From: Maria Rocket (mobius101@aol.compactpika) Subject: [PW!] Encounter in the Kitchen Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/16 >Meowth bounded into view, worry written on his face. Mimic wondered if >the feline was actually preparing to defend his kitchen, until the same >rough hand that shooed off the goon scratched Meowth between the ears, >light shining off a somehow familiar ring. > >"Show me how well you've trained your humans." It was not a suggestion, >but neither was it particularly an order. > >Meowth sprang to the storage closet in one leap, opened it, and yelled >inside, "JESSIE! JAMES! RUSH ORDER, NOW!" His order produced results >almost instantly: less than two seconds passed before the infamous pair >was warming up the grill, but Maria and Mimic were dragged into the >closet before they could see what was to be prepared. > >"Thanks for saving us-" > >"You run, and you could hide forever. I will have you back in my power >eventually, but I *really* hate being in the dark." Giovanni spun to >face them, locking one eye each with one of theirs. "You will not come >to harm at this moment, *if* you tell me just what has been going on. >Some of my best agents say Doppler's dead, others say he's alive - and a >few say *you*..." He jabbed a finger at Mimic. "...revived him. And >now I hear one of my best agents has gotten pregnant and given birth on >an...accelerated time scale, by some measures, but perfectly normal by >others. One of my agents even claims the two of you as his parents, >though I have reason to believe that agent doesn't really exist." He >shook his head. "If writing this up gave me as much power as running >Team Rocket does, I could probably become a PokeGod within a month at >this rate. But knowledge *is* power. So tell me everything." "You mean there's something you don't know?" Maria narrowed her eyes at Giovanni. Something did not feel right. She reached behind her and grasped Mimic's hand. She could feel his hand constrict around hers. Did he feel something? She couldn't turn around and ask, however. Giovanni's mouth curled up into a fierce smile. "There is nothing I do not know. That is why you're going to tell me what you know." The black shades over his eyes slid slightly down the bridge of his nose. His deep blue eyes bored their gaze into Maria's own brown eyes, causing her to step back into Mimic. She tightened her own hand in Mimic's grasp. "You're not Giovanni." "Giovanni's" blue eyes glowed with a purple light as his face twisted into an intense frown. He stomped his foot upon the ground three times. "Why you...!" The man's body flashed, then popped like a balloon, emitting purple light. Then there was the black-furred Mew tugging angrily at his long tail. "I'm better at transforming than a Ditto! You shouldn't keep seeing through them!" Mimic blinked. "Not so good...Giovanni no have blue eyes." Stuttering on a comeback, Vortex fumed. "No matter," he finally burst out. "I'll get you...and your little kids, too!" He grinned as evilly as a cute little Mew could. "I'll just let Team Rocket and the Global Police deal with you... Don't worry, I'll take *good* care of the little ones..." He giggled and disappeared. "I'm still going to skin you alive, you damn floating rat!" Maria screamed, finally coming to her senses. "And if you dare touch the twins, you'll...!" She choked on the words, too angry and terrified to speak. "Mew still know nothing," Mimic sweatdropped. "Still, not good." He suddenly found himself with his arms filled with Maria. She was holding herself tightly against him, sobbing onto his shoulder. "Mimic sure twins fine. Have survivor blood. Twins have sharp gums, if in danger." He glanced down briefly, as if listening to something only he could hear. Which, Maria thought, was probably the case. Despite the terribleness of it all, Maria couldn't help but to smile. "Mimic..." She looked up into his eyes, and as she expected, he had that wide eyed sincere look. She narrowed her eyes with a smile. "We should..." Maria lost that thought as they locked into an unexpected passionate kiss. She didn't even hear the door slam shut somehow by itself as she and Mimic slid to the floor in an embrace that was becoming increasingly enthusiastic. Maria lost her grip on the outer world completely with a moan of pleasure she couldn't hold back. Though she didn't lose her grip on Mimic, gliding one of her arms down his back and side. Mimic really knew how to get her to relax, was the last thing she thought as she felt her dress slide up her legs. Well, that, and the slight worry that a Brock's diner might actually keep a security camera in a kitchen pantry. Outside, the SS Anne sailed onward towards its uncertain fate. TBC? (Gah it's late...but I finally got it written ^^;;) ~Maria R "Psy yie yie..." --- http://purplestudio.webjump.com --- "R is for Rrrah...Rrrah...Rocket!" - Meowth --- Rocketshipper Forever! --- TEOTWAWKI