Jealousy.
I can't deny that I'm feeling it. I've always felt it. I've always been friends with the two of them, so don't get me wrong and mistake the envy for hate. It's just that … I've always been the odd one out. That's just how it is. Bashou and Buson. Buson and Bashou. Forever connected by that conjunction. You never see Tyson written in there…and I doubt you ever will.
You can't look at them and not see it in their faces. Each would do anything for the other. Anything at all, even give his own life I'm sure. That's just the kind of camaraderie they have. Accuse them of being a couple, though, and they'll BOTH try to kill you. I don't see any romantic sparks fly between them, but you kind of have to wonder. Neither of them have a girl, and they spend almost every waking moment together…
I keep telling myself that it shouldn't bother me to work by myself. I should be more than happy…no partner to drag me down or vice versa. I can do and go as I please. No one to clean up after in my apartment at the good old HQ. Nobody to fight with over what toppings to get on the pizza. But then…then I see them together, best of friends, and long to know what I'm missing.
Then there's the experience of a failed mission…it's much easier to endure if you have someone by your side to take half the blame. I'll never forget what happened after Project R failed. Giovanni refused to pay my bail. I sat in a jail cell all alone for a week, wishing for someone to talk to. Everyone blamed ME for the failure. I was supposed to be 'security', and Lance… Lance the G-man with his fucking Dragonite snuck in to ruin the whole thing. To top that off, I was the one who was foolish enough to put those screwballs Jesse and James in charge of the equipment, only to have Professor Sebastian's entire laboratory destroyed. Of course, he has more than one laboratory, but he only had ONE evolution inducement wave machine…and that's lost now for good.
While we're on that note, I think I'll just mention that Sebastian was the one who took pity on me when he heard of my predicament. He bailed me out, which, yes, I'm grateful for…but he's never let me hear the end of it.
Anyways, the point is that every finger pointed in my direction. That would never happen to Bashou and Buson….THEY as a collective unit would be blamed, and it's always nice to have someone to wallow around in the mud pool of failure with, isn't it? You've heard it before…misery loves company.
I've never told them how I feel. They obviously don't know…and I would want to be the one to tell them. It would make things between us….different. You know…conversations might become a little tense as they both tried to water down that bond while talking to me. I'd rather be jealous of two of my friends than get along with a couple of people I don't really know. Know what I mean?
Yes, we know each other. We're good friends…the only three silver members on the Team, we have to be, don't we? We joined Team Rocket at the same time. We've always been promoted at the same time. When people see us at leisure, the three of us pal around together. Yet…they never see us as a group of three. It's more like….
Tyson and (Bashou and Buson)
…in their eyes.
I guess there's really nothing I can do about it. It just hurts that they were partnered up and I was left alone. I should be flattered. It makes it look like I'm so good at my job, I don't NEED a partner. I should be PROUD...but at the end of the day, when I'm laying awake at night in silence, I'm just.....lonely.
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Author's Note: I know it's short, but I like it. I think I've seen a total of 1 fics with Tyson in it....so I just had to do one. I love the elite Rockets!! Please review...this is my first fic on fanfiction.net.
