Gonzap was often torn when it came to his top snagger. Because truth be told, he wasn't exactly "his" top snagger to begin with.
Wes was hardly some grunt who could be kicked around and bent like so many men's elbows twisted into a full nelson to do any orders that Gonzap barked at him. The young rogue was quiet and not in the least talkative or social, but he always managed to reserve a sizeable portion of cheek and deadpan sarcasm for the Leader of Snagem, and honestly, it downright infuriated Gonzap. He couldn't force the rogue to be more compliant, no matter what he threatened.
But then the mercenary would routinely outperform Gonzap's grunts by leagues and pulled in more Pokemon than most of his team could do combined on a decent day. He really should have had little to complain about, really.
However, the quiet young man would say something so subtly laced with condescension that Gonzap really wondered if it wasn't worth it to wring the kid's neck and be done with it. Gonzap's carefully sculpted eyebrows twitched as his brow furrowed in frustration.
But in the end, the payoff was always more inviting than his vendetta against some no-name thief with a smart mouth.
Anyways, he knew that at least Wes wouldn't dare to rat on Snagem. The team constantly called on him for jobs, and Gonzap was his main source of income. Without them, he'd be some nobody pickpocket, swiping meager wallets off some poor saps in a seedy alleyway in Pyrite or something. Without Snagem, Wes had nothing.
Gonzap leaned back behind his desk, the beat-up leather chair squealing sharply in protest against the weight of the massive muscle-bound man abusing its facilities. He grinned smugly up at the ceiling. Perhaps he underestimated his power over Wes after all. His smile grew with satisfaction at the idea that he had the sandy-haired youth under his thumb.
Yes, that gold-eyed freak with his two mangy foxes was nothing without Gonzap.
"That brat'll never raise a hand against us," he muttered, resigning himself to a well-earned nap during a peaceful, money-making day.
A cacophonic crash of crumbling concrete and screeching metal chose that moment to prove his indulgent daydreams so very, utterly wrong.
((Oh goodness! Hello after God knows how long!
Bet most of you forgot I was even here, and I don't blame you, honestly.
I decided to go with this project on a whim, to tune up my writing skills. Because after how long it's been, I'm definitely rusty. When I get back into the swing of things, I will get back to working on Time's Design (it's still my baby), and I'll eventually be reworking my other stories that have been on a much-too-long hiatus.
But anyways, this is going to be a series of Pokemon Colosseum one-shots, sort of chronological, connected to each other, but can still sort of stand on their own. Eventually there will be bits of Wes x Rui sprinkled in later chapters, but I'll be exploring other themes and occasionally characters as well. Glad to be back!
See ya!
~Akira