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KEY
Jesse= Musashi
James= Kojiro
Meowth= Nyasu
Dogasu= Koffing
Arbo= Ekans
Giovanni= Sakaki
Ash= Satoshi
"Your move."
Musashi examined the playing board in front of her, observing the many different colors of soldiers standing on each continent. Her pretty blue eyes gazed enviously at Nyasu's army of black game pieces that guarded Japan. Setting her Arbo on her lap, she brought her green army forward to challenge Nyasu with utmost confidence.
"Alright, Nyasu, I'll be taking our homeland from you now. A cat taking over the world would be ridiculous," Musashi declared as she picked up the dice.
"Yeah, but he's winning. Do you think that the Boss will be mad that we're sitting here playing Risk instead of thinking of a new plan to catch Pikachu?" Kojiro asked worriedly over the sound of his Dogasu singing to the rhythm of the "Pokémon Marching Song" on his shoulder.
"Of course not! This is good practice at world domination, and we deserve a vacation anyway."
Musashi brushed back her long red hair, suppressing a moan as Nyasu quickly defeated her large army, the luck of the dice continuing to stay on his side.
"Oh, this game is too easy!" Nyasu smirked while his clever eyes traced the board for a new target. "Hmm… Kojiro, I want the U.S.A!"
"You're on." He accepted the challenge as he took the dice from the pouting Musashi as she sulked.
She sighed, reclining back in her chair and filing her nails. The Arbo on her lap began to join in with Dogasu as he sang, but his master quickly silenced him from continuing while Kojiro and Nyasu battled for the U.S ..A. Kojiro, too, was quickly defeated by the cat Pokémon, and began to pout like Musashi.
"You'll go down, Cat!" He snapped before turning to his partner. "I challenge you for Australia."
"Fine, fine."
She yawned lazily, turning her attention back to the game. The two battled between the dice, both losing most of their armies. After many rolls of the dice, Kojiro made a triumphant cry as he finished off his opponent .. Tossing her last green soldier aside from the board, he moved his remaining red pieces into Australia and laughed at her mockingly.
"I finally dominated something! Wouldn't it be cool if I really conquered the world?"
"Don't be an idiot!"
Lashing out her mallet, Musashi shoved her Arbo off of her lap and wound up to wham Kojiro on the head. Dogasu quickly dodged the attack before Musashi slammed Kojiro's head into the table. Letting out a painful yelp, Kojiro instantly fell unconscious as his flesh met the wood of the table. Musashi slowly drew back as she noticed how still he became. She dropped her mallet on the floor and tapped the back of Kojiro's head timidly. He still didn't move.
"Look, Musashi, you killed him! Haven't we told you to keep your temper in check?" Nyasu asked in a superior voice.
"I guess I did hit him a little hard…"
"A little hard?" Nyasu raised a brow.
"It's not exactly the best time of the month to be bothering me." Musashi glared down at him.
"Oh-hoh! I see!"
"Quiet, Cat! Or you'll be next!"
"Yes Ma'am! But now how will we finish the game? I'm in the lead." Nyasu whined pathetically.
"Shut up for a change!" She commanded as she swung Kojiro's limp body over her shoulder and dragged him into his room. Dogasu cheerfully floated behind her continuing to sing the "Marching Song" with Arbo joining in w ith him again.
"Now we can't finish the game and we have to wait until he wakes up before we can think of a new plan. Smooth move, Musashi!" Nyasu continued irritably as he trotted into the room and perched on the windowsill, lettin g the warm rays of sunlight beat down on his fur. He purred happily.
"It doesn't matter. He doesn't think of anything for most of the plans anyway."
Setting Kojiro down on his bed she relaxed with the weight relieved from her back. She exited the room and quickly returned with a bowl of water and a washcloth in her hands. Nyasu looked up at her and saw an expressi on in her eyes that he didn't often see. Worry.
"I'll wait for you in the conference room then."
Nyasu jumped down from his place by the window, and hastily left the room running on all fours. He smirked, thinking to himself, "Those two really do make the perfect couple."
Musashi sighed as she sat down on the bed beside her unconscious partner. Arbo rubbed against her leg affectionately while Dogasu hovered over his master's head, keeping his usual obnoxious face. She lowered the washc loth into the cold water, and rung out the excess water many times before gently placing it on his forehead, brushing away the one purple lock of hair that hung across it.
He groaned something inaudible as Musashi stood up and gathered her Arbo from the floor. Looking up at Kojiro's ugly and annoying Pokémon, she spoke to it sternly.
"Stay here and watch over your master until he wakes up. Understand?"
"Dogasu!"
"Good."
Musashi approached the door to leave, taking one last look back at Kojiro lying there helplessly, looking cute and innocent in his deep sleep. She again sighed airily and reluctantly set off to meet Nyasu in the other room.
"You're a moron, now shut up!"
His father fiercely hit him over the head with his fist from where he sat across from him at the table. Hissing in pain, Kojiro drew back, rubbing the place where he had just been hit.
"Your father's right, Honey. We don't want to hear any more talk about 'Human Rights'. While you're in this family, you follow the rules and get your inheritance as planned to carry on the family line. You must unders tand that this is your obligation as our son." His mother added in a polite tone as she precisely sipped her tea.
"Shouldn't you word that as 'I have an obligation to be manipulated?" Kojiro snapped at them without even thinking before he said it.
"Don't you ever speak that way! It's improper!" His mother continued to correct him a scolding tone.
"You two are the ones who should shut up…" Their son mumbled in annoyance.
"What kind of child says 'shut up' to his parents?"
"A child who's fed up! Shut up!" Kojiro declared as he stood up to leave.
"You are going marry her and that's final, Kojiro! Understand?" His father yelled at the top of his lungs.
Marry… Her…
Now Kojiro felt his hands handcuffed behind him as he sat on some kind of platform with a submissive collar around his neck. He was dressed in black leather, the shirt leaving most of his chest bare as he waited there helplessly. A Vileplume grinned as it looked up at him, using its Stun Spore to stop him from writhing against the cuffs that held his hands together. He tried to move but he couldn't, not even an inch.
"What's this about not wanting to marry me?"
He looked up startled. His fiancée stood there dressed in a traditional black S&M outfit, the long heels of her shoes kicking him in the back.
"It's time to correct your mistakes, Darling…" She purred. "Punishment time!"
"No! Anything but that!" Kojiro yelped, continuing to try to escape from the cuffs.
"You can't escape from me! Prepare yourself!"
She wound up her long leather whip, lashing him on the back several times, waiting just long enough between attacks to listen to him scream.
"You're not screaming properly! I'll have to punish you some more, you moron!" His fiancée said sweetly as she reached for a candle.
"NO!"
Then… it stopped. He was with his biker gang that he had met after he ran away, the leader of them hitting him over the head while all the other members collapsed into laughter as they saw the training wheels on his b ike.
"You honestly think you can join us with that!" The leader said between gasps of laughter. "Don't be a moron!"
And then there was his teacher from the Pokémon academy whamming him over the head with her textbook after he had drifted off to sleep in her class on his desk. He awoke with a start; the other students around him gig gling as the teacher began to discipline him.
"Kojiro, how could you fall asleep in my class again? No wonder you're such a moron, never learning anything." She said in a scolding tone, shaking a finger at him warningly.
After that, Musashi was there too! Visions of her pounding him over the head with her mallet and her paper fan all flashed in front him. There were countless encounters of failed plans that she took out on him, always correcting his stupidity in the painful blows and loud dominant voice. He could remember the time when they dressed up as schoolgirls to fool Satoshi into taking their tickets for the St. Anne when she whacked him for ge tting a little to into it. Or the time that he bought the Magikarp out of part of her salary. She would never let him live that down! But those were just a few of the many times it had happened. And she would never be hes itant to announce to him, "Kojiro, you are such a moron!"
He now stood in a pitch-black place alone with no more taunting from the past around him as he calmed himself for a moment. He raised his face to the sky and yelled as hard as he could into nowhere.
"I'M SICK OF BEING CALLED A MORON!"
Kojiro moaned as he slightly opened his gorgeous green eyes. A familiar ceiling blurred into a mass of colors above him. He slowly sat up. A washcloth had fallen off of his forehead and onto the sheets when he rose. H e heard the chirping of his pet Dogasu that was levitating around him. It floated over to his shoulder and rested there as Kojiro felt the painful bump on the back of his head.
His gaze shifted over to Nyasu who was sitting in a chair at the bedside, looking pleased.
"Well, rise and shine! How's your head feel? Maybe you should lie back down." Nyasu rambled hastily, not giving Kojiro time to reply.
"Oh, oww…" He moaned again.
"Well, you know Musashi. When she gets angry about something, she just can't control herself."
"That's alright. I'm sure it was an accident." Kojiro said finally, breaking a soft smile. He spoke in a lower, serious tone, hardly sounding like himself.
"Oh, I'm glad you feel that way!" Nyasu grinned, not quite realizing what his partner had said. Normally he would have said something stupid like, "I'm never going to go after Australia again," or "Musashi really let me have it this time! Who won the game then?"
As the cat pondered this, he gasped and looked at Kojiro curiously.
"Are you really feeling okay? Did you get partial amnesia or something? That was no accident! Musashi was having major mood swings at the time and whacked the hell out of you while we were playing Risk because you took over Australia from her! Don't tell me that you've forgotten!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Nyasu. Let us treat the situation maturely and get on with conducting a new strategy to capture a Pikachu. It will make the Boss pleased." Kojiro replied in the same low voice as he stood up from the bed and patted his Dogasu affectionately.
"Oh, Nyasu! Is he awake?" Musashi's voice called from the kitchen.
"Yes, he is! I guess you didn't kill him after all!"
She rushed into the doorway with some pills and a glass of water in her hands. She tilted her head back and swallowed them in one gulp, wiping the water away from her lips with the back of her black glove.
"Cramps?" Nyasu smirked.
"SHUT UP!" Musashi screamed at him violently right into his ears, causing him to fall over in his chair with the pressure.
"Good evening, Musashi-san." Kojiro addressed gently, voice never faltering into his usual dopey one. Instead it sounded very dominating and yet strangely handsome as well.
"Oh, how are you feeling?" Musashi asked shyly, too embarrassed to apologize for her misdoing.
"Don't waste time worrying about me. I'm fine, honestly. We have more important things to set into action. We must think of a new plan, a good one."
Musashi stared at him blankly, slightly confused for a moment. It wasn't like Kojiro to want to set off to work. His voice was unusually intelligent and superior sounding.
"Right. Nyasu and I thought up a new plan while you were unconscious. It's truly brilliant! Come to the conference room and I'll show you."
Her partner attentively followed her out, petting his Dogasu softly. Nyasu scrambled up from his place on the floor to catch up with his teammates for the showing of their great plan.
The three entered the conference room and gathered around the large table in the center. The room obviously looked like a typical villain meeting room, dark and mysterious. The room included their Big Bad Guy TV that they used to make Big Bad Guy Threats to Satoshi through his TV, their computer, and a special Rocket telephone, black with a red R painted on it, to contact their leader, Sakaki.
They comfortably seated themselves and leaned over the expansive white paper spread across it. The entire plan was written and plotted out as one of their usual schemes. It involved ridiculous disguises, some kind of new Rocket equipment, and left an open space for the heroes to strike back and retrieve their stolen Pokémon as usual. Kojiro read through it, examining it carefully.
"This is…"
"Isn't it pure genius? See, Satoshi and his annoying little brat friends are said to be heading toward this town here for a Pokémon festival." Musashi pointed at their map. "We'll disguise as idol singers in the crowd and wait for them to show up. Oh, and before you say anything, you are wearing the idol skirt! Then, we'll tell them that they're not allowed into the concert carrying their Pokéballs and to leave them in the lobby. After that, we can grab em' and take off!" She explained confidently.
"And what is this?" He motioned to the part of the plan mentioning new equipment.
"Ohh, that! Well, we figured that part of the reason we keep messing up is that we need to separate a little so that they're not as suspicious. So, we'll make a communicator with the microphone in the disguise. Good idea, huh?" Nyasu answered.
"Do you really think that childish plan could possibly catch a Pikachu? The statistics are all wrong! We have to think of a sophisticated plan!" He stood up, pointing at their plan. "You have to measure Pikachu's electric abilities first, then move to step two in a real strategy!"
Sitting back down, Kojiro grabbed a pen nearby and began writing down math equations on a new sheet of paper, creating a full, detailed diagram of Pikachu. Musashi and Nyasu gazed over his shoulder, watching with bewilderment.
"Musashi…" Nyasu turned to her. "What did you do?"
