"…Musashi-san…"
Musashi moaned
softly and tried to force her eyes open. She finally managed to do it, and
through blurred vision she saw Kojiro sitting beside her. As her sight began to
clear, she saw a concerned look on his face.
"You okay,
Musashi-san?" She pushed herself up, but winced in pain as she did so and
sat back down. "What happened?" He shook his head. "You
lost."
She frowned at
him. "I know that!! What happened after that?" A sweatdrop formed
above his head. "Um…we ran away. Or at least I did, after I grabbed
you." "You RAN?! I gave you Pokemon to fight with! I told you to
fight!" He threw his hands over his head defensively and began to whine as
usual. "I don’t know the attacks of your Pokemon!
I only know
Wheezing’s! And a couple of Arbok’s.."
"Baka,"
she muttered. "If I weren’t in pain I would smack you! You could have
beaten him! Hey…" She looked around the room.
"Where’s
that dumb cat?"
"You don’t
know?" Kojiro seemed surprised. "I thought he’d told you where he
went!" Just then Nyase walked into the room, looking blank.
"Nyase!"
Musashi threw a pillow at him. "Where have you been?" Nyase batted at
the pillow, shredding it to bits. "That’s one of your business." He
turned and walked out of the room, still looking lost.
***FLASHBACK***
"Come here,
Nyase."
Nyase cowered
under a table, unsure of what was happening.
"I SAID come
here!!"
Nyase shot out
from under the table, rushing over to Sakaki. He was taken by surprise when
Sakaki reached down and stroked his furr.
"Maybe you
aren't the loser I thought you were, Nyase." Nyase simply purred. A moment
later Sakaki's Persian appeared, and it growled as it saw Nyase with his
master. Sakaki smirked. "Perhaps we should see hiw much you've really
improved." He nodded to his Persian. "Attack." The Persian
snarled and pounced at Nyase. Moments later it was on the floor with spiraling
eyes . Nyase rolled h is small eyes and retracted his claws. "Hmph."
Sakaki appeared
genuinely impressed. "Persian was one of my strongest Pokemon!" Nyase
continued to look smug. Sakaki stroked Nyase gently. "It's time for you to
come back. You shouldn't have to stay with those pathetic fools who call
themselves Rocket Gang."
Both sat silently
for several moments, Sakaki looking throughtful and Nyase seeming troubled.
Before Nyase could say anything, Sakaki spoke again.
"No...maybe
you should go back to them."
Nyase looked up
at his master curiously, although trying to appear nonchalant as usual.
"Go back? To them?! Why?" Sakaki's eyes had a strange glow in them, a
look similar to the one that had come across his face when he beat Musashi.
"Those pests will be back again. They may be idiots, but they are
persistant idiots. That's why I hired them in the first place. If you stay with
them, it will give then a false sense of security and then they return to fight
me...we'll destroy them."
Nyase's ears
drooped slightly, but it was hardly noticable. "Destroy them?"
Sakaki simply ran
his undex finger across his throat. He didn't need to say another word.
***END
FLASHBACK***
Nyase sat curled
up in Musashi's apartment after kicking Vulpix off a comfortable pillow. He
found himself very deep in thought, despite what should have been a very simple
situation. It was true that he wasn't really fond of the human members of his
team, but they had taken care of him for several years. He and Musashi fought
almost constantly, but the two did seem to have a kind of mild respect for his
intellect, no matter how little it showed sometimes. And although they always
lost, they almost always had fun. At that moment Musashi walked in, her left
ankle wrapped in a bandage. she balanced herself precariously on her right foot
and stood in the doorway. "Thinking about something? Now there's a new
experience for you." Nyase was too worn out to make a wisecrack about
this. "What do you want?"
"We're
working on a new plan to beat Sakaki. You should be in here helping us."
Nyase remembered
Sakaki's last words to him. He stood and walked to Musashi, making her shudder.
"Do you think that's a good idea?"
"Hm?"
Musashi looked down at him. "Since when do you care what happens to
us?"
The beige cat
smirked and turned away. "I don't. But I don't want to get killed if you
two goofballs screw up." Musashi's pride took over. She whipped out her
mallot and clobbered him over the head. "Fine! You don't have to come,
we'll win without you!" Musashi spun on her one good heel and limped out
of the room. Nyase growled at her back. "Fine! I don't care what happens
to you! I don't even care if he rips you to shreds!" Musashi turned and
stared at him with hurt and shock. Nyase felt a slight twinge of remorse for
saying such a thing, but did not let it shine through his cool composure. He
instead watched silently as Musashi turned yet again and marched out,
infuriated.
Kojiro looked up
from the bed as Musashi slammed the door behind her. He stood and walked to
her. "What happened?" Musashi walked right past him and flopped down
on the bed. "I don't want to talk about it." Kojiro sighed, walking
back to the bed and sitting down beside her. He carefully put his arms around
her, afraid the slightest thing might make her move away.
Musashi looked up
at him, not quite knowing what she should say. She was used to treating Kojiro
as an inferior, the weak counterpart of the team. She, in reality, did not
actually feel this way. She found his meekness very attractive, although she
would never admit it. She had been hurt by a man before, she had promised
herself it would never happen again... She finally spoke. "Uh...thanks for
helping me back there."
Kojiro smiled
weakly. "You'd do the same for me, right?" Actually, Kojiro wasn't
sure she really would. He and Musashi had been friends since they were young,
but when it came down to life and death, Musashi's philosophy was "every
Rocket for themselves". He felt he made it apparant that he cared for her
deeply, but he also felt she made it apparant that the feeling wasn't mutual.
They found themselves staring into each other's eyes, unable to pull their
gazes away. Kojiro weighted his options, not wanting to lose everything they
had due to one wrong decision. He finally decided to risk it. He leaned forward
and kissed Musashi sofly on the lips.
Musahi was
completely caught off guard. A certain fear swept over her, but soon the
feeling melted away as she felt herself becoming drawn into the kiss. She closed
her eyes and began to kiss him back. Nyase watched from the doorway, obviously
unnoticed. He smiled grimly as the scene. "It's about time," he
thought, walking out the door to leave them some privacy.
the next morning,
Nyase walked in to find Kojiro and Musashi asleep in each other's arms. He
sighed and batted Musashi's dangling foot, which woke her up. She and Kojiro
both sat up, and when they saw the situation, they both began to blush
furiously. Then they realized that they were both fully clothed and remembered
that they had simply fallen asleep. They breathed a sigh of relief and looked
to Nyase. "What is it?"
"Time to get
up, you lovebirds," he replied, smirking as they turned red once more.
Later that
morning Musashi looked through her collection of Pokemon, trying to decide
which six to use. She knew she HAD to use Articuno, but what else? She selected
her Charmander's ball from the rack. "Level 68. Perfect." Kojiro
peeked over her shoulder. "A level 68 Charmander? Why hasn't it
evolved?"
"I don't
want it to evolve. A Pokemon's levels increase faster when in their first form.
Don't you even know that?" Kojiro nodded, even though he hadn't.
Soon Musashi had
Articuno, Charmander, a level 79 Arbok, a level 74 Nidoking, and a level 64
Dragonaire. She looked at her remaining Pokemon and tossed a few of the
stronger ones to Kojiro. She then saw that her left over Pokemon were not
adequate to fight with. She suddenly felt a small tug at her boot. She looked
down and found her small pet Vulpix. "Vulpix!" It smiled sweetly and
looked up at Musashi with its big, black eyes.
Musashi laughed
and picked up her littlest Pokemon. She looked at it for a moment, then hugged
it close to her. "What do you want, Vulpix?"
"Vulpix
vulpix vul vulpix!"
"It says it wants
to go with you," Nyase translated, coming up behind them.
"Fight? You
can't fight, Vulpix..." Musashi ruffled her pet's hair. "You'll get
hurt."
Vulpix frowned at
her. "Vulpix vul vul vulpix! Vulpix vulpix vul!!" (I can so fight!
and I won't get hurt!!)
"Oh yeah?
What level are you?"
"Vulpix
vul.."
"98?!"
All three members of the team fell off their feet. Musashi sighed and pulled
out a ball. "Here. Get in." Vulpix just shook his head.
"He says
he's not getting in," Nyase smirked.
Musashi began to
get angry. "You'll get in or you won't come at all!"
Soon the team was
walking back to headquarters...with Vulpix trotting along happily behind them.
"Way to
contol your Pokemon, Musashi." Nyase walked along beside her.
Musashi did not
reply; she didn't even bother to look at him.
Nyase stepped in
front of Musashi, forcing her to stop.
"Get out of
my way, you mangy furrball," Musashi glared at him. "What are you
doing coming with us anyway? Why aren't you with your beloved master?"
Kojiro whirled
around to face them. "Musashi..." Before he could finish Nyase leapt
up and tackled Musashi, knocking her to her back hard. He pulled out his claws,
which were far larger and sharper than his former ones had been, and held them
just inches from Musashi's face. His normally black eyes flashed red, and the
claws on his other paws began to dig into Musashi's skin. While Kojiro watched
helplessly, a strange smile came over Nyase's face as Musashi's eyes widened in
fear. He pushed his other three sets of claws deeper into Musashi, feeling them
penetrate her skin. He brought his claws gradually closer to her. When they
were barely touching her face, Nyase shook his head. He suddenly realized what
he was doing and jumped off Musashi quickly, ashamed of himself.
Kojiro ran to
Musashi and helped her up. By the time they looked back, Nyase was gone.