Why Tuxedo Mask Should’ve Gone to a Florist Instead [Sailor Moon/Pokemon]
Title: Why Tuxedo Mask Should’ve Gone to a Florist Instead
Fandom: X-Over: Sailor Moon/Pokemon
Characters: Tuxedo Mask, Team Rocket
Rating: PG
Summary: Tuxedo Mask is in a predicament and Team Rocket is…well, Team Rocket.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon, Pokemon, and their characters do not belong to me.
A/N: I have no excuse. This is pure and utter silliness. I apologize for the lack of meaning, moral, and smexing.
Dedication: For Pillow, who is my black white knight AND my flame that burns the brightest. <3
It was around 7:15 P.M. when Tuxedo Mask found himself in quite a predicament. His instincts told him that Sailor Moon-who, most likely, was just introducing herself to whatever soul-sucking alien or demon of darkness she’d fight tonight-would be in need of his assistance at approximately 7:30. 7:28 if her enemy was a particularly nasty one.
The problem was…he was out of roses. He’d changed and was out of his apartment and about to leap atop a lamppost when he realized it. He swore under his breath, a frown marring his handsomely masked face.
“Augh,” he groaned, gloved fingers grabbing at the brim of his hat in frustration. “What am I going to-”
“GET YOUR SLIPPERS! Fuzzy, cute, and pink! Keep your feet warm on cold winter nights!”
“…” He shrugged, tried again. “What am I going-”
“GET YOUR CHEESE! Make an omelet, make a pizza, make Welsh rarebit! Make a platter to impress your guests!”
“…What am I g-”
“GET YOUR-AH, FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD, GET WHATEVER YA WANT! Whatever ya need, we got it! And if we don’t, we’ll get it later! For a down payment, of course…”
Ears perking up, he looked around and saw a stall manned by three vendors. They looked a little sketchy, so he approached the cautiously-but not too cautiously; he had to hurry to be on time to rescue his ladylove.
“Excuse me, did you just say you would sell me anything I want?”
“Dat’s right,” said what he assumed was a little man, but who looked more like a cat wearing a fake mustache.
“Well, unless you plan on asking for something like world domination,” muttered his blue-haired companion. “Or a pony.”
“Or your dignity,” added a redheaded woman as she looked at his outfit with an arch of her eyebrow.
He felt a faint flush of embarrassment and annoyance, but valiantly ignored it. “Please, just tell me you have roses.”
“Roses!” The cat-man exclaimed, clapping his paws-er, hands-together. “Mister, are you in luck!”
“And so are we,” chuckled the redhead before pointing to the man by her side. “Give him the roses!”
“But,” the man hesitated. “I-”
“James,” the woman hissed, finger still pointing, although now a little threateningly, “the roses!”
“But Jessie, I need them!”
“Eh, quite yer whinin’,” the cat-man snapped, and Tuxedo Mask was almost certain his mustache was beginning to slip off. “We haven’t brought da boss anything in weeks; you wanna get us canned?”
7:20. Tuxedo Mask was beginning to lose his patience. “Excuse me, but I’m really in a hurry, so if you could please sell me some roses…”
“Oh, we’ll sell you the roses,” the woman said, her red lips quirking upwards in a bit of a smirk as she ignored the man’s whimper of protest, “for 300 hundred bucks and all the Pokemon you’ve got.”
He frowned. “All the what?”
The three vendors chuckled as his irritation grew and then jumped up and began posing as they declared the following:
“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make it double!”
“To protect the world from devastation!”
“To unite all peoples within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
“To extend our reach to the stars above!”
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight!”
“Meowth! Dat’s right!”
Tuxedo Mask stared at them blankly. They stared back evilly.
He sighed and took out his cane. “I apologize, but you leave me no choice.” Then he promptly whacked them all over the head, stole a couple of roses, and ran off into the shadowy night, arriving just in time, as always.
Team Rocket slumped down on the sidewalk, pressing their aching heads together as they groaned, “The thieves have been thieved!”
Fandom: X-Over: Sailor Moon/Pokemon
Characters: Tuxedo Mask, Team Rocket
Rating: PG
Summary: Tuxedo Mask is in a predicament and Team Rocket is…well, Team Rocket.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon, Pokemon, and their characters do not belong to me.
A/N: I have no excuse. This is pure and utter silliness. I apologize for the lack of meaning, moral, and smexing.
Dedication: For Pillow, who is my black white knight AND my flame that burns the brightest. <3
It was around 7:15 P.M. when Tuxedo Mask found himself in quite a predicament. His instincts told him that Sailor Moon-who, most likely, was just introducing herself to whatever soul-sucking alien or demon of darkness she’d fight tonight-would be in need of his assistance at approximately 7:30. 7:28 if her enemy was a particularly nasty one.
The problem was…he was out of roses. He’d changed and was out of his apartment and about to leap atop a lamppost when he realized it. He swore under his breath, a frown marring his handsomely masked face.
“Augh,” he groaned, gloved fingers grabbing at the brim of his hat in frustration. “What am I going to-”
“GET YOUR SLIPPERS! Fuzzy, cute, and pink! Keep your feet warm on cold winter nights!”
“…” He shrugged, tried again. “What am I going-”
“GET YOUR CHEESE! Make an omelet, make a pizza, make Welsh rarebit! Make a platter to impress your guests!”
“…What am I g-”
“GET YOUR-AH, FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD, GET WHATEVER YA WANT! Whatever ya need, we got it! And if we don’t, we’ll get it later! For a down payment, of course…”
Ears perking up, he looked around and saw a stall manned by three vendors. They looked a little sketchy, so he approached the cautiously-but not too cautiously; he had to hurry to be on time to rescue his ladylove.
“Excuse me, did you just say you would sell me anything I want?”
“Dat’s right,” said what he assumed was a little man, but who looked more like a cat wearing a fake mustache.
“Well, unless you plan on asking for something like world domination,” muttered his blue-haired companion. “Or a pony.”
“Or your dignity,” added a redheaded woman as she looked at his outfit with an arch of her eyebrow.
He felt a faint flush of embarrassment and annoyance, but valiantly ignored it. “Please, just tell me you have roses.”
“Roses!” The cat-man exclaimed, clapping his paws-er, hands-together. “Mister, are you in luck!”
“And so are we,” chuckled the redhead before pointing to the man by her side. “Give him the roses!”
“But,” the man hesitated. “I-”
“James,” the woman hissed, finger still pointing, although now a little threateningly, “the roses!”
“But Jessie, I need them!”
“Eh, quite yer whinin’,” the cat-man snapped, and Tuxedo Mask was almost certain his mustache was beginning to slip off. “We haven’t brought da boss anything in weeks; you wanna get us canned?”
7:20. Tuxedo Mask was beginning to lose his patience. “Excuse me, but I’m really in a hurry, so if you could please sell me some roses…”
“Oh, we’ll sell you the roses,” the woman said, her red lips quirking upwards in a bit of a smirk as she ignored the man’s whimper of protest, “for 300 hundred bucks and all the Pokemon you’ve got.”
He frowned. “All the what?”
The three vendors chuckled as his irritation grew and then jumped up and began posing as they declared the following:
“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make it double!”
“To protect the world from devastation!”
“To unite all peoples within our nation!”
“To denounce the evils of truth and love!”
“To extend our reach to the stars above!”
“Jessie!”
“James!”
“Team Rocket blasts off at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now or prepare to fight!”
“Meowth! Dat’s right!”
Tuxedo Mask stared at them blankly. They stared back evilly.
He sighed and took out his cane. “I apologize, but you leave me no choice.” Then he promptly whacked them all over the head, stole a couple of roses, and ran off into the shadowy night, arriving just in time, as always.
Team Rocket slumped down on the sidewalk, pressing their aching heads together as they groaned, “The thieves have been thieved!”