悟芳田

     She had a visitor.

     She almost never had visitors, unless you could count her landlord that came around every so often to remind her that there was no smoking allowed inside the apartment. Tch, Ceci hated that guy. 

     But no, she didn’t think it was him. The knocks were different, and she had plenty of time on her hands to think about it. Her landlord’s knocks were less confident; weak. The fact that this was different was suspicious enough. But still, the woman sat down her mug of coffee, strolled over to the door, and opened it. 

     Only enough to peek through the tiny crack she had made - and boy, was she glad that that was the most she did. 

        five years.

        it’s been five years since she left, five years since she broke away from team aqua and five years since yoshida had last seen her. for the first four years he figured she did not want to be found... but he was worried, so worried it interfered with his work performance and left him more stressed than ever.

        for an entire year he used his tracking skills to find her. any signs, any clues, any hints to where she might be. they all pointed him towards unova, and that’s where he went, taking a leave from work to go there, saying it was an emergency.

        the door quivers beneath his large fist. he hears the shuffling of feet behind it before it opens just a smidgen.

        does she recognize him?

     [ she felt like she had been standing there for ages, years, listening to this guy talk on and on. drone on and on, rather. at least, that’s what it seemed like. important interpol stuff, yeah, and she wants to be apart of this, because, hell, she was a shitty kid. she wants to prove herself. prove she wouldn’t be the kid who threw the punches at the weak, but rather, threw the punches for the weak. this was the time to redeem herself.

     but FUCK did this guy keep on talking and talking. he said something at one point about some guy that she was going to be assigned to. agent yoshida. hopefully he wasn’t as boring as this guy had been. there were times at which she had to try and not make a snappy comeback to what this guy was saying, blurt out ‘hey, okay, can we get this show on the road, already?’ but she knew that if she did that her chances would be toast. she’d be over. so she bites her tongue and listens to the man talk.

     that is, until there is a knock at the door, and sergeant belousov is cut off.

     thank arceus.

     she turns her attention to the door, and when the sergeant says ‘come in’, part of her expects it to be her parents that walk through, tell her that they’re proud of her for trying to turn around her life. but, instead, in walks someone completely different. what a surprise. she quirks a brow at the other, examining him. when the sergeant speaks once more, she turns to look at him, and he confirms that yes, this is agent yoshida, and yes, he is going to help her out by training her.

     oh boy.

     when they’re dismissed, and yoshida gestures for her to follow, she complies, her hands in her pockets as she follows along. when he asks her if she’s ever fired a gun, she takes a moment to think, before answering. ]

Toy guns, yeah. Real gun? Nah.

        a pause as he stops to consider her for a moment. she’s never fired a gun? most people that find their way into interpol have some experience with weapons. what comes out of his mouth is perhaps a little more rude than usual, but he can’t help it, ` and i thought they’d hire someone with experience. `

        trying to egg her on. not only does she need to use a weapon, but she needs patience. if she’s one to lose her temper far to quickly, things could get ugly.

        ` i assume you at least know how to pokémon battle. and throw punches of your own. `

        well, he knows what they’ll start with. there’s a shooting range not too far from headquarters that he can take her too, show her how to handle a gun and how to shoot one too. not hard when you get the hang of it, not hard at all.

        a sigh slips past his lips. when they step out of headquarters, he reaches for one of his poké balls to release archer. the arcanine sniffs towards the strange girl curiously, ears perked and tail held high. who is she? who is she? a new friend!

        ` looks like it. maybe we should take him to get ice cream with us. `

        yoshida had never really been thrilled with dragon-types, but something about this little creature warms his heart. if this all goes well, perhaps he’ll let the gible join him permanently. standing up straight with gible against his chest, he beams at jasmine and begins walking again.

        he rubs the gible on the snout and it snaps playfully at his finger, but he’s quick to pull his hand away and gently scold it. he doesn’t want to lose a finger to this pokémon!

me: okay!! that’s fine!!

person: —because you are a girl and girls shouldnt talk like that