Here's part 3, and if you don't like dark stuff, don't read it, but it *is* a *little* funny in some parts, but I want you to read it anyway just don't flame me cuz that's not nice lol. Just don't be upset because it's not a funny fic like parts 1 & 2. . . and I warned you that from the start lol. I dunno how this part got so dark; it just kinda wrote itself...
Disclaimer: I own Pokemon. *is shot* Ouch, damn that hurt, okay sorry it belongs to Satoshi Tajiri and TV Tokyo. *is shot by WB and 4Kids Entertainment* There's no way I'm giving you credits to that show; shoot all you want.
Once again, don't flame me pleez ^^() I think I've gone a little hypocritical with the title in this part, but I just realized that as I'm writing this little thing here now, and I'm too lazy to go and change anything plus I like it the way it is. And if ya don't like it. . .
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Lovers & Losers, Unite! Part 3
~~~
Meowth was at a loss for words. "I. . .but. . .I just. . ."
Then he remembered the yen James had "given" him. "Yay! I'm rich! I have MO-NEY! Meowsie will take me back and will love me and YAY!" Meowth darted off east to Hollywood. But it wasn't too long before he came across the egg.
"Togepi. Oh, I miss ya so much. Hey. . .what's it doin'?"
~~~~
"I want you to get out there right now and apologize to Jessie! That was totally uncalled for!" Brock berated Pikachu on it's behavior as he shook the poor mouse senseless.
Pikachu was in too much of a state of shock to fight back. For once in it's life, Pikachu was really scared. Saving Ash from those Spearow was nothing; he couldn't have really cared less at the time what happened. "Piiiiiiiiiiikaaaaa," it moaned out at Brock.
Finally Brock got the clue and sat Pikachu down. "Um, hehe, sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his head and tried to smile, all while backing away out of the room.
"Pi, pika pichu!" [Oh, I don't think so!] Pikachu recovered quickly from it's abuse and took up a fighting stance.
Brock knew he couldn't win. Hell, the writers had let his Onix loose against this thing for some reason that no one can apparently explain. There was no way out. "Well, if things are going to get nasty, which I see in the future, can we just be friends?"
"Pikaaa. . ." [Well. . .]
"Well?"
"No."
Brock gasped. "*GASP* You can talk?"
Pikachu nodded. "Yep! Meowth taught me before I even ever met Ash. Cool, huh?"
Brock was at a loss. "B-b-but why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I dunno. I didn't feel like it."
"Owww you've got to be kidding me!" Brock moaned. Then he stopped and repeated, "Are you sure you don't want to be friends? After all, I *do* make all your food."
This sparked Pikachu's memory and he leapt up onto Brock's shoulder. "Oh yeah! Yay! Food! Brock 'ole buddy 'ole pal, let's have lunch!"
Brock nodded and smiled. "Alright! Let's go! So Pikachu, are you a girl or a boy?"
"You are sooo pushing it. . ."
"Hey, it was just a question!"
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" The electric rodent suddenly got very angry, and leapt down to face Brock, cheeks throwing tiny sparks out left and right. "Pikuuuuaaaaaaaahhhh. . ."
"NO DON'T!"
~~~
"OH MY GOD James what the hell happened to you?!" Jessie screamed out - though into the water - when she saw her partner's torso trapped between a large slab of rock and the sandy bottom of the pond. It was he who had pulled her hair to get her attention, but James's grip had gone limp and he didn't appear to be breathing.
Jessie tried moving the slab from over James, but it was too heavy. She tried to pull James out from under it, but he was trapped too tightly. She dug the sand out from under him in an attempt to make a space he could slide out of, but it was no use. The water flowed in where she had taken the sand out from, bringing more in with it. James's head was just a foot below the surface, but he was stuck well enough that Jessie couldn't move his head up for him to get some air.
"Oooh my god what do I do?!" She lifted James's chin up with one hand and slapped him several times with the other in a bad attempt to wake him up. "You idiot don't you dare drown!" she screamed into his seemingly lifeless face. "Please don't. . ."
~~~
Time stood still. Literally. Everything . . . stopped. No one, nothing, could move, speak, or breath (if they were able to before, that is). But that fact didn't matter, because the world was at a standstill and no harm could come from lack of air.
The ability to think, however, was still very much intact.
~~~
Even if Meowth could move, he pysically would not have been able to do anything but stare. "Why? Why is it doin' dis? Did Misty really abuse it *that* much?"
~~~
Ash was horrified. "It can't be. It's only a baby."
Misty knew, and she pouted inwardly. "They lauged at me. They lauged at me when I said eggs are evil. But no one's going to be laughing after this."
~~~
Brock lay paralyzed on the ground, and Pikachu was frozen in a position leaning over the windowsill looking out the window. It had heard some kind of screech and wanted to know what was going on.
Pikachu shouldn't have looked.
~~~
James had never been more scared in his entire life. What was going on? He didn't know. Who was pulling on his arms? He didn't know. He couldn't see. Why couldn't he breathe? He felt water around his face, but barely. His lungs felt empty and his head felt like it had the gravity of a Jovian. Everything was spinning around him, collapsing upon itself. The only knowledge James felt he could was certain of came from a sick feeling in his stomach, saying that whoever the hell was pulling on his arms had better start pulling harder.
~~~
Jessie's arms were ready to pop out of their sockets and her mind was ready to split. She wasn't going to let him die. Looking back at the past day, Jessie found that it was her fault what had happened. Everything. James was trapped unconscious under this rock because of her, and she felt like if she let him die she would be a murderer. "I am not a murderer. He is not going to die, because I am not going to *let* him die," she sniffed, brought in some pond water with it, and coughed for a moment before completing her vow - "I. . .will. . . *not*"
~~~
Time is unfrozen.
Two creatures look down upon them all - one of them ponders, while the other pouts.
"Well, are you happy now?" One of the Pokemon in the pair whined to the other. "You've had your fun, now can we go?"
A flash of green swished by the youngster, who's Barrier deflected the incoming razor-shap leaf. "Shush! It is not fun. Stopping time is no fun and you know it."
"Then why would you go and do it?"
"Because they need to reflect," said the elder, and another leaf came zooming towards the youngster, who's guard was down; the strike hit home to the creature's cheek. "And apparently, so do you," she laughed.
~~~
The explosion rattled the earth to it's core. Strong tremors could be felt as far away as Mexico, and all of Asia was shaken thourougly; never before had a Pokemon caused such a catastrophe. Any birds that could take flight from the island nation did so immediately; all other Pokemon swam on the backs of ones that could if they could not themselves. They sensed something - or someone - was coming, someone like Jirarudan, who would destroy them all.
But there was no threat. There had been, but it was over.
For the rest of them, that is.
~~~
Brock was the first to wake up, which was ironic enough considering he was the first one to become in some way incapable of moving at all. The house had been shaken to the ground and he lay under a pile of wood that previously served as roofing beams. He looked over at Pikachu, who was in a similar situation, but. . .
Pikachu had been looking out the window, and it now lay with not only wood covering it's body but broken shards of glass and splinters from the window's frame. A large 2 by 4 had fallen and knocked it unconsious, the glass had then spread cuts from it's head to it's tail, and a small puddle of the rodent's blood had collected on the floor.
Brock could not believe his eyes. If he had any, he would've cried, but instead he got slowly pushed the wood off of him and brushed away the sawdust, rubbed his throbbing shoulder, picked up the falled Pikachu, and went to find somewhere to bury it. He knew if Ash was still alive, he wouldn't mind.
~~~
Meowth tugged at one of his whiskers to make sure he was really still alive.
"Me-yowch!" cried the cat. Yep; he was alive.
Not that he'd be much worse off dead.
All around Meowth, trees had fallen, smashing houses, damming rivers, destroying paths and cars, and blocking roads. Bird's nests scattered the forest floor, and there were so many broken eggs that Meowth's paws made a sickening crunch nearly every other step he took.
"Dis is disgusting. . ." the words seemed to take foreer to creep out of his mouth. But Meowth thought more than that. He was horrified beyond belief, but decided to just keep walking. Back to the Boss. Yep, that's where he would go. Back to the Boss, who's Persian would hopefully be dead and if not he would kill it himself. "I gotta be da top cat again, I just gotta be. . .gotta be the best. . . gotta be da best. . ." he began to cry.
~~~
Misty was right. No one was laughing. No one was making a sound, at least not within hearing range. The redhead lay sprawled back against a tree in a state of semi-consciousness, fully aware that Togepi was gone. It had revolted. They all would, eventually, and she knew it. Pikachu had gone first, then Togepi had begun to act strange, and the eggs could always tell. Always the egg. What came first, the chicken or the egg? It was the egg. The egg materialized and became the chicken. In doing so it gained all knowledge. At least. . .that's what Misty's theory was.
What to do now, then, that the world was gone? Not that it really was; Misty interpretted it that way, however. Ash was still alive, but there was no way she would continue on with him, nor would he want her to. Pikachu was dead, and she knew it. She could almost smell the air of death that hovers around a creature when it finally stops being.
If Ash's head wasn't pounding like the explosion that had just ended, he would have killed himself. If Misty could smell Pikachu's death, there's no way Ash couldn't. Ash's face was already shining wet with tears when he realized it had begun to rain.
The two young trainers turned their heads slightly, painfully, so their eyes met. Both their expressions were blank. Misty showed a false concern, and Ash nodded.
And so it would be assumed by both that Brock had taken care of it. The stench was putrid, but not that of an unrested soul.
~~~
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
Mantras are good for fighting off guilt.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
But usually, all they are are lies.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
As was the case here.
Jessie had been able to pull James out from under the rock.
So there's a happy ending here, right?
Nope.
You didn't expect such things did you?
Well here's something.
Jessie wasn't thinking.
That's the kind of thing love does to you.
You don't think. And you don't think you need to.
But you do.
When she had freed James, Jessie leapt up to take a breath of air. She then knelt next to him, and saw he was as still as the logs that had fallen around the pond in the blast. None had hit the pond, thankfully, but James's face was as blue as his hair and he wasn't moving a bit. After several attempts at CPR, he was finally revived.
James held his hands around his sides, turned and coughed up the water that had collected in his lungs. Jessie smoothed the sopping hair out of his face and patted his back to help.
After a couple of minutes the water seemed totally out of James's lungs, and he lay back on the ground, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
But he was alive, right? Yep; it sure seemed so. So what was the problem? Where was the danger?
When James had caught up with himself, he opened his eyes for a spilt second, saw Jessie's concerned expression, turned on his side and went to sleep.
Things catch up with you. . .
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
. . .if you're not too careful.
Upon realizing that James probably wouldn't want to talk to her when he woke up, or any time soon for that matter, Jessie stood up and walked towards town to survey the damage. Or at least, to find somewhere to sleep for the night.
She'd nearly killed James - more times than this - and it had caught up to both of them now.
And it *was* her fault. She knew it, too, but wouldn't admit it.
This is Jessie's main flaw - she lies to herself. It's the most unhealthy thing a person can do. If you can't tell the truth to your own self, you won't be able to tell it to anyone. You'll never improve upon anything, since you keep telling yourself there's nothign to fix. Jessie has, as you can probably tell, a lot of major personailty flaws. She snaps at anything and will refuse apology. She takes all favors done to her for granted, and it's only when she just faced a very degrading experience will she accept any sympathy at all - yet she begs for it constantly in false acts of pain and suffering. She expects all and when she recieves none, or less than what she wants, she throws a fit and takes it out on either Meowth, or more usually, James - poor James, who roughs it out day after day after day for years and years, who never really gets credit for anything yet does a hell of a lot more work than his partner. She tells herself she deserves more than what she has - a lowly, sickening life as a Pokemon theif, paired up with a wealthy, idiotic pretty-boy and a freak Meowth. In the trio, she told herself she was the strong, the wise, the decision maker and the basic manager of the team.
But really, she was just the dirt-poor slut that was so emotionally withdrawn when she was a child that she can't even express her own feelings. And she really did have them - but she knew that James thought otherwise. Hell, she had *meant* for him to think otherwise, for whatever goddamned reason she had at the time.
Every group had one. She was theirs.
Jessie left to find a place to stay.
~~~
At least she left him alone. He wouldn't have been able to take it if she hadn't. After all she'd put him through, James was ready to give up and die if Jessie didn't just leave him alone for once. He'd never experienced love in his life - his parents didn't love him, his fiancee sure didn't love him; all he had was Growly, and it was a freaking Pokemon. All the kids at school called him a girly-boy, and he had no friends.
Jessie was the only actual human being who he thought cared about him. He didn't expect her to love him, simply because no one else ever had. But James was an optimist by nature, and he had slowly raised his hopes. He shouldn't have, because time and time again his heart was broken by the things Jessie said to him. Then, there are the looks she gives him when they're scared, or when she seemed like she might actually be worried about him - but all those looks all forced. After a while, it just. . .gets to you.
James knew it wasn't his fate to stay in Team Rocket forever. What he did know was that it *was* his fate to be alone for the rest of his life. The combination of early resentment towards him plus the later disappointments, he felt that even if some day he did meet a girl that was willing to be with him, he'd be too depressed to even want to think about a relationship. He was too afraid of rejection now that he had lost the closest thing to love that he'd ever had.
But it wasn't even that.
Who knows what it really was.
But whatever they had had, James was certain it had never been real.
James cried himself to sleep on the forest floor, trying to think of how to make life better. An idea popped into his head, and even though it should've scared the hell out of him, it didn't. It's not like he never thought about it before.
~~~
Misty went home. So did Ash. Both went back to school and tried to lead normal lives.
Brock returned to his father to manage the gym again and to help out with his family.
All three never saw each other again.
~~~
Meowth went back to being an ornament on Giovanni's armrest for the remainder of his life.
Jessie was raped in an alley behind the Celadon City bar and died before morning.
James drowned himself in the pond.
Disclaimer: I own Pokemon. *is shot* Ouch, damn that hurt, okay sorry it belongs to Satoshi Tajiri and TV Tokyo. *is shot by WB and 4Kids Entertainment* There's no way I'm giving you credits to that show; shoot all you want.
Once again, don't flame me pleez ^^() I think I've gone a little hypocritical with the title in this part, but I just realized that as I'm writing this little thing here now, and I'm too lazy to go and change anything plus I like it the way it is. And if ya don't like it. . .
~~~
Lovers & Losers, Unite! Part 3
~~~
Meowth was at a loss for words. "I. . .but. . .I just. . ."
Then he remembered the yen James had "given" him. "Yay! I'm rich! I have MO-NEY! Meowsie will take me back and will love me and YAY!" Meowth darted off east to Hollywood. But it wasn't too long before he came across the egg.
"Togepi. Oh, I miss ya so much. Hey. . .what's it doin'?"
~~~~
"I want you to get out there right now and apologize to Jessie! That was totally uncalled for!" Brock berated Pikachu on it's behavior as he shook the poor mouse senseless.
Pikachu was in too much of a state of shock to fight back. For once in it's life, Pikachu was really scared. Saving Ash from those Spearow was nothing; he couldn't have really cared less at the time what happened. "Piiiiiiiiiiikaaaaa," it moaned out at Brock.
Finally Brock got the clue and sat Pikachu down. "Um, hehe, sorry about that," he rubbed the back of his head and tried to smile, all while backing away out of the room.
"Pi, pika pichu!" [Oh, I don't think so!] Pikachu recovered quickly from it's abuse and took up a fighting stance.
Brock knew he couldn't win. Hell, the writers had let his Onix loose against this thing for some reason that no one can apparently explain. There was no way out. "Well, if things are going to get nasty, which I see in the future, can we just be friends?"
"Pikaaa. . ." [Well. . .]
"Well?"
"No."
Brock gasped. "*GASP* You can talk?"
Pikachu nodded. "Yep! Meowth taught me before I even ever met Ash. Cool, huh?"
Brock was at a loss. "B-b-but why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I dunno. I didn't feel like it."
"Owww you've got to be kidding me!" Brock moaned. Then he stopped and repeated, "Are you sure you don't want to be friends? After all, I *do* make all your food."
This sparked Pikachu's memory and he leapt up onto Brock's shoulder. "Oh yeah! Yay! Food! Brock 'ole buddy 'ole pal, let's have lunch!"
Brock nodded and smiled. "Alright! Let's go! So Pikachu, are you a girl or a boy?"
"You are sooo pushing it. . ."
"Hey, it was just a question!"
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!" The electric rodent suddenly got very angry, and leapt down to face Brock, cheeks throwing tiny sparks out left and right. "Pikuuuuaaaaaaaahhhh. . ."
"NO DON'T!"
~~~
"OH MY GOD James what the hell happened to you?!" Jessie screamed out - though into the water - when she saw her partner's torso trapped between a large slab of rock and the sandy bottom of the pond. It was he who had pulled her hair to get her attention, but James's grip had gone limp and he didn't appear to be breathing.
Jessie tried moving the slab from over James, but it was too heavy. She tried to pull James out from under it, but he was trapped too tightly. She dug the sand out from under him in an attempt to make a space he could slide out of, but it was no use. The water flowed in where she had taken the sand out from, bringing more in with it. James's head was just a foot below the surface, but he was stuck well enough that Jessie couldn't move his head up for him to get some air.
"Oooh my god what do I do?!" She lifted James's chin up with one hand and slapped him several times with the other in a bad attempt to wake him up. "You idiot don't you dare drown!" she screamed into his seemingly lifeless face. "Please don't. . ."
~~~
Time stood still. Literally. Everything . . . stopped. No one, nothing, could move, speak, or breath (if they were able to before, that is). But that fact didn't matter, because the world was at a standstill and no harm could come from lack of air.
The ability to think, however, was still very much intact.
~~~
Even if Meowth could move, he pysically would not have been able to do anything but stare. "Why? Why is it doin' dis? Did Misty really abuse it *that* much?"
~~~
Ash was horrified. "It can't be. It's only a baby."
Misty knew, and she pouted inwardly. "They lauged at me. They lauged at me when I said eggs are evil. But no one's going to be laughing after this."
~~~
Brock lay paralyzed on the ground, and Pikachu was frozen in a position leaning over the windowsill looking out the window. It had heard some kind of screech and wanted to know what was going on.
Pikachu shouldn't have looked.
~~~
James had never been more scared in his entire life. What was going on? He didn't know. Who was pulling on his arms? He didn't know. He couldn't see. Why couldn't he breathe? He felt water around his face, but barely. His lungs felt empty and his head felt like it had the gravity of a Jovian. Everything was spinning around him, collapsing upon itself. The only knowledge James felt he could was certain of came from a sick feeling in his stomach, saying that whoever the hell was pulling on his arms had better start pulling harder.
~~~
Jessie's arms were ready to pop out of their sockets and her mind was ready to split. She wasn't going to let him die. Looking back at the past day, Jessie found that it was her fault what had happened. Everything. James was trapped unconscious under this rock because of her, and she felt like if she let him die she would be a murderer. "I am not a murderer. He is not going to die, because I am not going to *let* him die," she sniffed, brought in some pond water with it, and coughed for a moment before completing her vow - "I. . .will. . . *not*"
~~~
Time is unfrozen.
Two creatures look down upon them all - one of them ponders, while the other pouts.
"Well, are you happy now?" One of the Pokemon in the pair whined to the other. "You've had your fun, now can we go?"
A flash of green swished by the youngster, who's Barrier deflected the incoming razor-shap leaf. "Shush! It is not fun. Stopping time is no fun and you know it."
"Then why would you go and do it?"
"Because they need to reflect," said the elder, and another leaf came zooming towards the youngster, who's guard was down; the strike hit home to the creature's cheek. "And apparently, so do you," she laughed.
~~~
The explosion rattled the earth to it's core. Strong tremors could be felt as far away as Mexico, and all of Asia was shaken thourougly; never before had a Pokemon caused such a catastrophe. Any birds that could take flight from the island nation did so immediately; all other Pokemon swam on the backs of ones that could if they could not themselves. They sensed something - or someone - was coming, someone like Jirarudan, who would destroy them all.
But there was no threat. There had been, but it was over.
For the rest of them, that is.
~~~
Brock was the first to wake up, which was ironic enough considering he was the first one to become in some way incapable of moving at all. The house had been shaken to the ground and he lay under a pile of wood that previously served as roofing beams. He looked over at Pikachu, who was in a similar situation, but. . .
Pikachu had been looking out the window, and it now lay with not only wood covering it's body but broken shards of glass and splinters from the window's frame. A large 2 by 4 had fallen and knocked it unconsious, the glass had then spread cuts from it's head to it's tail, and a small puddle of the rodent's blood had collected on the floor.
Brock could not believe his eyes. If he had any, he would've cried, but instead he got slowly pushed the wood off of him and brushed away the sawdust, rubbed his throbbing shoulder, picked up the falled Pikachu, and went to find somewhere to bury it. He knew if Ash was still alive, he wouldn't mind.
~~~
Meowth tugged at one of his whiskers to make sure he was really still alive.
"Me-yowch!" cried the cat. Yep; he was alive.
Not that he'd be much worse off dead.
All around Meowth, trees had fallen, smashing houses, damming rivers, destroying paths and cars, and blocking roads. Bird's nests scattered the forest floor, and there were so many broken eggs that Meowth's paws made a sickening crunch nearly every other step he took.
"Dis is disgusting. . ." the words seemed to take foreer to creep out of his mouth. But Meowth thought more than that. He was horrified beyond belief, but decided to just keep walking. Back to the Boss. Yep, that's where he would go. Back to the Boss, who's Persian would hopefully be dead and if not he would kill it himself. "I gotta be da top cat again, I just gotta be. . .gotta be the best. . . gotta be da best. . ." he began to cry.
~~~
Misty was right. No one was laughing. No one was making a sound, at least not within hearing range. The redhead lay sprawled back against a tree in a state of semi-consciousness, fully aware that Togepi was gone. It had revolted. They all would, eventually, and she knew it. Pikachu had gone first, then Togepi had begun to act strange, and the eggs could always tell. Always the egg. What came first, the chicken or the egg? It was the egg. The egg materialized and became the chicken. In doing so it gained all knowledge. At least. . .that's what Misty's theory was.
What to do now, then, that the world was gone? Not that it really was; Misty interpretted it that way, however. Ash was still alive, but there was no way she would continue on with him, nor would he want her to. Pikachu was dead, and she knew it. She could almost smell the air of death that hovers around a creature when it finally stops being.
If Ash's head wasn't pounding like the explosion that had just ended, he would have killed himself. If Misty could smell Pikachu's death, there's no way Ash couldn't. Ash's face was already shining wet with tears when he realized it had begun to rain.
The two young trainers turned their heads slightly, painfully, so their eyes met. Both their expressions were blank. Misty showed a false concern, and Ash nodded.
And so it would be assumed by both that Brock had taken care of it. The stench was putrid, but not that of an unrested soul.
~~~
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
Mantras are good for fighting off guilt.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
But usually, all they are are lies.
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
As was the case here.
Jessie had been able to pull James out from under the rock.
So there's a happy ending here, right?
Nope.
You didn't expect such things did you?
Well here's something.
Jessie wasn't thinking.
That's the kind of thing love does to you.
You don't think. And you don't think you need to.
But you do.
When she had freed James, Jessie leapt up to take a breath of air. She then knelt next to him, and saw he was as still as the logs that had fallen around the pond in the blast. None had hit the pond, thankfully, but James's face was as blue as his hair and he wasn't moving a bit. After several attempts at CPR, he was finally revived.
James held his hands around his sides, turned and coughed up the water that had collected in his lungs. Jessie smoothed the sopping hair out of his face and patted his back to help.
After a couple of minutes the water seemed totally out of James's lungs, and he lay back on the ground, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
But he was alive, right? Yep; it sure seemed so. So what was the problem? Where was the danger?
When James had caught up with himself, he opened his eyes for a spilt second, saw Jessie's concerned expression, turned on his side and went to sleep.
Things catch up with you. . .
It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault.
. . .if you're not too careful.
Upon realizing that James probably wouldn't want to talk to her when he woke up, or any time soon for that matter, Jessie stood up and walked towards town to survey the damage. Or at least, to find somewhere to sleep for the night.
She'd nearly killed James - more times than this - and it had caught up to both of them now.
And it *was* her fault. She knew it, too, but wouldn't admit it.
This is Jessie's main flaw - she lies to herself. It's the most unhealthy thing a person can do. If you can't tell the truth to your own self, you won't be able to tell it to anyone. You'll never improve upon anything, since you keep telling yourself there's nothign to fix. Jessie has, as you can probably tell, a lot of major personailty flaws. She snaps at anything and will refuse apology. She takes all favors done to her for granted, and it's only when she just faced a very degrading experience will she accept any sympathy at all - yet she begs for it constantly in false acts of pain and suffering. She expects all and when she recieves none, or less than what she wants, she throws a fit and takes it out on either Meowth, or more usually, James - poor James, who roughs it out day after day after day for years and years, who never really gets credit for anything yet does a hell of a lot more work than his partner. She tells herself she deserves more than what she has - a lowly, sickening life as a Pokemon theif, paired up with a wealthy, idiotic pretty-boy and a freak Meowth. In the trio, she told herself she was the strong, the wise, the decision maker and the basic manager of the team.
But really, she was just the dirt-poor slut that was so emotionally withdrawn when she was a child that she can't even express her own feelings. And she really did have them - but she knew that James thought otherwise. Hell, she had *meant* for him to think otherwise, for whatever goddamned reason she had at the time.
Every group had one. She was theirs.
Jessie left to find a place to stay.
~~~
At least she left him alone. He wouldn't have been able to take it if she hadn't. After all she'd put him through, James was ready to give up and die if Jessie didn't just leave him alone for once. He'd never experienced love in his life - his parents didn't love him, his fiancee sure didn't love him; all he had was Growly, and it was a freaking Pokemon. All the kids at school called him a girly-boy, and he had no friends.
Jessie was the only actual human being who he thought cared about him. He didn't expect her to love him, simply because no one else ever had. But James was an optimist by nature, and he had slowly raised his hopes. He shouldn't have, because time and time again his heart was broken by the things Jessie said to him. Then, there are the looks she gives him when they're scared, or when she seemed like she might actually be worried about him - but all those looks all forced. After a while, it just. . .gets to you.
James knew it wasn't his fate to stay in Team Rocket forever. What he did know was that it *was* his fate to be alone for the rest of his life. The combination of early resentment towards him plus the later disappointments, he felt that even if some day he did meet a girl that was willing to be with him, he'd be too depressed to even want to think about a relationship. He was too afraid of rejection now that he had lost the closest thing to love that he'd ever had.
But it wasn't even that.
Who knows what it really was.
But whatever they had had, James was certain it had never been real.
James cried himself to sleep on the forest floor, trying to think of how to make life better. An idea popped into his head, and even though it should've scared the hell out of him, it didn't. It's not like he never thought about it before.
~~~
Misty went home. So did Ash. Both went back to school and tried to lead normal lives.
Brock returned to his father to manage the gym again and to help out with his family.
All three never saw each other again.
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Meowth went back to being an ornament on Giovanni's armrest for the remainder of his life.
Jessie was raped in an alley behind the Celadon City bar and died before morning.
James drowned himself in the pond.