𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔲𝔫 ; ★ link
tobitatsuu:
★ — klinklang’s charge beam hit like — what daiki imagines to be — a low-grade atomic weapon. it all happened so quickly: the bout of too much light, an interruption of the chaos, or perhaps just a different breed of it. and now the two rockets are running from the law. not some rented-out losers with prop badges, but the real deal, the boys in blue — cops.
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Link didn’t resist as the Pikachu was wrenched out of his arm; the pokemon had barely struggled against him anyway, so it must have been useless at any rate. The grunt’s feet moved quickly -- running was always something he had been good at. At the bottom of the stairs he flung open the emergency exit leading out into the alley behind the department store. They weave through the back He was ready to keep going until Daiki’s voice, through ragged breaths, reached out and stopped him in his tracks.
The blonde hesitated. He looked back at his old superior with a look of subdued uncertainty for a moment before deciding to hang back. Link leaned forward slightly, placing a hand on the brick exterior of a nearby building to support himself as he caught his own breath. Daiki lit up a cigarette beside him and, along with the smoke that exited his lungs a few pointed words dug into Link’s side.
Link was far from a genius, but he wasn’t naive. He knew that he was a tiny, insignificant piece of a very large machine -- a pawn, and a very replaceable one at that. But the street went both ways; he was using Team Rocket just as much as Team Rocket used him.
“That a serious question?” Link shot Daiki an aggravated look. “Why else would I still be runnin’ with Rocket? Puts food on the table.”
That was the simple answer, of course. There were lots of things Link could be doing that would pay the bills -- but he had been with Team Rocket since he was a kid, and old habits didn’t die easily. Besides, crime was in his blood. Some people were just born to live and die that kind of life.
The mention of food elicited a loud growl from his stomach in response. Link’s face twisted into a grimace. “Hey, you owe me lunch. I’d be neck-deep in Fire Blast Noodles if you hadn’t run into me back there.”
