Falling Out
By Lord Agravane the Undead
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters within.
With help and input from MoaKing - thanks dude!
Mars was having a bad day. It was the sort of You got out of bed on the wrong side day, where everything was going wrong. It wasn't anything disastrous on a scale of universal magnitude. Rather, the grunts were being annoying and immature and seriously tempting Mars to do terribly painful and gruesome things to them.
The latest problem was that Mars had asked two of the grunts to wash a large oriel window on the second floor of the Galactic HQ. When she had gone to check on their progress, she had found the window as dirty as ever and the grunts engaged in a game of table tennis. Mars strode over to them, extremely cross.
"What is going on here?" she demanded.
"We're playing table tennis," said the first grunt.
"And she's beating me," said the second grunt, pointing to the first one.
Mars folded her arms across her chest. "You're supposed to be cleaning that window!"
The grunts looked at each other awkwardly. Time for a distraction.
"Um, Mars," said G1. "How come you've got red hair?"
Mars raised her eyebrows. "Pardon?"
"How come you've got red hair," G1 repeated. "It seems…weird".
G2 nodded in agreement. Mars frowned.
"Weird? In what way?"
"Well, it doesn't fit with the Team Galactic theme at all," said G1.
"Yeah," G2 agreed. "Team Galactic are more…blue".
"The Boss and Commander Saturn have blue hair," said G1. "And so do all us grunts".
"Your hair isn't blue, it's cyan!" Mars exclaimed. She was rapidly losing patience with these rude grunts.
"Cyan is a mainly blue colour," G1 said.
"No it's not! It has equal amounts of green and blue in," said Mars. "And what about Jupiter? Her hair is purple. And purple contains red".
"It contains blue as well," said G1. Sorry Mars. Looks like you're definitely the odd one out".
"Maybe you should join Team Magma instead?" G2 suggested.
Mars didn't reply. Instead, she went behind the table tennis table and opened the large window.
"Oh, thanks Mars," said G1. "It was getting rather hot in here".
"Yes. Table tennis is pretty strenuous," said G2.
Mars then proceeded to push G1 out through the open window. The grunt squealed loudly, all the way down until she crash landed in a bush. Then Mars pushed G2 out of the window too, just for good measure. He yelled and landed on top of G1, just as she was trying to get to her feet. Both grunts said some very rude words, so Mars closed the window, to protect her ears from such colourful language.
Mars hoped that Cyrus wouldn't be annoyed about damage to the bush. Then she remembered that he didn't have any emotions. Well, that was one perk, she supposed. She strode out of the room, feeling angry and also hurt. How dare the grunts speak to her that way. Criticizing her appearance AND she was a Commander too!
Mars was so upset that she didn't look where she was going and she ran right into Saturn.
"Uffff!" said Saturn, who really wasn't capable of saying anything else as he had just had all the breath knocked out of him.
"Oh Saturn, I'm sorry," said Mars, dusting off his stomach as if such a thing would help. "Are you alright?"
Saturn took a couple of big breaths. "Uhhh…yeah. I'm good now".
"Cool," said Mars. She rubbed Saturn's stomach again, just in case it helped him even more.
"Oh, are you OK?" Saturn asked. "You had a face like a thunderstorm a minute ago".
Mars scowled as she remembered what had happened. "Well…no," she said. "Two of the grunts were horrible to me".
Saturn looked concerned. "Oh, that's not good. What did they do?"
Mars told Saturn everything that had been said. She stroked his chest as well, just in case he had been injured there too. Saturn looked rather bemused but he didn't stop her.
"Yeah, that was rude of the grunts," he said when Mars had finished talking. "You just wanna ignore them though".
"I did not ignore them," Mars said indignantly. "I pushed them both out of the window".
Saturn blinked and nodded. "Well, hopefully that will teach them manners".
"Don't care," Mars said and Saturn could tell that she was now more upset then angry. He tried to think of something to say to comfort her.
"Um, well having red hair is nice," he said. "Lots of cool people have red hair, don't you think?"
"Who?" Mars asked. She has pushed Saturn up against the wall now, just in case he looked like he was going to try and escape.
"Umm, Maxie, the leader of Team Magma," said Saturn.
"That's a man!" Mars protested. "I don't want to look like a man, thank you!"
Saturn searched frantically within his brain for a better example. Who had red hair and was cute?
"Flareon!" he said. "They have red fur and they're adorable! Everybody likes Flareon".
"Saturn, that's a Pokemon!" Mars cried.
"But it's a cute Pokemon," Saturn could see that Mars was about to cry and he panicked. What could he say to make her feel better? No, there wasn't time to think of any more examples. It was time for action instead…
Saturn put his arms round Mars and kissed her.
Mars stared at him wide eyed, then a split second later she returned the kiss. Maybe Saturn wasn't the brightest bulb but he certainly was a good kisser. Mars slid her arms round him, squeezing nearly as tightly as to simulate the amount of breath she had knocked out of him before. Saturn didn't appear to notice though and he continued kissing Mars.
At least until a familiar Boss with light blue hair came along and caught them. He stood there until his presence was felt (and it was a good job he had such a noticeable presence or he may well have seen a great deal of making out). Saturn and Mars gasped and released each other at once.
"Commanders, what are you doing?" Cyrus asked.
"Um, I was just kissing Mars," Saturn said helpfully. Mars nudged him to shut him up.
"Sorry Boss," she said. "We'll get back to work right away".
"Yes. You must," said Cyrus. "Have the grunts finished washing the window in the Table Tennis Room?"
"Uh, no," Mars admitted. "They fell out. Oh, that is, they fell out with me, I mean. We had an argument".
Cyrus nodded. "Arguments should not happen. People should solve disagreements logically, by utilising a mixture of discussion and compromise".
"I agree Boss," said Mars and Saturn nodded too.
"Well, the window must be cleaned," said Cyrus. "Can I trust you two to partake in the task and complete it successfully?"
Mars didn't want to wash a window and she tried to think of a decent excuse. Before she was able to come up with one, Saturn spoke up.
"Sure Boss, we'll do that".
"Good," said Cyrus. "I shall leave you to it then". He strode off and Mars waited until he had rounded the corner before giving Saturn a dirty look.
"Why did you volunteer us for that?" she whispered crossly.
"Um cus we can play table tennis for a bit then," said Saturn.
Mars shook her head. "Nope. Not going to happen". She took hold of Saturn's hand and led him towards the Table Tennis Room. "That is what the grunts were doing when I found them. We're not lazy like them, therefore we shall do that job properly".
"Alright then," said Saturn. "Anything you say!"
Five minutes later, Saturn and Mars were hard at work, cleaning the large oriel window. Actually, Saturn was drawing circles with the window cleaning solution and Mars was trying to throw the table tennis balls so that they went in the middle of the circles.
"Ha, I bet you can't get this one," Saturn said, drawing a very small circle.
"Challenge accepted," said Mars. She threw the ball but it missed the circle completely and sailed out through the side of the window which was open.
"Oops," said Mars. She went over to the window and peered down to see where the ball had gone. Saturn joined her, also curious. Of course, it wasn't at all sensible of them both having their backs turned like that. The grunts from earlier snuck into the room and they rushed forwards and pushed Mars out of the window! Mars yelled in dismay as she further damaged the poor bush and the grunts ran off laughing.
Saturn stared in horror, trying to figure out what to do. Should he go after the grunts to punish them or help Mars? Nope, helping Mars was his priority. He jumped out of the window too, taking care not to land on top of her. Which meant he crashed hard onto the lawn instead! Mars winced and squirming free of the bush, she hurried over to see if Saturn was OK.
"Saturn, what are you doing?" Mars exclaimed.
"Owww, I think I've broken everything," Saturn whimpered.
"I'm sure there was a noble gesture in your actions somewhere," Mars sighed. She put her one arm under Saturn's head, wrapped the other around him and kissed him better. Because he had obviously landed on his lips, of course.
Saturn forgot all about his broken bones and he eagerly returned Mars' kiss. They had about three minutes of passionate kissing, until Cyrus came along again. He watched them for a few seconds, not attempting to pick up any tips to practise with Jupiter at all. Then he made a Cyrusey noise to get their attention.
Saturn and Mars quickly released each other again (although Mars took care to make sure Saturn didn't crash backwards onto the lawn). Saturn blushed and Cyrus raised his eyebrow about a millimetre.
"Commanders, what are you doing now? On second thoughts, that question is directed towards Commander Mars. I expect a more sensible answer from her".
Saturn beamed, pleased that his Boss had paid Mars such a kind compliment. Mars shrugged, then grinned in a sheepish manner.
"Sorry Boss," she said. "I uhh, fell out with the grunts again".
The End