Title: Sweet Vengeance
Summary: Aviva receives a call from her former Team Rocket partner, and attempting to set him in his place for good, insults him a great deal. Written after being high off of caffeine at three in the morning.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Aviva. But I do happen to own Tear. And blessed be to the Lord that I don't own Aviva's former partner, but I'm sure a nice child molester's jail will someday.
Tear -- I would like to take this time to introduce Aviva, who I have not consulted whatsoever in writing this fanfiction.
Aviva --…Um, hi?
Tear – Hi indeed. Now let me continue in saying that Avi-chan's former partner, who I shall refer to as FP for the remaining portion of this introduction, is a complete and total loser. Yes, I would rather watch Ash perform a strip tease show then spend five minutes with FP.
Aviva -- Can I go home now? I didn't even want to come here…. You threatened me with Emerald's shovel!
Tear – No can do: you're stuck with me. But seriously folks, let's give a big thank you to Aviva, who plays with me all the time so I don't have to play with myself or DaSilva!
Aviva -- That sounds wrong…. You're like a transvestite Barbie doll on a bad hair day.
Tear -- That I am, Aviva. That I am. Now on with the fic!
Sweet Vengeance
Aviva's chest unintentionally tightened as she heard the raspy voice of her former partner emit from the receiving end of the telephone.
"Hello," she said, beginning to entangle the twisted telephone cord with her sharp, black nails. "What on earth do you want?"
"Ah, but there's only one thing that I want, Avi-chan," he replied, his words slurring together slightly as if he were drunk.
"Must I remind you of the restraining order I placed on you?" she asked, her eyes swiftly landing on the piles of legal documents thrown on her desk. One in particular stood out at having had been burned slightly on the command of her former partner's Charmander.
"Papers? Those don't mean a thing," he retorted, lightly rotating his gloved hand around the flaming tip of his Pokemon's tail for warmth, at having had been thrown out of the Team Rocket Headquarters' the previous day. He shook slightly as the continuing falling snow brushed against his matted, dark blonde hair, the white flakes causing his cell phone reception to begin to give out.
Having to speak louder as the static erupted from her previous partner's cell phone, she replied: "Go to Hell, twerp," and forcibly slammed the phone down as she heard a sharp rapping at her door.
I suppose Hell would be warmer…"he mused, lightly digging his uncut fingernail into the off button of his cell phone. "Hmm, maybe I should call David…"
Aviva opened her door to find a very distraught Tear, whose pallid lips insecurely held a piece of jellied toast.
"Hey," she said, lightly moistening the bread with the tip of her tongue, "I think I saw your stalker outside. Don't you suppose he'll get cold?" she asked, inclining her head to the right slightly to indicate a window, whose glass was suffering repeated blows from the now pouring hail.
"Of course not," she replied, giving Tear a casual flick of her wrist. "Dylan has his girl's gym pants to keep him warm!"
Woo. And don't care if anyone doesn't get it -- this was written for Aviva's birthday. So, my dear readers: REVIEW and tell me what you think.
Love,
Tear22