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[saurkin]

T h e P r i n c e l y M a g i c i a n

T r a v e l i n g t h e w o r l d

B r i n g i n g s m i l e s to a l l h e m e e t s

F a l l i n g i n l o v e

A l l o v e r a g a i n

xxxI'm actually a PRINCExxx

A soft chuckle came from Reiketsu’s lips as he watched Rika’s confusion. “Rika. Dear. I’ve already cleaned up your books. No need to worry. Hmm... Now as for what happened while you were asleep. Let’s see. I DID in fact kidnap you from your office while you were asleep, and while you were still sleeping I put on a show. Now I just wait for you to decide what you want to do.” Though knowing Rika, he already knew what that answer was going to be. Rika and festivals went together like kids and candy, she just couldn’t get enough of them.

As if on cue the Latias started rambling about not missing the chance. When he was told to come Reiketsu stood up and followed up beside her. “You look like a hyper little kid, but that doesn’t matter, it’s a very cute side of you.” A chuckle escape the morph’s lips and he turned to look around, though not noticing what he was looking for, so he kept walking, wandering.

The morph looked around once again and his eyes landing on the balloon stand, and beside it, the ice cream. Just what he had been looking for. A smile spread across the Lumineon’s lips and he took Rika’s hand, leading her over to the two stands. First taking her to the balloons, and getting her one, and then looking over at her then towards the ice cream stand. “I’m supposing you will be wanting ice cream next?”

Reiketsu didn’t even need an answer before he was moving over to the stand and ordering ice cream for them both. Soon after getting the ice cream the morph turned around and handed the first one to his dear little Rika. “Your favorite. Now. Let’s see what we can find, but on one condition. I accompany you to the festival, but tonight you have to accompany me to the fireworks, sound like a deal? But you don’t have to give me an immediate answer.” So with that, Reiketsu started on his own ice cream, and wandered around, until a familiar shape was taken to his eyes.

“Hey... Isn’t that your boss’s.....Aries....right?” The morph looked over and then pointed to where he was looking. “Hm... He might be doing something, so we’ll leave him alone for now.” Reiketsu looked towards Rika and smiled, and once again he looked around, trying to find something that would interest his dear little Rika. There were activities and such, stuffed animals and jewelry as prizes. And a teddiursa stuffed animal. ‘Hmm... Rika would like that for sure...’ The morph looked over at Rika and smiled once again. “Here let me try something real quick.”

Reiketsu moved through the crowd, taking Rika along with him, and stopped at the stand. Ironically the stand was water based, an easy win right? The morph pulled out his wallet and handed out the needed amount before grabbing one of the water guns. Slowly, he positioned it like he was actually hunting. “Sir you might want to plug it in first...”

“No need.” Reiketsu channeled his own water into the gun and shot, the water blob flying and knocking the center of the tower of cans, making them all fall over. “See? A water pokemorph has no need to hook up a water gun to a water outlet~” The man nodded and the morph pointed towards the Teddiursa doll. “That one, for this girl right here.” He pointed to Rika and the man nodded, giving her the doll. “For you Rika, my dear.”

[l a l a - lamour xx]

Masaru snorted. " Everyone's a newbie here .. " His ego was purring this moment, and maybe even he was too, faintly ? But anyway, Masaru wasn't at all curious to see ALL of the trainers that were coming his way and did see a few morphs, hoping none of them were water or thunder types. The thing he hated most, dodging lightning bolts in the middle of flight.You would think it was easy maneuvering in the air, so many directions to go but it was a lot harder than just sidestepping a thunder attack. The Charizard didn't even want to think about a Blastoise coming to .. well, BLAST him into next week with a hydro pump. He did see a Swampert around the Tournament stadium somewhere, and wished he wasn't here at the moment. A Milotic would have been a lot less lethal. At least they were pretty to look at .. from a distance. He didn't want to step foot in an ocean, and he already hated taking showers and would avoid one every day, despite he would wreak of sweat and whatever else. Masaru kept watch out for this Swampert while he followed his trainer to a bright monitor. Best case scenario: ' I'll be the best ! '. Worst case scenario: ' Dammit, how could I lose ?! '. " ... well ... most of them are newbies .. " The charizard frowned at fighting anything that had to do with water, but crossed his arms and nodded when he convinced himself he would win regardless of the morph or trainer. It wasn't new-found confidence .. he just wanted the prize at the end that Takeshi was talking about.

He wondered what it was, and hoped it wasn't something so cheap at a closer bond of friendship or something equally as cheesy. The last thing he wanted was another bald old man telling him that his ' friendship was strong with this one ' in that tone that kind of makes you think he's just another weirdo old man that had too much coffee like that one guy in that one town near Pallet. Hell if he remembered the names of the cities and towns in Kanto, they were never that important besides the one he lived in and was helping Takeshi with Gym badges and such.

Masaru's head was lifted from Takeshi's shoulders, at the word ' marathon ' and tilted his head at the word ' challenge '. Well .. it sounded fun enough, and if it sounded like what he thought it sounded like, then of course he would take it. This Charizard wasn't about to pass up a chance to show off in front of everyone what a REAL Charizard should be like. Especially a morph. " So ? Where do I start ? I want to show these guys how a Gym-trained Pokemon fights .. ! " The morph flexed an arm in the air with his other hand on his hips and taking the ticket once he stopped flexing, taking a good look at it and not being able to read the human words on it. " This thing is trash .. just throw it away, Takeshi .. these human symbols are weird .. " A sigh escaped him as he gave it back to his trainer and starts to wander around in search for the place he was supposed to meet for the marathon. Masaru never did understand these humans and their organizing skills, none of them were actually good at it, so why do it ? There were trainers everywhere and morphs around each one of them along with a few reguar Pokemon hanging around. They were either mingling like humans usually do or battling to see who came out on top just before the crown tournament. A little extra practice never hurt anyone, and they would need it to get past him anyway. Or so his ego told him, it was prone to talking to him quite often and filling his head with ideas that he was really the best of the best. As he wandered farther away from his trainer, he turned around and ran back to Takeshi with a hint of confusion. " Hey, aren't you going to watch me ? " The fire lizard had somewhat of a sulk on his face as he gripped the sleeve of his trainer. " Is this like a gym battle ? You're going to tell me what to do, right? " Like every battle he was always told what to do, despite the fact that he became a bit rebellious when he thought his trainer was giving him a " wrong " command and just going on pure instinct .. though, that was only sometimes and they usually won because of it. Not that .. Takeshi really threw a fit over it .. it just made him look bad since his Charizard was able to think on his own more than be given strict rules on what to and what not to do. Yes, he had a bit more thought to his actions, but that also meant setting a good image for his trainer too. Like hell he was about to make Takeshi look bad, especially after boasting about his ex-gym leading abilities.

" I don't need to be on my toes to beat some trainers in a row ... " No breaks included, but he wasn't even thinking of breaking a sweat with this Pokemon battle going on. Against morphs or regular Pokemon, he wasn't about to lose to no one and that was that. His mind was set and he was determined to see what that prize at the end of it was, despite his actual weaknesses like .. water types ... and thunders .. ground wouldn't scratch him, but those rocks were hard to dodge .. Masaru frowned at the thought of being pelted with a few pebbles by some two-bit rock-type morph. He can fight two-bit, but bring that up a notch and it was bound to be harder than he presumed it'd be, though his train of thought was altered with talks of professors and the like, turning to Takeshi with a big grin. " So those human teachers are going to fight too ? I can't wait to show them what a gym Pokemon's like .. " Another sigh, this time a more content and confident one came through and with that, Masaru started to run ahead of his trainer, only coming back once more in confusion as to why Takeshi didn't follow him a second time. By now, the Charizard thought he'd be aboe to keep up, but he guessed not ..

[i m i t a t i o n__CHAOx]

☆═━┈ Nakatsu ┈━═☆

xxxxxThe Disastrous Absol
xxxxxxxxOnce upon a P O K E M O R P H

Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever

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It was a rather dull morning for Nakatsu. He was assigned to help Arisa find that damn Ho-Oh loud mouth somewhere, and they were to meet up. Already he had been wandering around trying to find anything of interest. He could’ve snatched a Pokemorph or Pokemon by now, but his orders were absolute: keep out of trouble and suspicion and meet up with Arisa. As much as the Absol would’ve loved to wreck havoc and cause mass destruction by now, he was being a good little boy. (Since he knows later on Machi is going to be using him as a scratching post later in the day.) His eyes grazed down towards the crowd who seem to be enjoying themselves in the festival. Hmph, why do they even partake in these idiotic things? It doesn’t make sense to Nakatsu, but then again, he just shrugged and leaned on the rugged wall as he sat and relaxed his way until their meeting time. Currently he was on the roof of a building that overlooked the whole square and fountain. A yawn escaped his lips before he saw something shiny glinting and then disappearing. That caught his interest slightly, that is before he looked down to see none other than the kid Rocket: Akihiko. Nakatsu had this….relationship with him, they don’t hate each other, but it’s not like they’re best friends either. It’s so much fun to tease him though, and poke fun at him time to time.

Grinning to himself, Nakatsu pushed himself off and up before leaping off the roof and down to the ground in one go. Obviously this caused a good amount of people to stare at him, which Nakatsu shrugged off, he was Pokemorph, and he was allowed to run free as long as he doesn’t cause unnecessary trouble for Arisa or Team Rocket in general. Looking around, he tried to find his little target to give a hello and maybe just hang around him for a while. Spotting him going into the Sakura Café and then coming out moments later came out with a malt of his choice. Nakatsu just watched him for a moment before seeing his tiny Sableye Pokemon come by with a Pokeball. He assumed that he had snagged a nice catch as most Rocket members these days are quite successful and useful. Maybe it’s because after that Giovanni left Rockets had been secretly doing their work ‘under the hood’ and it’s been a good thing. Ah, having this life of being bad is such a wonderful. Though at times he wanted to have the sides of black and white, which would be the most fun. Being a good kid and then being bad the next moment later. Swinging his little black knife between his fingers he jumped from the sidewalk without another moment to spare, bounced off a wall, and then landed behind Akihiko who seemed to be aiming to go into the Pokemon Center. The Absol grinned, ”Hey kid, you seem to have a good day so far,” Nakatsu chuckled before turning around and looking at him, ”Watcha catch? Anything interesting??” Nakatsu leaned over and sort of planted himself on top of Akihiko, his chin on the kid’s head, amusing himself.

The Absol was pretty bored and figured that if he hung out with Akihiko for the meantime, waiting for Arisa wouldn’t feel like it’s taking forever. Not that she’s ever late, but Nakatsu sometimes doesn’t have a good way of wasting time when he’s told not to cause havoc all around. Following the young Rocket around and into the Pokemon Center, he figured he should say hello to Machi from the screen too. She is the boss’s favorite Pokemorph after all. A wide grin came across his face before he got off Akihiko before putting his arms behind his head. ”Oh yeah, you haven’t seen Arisa have you? Knowing her she’s doing something that caught her interest.” Saying that made Nakatsu realize that he’s the same way. Partners are sometimes alike huh? That might be the case after all.

Of all the idiots in the world, Nakatsu was glad he ended up with being picked up by Arisa. Most of the time they would even try and prank each other to make things more fun. Ah, life as the bad guy isn't so dull after all.

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Let's go,don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever

[Xx-Alexis-Xx]

x x x x x x x x x x x xxx x x x x x ι αм gινιηg υρ ση мαкιηg ραѕѕєѕ
x x x x x x x x x x and I am g i v i n gxu p on half-empty g l a s s e s .
x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x And I αм gινιηg υρ on greener g r a s s e s
x x x x x x x x xx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x yes, I am gινιηg υρ .

уυкι-σηηα
x o x o x o Froslass Pokemorph

『 ready for take off & hating life 』

Whirrrrr.
Whirrrrrrrrrr.
...WHIRRRRRR

"Could you be any louder?" A voice called out in annoyance, followed by a scoff. A few rustling sounds could be heard in the distance, but after a moment or two, only the whirr of an airplane could be heard. As the loud rotations of the propeller continued, the Pokemorph inside of the airplane grew more and more irritated. In a moment's notice, the girl stomped outside and forcefully stared at the propeller. The metal object hesitated for a moment, then halted altogether, as if it had been grabbed by an invisible force. Finally, the propeller began to spin wildly, sputtering to life. "That's right mother ********, keep spinning," The Pokemorph grumbled, pulling open the door to the tiny airplane once again. Of course, Team Rocket was far too cheap to send her the better aircraft; instead, she got the dangerous, tiny one. The one that would make a togepi claustrophobic! As the escort continued to think terrible thoughts about her employers, the pilot slid into the seat beside her, preparing the plane for lift off. "I know this a*****e is not about to start chatting," Yuki-onna grimaced, sighing as the young man parted his lips and began to speak. She could feel his eyes boring into her chest, so she readjusted her body, facing the small window to her right. If only that would discourage people like him. Whatever, she was used to perverse men and woman, especially ones employed by Team Rocket. They seemed to passionately believe that so long as they received a paycheck, they could control the Company Property. Wrong! Though she tried to tune out the pilot, a question he asked stuck out to her.


"Aren't you worried 'bout the plane crashin'? I mean, I get that you used your powers on it, but do you really think it'll hold up?" The clueless man asked.

Yuki-onna simply laughed under her breath, cupping her cheek with a pale hand.
"You humans are so disgusting. You really think you know everything, don't you?" The girl sighed again and leaned her head against the cool window, closing her eyes. After a long pause, she shook her head and looked up at her reflection.
"I know for a fact that this plane won't crash." She said quietly, her voice nonchalant, even considering the possible danger.

"Oh? And why's that?" The pilot questioned.

"Killing me off would be a stroke of luck. The Universe needs my bad mojo, and if I were to kick the bucket, who knows what would happen? You, however, are disposable." The Froslass morph said calmly, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. The pilot turned a someone angered shade of red and started the airplane up, determined to prove his passenger wrong. Leaning back in her seat, Yuki-onna closed her eyes once again, exhaling quietly. Though there was no doubt in her mind that the pilot wouldn't remain quiet for long, for now she could enjoy the silence. She remained concentrated on the faulty propeller of the plane, but it wasn't anything that her Psychic couldn't handle. She privately smirked at the thought of being in control of the entire aircraft, though she wouldn't test that theory just yet. The need to sleep crept up on her as she lied back, but she ignored it. She had gotten a few hours between working that would keep her awake. She grumbled a few swears to herself, grumpiness being her body's first instinct. She would be fine with just sitting still for a few hours, but something told her that the pilot would begin to get restless. With the knowledge that she was "always right" in mind, the Froslass morph arched her back against the small window, closing her eyes once again.

An hour passed, and the continuous shifting of the pilot began to wear on Yuki-onna's nerves. She shifted her body in response, hoping her frustrated body language would give him a hint. It didn't. She could feel his eyes boring into her skin again, this time tracing her curves. His hand crept towards her slowly, finally resting upon her thigh. He grazed his thumb against her flesh seductively, smirking to himself. All of the hairs on the Pokemorph's body stood up on edge, and the girl remained still. It almost seemed as if she hadn't noticed, until a minute twitch began to reveal itself. Her eye squinted slightly, her fingernails digging into the seat noticeably. The pilot, however, was far too interested in his endeavors to notice the girl's building rage. She sucked in her cheeks with anger as he continued, his hand reaching closer and closer to "utopia." The greedy, chauvinistic pilot continued to grope her inner thighs, his fingers finally grazing what he considered to be Treasure Island.

Yuki-onna used Wake-Up Slap!

With a heavy heart and a stinging cheek, the pilot reached the drop off point, happy to get rid of the Pokemorph. While the pilot assured himself that any other creature would be happy to be touched by him, Yuki-onna didn't waste her time with such foolish thoughts. Her primary concern was to return to HQ to meet with her employer. She would be lucky if she didn't run into another sexist a*****e, but luck was rarely a hold item for the Froslass morph. "Yuki-onna!" A man's voice called out in the distance, distracting the girl from her thoughts. She followed the sound of the familiar call until she found the Team Rocket limousine. She smirked faintly, shaking her head as she slid her hands into either cuff of her kimono. "I know, I know, don't tell me! It's always a pleasure to see me, you adore me, you worship the ground I walk on!" The man laughed, tipping his chauffeur hat comically. Though she chose not to speak for the moment, it was clear that she was relieved to see a familiar face. As she stepped into the back of the limousine, she leaned her head back and sighed. "Tough day, huh? How many innocent people did you horrify today, Yuki-onna?" The driver asked as he pulled away from the small airplane hanger.

"No innocent ones," She said finally, shrugging her shoulders uncomfortably. "But you should have seen the pilot, groping me. You'd think that people would detest the idea of ******** a pokemon, but I remain in business, don't I?" She sighed again, leaning her cheek into her hand. As she attempted to trace telephone wires as they zipped by, she couldn't help but frown at the thought of returning to HQ. It was a relief to be home, but what was the point when things would be just as bad? She wrinkled her nose in distaste, 'And I'm going to have to see stupid Cordelia, she reminded herself. Fixing her eyes on the back of her driver's head, she raised an eyebrow and stretched out in the backseat. "Kyoya, why does Cordelia have such a weird name? It's not even Japanese! Tch, I'd call myself Violet if I had such a dumb name, too." She vented to the man she had formed a friendship with. Kyoya had been her driver since she first started working for Team Rocket, making him one of the longest-standing employees for the company. Though she had originally disliked the man, she allowed him the chance to prove himself once she found out he had no interest in women. Being spared the need to be a slab of meat generally put her in a better mood. When the Leader of the company found out about this mood change, he took it upon himself to schedule Kyoya as her driver frequently, especially when important business was at hand. If the goods were damaged when being inspected, why would anyone want to buy them? For this, Kyoya was a valued employee with a steady, and often increasing paycheck.

"Miss Violet certainly isn't the friendliest Administrator within the company, but she did give you your name, you know."The driver offered his share on the situation, but shrugged before his charge could reply. "I would just relish in the fact that you don't have to be with her all the time. I can't imagine how grumpy you'd be if you were really put into her care, not that you need it!" The middle aged man paused for a few moments and laughed, pulling up to the entrance in Pewter City. "Besides, if you didn't travel, we'd never get to see each other. Play nice now!" He tipped his hat again and smiled, sitting up straight. Yuki-onna nodded her head slowly, then stepped out of the limousine carefully. She waved slightly as her friend drove off into the distance, then quickly made her way inside of the Museum. After some persuasion from the Team Rocket Leader, the Museum allowed the company to create underground tunnels in the area, which lead to HQ. Two entrances were created with limited access, but this location was more convenient for drivers to approach.

After verifying her I.D. with the various guards within the museum and the entrance of HQ, Yuki-onna found herself in the office of the Team Rocket Leader. Her previous customer was already present for the recap, a necessity, according to the Boss. As expected, everything went 'swimmingly,' as the man described it. Though Yuki-onna was rude, she also considered herself to be professional. While she might attack a pilot or driver, she rarely felt the need to behave badly with paying customers. After being assured that Cordelia would be arriving soon, Yuki-onna smirked to herself, determined to disappoint her 'trainer.' She lied comfortably on a small couch near the door of the office, hidden from sight. Once her customer left, she could hear Cordelia's delicate steps approaching. Lounging on the couch comfortably, the Pokemorph kicked her feet up and struggled to hold back a giggle. As the Leader took his time in the bathroom, Yuki-onna took this time to socialize. Once the woman was seated, the Froslass morph cleared her throat loudly, demanding the other's attention.

"How pleasant to see you, Yuki-onna. Surely, you had a decent time scaring off some innocent client. Or were you too busy giving head to scare him?" Cordelia asked mercilessly, but this only sparked a laugh from her partner.

"Oh, Cordelia...is that jealousy I sense? That's right, you haven't had any action in quite some time, have you? If only your pokemon were smart enough to run away, just like all of your dates." Yuki-onna retorted smartly, tossing her hair. "Oh goodness, we're going to have so much fun together, aren't we? Especially when I accompany you to the Crown Tournament." She continued, receiving a surprised glance from her partner again. "That's right, I know about it. Just because you ship me off to different ends of the world doesn't mean I'm uninformed." She pushed out her chest proudly, raising an eyebrow as the bathroom sink squeaked from the other room. "Maybe if we're lucky, the Boss will fire you and promote me to Admin. Even as a Pokemon, I'd do a hell of a lot better than you." She huffed under her breath.




『 with the boss & hating Cordelia 』

lovetohatelovetohatelovetohate

[i m i t a t i o n__CHAOx]

Leave my door open just a crack
I got misty eyes as they said farewell


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The comment of calling Rika a hyper little kid made her twirl around and frown at her friend. ”Well, excuse me for enjoying myself.” She gave a harmonious giggle before dragging her friend along. The sight of all this is quite interesting and as everyone who knows Rika well can tell she will never let the chance of missing a festival slide. Even though she was so excited, the Latias was actually confused on where to go first. Though her path was chosen for her once Reiketsu took her hand and leading to a person who was giving out balloons. This delighted her very much so as she received one of red color. A wide smile crossed her face once Reikestu had motioned towards the ice cream cart. If anything, ice cream was her most favorite treat in the world. The scene that was happening between the two, however, seemed very much like they’re going on a date. A D-A-T-E. That didn’t exactly spell out across the girl’s forehead, but she just waited for her ice cream before receiving one and taking a lick. ”You know me too well. How long has it been anyways?” She questioned the water morph, knowing the answer anyways. She was so delighted at the turn of events, in the back of her mind, she knows Hatsuyuki is going to pile more work on her later, but she doesn’t mind. The moment she began to indulge in her sweet treat, she looked up and listened to Reiketsu’s request. Just as she was about to give an answer, however, her friend had already begun to wander around, which gave her a frown on her face before she followed. At the same time she almost bumped into him because he stopped a little bit so suddenly and indicted towards a person a little distance away. Rika squinted her eyes before knowing that person without thinking. ”Ah, you’re right! That’s Aries! I wonder what’s he doing…”

The moment Reiketsu said he was going to do something really quick. Rika smiled and nodded, not exactly paying attention to what on earth he was doing. That is she figured out as she was dragged along with him to a booth with a ton of prizes. She blinked, watching as Reketsu motioned for a game and just as she was about to say something, he aimed that water gun at the targets and then was given a choice of prizes. Confused she just stood there watching. That is before she was given a Teddiursa doll and Rika looked over to Reiketsu who had won it for her. Rika smiled before running over to him and giving him a hug. ”You’re the best!!” She clung onto the doll like it was a part of her before looking up at him. ”Oh yeah, about that question earlier, I don’t mind. Hehe, I owe you something after taking me out like this.” Sticking out her tongue, she twirled around before disappearing into the crowd. Her friend would follow her soon enough, now what was she looking for again?

Looking around, she found the small shop she was looking for. She took a step inside, there wasn’t a lot of people, barely at all. Just a person here or another one there. It was a small craft shop that Rika came by often. After all, she enjoyed making handicrafts, rows of fabric, tools here a there, a small section of thin books. It was a craft paradise to Rika. Knowing what she was getting, she went into the deeper part of the store before picking out some trinkets and exiting with a small white bag which she hid in her hands. Later, she’ll make something for Rei, he deserves it after all. Once outside, she looked around, she was confused to find that Reiketsu was not in sight. Strange, she figured he would follow her. A shrug before she looked a little bit more, and saw two people coming in her direction. Blinking in confusion, she waited before seeing that it was a Lugia morph and Ho – Oh morph. This was actually their first encounter and Rika felt a bit nervous. They were, literally, people that Rika respected. (Maybe she was still young) though Rika just stood there watching them with utter bewilderment.

”Uhm…Rei…where are you?” She looked around again trying to find her friend. First she didn’t want to worry him and at the same time they were sort of hanging out to enjoy the festival together. Losing him now would make it a new record in Rika’s book of distractions. ”Oh my…I wonder what they want with me though…” She wondered a little bit about the two morphs on their way towards her. So she just waited. Surely one of the parties would arrive to pick her up. Either way, both will soon at the rate this is all coming to be.

[saurkin]

T h e P o i s o n o u s M a n a g e r

L i v i n g a m u s i c a l p a s t

B r i n g i n g b a c k t h o s e m e m o r i e s

K e e p i n g t h o s e m e m o r i e s a s e c r e t

L i v i n g i t u p i n a n a l l n e w m e l o d y

xxxThis is VENOM speakingxxx

Sairin chuckled at the empty threat that Kouta let out. He had a habit of always saying that, and other than it being ironic, it was just funny. “Should I take that as a threat or a challenge?” The manager plucked the fork away and threw it into the sink. Then it was Hirumi’s turn. “You WILL be performing in that contest whether you like it or not, after all, you will never back down~”

“Now as for eating, I know you’re hungry. I’m supposing... Eggs Benedict, scrabbled instead of poached and hash browns instead of bacon? It’s what you order about fifty percent of the time, when I can cook it just about as fast as they can!” With that the manager got to work at the stove, starting off with scrambling the eggs and then moving on to make the hollandaise sauce. “Though how about I make you a deal? You perform tonight, and I won’t ship you off, and then you’ll be able to attend the tournament tomorrow. Even I’m not mean enough to make you leave in the middle of a festival.”

After a while at the stove Sairin brought around a plate, placing a sprig of parsley on top before setting it on the table for Hirumi. “And this is for that ro-- Kouta when he gets out.” He placed down a plate with ham, eggs, and bacon. There was no way that the zangoose would like the fancy stuff, not that he really knew or anything, it was just a while guess.

The manager moved around, and looked over at the guitar case of his. He had set it down before cooking, and now it was sitting idly beside the door. “Ho~ I wonder what’s on TV~” Sairin picked up the remote and flipped on the television, and his mouth nearly fell open. There in the middle of the screen were four people that he knew very well. Takame Inumari and K’vone Yukimoto, otherwise known as Demon and Crash of Destiny Unknown, were at the lead, K’vone had that look in his eyes that if you gave him the chance, he would buy everything in sight, and Takame, like always, looked like he could pull his gun out at any given moment and shoot somebody. A little farther behind was the oldest of what used to be Destiny Unknown, Keyone Hatsumara, the Phoenix of Destiny Unknown. Keyone had always been like a big brother, and beside him was walking Kesoko Hanayumi, or Skull. All four of them seemed to be looking for something... but what?

An interviewer ran up to Takame, but then quietly let him pass before going up to Keyone. “You, Phoenix! It’s such a rare sight to see all you guys together, but we must know what happened to your missing member! Where is Venom? Since the band broke up he is the only one that has yet to be sighted!”

Keyone looked towards the interviewer and then looked away. “Even if we did know we would not tell you. If he doesn’t want to be seen then he doesn’t want to be seen, but I guess I will give you one hint, we have a feeling... no we know that Venom is on this island! And as a celebration for the Crown Tournament, even if only one concert, we plan on hunting him down and singing once more, just for hell of it. After all, I don’t think we are the only ones that want back up on that stage.”

Up front K’vone stopped, and even Takame turned around. Kesoko stopped beside Keyone and leaned towards the interview’s microphone. “The stage is set, the fire’s blazing. Though that is not enough without the Venom of the Viper.”

With that Sairin facepalmed and turned off the TV. I don’t know them. No one is going to understand what he said... The Venom of the Viper, huh? Interesting. Looks like I have to pay them guys a visit. The manager turned to look around and then left out the door.

A few minutes later Sairin ran back in and grabbed his guitar from beside the door. “Forgot this!” Then once again he was out the door, this time running, and tripping out the door. He would talk to to guys later. Right now, he had a karaoke contest to practice for. This will be the ex-singer’s answer to his band mates.