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Chapter 4

Hi, before I start I'd like to make it clear that the chapter that follows this will be the last chapter. I have to admit, this was a fun story to write but all good things must come to a end. Remember to give feedback or leave comments. I have another project on the go, and due to the lesser response of the previous chapter I have to postpone, as I wish to overhaul and re-polish the final chapter. A fresh breath of life with be given to the last chapter much later unless there's greater feedback to allow me to know there's still a fair bit of interest in this piece.

Lovers Sonata

~Chapter 4~

"The course of true love never did run smooth" - Shakespeare

1741hrs, 13th February 2011

A sheet was neatly laid out on the hotel room floor, lined with screws, a small drill, along with other little parts and the guitars. The television that belonged to the room had also been disassembled, leaving a mass of electrical components scattered over the sheet. The magnets that used to be part of the television speakers were now fragmented into pieces, having had a hammer taken to them.

The hotel managers were going to have a tough day, but he guessed they would be used to it by now. Performers have been known to trash this hotel and its rooms on numerous occasions over their wild parties. He didn't care, he was more than happy to pay if it came to it, it was a lesser concern when there were far more pressing matters at hand.

Dimitri pulled down his shades as he used his blowtorch to weld the pieces of metal together. Droplets of sweat formed on his head as he worked, his spare claw flipped off a bottle cap with a pop. He brought it to his mouth, taking a large swig and letting its cool alcoholic content pour down his throat in welcoming refreshment.

The hole that ran through the neck of this particular ebony Gibson had to be widened and fitted with a metal tube, there was so much work required all under a day. Dimitri was left to his devices as he continued long into the night.

1146hrs, 14th February 2011

Dimitri awoke to the sounds of car horns coming from some commotion down below in the streets. His head lazily turned to the clock to see the time, his eyes widening with a rapid motion.

"Damn ..."

He hadn't intended for the mental exhaustion of the previous nights work to have taken this much of a toll on him, it'd obviously caused him to sleep a little longer than he would have liked. On the upside he had completed the work on the guitars last night, just lacking one or two things he planned to pick up on route. The Ebony Gibson could now shoot rounds of magnetic rock, and the case itself had been converted into a rocket launcher, but with the limited materials it was only good for one shot. Dimitri also had a surprise with the second guitar, it definitely was his ace in the hole. He had managed to mix the kitchen detergents into a flammable liquid, which was now utilised as fuel for the flame throwing mechanism he had built into Ami's Fender strat. Without knowing accurately the energy consumption, he could only make a rough estimate on the time he had with it. He couldn't give a damn if Ami did end up hating him for wrecking the guitars, it was a small price to pay, besides it wasn't like she would want to get with him after last night.

He raised himself off the floor with the aid of his tail, the light from the window let scattered beams through the cracks between the blind slats. It did seem rather nice out there than the gloomy weather the previous night and pleasingly invigorating. His tail swooped across the carpeted floor, taking hold of the beautiful black Gibson that shined with its fine coat of lacquer. He probed his workmanship as the light caught its ebony finish, looking like it was nothing out of the ordinary. The only thing that differed was the hole running down the neck, which was larger now to accommodate the rounds.

Dimitri set aside the new weaponry, leaning against the couch as he made his way to the kitchen, he was still fairly groggy and needed some strong coffee. No doubt this would be an extensively taxing day. There was still a little to do before he would be all set, on top of which he was in desperate need of a shower.

1339hrs, 14th February 2011

Two guards lay on the floor, tied and gagged with cables near Glacie's feet, one squirming while the other lay out cold. The Blaziken stood in contemplation as she observed the security monitors. If Dimitri was going to do this, he would need more than luck on his side. Taking over the room should eliminate the risk of exterior interference and buy Dimitri enough time to get the job done.

Glacie scanned the monitors, the private rooms' security cameras were a great help. She waited a little longer to assess the arrangements, knowing everything would give her more advantage in combat if it came down to her saving Dimitri's ass. It wasn't going to be easy and there was no denying that. Durai had two bodyguards with him.

"Well, what have we here?"

She smiled as the two bodyguards left the room. Glacie's eyes shifted across to a secondary monitor. Durai was definitely left unintended. The chance was too good to pass up.

"Sorry Dimitri, but I'm moving in."

She turned around just as a security guard walked in with three cups of coffee on a tray. He looked around, seeing his colleagues planted on the floor as she gave him a smile that said "oops".

The Flareon suddenly let go of the tray, coffee spilling across the floor and made a hasty move for his sidearm as his tie flapped. Glacie's foot drove hard into the ground, lunging forward and grabbing the Flareon by his wrist. He flinched as his wrist twisted away from the gun and Glacie grinned, just as the Flareon swung his tail around. Glacie ducked just in time as he narrowly missed her, letting go of his wrist.

He reached down, drawing his gun only to find he was a fraction too late as a foot connected with his face. The Blaziken leaned back and pulled her arm away to follow up with an uppercut, her fist trailing in flames, her burning knuckles catching him clean on the chin and off his feet, out into the corridor as he landed with on his back out cold.

She smiled, comically blowing out the flames on her claws.

"I guess that's a warm up."

1352hrs, 14th February 2011

Dimitri was trying to choose a coat at a store close to where he would have to meet Durai. It had been a long afternoon shopping while lugging the guitars with him. He knew he should have left them behind, but he hadn't accounted for his current physical state. It had seemed like a good idea at the time as the concert would be just three blocks away from this store.

Every part of the store screamed upper class. The porcelain mosaics, sterling silver chandeliers, and roman style pillars. Dimitri had never bothered with things such as clothes, however knowing if it was going to be his one and only purchase he might ever make, he wanted to buy something stylish. How often would anyone go out to buy a coat? Not very often, he imagined.

Dimitri looked as he walked up to the mirror, the silver overcoat that dropped to his ankles. It looked like something a rock star would wear to a concert. Though he had to admit, it did wonders for his overall image.

"It really suits you well, sir. Would you like to go with that one?" The cute Azumarill shop assistant commented.

"Yeah I know, hehe. I'll take it." It was very bling but he didn't care. It suited him rather well and it was good enough to conceal the car battery he was about to attach to his back in a few moments. He handed her a plastic card as she skipped off in her blue frilly frock.

"I'll be right back, sir. Would you like it wrapped?"

"No. That's fine, Miss, I'll wear it out."

She smiled before bouncing to the cash register. He never imagined how shopping for small luxuries could be so unwinding, although he wasn't about to turn this into a trend of wasting money. The final thing he needed now was something to power up the two guitars and the case, and that would be a car battery, though it was heavy it should do just fine.

"Here's your card, sir. Please sign this receipt to approve payment."

The Breloom smiled, taking the pen and receipt, as he scribbled his signature. It was strange but he felt like a star signing an autograph with all the get up he had on and those guitars. She took the receipt, handing his card back with a delightful smile.

"Thank you, sir. Please do come again." She said energetically, as he made his way out of the shop.

"If I'm still around, maybe." He laughed.

1414hrs, 14th February 2011

Two slender legs walked elegantly, with stockings all the way up to her thighs, revealing her legs up to near her rear, with a black miniskirt barely covering her lowers. Her sleeveless arm reached up, knocking harshly on the door.

"Complimentary maid service."

Her claw pushed open the door, Durai himself sitting in a chair neatly situated towards the centre, along with his lackeys to either sides, a Seviper, a Zubat, and a passed out Snorlax in the corner. The others must have arrived before she had arrived.

The Zubat frowned, staring at the seductive female maid as she entered, such a tight attire with her white and black top. Walking with a swagger of confidence, the Blaziken strolled right up to Durai with a cheeky smile, placing her claws on his knees as she bent over. She knew she was too late and Durai wasn't alone anymore, but she still had the element of surprise.

"Mr Durai, my boss asked me to give you any service on the menu, if you know what I mean."

Durai smiled in a little amusement but most definitely taking a shine to her audacity and lack of fear. His large tail swished around, taking her by her waist and drawing her into his lap.

"Are you on the menu?" He replied in curious tone, staring her up and down.

"Could I be?" She smiled, chewing her lips and gently leaning forward.

Glacie had come geared up with a dagger, but it was too risky to take him out at this point with his men here, even though she could take out Durai right now his men could just as easily do the same.

This was most definitely not the time to take him out, but nonetheless a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the situation while his mouth was still flapping. If she could plant a bug, she could monitor his activities and devise another plan that would give her leverage. She felt his strong fingers grasp into her thigh, as she let out a gasp. For some reason it did surprisingly excite her.

"Wow, so forward sir."

She knew at that point if his hand was to ride up her thighs her cover would be blown, she had a dagger strapped to the front of her crotch.

"There're so many people here, how about an after-concert party? Just you and me and your bed."

"You smell good, just like the other two did. Every bit as delicious as you are, and both very dead."

Glacie's eyes widened at his words, she was shocked he was onto her this quick, but how? Was it really her scent? Durai's arm slid up her skirt without giving her time to react, with one flick unclipping the dagger and twisting it around under her skirt. Glacie felt the sharp tip pressed against her nether region.

"You wanted to have some fun, bitch? So how about you and I play a game? If you make any sudden movements I'll cut you right here and you're a fire type so I'd give you ... 2 minutes tops before you bleed to death. Sounds interesting doesn't it?"

The overgrown rock was right, Glacie thought, he had obviously done his homework on other species.

"Who sent you?"

Durai pressed the dagger so it pierced through the fabrics of her underwear, dangerously close to breaking her intimate flesh. Glacie knew she was pretty screwed now, he would probably kill her regardless of her answer.

"Don't want to talk? It doesn't matter, it's not my style anyway. Tie her to that pillar."

The Zubat moved in quickly, grabbing hold of her wrists as he forced her arms behind her back. "Get up, slut."

"Don't rough her up too much, Marcel. I want a piece of her in that after-concert party she promised, heh. And make arrangements to dispose of her, I want to get rid of her quick once I've had my fun."

Glacie smiled and without warning spat onto Durai's face.

"I don't fuck pigs."

The Rhyperior wiped her saliva from his face and slapped Glacie in return. She felt a small trickle of blood slither down the side of her mouth, and he abruptly forced his other hand up her skirt to take a good hold of her butt cheek, giving a couple of firm squeezes.

"Strong and toned, a first-rate assassin huh? No. A good assassin wouldn't have wasted her time trying to seduce me. You're second-rate. Take this bitch away, I'm going to enjoy her later."

Durai let go of her tush and withdrew his hand, pleased with his catch. The Seviper slithered across the room to Durai, carrying some kind of telecom device from what Glacie could tell while Marcel dragged her off.

"It'sss him sssir." The Seviper said in a hiss, presenting the small unit to his boss. Durai took it and placed it on the armrest, pushing the button to place the call on loudspeaker.

"Johto overlord Durai."

"Yes master." Durai replied with respect, which he never really showed any other time.

While Glacie was being tied she never guessed who this was, regardless of this he seemed to have some kind of hold on Durai. She would have never made the assumption that there was someone more powerful pulling the strings.

"I need more funding from your region, the Hoenn and Kanto overlords have sent twice the contribution you have this year."

"I'm sorry, but we have been having problems of late. The odd straight city won't be bought out, and on top of that there's another syndicate trying to muscle in and raid my warehouses."

"You and your Rhydon shit, unless you want me to come in person to deal with you I suggest you do yourself a favour and wire me an additional two billion."

"No sir, it's fine. I'll have the funds for you, so there's no need to come down. I just need a little more time, I've got it all under control."

"You have nothing under control, Durai. Kill that bitch of yours, she's served her purpose. Her death will triple record sales. And this is not your choice to make, Durai."

The com went dead.

"I need to punish that bitch for her outburst when I put that bastard Dimitri in his place." Durai pondered a moment before turning to his head to the Seviper. "I see the way you've been looking at Ami. Go to her room, and tell her I sent you."

The Seviper couldn't believe his luck as he nodded, taking the telecom device.

"Do what you want with her but remember, she has a concert so I don't want to see a single bruise on her body."

"Yesss sssir." The crude creature slithered his way to the exit.

"Marcel, Ami's going to have an unfortunate little mishap during the concert. You know what to do. Also make sure the shipment of pokeballs arrives on time after the concert and there's no hiccups."

"Leave it to me, I'll have it sorted before the concert."

Glacie knew how ruthless Durai was, but seeing it for the first time, it sickened her. It was pretty cold how he was going to have a goon rape Ami, then have her go out on stage to meet her end. As for pokeballs they were banned 30 years ago when pokemon won under the equal opportunities act and gained freedom, ending the rain of forced battles. Something far greater was going on.

1534hrs, 14th February 2011

Dimitri had just bought his battery and gotten everything he needed. He had secured it to his hip with an extension cord, when he was stupid enough to forget to buy a belt earlier and had only realized while he was buying the battery. Needless to say, the extension cords were the only things that they had, but that did the trick. It was rather uncomfortable but he got used to it fast enough.

The Breloom looked ahead at the giant stadium, it towered over the buildings in its mammoth glory, the others were probably waiting for him to get there and work his magic with the rest of the rig, but he had his own kind of fireworks in mind. There was no question this would be a tough situation, and with the limits of his makeshift weaponry, once things started to roll it would only be a matter of time before the battery went flat.

He walked along the concrete slabs on the pavements, counting the intersections where the slabs were joined, maybe it was relaxing, maybe it was anxiety, or probably a mixture of both.

He passed a couple of streets before he finally made it to the rear entrance of the stadium. It was probably going to be Ami's biggest night as it housed a staggering hundred and twenty thousand spectators, more than double the people who had been at the Blackthorn Palace Theatre. The time had come. His knuckles clenched as he extended his arm, bringing it to land hard on the surface of the metal door with a few solid knocks.

A slit in the door slid open as two eyes peered out.

End Notes-

Admittedly inspiration for the last chapter did come from El Mariachi, and for those that don't know or have never watched the movie then your missing out as it's a fantastic flick. Hopfully when I release the final chapter soon, everyone can enjoy the climactic end with the steamy conclusion. Thanks for reading.

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