Hello everyone,
Long time no see. Holidays are getting closer, so family is starting to reach out more. Been spending days with my mom and dad more often. So that is why I missed a post. Don't expect me to start missing days, but don't be terribly surprised either. I have found that this is normal for my writing. I will always get more done in the spring and summer.
Anyway, on to the chapter.
I actually think everyone will appreciate this opening scene, if the reviews from the last chapter are to be believed.
Reminder of pokemon and names:
Hashirama aka Hashi - Hariyama.
Minato - Hypno.
Madara - Arcanine.
Shika - Absol.
Asuma - Ursaring.
Tobirama aka Tobi - Gyarados.
Sakura - Drakloak.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
"We want you to infiltrate Team Rocket."
I actually laughed out loud. And there was no pause. I genuinely thought it was a joke. Lorelei didn't even flinch. She just continued to weather my obnoxious laugh.
Eventually I realized that she was not joking. "You can't be serious." I said incredulously.
She smirked slightly. "We are dead serious." She answered.
"What are you two smoking?" I asked, way too disrespectfully.
"Watch your mouth kid." Surge grumbled, but otherwise ignored my outburst. I continued, even though I probably shouldn't have.
"They just tortured and killed one of my friends. I have zero doubt in my mind that they now have records of every inch of my body, how I talk, how I flirt, how I fuck. They know that I would do everything in my power to destroy their organization." I continued.
I was getting angry. Once again, neither of them flinched at my small outburst.
"After everything I have gone through for, and because of, the league…" I whispered. I had hoped that becoming an Ace Trainer would protect me from their machinations. Instead, I think I walked right into the dragons den. "You'll never stop coming after me, will you..?" I asked.
I knew they both heard me. They were staring intently at me.
"The league does not 'come after' you, Brawly." Lorelei said, matter of factly. "There are some of us that recognize the truly outstanding trainers. An even smaller amount have the balls to put you through the fire, so that we may forge you into what you deserve to become. You think that a fourteen year old Samuel Oak was coddled on his way through the league?"
"No, he was a target, and they were even crueler than you can imagine. Not a single pokemon from his original team is still alive." Lorelei continued, but her voice started gaining an edge. "Lance was pushed by his own people years before he even thought about challenging gyms. And then Agatha had her way with him."
"This world is not kind to us, in fact it is the opposite! We dominate the world, and the cruel nature of pokemon, or we die. It is simple. The policies in place have been the key to repopulating this world. You wouldn't know that, because you're too Arceus damned focused on your own pity party."
Lorelei looked away from me then, and by some unspoken signal Surge took over for her.
"It's time to man up, boy. I've got a trainer right outside that door that has a better chance with this mission than you." Surge said, leaning over his table and pointing at the door behind me. "But he would get eaten alive inside. You're the only one I know that can do what needs to be done without it warping you into something terrible."
I already knew my answer. They were stupid to ask me, of all people. I stood up, abruptly. "Fuck you. I'm done getting bent over the table by the league." I said, done with the bullshit.
I turned around and moved to the door.
"Come in." Surge's voice yelled. It was a smug voice, as if he was expecting this outcome. I didn't give a fuck.
I was about to shove past the figure at the door, when I recognized his sandy blonde hair and the arrogant look on his face.
I couldn't help it, but my hand landed on his chest. I realized what was happening. I was set up this entire time. They knew I would accept, because this was waiting right outside the door, as their trump card.
Gary Oak looked me in my eyes, and then looked down at the hand on my chest.
I couldn't see, or even hear anything from the two league representatives behind me. But I could feel their minds become smug. They were so delighted with themselves. They had me, hook, line, and sinker.
There was no fucking way I would allow Oak's grandson to walk into the hands of Team Rocket.
I shoved Gary back out of the door. "Wait outside." I said, a little more cruel than I should have. I reached around and slammed the door shut.
When I turned around, my drakloak was outside of my shadow, and looking at the two of them with the same look that was on my face. They wanted the dark side of me, well they would fucking get it. They wanted the man that slumbered inside, he was here.
Sakura was my constant companion. Always in my shadow, always watching. She knew not to reveal herself, unless absolutely necessary. She was what lingered after the light fled me. And she was fucking pissed, just like myself.
Surge and Lorelei's eyes were on the rare pseudo-legendary. I had kept her hidden very well, and very rarely showed her to anyone. But this was a threat, from me, to them. Plain and simple.
Surge reached down and grabbed a file somewhere under his desk. He plopped it down without warning.
"Here's your orders." He said. They didn't even need me to say it to know that I had agreed to do what they wanted.
I grabbed the file on the table, but just couldn't leave without getting another word in. I just couldn't do it.
I turned to Lorelei. "When this is over, and I challenge you on my way to the top. I'll kill two of your pokemon for the world to see. I would recommend retiring before then. And you!" I said pointing at Surge. "Better hope I don't deem this gym worthy enough for my seventh and eighth badge."
I turned away and walked out.
I teleported in the back lawn of Professor Oak's house. Gary was in my left hand, and I shoved him hard enough to send him to the ground.
"Did you fucking volunteer?!" I raged at the boy.
Gary leapt to his feet, just as mad as I was. "Of course I did!" He said and dropped into a fighting stance. "I can handle it."
Is that so?!
Left foot, awkwardly placed. Step forward, feint a punch, kick it out from underneath him.
Gary fell to the ground again, and I was on top of him. One fist to the jaw, not too hard because I was trying to embarrass him, not knock him out. Elbow to the forehead to daze him, get behind him in a rear naked choke.
"Cut off blood flow to the brain for too long, and you're fucking dead!" I said letting go of the boy and shoving him around on the ground.
Gary didn't leap to his feet this time. Instead, he laid on his knees and elbows choking from the punishment I just put him through for about thirty seconds. He was not fucking ready.
I stood up, only to see Professor Oak, five feet away from me, staring at me and not his grandson on the ground.
"What did he do?" Professor Oak asked. He was not using his champion voice, but rather a solemn voice. He trusted me enough, to know that I wouldn't do this without warning.
"I don't want to lie to you, Professor." I told him seriously. "So don't ask me ...please."
Professor looked all around my face, and then down at my body. My entire body was tense, and he could tell.
"They've done it again, haven't they?"
I walked away.
"In this world, and the next."
The girl behind the counter nodded to me. "Whatever you say mister." She said. I walked off to the door I knew would take me to my destination and ignored her.
Just like last time, the door opened before I could reach it, and closed without me having to touch it. I walked down the stairs and into the bar as if it was my home. I spotted the exact same seat as last time, and walked towards it.
A hand reached out and grabbed my arm. I turned to see a massive man, who couldn't have been anything other than steel adapted. He was covered in scars, and wore a dark blue bandana on his head.
"You're not welcome here." He managed to get out of his rough throat. Of course, it was because I was once again wearing my Ace Trainer gear.
"Let me go before I cut your fucking arm off." I told him, dead serious. I was channeling all the hate I had for the league for this mission. The best part about what I was about to do, was that it was hardly even acting.
The big man squeezed my arm slightly. He could feel the muscle underneath. I was not some soft Ace Trainer coming to bust anybody up. I was the real deal.
The man let me go, but didn't take his eyes off of me.
When I got to the bar, there was a shot of whiskey waiting on me. I had only been here one time, and the bartender recognized me. That was a sign of top of the line bartending. I wondered who owned the place for a moment. Was it Sarah?
I down the shot of whiskey before I sat down on the bar stool. When I did, I slumped into it, trying to convey how tired I was.
"Another?" The bartender asked.
"No. Double shot of whiskey, and water. Let me sip on it or else you'll have to drag me out of here." I told him. It was the only excuse I could come up with not to get absolutely plastered on my mission to infiltrate Team Rocket.
"Smart man." The bartender said, as his hands skillfully prepared the drink I asked for.
I nodded to him, and just sat there waiting. Someone would approach me soon. The underground just couldn't help but dig up information on an Ace Trainer, and a prominent challenger of the Indigo Plateau. Their curiosity would get the better of them.
It took ten minutes for that to happen. The entire time, I forced myself to star at the bar, almost unblinking.
"I've seen that look before."
I turned to the woman that decided to approach me first. She had short, hot pink hair. Everything else she wore was black. Even the tattoos that dotted her arms.
"What look is that?" I asked with a smile. She was pretty enough.
"The look of a broken man." She answered as the bartender set down a drink in front of her.
I snorted, a little too obnoxiously. "Not completely broken, just yet." I told her quickly. Don't oversell it you idiot.
She smiled. "Scorned lover?" She asked as she took a drink. Her eyes stayed on my face the entire time.
I scoffed, like a man that didn't care about women except for the pleasures they brought him. "No, no, nothing so simple." I answered her.
"Be careful with that one, friend." A man appeared on the other side of the woman. He looked like he was just coming to get another drink.
"Fuck off, Gerald." The girl told him without even looking at him.
"She bites." He said, grabbing a drink he didn't even have to order and walking away. This bartender was a beast, honestly.
The girl rolled her eyes and looked back to me. "Maybe I do bite." She said seductively. It was overly seductive, and I was not interested, truth be told.
"Not interested." I denied her quickly.
Her face morphed into an angry look. "Fuck you too then." She said. She turned abruptly, and walked away. She walked in the direction of the man who grabbed my arm.
All of a sudden, I realized why she was there. She would go to the big guy, complain that I called her a whore or something. He would come back, wanting a fight. And he would be justified.
That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was time to send a message.
"It's time for you to lea…"
I turned quickly, off of the bar seat and into a position I could send a strong uppercut. Except I didn't send it to his face. My left hand grabbed the wrist that was holding my shoulder, and my uppercut went to his forearm.
Maybe he wasn't steel adapted, because his arm snapped like a twig with my punch.
I sent a fist to his throat before he could start screaming and upset the peace that was this speakeasy.
The man went to cry out, but couldn't because he was trying to breathe properly. He folded like a lawn chair. I sat back down on my seat.
A bigger man, than the one that I had just embarrassed appeared out of nowhere, and hauled the broken guy off of the floor and through a door that I assumed was used to toss people out on the streets.
Nobody even looked at me after that. Nor did they react to the guy getting kicked out. I actually expected to be thrown out also. Apparently not.
"Well, you've been making friends."
I recognized that voice.
"Sarah." I said, turning to the woman.
"Will this do?" Sarah asked as we passed a very nice looking establishment.
It was a two story restaurant that had a doorman dressed like a butler. It screamed elitism. And I was starving.
"I think I'm underdressed." I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious about myself. That didn't happen often.
Sarah smirked at me. "Perhaps, but the food is worth it."
I continued to look at it, unsure. But I couldn't deny her. Something about Sarah made me want to do whatever she asked. In fact, I should still be at the speakeasy trying to infiltrate Team Rocket somehow, but I was out on the town with her.
"It goes without saying that the bill is on m…" Sarah began to say.
I held my hand up. "Keep it unsaid." I offered. "My manly pride can only take so much battering." I told her.
I was much like my father in that regard. He always preached to pay for the dates, if that was what you could call this. I was afraid that if I did try to pay for these types of meals, my funds would swiftly dissolve into nothing within a couple of weeks.
"Of course." Sarah said with a smirk, and moved up the stairs into the restaurant.
I followed close behind her, and thanked the man when he opened the door for us. I was right in my initial observation of this being a very expensive, and high class restaurant. From one look, you could tell that it was superbly built with the best materials. The wood was stained perfectly, and the tile work was exquisite.
"Reservation for two." Sarah said. She didn't even bother to glance at me. How did she already have a reservation for two? I've been with her for fifteen minutes, and she didn't make a single call.
"Of course, miss. Follow me." The hostess said, and began walking towards the stairs. She led us through the establishment, all the way to the balcony on the second floor. The entire way, we drew stares from the restaurant's inhabitants.
Truly, Sarah drew the stares, as she normally did. But I did see looks in my direction. Appreciating, from the women, and disdain from the men. Nothing out of the ordinary. Although the older people there did tend to notice my dress and look away.
Ace Trainers were respected, but that didn't mean they deserved to be at the top of the society. They were just better tools than normal trainers were, for these people.
Finally we reached the balcony, and there was a single table at a round spot on the balcony. It had a spectacular view of a lake populated with pokemon.
I couldn't help but see the shimmers of a rainbow tail in the waters. There was no way this restaurant had a fucking Milotic in it's lake as a side show.
As we walked to the table, a figure caught my eye. A figure I had hoped to stay away from in this life. Our eyes met briefly, before they slid to my companion. Sarah actually decided to meet eyes with this particular gentleman.
The man stood up, showcasing his perfectly tailored black suit. His hair was slicked back showcasing his widow's peak. He was surprisingly handsome.
"Sarah." The man greeted. "I wondered who took my table for the night." He joked.
"Giovanni." Sarah said with a slight dip of her head. "You own the place, you should have taken it."
He smiled at her. "You were particularly enthusiastic about it." Giovanni retorted, before his eyes roamed to me again. "Now I see why."
"I did hope to impress." Sarah said with a smirk as she glanced back at me.
I held out my hand to the Viridian City Gym Leader, Giovanni. I also couldn't help but associate him with being the head of Team Rocket, although I wasn't sure if that was accurate in this world.
"Brawly." I introduced myself.
Giovanni grabbed my hand, and shook it. I expected, and received nothing less than a perfect handshake. He introduced himself, even though he didn't have to.
"Giovanni. I admit, I was hoping you would challenge me for your sixth badge, Brawly." Giovanni said, showcasing that he knew who I was and kept up with me at least a little bit.
"You would have been my first choice, I promise. But Lance and I don't see eye to eye, and Clair was just too ...tempting." I told him. I couldn't help but throw in how Lance and I didn't get along. Maybe it would help my attempts in getting in good terms with Team Rocket.
"He knows how to play, doesn't he Sarah?" Giovanni said curiously, while looking at me.
"He is learning, of that, there is no doubt." Sarah answered looking back at me with an appreciative look.
Giovanni nodded. "Well I will let you two get to your date. Brawly, I hope you will consider me on your path to Lance."
"It is almost a guarantee." I told him. "It was nice meeting you."
Giovanni smiled, nodded, and turned away to get back to his dinner and the stunning blonde at his table. Sarah and I continued to our table.
"You have caught his eye." Sarah said as we sat down.
"I thought it was you, who caught his eye." I retorted. Sarah caught everyone's eye.
"I have known him for a long time, now." She said, shaking her head. "He would have let us continue to our seat, if you were someone less appealing."
I filed the information away in my mind, but did not press her on the subject. I didn't want to bring Sarah into my work. I didn't even want to think about my work, while I was with her.
"Do you own the speakeasy?" I asked quietly. Too quiet for anyone to hear. I wanted to change the subject.
Sarah tilted her head. "Why do you ask?"
"You always come save me from there." I told her. It was the truth, she always knew when I was there. That was why she continued to show up.
She shook her head. "No, I don't own it. But I do know the owner, and the workers, and the bouncers. They tell me when you arrive." Sarah answered truthfully.
Am I so important? Special? That she would have someone keep tabs on me. I'm not too ashamed to say that made me smile and melted my heart a little bit.
A small part of my mind reminded me not to get too comfortable with the woman. She was just as likely to grow bored with me, than continue our little fling. Don't get too attached, my mind told itself.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." I told her with a grin. I remember her saying those exact words when we first met. Or at least, something like those words.
I could get used to this.
Sarah's bed was ridiculously comfortable. It was literally perfect. Everything about her screamed luxury. And I can't say that wasn't attractive.
She was still mostly a mystery. I knew that she was a smart woman, and a strong trainer. But I didn't know what she did for work, if she did work. I knew she helped create the ultra ball, but did she still work? Did she help run Silph? All things I didn't know.
But I did know the shape of her body, and how it felt against mine. I knew that our bodies seemed to meld together. It felt right. It felt good. And that was good enough for me.
For now.
"I can hear you thinking over there." Sarah mumbled into her pillow.
I didn't even know she was awake.
"About you." I admitted. Why was I acting like a sixteen year old in love?
Was I a sixteen year old in love? No. I barely knew the woman.
But it felt right.
Sarah moaned. "Good things, I hope." She said. Every second she seemed to wake up. One thing I could confidently say, is that she was a morning person. When she woke up, she woke up.
"Yes. But I can't help but think I don't know you." The words tumbled out without thought. Immediately I regretted them. "Sorry, I overstepp.."
"No, no, Brawly. It is fine. You are right, you don't know me. Ask away." She said, interrupting me.
I shouldn't have continued. I probably should have just fucked her again. But I couldn't help it. "What do you do for work?" I asked. It was the first thing I could think of.
"I still work at Silph. Mostly, I run our operations in Kanto and Johto. Although I also help R&D." Sarah answered. It was a straightforward answer, and one I could live with.
"How do you do that and still train?" I wondered.
She moved through the bed and navigated the pillows separating us. Eventually she climbed on top of me, and put her sex right on top of mine.
Naturally, my body began to react. Sarah grinded herself against me, speeding the process up. She answered me, but my mind had already forgotten the question and focused on the only thing that mattered at that time.
"Maybe I'm just that good, huh?"
A/N: Boom!
The league is such a dick. Brawly is convinced that he'll never get into Team Rocket, I would like to tell everyone that.
He doesn't expect his mission to go anywhere. But he will try, for Gary's sake. And by that I mean, for Daisy and Professor Oak's sake. He isn't willing to let Gary be dragged into the league in the same way as he was.
Maybe he sees Gary and Red as a purer version of himself. That is a naive viewpoint of course, but still.
Anyway, what did we think? I tend to agree with everyone about the infiltrating Team Rocket stuff.
But we will see how the story explains itself.
Let's talk in the reviews!
