Okay this chapter is really short because it's legitimately more boring than chapter 1. And that is like a record lmfao
I also finally got myself around to make a cover of this ((i drew the other cover too but it didn't really fit with the story)) so hey
disclaimer: i do not own pokemon kthx
Chapter 3: Damn boy!
I sat outside the subway door, emotionlessly staring at the paint-chipped walls. I hadn't even bothered moving from my spot from which the Rockets had thrown me earlier. My Pokémon were gone. My Mother's hope was gone. My hope was gone. Not only that, but all of the effort I had put in for the last few years had been plucked away one by one by an executive. No wonder my Mother was worried, and now, I had no idea what was happening to the only things I could call friends.
"Excuse me miss, weren't you about to join Team Rocket?"
I looked up at my thought intruder. A young boy was looking over me with confusion, as well as a bit of fright. I stared up at him and fixed him in his bright, blue eyes.
"Yes. I was about to join Team Rocket." I replied to him calmly whilst waiting for a flinch of retaliation. The boy simply just looked me up and down, before announcing something.
"You're a bad person, Miss."
And with that, he walked off, staring daggers at me as he went.
I'm not that bad, am I? I asked myself, a bit shocked by what a strange boy-
Boy.
That's it.
I stepped up off the floor and started speed walking to the department store.
I tried to join Team Rocket as a girl – if I could somehow pull my appearance off as a boy, I could maybe sign up again and steal my Pokémon back!
The plan seemed perfect, if not a bit insane. As the sun was setting, I strode through the city in determination, the skyscrapers flying past me as I went, until I came to a halt outside the tall, glass building I had looked into earlier. Right then.
Stepping past the glass door, almost skidding on the mirror-like tiles in the process, I went straight to the help desk, which was being occupied by a black haired woman who looked like she was having as much fun as a normal Pokémon in Ecruteak gym.
"Excuse me, you do sell clothes right?" I asked the bored looking woman whom was filing her nails.
"5th floor." She replied, not even looking up to me.
"Thanks" I briefly replied, before walking over to the elevator, quickening my pace as I got closer. Another bored looking woman was standing in there.
"Welcome to Goldenrod Mart, what floor may I take you to?" she asked me in a monotone voice, once again not looking me in the eyes.
"Floor 5, please" I replied again, before I felt the lurch of the elevator rise up. The doors opened to reveal a crystalline floor, leading to several racks of badly fashioned clothes mixed within trainer supplies. My heart drooped as I looked at the dull, sagging rags which hung lifelessly from the contrasting silver hangers. I needed something to hide my curves completely, so I went straight for the large section in hopes that they would hang off my average frame, not betraying my curves. I grabbed a couple of grey fleeces and a pair of combat pants – all of which were too big for me, and made my way over to the velvet changing rooms.
Mother of God.
The fleece was horrible – it was more like a poncho than an actual outside fleece. Then the combat trousers were so big that they kept falling down without the cords being tied up. However, they camouflaged all traces of a feminine figure, which was the plan, however badly planned out it was.
I walked out of the mart with a bag full of terrible fashion and walked straight back into the subway. As much as I hated the idea – having long wavy hair was going to get in my way – and I needed it cut. I made my way over to the hairdresser – whom was still looking at me suspiciously from the Team Rocket ordeal.
"What do you want?" He asked me with a hint of malice in his voice – a tone I was not used to from the usually friendly man.
"A haircut, obviously." I replied, trying to hold my cool against the accusing pitch.
"Which one do you want it for?" He asked me again, referring to my Pokémon.
"You mean the ones that were just stolen off me?" I squinted at him, rubbing my situation in. He then clicked what had happened and his facial expression changed from that of suspicion to one of surprise.
"You kind of need to call the police, you know?"
"No I don't. I'm sneaking in there in disguise and I need my hair cut to look more masculine."
The hairdresser looked at me with a confused expression, but let off the tension with a sigh and wafted his hand at the chair. I took one last look at my long hair and closed my eyes, dreading the outcome.
When I opened my eyes again I almost choked in laughter –my hair was now just above my shoulders and was extremely messy. It wasn't entirely masculine – but it still looked more convincing than my original hair.
"Thank you, I guess" I laughed as I stood up from the chair. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on me - considering you just had your team stolen off you" The hairdresser replied, sweeping up the cuttings of my hair.
I walked out of the subway and noticed that the sun had already set and the city was once again submerged in night. I can do this. I thought to myself rapidly, before realising that I hadn't got anywhere to sleep.
Shit.
I considered phoning mother – but she would either think I was in Team Rocket and did not need a place to rest, or something had gone wrong and she would get the police involved which would endanger the lives of my Pokémon – which made me shudder at the thought. I couldn't camp because all I had was the new clothes and- oh my god people are sleeping in the Pokémon center.
I instantly walked towards the luminous doors of the center and looked around – surely enough, people were sleeping in the waiting chairs. Bingo.
I settled into one of the orange chairs surrounding the outside of the room and stretched out my legs. I was still dressed in a suit but people looking up my skirt was hardly the cause of my worries.
If I do manage to get in with the rockets – what happens if my ruse gets discovered – worst of all, what happens if Proton finds me?
The very thought of the executive made me shudder out of disgust. His piercing frost eyes still leered in my mind and his sharp voice still scraped my ears – I would rather go through the entire day listening to my Kabutops walking on metal than listen to Proton talk again. As I shut my eyes and attempted to sleep, one word rung through my head.
Bastard.
So uh this is a crap chapter but review it if you want to ((I'd appreciate it if you did to be honest lmfao I wouldn't mind a little bit of recognition even if it is criticism)) I'll try and make the writing a lot more readable next chapter as at the moment even I'm finding it hard to read as it's just a constant list of shit lmfao but yeah next chapter is where the plot reaaaaaaaaally kicks in and I can put a little bit of humour into it 8)