Never had Emily ever expected to be here of all places in Kalos, no less, Lumiose City. Webs took the corners as parting gifts from Spinarak in the house. "Are you sure this is your place?" She asked. "Because if you're squatting, then I don't want to have that on my record." Eve sighed while Karla sat on a dusty mattress. "Yes, I'm sure. Very sure," answered him. "Anyways, we got our rest last night so let's get cracking, shall we?" Eve walked to the door. "Don't want to live in a mega crime-spree Kalos, do we?" Then he opened it.
"But we didn't eat-"
"I'm buying breakfast," answered Eve again, this time before Emily could finish her question.
'This guy…' Emily wasn't cool with this, following the lankey boy with Karla. Not at all. 'Wouldn't hurt if I was leader for more than one second. Just a single second.'
She didn't notice herself walking, finding herself sitting at a table in front of a cafe. "Time for your energy, pal," said Eve, tossing a Pokeball lightly as it popped to reveal the Fox Pokemon. "Gotcha your favorite." He brought forth a Vanillite Sundae in his hand, placing it on the table. "Fennekin!" The Pokemon reacted, excitedly wagging its tail. "Alright alright, ya Fidough," Eve laughed lightly, lifting up the Fennekin. "You're gonna get your meal."
Once he brought it to his lap, the Fennekin leaned forward, lapping up the sundae with sloppy enthusiasm while Emily watched in disgust. The crown Fire-Type of Kalos, the Fire-Type starter many start with on their journeys, was here having ice cream in the morning of all times no less! How she’d die to have a Fennekin.
“You have a problem with his food?” Eve asked, breaking her out of her bad-mouthing. “I didn’t say anything,” replied Emily. The boy rolled his eyes. “Your look said otherwise.” He took a bite of his sandwich. “Besides, at least I’m treating my Pokemon well. Has yours gotten anything?” Eve brought himself in front of her. “Nope.”
Emily groaned. “You’d understand why I don’t, it’s spoiled.”
Eve was unamused. “I know I’m not perfect with Pokemon but wow,” He began with a brutally sarcastic tone. “Emily Vurbane, quote-on-quote, ‘first-rate detective of the Kalos region trying to solve what is happening’ is such an amazing person with Pokemon. Round of applause for her everyone.”
Some eyes were beginning to look at them. ‘Yeah, thank you very much you hypocrite.’ “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” She muttered, sneakily releasing the Grass-Type. She didn’t warn him. In front of the Fennekin popped out a Snivy. “You got anything for ‘it’?” asked Eve. Emily glared and Eve shook his head, ripping off part of his sandwich for one of Unova's poster children.
"Snivy." The bipedal snake gladly accepted, taking the crust, vegetable, meat tower and eating it. 'Of course you'd take it.' Emily tilted her head up at the sky, ignoring the two people and Pokemon with her. Right beside the view of her eyes sat a Purrloin on the roof of the place they were at, watching as it licked its paw. The feline had a grin on its face, because why wouldn’t it? It’s one of two Devious Pokemon for crying out loud. ‘Thank you.’ She glared at the Pokemon until it got bored and left.
“Now that we’re all fueled up,” said Eve, stretching his arms and back, bringing Emily’s attention. “Let’s get cracking on this. Because…” His hand was on a piece of paper. ‘Since when did he have that?’ Eve and Karla had already stood from their seats; Snivy was on the ground and Fennekin on Eve’s shoulder. “Come on, ‘first-rate detective,’ let’s go.” “You’re not the boss of me,” She muttered, standing up.
“Let’s go! Chop chop!”
“Yessir!”
* * *
“So,” said Eve. He moved his head towards what Emily was holding, her trusty camera. “How’s the body?” Emily sighed. “You already saw it,” She replied. The photo showed the victim, face… face…
It sickened her to look at the damage the person received, mostly from their head. She never thought that such a vicious attack could happen in these times.”You got any idea what the Pokemon was?” Emily gripped tighter on her camera.
“I don’t know! You’re the smart one!” She shouted. “Why would my guess matter?!”
Eve backed away. “Looks like I touched a nerve there. And this early too in our little team.”
“Let’s just get over this. Tell me what killed them.”
The skinny human opened his mouth. On the other side away from the pair lay Karla on the floor of the crime scene, Eve’s Fennekin playing around with her like she was a playground while Snivy mimicked lying behind Karla’s head. “Why do you stay with her?” asked Snivy. “Mm,” answered Karla. “Huh.”
In the corner of his eye, Snivy saw Emily storm away, Eve shaking his head. ‘Not my problem.’ He watched as Eve walked to him, petting Fennekin and carrying the Pokemon onto his shoulder. The human then looked at him. “Sorry bud, your trainer needs to cool off,” He said.
“Snivy.” The Pokemon didn’t seem upset, getting up from the ground before a hand got a grip on his arm. It was Karla’s. “What was that for?” He asked, irritated. “I was going to get a Vanillite Sundae.” “We’ll calm her down,” said Karla, ignoring the snake. Eve gave her a shocked face. “Well, thank you,” said the twig, quickly getting a notepad as he jotted something down. “These are what we’ve got in case you and Emily find anything more for this case.” She took the piece of paper Eve tore off. “Okay.” Karla took her leave, dragging along a furious Grass-Type. “SNIVYYYY!”
* * *
At the Prism Tower, Emily wandered, circling as she walked. This wasn’t how stopping the murders would go like she thought; stop the mastermind, get exposure by doing said action, and become the Kalos region’s best detective. No, the world’s best detective. Too bad Eve was the leader. “Tch!” She scoffed. She looked up from glaring at the camera to take her mind off it.
For being the heart of Lumiose City, hell, Kalos, it was empty. Makes sense why there would be no one. The biggest city in the region needed to be on lockdown. “How cool would it be if I found the culprit,” muttered Emily. “Yeah, how cool would it be?” Spoke a voice. She went alert in an instant, moving her head, wondering where the voice was. “SNIVY!”
“You've gotta be a Skitty…” 180 turnaround, she saw her “best friend” bring Snivy, who looked like a child throwing a fit. “Are you okay?” asked Karla in the same lifeless voice. “Mhm!” While she nodded, Emily’s face didn’t exactly give an “I calmed down” expression. It was clear she wasn’t. “Then let’s go,” said Karla, grabbing her wrist and walking back to Eve. “We got our murderer.”
Emily didn’t notice the paw that snuck into her bag, leaving a rolled up paper inside. A Purrloin watched from the front of the Prism Tower, the pair leave. A wide grin, famous thanks to the Glameow in that Wonderland movie showed the Pokemon’s gleeful delight. ‘I’ll make you the best detective,’ It thought. ‘Emily.’
