Rocket Gang
Reunited
Part Three
Hours later,
after Mewtwo had given up and gone inside the cavern, Musashi and Kojiro jumped
out of the tree. Kojiro stared into the dark cave. "You think we should go
back for Nyase?"
Musashi shook her
head. ‘I don’t know about you, but I’m not risking my life for that stupid
cat!"
"I suppose
you’re right," he agreed.
Musashi shivered,
realizing that it was now nightfall. "Great. No place to stay
tonight."
"You could
stay at my house," he offered. Musashi shot him a strange look. He blushed
and waved his hands in front of him.
"N-Not like
that!! I meant--er--well, you know what I meant!"
She sighed
quietly. "It’s too late to go back home now. I guess I could."
Kojiro nodd ed.
"It’s in Cerulean City, only about a mile from here."
Soon they arrived
at a small white house with red trim on the edge of town. Kojiro turned his key
in the door and opened it. "Sorry, it’s kind of messy..."
Musashi looked
into the room. She nearly fell over as she saw it was completely spotless,
aside from a few pizza boxes stacked neatly in a corner.
"He’d think
my house was a pigsty," she thought, an image of her own ill-kept
apartment coming to mind.
"You want
something to eat?" Kojiro asked, pressing a button on his telephone
labeled "Pizza".
She nodded and
looked around the room. Along the walls were pictures of various Pokemon, dressed
up in different varieties of outfits and make up. She followed the pictures up
the stairs into a small room at the end. She glanced at the door and saw it had
Kojiro’s name on it. She wandered in cautiously.
His room was
almost completely covered with Pokemon. Three of his four walls were plastered
with Pokemon photos and such, and the fourth was covered in photos of the
Rocket Gang. As she sat on the bed she noticed a photo in a frame on the desk.
She picked it up. It was a photo of her and Kojiro, posing in one of the
strange poses they used to do when they made their speech. She smiled,
remembering their motto. She was still looking at it when Kojiro walked in with
the pizzas.
"You still
like pepperoni, right?" he asked, then saw what she was looking at. He sat
down beside her, setting the pizza on the table. "You still remember that
speech?" he asked softly, looking over her shoulder.
"How could I
forget?" she whispered back, looking in his direction.
He sighed.
"It’s been so long, Musashi..." He closed his eyes and hugged her.
"We were such good friends. How could we lose touch with each other for so
long?"
"Were,
Kojiro?" Musashi leaned against him as he hugged her. "We’ve always
been friends. We never stopped, we were just separated for awhile."
He nodded,
smiling to himself. "I’m gonna go take a shower, he told her, grabbing a
couple slices of pizza. "There are blankets and pillows in the
closet."
Kojiro came back
a few minutes later to see Musashi curled up on his bed, asleep. She had set up
a couple blankets and a pillow on the floor, apparently for him. A few more
pieces of pizza were gone, and her Rocket Gang shirt was tossed over a chair.
He shook his
head. "Thanks, Musashi," he muttered as he flopped down on the
blankets and went to sleep.
**********
Musashi awoke to
a burning smell coming from downstairs. She hopped out of bed and walked to the
kitchen, where Kojiro was desperately trying to put out a flaming pan. She
grabbed a box of baking soda off the counter, tore the top off, and threw the
box, covering both Kojiro and the pan with soda. The fire died out.
"Uhm..."
Kojiro reached into the pan and pulled out a stiff black disk.
"Pancake?"
She lowered her
head. "I take it you don’t cook very often."
He pointed to the
corner full of pizza boxes. "What do you think all those are for?"
Musashi picked up
the pan and hit him over the head with it before she stuck it in the sink to
wash it. "Here, I’LL cook."
Kojiro barely had
time to recover before the doorbell rang. "I’ll get it," he said as
he stumbled towards the door. He opened it and a familiar Persian flew in at
him, knocking him to the floor.
"What’s the
big idea, leavin’ Nyase in the cave like that?!" the cat yelled, drawing
its sharp claws.
A frying pan
suddenly struck Nyase in the head, and he fell over. Musashi swung the pan over
her shoulder. "Baka."
Kojiro sat up and
looked at her, suddenly noticing something different. "Musashi-san! Your
hair!"
"My
hair?" She looked around desperately for a mirror. "What is it? Is it
on fire?"
He stared at her.
"No, it’s hanging down!"
She blinked and
pulled a lock of hair in front of her, staring at it blankly. "Oh. I just
haven’t fixed it today."
She started up
the stairs with Kojiro close behind, leaving Nyase in the doorway. Kojiro just
kept staring at her hair. "But I thought it was naturally that way!"
She shrugged.
"You thought wrong," she replied as she walked into the bathroom. She
began to brush her hair out when Kojiro stopped her hand.
"Let me do
your hair, Musashi-san!" He looked so eager that Musashi gave in
reluctantly. "Okay. But if you mess it up, you’re dead!"
"Great!"
He opened up a closet beside the counter, full of hair supplies. "Ever consider
cutting it, Musashi?" A pair of scissors flew just over his head,
embedding themselves into the closet door. "I say that’s a no."
He took a simple
hairband and tied it around her hair in a ponytail. "Hmm...not you."
He grabbed another hairband and parted her hair into two pigtails. "How
about that?"
"There is no
way in hell you’re getting me to wear pigtails!" she screamed.
Kojiro winced.
"All right, all right!" He put the hairbands away and took out some
curlers. Carefully he pulled a bucket of water out of the closet. "Please
don’t kill me, Musashi-san!" he pleaded as he dumped the water over her
head.
"EEEEEK!"
She froze in place, wide eyed and dripping wet. Kojiro quickly put her hair in
curlers while she was in shock and began blow-drying it. A few minutes later he
pulled the curlers out, leaving her hair in ringlets. "Not bad, eh,
Musashi?"
She stared in the
mirror and a very large sweatdrop formed on her head.
"Well...maybe
not." Kojiro brushed out the curls. "I have one more idea." he
led her away from the mirror and sat her down in a chair. Musashi sat
impatiently as Kojiro worked on her hair for nearly an hour. "Aren’t you
done yet?" she snapped irritably.
"Almost,
Musashi-san!" He put the finishing touches on her hair. He pulled her back
to the mirror to get her approval. Her hair was pulled off to the side in her
normal hairstyle.
"It’s
perfect!" she exclaimed, turning around and hugging him.
"Are you two
done playing beauty shop yet?" Nyase asked from the doorway, sounding
annoyed. Kojiro and Musashi jumped back, startled.
"You always
have to ruin our fun, don’t you," pouted Kojiro.
"We should
be going anyway," Musashi interrupted.
The others looked
at her with blank expressions. "Going...where?" Kojiro asked.
She looked back
at them. "To get that Mewtwo, of course!" Her associates nearly fell
over.
"Are you
crazy?" Nyase growled, baring his catlike teeth at her. "We can’t
beat that thing!" Kojiro nodded in agreement.
Musashi sighed.
"Look, you two, we were given a job to do. That’s what we’re getting paid
for, and personally, I think it’s great to do this again. If you two aren’t
with me then I’m going without you."
"I’m not
risking my neck to catch a stupid Pokemon! Not even for the boss!" Nyase
announced, and walked off in a huff.
Musashi turned to
her best friend. "Kojiro?"
Kojiro turned
away. "Nyase’s got a point, Musashi-san," he answered quietly.
"There’s no way we can beat it. Going after it again is suicide."
"Fine,"
she said coldly, walking down the stairs to the door.
"Musashi-san!"
he yelled, running after her. He grabbed her shoulders and held her tight.
"You’ll be killed of you go fight it alone!"
Musashi suddenly
whirled around and slapped him across the face. He staggered back, letting go
of her. He stared at her in shock, slowly bringing his hand to his face.
"Musashi-san.."
She glared at
him. "If you’re so worried about me, why aren’t you coming with me?"
Kojiro was silent. "I thought so," she muttered, and she turned away,
walking out the door before he could respond.