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I needed a place to post these other than LJ. And it was not about to be Serebii. If this is breaking any rules, please let me know. I did read all of them, but there might be something I missed.
Rating: There's G to PG-13, sometimes slight sexual content.
Other warnings: Shounen-ai (read: boy/boy love) is included, and I think there's even some Aaron/Lucario somewhere. One has pokemon death, and I think that's it.
Guess
"Come on, guess."
"Either give me the present, or shut up." James pouts, but shakes his head.
"Not until you guess." Jessie growled at him.
"Is it an ice cube?" she asks, saying the first thing that popped into her head. Her parter smiles.
"Nope! Close your eyes." Jessie grumbles but obliges. She is suddenly aware of something. Something near her, and it smells like...
She opens her eyes. Sure enough, James is bashfully holding a red rose out to her. And as she takes it, she can't help but notice how cute he looks when he's blushing.
----
Fate
"You're serious?" She nods. "Are you sure?" Another nod. Atilla pulls her closer, his chin resting on her hair. Trying to recover from the shock of what he had just been told. He can't believe it. He knew it could happen, but still. They took their chances, and fate had presented them with the fruits of their gambling in the worst way possible.
"No one can know." Hun whispers. Atilla just nods. "What are we going to do?"
"We can't keep it." he repsonds. Hun flinches, maternal instinct already kicking in. But she has to agree.
Having this baby would be good for no one.
----
Wanted (kind of a sequel to Fate)
They told him it would happen. They said she would be emotional, maybe a little sick from the hormones. They told him she might regret it.
They told him she would be fine soon.
They didn't tell him she would cry and cry and cry. That she would have that look in her eyes. The look he couldn't stand because it meant she was sad. So all he can do is hold her, not talking, until she stops sobbing. She looks up at him. They speak without words.
I wanted to keep it.
I know. We couldn't.
I know. But still...
Still...
He wanted to keep it too.
----
Learning
"Stay still. Let him get used to you." The green-haired Rocket obeyed as she sat still on her Pidgeot, Tyson right beside her on one of his Fearow. The other bird was perched in a tree, preening itself. Pidgeot churred softly, wandering why his previously grounded trainer was now sitting on top of him. Fearow answered him with a series of soft squawks. It was reassuring to the bird, and interesting to know that he would be able to fly with his trainer. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Tyson speak. He didn't exactly catch what the man was saying. Which was bad, because when Wendy nudged him, he took it as a command to start flying. He yelped as the startled woman hung on to his neck to keep from falling off. In his confusion, he didn't hear the soft whoosh of wings and Fearow sprung up behind them, but was suddenly aware of Wendy no longer being there. The large bird squawked, afraid he had dropped his rider. He whirled around to look for her, and was relieved to find her riding on Fearow with Tyson. Holding onto Tyson. The two birds landed, and Pidgeot nudged his trainer.
"I'm okay." Wendy answered, petting the bird. "It's not your fault. We're new at this."
"You sure you're okay, Wendy?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"If you're sure..." Fearow raised a feathered eyebrow at his master's unusual concern.
"I am, really." Wendy smiled. "Okay, Pidgeot. Let's try this again."
----
Nothing
"...We can't bring him back." Bashou turned to his partner, not sure if he heard right.
"And why not?"
"Look at him." Bashou stole a glance at their target. A boy, about 15. He really didn't know why Giovanni had wanted Mondo back. It wasn't like the boy knew anything that could hurt Team Rocket. But, orders were orders. Runaways were captured and, more often than not, killed. Bashou turned back to Buson.
"What about him?"
"He looks... happy. Have you ever seen him happy?" Now that he thought about it, no, he hasn't. Mondo has always been cheery, but with a sadness in his eyes, as if he could make anyone but himself happy. But now, as he stood with the teal-haired boy (Tate, Bashou remembered. A gym leader, wasn't he?) he seemed excited, almost ecstatic. They stood in silence for a while.
"You're right."
"-and then I was thinking we could go on the Ferris Wheel, it's really big. Like, huge. And then- Mondo?" Tate looked at his companion. Mondo was staring at something on the edge of the crowd. "Mondo?" Tate craned his neck to see what the other boy was looking at. He barely caught a glimpse of a leather jacket and silver hair- two figures that seemed somehow out of place here at the carnival.
"Huh?" The ex-Rocket snapped out of his troubled thoughts. He'd know those two anywhere, and there was only one thing they could be here for.
"You okay? What were you staring at?" Of course, he could just read the other boy's thoughts. But he trusted Mondo to tell him if it was serious...
"Oh. It's nothing."
----
Stupid
Buson tried to lift his head to see where he was, but was quickly assaulted by a shot of pain. He laid back down and slowly opened his eyes. He groped around him for his sunglasses, not being used to the bright light, and was surprised to find them placed in his hand. He put them on and blinked to clear his vision.
"You okay?" Buson turned to look at Bashou, and realized he was in one of the base's hospital beds.
"Not really. What happened?"
"...You tried to break a brick with your head." Ah. Now he remembered.
"...Did it work?" Bashou glared at him.
"Why would you do something stupid like that?" Buson just shrugged and smiled impishly.
"Tyson could do it..." He glanced innocently up at his friend. Bashou just shook his head and sighed.
"Thirsty?" He handed his partner a water bottle.
"Yeah, thanks.."
----
Ghost
"Jessie?" The redhead snapped out of her thoughts. "Jessie, you okay?"
"Yeah, you kinda spaced out dere for a second." She just shook her head and managed a smile.
"I'm fine." She looked back at where she had seen the purple-haired woman. Forget it. Just a trick of the eye. She's gone. And she's not coming back.
----
Shame
His breath caught in his throat. One look in the gym leader's eyes made him wonder if he was remembered. No. He remembers. He wouldn't look at me like that if he didn't...
As Akagi ordered the attack, he noted the fear in Denji's eyes. And, for a second, he felt guilty. All the years of building up the emotional barriers felt wasted. But what was he expecting? For Denji to trust him again? There was no way he would. Not after... He stopped himself. No use thinking about it.
This was his life now.
----
And I'll post more when I feel like it. These are from my early days of writing, so they're not my best work.
EDIT: More. No reviews? D:
Go
"...I'm not going."
"Come on, Jack!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not even sure that's a woman."
"How could that not be a chick?"
"Well, she's kinda flat-chested..."
"So? Have you ever seen a man that pretty? And reading? Really, when was the last time you saw a guy read a book?" He hesitated.
"I'm still not sure..."
"Just go!" He pushed his friend.
"Alright, alright! I'm going." And without another word, Jack walked off to where Bashou was sitting on the park bench.
----
Game
"..."
"..."
"...What are you two doing?" Bashou was tired of looking at Tyson and Buson doing nothing.
"Staring contest." came the gruff reply. Bashou rolled his eyes. Then smirking evily, he spoke.
"Hey, Buson?" His partner immediately turned to him.
"Yea?"
"Ha. you lose." Tyson smirked triumphantly at his win. Bashou chuckled, and Buson glared at his friend.
"Thanks." he said sarcastically.
"No problem." came the catty reply as Bashou sauntered off.
----
Lithe
Tyson stared in shock and Buson just laughed as he ordered his Blissey to Thunderbolt the Fearow. The egg Pokemon obeyed, and the fierce bird fell to the ground. It was promptly recalled into its pokeball. Buson recalled Blissey and walked over to Tyson.
"Told you."
"There is no way in hell that is a normal Blissey." Again, laughter. Tyson shook his head. There was no way a Pokemon that slow could dodge something as fast as his Fearow. And with that, he concluded that there were two possibilities: that it was some kind of mutant, or that it had really been trained by Bashou.
---
Experiment
Bashou walked into the scientist's office, Buson trailing behind him as always. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"
"Ah yes. Hello, Bashou, Buson." Namba replied. He had stayed up all night putting the finishing touches on his latest project. Now, all he needed was someone to test it on. He handed Bashou a small vial of liquid. "Would you drink this?" Bashou raised an eyebrow as if to say, "You're kidding me." His actual reply was a little more respectful:
"What's in it and what will it do to me?" Namba grinned wildy.
"Oh, nothing. Just something I've been working on."
"Right... I think I'll take it later." He slipped the vial in his pocket and walked out of them room. Buson waved to the professor before following him out. He could barely hide a smirk as he questioned his partner.
"Slip it in someone's drink?"
"What else would I do with it?"
----
Tale
"Buson!!!" The blonde looked down at the boy tugged at his shirt. "Come play fooseball with me!" The agent grinned.
"Okay! You know, fooseball was invented by this guy who loved soccer and shish-kabobs. And so he combined them." Tory's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Bashou, you should bring Buson to visit more often. He's fun."
"Yeah, Bashou." Buson winked at his partner before allowing himself to be pulled away.
----
Trick
Ninjask looked up from his meal at the sound of a crying Pokemon. He headed towards the familiar sound of Pinpuku's voice. If he could, he would have laughed. The baby Pokemon seemed to have fallen over and was unable to get up, much like a turtle on its back. He went to turn her back over, when she suddenly jumped up and bounded over to his berries. Ninjask glared at Pinpuku, who was now enjoying his meal, and thought of all the ways to mutilate her. He was jarred out of his thoughts as Pinpuku came over to him, offering a berry. It was hard to stay mad at something so cute.
----
Medicine
"Jirarudan, I am not taking that." Sebastian glared at the spoonful of liquid. He had put up with the man's babying so far, too sick to argue. But he was not going to drink that.
"It'll make you feel better." The remark was met with a look of scorn.
"I was doing just fine until you showed up."
"You were not. You're sick, and this medicine will help. Now take it."
"Only if you promise to leave me alone."
"Maybe." Sebastian glared at the collector, who matched the look. Reluctantly, the scientist swallowed the foul-tasting liquid.
He hated being sick.
----
Partner
Buson stood in silence, looking across the bridge. He could clearly see Akagi, with Bashou handcuffed beside him. He turned and nodded to Tyson, who gave their captive a small push. The blond man seemed all too eager to get away from them. Buson could see Bashou start walking towards them, crossing paths with the other prisoner, until he was off the bridge. He gently wrapped his arms around his partner, looking across to Akagi. Buson didn't know what the Galaxy leader wanted with Denji, but if he was willing to trade, it didn't matter. He had his partner back, and right now, that was all he cared about.
Rating: There's G to PG-13, sometimes slight sexual content.
Other warnings: Shounen-ai (read: boy/boy love) is included, and I think there's even some Aaron/Lucario somewhere. One has pokemon death, and I think that's it.
Guess
"Come on, guess."
"Either give me the present, or shut up." James pouts, but shakes his head.
"Not until you guess." Jessie growled at him.
"Is it an ice cube?" she asks, saying the first thing that popped into her head. Her parter smiles.
"Nope! Close your eyes." Jessie grumbles but obliges. She is suddenly aware of something. Something near her, and it smells like...
She opens her eyes. Sure enough, James is bashfully holding a red rose out to her. And as she takes it, she can't help but notice how cute he looks when he's blushing.
----
Fate
"You're serious?" She nods. "Are you sure?" Another nod. Atilla pulls her closer, his chin resting on her hair. Trying to recover from the shock of what he had just been told. He can't believe it. He knew it could happen, but still. They took their chances, and fate had presented them with the fruits of their gambling in the worst way possible.
"No one can know." Hun whispers. Atilla just nods. "What are we going to do?"
"We can't keep it." he repsonds. Hun flinches, maternal instinct already kicking in. But she has to agree.
Having this baby would be good for no one.
----
Wanted (kind of a sequel to Fate)
They told him it would happen. They said she would be emotional, maybe a little sick from the hormones. They told him she might regret it.
They told him she would be fine soon.
They didn't tell him she would cry and cry and cry. That she would have that look in her eyes. The look he couldn't stand because it meant she was sad. So all he can do is hold her, not talking, until she stops sobbing. She looks up at him. They speak without words.
I wanted to keep it.
I know. We couldn't.
I know. But still...
Still...
He wanted to keep it too.
----
Learning
"Stay still. Let him get used to you." The green-haired Rocket obeyed as she sat still on her Pidgeot, Tyson right beside her on one of his Fearow. The other bird was perched in a tree, preening itself. Pidgeot churred softly, wandering why his previously grounded trainer was now sitting on top of him. Fearow answered him with a series of soft squawks. It was reassuring to the bird, and interesting to know that he would be able to fly with his trainer. He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard Tyson speak. He didn't exactly catch what the man was saying. Which was bad, because when Wendy nudged him, he took it as a command to start flying. He yelped as the startled woman hung on to his neck to keep from falling off. In his confusion, he didn't hear the soft whoosh of wings and Fearow sprung up behind them, but was suddenly aware of Wendy no longer being there. The large bird squawked, afraid he had dropped his rider. He whirled around to look for her, and was relieved to find her riding on Fearow with Tyson. Holding onto Tyson. The two birds landed, and Pidgeot nudged his trainer.
"I'm okay." Wendy answered, petting the bird. "It's not your fault. We're new at this."
"You sure you're okay, Wendy?"
"Yes, I'm fine."
"If you're sure..." Fearow raised a feathered eyebrow at his master's unusual concern.
"I am, really." Wendy smiled. "Okay, Pidgeot. Let's try this again."
----
Nothing
"...We can't bring him back." Bashou turned to his partner, not sure if he heard right.
"And why not?"
"Look at him." Bashou stole a glance at their target. A boy, about 15. He really didn't know why Giovanni had wanted Mondo back. It wasn't like the boy knew anything that could hurt Team Rocket. But, orders were orders. Runaways were captured and, more often than not, killed. Bashou turned back to Buson.
"What about him?"
"He looks... happy. Have you ever seen him happy?" Now that he thought about it, no, he hasn't. Mondo has always been cheery, but with a sadness in his eyes, as if he could make anyone but himself happy. But now, as he stood with the teal-haired boy (Tate, Bashou remembered. A gym leader, wasn't he?) he seemed excited, almost ecstatic. They stood in silence for a while.
"You're right."
"-and then I was thinking we could go on the Ferris Wheel, it's really big. Like, huge. And then- Mondo?" Tate looked at his companion. Mondo was staring at something on the edge of the crowd. "Mondo?" Tate craned his neck to see what the other boy was looking at. He barely caught a glimpse of a leather jacket and silver hair- two figures that seemed somehow out of place here at the carnival.
"Huh?" The ex-Rocket snapped out of his troubled thoughts. He'd know those two anywhere, and there was only one thing they could be here for.
"You okay? What were you staring at?" Of course, he could just read the other boy's thoughts. But he trusted Mondo to tell him if it was serious...
"Oh. It's nothing."
----
Stupid
Buson tried to lift his head to see where he was, but was quickly assaulted by a shot of pain. He laid back down and slowly opened his eyes. He groped around him for his sunglasses, not being used to the bright light, and was surprised to find them placed in his hand. He put them on and blinked to clear his vision.
"You okay?" Buson turned to look at Bashou, and realized he was in one of the base's hospital beds.
"Not really. What happened?"
"...You tried to break a brick with your head." Ah. Now he remembered.
"...Did it work?" Bashou glared at him.
"Why would you do something stupid like that?" Buson just shrugged and smiled impishly.
"Tyson could do it..." He glanced innocently up at his friend. Bashou just shook his head and sighed.
"Thirsty?" He handed his partner a water bottle.
"Yeah, thanks.."
----
Ghost
"Jessie?" The redhead snapped out of her thoughts. "Jessie, you okay?"
"Yeah, you kinda spaced out dere for a second." She just shook her head and managed a smile.
"I'm fine." She looked back at where she had seen the purple-haired woman. Forget it. Just a trick of the eye. She's gone. And she's not coming back.
----
Shame
His breath caught in his throat. One look in the gym leader's eyes made him wonder if he was remembered. No. He remembers. He wouldn't look at me like that if he didn't...
As Akagi ordered the attack, he noted the fear in Denji's eyes. And, for a second, he felt guilty. All the years of building up the emotional barriers felt wasted. But what was he expecting? For Denji to trust him again? There was no way he would. Not after... He stopped himself. No use thinking about it.
This was his life now.
----
And I'll post more when I feel like it. These are from my early days of writing, so they're not my best work.
EDIT: More. No reviews? D:
Go
"...I'm not going."
"Come on, Jack!"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not even sure that's a woman."
"How could that not be a chick?"
"Well, she's kinda flat-chested..."
"So? Have you ever seen a man that pretty? And reading? Really, when was the last time you saw a guy read a book?" He hesitated.
"I'm still not sure..."
"Just go!" He pushed his friend.
"Alright, alright! I'm going." And without another word, Jack walked off to where Bashou was sitting on the park bench.
----
Game
"..."
"..."
"...What are you two doing?" Bashou was tired of looking at Tyson and Buson doing nothing.
"Staring contest." came the gruff reply. Bashou rolled his eyes. Then smirking evily, he spoke.
"Hey, Buson?" His partner immediately turned to him.
"Yea?"
"Ha. you lose." Tyson smirked triumphantly at his win. Bashou chuckled, and Buson glared at his friend.
"Thanks." he said sarcastically.
"No problem." came the catty reply as Bashou sauntered off.
----
Lithe
Tyson stared in shock and Buson just laughed as he ordered his Blissey to Thunderbolt the Fearow. The egg Pokemon obeyed, and the fierce bird fell to the ground. It was promptly recalled into its pokeball. Buson recalled Blissey and walked over to Tyson.
"Told you."
"There is no way in hell that is a normal Blissey." Again, laughter. Tyson shook his head. There was no way a Pokemon that slow could dodge something as fast as his Fearow. And with that, he concluded that there were two possibilities: that it was some kind of mutant, or that it had really been trained by Bashou.
---
Experiment
Bashou walked into the scientist's office, Buson trailing behind him as always. "You wanted to see me, Professor?"
"Ah yes. Hello, Bashou, Buson." Namba replied. He had stayed up all night putting the finishing touches on his latest project. Now, all he needed was someone to test it on. He handed Bashou a small vial of liquid. "Would you drink this?" Bashou raised an eyebrow as if to say, "You're kidding me." His actual reply was a little more respectful:
"What's in it and what will it do to me?" Namba grinned wildy.
"Oh, nothing. Just something I've been working on."
"Right... I think I'll take it later." He slipped the vial in his pocket and walked out of them room. Buson waved to the professor before following him out. He could barely hide a smirk as he questioned his partner.
"Slip it in someone's drink?"
"What else would I do with it?"
----
Tale
"Buson!!!" The blonde looked down at the boy tugged at his shirt. "Come play fooseball with me!" The agent grinned.
"Okay! You know, fooseball was invented by this guy who loved soccer and shish-kabobs. And so he combined them." Tory's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow. Bashou, you should bring Buson to visit more often. He's fun."
"Yeah, Bashou." Buson winked at his partner before allowing himself to be pulled away.
----
Trick
Ninjask looked up from his meal at the sound of a crying Pokemon. He headed towards the familiar sound of Pinpuku's voice. If he could, he would have laughed. The baby Pokemon seemed to have fallen over and was unable to get up, much like a turtle on its back. He went to turn her back over, when she suddenly jumped up and bounded over to his berries. Ninjask glared at Pinpuku, who was now enjoying his meal, and thought of all the ways to mutilate her. He was jarred out of his thoughts as Pinpuku came over to him, offering a berry. It was hard to stay mad at something so cute.
----
Medicine
"Jirarudan, I am not taking that." Sebastian glared at the spoonful of liquid. He had put up with the man's babying so far, too sick to argue. But he was not going to drink that.
"It'll make you feel better." The remark was met with a look of scorn.
"I was doing just fine until you showed up."
"You were not. You're sick, and this medicine will help. Now take it."
"Only if you promise to leave me alone."
"Maybe." Sebastian glared at the collector, who matched the look. Reluctantly, the scientist swallowed the foul-tasting liquid.
He hated being sick.
----
Partner
Buson stood in silence, looking across the bridge. He could clearly see Akagi, with Bashou handcuffed beside him. He turned and nodded to Tyson, who gave their captive a small push. The blond man seemed all too eager to get away from them. Buson could see Bashou start walking towards them, crossing paths with the other prisoner, until he was off the bridge. He gently wrapped his arms around his partner, looking across to Akagi. Buson didn't know what the Galaxy leader wanted with Denji, but if he was willing to trade, it didn't matter. He had his partner back, and right now, that was all he cared about.