A/N: Ciaossu~ ;D sorry it took me so long to update. oAo; I had tons of homework from my summer classes, so I had to deal with all that. ._.;
This chapter will contain lots of cussing from G. I changed the rating to 'T' because of that. Also, there will be Turtwig bashing in this chapter. Sorry if you like Turtwig. ;A; I love Turtwig, but I had to. There won't be much of it though, so ya.
Disclaimer: Turtwag and Pippoo. Giotto acting like a 5-year old. Ha, no fans wouldn't like that.
"Are you fucking serious?" G growled, as Giotto retold the whole story of him and Cozart playing Mario Kart Wii and how they thought it was going to get them back to Italy, and then how they had fought for the DS.
"So you're going to play Pokémon now, which somehow sounds…Italian in Cozart's ears?" G questioned, raising an eyebrow at the last part. Cozart nodded confidently. G just face palmed.
"And now…Cozart is trying to kill you Giotto, because you wanted a…what's it called? Pippoo or whatever as your first Pokémon." G finished his summary of what Giotto had told him.
Giotto glared at him. "It's a Piplup! Not a Pippoo! And mind you, it was much cuter than this ugly turtle thing." He protested, earning a glare from Cozart.
"Well it was your fault that we got this as our Pokémon idiot. We would have had an adorable little monkey as our starter, but no, you just had to throw the booklet at me, so now we're stuck with this…thing." Cozart gestured at the DS screen with Turtwig on it. G just sighed. As usual, his best friends were acting like 5 year olds.
"I, for one, do not give a fuck if we have a penguin, monkey, or an ugly turtle thing as our first Pokémon. We just need to get out of this room." G muttered, snatching the DS off of the bed. "Speaking of this room, whose is it?" He asked, while he examined the DS in his hands.
"It's my great-great-great-great grandson's or something." Giotto explained, and G choked on his saliva. What? Great grandson?
"That's bullshit! How could you have a grandson at your age?" The red-head asked, earning a shrug from Giotto and Cozart. G sighed, and shook his head. Idiots.
"Whatever G! It doesn't matter if he's my great grandson; we have to play this game so we can go back to Italy! Give me the DS!" Giotto shouted, and G handed said contraption to him.
"Giotto! Do you even know how to play this game?" Cozart asked, settling himself down next to G, who was currently reading the instruction booklet and trying to understand what the hell it was talking about.
"Cozart, this is simple. You tilt the DS to move, like in Mario Kart Wii, and then when you want to go faster, you press 2! God, you think I'm so stupid, but I'm secretly a child genius!" Giotto exclaimed, and Cozart smacked him on the head with the pillow next to him.
"Ow! What did you do that fo- Hey! Cozart, I can't find the 2 button. And what are the other buttons for?" He yelled, rubbing the spot where Cozart had hit him.
"There is no 2 button, you dumbass. This is a different contraption from the Wii thing we were playing with a few minutes ago. Child genius my ass." Cozart said, snatching the DS out of Giotto's hands. "Here, let the pro show you how to play." He said, and Giotto pouted.
"NO! I WANT TO PLAYYY!" The blonde whined, and Cozart mentally face palmed. He grabbed the blanket on the bed and threw it on top of Giotto, successfully muffling his friend's voice. Cozart smiled to himself. Now he had the DS all to himself.
That was, until G took it from him.
"Wait wha?" Cozart frantically made a grab for it, but G easily evaded it. Putting his foot on top of Giotto's shape under the blanket, which still, by the way, was whining, he took out a pen from the side of the contraption.
"….Whoa. W-W-Where did you get that pen?" Cozart exclaimed, scooting closer to G's body. G, feeling that is personal bubble was being invaded, pushed Cozart away from him, earning a growl from said red-head.
"I read the instruction booklet dumbass. Don't tell me you guys didn't read that first before playing the game?" G asked, already knowing the answer to the question. But Giotto answered it anyway, popping his blonde head out of the blanket, and shaking his head, smiling like a doofus. Cozart covered Giotto up with the blanket again, ignoring the sounds of protest from the blonde.
"We don't need your annoying presence here Giotto. Might as well suffocate or something." Cozart said, earning a kick in the leg from Giotto under the blanket. Cozart punched him right back, and pretty soon, the two were rolling around on the bed and fighting.
G growled. He was currently trying to figure out how to get the stupid Turtwag or whatever to kill the….Bidoof thing. But the stupid turtle was too weak, and the Bidoof was dodging and everything.
"Fucking Turtwag or whatever, kill him!" G shouted, throwing the DS on the ground bad temperedly. They were never going to get back to Italy at this rate! His friends weren't much help either.
"Damn it Giotto! Stop punching me and what not!"
"No! Not unless you let me out of this freaking blanket!"
"I'm not going to let you out until you st-Ow! Hey, that was my head you just kicked you bastard!"
"Screw that, let me out of here!
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"Hurry it up I'm suffocating!"
"Finally. I was starting to think you were immortal or something."
"COZART! LET! ME! OU-OW! WHO KICKED ME?"
G was fed up with the two, and had kicked both of them. Pretty hard. He pulled the covers off of Giotto and threw them out the window [A/N: remember the window Tsuna jumped out? 8D].
"Goddamn it you two realize that fighting is not going to get us back to Italy? Help me kill this Bidoof thing already, and let's move on with the fucking game!" G muttered, shooting a glare at both Giotto and Cozart.
Giotto stuck his tongue out at Cozart childishly, and evaded the slap Cozart had aimed at him.
"Sooo. Let me see this Bidoof thing." Giotto said, grabbing the DS. He nodded at the screen, and rubbed his chin.
"Hmmmm. This will be extremely hard to defeat G. I am not surprised that you could not beat it. You see, the only way you can defeat this guy is that we have to have…."
G and Cozart watched Giotto, and a dramatic silence fell upon the three friends.
"…PIPLUP!" Giotto shouted, pointing the stylus dramatically at the ceiling, and both G and Cozart fell off the bed out of mere shock. Here they were, preparing for some dramatic discovery that would eventually lead them to victory, and Giotto answers with the worst solution ever.
Then again, this was Giotto they were talking about, so it wasn't really a surprise when he didn't come up with a smart decision.
G clambered back up the bed, and glared at Giotto.
"You dumbass! Piplup isn't going to help us defeat Bidoof at the moment! Get over it already, we chose Turtwag-"
"You mean Turtwig." Cozart corrected, and a vein popped on G's face.
"Ya, Turtwig. Whatever. We already chose Turtwig Giotto, so deal with it. We are not going to start the game all over just so we can choose a Piplup." G explained, trying to get his friend to see that Piplup was not the problem here.
"Ya Giotto. G is right. The reason we are not winning is because we didn't choose the right starter Pokémon." Cozart emphasized on the last part, and G bashed his head against the bed post.
"You two are retarded! I never said anything like that Cozart! I said that we just needed to deal with the fact that we have a Turtwig, not that we didn't choose the right starter Pokémon! Gah!" G scratched his red head in frustration, and Cozart and Giotto glared at each other, shooting sparks at each other.
"Okay fine. Although I will still hate Cozart for not getting a Piplup, I will deal with this turtle. But next time, we will choose Piplup." Giotto declared, and G bashed his head on the bed post once again. Poor bed post.
"You idiot! When will there ever be a next time? Once we finish this game, we will be heading back to Italy, and there will be no Pokémon, no Mario Kart, no Wii, and no Ds. You're hopele-"
"HIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE! Y-Y-YOU GUYS ARE STILL H-H-HERE!"
The three friends turned around to the source of the intrusion, and they all greeted the small brunette standing at the door.
"….YOU'RE THE FUCKING GREAT GRANDSON OF GIOTTO?"
"Ummm…sorry about that window."
"I WANTED A PIPLUP HELP ME!"
The poor boy eyes widened at his greetings, and he fainted on the spot.
G glared at Giotto.
"Look what you did. You scared him with your loud annoying voice. And didn't I tell you to deal with Turtwig?" G said, looking over at the boy on the ground. He sighed in frustration. Great, now they have an unconscious boy on their hands to take care of.
"…so now what?" Cozart asked, breaking the silence.
"WE GET THE FREAKING PIPLUP!"
"WE ARE NOT GOING TO PLAY THIS GAME ANYMORE IF YOU KEEP ON COMPLAINING ABOUT PIPLUP!"
"I want to get out of here…"G muttered.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter~ ;D I'll update on my other stories soon too.
What do you think? Should I keep Tsuna in the story, or somehow kick him out in the next chapter? 8'D Tell me what you guys think I should do.
The next chapter will still be about Pokemon. If you aren't a big fan of Pokemon, don't worry, the chapter after that will most likely be a different game. ;D
Until then, ciao ciao~ c:
