"We got a promotion! We got a promotion!" Jessie and James were still cheering.
"Eh, stop ya yappin'," Meowth reprimanded them, annoyed. "I'm teaching my Mewsie how ta properly groom a tail."
Ignoring him, James looked at his partner. "We should celebrate!"
Celebrate? That was something that they seldom got to do. Sounded like fun... "Sure!" Jessie replied.
James seemed a little tentative, and the long-haired Team Rocket member prodded, "What?"
Hesitantly, he answered. "How about we go to a nice restaurant to eat?"
"Sounds like fun." Jessie peered at her partner to see what was bothering him, but shrugged inwardly.
And so they did.
Jessie somehow managed to get hold of a sparkling blue dress that went miraculously with her hair, which was pinned up in barrettes. She'd even gotten rid of the big earrings that she usually worse, wearing pearl-drops instead.
James was wearing a tasteful tuxedo, complete with a black bowtie that made him look rather cultured.
They talked about various things over dinner, and surprisingly Pikachu's name was not mentioned once. Instead, they discussed what they had wanted to do before they became part of Team Rocket, and just...talked.
Afterwards, they decided that instead of going straight back to the two cats, they would take a walk.
It was a bright, starlit night. They walked along a Viridian garden path, side by side.
"That was fun," James smiled. "We should do that more often."
Jessie nodded in agreement, "Definitely."
They walked in brooding, but comfortable, silence for a while, until a busy Furret scrambled across the right side of the path to the left, clearly in a hurry.
James laughed, "Looks like he has somewhere he needs to go to."
"Unlike us...We are right where we need to be," Jessie muttered so quietly that James didn't hear her.
"But what that PokÉmon doesn't know is that sometimes you just need to be still for a moment, and enjoy life." The male Team Rocket member was in a strangely philosophical mood. As philosophical as he got, anyway.
"That's advice we should probably listen to as well."
James nodded, "You got that right."
Again, they walked in silence, but this one was full of tension, although they were unsure just what to categorize it under. Jessie broke the silence with a quiet observation. "The moon is beautiful tonight."
"It's not the only thing," James whispered.
Two pairs of eyes met, both sharing empathy within their depths. Slowly, as if it was inevitable after all that time of waiting, their lips started to meet. "James, I--"
But Jessie was interrupted by an exasperated voice. "There youze guys are! We been lookin' all over for ya! Da boss called. Says he wants us ta go keep da twerps busy. I just barely got dis lil' guy outta da way buhfor 'e saw 'im." Meowth then looked at one, then the other, suspiciously. "I wasn't interruptin' nuttin', was I?"
The mood broken, both quickly shook their heads. "No, no no."
"All right," Meowth didn't quite believe them. "If ya say so."
"Mew," the little white Pokémon agreed with his idol.
Like Ash and unlike Jessie and James, Giovanni was ruthlessly training his Mew. Deciding that "Mew" sounded too much like a cuddly little Pokémon that some teenage girl would have, the Team Rocket Leader nicknamed his newest Psychic-type Devon, which was incidently similar to the word "devil."
Weakness was not a trait that Giovanni had much tolerance for, so he was pitting the Psychic type against its weaknesses: Dark- and Bug-types.
"Drill!" the flying bee challenged, hitting the Mew with a powerful Pin Needle attack. Devon took the brunt of the blow easily, despite its disadvantage. Blue eyes glowing in an eerie manner, the Psychic-type hit the Poison-type's weakness with a strong Psybeam attack.
Beedrill went down with scarcely a sound, and, pleased, Giovanni called it back and sent out Tyranitar.
"TAR!" it roared, sneering at what looked to it like merely a pitiful pipsqueak.
But Devon was now well-versed in many kinds of Pokémon's weaknesses as well as resistances, and used Giga Drain, a strong Grass-type attack that sapped the Dark Pokémon's health power steadily and surely.
Tyranitar growled something unintelligible, and, since Devon was being smart and staying out of its reach so that it couldn't use the Dark attack Bite, the monstrous Pokémon used Rock Slide in an attempt to knock Devon out of the air. But Devon evaded it and was quickly on the other side of his attacker, knocking Tyranitar out with a well-placed Water Gun. Grunting, the large Pokémon collapsed onto the ground.
"Meew," Devon rasped in a bloodthirsty manner, his malicious eyes glinting at his fallen opponent. He threw a victory glance at his master.
Giovanni smiled evilly. His new Pokémon continued to grow miraculously stronger, so rapidly that it would have baffled any Pokémon Professor. It was young, but had a greed for power that Giovanni played upon. Soon, despite the short amount of time that he'd been training it as well as its youth, the Psychic-type would be invincible.