Inspector Cabanela kicked the doors to Giovanni's, head of the Pokemon Family, bedroom and pointed his gun to the man standing with his back to the door.
"Looks like you finally got me, Cabanela," a low, cheerily mocking voice said from the suit. So many years of evading the police force, narrow escapes, and here he was: his arch-nemesis finally cornered him. It was a fun ride, I suppose the mobster sighed.
The inspector grimaced. Just one finger, and he'll be dead. How long he waited to have Giovanni surrender to him, how many nights he stayed up, fuming over the evasiveness of the man that dominated his mind, all this thoughts. It was so satisfying to have him within his grasp, just a few more steps, and it'll be all over.
Giovanni must have noticed that nothing was happening. His guard was down, and Cabanela had the upper hand. "Something wrong...George?" He turned his head around, and the wind from the air conditioner flapped his suit jacket to reveal he was wearing no shirt underneath!
Cabanela gulped and lowered his gun. Giovanni knew he was going to get caught, and he came prepared! He pondered the situation. No one else had come on this solo mission because of how essential subtlety was here, but that meant no one would be suspicious if Cabanela took his time.
"I..." When Giovanni would be thrown into jail, that would be it. No more high speed chases. No more yelling his name into the sky. A huge part of his life would be over. No...his life would be over. He couldn't go on without Giovanni.
Cabanela dropped to his knees and sobbed. "Giovanni!!" He cried. "I love you! I can't do this, but I must!"
Giovanni's face fell. He enjoyed his games of cat-and-mouse with Cabanela, but they couldn't go on like this. If he asked the policeman to join his mob, he would risk his crush's life. If he turned himself into the police, he would risk his own.
"George....." Giovanni extended a hand to the man on the floor. "Stay with me. If just for one night."
Cabanela wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up. Yes...this would be good. He accepted the hand and the two embraced.
George/Giovanni
"Looks like you finally got me, Cabanela," a low, cheerily mocking voice said from the suit. So many years of evading the police force, narrow escapes, and here he was: his arch-nemesis finally cornered him. It was a fun ride, I suppose the mobster sighed.
The inspector grimaced. Just one finger, and he'll be dead. How long he waited to have Giovanni surrender to him, how many nights he stayed up, fuming over the evasiveness of the man that dominated his mind, all this thoughts. It was so satisfying to have him within his grasp, just a few more steps, and it'll be all over.
Giovanni must have noticed that nothing was happening. His guard was down, and Cabanela had the upper hand. "Something wrong...George?" He turned his head around, and the wind from the air conditioner flapped his suit jacket to reveal he was wearing no shirt underneath!
Cabanela gulped and lowered his gun. Giovanni knew he was going to get caught, and he came prepared! He pondered the situation. No one else had come on this solo mission because of how essential subtlety was here, but that meant no one would be suspicious if Cabanela took his time.
"I..." When Giovanni would be thrown into jail, that would be it. No more high speed chases. No more yelling his name into the sky. A huge part of his life would be over. No...his life would be over. He couldn't go on without Giovanni.
Cabanela dropped to his knees and sobbed. "Giovanni!!" He cried. "I love you! I can't do this, but I must!"
Giovanni's face fell. He enjoyed his games of cat-and-mouse with Cabanela, but they couldn't go on like this. If he asked the policeman to join his mob, he would risk his crush's life. If he turned himself into the police, he would risk his own.
"George....." Giovanni extended a hand to the man on the floor. "Stay with me. If just for one night."
Cabanela wiped the tears from his eyes and looked up. Yes...this would be good. He accepted the hand and the two embraced.