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blastingxff · 7 years ago

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Fate that Binds 13

This part: Twerps are upset inside and out, James is dead on the inside, Jessie’s combative on the outside, and cats are just evil (FYI: This fic actually isn’t crack like please proceed with caution. And yes I am aware this tells you nothing about the part in question.)

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,526 / part 13 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): injuries, violence Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 13 The Morning of the Wedding

Complimentary breakfast for trainers at the Pokémon Center in Celadon was served from six am for the early risers to ten am for those who slept in. Weekends, of course, saw these hours extended. If it weren’t for the delicious danishes, knowing these hours would not be necessary. As once ten am (or two pm) came by, the meal switched from breakfast to snacks as lunch was prepared (or on weekends, snacks and then dinner. Lunch and breakfast would be served simultaneously).

It was 9:30am, Ash was barely awake, having had his first somewhat guilt-free sleep since the whole ordeal began. It was sleep long needed and his body was angry at him for having awoken so early compared to its desires. He had been the last of his companions to wake up, and he had only done so due to a small shock from Pikachu, an imperfect yet frequently used alarm clock replacement.

They had a long list of things to do that day. First would be to contact Professor Oak and hope that he believed them. Second would be to try and piece together the new reality with whatever Professor Oak could provide him with. Did Ash know Misty? How did he meet Brock? What about his other friends? Ash hoped he could find some way of making sense of the world. If Jessie and James had never met… did he still get that badge back in Viridian? Had his entire journey changed up to now?

They were questions that he needed answered, but this also sounded like a lot of work and he wasn’t entirely sure he’d like all of the answers. So he ate his danish as slow as possible, eyes unfocused on the television screen in the Pokémon Center’s dining hall.

Weather said it was supposed to be nice and clear through the afternoon, with light rain coming in the next morning. Temperature was moderate, but the sun was strong. Wear sunscreen!

The weather reporter bowed, thanking for the attention and the television station switched stories as Ash took another labored bite.

He tried to swallow. His throat had gone dry.

“Oh no,” May’s hands had gone to her mouth to hide her gasp but she couldn’t hide the horror on her face. It was coverage about the wedding. It hadn’t been cancelled. Instead, an even more beaten down James than before was caught by the news station’s camera. He was getting into a limo, flanked by his parents.

“The guy looks like he’s headed to his execution instead of his wedding,” a trainer from the table beside them commented. It was still hard to swallow the toast, the crumbs scratching at the skin, that’s exactly what it is for James.

“Tell me about it. But like, come on. He’s stinkin’ rich, probably just sulking because the venue isn’t the high class one he wanted,” another commented. Not an ounce of sympathy in their voices. Ash just felt panic bubbling. What had happened to Jessie? What had his wish done this time?

“Hey, don’t talk about people you don’t know,” May snapped, earning their shock. But her fury had been ignited. Her attention shot towards her friends and brother, “Guys, we gotta save him.” She looked back at the screen as the limo drove out of the picture, “Somehow.”

* * *

Seeing James put into the limo only served to harden Meowth’s resolve. He was sick and tired of humans and their disgusting ways. He had to buy some time, at least until he could free Jessie. As the limo idled, Meowth moved to the far side of the vehicle- sneaking past the people and the cameras- no one noticing the small pokémon as he came to a stop next to the front driver’s side wheel. With a sharp claw he poked a small hole into the tire- not enough to deflate it completely yet, but they’d only get so far. He went to the back tire as well, doing the same. Once satisfied, the pokémon rushed to the house with a mission to find a way inside.

Time was ticking as the pokémon went from window to window, trying each one at the bottom floor, all serving to be locked or sealed in some way. The limo had left and he knew that despite his meddling his time was limited. And then he got an idea- one he had seen in one of the movies he had watched years ago. They used a knife, but dammit, his claws were sharper than any blade!

He jumped onto the sill of one of the windows, a claw elongating and glowing with fury swipes. He put it against the thin glass, drawing an… er… interesting attempt at a circle big enough for him to get through. His paw fit right on its center and he pushed with his body’s strength. The glass popped out, falling to the carpet inside the building.

“Huh. How ‘bout dat,” He slipped through the window, landing on his paws before standing once more. It was darker inside, despite the amount of light that should be coming in from the windows. The dark maroon carpet luscious and fluffy- the glass didn’t even break from its fall. But he had no time to admire the decor. If he were a passageway to a dungeon… where would he be?

* * *

The binds on her wrists above her head were really getting on her nerves. On occasion she tried to struggle, trying to free herself, but it only served to tighten the rope. She was entirely sure if she continued pulling she’d cut off blood circulation and lose her hands completely.

Didn’t seem like the ideal outcome, but hey, what did she know.

She did know that she looked terrible, she had allowed herself to cry out of frustration and anger. She was exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep without putting that pressure on her wrists. The guards had been less than kind to her, refreshing her bruised eye and leaving some new marks.

There was no way of knowing for sure, but she had a feeling that James and his family had already left for the wedding. It had to be morning, with how much time had passed. James was going to get married to a woman who wanted nothing more than to keep him as a little show pony. She had promised to save him and yet she had only served to seal his fate.

Now she was trapped here, and she had a sinking feeling that they weren’t going to let her go like they had promised.

“FUCK THIS,” Her voice was ragged and dry, it wasn’t the first time she shouted such words into the abyss, “FUCK THIS,” She repeated.

“I mean, sure, but I’m not sure what good that’ll do.”

“Meowth?!” Her head snapped up, the pokémon was working on picking the lock of the cell door to let himself inside. It was a small cage in the corner of a dungeon that looked as though it belonged in a horror film’s circus/torture chamber mix more than in some rich person’s basement. The only sound in the area was the clinking of a claw against the metal as Meowth worked carefully and precisely.

“Who knew dese would end up being so useful?”

With a click the door opened and his focused turned to the ropes holding her.

“If you move, you may lose a finger!”

“You cut up my finger I’ll stick my foot up your ass,” normally she would be more careful with her language, however the night had put her in a sour mood. Thankfully, by Meowth’s continued interest in breaking her free it seemed he minded the cross words very minimally. So she took the opportunity to release her stress further, “I need the middle ones for when we meet up with the happy couple later.”

“Noted!” And he jumped, slicing the rope with fury swipes, Jessie’s arms screamed with relief as they were allowed movement. She held out her bound hands once more for the cat pokémon who repeated the previous action on a much more controlled scale.

She shook out her arms, little pin pricks shooting through as blood began to circulate once more, “Thanks, Meowth.”

“Ain’t nothin’! But we gots to get goin’! James and dat goil of his are already on ‘dere way. Dunno how long they’ll be stalled!”

“Stalled?” Jessie was tying her hair back with a piece of the rope used to bind her. Partly for convenience sake. Part a way to fuel her fury- as though she might forget this little incident. If she were being honest the names on her list of ‘deserving of petty revenge’ were getting rather numerous. It was going to be a lot of work to ensure karma did its job.

“Less’ just say, I hope dey got two spare tires!”

Jessie’s grin widened as Meowth began to lead the way out of the dungeons, “Perhaps you were a part of an evil organization.”

“I’m a cat.”

“Is that a denial or a confirmation?”

#fatethatbinds #musashi #kojiro #team rocket fanfiction #Pokemon Fanfic #pokemon fanfiction #((I might just rapid fire the last few chapters unless people want to wait more inbetween. I have a friend coming into town #so it'd be either rapid fire or hella slow. there are only 3 more parts))#((also sorry if this part sucks I was really tired when editing XD))

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