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Hello! I've shared my writing on the Discord a little bit, and I was recommended I should try making a thread here. So, alas, while this story was published earlier, I'd wish to share it here. This is Team Rocket's Rockin', once again they are trying their old Goldenrod Radio Tower Heist shenanigans. This story is written with Bugsy and Whitney as the main characters; lovers too. You may have seen this on Fanfiction.net before; that was me! But I'll post it here for others to see.
You're gonna see some wacky Pokémon choices here too, by the way.
CW: Mild violence, mild language.
"So, once again and to summarize, our plan is as follows," began the cold and calculating voice. "Once the bombs go off, we'll have Black Team surround the edges of the Financial District. Nobody is to go in or out, except for White Team, who's going to enter the Radio Tower." His little rod smacked against the paper as he showed the exact strategy of his crew.
"And remind me why we want a dinky little Radio Tower again?" The voice came from a smarmy man with purple hair and a scruffy goatee.
"It's about sending a message." Piped a voice from a man with dashing green hair. "Once you have Johto's economic center in our hands, it becomes that much easier to control the rest of Johto. We'll take over the city when they least expect it. It's just tactics. It's like a simple game of chess."
"And hopefully with the Radio Tower under our control we can find the boss again." A woman's voice this time entered the conversation. She took a drag from a cigarette before letting another puff out. "Data suggested that Sundays tend to be the quietest days there. Everyone got their foot traffic the day before and they're busy doing their ceremonies in the towns over. Should be a cinch."
"Yeah, just one problem." The eyes flashed white as they glanced over to the man with purple hair once more. "What if someone stops us? Not that they should, could, or would, but you know. We sort of have a knack for people getting in our way."
"If we can't have the Radio Tower, nobody will." He tapped at the ominous 'plan B' section of the flowchart. "Any questions?" His cold voice stated such a vile act so plainly. A sinister vibe surrounded the others, encouraging them to stay silent for the moment.
"And with that, our meeting is adjourned. We will rest for tomorrow and execute our plan. There shall be no obstacles. All hail Team Rocket."
"All Hail Team Rocket!"
"And then I said, 'no Viola, not photo op, Spidop!'"
Whitney began to burst out in a small fit of giggles. "Ahhh, poor Viola! Man, you're so funny Bugsy."
It was a warm Spring day. A gentle breeze from the water was washing over Goldenrod City. On this nice and easy going Sunday were two Gym Leaders on their day off. The walking Bug Encyclopedia, Bugsy, and the Goldenrod Gal herself, Whitney. The two had been friends as long as they were in the profession, but their romantic bond had been a relatively recent development. It was only a few months in the making, but they already felt their lives gain so much more meaning. While most people didn't know the official status of their relationship, a few rumors were stirring around town. Given Whitney's popularity within Goldenrod, the two opted to try and lay a little bit low today, and just did simple things any couple would do. As such, they were enjoying a nice yummy brunch under the umbrella shade at Whitney's favorite patisserie. She grinned, taking another scoopful of her strawberry parfait into her mouth as she stared right at Bugsy's face. He himself was still chuckling from his joke, but calmed down so he can enjoy some of his muffin. She kept gazing at him, munching away at his treat, until he noticed that Whitney's gaze hadn't left him.
"S-something on my face?" He asked, with just a smidge of crumb on the corner of his lips. Whitney just rested her chin on her palm and giggled.
"Not really. You're just so cute that I want to keep looking at you."
Those words made Bugsy go as red as a Tamato Berry, an uneven smile coming across his face. Gosh.
Once again the Incredibly Pretty Girl giggled, this time in true earnest as she had polished off the rest of her parfait. She stood up from her seat, and let the compostable cup fall into its bin. "Mmm, tasty. Hey Bugsy, I gotta head down to the Tunnel for a bit. Maybe find some new accessories. Mind coming with?
"You know I'll come with! Here." He held her hand, and they flashed each other a grin. Just a few steps from there led to where the real hustle and bustle of Goldenrod was; the Underground Tunnel. The place where Pokémon can get a spiffy haircut, where one can get some rare Stones, and a place where wallets groan as they're squeezed to empty. Once they were in the Tunnel, their eyes darted about at all the sights and stores to see. Some opened, some closed. However, it didn't take long for one to really catch Whitney's eye.
"Omigosh! New scrunchies! Be right back!" She left Bugsy's side as she scurried over to her favorite accessories store to gaze for new hair ties, pins, bands, anything. Bugsy didn't mind; she did that a lot. But it did give him a chance to look around for himself. With his catching net in his other hand, he casually strolled around. Despite such an accessory, he usually blended into crowds thanks to his height, or lack thereof.
There were a lot of stores and services in the tunnel. Some were selling haircuts, others' exotic and rare Poké Balls. But it wouldn't take long for one particular thing to catch Bugsy's eye. It was a nice Aroma Lady selling some flowers. Her booth looked rather humble, and she was advertising only by holding up a sign every so often. Her cart had a number of flowers on it, mostly in pots and bags. Out of sheer curiosity, he stopped by, finding a particularly nice bouquet of crimson petals.
"Oh, you're interested in these? They're Gracidea flowers. They're quite expensive, but they're good if you plan on giving them to someone special, li-"
"I'll take them!"
The flowers stood straight in their stalks. Almost like they were saluting whoever was holding them. In a weird way, it was almost like they had their own sense of pride. It drew Bugsy towards them. Bugsy nodded, and after a handshake and a quick emptying of his pockets, he had a set ready to go, stored in his net. After the transaction, he couldn't help but notice that next to the stand was a large mass of people, all with large sacks. They looked like Backpackers, which isn't uncommon, but seeing so many of them kind of was.
"Bugsy! Check out what I got!" His mind was pulled back to Whitney as he heard and saw her running his way. She ran up to him and showed in her hand a series of pins. They were, expectedly, all of cute Pokémon. Mincinno, Skitty, Yamper, and Alolan Meowth. "But I got you one too!" She put one in Bugsy's hand, who opened it to see it was a bright and smiling Ledyba.
"Aw, this is so nice! Thank you!" Bugsy laughed, and went right to pinning it on his left breast pocket of his top. The red pin gleamed nicely with the light. "Actually I got you something too." He reached into his net to pull out the bouquet of flowers. They were wrapped in white floral paper. It was then that Bugsy realized that these red flowers, whether accidentally or subconsciously, reminded him of Whitney too when they were wrapped like this. She put her hands in front of her face as she gasped. Her eyes began to twinkle. She took the flowers and inspected them gently, taking a whiff of their scent. "These are so sweet…." She looked at him and swooned so loudly he couldn't believe it. What was just a simple little thing in his mind felt like the whole world to her. She wrapped him in an embrace and kissed his lips, hugging him nice and secure after.
Bugsy was elated, feeling her hair tickle his face was one of those sweet pleasures in life. But unfortunately, his joy wouldn't last long. As she continued to hug him, he would see those same backpackers from before pull some devices from their sacks. They didn't look very nice. They were gray, like handheld remotes. And then one of them took off a vest, revealing their shirts had a big red R on them.
You're gonna see some wacky Pokémon choices here too, by the way.
CW: Mild violence, mild language.
Chapter 1.
It was a dark and murky room. The clock read 1:38 AM on a Sunday. There was a tense energy filling the atmosphere. A flickering fluorescent light and cigarette smoke were the only things keeping the four company as they sat at a cramped table."So, once again and to summarize, our plan is as follows," began the cold and calculating voice. "Once the bombs go off, we'll have Black Team surround the edges of the Financial District. Nobody is to go in or out, except for White Team, who's going to enter the Radio Tower." His little rod smacked against the paper as he showed the exact strategy of his crew.
"And remind me why we want a dinky little Radio Tower again?" The voice came from a smarmy man with purple hair and a scruffy goatee.
"It's about sending a message." Piped a voice from a man with dashing green hair. "Once you have Johto's economic center in our hands, it becomes that much easier to control the rest of Johto. We'll take over the city when they least expect it. It's just tactics. It's like a simple game of chess."
"And hopefully with the Radio Tower under our control we can find the boss again." A woman's voice this time entered the conversation. She took a drag from a cigarette before letting another puff out. "Data suggested that Sundays tend to be the quietest days there. Everyone got their foot traffic the day before and they're busy doing their ceremonies in the towns over. Should be a cinch."
"Yeah, just one problem." The eyes flashed white as they glanced over to the man with purple hair once more. "What if someone stops us? Not that they should, could, or would, but you know. We sort of have a knack for people getting in our way."
"If we can't have the Radio Tower, nobody will." He tapped at the ominous 'plan B' section of the flowchart. "Any questions?" His cold voice stated such a vile act so plainly. A sinister vibe surrounded the others, encouraging them to stay silent for the moment.
"And with that, our meeting is adjourned. We will rest for tomorrow and execute our plan. There shall be no obstacles. All hail Team Rocket."
"All Hail Team Rocket!"
"And then I said, 'no Viola, not photo op, Spidop!'"
Whitney began to burst out in a small fit of giggles. "Ahhh, poor Viola! Man, you're so funny Bugsy."
It was a warm Spring day. A gentle breeze from the water was washing over Goldenrod City. On this nice and easy going Sunday were two Gym Leaders on their day off. The walking Bug Encyclopedia, Bugsy, and the Goldenrod Gal herself, Whitney. The two had been friends as long as they were in the profession, but their romantic bond had been a relatively recent development. It was only a few months in the making, but they already felt their lives gain so much more meaning. While most people didn't know the official status of their relationship, a few rumors were stirring around town. Given Whitney's popularity within Goldenrod, the two opted to try and lay a little bit low today, and just did simple things any couple would do. As such, they were enjoying a nice yummy brunch under the umbrella shade at Whitney's favorite patisserie. She grinned, taking another scoopful of her strawberry parfait into her mouth as she stared right at Bugsy's face. He himself was still chuckling from his joke, but calmed down so he can enjoy some of his muffin. She kept gazing at him, munching away at his treat, until he noticed that Whitney's gaze hadn't left him.
"S-something on my face?" He asked, with just a smidge of crumb on the corner of his lips. Whitney just rested her chin on her palm and giggled.
"Not really. You're just so cute that I want to keep looking at you."
Those words made Bugsy go as red as a Tamato Berry, an uneven smile coming across his face. Gosh.
Once again the Incredibly Pretty Girl giggled, this time in true earnest as she had polished off the rest of her parfait. She stood up from her seat, and let the compostable cup fall into its bin. "Mmm, tasty. Hey Bugsy, I gotta head down to the Tunnel for a bit. Maybe find some new accessories. Mind coming with?
"You know I'll come with! Here." He held her hand, and they flashed each other a grin. Just a few steps from there led to where the real hustle and bustle of Goldenrod was; the Underground Tunnel. The place where Pokémon can get a spiffy haircut, where one can get some rare Stones, and a place where wallets groan as they're squeezed to empty. Once they were in the Tunnel, their eyes darted about at all the sights and stores to see. Some opened, some closed. However, it didn't take long for one to really catch Whitney's eye.
"Omigosh! New scrunchies! Be right back!" She left Bugsy's side as she scurried over to her favorite accessories store to gaze for new hair ties, pins, bands, anything. Bugsy didn't mind; she did that a lot. But it did give him a chance to look around for himself. With his catching net in his other hand, he casually strolled around. Despite such an accessory, he usually blended into crowds thanks to his height, or lack thereof.
There were a lot of stores and services in the tunnel. Some were selling haircuts, others' exotic and rare Poké Balls. But it wouldn't take long for one particular thing to catch Bugsy's eye. It was a nice Aroma Lady selling some flowers. Her booth looked rather humble, and she was advertising only by holding up a sign every so often. Her cart had a number of flowers on it, mostly in pots and bags. Out of sheer curiosity, he stopped by, finding a particularly nice bouquet of crimson petals.
"Oh, you're interested in these? They're Gracidea flowers. They're quite expensive, but they're good if you plan on giving them to someone special, li-"
"I'll take them!"
The flowers stood straight in their stalks. Almost like they were saluting whoever was holding them. In a weird way, it was almost like they had their own sense of pride. It drew Bugsy towards them. Bugsy nodded, and after a handshake and a quick emptying of his pockets, he had a set ready to go, stored in his net. After the transaction, he couldn't help but notice that next to the stand was a large mass of people, all with large sacks. They looked like Backpackers, which isn't uncommon, but seeing so many of them kind of was.
"Bugsy! Check out what I got!" His mind was pulled back to Whitney as he heard and saw her running his way. She ran up to him and showed in her hand a series of pins. They were, expectedly, all of cute Pokémon. Mincinno, Skitty, Yamper, and Alolan Meowth. "But I got you one too!" She put one in Bugsy's hand, who opened it to see it was a bright and smiling Ledyba.
"Aw, this is so nice! Thank you!" Bugsy laughed, and went right to pinning it on his left breast pocket of his top. The red pin gleamed nicely with the light. "Actually I got you something too." He reached into his net to pull out the bouquet of flowers. They were wrapped in white floral paper. It was then that Bugsy realized that these red flowers, whether accidentally or subconsciously, reminded him of Whitney too when they were wrapped like this. She put her hands in front of her face as she gasped. Her eyes began to twinkle. She took the flowers and inspected them gently, taking a whiff of their scent. "These are so sweet…." She looked at him and swooned so loudly he couldn't believe it. What was just a simple little thing in his mind felt like the whole world to her. She wrapped him in an embrace and kissed his lips, hugging him nice and secure after.
Bugsy was elated, feeling her hair tickle his face was one of those sweet pleasures in life. But unfortunately, his joy wouldn't last long. As she continued to hug him, he would see those same backpackers from before pull some devices from their sacks. They didn't look very nice. They were gray, like handheld remotes. And then one of them took off a vest, revealing their shirts had a big red R on them.