Pewter City at dusk is a study in contrasts: a quiet, "stone-gray" mining town that comes alive with the warm, fading hues of the sun hitting its high-altitude, craggy surroundings. As the sun sets, the city prepares for a cold, starry night nestled between mountains
The harsh grey rock of the city walls and pathways begins to absorb the twilight, turning deep indigo and violet. The last rays of the sun paint the tops of the steep, surrounding cliffs in a bright orange, quickly fading into a cold, dark-sky blue.
All and all, It is a calm, quiet place. The bustling traffic of the day slows down, replaced by the faint, distant sounds of tamed Geodude's settling into the jagged mountain crevices ready to hibernate for the night.
Brock's gym looks imposing. The stone-gray walls turn almost black, but the entrance lights flicker on, casting a warm yellow glow on the entrance rocks, ready for late-night challengers.
As for for Pewter city's museum of science?
The large, modern building's pink roof is dimmed by the twilight. Inside, the lights remain bright, reflecting the fossils and the space shuttle exhibit against the darkening outside world. The surrounding garden is now a silhouette of jagged fossils and boulders.
The bright red and blue logo of the Poké Mart is the primary beacon in the darkening city, welcoming trainers to buy supplies before the long trek to Mt. Moon
As the sun fully sets, the city is bordered by high, dark cliff faces on all sides, blocking out the horizon and making the sky overhead feel very close. The stars in Kanto look incredibly bright, especially when looking up from the center of town.
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As the last sliver of amber sun vanishes behind the jagged peaks of the northern mountains, Pewter City's "slums"—a cluster of weathered stone dwellings tucked into the shadows of the excavation cliffs—fall into a deep, bruised purple.Descending into the gloom, the pair is a jarring sight against the grit of the mining district
She moves like a ghost through the thickening twilight. Her beauty is haunting and alien; her long, straight hair is the color of fresh snowfall, catching what little light remains. Every detail of her face is monochrome perfection—from her startlingly white eyelashes and brows to her silver eyes. If one looked closely enough, they would see her pupils are shaped like intricate snowflakes, cold and crystalline. Cradled gently in her hands is a small, unconscious Diglett, its smooth brown skin contrasting sharply against her pale, porcelain skin.
Towering beside her is a Team Rocket Grunt who defies the usual scruffy reputation of the syndicate. He is tall and strikingly handsome, his powerful, well-built frame filling out the standard-issue black uniform with an imposing grace. His long black hair is pulled back into a sleek half-updo, leaving a few dark strands to frame his obsidian eyes. The oversized, blood-red "R" on his chest and cap glows like a warning sign in the dark, marking him as a predator in this quiet mountain town.
They stick to the shadows where the gray stone walls meet the dirt paths. The grunt keeps a hand near his belt, his eyes scanning the narrow alleys for any signs of the Pewter police or Brock's scouts, while the woman follows silently, her white hair shimmering like a dying star in the encroaching night.
"It's safe" one of them said. And the other simply nods before continuing.
The pair slips deeper into the labyrinth of the slums, where the air smells of damp earth and coal dust. The Starry sky overhead is now a heavy charcoal, making the glowing red "R" on the Grunt's chest pulse like a heartbeat in the dark.
Floating lazily beside the man is his Koffing, its spherical, cratered body oozing a thin, noxious violet haze. The Pokémon's wide, vacant grin and the faint hiss of its gas serve as a silent, toxic warning to the desperate souls lingering in the alleyways. Every time a shadow moves in a doorway, the Grunt shifts his weight, his tall, muscular frame shielding the woman as he casts a sharp, territorial glare that sends onlookers scurrying back into the gloom.
The woman remains a silent, luminous figure in the center of the grime. Her white hair and silver eyes seem to catch a light source that doesn't exist, making her look like a fallen star being dragged through the dirt. She keeps her gaze downward, her focus entirely on the unconscious Diglett tucked against her chest, her snow-white lashes casting long shadows against her pale cheeks.
They finally reach a weathered door, its wood silvered by age and stone-grit, tucked into the crevice of a unassuming alley. It is a humble, hidden place—a stark contrast to her ethereal presence. The Grunt stands post at the threshold, his hand resting on the hilt of a Pokéball while his Koffing circles above, a dark sentinel guarding the entrance to her sanctuary.
"We're here" Angel said quietly.
" so this the place huh?, quite a shit hole.. I almost feel bad for you "
"Can't you say anything nice?"
"Hmm well it's pretty hidden and quite unassuming.. a good place to hide and settle down for a bit I guess?"
"Not really the compliment I was expecting but I'll take it nonetheless" she laughs softly.
Hearing her laugh, Odin let's down his guard a bit before finally telling her to keep the diglett save for a while. Because he needs to hit up the TR base and sell those 2 Diglett's.
"Will you able to manage on your own?" Angel asked with a trace of concern.
Odin hearing this bullshit finds himself twitching a bit.
"Da fuck do you mean if can manage on my own? Think I'm a baby or something? Don't make me plug your mouth my cock"
"Odin... even though you had a town map.. I had to guide you back to the city.. and my place is pretty well hidden."
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"...."
"...."
"Koffing?"
"Shit look.. Fine!.. just point me to the direction of the bench, where we first met"
Angel doesn't even bother getting mad at Odin and his rude comments. Spending 1 day with this guy is enough to figure him out somewhat.
So Angel with a haughty expression, quickly gives Odin the general direction and even tips and how to come back towards her house.
After taking it all in the both of them say their goodbyes.
Odin now left alone in the night, looks at his town map..
"Hmm.. should I just knock back on her door and force to explain the directions again?... nah fuck that.. I kiss Koffing."
Koffing sensed a strange disturbance in the air.. but after looking around and seeing nothing. He quickly wrote it off as just his imagination.
Odin pivots away from the girl's door, his boots crunching on the dry, stony earth as he turns back toward the heart of the slums. He doesn't head for the city gates; instead, he dives deeper into the labyrinth of dilapidated stone huts and abandoned mining sheds.
With the Town Map gripped in one hand and his Koffing hovering like a toxic lantern beside him, he navigates the narrowest veins of the district. He follows the specific markers the girl provided—past a rusted water tower and behind a row of crumbling warehouses that the city's official maps ignore.
"Ah.. I remember this"
The Team Rocket Base is camouflaged perfectly within the decay. To any passing trainer or police officer, it looks like just another hollowed-out stone tenement, but as Odin approaches a heavy, reinforced steel door hidden behind a stack of empty crates, the red "R" on his chest catches the light of a hidden security camera.
With a low hiss of hydraulics, the door slides open, revealing a sharp contrast to the cold mountain night: a high-tech, brightly lit corridor humming with the sound of servers and the chatter of other operatives. He steps inside, the Koffing trailing behind him, as the door seals shut, vanishing once more into the shadows of the Pewter City slums.
He strides past the humming machinery of the base, his heavy boots echoing against the metallic floor until he reaches the Mission Center. The sterile, blue-tinted lights of the hub reflect off his black uniform as he approaches the main desk.
Waiting for him there is Lucy. She is a striking contrast to the snowy-haired girl he just left; her hair is a vibrant, fiery red that falls in soft waves over her shoulders, and her eyes are a deep, piercing emerald green that seems to calculate his every move. She leans against the console, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watches him approach with his Koffing still drifting lazily at his side
"Still alive? Not Dead yet?' She asks with a clear disgust in her tone.
"Nope still alive and kicking Baby!"
'Ugh.. why didn't he just die'
"It seems being handsome, a good fuck, a pokemon battle expert and a good pokemon tracker Aren't my only talents"
Odin said, clearly boasting with a smug expression.
"Since when are you any of these?"
"Since I was fucking born bitch!"
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"I'll have you know that despite being a receptionist. I'm fully capable of bullying a rookie like you who just started"
"I'll have you know that despite being a rookie with a 12inch Cock, I'm fully capable of bending your spine and dick you down from the back"
" Fuck you! I'll have you know I'm ful- "
"Listen Bitch we can do this all day all night. But I rather we get down to business already. Because unlike you. I actually have pussy waiting for me back home. I bet you Wish you can say you a 12inch Cock waiting for you at home, Ha!"
Odin said with all the smug in the world as he Confidently cut her off.
'Damn is he actually that big? And tch, he's right I don't have a 12 inch cock waiting for me. Nor do I even have a man waiting for me at home.. not like I need any anyways' Lucy thought to herself.
"Fine did you complete your daily routine?"
Lucy said, with a fake confident posture to hide her slight embarrassment at Odin's remarks and his rude interruption as she was about to lay down her roast session.
"Yeah got about 2 Diglett's here.. I swear who comes up with these names"
"Alright hand them over and pass me your TR Card. So I can transfer the points."
"Aye baby, say no more"
'Just ignore him, just ignore him, just ignore him.'
Odin handed over the 2 Pokéballs in his possession and his TR card. As he watched Lucy take them away.
She first put both of the Pokéballs containing diglett's in them, into a machine.
Which afterwards started making computer ish sounds?.
Eventually the process was done and Lucy went over to her computer to see the results.
"Holy shit 2 silver-ranked potential Diglett's?"
"Da fuck are you so surprised about?. What did you think?. Did you think being handsome, a good fuck, a pokemon battle expert, a pokemon tracker and survivalist were my only talents?"
"Did you just casually add more your talents?"
"Huh?"
"No nevermind, are you just lucky or do you have some sort of way to see a Pokemon's potential"
"Nope... but I do have x-ray vision... hmm it seems you are wearing black panties"
"Nope, it's red. So much for your x-ray vision"
"Damn it" Odin said in disappointment.
'Hmm yeah, what was I even thinking. There is no way this idiot can see a Pokemon's potential. That is impossible. He probably just got lucky. Beginners luck or something.'
Lucy thought to herself, while looking at this idiot staring hard at her chest. Trying to see if he can see the color of her bra.
'Yeah definitely just an idiot'.
"Well so anyways.. how much am I getting... I have shit to do.. like piping down my bitch who's waiting for me at home." Odin said still staring at her chest"
' I miss Angel's breast'.
"Ahem, since Diglett's are quite valuable despite being an F-Rank Pokémon. You will be receiving 32 TR points"
"Whaat just 32? That's less than what I started out with"
"Trust me rookies don't even this much from the start. And grunts in general are pretty useless.. only really useful as Canon fodder and background characters to fill in the space.. in other words. The lowest of the bunch"
"Ouch.. babe, you don't have to hurt my feelings like that. Just because I wasn't planning to bend your spine today. Seriously girls are so resentful"
'IGNORE IGNORE IGNORE!'
"AHEM!!, so anyways. Diglett's are quite valuable because their usefulness in Soil cultivation/tilting and even pest control. In other words Diglett's are a farmers best friend. As they are pretty good at agriculture. And If can't find a buyer, we will just sell as food. Either way it has many ways to be used and turn into profit." Lucy explained with a professional tone.
"Hmm I see, and I guess they can be useful for mining and digging as well.. I presume"
"Correct".
"Well good to know. Now give me my points already".
'Fuck I hate this guy'.
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[CENTER NR.2]
"So how much for an an flash light?"
"3TR sir."
'About as much as a pokeball.. not sure how expensive that is.. but a flash light is needed since I'm planning to farm in the Diglett's cave for some time.'
"Uhh what about a pokemon back?"
"Small, medium or large?"
"Uh. Just tell me all of them"
A small bag cost 10TR. Which is about the size of a waist bag. The medium bag cost 15TR. Which is about the size of a school bag or the bags that you see trainers walk around town with. And a large bag is 25TR points. Those are camping size.. only really used for long outdoor survival, like those pesty hikers who stays days inside of cave."
"Damn so you are telling me a fucking waist bag cost almost as much as a Silver-Potential Diglett?"
"Sir, anything that increases your survival rate and possibly extends your miserable and pathetic life, is naturally bound to be more expensive."
'Bitch'
"Fine whatever. Just give me the medium size bag"
"Okay!♡"
"Tch, how annoying"
"Would you like anything else?"
"4 poke balls.. and don't forget the flash light!"
" Okay, that would be a total of 30TR. "
"Fucking hell!"
"Pleasure doing business♡"
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[CENTER NR.3]
"Uh yeah.. I would like to exchange my 2 last miserable TR points for some actual cash"
"Sure thing, the amount you recieve would be ¥200"
"Cool..."
"Sir of you don't mind me asking.. why does a simple Grunt need ¥. People like you aren't even allowed inside the Poké Mart or any other store for that matter"
"Wait for real?!"
"Uhh yeah? Did you think they were going to just let a Team Rocket member walk in and peacefully sell you their goods so you can go harm other people"
"Huh.. well now that you put it that way. I guess that makes sense... well despite that I have my ways babe, I got a pocket porter/navigator/Wikipedia with me. So I should be fine"
" a wiki what now? "
"Uhh a Wikipedia? Don't you guys have that here?"
"No... well anyways here is your ¥200, good luck with whatever you want to do."
"Thanks.. by any chance.. is there a place to crash out here for a goodnight sleep?"
"There is, but don't expect any luxurious room or anything, the quality is low and all of you are sharing a room, if that is fine with you, go ahead and crash. If not, then go find your own private room.. and if you don't have one.. then tough love kid, I guess your going to have to share beds with other grown smelly man"
"Nah I'm good, got a bitch with a house. Thanks for the info"
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*sniff*
"Ahh fresh air, smells like rocks and dirt and booze.. fuck the slums really stink"
Odin meticulously made his way back to Angel's house after getting lost a couple of times
*knock knock knock*
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Soon a door opened and Angel's face slowly peaks out
Odin not giving a fuck just grabs the door handle and quickly opens the door, giving Angel a slight scare.
"Odin please don't do that.. I actually thought I was about to get robbed"
"Yeah whatever save it, look what I got instead"
Angel quickly forgetting about the door incident. Peaks her head out as Odin takes his bag out and puts it on the ground, trying to showcase the goods.
"I'm guessing things went well? And what did you get?" Angel's said enthusiastically
Odin pointing at the bag first, says;
"For starters, I got this awesome bag, jet black, with a awesome red "R" logo on it
Plus 1 for style am I right?."
"Nice with this bag we can finally start carrying things around more efficiently.. and I don't need you to pretend to be an idiot anymore.. just because you want me to shove my hand in your pocket"
Odin listening to her obvious slandering, simply shrugs before grinning.
" I don't know about that.. but I got some flash light.. so the dark shouldn't much of an issue now."
" Sweet, than I'll carry the flash light for you when we need it."
"Duhh, what the fuck did you think? That I was going to carry it?. Obviously the plan was for you use it!"
Odin gave Angel firm slap on her ass, for no particular reason other than he felt like it.
"Ouch... you could go a bit easy.."
"Yeah whatever listen, I got 4 poke balls as well. So let's catch that Diglett.. wait what happened to that Diglett anyways?"
"Oh he's asleep or unconscious.. either way i layed him on my bed.. let me go quickly grab him"
"Aye"
In the meantime Odin decided to clean up a bit, putting everything back in the bag and only kept 2 Poké balls on with him. One from Koffing and the other one is a empty ball waiting for a Diglett to insert itself.
"Btw Koffing why you do look so weird?.. like you look weirder than normal"
~Koffing... Koffing...
Koffins tiredly called out its own name while sticking out his tongue occasionally.
"Hmm yeah I don't understand you.. I'll just let Angel deal with you, you blob"
Not long after Angel appeared with a weak but soundly sleeping Diglett in her embrace.
Odin sparring no time, quickly pointed the Poké ball towards the Diglett and quickly caught it.
"Well now that is done.. I can get 16 more TR points. Sweet"
"TR Points?" Angel asked curiously.
"Yeah.. it's basically own private currency.. pretty dope right?"
"I guess?"
"Anyways could you take a look at this blob? I don't think he's feeling well. Too bad I don't speak idiot so I don't get what he's saying"
Angel glanced at Koffing and seeing him look pretty exhausted.
"Koffing poopie what's wrong?"
~Koffing... Koffing..
Koffing repeated the same motion he did with Odin earlier hoping she might understand him better.
Angel's eye suddenly opened wide
"Odin... when was the last time you fed him?"
"Uhh can't remember... ow wait that's right
I never did fed him, since I got him early this morning. Well you what they say, if I can't remember it, Than it must of never happened"
Angel ignoring Odin's bad joke, immediately rushed to Koffing's side and embraced him
"Aww poopie I'm sorry I didn't notice before.. don't worry we'll get you nicely fed."
"ODIN! THAT'S ACTUALLY HORRIBLE!!.
How can you not feed your own Pokémon at least. Just look at him.. he's so sad..
And Odin dont you know pokemon spend alot energie fighting and you practically kept him in triple Stockpile mode for pretty much the entire time!." Angel shouted angrily at Odin.
"Uhh.. I forgot? Or didn't even think about it to be honest.*
"Odin!"
"Fine!.. look I got ¥200 with me, how about we all get something eat.. I bet you haven't eaten anything yet... I sure haven't.. other than the beef jerky I had this morning and some vodka.."
Hearing they were going to eat, both Angel and Koffing perked up with excitement, quickly forgetting how shitty Odin is.
"Hmm ¥200.. that should be enough to get us something cheap but filling" Angel said while pondering.
"Come follow me, I know a nice cheap snack bar that sells both human and pokemon food.. although pokemon can also eat human food.. and human food are cheaper.. hmm"
Angel only thought for a bit before quickly shoving everything in the back of her minds as she grabbed Odin's hand to lead him towards the snack bar. And koffing joyfully following behind them.
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The "RockStar Snack Bar" sits like a rugged oasis in the heart of Pewter City, its neon sign casting a jagged, electric-blue glow against the ancient, dark stone of the surrounding buildings. Above, the Kanto sky is a deep indigo velvet, dusted with a dense spray of stars that seem to mirror the shimmering silver in the girl's gaze.
The air is crisp with the scent of grilled Berries and salty street noodles. Standing at the counter is a girl who looks less like a local trainer and more like a fragment of a winter Gale. Her hair is a cascading fall of pure, blinding white, and her skin has the translucent quality of fresh frost. Even her eyelashes and eyebrows are stark white, framing eyes that hold the brilliance of polished silver and pupils shaped like delicate, intricate snowflakes.
She speaks softly to the cook, her voice lost to the night, but her presence is amplified by the hovering terror beside her. A massive Koffing floats at her shoulder, its purple, porous skin scarred and weathered. It looks utterly exhausted, its eyes rimmed with dark circles from lack of sleep, and its stomach clearly growling for a bowl of Pokémon crunch.
Yet, despite its fatigue, the Koffing is a picture of lethal devotion. It emits a low, rhythmic hiss of toxic gas, its jagged teeth bared in a permanent scowl. It pivots slowly, scanning the nearby shadows with a menacing glare that warns every passerby: this girl is the most precious treasure in Kanto, and it will let the world choke on smog before letting a single soul come near her.
"Excuse me do you still happen to have any pokemon food?" Angel asked with a concerning tone.
"Ahh sorry Missy, but we are out, it's a bit late you see, we are actually almost about to close up here." The snack bar owner said.
"Hmm its okay, thank you anyways.. Then I'll just have 3 bowls of Ramen.. uh make them Blaziken Ramen."
"Ohh blaziken huh, haha coming right up!"
"Thank you sir. Also is it posible to put them in disposable bowls. And can I have disposable chopsticks with them as well"
"Sure thing Missy.. a take out order it is than. By the way Missy, are you planning to feed that tough looking fella behind you. Koffing don't exactly have arms to slurp on noodles."
"Sure thing mister!. I'm just going to have to feed him myself.. the poor thing is starving."
"Hahaha, that he sure is. He is practically drooling just smelling the food in the kitchen."
"Haha, yeah it's been a long day.. he can't wait to eat" Angel said with an innocent and pure smile.
"You know what Missy, since it will still take a good 20min or so to get your 3 bowl of Blaziken Ramen ready. How about you let me give him a small treat, it will be on my tap!"
"Really? Thank you!"
~Koffing koffing. He said excitingly.
The owner grabbed a piece of beef jerky and handed it over to Angel.
Angel after taking the beef jerky, she quickly gave it to Koffing and he hurriedly started eating it like there was no tomorrow.
"Aye, slow down poopie haha, come on. The food won't run away from you!" Angel said as he she fed the Koffing while gently and tenderly caressed Koffing's body
The owner looking at this once intimidating and tough Koffing turn into a puppy at Angel's touch and care. Couldn't help but smile at this wholesome scene.
"Missy your pokemon really does seems to love you alot.. and I mean this, I've seen many trainers walk around with their pokemon. But rarely do I see one love their trainer this openly"
Angel paused a but when hearing this.. for Koffing isn't really her pokemon.. but rather it's Odin's pokemon. But knowing now is not the time to fact check him, as she needs to hide the fact that this is actually a Team Rocket's Pokémon used solely for the purpose of murder and theft.
"A-ah yes, me and Koffing share a deep bond with each other, we're best buddies forever!"
"KOFFING!" Koffing yelled out in agreement!
"Aww I'm such a sucker for these type of scenes.. you know buddy, have another beef jerky! It's one the house!" The owner joined in on the fun.
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20 minutes later..
"Here you go Missy, be sure to come by again sometime. not going to lie, Never Thought a Koffing of all Pokémon will grow on me." The owner said with a tender smile as he handed 3 plastic bags to Angel.
"I'll be sure to come by again mister!."
Angel said as he took the 3 plastic bags from the owner.
And finally both bid goodbye to each other as Angel went her way and the owner decided to close up the bar.
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The Pewter City Park is an expanse of manicured serenity, its rolling lawns silvered by the Kanto starlight. The stone pathways, carved from the same gray rock that gives the city its name, wind through rows of perfectly trimmed shrubs and quiet fountains. Under the vast indigo sky, the park is eerie in its stillness—a deserted sanctuary where the only sound is the distant chime of wind through the trees.
Angel moved across the grass like a ghost of winter. Her snow-white hair catches the celestial glow, and her expression is no longer one of quiet observation but of radiant warmth. Beside her, the Koffing is transformed. Though his gaze remains sharp, darting across the shadows to ensure they remain alone, his spherical body bobbles with a newfound lightness. He is mostly fed but not fully. But still satisfied, and floating with a contented hum, yet he remains anchored to her side—a loyal, hovering fortress protecting his masters Mate.
On a weathered stone bench near the park's center sits a tall, well-built young man. He wears the stark black uniform of a Team Rocket Grunt, the iconic crimson 'R' nearly swallowed by the darkness. His hat is pulled low, casting a deep shadow over his features, but it cannot hide the sharp, handsome line of his jaw or the way his long black hair, tied in a sleek half-updo, bleeds into the night sky. His black eyes, visible beneath the brim, tells a deep and heavy story about how bored he is.
As Angel approaches, her smile is a dizzying mix of bright, wide-eyed innocence and a subtle, lingering trace of seductiveness. She holds out three plastic bags, the steam from the containers inside fogging the plastic in the cool night air.
"I brought dinner," she said, as she hands over the three bowls of Blaziken Ramen, each with a set of disposable chopsticks tucked neatly inside. The intimidating Koffing settles into a low, protective hover behind her, watching the Odin with a look that says. Yow bro I procted Your mate and kept her nice and save, so please drop the attitude and don't forget to feed me from now on!.
Odin shifted on the cold stone bench as the scent of spicy broth reached him. He looked up, his dark eyes softening only for a second as Angel stepped into the pool of starlight. The Koffing, sensing Odins gaze towards Angel, drifted forward with a happy, gurgling puff of smoke, nudging Odin's shoulder before immediately pivoting back to face the park's entrance—resuming its vigilant watch.
"You were gone a long time," Odin said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated in the quiet park. He took the heavy bags from her, his gloved fingers brushing hers. "I was starting to think, fuck it! Maybe I should just risk the Poke-Mart cameras to come find you."
Angel leaned in, her snowflake pupils shimmering with a playful, seductive glint as she tucked a strand of white hair behind a pale ear. "And get yourself arrested? Over ramen?" She let out a soft, melodic laugh. "Koffing handled everything. Nobody dared to even look at me with him huffing poison at them. He's a very good boy, Odin." She caressed Koffing's cheeks. "You should of seen of how hungryand intimidating this poopie looked like."
Koffing puffed out its chest at the praise, looking immensely proud of its successful escort mission.
"Awww Poopie, you're so cute!"
Odin pulled the first bowl of Blaziken Ramen from the bag, snapping a pair of chopsticks with a sharp crack. "He knows what's at stake," he muttered. " no food and a week long of bullying." glancing at her. "In this uniform, I'm a target. But you... you're just a girl in the middle of a starry night. I love that you have to be the one to do the 'errands' just because of my oh so tragic and sad fate of being a Gang Member that won't allow to walk out of my uniform. Hmm.. yes very tragic indeed.."
Angel sat beside him, the hem of her dress fluttering in the breeze. She watched him with an innocent, yet knowing smile. "I don't mind. The cook at the RockStar bar even gave me extra spice because he thought I was 'nice.' He didn't realize I was buying it for a hungry Rocket."
Odin paused, a small, rare smirk tugging at the corner of his handsome mouth. "Nice, huh? If only he knew you were running with the most Baddest and handsome grunt in all of Kanto." He handed her one of the bowls. "Eat. Before it gets cold and Koffing.. Bro.. i dont know how you are going to eat Ramen? But dont expect me to feed you."
"It's okay I'll feed him" Angel said while staring at the Starry sky. "The night Sky here sure is beautiful."
Odin looks up at night sky, and for once actually let's out a genuine Smile. "Yeah.. I guess does look nice."
Angel quietly stares into night sky. Clearly thinking deeply about something, neither Odin or Koffing knows about. But judging from her face. It probably has to do with her past or something.
Both Odin and Koffing awkwardly stare at each other, not really knowing what to do or say. And starts making facial expressions, probably translated into something like. 'Bro I'm just a pokemon! What do you want me to do? Or say for that matter!. Ain't she your mate bro?.'
'Damn why do I perfectly understand this blob, suddenly. '
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"Ahem, so Angel.."
Hmm, yes?"
"This ramen looks pretty good.. smells good too"
"Yeah, this is a Blaziken Ramen, it's one of my favorite and spice is just right!"
"Hmm I see.. soo.. uh.. How do you use chopsticks anyways? I didn't grow up Chinese."
With this, Odin truly captured Angel's attention.
"Wait you really don't know how to use chopsticks?.. Odin did you actually really grew up sheltered?.. or did you have a bad childhood too... is that why you are Part of Team Rocket?"
Odin not knowing how him not knowing how to use chopsticks suddenly turned into sad story backstory. Didn't actually know to reply for once.
Angel noticing his silence, mistook it for him silently confirming that his childhood must of been pretty terrible too just like hers.
And then as if she was a mother who finally found her long lost son, stood up with an elegant grace. And embraced Odin, wrapping her arms tightly Around his neck. As she placed a gentle kiss on his cheeks.
"It's okay Odin.. I'll feed. You can depend on me, I'll take care of you in anyway I can"
She gave him one more tight embrace and another kiss on the cheeks.
Meanwhile both Koffing and Odin are staring at each other, both signaling brainwaves communication that translates to 'Bro I don't know what the fuck is going on!'
Angel reaches out, her pale fingers gently steadying Odin's chin as she takes the chopsticks from his frustrated grip. To her, his struggle isn't just a lack of etiquette; it's a heartbreaking confirmation of the life he must have led. She imagines him as a boy who never had a warm kitchen or a mother to show him the small kindnesses of a meal—only the cold, hard edges of the world. Especially considering all the weird things he has done through out the whole day. Like a big part of this world is just missing from him for some reason.
"It's okay, Odin," she whispers, her voice thick with a sudden, fierce tenderness. "I'm here now. I won't let you go hungry."
Odin's eye widened at her words.
'Yo what the fuck is she saying?!'
She blows softly on a tangle of noodles, cooling the spicy Blaziken broth before lifting it to his lips. Her eyes, with their delicate snowflake pupils, are wide and glistening with an almost desperate devotion. She watches him eat with the intensity of a mother who has finally found her lost child, her heart aching with the need to be useful to him. And must be the one who sustains him.
As she feeds him, she begins to guide his hand, wrapping her small, cool fingers over his larger ones. "See? You hold the bottom one still, like a foundation. Like me," she murmurs, her smile turning slightly wistful, tinged with a hidden fear. "And the top one moves. We work together."
Inside, a dark panic claws at her. She looks at his strong frame and the 'R' on his chest, terrified that if she isn't essential—if he doesn't need her to survive the night—he might disappear into the shadows of Team Rocket and leave her behind. To be left alone is to return to the freezing slums of Pewter City, to the same cruel fate that broke her mother and left her sick and discarded.
'I can't be thrown away'.
She presses closer, the scent of the ramen mixing with the crisp night air. "Depend on me more, Odin," she breathes, her silver eyes searching his. "Let me do this for you. I won't let anyone hurt you, and I won't ever let you go."
Beside them, Koffing watches the intimate scene, thinking to himself 'when is she going to feed me?'. Still, he decides circle around them, forming a protective barrier against any threat that might present itself.
"Yo!, Bitch you're scaring me!" Odin suddenly lashed out and pushed Angel away. but Angel quickly managed to balance herself, saving both herself and the ramen from falling.
"Sorry.. Odin.. I don't know what got into me.. It just sort of happened."
"Nah bitch you crazy" Odin immediately said back.
"But go ahead and continue feeding me tho.. just none of that crazy girl nonsense tho, or I'm out!"
Angel, being obedient, immediately went back to feeding him, this time quiet as he she tenderly feeds Odin until, he finished his bowl.
Koffing taking the chance, immediately scooped in dancing around Angel, clearly begging to be fed next.
Angel understanding him better than anyone, including his own owner. Figured out right away what he wanted. So opened up the other bowl of Blaziken Ramen and began tenderly feeding Koffing as well.
After some time koffing finished eating as well. Now only Angel herself hasn't eaten.
She grabbed her own Bowl and stares at Odin.
"Odin.. can I.. sit on your lap?"
'Sheesh hasn't even been a full day. I must be really irresistible!'
"Sure go ahead. And lower your shirt a bit, just the bit around your shoulder so I can easily access your breast. My hands are getting itchy without fondling them."
Angel just did as she was told and sat on his lap. And slowly started removing a part of her shirt, particularly where her shoulders are at. Letting it fall off and exposing her breast. That now shines under the moonlight. She has no bra's on.
Odin satisfied, starts playing with her boobs as he thinks about her mental stability.
Angel on the other feels comfort from his warm hands on her breast. Feeling like she is in his embraced. Where he won't suddenly be able to disappear. It's a relaxing feeling for her.. one where she can comfortably and quietly eat in peace.
And soon the park went fully quiet, with the occasional slurping sounds being made from Angel.
Koffing now with a full stomach, felt sleepy as the night grew darker. And much more quiet. Eventually he found himself half asleep on the bench. Barely able to keep himself awake.. it has been long day indeed.
Angel as well after finishing her bowl. Felt fuller than she has ever been for days or weeks. A side effect. From constantly starving herself so that her little brother and mother can eat more.
As Odin continued fondling her breast. Never once stopping. She too fell asleep under his gentle touch. As she finally felt safe after a long time.
Odin now noticing both of his companion soundly asleep. One atop of him and the other next to him on the bench.
'Just what am I doing..., I'm suppose to be stealing shit.. committing crimes. Murder rape.. bully.. assault.. theft.. here I am having what seems to be like a family or something.. in damn pokemon world of all places.. this is a world for nerds.. filled with nerds... damn it mark.. you better wish I don't come back.. I swear I'll fuck your mother right infront of you'
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The deep silence of the park is broken only by the rhythmic, heavy breathing of the trio. Angel is curled into Odin's lap, her snow-white hair spilling over his high quality Black uniform like a silken shroud. For the first time in weeks, the gnawing ache in her stomach is gone, replaced by the heavy, comforting warmth of the ramen and the steady, possessive heat of Odin's hands. His fingers move with a slow, rhythmic intensity, a silent claim of ownership that brings her a terrifyingly beautiful sense of security. To her, this touch is the anchor that keeps her from drifting back into the gutters of the slums.
Beside them, the once-menacing Koffing has deflated slightly in sleep, resting on the stone bench with its purple hide twitching occasionally. It is a creature of war, but in this moment, tucked against its master and the girl it was told to guard, it looks almost peaceful.
The peace is shattered by a harsh, artificial beam of light.
"Hey! Park's closed after midnight!" a voice barks.
A Pewter City patrol officer stands thirty yards away, his flashlight cutting a jagged path through the indigo dark until it hits the bench. The light dances over the black fabric of Odin's uniform and the unmistakable red 'R' on his chest.
Odin doesn't flinch. His eyes, sharp and cold as obsidian, snap open instantly. He doesn't move his hands from Angel, but his entire body coils like a Seviper ready to strike. The Koffing's eyes fly open, and it immediately begins to leak a thick, yellow-tinged smog, its drowsy satisfaction vanishing into a low, predatory growl.
The officer freezes, his hand dropping to his belt as he realizes he hasn't just found a pair of vagrants, but a Team Rocket Grunt and a girl who looks like she belongs in a fairytale—guarded by a very hungry, very protective Pokémon
In the middle of all of this, Angel blinks, her snowflake pupils dilating as she rouses from the deepest sleep she's had in years. She feels the cool night air hitting her skin and the grounding, heavy heat of Odin's hands, which remain stubbornly, possessively clamped over her bare chest. He doesn't move to cover her; instead, his grip tightens slightly, a silent statement that he fears no law in this city.
The officer's breath hitches. His flashlight trembles, the beam dancing over Angel's exposed, pale skin and the stark contrast of Odin's black-gloved hands. The sight is a dizzying blur of criminal defiance and raw, ethereal beauty.
'Shit the patrol officer thinks to himself'.
"Wait... please," Angel says, her voice thick with sleep and a desperate, soft sweetness. She doesn't pull away or try to fix her loosened shirt; she simply looks into the light with those shimmering silver eyes, looking every bit the fragile Girl, Odin perceives her to be. "We aren't here to cause trouble. Look... we just wanted to see the stars."
She gestures vaguely to the empty ramen bowls, her movement causing Odin's hands to shift against her, a sight that makes the officer's face flush a deep crimson. "It's been so long since we've had a full meal. We just fell asleep in the warmth of the night. Please, sir... don't take this peace away from us."
Odin remains a silent, looming shadow behind her, his eyes fixed on the officer like a predator marking prey. He doesn't say a word, letting Angel's innocent, seductive plea do the work, while his thumb continues to brush against her skin in a slow, rhythmic motion that mocks the officer's authority
The patrolman hesitates, his hand hovering over his Pokéball. He sees a Low-ranking "criminal" and a girl who looks like a dream, but he also sees a Koffing that is currently swelling with explosive gas, ready to level the bench if a single move is made.
"You... you're a Rocket Grunt," the officer stammers, his voice cracking. "And you're... in a public park, after hours, doing this?"
Angel leans forward, her voice a soft, melodic chime that cuts through the officer's stuttering. "Please, sir," she repeats, her silver eyes shimmering with a practiced, heartbreaking innocence. "He's just a Grunt. He has nowhere else to go. We haven't stolen anything, and we haven't hurt anyone. We just wanted to be warm together for one night. Look at him... does he look like a monster to you?"
She looks back at Odin, who remains a statue of dark defiance. He doesn't move to cover her or apologize. Instead, his thumb continues its slow, rhythmic fondling of her breast, a deliberate and silent mockery of the officer's badge. To Odin, the officer is a minor nuisance; his priority is to just be a fucking scum and continueto play with Angel's nipples in this crazy situation, and he clearly has no intention of letting her go.
Besides them is Koffing who is trying his best to be as intimidating as possible... so far good job boy!.
The officer looks at his radio, then back at the girl's pleading face and the menacing, hungry Pokémon. He knows that calling for backup for a single "low-rank" Grunt might make him look like a fool, especially given the... sensitive nature of what he's interrupted.
Angel's voice, soft and pleading, finally breaks the officer's resolve. "We're leaving soon," she whispers, her silver eyes wide and shimmeringly innocent, even as her body remains exposed to the night air. "Just let us have this one moment of peace. Please."
The officer swallows hard. The Koffing's low, toxic hiss is a physical pressure against his chest, a reminder that even a low-rank Grunt's Pokémon can be lethal when protecting its "master". He can't bring himself to call it in—how would he even describe this over the radio without sounding like a voyeur?.
With a grunt of frustration and a face the color of a Magmar's family jewels, the officer finally clicks the flashlight off.
"Ten minutes," the officer mutters into the sudden darkness, his footsteps retreating rapidly down the stone path. "If I see that uniform here in ten minutes, I'm bringing the whole precinct."
As . sound of the patrolman's boots fades, the park returns to its starlit silence. Angel lets out a shaky breath, leaning her head back against Odin's shoulder. The danger has passed, but the heat between them has only intensified. Odin finally speaks, his voice a low vibration against her spine.
"He's gone, Angel." His hands don't move; if anything, his grip tightens, drawing her even closer into his lap as if to ensure she's still there. "You did well. But I let me tell you something... first you're too beautiful for this world to leave alone. Second, holy shit your My golden get out of jail ticket!"
Angel hearing goofing about again, grabs his face and pulls him closer to her face, before finally intertwining their lips together and eventually their tongue as well. They do this for a whole 5 min, making out passionately as they both tries to please one another.. for Odin it's a competition, but for Angel, it's much more personal and intimate.
Eventually Angel breaks free from the kiss. Their spit tying a knot together.
"Take me home.. before the patrol officer comes back again"
"Aye yeah, better get moving, don't forget to dress yourself up."
"Mhm, do you have a place to stay?'
"Uh yeah? Your bedroom of course. And we're totally fucking by the way."
"Okay.. then let's go home"
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The air in the cramped room is heavy with the scent of old wood and the metallic tang of the Pewter City slums, but between the four walls of Angel's sanctuary, the world outside ceases to exist. Her mother and brother are silent in the adjacent rooms, leaving the night to the frantic, rhythmic symphony of Odin and Angel's union.
Wrapped in the shadows of the room, they find a rare moment of connection that defies the harsh reality of their surroundings. Every breath and movement reflects a deep, wordless understanding, a shared intensity that has built up over time. Angel clings to Odin, finding a sense of security and presence in his strength that she rarely experiences elsewhere in her life.
"Mmmh, mmh, ahhhh, ahhhh"
The silence of the house heightens the intimacy between them. In this space, the dangers of their world are held at bay by the warmth of their embrace. They are focused entirely on one another, lost in the rhythm of the moment and the profound realization that, for now, they are not alone. Their connection is a desperate defiance of the shadows outside, a quiet yet powerful testament to the bond they have forged.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!, wrap your fucking legs around me, and tighten the fuck up bitch!"
As the night deepens, the focus shifts toward the lingering sense of peace and the shared glances that speak of a commitment to protect each other, no matter what the morning brings.