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Thought I'd post another fanfic. If anyone has seen the episode "Dues and Don'ts," then you'll know who the main character is.
Powder blue liquid rocked back and forth inside of the clear glass bottle it had been contained inside of. Droplets formed on the inside walls and clung to the glass like translucent jewels in a flooded mine. The slender hand grasping the bottle lifted it to magenta lips and consumed some of the liquid. A gasp of fulfillment escaped from these same lips.
“Ah...this tastes so good. But - it reminds me way too much of that…one time,” the jade haired woman snarled, recalling to mind of the time in which she was ripped off by a certain red haired Rocket who never paid her back for drinking her smoothie. She did get her revenge - eventually. She tried not to think about it anymore, but when anything remotely similar to a smoothie was in sight...how hard it was.
The young woman walked down the narrow corridor, wondering…reminiscing. How innocent those times were. How a simple smoothie could work her up. It wasn’t even the skipped tab anymore that had irritated her - it was now that she couldn’t handle the fact that she had been so naïve as to think that everyone was courteous, even in Team Rocket. The smoothie was quite silly, and she had already received her money (despite it being by trickery). Now, there were more important things to think about.
She was the head of Personal Affairs now, a big jump from the small-time trainee she had once been in the past. Things weren’t so sweet and innocent anymore. Everywhere she turned, she would always meet malice and deception face to face. Sometimes, the one portraying malice and deception would be her self. Most of the time it was necessary - sometimes, it was not.
Had she really changed that much from before she had joined Team Rocket and climbed the ranks? The woman took another sip from her smoothie, thoughtfully tasting the drink. Strawberry...strawberry was a part of the mixture...an unusual flavor for a blue tinted drink. For almost a moment, she thought of the possibility of it being poisoned. She stopped in her tracks.
“No...no! This...this can’t be! I can’t die...I don’t want to die!” Her smoked quartz orbs quivered inside of her eye sockets, refusing to shift away from the bottle. “Pull your self together, Wendy-girl,” the woman, dubbed Wendy, thought to herself with more calmness then her previous thought. Wendy carefully inspected the label, searching for a solution to her paranoia. To her relief, in fine print it read that the liquid was a blend of several fruits, including strawberries. She sighed in relief, smiling bashfully at the almost empty glass bottle.
“I’m so stupid…no one around here would sink that low. At least not the higher ranks...although, you never know anymore. The boss is the only one around here who seems trustworthy. He’s never betrayed those of us who matter,” Wendy mused, feeling the corners of her mouth twist upward. She imagined that the smile may have come across as demented if she had taken a look at her face in the mirror at that moment in time. The thought that she was one of “those who mattered” flattered her to the great extent of vanity...and frightened her at the same time. When did she become so conceited?
“Huh?” Wendy blinked in surprise; the door in the hallway to her right was not closed all of the way. In fact, only a slight crack was left open, as if someone carelessly walked in, wanting something so bad that they could not focus on shutting the door correctly. This wasn’t just any door, however: this room was the office belonging to the leader of Team Rocket.
At first, she mentally debated whether or not she should close it. He might want to know who shut the door, and if he was in a bad mood, then she could kiss her career good-bye. Yet on the other hand, it was very unlike the boss. He always liked his privacy, and he probably was not aware of this. He would most likely appreciate it if she would simply close the door. That sounded logical enough (and courteous; it would be nice for a change if she knew that she had some kindness left inside of her).
Growing closer to the metallic door, Wendy finished the last few periwinkle drops of the smoothie. She then wrapped her slim fingers around the silver handle and had only moved the door by not even a millimeter. A feminine, stentorian gasp echoed through the crack between the door and the doorframe; this voice did not belong to Wendy.
“What?” It did not register immediately, but she saw it...she saw it. The question was - could she believe it? The lights were dimmed inside of the reticent room, and two connected silhouettes could be made out next to the large desk. Wendy’s large eyes stared horrified at the scene; it couldn’t be real…it couldn’t. Was this her being paranoid again? Perhaps this was an illusion created by her anxious thoughts at this time at night? Wendy almost lost grip of the empty bottle she was holding, feeling it slip through her fingers. Thankfully, she refused to let it drop.
Her eyes continued to study the event, her body refusing to move. The larger figure, now appearing to be the boss…Giovanni…was hunched over the smaller figure. His left arm was wound around the shadow’s hips, pulling the body closer to him. His shapely right hand held the left side of the silhouette’s face, while his own face was attached to hers, their lips locked. The figure, now visibly a girl, had curled golden blond locks which framed her childish face. She was clearly an adolescent, no older than seventeen. Her elegant arms were draped around the older man’s neck, obviously loving the attention she was receiving from him; this was Hades and Persephone.
She couldn’t take it anymore - she wasn’t supposed to see this. Before taking anymore risks, Wendy fled. Strands of her hair bounced around her face as she sprinted all the way down to the end of the hall. Did they see her? Did she care? Should she tell someone? Who? Did she really see what she thought she saw? None of this made sense.
“Crash!” She continued to run, not caring about the fact that the glass bottle had slipped from her hand and shattered against the linoleum floor. She didn’t even spare a thought on the many miniscule shards it was in right now. A single crystalline tear fell from her eye.
“Why?” Wendy thought in a state of frustration, her face growing hot as the blood rushed to her head. Why did she feel like this? Was it because she felt...betrayed? Did she feel deceived in some way? She could not grasp why she would feel so hurt...the relationship between those two had always seemed merely professional. Nevertheless, there was definitely something more to them...something so...wrong. Why didn’t she see this earlier? Why did she feel betrayed? Why? Why? She continued to run, running as far away as she could from that sight, an image that has now been branded in her mind forever.
Apparently, she was still naïve, and apparently, there was more deception lurking about this place then she had expected.
Things weren’t so sweet and innocent anymore.
Powder blue liquid rocked back and forth inside of the clear glass bottle it had been contained inside of. Droplets formed on the inside walls and clung to the glass like translucent jewels in a flooded mine. The slender hand grasping the bottle lifted it to magenta lips and consumed some of the liquid. A gasp of fulfillment escaped from these same lips.
“Ah...this tastes so good. But - it reminds me way too much of that…one time,” the jade haired woman snarled, recalling to mind of the time in which she was ripped off by a certain red haired Rocket who never paid her back for drinking her smoothie. She did get her revenge - eventually. She tried not to think about it anymore, but when anything remotely similar to a smoothie was in sight...how hard it was.
The young woman walked down the narrow corridor, wondering…reminiscing. How innocent those times were. How a simple smoothie could work her up. It wasn’t even the skipped tab anymore that had irritated her - it was now that she couldn’t handle the fact that she had been so naïve as to think that everyone was courteous, even in Team Rocket. The smoothie was quite silly, and she had already received her money (despite it being by trickery). Now, there were more important things to think about.
She was the head of Personal Affairs now, a big jump from the small-time trainee she had once been in the past. Things weren’t so sweet and innocent anymore. Everywhere she turned, she would always meet malice and deception face to face. Sometimes, the one portraying malice and deception would be her self. Most of the time it was necessary - sometimes, it was not.
Had she really changed that much from before she had joined Team Rocket and climbed the ranks? The woman took another sip from her smoothie, thoughtfully tasting the drink. Strawberry...strawberry was a part of the mixture...an unusual flavor for a blue tinted drink. For almost a moment, she thought of the possibility of it being poisoned. She stopped in her tracks.
“No...no! This...this can’t be! I can’t die...I don’t want to die!” Her smoked quartz orbs quivered inside of her eye sockets, refusing to shift away from the bottle. “Pull your self together, Wendy-girl,” the woman, dubbed Wendy, thought to herself with more calmness then her previous thought. Wendy carefully inspected the label, searching for a solution to her paranoia. To her relief, in fine print it read that the liquid was a blend of several fruits, including strawberries. She sighed in relief, smiling bashfully at the almost empty glass bottle.
“I’m so stupid…no one around here would sink that low. At least not the higher ranks...although, you never know anymore. The boss is the only one around here who seems trustworthy. He’s never betrayed those of us who matter,” Wendy mused, feeling the corners of her mouth twist upward. She imagined that the smile may have come across as demented if she had taken a look at her face in the mirror at that moment in time. The thought that she was one of “those who mattered” flattered her to the great extent of vanity...and frightened her at the same time. When did she become so conceited?
“Huh?” Wendy blinked in surprise; the door in the hallway to her right was not closed all of the way. In fact, only a slight crack was left open, as if someone carelessly walked in, wanting something so bad that they could not focus on shutting the door correctly. This wasn’t just any door, however: this room was the office belonging to the leader of Team Rocket.
At first, she mentally debated whether or not she should close it. He might want to know who shut the door, and if he was in a bad mood, then she could kiss her career good-bye. Yet on the other hand, it was very unlike the boss. He always liked his privacy, and he probably was not aware of this. He would most likely appreciate it if she would simply close the door. That sounded logical enough (and courteous; it would be nice for a change if she knew that she had some kindness left inside of her).
Growing closer to the metallic door, Wendy finished the last few periwinkle drops of the smoothie. She then wrapped her slim fingers around the silver handle and had only moved the door by not even a millimeter. A feminine, stentorian gasp echoed through the crack between the door and the doorframe; this voice did not belong to Wendy.
“What?” It did not register immediately, but she saw it...she saw it. The question was - could she believe it? The lights were dimmed inside of the reticent room, and two connected silhouettes could be made out next to the large desk. Wendy’s large eyes stared horrified at the scene; it couldn’t be real…it couldn’t. Was this her being paranoid again? Perhaps this was an illusion created by her anxious thoughts at this time at night? Wendy almost lost grip of the empty bottle she was holding, feeling it slip through her fingers. Thankfully, she refused to let it drop.
Her eyes continued to study the event, her body refusing to move. The larger figure, now appearing to be the boss…Giovanni…was hunched over the smaller figure. His left arm was wound around the shadow’s hips, pulling the body closer to him. His shapely right hand held the left side of the silhouette’s face, while his own face was attached to hers, their lips locked. The figure, now visibly a girl, had curled golden blond locks which framed her childish face. She was clearly an adolescent, no older than seventeen. Her elegant arms were draped around the older man’s neck, obviously loving the attention she was receiving from him; this was Hades and Persephone.
She couldn’t take it anymore - she wasn’t supposed to see this. Before taking anymore risks, Wendy fled. Strands of her hair bounced around her face as she sprinted all the way down to the end of the hall. Did they see her? Did she care? Should she tell someone? Who? Did she really see what she thought she saw? None of this made sense.
“Crash!” She continued to run, not caring about the fact that the glass bottle had slipped from her hand and shattered against the linoleum floor. She didn’t even spare a thought on the many miniscule shards it was in right now. A single crystalline tear fell from her eye.
“Why?” Wendy thought in a state of frustration, her face growing hot as the blood rushed to her head. Why did she feel like this? Was it because she felt...betrayed? Did she feel deceived in some way? She could not grasp why she would feel so hurt...the relationship between those two had always seemed merely professional. Nevertheless, there was definitely something more to them...something so...wrong. Why didn’t she see this earlier? Why did she feel betrayed? Why? Why? She continued to run, running as far away as she could from that sight, an image that has now been branded in her mind forever.
Apparently, she was still naïve, and apparently, there was more deception lurking about this place then she had expected.
Things weren’t so sweet and innocent anymore.