Japanese Title: Chances To Cheat?! Morty And Eusine Go Right Ahead?!
Translation: Chansu Tame Itsuwaru?! Matsuba To Minaki Keikou?!
By: Pro_V
Morty yawned and stretched backwards. He sat up and looked out over the water while pondering Mizu's new 'friend'. He was about to phone Lisle when arms were thrown around his neck. He thought, at first, it was Lisle, but the skin tone was way too pale. He swallowed hard and looked back, catching the sight of strawberry red hair.
"Oh no," he murmured, realizing who had grabbed him.
"Hi, Morty!" she started squeezing his neck and started cuddling up against him.
"Get off of me!" he jumped up and spun around, "How'd you get in here anyway?"
"Your sister let me in," she smiled wide, "She's so nice! How come you haven't been at your Gym?"
"Because I've been with my sister," he shivered; she was so close.
"Oh, come on, Morty!" Whitney grabbed his arm, "Let's go out to dinner!" she started dragging him with her.
"Whitney! No!" he fought to pull away, "Whitney, stop it! I can't!"
"I already know about Lisle, if that's what you're worried about. It just so happens," she stopped and turned to him, grabbing both his wrists and giggling, "I saw her with one of the island guys last night."
"You what?" he narrowed his eyes and would have glared right through her, had he been able to.
"Sorry, sweetie, but it's true!" she jumped towards him and clung to his left arm with a huge smile, "So come on out with me and have some fun!"
"Whitney, I-I-I-I can't! I don't want to let Lisle down! I'm sure she was just talking or something," he started to pull away.
"But they were holding hands and everything! They were this close to kissing too!" she leaned into his face to symbolize the closeness she'd seen.
"What?" his back shot up straight and his eyes widened.
"Seriously," she spun him around in front of her and pushed him to sit on the couch, "I swear! I was just standing around on the pier and saw them. Believe me! I wouldn't lie to you."
He swallowed hard and stared at her out of the corner of his eye as she sat down right on top of him, "I…don't know, Whitney. I just don't think Lisle would do that."
"I'm not kidding, Morty," she rubbed the wrist of his sleeve between her fingers, "I couldn't believe it and just had to tell you."
He watched off to the opposite side, "How…? Who…? Why…?" he kept asking himself, "Why would she do that?"
"Come on, Morty! Don't look so down!" she reached up and pulled his headband out, allowing his hair to fall around his face, "You look so cute with your hair down like that. Come here, Morty!" she leaned into him and kissed his cheek, "Let's play."
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Eusine wandered and puffed his shirt, staring off into the palm tree woods. He was thoroughly annoyed at the guy who was attempting to steal his Zumi, even though he was still at a total loss as to the guy's name. She'd had the time of her life at the taps with him smirking flirtatiously from behind. Eusine just walked over to a bench and slammed down, sitting with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his right hand with his left arm drooping.
Behind him, a girl batted her eyes and smiled wide with a hand on her shoulder, "That's him, isn't it? He's dreamy," she said in a twittery voice.
"Just do your job, Miss Laura. No games," Peter removed his hand from her shoulder, "Keep them apart. No exceptions."
"Don't worry, Master Rubeus. I can do that easy," she stepped out and wondered down the stone path, stopping with a heel sliding spin beside the bench, "Hey, handsome. You're looking glum. Something happen?"
Eusine merely glanced at her, then looked back out straight, "Yes and no," he muttered, still chin in hand.
"Well, do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can help," she sat down and crossed her right leg over her left, turning to the side to look at him.
"Not particularly, no," he very slightly snorted, "It's not your problem; only mine and a certain someone who'd better watch who and where he touches."
"By that tone, I'd say someone's flirting around your girl," she noticed him sort of cringe at that, "I'm right, aren't I?"
"Yes," he sat up straight, "How'd you-"
"I'm Laura," she grabbed his hand and shook it, "Laura Miller."
"Eusine," he tipped his head a bit, "Eusine Hikoboshi."
"Are you related to the Champion Mistress Hikoboshi?"
"Yes. My cousin's name is well known, I see."
"Yeah. You know something, Eusine?" she reached and repositioned the collar of his shirt to exact placement, "You're pretty cute."
He swallowed the cinderblock in his throat, "Th-Th-Thanks, I think," he stared down at her hand.
She smiled and stared him dead in the eyes, "You're very welcome," she ran her right index finger around his chin.
His teeth chattered a bit, "I…should go," he shot to his feet, "back home. I should go back home! They could be worried about me or something."
"Hey, wait!" she grabbed his wrist and stood up, "Mind if I tag along? I'd love to learn more about you, Eusine. You sound like a really," she pulled the edge of his coat to turn him towards her, "interesting guy. I'm sure we could…get to know each other much better."
"Uh…" Eusine leaned away with a nervous grin and swallowed hard.
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"Yuu-Yuu! Yuu-Yuu, wait up! I didn't mean anything by it, Yuu-Yuu! Come on!" Skiff jumped down the pier behind Yuu-Yuu, "Come on, Yuu-Yuu! Please don't be mad at me!"
"Shut up, Skiff!" she barked and stomped away into the crowd, "You are such a jerk! I'm going to find Alax. Leave me alone!" she plowed her way around people and Pokemon, continuing away.
"Yuu-Yuu, wait!" he started running and plowed someone head on.
Her Poke'Ball dropped from her belt, "Hoo-hoot!" a HootHoot stood next to her as she sat on the ground, rubbing the back of her head.
Skiff's dropped and hit the wood of the pier, "Far-fetch'd-far!" his Farfetch'd balanced his leek on his beak while watching his fallen master.
"Ouch," Skiff held his side, "Sorry about that."
"It's all right," she looked up slowly, "Hey. This is the one Master Rubeus told be about. He's cute," she looked over at HootHoot, "Hey, HootHoot. You'd better get back in your Poke'Ball."
"You too, Farfetch'd. Sorry buddy."
"Hey, you're Skiff, right?" she smiled wide and asked.
"Yeah, that's me. How'd you know?" he looked at her blankly.
"Everybody knows everybody who hangs around with the Champion Mistress. It's great to meet you. I'm Hellen Owl."
"No need to introduce myself, obviously," he shrugged, "Oh no," he looked sadly off to the side, "I lost her."
"Her? Her who? The Champion?"
"No way!" he looked at her red and embarrassed, waving his arms wildly in even more of a no gesture, "She's just a friend! I was after, well, my sort-of girlfriend, Yuu-Yuu. She's sorta angry with me right now."
"Aw, I don't see any reason to be angry with you," she smiled again, "How can she stay angry at your adorable face?"
"Eh," he turned as bright red as humanly possible, "Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it," she brightened for some reason, "Do you like the paddleboats?"
"Uh, yeah. I do. I love them. I love any type of boats, actually," he stood up dead straight, "I have my own motorboats back home."
"Wow! That's just great!" she snatched his arm, "I love 'em too! Let's go get a paddleboat! Where do you come from, anyway?" she asked as she kept pulling him along.
"I come from Rose Town," he choked as he stumbled along behind her, "In Nanka."
"I've never met anybody from Gertan Rin before! Cool! I've always wanted to see it someday. Hey!" she stopped and turned to face him, "Do you think I could go back with you when you go home?"
"Um…" he looked around nervously, "I'd…have to ask Eevy-uh, I mean, the Champion Mistress about that."
"Aw," she started walking again, " She'll agree with you for sure! Nobody can resist your cute face! Especially not me!"
"Uh, excuse me?" his eyebrow went up while he walked.
"You're kind of dense, but you're still really cute!" she stopped and jumped in front on him, "You're really cute, Skiff!" she jumped and kissed his cheek, "Really, really cute!" she started pulling him again.
He left his hand on his cheek, "I-I am?"
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Tracey wandered along the edge of the pier, arms crossed behind his head. He stopped and turned to his left, looking out at the setting sun. If he'd had his sketchbook, he would have been sketching right then and there, but he'd left it at Lorelei's place for now. He just wanted to walk and think; mostly about Sooney and Kyle. Alas, he wouldn't get his wish.
"Excuse me," a girl's voice caught his attention from behind, "You're in my way."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he jumped to the left and looked back at her to see she was sketching, "You sketching the sunset?"
"I sure am," she looked up and seemed to examine him, "That's the guy Master Rubeus spoke of. One, Tracey Sketchit," she shook herself awake and smiled wide at him.
"Hey, aren't you Tina Caldwell?" he suddenly asked, "The Pokemon Watcher from Pokemon S.E.E. magazine?"
"Yeah, that's me," she put her pencil through the spiral rings at the top of her book and held it close, "And you're Tracey Sketchit from Tangelo Island. I've seen you're work. You're pretty good."
"Wow! Thanks!" he beamed before catching himself, "Oops. Sorry about that."
She snickered a few times, "It's fine," she stepped up beside him, "You seemed to be thinking about something. Were you?"
"Uh, a bit. Just about my girlfriend-uh-I mean one of my close friends who just happens to be a girl! She's wandering around with some new boyfriend-um-I mean another friend who happens to be a guy!"
She started laughing, "You're girlfriend's found someone else, huh? Don't try to hide it; I rather think it's a good thing."
"Pardon?" he scratched his head.
"It's good in the sense it gives other girls a shot at you," she held her sketchbook behind her back, "Other girls like me. Mind if I take a swing at you?"
"Um," he swallowed hard, "Well…"
"Come on, Tracey. Don't be so serious. If your girlfriend's gone, then you're free and anybody could try for you. I want to be first in the line and I really don't want to take no for an answer," she strung her left arm through his right.
"Hehe…Hehehe," he shivered nervously, "Well…I don't know, Miss Caldwell-"
"Call me Tina, please. I like guys to use my first name, especially if we're going to get to be friends. But you, I'd like you to be more than a friend, Tracey. That is," she pulled his shirt to turn him towards her, "That is, if you'd like that too."
Tracey could have sworn an entire cement block fell down his throat, "Um…"
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"I don't believe I popped this one too," Ash grumbled and looked down at the beach ball, now punctured like the last one, "Misty was already furious."
He kept walking and passed a trashcan, tossing the beach ball over his shoulder as he walked by, "Hey! What's the big idea?!" someone snapped.
Ash spun around, "I'm sorry!" he jumped as he saw he missed the trashcan, but not a girl's head, "I really didn't mean that! Honest!"
"It's fine," she pulled it off her head and threw it in the trash, "Hey, are you Ash Ketchum?"
"Uh, yeah," he leaned away, "I am."
"Cool! I saw you were this close to beating the new Mistress when she was in round eleven. You were so close!" she shot to her feet, "You are so cool and so cute!"
"E-Excuse me?" he leaned away as his jaw dropped.
"I'm Elaine Cressler!" she shook his hand with all her might, "It is so great to meet you, Ash! I can call you Ash, right?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure," he tilted his right eyebrow, "I suppose."
"Cool!" she burst as loud as she could, "I can't believe I'm talking to you! You; the cutest guy in the universe!" she beamed wildly.
"Ahehe," he gave some kind of embarrassed half toothy grin, "If you say so," he swallowed hard.
"Would you please, pretty please let me hang around with you a little bit? It'll be really fun!" she coaxed and grabbed his hand, "Please, Ash?"
"I don't know. Misty might-"
"Oh, come on! Misty isn't here! I'm here! Come on, Ash! Please?" she fluttered her eyelashes at him, "Pretty please, Ash?"
"Um…Well…I suppose…For a little while."
"Oh, great!" she grabbed him and kissed him as hard as she could, "Thank you! You are just so cute!" she started running down the pier, pulling him behind while thinking, "And you are so gullible."
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"This is so perfect!" Peter cheered, "All the girls did just as they were supposed to. Especially my dear cousin Whitney. Hey, she may not be a Rubeus, but she sure can play somebody around," he snickered wildly, "Good job, everyone! The plan is playing out perfectly."
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"Morty!" the door opened and closed slowly, "Morty, I'm back!"
"Hey, Lisle!" Whitney sauntered across the hall and waved to her.
"Mistress Whitney?" Lisle's head fell to the side, "What…? Why…? How…?" she turned dead-set cross and stormed into the one room, "Mortimer Hikoboshi!" she thundered, sending him into a frightened spin, "What was going on here?!"
"Nothing, Lisle!" he shook his head wildly, "Nothing at all!"
"Then where's your headband?" she boasted an acidic hiss, "And where's your usual shirt? That is not the shirt you were wearing when I left," her eyes lit up an angry, deep violet, "Morty, you didn't!"
"Uh-uh-uh," he looked frantically around for an answer and pulled his headband on, stuffing his hair under it, "Uh…No?" he gagged and looked away.
"You little bastard!" she cracked him across the face, "How could you?! You-You-You-OOH!" she turned and plowed her way out, crashing the door shut behind her, "Stay out of my life, Mortimer! Just stay away! Have your fun with Whitney!"
"Oh," Morty sighed sadly and looked down and to the right, "What have I done?" he closed his eyes and started growling, "Damn it! What did I do?!" he pulled his headband off again and threw it on the floor, stomping on it and slamming to sit on the couch, "Bitch! What have I done? Did I even think what Lisle would do?"
"Morty," Whitney leaned around the door, "What-"
"Get out!" he shot to his feet, "Get out and stay out, Whitney! I don't ever want to see your face again!" he pointed down the hall, "Good day, Miss White, and good riddens!"
"But, Morty," her voice slightly broke, "It's not like you objected or anything. I thought-"
"Get out I said! Don't ever come to me again, Whitney! I accepted you once and it will never happen a second time! Now go!" he pushed her to the side and went stomping down the hall towards the deck.
"Morty. Please don't be mad at me. Lisle's gone and-"
"You little bitch!" he turned around and jumped over, "Get out! That's the last time I'll say it, Whitney! This is your sick, disgusting fault! Get out now!"
Her chin trembled and she ran out crying, "Good bye!" she growled through her tears.
He watched her run and turned around, slamming his fist on the wall, "Damn this hell of a life! All because of some stupid chatter with a flirt! Did I even think how this would hurt Lisle? Did I even think what she might really have been doing with him? Did I even think what could come of this? Did I even think at all? I don't believe what I've just done!" he kicked the right wall bitterly and leaned against the left one, sliding down and crying, "Son of a bitch, what did I just do?"
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"I don't know what's going on, Officer Jenny," Eevy said into her cell phone, "I have no idea what all the noise is. I'll check it out right now. Thank you," she hung up and looked at Lance, "Officer Jenny says there's a slew of noise coming from Lorelei's beach house. She wants us to see what's going on."
"I wonder what it's all about," Lance tilted his head as Eevy opened the door.
"Morty!" Eevy jumped and ran down the hall to her crying brother as he sat against the wall, "Morty. What happened?" she sat on her knees beside him.
"Evangelina. I've really done it now. I've destroyed myself and my relationship with Lisle. I don't believe what I just did," he started shaking as the tears started flowing again.
"What happened, Morty? What did you do?" she glanced over her shoulder at Lance, who looked at her with a dead blank face.
"Oh, my God. Eevy," he looked up at her, red faced and quivering, "Eevy. When Lisle was out…I-I-I slept with Whitney."
"What?!" Lance and Eevy both leaned away, "You did what?!"
"I don't know why I did it! She told me things about Lisle that I really didn't want to believe, but I did for some absolutely stupid, asinine reason. She was right there and I didn't even try to fight it. Oh man, Eevy!" he started bawling, "I don't believe myself! Why did I do this? Why did Whitney?"
"Whitney isn't of our concern at this particular time," she looked back and nodded at Lance, who slowly walked out the door and sat on the porch, "But you are my concern now. I'm very disappointed in you, Mortimer. I'm not going to try and make excuses for your behavior; not to you, not to Lance, not to Lisle, and not even to Kratos. You know this kind of behavior is unacceptable to anyone. Now, as far as why you did this; I don't know. I honestly don't care to find out either. I'm surprised at you, Mortimer. I really am. Whitney, on the other hand, Whitney I can sort of understand. But, you…I-I just don't know what to say, let alone what to do. I'm not going to help you get Lisle back. I don't really even think you deserve her now. After what you did, about the only person you deserve is Whitney, if even her. If you get Lisle back, which I very seriously doubt you will, it'll be on your own. I'm sorry, Morty, but this is just…just disgusting."
"I know it. I knew it at the time too, but something was just begging me to go ahead with it. Something was telling me it was worth it and that everything she said about Lisle was true. I hate her! I hate that Whitney!"
"Stop it!" she grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up to meet her eyes, "Stop blaming Whitney! Yes, this was partially her fault, but it's as much your fault as it is hers. You're a big boy, Morty. You're twice, if not three times, as strong as she is. You could have fought back. You could have pushed her away. You could have said no. But you know something? You didn't. Why not, I may never know, but you didn't. This is not all to blame on her. Stop trying to pin the blame on her, Minor Master Mortimer Hikoboshi, and accept some of it yourself," he looked down and away, "Look at your Mistress, damn it! If not at her, look at your baby sister who's worried about you!" she shook him to straighten his vision, "I don't understand you, Morty, and I never will. I'm not going to try right now either. Now, Master Mortimer, I'm giving you to the count of five to get up and get out there. You will find your trainee, Lisle Illusion, and make certain that she is safe. Once you have, you'll bring her back. For my purposes. Now," she stood up and stepped to the right side of the hall, "One," he stood up and brushed off, "Two," his eyes watered, "Three," he started walking down the hall, "Four," he turned the handle and opened it, "Four and a third," he sprang out the door and she slid to sit on the floor, "Five," she started slowly crying, "Idiot!"
"Morty," that voice made him pause, "I just wanted to let you know…I don't hold this against you. Every guys goes through this at one point or another."
"Even you?" he turned his head ever so slightly to the right.
"When I was with other girls, but not now. Not anymore. She makes me happier than any cheat could. You'd better get going and find her…Before she leaves permanently."
"Yeah. I suppose so. Would you do me a favor? Go back in there and keep her company. Calm her down and let her sobbing and snapping flow. After that, I just need you to take better care of her than I have Lisle. Don't ever let me catch you doing what I just did."
"I'll do that. Then…Then I'll find Whitney," Lance stood and stared at Morty, his eyes following him as he walked away, "Good luck," he nodded and walked back inside, slowly closing the door as he spotted the bawling Champion Mistress.
"I-I-I-I don't b-believe him!" she choked out, "Why-Why did he-he do this?"
"Oh, Eevy. It'll be all right," he sat down next to her and pulled her closer, "He just didn't know what to do. He said Whitney told him some pretty bad stuff about Lisle, and it broke him down; made him momentarily vulnerable to her. He's more mixed up than you and I could ever imagine, but I'm sure he didn't really mean to do what he did. He's been an ass, and he realizes that. But he knows, deep down, neither Lisle, nor you, nor anyone will ever completely forgive him for this. He'll be all right. It's his relationship with Lisle that's striving. It will play out as it is meant to."
"I thought-I though you said nothing would come of these silly flirts," she sniffed and laid her left hand on the back of his right.
"Well, I was wrong. I readily admit that I was wrong and you were right. I just…never thought it would amount to anything, anything, like what just happened here."
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Eusine leaned against the outside of the door leading to the bar. He kept glancing in, checking for Mizu, but didn't see her. He was standing across from the stairs leading up to the rooms of the hotel. He stood minus his coat and the top button of his shirt; not to mention that certain stamina and spark he usually boasted. He was more like his cousin than most would suspect. He crossed his arms and shivered, hoping she wouldn't come down the stairs, but his wishes weren't granted. Laura sprinted down the staircase and bolted over to him. He could hardly stand to look at her, let alone to think of what he'd just done.
"Hey, handsome!" she blurted, "That was fun, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, whatever," he muttered and looked away from her, "I'm waiting for someone, so skidaddle."
"Who? Are you waiting for Mizu?" she frowned.
His eyes widened, "I didn't."
"You did!" she laughed and grabbed his wrist, "Come on, Eusine! Let's go get a round of drinks and then we can go back upstairs."
"No!" he snapped and pulled his hand away as fast as he could, "I've already messed around enough! I don't know what got into me, but it's never coming back again. Just go away!"
"Oh, come on, Eusine. Why not just come stay with me? I'm not going to yell at you when I find out you cheated on her; simply because I obviously already know."
"I screwed up big time, all right? I haven't even known you for twenty-four hours and I-yuck! Just get back and leave me alone! I've risked my relationship and the love of my life enough already!"
"You didn't say that a few minutes ago," she said, with an actual hint of pride in her voice.
"Go the hell away!" he snapped at her, "Just…go away. Take your stupid comments, your dumb compliments and that vile body of yours and be gone!"
"Vile? Vile?! How dare you! How dare you insult me in such a way!" she stomped forward a step and backhanded him across the face, "You little-"
"Eusine!" the echo came from within the bar, "Stop hitting my Eusine!" a blue-eyed, brown-haired woman stormed between them.
"Oh, so you're Mizu?" Laura attracted Mizu's attention like a magnet, "Boy, you've got a good one here!"
"Excuse me?" she dropped her head in a questioning fashion.
"Do you have any idea how great this guy is?" she gave a snickering smile with Eusine motioning a "PLEASE NO!" behind her, "Man! You're missing it, doll-face!"
"Eusine!" Mizu spun around as fast as she could, "Eusine, how could you?!" her eyes started filling up, "Eusine Hikoboshi, I-I-I hate you!" she slapped him from her right, "I hate you with an undying passion! Stay away from me, Eusine! I never want to see you again!" she turned back to Laura, "Beat him brainless for all I give a damn!" she puffed and walked back into the bar, grabbed her jacket, and slammed passed them to leave.
"Oh, God, what have I done?" Eusine ignored Laura, as his eyes were wide open, but his pupils were as small as they could get, "I think I've just killed myself, or damn close to it. How could I-? How did I-? Why did I-?" he pushed Laura out of his way, "Don't you ever come near me again!" he shouted back as he stomped out, "I never want to see your sickening face again! All I want…All I want is Zumi."
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"Ah. Very, very good. This is absolutely perfect," Peter started laughing wildly, "They supposedly care so very much about these girls, yet they let themselves get taken away in mere seconds by a couple compliments and tempting touches. Granted, I don't really watch myself all that much either, but they have someone. I…I have no one. If, on the other hand, if Medira was here with me, I'd be as loyal as anything. I'd never risk giving her up. Someday that time will come. Oh, yes. That day will come, Peruwa. Just you wait," he gave an evil grin, "Just wait."
The Next Chronicle:
Chances
Notes
Oh greeeeat...Not only did I realize after 3 days that I was 5 chapters back-posted, but my
computer has now totally crashed! I'm now on my mom's computer with an older version of Microsoft
Word, so I don't need to do manual HTML for the moment. Problem is I only have all the files I
need up until about mid-February. The rest of them are still on the FTP site, which we don't
have a program for on this program at the moment. So...You may see some lag between postings, as
well as with changing the Calendar on my site, OK? Just hang tight; this stuff will be up,
just maybe a little late. M'kay? [Lance: No! Not OK! That means my birthday fic will be late!]
*shoves him out the door*
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