So, here we go again
Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon.
Chapter 11: And yet another complication… Poor Rachel
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
Winfield eeped. Rachel’s Pikachu chased him out, spitting sparks.
“Sheesh!
Since that magic glowy pen didn’t work earlier, why is he still bothering me?”
I have no idea. Sparky
said helpfully.
Rachel glared as Winfield ran out. * This is getting annoying… *
Elsewhere…
“Binding Flames!”
“Moon Star Boomerang!”
The two girls jumped apart as the confection stand lady who had turned into a youma disintegrated.
“Sigh.”
“I just wanted to take a walk in the park, is that too much to ask for?” Ashline said, glaring at nothing in particular, except maybe the world.
“Possibly.”
“What if the ‘Dark Kingdom’ found out our identities?”
“Well, I think we’re still safe for now.”
“That’s good.”
The two walked on. It had been nearly a month… since Charlotte had become a senshi. Life was not getting easier.
But the Dark Kingdom seemed to have a different plot now.
They weren’t so much draining energy as… looking for something?
“Can it be the princess we’re trying to find?”
‘I think so.” Ashline said, looking up from her Spanish vocabulary chart. * Ugh… *
“Yo! Hentai Umbreon! We could use some help!” Garina groused.
Misty laughed.
Winfield shot in the door, followed by Lance, who was throwing jagged ice shards. One nailed it in the leg.
“Quit trying to mess with our heads! Since we’re supposed to find this ‘princess’, then we need some way to find her!” Lance snapped.
“Lance, what
did he do?”
Lance coughed. “I caught him
looking at porn on my laptop.”
‘NANI!?”
Misty grabbed Winfield, threw him against the wall, and attempted to mallet him into the floor while the others watched on.
The attempt worked quite well.
“What a baka…”
A flattened Umbreon attempted to rise from the floor without much success.
“So, do we get a power upgrade or something?” Garina asked. “That would help.”
“Um… I don’t know.”
“Do you at least have a princess detector?”
“Hold on.”
The group watched while Winfield turned eighteen back flips before something finally fell out.
It was… a box.
It was a cardboard box.
It was a black and white cardboard box that was…moving?
“This?”
“Ack! Wrong item!”
While Lance pulled out another pair of sharp pointy objects and Misty grabbed her mallet and Ashline picked up her hefty Spanish Dictionary and Garina simply released her Nidoking, Winfield frantically turned more somersaults.
Finally, down fell a pen.
Charlotte abruptly woke up as it bounced off her forehead with a clank.
“Well.” Ashline said. “Looks cute.”
“What does it do?” The practical Garina asked.
Winfield sweated. “Um… it’ll glow if the princess is within five miles.”
‘… Could be worse.” Misty finally broke in.
“Well, someone should carry it around.”
All eyes turned to Ashline. “Nani? Why me?”
“Because! You’re the only one who can kill the monsters.”
“A-all right…”
“Don’t worry, it can’t be that bad.” Lance reassured her. “Now let’s see…” He flicked his fingers and pulled a blade out of midair. “Winfield, you still owe me…”
Umbreon fled while Lance ran after it.
“Aren’t you worried about him?”
“Ne?”
“Your boyfriend seems a bit off.” Charlotte observed.
“Well, he’s been stressed lately.”
“So have we all…”
They all groaned when a scream sounded outside.
“Since that wasn’t Winfield, let’s assume another ‘dark kingdom minion’ found us, shall we?”
The group transformed quickly and then jumped outside.
Rachel and her Jolteon and Pikachu were fighting off a rocky youma.
“Oh no…” Ashline sighed, looking at the symbol glowing on her forehead.
“How?” Charlotte asked, as she used Binding Flames to constrain the monster temporarily.
“I don’t know… but Winfield must have given her the wrong pens…”
“Mermaid’s Enchantment!”
A wave of blue notes slammed into the beast, and Ashline finished off with another Moon Star Boomerang.
Finally done…
Ash shook her head.
Winfield showed up, and made his speech to a nearly hysterical Rachel who was not at all pleased with this turn of the screw.
She looked perfectly annoyed in the yellow fuku with her hair spiked in some strange wave and spikes sticking out of the back of her uniform. Jolteons were like that though…
The earrings weren’t too bad, just little… icicles? Well, yellow spikes then. And the gloves went up almost to her shoulders, which could be a pain, but overall, it could be worse.
She still wasn’t happy.
“This is only until we find the princess and she fixes everything,” Rachel vowed. Okay, Sailor Jolteon, but that wasn’t the point.
The position was clearly temporary, of course.
Who wanted to be stuck with such a job?
End Chapter
Completed 4/12/04
Created 3/20/04