Satoshi Ichihara
It was morning, well afternoon, since being kidnapped by Team Rocket. Satoshi stretched and yawned, checking the clock. It was about 1 p.m.. He was always a late sleeper. He walked downstairs to see Miharu nowhere to be found, but a chicken sandwich was waiting for him on the table along with Coke Vanilla.
It seems that she remembers my favorite drink.
Satoshi sat down and leisurely ate the sandwich and carried the can with him outside to try to find Miharu. He found her in the clearing in which they battled against each other, sparring Bishamon. He sat down near a tree, quietly, and watched.
Miharu Mizushima
He must think that we don't notice him.
That was Miharu's thought as she ducked a blow from Bishamon that created a small cut on her cheek when Satoshi sat down. In return, Miharu sent a side kick to an opening in Bishamon's guard, his stomach. While in the middle of the move, she could feel Bishamon smirking and knew it was a trap. But she couldn't stop now.
Bishamon used cross block that allowed him to grab Miharu's foot. He then used the leg closest to Miharu to sweep her remaining foot from under her and she fell to the ground, softening her fall by slamming down on the ground with her arms and to stop a concussion, her head was facing towards the tree behind Bishamon. Bishamon put his blade near Miharu's neck.
I win, master.
Damn it. Now it's a tie. Good job Bishamon.
Bishamon took his blade from Miharu's neck and stepped a few steps away from her, not offering any help. Not that she would take it though. Miharu stood up and bowed at Bishamon, who had bowed back at the same time. Miharu then turned to face Satoshi.
"How did you like the show?" asked Miharu.
Satoshi had the decency to look slightly embarrassed. "How many times do you two spar in a day? And what exactly is the score?"
"At least twice a day. Usually the first spar would be in the morning, but I was tired and so were you it seems. The score? It's a tie actually, 320-320. We started all over from when I got my fourth degree black belt. I'm sure that there were more spars to Bishamon though, but now it seems that we are evenly matched."
Satoshi snorted. "That sort of skill level isn't seen in just fourth degree black belts. That's my master's level right there."
Miharu raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Who was your master then?"
"Master Sim."
"...You're lying."
Satoshi blinked. "No, I'm not. Why?"
"He was my master too."
Satoshi blinked again. "When did you start Tae Kwon Do?"
"Since I was five."
"Hm, and you are sixteen right? What date?"
"December 21 and yes, I am sixteen."
Satoshi blinked. "Now you're lying."
Miharu frowned. "Don't tell me that your birthday is December 21 as well?"
"It is. This is...strange. Do you think that we may have had the same parents?"
"Unless you were born here, then most likely no. After all, I am a native here. When did you start Tae Kwon Do?"
"When I was six, in Viridian City, when father was alive he would fly me there."
"Hm, I took Tae Kwon Do here. Perhaps our masters were brothers?"
Satoshi nodded. "That would make more sense. I feel that it is weird that we have the same birthday though."
Miharu shrugged. "It happens."
Bishamon followed the exchange, thoroughly amused. Perhaps there are things more similar between the two of them that they know...
Miharu motioned towards the house. "Have you gotten everything all packed? If so, then we should probably move onto Emerald Island and kick Team Rocket arse."
Satoshi nodded, patting his pack that was next to him. "I'm ready." He stood up. "You?"
"Actually, I have a house on all of the islands with clothes and other things in them. Most of them are like this house, but perhaps more bare."
Satoshi blinked. "Where did you get all of the money to do that?"
Miharu smirked before tapping her nose.
Annoyed, Satoshi let out his Pidgeot, Sora. Sora let out a shrill cry and seemed ready for battle, before noticing that there wasn't anything to battle. Abashed, Sora nuzzled Satoshi who, in return, patted Sora on the head.
Miharu turned to Bishamon. "We'll meet you there. Go ahead and teleport at the house."
Bishamon nodded, although he was slightly confused. Miharu rarely flew or surfed on her pokemon to get to any of the islands. She usually allowed Bishamon to teleport her, but most likely it was because that Satoshi was here was the reason why she hadn't teleported. Figuring out his own question, Bishamon teleported.
Miharu grabbed a pokeball from her belt and let out her pokemon. The pokemon roared which made several bird pokemon fly away and other pokemon scurry from fright. The pokemon than grabbed Miharu with its tail and grabbed her in a bone crushing hug. Literally.
Miharu patted her pokemon. "You're...kind...of...crushing my ribs...Hard for me....to...breathe..."
The pokemon automatically let Miharu go, who stumbled as she wheezed slightly and massaged her bruised ribs. "We have got to work on your entrances."
The pokemon gave a happy shout. The pokemon was a Dragonite, whose name was Densetsu. Legendary.
Both trainers got on their respective pokemon and they both flew towards Emerald Island. Going to defeat any and all Team Rocket grunts.
