I stared at Gold's questioning eyes.
They're such a brilliant color.
Sharing the same color as his name. Sort of annoying too but that aside…
"What was that about with Red?" Gold asked.
"Uh."
I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Sorry, your face is so pretty I forgot what I was going to say."
Gold stared at me.
I stared back.
And started laughing. How can I say something so stupid?
"Sorry Gold, as much as I'd like to share that information with you, I can't."
Gold slouched back and smiled wanly.
"Figured as much. That's ok." He started to stuff his face with cake.
"Hey Silver…"
He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and took a swing of water.
"I..."
Booooooooom!
A blast interrupted him.
The train stopped. Lights flicker.
Just like back on the first day.
"Hello you luxury fags!"
A man in a Team Rocket uniform was shouting though a megaphone.
"We've got this train hostage! Give us your Pokémon and valuables, or else!"
I twitched. Goddamn it.
I reached for my Pokémon…
Only to be stopped by some Rocket Grunt.
"You there kid, don't think about resisting us! Give us your Pokémon!"
I sighed, pretending to be defeated.
"Fine."
I hand him an empty Pokéball. Those Rocket idiots won't know the difference.
The grunt turns to Gold. "What about you?!" he grunts.
Gold puts his hands up.
"I left mine back home." He grins sheepishly.
"Yeah right!" the grunt pushes Gold down and rummages through his pockets and bags.
"Aha!" he holds up Gold's Pokémon.
"See, your resistance is useless!"
I snuck out my Sneasel while he was distracted.
"Sneasel, Icy Wind!"
The grunt turns around; too late.
He freezes in place, dropping Gold's Pokémon.
"Thanks buddy." Gold flashes me a thumbs up and grins.
"Now let's go see who's behind this bone-headed attack."
Gold and I dash to the front of the train, occasionally assisting the other passengers.
Not me, Gold of course.
"Just abandon already, they already lost to weaklings and that means they're also useless." I groan.
Gold gives me a look, and I sigh. Wonder why I like him sometimes.
Finally, finally we make it over there.
A young-looking girl in pigtails was there, in a Rocket uniform.
She stopped doing whatever she was doing and looked straight at me.
Sudden chills are sudden.
"Dude, she looks like Crys." Gold whispers to me.
Whoever she is, I positioned myself so I could access my Pokémon in case she makes a move.
"Who are you?!" I demanded.
"Another weakling in the lame Team Rocket?"
The girl twitches and tries to maintain her composure.
"Don't get me mixed up with these idiots, I'm not here for fun."
I blink, and she's gone. I whirl around and there she is.
Fast.
Suddenly I feel something tight wrapping around my body, something running around in a blur.
The girl shouts a command, and the blur stops.
I am completely tied up in some kind of gross, sticky white substance.
"Good job Ariados." She praises as the Pokémon returns back into her Pokéball.
Gold gapes at me. "She got you there fast."
He attempts to untie me, but I stop him.
"It's ridiculously sticky, I think it's String Shot so you might not want to do that."
He backs away sadly.
"Nice work Kotone." A familiar voice I've heard not too long ago says from behind the girl.
The girl, Kotone I think, drops to her knees and groans.
Gold and I turn around at the same time.
There, in his sex-godly-ness, iron-clad in a Rocket Uniform…
Red.
A/N: The next chapter is the last one gais. thanks for sticking with me :D