Ok, since BRILLIANT me deleted Part 4, I have to do this from my sketchy memory. Me, who cannot remember what I had for breakfast. Bagel, toast, cereal, or ice cream? Hn.
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Kasumi glared at "Mewthree" or whatever the hell his name was.
"What the hell does he want? Giovanni, I mean." Kasumi's angry tone was now clipped, and strained.
"Stuff."
"Don't act like Satoshi. It isn't becoming."
Mewthree, or for the time being, Satoshi, glared at her. Something in his now-cold eyes scared Kasumi.
"Come with me bitch."
"Is that your pet-name for me? How sweet, but I prefer onna," Kasumi purred, her stormy eyes flashing.
Satoshi stayed silent. Instead, in response, he grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Don't push me, Kasumi," he whispered harshly, and bit down on her ear. Then, he moved onto her mouth and he crushed his lips onto hers. It wasn't how Kasumi imagined their first kiss to be. It wasn't an act of affection, it was an act of possession.
Kasumi felt the tears in her eyes and willed them not to fall. They fell, going against her orders, betraying hers. She let more slide down her pale face. What did it matter now? He know had proof of how he hurt her.
Satoshi - no, Mewthree - she reminded herself, smirked.
"I've got things to do, Sumi-chan," Satoshi's sweet voice told her, as he tied a wrope around her wrists.
"Where the hell is Pikachu?" Kasumi interupted rudely.
Satoshi smiled sweetly. "In his Poké Ball."
"YOU BASTARD! HE'S CLAUSTROPHOBIC! YOU CRUEL BASTARD! ASSHOLE!" Kasumi screamed a string of insults at him while he just laughed. Then he backhanded her across the face, leaving a mark. The pain brought tears without any invitation whatsoever. The salty water only added more pain.
'Salt for your wounds,' thought Kasumi bitterly, and she laughed aloud.
Satoshi cast her a curious yet irritated glance.
'What the hell is she laughing about?' he thought to himself.
"I'm laughing about you, Mewthree, about you and when and how you will die, Mewthree," Kasumi laughed again. Inside the backpack, Togepi shivered silently.
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A girl with magenta hair -in a style that almost looked like Shampoo's hair (from Ranma)- stood in front of the full-length mirror and posed. She has beautiful lavendar eyes to match with her hair, lovely pale skin, long lashes, long legs, thin waist...damn she was hot. She also made several faces at the mirror.
"Now gimme a pout, Mina," she said in a fake French accent, and pouted.
Someone knocked on the wall. Mina, as they called her now, looked engrossed in her little model-show, and looked as if she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"Mina? If I may interrupt you," called a fairly short young lady with white-pink hair and cerulean eyes that sparkled with mischief and kindness. There was also a constant wisdom and serenity in those eyes, but they were buried deep.
"Oh! Mya!" Mina blushed furiously and straightened up.
"May I talk to you for a moment?" Mya asked mischievously. "If you can spare one, ma'am."
Mina gave Mya a deathglare.
"Of course you may," Mina said haughtily, and flushed. "Once I get some clothes on."
Mya nodded. Mina walked -more like sauntered- down to her closet, holding her towel around her tightly. Mina returned wearing a pair of white short-shorts (A/N: lol! I can't get over the short-shorts thing...[inside joke]), a practically transparent pale blue tube top, and black sandals. Mya raised an eyebrow at the tube-top.
"Hey, not everyone is content with your modest tanktop and shorts, Mya. You really should allow me to give you a makeo-"
Mya stopped her with a hand. "It's OK, Mina. I can deal with clothes later. Right now...we have an situation that needs to be taken care of."
"Go on."
"A superclone of Mewtwo is on the loose."
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Mina growled as she pulled back her newly cut shoulder length hair into a ponytail.
'Oh sure, Mew-I mean Mya- can always make it grow back, but it won't be the same!' she thought, a pretty pout crossing her features. She was now wearing denim capris and a MODEST -well, for Mina anyway- tank-top.
'Just as well,' Mina thought as she surveyed Raksha Island. 'My beautiful hair would get all messed up.'
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Ooh. Suspense. Wowies. ::yaaaaaaaaaawn:: ANYWAYS...till the next chapter...
*~Ryo
http://tarls.cjb.net
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Kasumi glared at "Mewthree" or whatever the hell his name was.
"What the hell does he want? Giovanni, I mean." Kasumi's angry tone was now clipped, and strained.
"Stuff."
"Don't act like Satoshi. It isn't becoming."
Mewthree, or for the time being, Satoshi, glared at her. Something in his now-cold eyes scared Kasumi.
"Come with me bitch."
"Is that your pet-name for me? How sweet, but I prefer onna," Kasumi purred, her stormy eyes flashing.
Satoshi stayed silent. Instead, in response, he grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Don't push me, Kasumi," he whispered harshly, and bit down on her ear. Then, he moved onto her mouth and he crushed his lips onto hers. It wasn't how Kasumi imagined their first kiss to be. It wasn't an act of affection, it was an act of possession.
Kasumi felt the tears in her eyes and willed them not to fall. They fell, going against her orders, betraying hers. She let more slide down her pale face. What did it matter now? He know had proof of how he hurt her.
Satoshi - no, Mewthree - she reminded herself, smirked.
"I've got things to do, Sumi-chan," Satoshi's sweet voice told her, as he tied a wrope around her wrists.
"Where the hell is Pikachu?" Kasumi interupted rudely.
Satoshi smiled sweetly. "In his Poké Ball."
"YOU BASTARD! HE'S CLAUSTROPHOBIC! YOU CRUEL BASTARD! ASSHOLE!" Kasumi screamed a string of insults at him while he just laughed. Then he backhanded her across the face, leaving a mark. The pain brought tears without any invitation whatsoever. The salty water only added more pain.
'Salt for your wounds,' thought Kasumi bitterly, and she laughed aloud.
Satoshi cast her a curious yet irritated glance.
'What the hell is she laughing about?' he thought to himself.
"I'm laughing about you, Mewthree, about you and when and how you will die, Mewthree," Kasumi laughed again. Inside the backpack, Togepi shivered silently.
--
A girl with magenta hair -in a style that almost looked like Shampoo's hair (from Ranma)- stood in front of the full-length mirror and posed. She has beautiful lavendar eyes to match with her hair, lovely pale skin, long lashes, long legs, thin waist...damn she was hot. She also made several faces at the mirror.
"Now gimme a pout, Mina," she said in a fake French accent, and pouted.
Someone knocked on the wall. Mina, as they called her now, looked engrossed in her little model-show, and looked as if she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"Mina? If I may interrupt you," called a fairly short young lady with white-pink hair and cerulean eyes that sparkled with mischief and kindness. There was also a constant wisdom and serenity in those eyes, but they were buried deep.
"Oh! Mya!" Mina blushed furiously and straightened up.
"May I talk to you for a moment?" Mya asked mischievously. "If you can spare one, ma'am."
Mina gave Mya a deathglare.
"Of course you may," Mina said haughtily, and flushed. "Once I get some clothes on."
Mya nodded. Mina walked -more like sauntered- down to her closet, holding her towel around her tightly. Mina returned wearing a pair of white short-shorts (A/N: lol! I can't get over the short-shorts thing...[inside joke]), a practically transparent pale blue tube top, and black sandals. Mya raised an eyebrow at the tube-top.
"Hey, not everyone is content with your modest tanktop and shorts, Mya. You really should allow me to give you a makeo-"
Mya stopped her with a hand. "It's OK, Mina. I can deal with clothes later. Right now...we have an situation that needs to be taken care of."
"Go on."
"A superclone of Mewtwo is on the loose."
--
Mina growled as she pulled back her newly cut shoulder length hair into a ponytail.
'Oh sure, Mew-I mean Mya- can always make it grow back, but it won't be the same!' she thought, a pretty pout crossing her features. She was now wearing denim capris and a MODEST -well, for Mina anyway- tank-top.
'Just as well,' Mina thought as she surveyed Raksha Island. 'My beautiful hair would get all messed up.'
--
Ooh. Suspense. Wowies. ::yaaaaaaaaaawn:: ANYWAYS...till the next chapter...
*~Ryo
http://tarls.cjb.net