Neoshipping: Before Team Rocket

By: PiperSpoon13

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or the characters I just enjoy enhancing the back stories to my own twisted fantasy

Summary: Butch and Cassidy and how they ended up wrapped up in the crime of team rocket.

His grip on my wrist were much stronger this time as he pinned me against the wall. Ratticate’s pokeball wasn't on the night stand; I had no idea where she was. Kennith then picked me up despite of my struggles, I couldn't wiggle out of his grip. His free hand was roaming everywhere as he began to pull off my skirt with the other. "Cassie. Cassie." I managed to get a hand free and slash his face. "Cassidy!" I closed my eyes as I continued struggling against him and it stopped. I sit up right and look around; I was in the tent ;Kenneth was no where in site. Butch, however had blood seeping from his cheek. Overwhelm by guilt I apologies endlessly as I search for the unopened first aid kit. It was the first nightmare I had about the assault in ages since before I made it to Butch's trailer.

Instead he pulled me into his embrace, "It's okay are you alright?" I could only nod as I burred my face into his sweatshirt. "It was about him wasn't it?" I nodded again trying to stop shaking. "Hey." he said as I treed to go back to the bag to look for some disinfectant, but I needed to ignore him or that cut would get infected; it wasn't like my nails were half as clean as I kept them back home. After finding the kit, I pulled out some cotton balls and a mini bottle of peroxide. He winced knowing the stinging that was coming.

"Oh you big baby." rubbing the wet cotton balls along his face. I then put a bandage on the part that would not stop bleeding. "I'm still sorry." I said pushing his hair back. It had gotten so long we bought some cheap scissors to trim it down; It wasn't as beautiful as it would be if a barber did it, but it was a pretty good job for using "Kinder-cut" scissors. "It's your birthday today isn't it?" I said knowing very well it was. I had snuck off a few nights ago to an all night gas station store and bought him two packs of cigarettes. The man at the counter asked me for my ID sarcastically but I pointed to a rugged looking man smoking in his car. "My dad sent me in." The cashier looked over at him and the man waved (probably because he was staring). The total came out to just over six dollars; I paid in exact change and went back to our tent less than a mile away.

"It is isn't it?" he said solemnly.

"I got you something" I said digging in the side pocket of my bag. I then handed him the plastic black bag. "I know it's not much but we're about down to our last twenty."

"Cassie." he said a mix between flattered and 'you shouldn't of done that‘.” Thanks, but what are we going to do it's almost November and we're gonna have to buy more food soon."

"I'm not saying we should hold up a sign saying 'will work for food', but we may ended up having to con people anyway."

"What do you have in mind" he said opening a one of the packs I had just given him.

"Maybe we can twist the truth a bit..um..we're with the Poke-scouts and we're raising money for the runaway children’s home"

"People actually give money to those freaks?" he said, digging for his lighter.

"You'll be surprised one of my step-fathers gave them a check for five-hundred dollars."

"So we're do we start?"

"The most wealthy neighborhood we can find, let's just hope we don't run into any of my mother's exs."

"How many can she have?" he said, blowing smoke into the mountain air I just gave him a 'you'll be surprised' look.

It was the longest we had ever stayed in one spot. Everyday we would walk the three miles to the city and wander around till sunset or until we were too tired to wonder much more. It wasn't until the fourth day we found any residents that seemed to have enough money to just give away. We had cleaned ourselves up in a public restroom as we were both very filthy. We had brought out her Raticate and Beaky for the image. Cassidy seemed to have the most spunk as she went up and rang the first doorbell. A large elderly man answered the door in sweat pants and a white tank top.

"Hello we are with the Poke-Scouts of the Kanto region and we were just wondering if you would be interested in donating to the 'Runaway Children’s Home' fund. Thousands of kids leave home rather to become pokemon trainers or to get away from abuse. This way the kids will have a warm bed to sleep in, even if the pokemon centers full." She was even talking like a sells man, fast.

The old man just looked down at us. "Mary!" he holler behind him. Shortly answered by an older woman in a bathrobe. "It's those poke-kids again".

The woman then looked at us, "I'm sorry but we just bought chocolate from the scouts yesterday."

"Their not selling chocolate, their doing some sort of fundraiser for runaways."

"Hey aren’t you guys supposed to have uniforms for this kind of stuff?"

"Uh..", I said. "We'll be right back" and bolted out of site. Darn poke-scouts; now we have to get uniforms and probably find another neighborhood.

"Well, that didn't work" she said, kicking a rock along the curb. "Do you have any other ideas we have fifteen dollars left until one of us gets a job, and we're not even thirteen yet. Heck, I'm not even twelve.

"We'll figure something out." I said. As we walked back to town I debated to myself.’ Uniforms would be a lot more convincing, but we needed to eat....' my thoughts trailed off as my eyes hit two uniformed kids, not much younger than us, that were walking by. Bingo. I didn't recognized the uniform but who cared as long as it fooled the old rich folks we were gonna sucker? I thought back to my bullying days on the playground; all I had to do was convince myself they deserved it and then I could convince Cassidy. I had nothing. then I saw the little kid they were tormenting....they reminded me of myself back then. That was reason enough for me. "Hey!" I yelled at the scouts. The two looked up at me. They were the classic bullying team the little one holds him while the other throws the punches. The larger one had navy hair in a style similar to my own but had left a thick strand of bangs hanging by his left eye. The other was a scrawny kid with light brown hair and a really nasty face. The kid they were bullying took off while his enemies were distracted. "Who do you think you are picking on a kid half your size." at least in my bullying days I didn't go after anyone smaller than me.

"Who do think you are trying to stop us? Or are you just trying to impress your little girlfriend here?" he said approaching Cassidy. I then tackled the kid with my entire body; the little one tried to follow his buddy's example but was pounced by Cassidy from behind. I struggled to get the large boy on his stomach and twist his arms back . "Uncle! Uncle!" the boy cried quickly. I loosened my grip a bit but kept it firm. "Alright what do you want?" the kid said panting.

I looked over at Cassidy who seemed to be having more trouble than I was blood was dripping from her nose but the bully didn't look any better his face was all scraped up and had almost identical to the scratches on my face but seemed better aimed and deeper. "Call off you buddy first"

"Why should I?" the boy spat back at me I then reseeded to twisting his arms. "Alright, Alright Craig we lost; let her go." As soon as she was away from the little one, who wasn't that little to began with, I continued

"We want those uniforms." I said finally releasing him.

"Why would you want these things" he said sitting up his knees were all bloody with dirt in the cuts.

"That's none of your business" Cassidy piped in "You will hand those uniforms over or Bob here will have to pin you again." she added, wiping her bloody nose once more.

"That's right. Thanks Sarah" I said giving her a fake name as will and glaring at the bullies.

"Let's just give them what they want Sean." Craig wined removing his sash. Once they handed over the uniforms, we took off. Once back to our tent we tried them on. The uniforms drowned us both but it was the best we had.

The next day we would start our conning again. After two weeks of walking door to door, we had been given just over thirty dollars, which was just about gone because Cassidy had to buy some things ‘lady stuff‘ is what she said. I knew what she was talking about after all she was almost 12.

It was raining that day and very cold. The house was a two story with gray brick. The hedges were gorgeously trimmed even though it was early December. We quickly splashed our way up to the door in our faded ponchos and knocked the brass Arcainine door thingy. A man around fifty answered the door. He was tall and his salt and peper hair was just beginning to thin out. His matching mustache was neatly combed. Even though he was rather muscular, but a belly was starting to form. Cassidy just stared for a moment instead of reciting her usual. The next thing I know she throws her arms around the man. He looks down at her and puts a gentle hand on her head “Cassie” he mummered. She looks up to him with a begging glance, “We’re in trouble Jackson”.