visibly as
the black haired youth's semen bubbled deeply within his testicles."Misty, are you sure you're about this, because I can wait, trust me on that," Rook seemed to be almost desperate as he spoke down to his girlfriend. The fact that Misty was smiling up at him somewhat abashedly onto served to heighten the other's nervousness. "I mean,""Rook," The black haired teen blinked and then looked down at the redhead, "shut up," At that, the young man did as he was told, his face hardening somewhat so as to shut down his still spiraling feelings. "Alright," It was with that the at the young man leaned down to press a chaste kiss over his girlfriend's lips, plunging his tongue into the warm depths of the redhead's mouth, allowing her to such on his mobile flesh, before moving his hips in such a way that the head of his mushroomed sex rubbed over the outer lining of the young woman's nether lips. Sweet juices quickly began to pour out from both male and female as Misty's untouched vagina oozed a thick, musky secretion from the rising heat filling her body while Rook's own sticky nectar dripped down onto his lover's twat, the effect of his balls bouncing back and forth between his legs as she shuffled himself over his girlfriend.Still swapping spit with one another, the pair didn't bother to notice the peeking eyes of a certain yellow pokemon outside of the redhead's window. Beady little eyes watched on with curiosity, the sights, scents and sounds from inside of the room making the animal in question tilt its head to the side just a tad before the next scene caused it to jump back...which consequently sent it tumbled down the side of the house with a startled cry. A flash of electricity the only proof that the other had even been there.Misty arched off the bed, her body moving like a living wire as she felt her unspoiled cervix become filled with the girth of her lover's ponderous shaft. Rook, for his credit, moved very gently as he broke through the thin lining protecting Misty's womb from his cock, but there was no way that there wasn't some pain involved for the redhead as she experienced the sensation of her womanhood being taken by the large penis of her boyfriend. Rook breathed silently, watching every little motion of Misty's body as he held a third of himself inside of the way too small vagina before him.The sight of the redhead, tears in her eyes as she stared up at him lovingly, sweat pooling from out of her pours down the side of her neck as her pulse fluttered underneath her skin as her heart began to race like mad as she panted in exertion, the tiny little hairs on her body standing tall as pain began to bleed slowly into pleasure within her, all served to make Rook realize that he had a true gem with the young maiden who innocence he had just robbed. Seconds like hours passed as Rook steadied himself from going any further, his concern for Misty outweighing the drumming howl inside of
his head to take and claim the female beneath him as was his right to do. And yet, once his cock slowly began to slide within his woman, his large girth literally being swallowed by the hungry hole which clenched around his turgid member, the young black haired male could hardly stop himself from pushing his hips forward into his girlfriend's pussy, the deceptive muscles of his thighs helping to drag him down as he went as he all but growled at the blushing pokemon gym leader. Six, eight, ten, eleven inches of male shaft went up inside of Misty, the length all but bulging the front of Misty's stomach as her unused cunt accepted the thick log of flesh which surged with blood and testosterone. Meaty veins pulsing all across Rook's cock sent pleasurable tingles up inside of the young man's backside as he shiver visibly. Once he felt the press of his groin against his girlfriend's Rook took a breath, his hot pant blowing across Misty's sweat soaked hair making her chuckle somewhat."Glad you're enjoying this," he said, his eyes twinkling as he looked down at the redhead, her own eyes no longer misting with the dew of tears.The young woman said little as she raised her legs up, curling them around her boyfriend's backside like a twisted vice, before hugging him in deeper to her. 'Shh, don't talk so much,' Misty replied, her voice husky with the sounds of her parched throat.Rook, ever the gentleman, nodded and then began to pull himself back so that he could slide his cock free from his girlfriend's sheath. The slow movement of flesh against flesh made for a noiseless utterance as the fluids, both male and female, helped to ease the black haired male out from his girlfriend's cunt. Seven inches made it pass before Misty gasped, that was Rook's indication that he should move back inside of the redhead, for which he did. A powerful thrust of his muscles later and he and Misty fully returned to being one once again. Another slow pull backwards, this time with almost ten inches sliding free of the other, Rook let loose a chuckle as he heard his girlfriend yip like a startled rattata before he delved himself back inside of her.This began the motions of the two youths sexual tryst. Rook thrusting and huffing as he pushed and pulled himself back and forth from out of Misty, while the redhead shuddered and shivered as she tried to cling tightly around the male above her. The bed beneath them rocked back against the wall as though an earthquake were occurring, Rook's heavy pounding of his oversized tool inside of his woman making for an interesting 'slap-slap-bump-bump' noise as the black haired man rocked with fervor inside of his girlfriend's loosened cunt. Fingers drawn tightly into the covers beside Misty's head, Rook grunted, his teeth clenched together almost impossibly tight, as he fucked Misty the way he had longed to. Weeks of frustration, both sexual and mental, came out in steady beats as the black haired
youth desperately drove himself into his lover. Legs tensed with determination, Misty barely noted how Rook pulled himself up to make even deeper thrusts into her cervix, her eyes had long since shut tightly as the button of pleasure inside of her body was pressed so hard and fast that she felt as though her mind was exploding with pleasure.'So beautiful,' Rook thought as he bent himself low so that he could sweep his tongue over and across his girlfriend's throat. 'Tasty too,' he chuckled somewhat jovially before he began to place small nips and kisses onto the pale length of his lover's vulnerable sternum.How many minutes passed between them, neither could say as the moon outside, half full in its monthly transition, watched on through the closed window leading to Misty's room. However, it was easy to tell that the passing of time was having little effect on the two lovers as they continued to buck and moan against one another, their vocal undulations having started some time after Misty's first climax snuck up on her causing her juice box to wrap like a steel trap around Rook unrelenting cock. Huffing and panting, crying out in bliss as the wet scent of musk filled the air all around them, both Misty and her boyfriend lost themselves to the passion in which they were feeling as they danced the primal beat for which all things began.So it was took the redhead by a very big surprise when she suddenly found herself empty of the delicious phallus which was wrapping her senses within bliss the likes of which she had never experienced before, only to be flipped over onto her hands and knees like a dog and then stuffed full of said cock once again. Just this time, Rook's cock shot itself into the other's anus instead of her leaking cunt, something for which Misty, quite loudly, made protest over.Lights within the surrounding houses came on as the redhead let out a scream for which sent several sleeping sparrow scattering into the night. Of course, this barely stopped a certain black haired male, the devilish grin on his face as his dark locks framed over his eyes, blocking them from sight, gave the only indication that the other was even remotely aware of what he was doing as he thrust himself fully into Misty's butt. "Rook!!!" the redhead cried, her voice somewhat broken by the sob which followed after. "What are you...!!!!" The young man gave no notice of having heard his girlfriend as he moved like a beast possessed while pumping his fourteen inch tool with the other. Misty quickly lost her misgivings as she felt her ass get treated to the same satisfaction for which her cunt had been given just minutes prior. It hurt, oh how it hurt, her netherend having no preparation for which she could prepare herself for what she now experienced, however, that wonderful cock, so thick and full and dribbling with pre-come, made things better very, very quickly and soon Misty was moaning and crying out in euphoria
once again. Rook growled like growlithe as he leaned over his girlfriend's backside, his chest beating into her own as he fucked her like a some kind of female pokemon, before he sent his tongue out over and across her shoulder, the threat of the coming bite most imminent in his actions. Misty could only yelp as he tender muscles were taken by blunt teeth as her boyfriend bit her while at the same time he pulled the fullness of his cock, wet with pre-come, but thankfully no blood, out of her before shoving himself back in all the way. The bed actually slammed against the wall with enough force to make the downstairs fixtures rock as Rook began to saw his phallus in and out of his girlfriend with abandon, his grinding hips helping to accentuate the action as he did so. If anyone had tried to call out to the black haired male right then and there they would not like what they found as the testosterone boiling inside of the other's flailing nuts was making all common sense and rationality disappear from the young man's mind leaving little, save a beast that would rival any feral pokemon in sexual ferocity.A few steady moments of the rough treatment later and everything came to a head as Rook pulled himself off from Misty's shoulder, his canines somewhat stained red where they had punctured through the redhead's skin, and then howled loud enough to make several wild pokemon yip, bark, bleat and otherwise cry out in acceptance over his claim of the nubile female beneath him. For Misty, the feeling of her boyfriend's orgasm inside of her butt had a dual effect on her. For one, the head and volume of the young man's explosive climax made her stomach literally bloat as his apple sized balls flooded the younger woman with a load so thick and potent that many would think her pregnant if they had seen her afterwards. For the second, the heat of her backside being filled made the redhead croon and then sigh as her second climax of the night snuck up on her, her legs tensing in shock as he cunt burst with female sap down onto her bed. Rook kept himself rocking into his lover, his eyes clenched tight as his cock continued to pulse with rope after rope after rope of cum until, finally, some minutes later the young man had nothing left to expel. Pulling back from Misty, or rather falling back as he did, the black haired male let his engorged cock pop out of the other with a wet and stick 'BLOP' sound, consequently, this left nothing to hold back the flood of see that had gushed into Misty. 'Cool', Rook thought, the only other coherent thing to bounce between his head other than the need to piss as he watched white streaks of cum literally flow out of his girlfriend's ass like a mini deluge. 'So that's why they call it creampie'. He chuckled before watching as Misty shakily turned herself around to stare at him, her eyes dark with lust as she panted like a ponyta after a hard run. The redhead looked like she wanted
to say something but before she could she found one of her arms taken by her boyfriend. A swift yank later and Misty was treated to a face full of cum smeared cock, something no young lady should ever have, especially after her having her brains nearly fucked out, not because it was wrong, but because the scent of the combined sweat and pheremones dripping down the side of the large shaft usually did things to a woman's brain. At least, that was the excuse Misty would think up later on after she found herself slurping down her boyfriend's fourteen inch monster while fingering herself. Of course, being a gentleman, Rook would never mention anything about this come morning.*"NO!" Rook shouted, the black haired man nearly stomping his foot onto the ground like a two year old who couldn't get his way as he stared down his girlfriend. The latter of whom was staring back at him somewhat accusatory as they stood together within the kitchen of Misty's home. "You cannot this into your own hands! Let Officer Jenny handle it!" "They've handled it all the way to the point where they can't!" The redhead shouted, her voice on the verge of tears as she spoke. The knowledge that they couldn't actually apprehend her sister's killer because of substantial evidence, most of which should not have existed in the first place and whose authenticity was questionable, had all but devastated the younger woman. Rook had tried everything in his power to console his girlfriend after she had fallen into the black mood she had drowned herself into, but nothing seemed to work, except...a mistake. "Misty, please," The black haired male walked over to his lover, embracing her and then placing his head onto hers as he continued to speak, "don't do what I think you're doing. You WILL live to regret it, I promise you that," Rook knew that he should have never made mention of the fact that sometimes justice was best taken into the individual's hand after the lady officer of the city had come to report the bad news to the couple, but what was done was done, and now..."Rook...I...I need to make this right," Misty replied, her eyes full of tears as she looked into her boyfriend's sorrowful gaze. "Please, you've got to understand," "I don't and I'm sorry for that, but if you do this, there'll be no way to make it right, Mist," Rook called the redhead by the nickname he had given her, not the most original, but it was literally the thought that counted. Silence stood between the two of them as they rested against one another in the kitchen. Neither noticed a certain pikachu outside the only window looking into the redhead's home from that side of the house.*"I told you..." Rook said as he pulled the redhead close into himself, the still form of the now dead individual laid out on the ground of the pier looking up at the sky with empty eyes. "Nothing ever makes this sort of thing right,"
How Misty had found out about the whereabouts of the man who had taken her sister's lives, not even Rook was sure, but after tracking the other down, via a desperate call from a certain Ketchum boy, the black haired youth had all but raced out of his girlfriend's house on the back of his arcanine as he tracked down the wayward gym leader. He was too later, however, the deed was done and now there was nothing left to do but make sure nobody ever knew but the three of them."Arcanine, flame thrower!" A burst of intense heat from the flame canine next to him and soon the spiraling form of a tornado of crimson and orange ran across the sky. Misty watched on with an empty look as she unconsciously clung close to the only person she could rely on, her bright eyes were so unfocused with tears that it was a high doubt in Rook's mind that she was actually seeing his pokemon burn the body of the unnamed man to a crisp. By the time the police arrived onto the scene, a tornado of fire often had a way of drawing unwanted attention, there was nothing left for Officer Jenny and her crew to investigate; another unexplained happening which was chalked up to an undocumented pokemon battle. Cerulean gym closed down for a month after the incidence, trainers from all over complained to the city officials of the happening, but everyone just agreed that Misty, the gym's leader had finally had the nervous breakdown which she was due and waved everyone off from bothering her. Only two people actually ever saw the redhead while the gym remained closed, both of whom were the only two friends that Misty could trust. Neither of them could get the redhead to open up though, a perpetual gloom seemed to hang over the normally chipper female as he remained within her room, her mind circling in turmoil over her rash actions. "Misty," Rook called, knocking on the door before entering, as per the gentleman he was. "I brought you something to eat and some new clothes to wear," The redhead had barely so much as bathed after she had been returned home by her lover, Rook having to actually wash and dry Misty by hand as she was almost listless in her response towards anything and everything. The young man placed the bag of clothing onto the bed, setting the plate of steaming food onto the dresser nearby, before walking over to his nearly catatonic girlfriend.The black haired youth said nothing as he settled himself onto the floor of next to the redhead, he knew it would be best not to agitate her less she do something rash. Silence reigned between them for almost an hour as the day moved on about its way, yet today proved to be quite special for all as..."Thank you," Misty said, nearly causing Rook to hop out of his skin as he quickly flipped his head towards his lover. The sight of bleary eyes gazing back at him made the black haired youth's lips turn upwards as he nodded to the young woman without uttering a sound.
Shuffling his way back onto the floor, Rook reached behind himself for the bag he had brought, careful not to break his gaze from his lover, and then pulled himself back over to the redhead to give her his gift, via dropping the carrier down in front of the other.Again, nothing was said between them as Misty broke her empty, but calm stare to turn her head to look at the bag which had been set before her. Hesitantly reaching inside, not sure what to expect, Misty was a little surprised to find a two piece shirt and shorts, both black in color, up to her face."I thought, you know, with you still mourning ...everything...that maybe this would..." was all Rook got to say before he was literally glomped by the redhead, a howl a misery leaving from her lips as she cried her first tears since the 'incident' had happened. Smiling with a knowing smile on his face, Rook reached up to pat his lover on the chest, gently beating out the fear, terror, and pain, as he looked up to the window which showed the starry sky above.'We've got a real long one ahead of us,' he thought with a sigh as he slowly began to rock his girlfriend back and forth while humming a small tune into the back of his throat. 'But we can do it,' A small chuckle left his throat as he thought over something best left unsaid.Later, after Misty was asleep, Rook made his way down the hallway towards the living room, a small swag in his steps as he thought over getting back to that book he had been trying to read over for the past month plus. Moving to the couch and then pulling out the hardback from underneath the couch, the black haired youth read over the last few pages of the current chapter he was on.'In order for one to maintain control over another, a steady line must be formed between the handler and the one being handled. In short, no deviant can be allowed to form that would cause the one being handled to think outside of the patterned modus operandi for which the handler must use in order to remain in control over another. Doing so causes the handled to become unsure of their place, or otherwise, deviate from what should become their natural inclination towards thought and action.'Rook nodded at this as he thought over how much time he had spent over his latest project sleeping down the hall. The knowledge that all of his hard work could be wasted because of one anxious action made the black haired male scowl before shaking his head.'Four months of planning can be ruined in one day? Heh, not on my calendar,' the youth muttered a growl as he mentally went over how much time, effort, and money he had spent on his little 'project'. 'Uncle Giovanni was right, it is easy to get someone to give you body and soul,' Rook turned his head to look back to where Misty slept. 'Especially when you take everything away from them,' The derisive snort the young man made was followed by a slow turn of the next page of the book he had in
his hand.