4th August 2012, 4:31 AM
Reunion [mindless shipping; PG-13]
Rating: PG-13 for cursing, violence, cruelty to Pokemon and sexual content
Pairing: Proton/Rocket grunt (female)
By: Gothitelle K
Comments: My first shippy fic, based on the events in my signature. In this fic, she says it to another grunt, not to the player character. But yeah, here's my first and I hope you read and comment.
Welcome to the Evening News. My name is Chuck Timesworth here to give you the latest Unova news! Today’s top story…
The news was turned on loud and clear as the young man sat down in his couch, smirking at the TV. All he could do was laugh at how boring the news pieces were this morning. Most of the time, Unova showed some interesting news but lately, it’s been nothing but stocks galore. As of now, they were talking about how Team Plasma saved a Pokemon from Team Ghetsis, the evil team in town. This was a story they have been covering for five days and as of now, the young male found the story tedious.
Just as he was about to grab the remote from the side table to change the channel, something shocked him. The news piece was now covering a story about a newly formed team that came together two months ago. However, this wasn’t just any team. This was a team that seemed to have been disbanded a couple of times before reuniting once again. The black outfits on the kids in the piece and that big letter on them…
“Today we are visiting Team Rocket, the new team on the block!” The announcer said as they showed a few members, all wearing a black uniform but in different styles with the big red R on the center.
“Team Rocket?!” he gasped. His eyes widened as he heard his team's name.
Seeing them made the young man recall memories; memories of when he used to be one of those members. He used to be an executive ordered to do different missions. Some people thought that he was the scariest and cruelest kid on the team due to the fact that he kind of had some anger issues. His fondest memory was when he was the one who ordered the team to cut off slowpoke tails. A smirk grew as he remembered doing the action himself and how he was appointed to watch over the said mission.
He didn’t really recognize any of the members that were on TV, except for one. There was a guy, much older, with light swirly pink hair. He looked at the camera really nervously when he realized he was on TV. He hastily smoothed his hair in place as he was trying to keep his cool on the air.
“Hey! I didn’t want to be on TV! The camera makes you gain ten pounds!” he said hastily.
‘You know, someone should tell Petrel that he’s so thin, that he can dodge rain drops!’ the kid thought as he chuckled silently at the guy.
However, as he was watching the piece on his old team, his jaw suddenly dropped as his eyes widened. On the TV, they showcased an individual member of Team Rocket. It was a young girl who looked to be no more than fourteen with dark purple hair, shaped into a bob cut and light brown eyes. She was wearing her typical Team Rocket uniform, a black mini dress with a big red letter R in the middle. The guy literally couldn’t believe his eyes. That girl… her voice… her hair fluttering in the breeze… her smile and her eyes…
“You!” he exclaimed. “You’re here?!”
He couldn’t even pay attention to her interview with the reporter. All the young male could do was stare into her eyes. Those same eyes for which he had seen before, two years ago to be exact. The more he stared at the TV, shocked, the more he began to revive his memory of her.
It was two years ago when Team Rocket was in the Johto region. Their biggest mission was to infiltrate a famous building called the Radio Tower. That way, they could broadcast to the world their comeback, hoping that their boss would hear it and come back from hiding. That was the day the guy remembered seeing this girl. He knew it like it happened yesterday.
He leaned up against the glass, standing guard. His mission was simple, not only watch over the grunts but watch for any intruders. The young executive just stood there, with a bored expression on his face. All he could listen to was the whispers going on between the people on the other side of the glass. He had heard rumors that a kid, about four years younger than he was, has managed to get pass the guards, no problem and was on their way to the top executive.
‘Is this team incompetent or something?’ he thought as he fixed his hair, with a scowl on his face.
He stood there in disbelief, he organized a perfect plan to bring back his team and now it was going to be ruined. The more he thought about it, the more he was inclined to hit something. He even was producing a tear in his eye. How… how could this be? How could someone even beat the two high ranked executives? He could understand this person beating himself and Petrel since they were lower ranked and Petrel was known to be a pushover but the others?
“Proton…” a girl’s voice said from the other side of the glass. “The leader of this Radio Tower mission. He is so cool…”
Proton’s eyes widened as he heard that comment. She was referring to him, of course. He was the leader of this mission, despite being as young as many of the grunts. In a moment of defeat, that comment was refreshing to hear as he actually brought a small smile on his face. Proton slowly turned his head over to the left side and saw a girl. Her dark purple hair was shaped into a bob cut and light brown eyes. She was with another female grunt who was sitting in a chair behind her.
“You think he’s cool?” the other grunt asked as she wrapped her dark yellow hair in a thick coil over her shoulder.
“Yes, and I wish I was there to take down the person who got in his… I mean Team Rocket’s way,” the girl said hastily. “But I have a feeling something bad is going to happen to this team.”
While the two girls were talking, Proton took out a small card from his pocket and a pen and began to write down his name and cell phone number. After he was finished, he folded the card in half and slowly put it back in his pocket. As he stared at the girl, he blushed a little. He wanted to give his number to the girl; however he couldn’t leave his post. Though there was a small hole in the glass next to where she was, he was too nervous to do so. He hasn’t really had people tell him he was cool or imply that he was. Girls would mostly gawk about their top executive and sometimes Petrel but not really about him.
As he was beginning to come closer to the whole in the glass, Proton could hear the top executive’s voice coming down from the tower stairs. Not only that, but a bunch of others talking amongst themselves as they seemed to be exiting the tower. There were rumors about how Team Rocket was disbanded right here, right now.
“Yes, I disbanded this team. You all can go your separate ways now,” the executive said. “Go, we won’t be coming back.”
As soon as that was said, the girl just collapsed to her knees and cried. Hearing this girl cry the way she did was beginning to make Proton tear up as he turned to where she was knelt. Her friend was right behind her, rubbing her back in comfort, assuring her that everything was going to be okay. The yellow haired girl tugged on her friend’s arm as she motioned for her to get up from the floor.
“It’s going to be alright,” she said as she put her arm around her while they began to leave.
“No it isn’t!” she cried. “Team Rocket and Proton are all I need. Now they are gone and I’ll never see him… I mean them again.”
Proton is all I need…
Though she didn’t directly say those words, she most definitely implied them. Those words have echoed in Proton’s head as he began to exit the Radio Tower. Tears started to well up and flow down his face as he got outside. Thankfully, he was the last one to get out so no one could see this weak moment. There was so much he wanted to say to this girl, but the one thing he forgot to say to her was… thank you. Now she’s gone and he doubts he’d be able to track her down.
All he did at the moment was take a bolder that was nearby and throw it at the tower’s windows, breaking one of them. He then paced around, pulling out a chunk of his hair as he screamed at the top of his lungs. Proton also banged his head against the wall of the department store a few times until he got a headache.
“Goddammit, Proton you're stupid!” he yelled at the top of his lungs before storming home, pushing down anything and anyone that was in his way.
Even thinking about that memory made tears well up in his eyes as he dried them with a tissue. Proton thought that he was never going to see her again, so then to turn on the TV and there she was… two years older, smarter and still was pretty was she was before, even more so now. He has been taught that a person could still remember another just from their eyes. Her eyes looked the same and so does her voice. Everything about her physical appearance was the same.
“Well thank you, Ellie for the wonderful interview!” the reporter said as he patted her on the back. “And there you have it, Team Rocket is back and now they are wanting to do good. Back to you Chuck.”
Upon hearing the girl’s name, Proton went from being sad to being determined. His fist clenching as he got up from his chair and went over to his house phone with a smirk.
“So, your name’s Ellie eh?” he chuckled softly. “That’s a pretty name for a pretty girl.”
That was when Proton made his choice. He was going to return to his old team, with his family so he calls them. He didn’t mind doing good for the town since he has lived by himself to discover who he was inside and he got to be with some of his old friends should he join. He had wanted to catch up with Petrel since then. However, he wasn’t going to lose that girl again. He lost her once and that was a horrible moment.
You will be surprised. You will be shocked to know that I am here. I want to get to know you better and to thank you for your comment. With everything that has happened, Ellie I don’t want to lose you again. You said I was all you needed, maybe I could become that…
Last edited by はるひ; 3rd September 2012 at 5:11 AM.