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Six days into their
journey and they were still thousands of miles away from the port city of
Najahl. The sun shined brightly with a few fluffy clouds as the
birds sang happily, enjoying the weather. Everything was calm and
peaceful They were totally unaware that they were being watched by
three idiots...
"Yep! That's
definately Ash's Pikachu!" Meowth announced, looking through a pair of
binoculars. The losing Team was hidden behind a huge thicket of
trees away from the path where they would not be seen by
passerbys.
"But, that's
impossible!" James whined, snatching the binoculars. "How would be
able to steal that Pikachu? He doesn't have any pokeballs to store
his pokemon. Apparently, that Pikachu's his only pokemon and Ash
would never give it up. He doesn't look like a Pokemon Trainer,
although he does look familar..."
"I'm telling you, that's
Ash's Pikachu!"
Jessie, who had finished
her fourth bottle of hair spray, looked through the binoculars. Her
jaw dropped to the ground, "Ohmygod, that's... that's...
that's..."
"Well, who is it
already!" James yelled. He tried to snatch back the binoculars, but
Jessie held on tightly; her eyes were full of surprise and
hope.
She spoke softly and
gently, "That's... Sage of Halo."
"Here," Jessie handed
the binoculars to James. "See that blond hair and how it so
naturally covers half of his face?"
"You're right.
It's Sage of Halo."
"So, who's Sage of
Halo?" Meowth asked, but the two humans were silent. James had a
very worried and thoughtful, yet depressed expression while Jessie had a
dreamy look on her face. It was obvious that they did not hear the
annoying pokemon, so Meowth used it's never failing technique and blood
appeared on James's forehead from where Meowth had scratched him.
However, unlike the other times, James did not come to what few senses he
had.
"OH, WE'RE ALL DOOMED!"
Tears welled up in his
eyes and he began weeping openly, "IT'S SAGE OF HALO!
HE'S GONNA KILL US IF WE MAKE AN ATTEMPT!"
"Oh, Sage," Jessie said
dreamily. She looked as though she was in a dream-like trance.
"Sage, my love..."
Meowth and James, no
longer crying, stared at her, incredulous and disgusted. Meowth felt
like puking and James actually did. It now seemed impossible to
force them to answer Meowth's question so the annoying pokemon actually
had to think.
Who is Sage of
Halo? The name sounds like an anime name... Well, duh, he
is an anime character, but
what anime? "Hey, I know!
Isn't Sage of Halo one of those Dynasty Warlords?"
Jessie's face instantly
contorted into a mixture of anger, outrage, and hatred, "HOW
DARE YOU CALL HIM THAT YOU STUPID, HALF-WITTED, SENSELESS
CAT!" James and Meowth
cowered in fear as her speech continued. "SAGE OF HALO IS ONE OF THE
RONIN WARRIORS; DAIS, KALE, SEKHMET, AND ANUBIS WERE THE FOUR WARLORDS,
NOT MY
SAGE!"
Pikachu looked towards
the thicket of trees, Is that Team
Rocket? My god, when are they gonna give up and leave me
alone! "Sage, I think
you should put your armor on." They had decided that the singing of
birds was better than Hiroko Moriguchi and Megumi
Hayashibara.
"Why? Are there
Dynasty Soldiers close by?"
"No, something alot
weaker."
"It's nothing to worry
about then."
Her speech was finished
and she began to breath heavily. The danger James and Meowth faced
was over. Now was the time to think of a plan, Meowth decided.
"Well, since he is a, uh, from that anime... Doesn't that child have
black hair?"
"Yuli has black hair,
yes," Jessie answered.
"Well, it's easy to
understand how he stole that Pikachu; his attack, whatever it is, is
stronger than most pokemon. So-"
"We're all doomed," A
depressed James said.
"So," Meowth continued,
"We need to use our brains instead of our brawn."
James was totally
baffled, "But we don't have any brains."
"Well..." Jessie spoke
up, "He isn't wearing his armor, not even his sub-armor, so he isn't very
strong."
"But still stronger than
us," James commented sourly.
"We could steal his
pikachu and threaten to kill it if he dares to armor up."
The other two team
members blinked in surprise.
"Wow!" James exclaimed,
"That sounds like the only intelligent idea we've had in
forever!"
"Yes, unfortunately, we
won't be able to say our team motto."
"What! Why?"
Meowth yelled.
"It takes too
long. He could armor up while we're speaking."
The clouds blocked the
afternoon sun. Sage smiled as a cool gentle breeze blew by.
Enjoying the serenity of the forest, Sage slowly closed his eyes and began
to mediate while they walked. Pikachu would've asked him how he
walked while mediating with his eyes closed, but the furry pokemon was
troubled.
Poor Sage... he's gonna
be so totally, completely miserable when Team Rocket shows up and they're
so totally, completely idiotic. Knowing the appearance
of Team Rocket and their stupidity was inevitable, the pikachu grew
impatient and just wanted to get it over with.
Suddenly, as though out
of nowhere, a woman ran up to Sage, screaming with delight. The
warrior was shocked, stunned, startled, and bewildered. She was
wearing - well, it was hard to tell what she was wearing since her clothes
were inside out. There was an american letter on her shirt, but he
couldn't tell what it was since her clothes were inside-out. She had
a long pink spike that curved down to her feet for hair.
"ARE YOU SAGE OF
HALO??? I MEAN THE SAGE
OF HALO??"
"Umm... uhh...
yeah." The Ronin took a few steps away. She was leaning
alittle too close to him...
"CAN I HAVE YOUR
AUTOGRAPH??? AND YOUR PHONE NUMBER????" The woman nearly screamed in
his ear.
Pikachu struggle not to
laugh at the frightened Sage and decided to warn him, although this is
rather amusing. "Sage, she's-"
"WILL
YOU SHUT UP, YOU STUPID LITTLE POKEMON!!" Jessie interupted, then, seeing Sage's even more confused
expression, "Oh, you're such a cute pikachu..."
Pikachu sighed and
placed a hand to it's forehead, having a really huge
headache while Jessie
screamed and Sage tried his best not to stutter under the current
circumstances. Hands reached into the miniture backpack.
Pikachu turned around to see Meowth running off with a bottle of Ketchup
and gave chase, but tripped as the snake-like pokemon, Arbok, wrapped
itself around Pikachu.
"I love you so much and
since you also love me so much could you please give me that
pikachu?"
"N-Nani??" This
woman was even more frightening than the dynasty!
"Sage!" Pikachu yelled,
struggling to get free. "Help!"
The Ronin Warrior spun
around and what happened next would always be the scariest moment of his
entire life. Jessie put her arms around his neck and spoke in a
perfect, dramatic, medieval accent, "Oh, Sage! Doth thou knowest how
much I love thee?"
Then, James ran up and
tried to yank Jessie off the Ronin, yelling, "But, Jessie, you're supposed
to love me!"
Meanwhile Meowth watched
Pikachu struggle to get free out of Arbok's grasp.
"They may be a bunch of
bakas," Meowth spoke, eyeing Jessie and James carefully, "but they're
winning because they're finally getting what they wanted for
years."
"Oh, yeah? Well,
what did they want? Me or Sage?" Pikachu decided to stop struggling
and watch. It was still very amusing and Team Rocket always seems to
lose anyway, so there was actually nothing to worry about.
"I... I really don't
know for sure," Meowth admitted. "Both of y'all, I
guess."
Pikachu bit the
snake-like pokemon and arbok under the extreme pain let pikachu go.
Sage was finally able to free himself from Jessie's grasp and ran off in
fright with pikachu following him, but the warrior tripped. It was
hard to move his right leg. He turned to see Jessie clinging to it
desperately.
"GET OFF ME,
WOMAN!!!!!!!"
Pikachu jumped on
Jessie's back and scratched her face, forcing her to let go of the
warrior. Sage, then, armored into his sub-armor to increase his
speed and ran away until Team Rocket was no longer in sight. Pikachu
was able to catch up to him with no difficulty.
"I can't beleive that,"
Sage's tone was harsh, scolding, "That was Team Rocket,
right?"
"Yes," the pokemon
replied sullenly.
Pikachu was silent as
Sage continued, "I mean, my god! Do you know how annoying those
people are? And that woman..." He shuddered. It was too weird
to even think about.
"I know; I've fought
them alot more than you."
His jaw clenched
angrily, "You're that one kid's... Smoke, you're Smoke's pikachu, aren't
you?"
"Ash's." Pikachu
corrected.
"Whatever." Sage was
obviously not in a good mood. "You're cursed. Team Rocket
follows you wherever you go and now that you're hanging around me, you've
infected me with that curse as well!"
"Oh, come on,
Sage. You know I'm not cursed. You've fought the Dynasty and
alot of other different battles so you should know what a curse is and I
am not
cursed."
"Hmph. That's not
a good excuse considering that you're from a different
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