As if his day couldn't get any goddamn worse. Miro was pooling blood from her neck, Mila had a gun pointed at him, and a naked psycho probably-killer was chasing after him. Mila's mention of his age-old nickname echoed amongst the hollow pieces of his long-shattered heart. A name that flashed back unwelcomed memories of laughter and anger and tears suppressed by a year-long decade of pain. It pounded on walls of his heart built through efforts of anger and rage. If the words following had been any different, less laugh, more consideration, they might have broken through. Even if for a mere moment. But, they didn't. No.

Mila laughed. Gestured openly. Taunted him. Jackson felt heated anger rise to his cheeks. "Don't be fucking ridiculous, Mila." Jackson cautiously rose to his feet on the icy floor and clenched both fists as his gaze swung to face Chu-e, then Mila. "This guy has been a thorn in my side since we met and now his mangy mutt's torn open Miro's throat." Flames burned in his eye, the place Miro held in his heart fueling anger beyond the kind he suited for himself.

Jackson had no need, desire, nor want for the taunting thrust to his chest like long daggers from both this man (Ki, had he said? Or was that just another odd noise from a crazy man?) and Mila. And now, god forsake everything in his fucking life, Ki had utilized his old nickname. He was about to pick up Miro and march the 75 pound dog back to a Pokemon Center by himself when the conversation took an abrupt turn and this fucker was seriously suggesting he bring Miro back into the house. Jackson had every mind to tell the scantily-clad man to fuck right off to whatever hell portal he'd strolled out from, but one look at his whimpering Boltund quickly changed the off-key tune of his thoughts.

Fuck.

Jackson's eyes were turned to Boltund when Ki turned tail and darted back into the house. Fortunate for him as he missed the casual flip of Ki's robe revealing more than Jackson desired to see. He stood there, contemplating longer than a moment, before glancing up at Mila with a scowl plastered across his features. "There's nothing going on." Jackson murmured with a short snap, claws sheathed now that Chu-e had momentarily removed his presence. Jackson then cautiously bent to pick up Miro and carry her into the house. He prayed to whatever god he didn't believe in that Ki would put some goddamn clothes on before he showed himself again.

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The streetlight flickered and cast shadow tendrils down the darkened alley. Dressed in dark jeans and a black v-neck t-shirt, Jackson almost blended into the alley's backdrop as he strode, hands in pockets, to the faded wooden door of the bar. A neon sign glowed 'open' through the window and the door creaked ominously as Jackson pushed his way inside.

Although the location strayed from the brightly lit main streets, the bar did not lack popularity. Locals of Rustboro City were oft found mingling and drinking far beyond the benefit of their kidneys within the bar's confines. Jackson already recognized the gray bearded man with his body slumped over the bar table. A heavily tattooed man with short black hair and a sleeveless tank top was nudging his shoulder while crude words spilled off his tongue.

Although Jackson had always had a home, a place to go to, a place with air conditioning and heating and proper water flow, he had always felt that the streets had been his mother. He'd met Miro outside this very bar. Just a small boy trying to find something to occupy his time and escape from the torture of his father. She'd become a friend he'd die for and a friend that had stayed with him through new friendships and new adventures, lost friendships and lost lives.

As comforting as it was to return to this place, he only ever came here when life had turned him on his head. And this week had certainly taken the cake. Taken it. Smashed it. Stomped on it. Rubbed a foot in for good measure. Jackson had spent the hours before coming here screaming obscenities to no one in his downtown apartment while Miro gazed at him with beady eyes laced of worry. A drink had been what he needed and a drink was what he was going to get.

"Scotch on the rocks." Jackson commanded as he slid onto a bar stool two seats away from the drunken regular and crossed his arms across the table. Then, adjusted themselves until his hand was folded under his head and he gazed off into space. The drink arrived in no time (for benefit of a quiet night), it was drunk, and then another was ordered upon his table. Again, it was drunk within seconds, the taste burning a trail down his throat. Jackson wasn't here to sip and enjoy it. He was here to get drunk and forget about the smashed cake.

jayden cross

Chaos erupted from the moment Jackson bolted from the door. Jackson's fist flew through the air to connect with the Zoroark. Zoroark retaliated. Someone shouted Freeze!. A sheet of ice slid beneath his feet. Then, things began to settle as Jackson felt the Zoroark collide with his body and knock him to the ground. He gasped as his breath exhaled roughly from his lungs and his head slammed against the frozen turf.

Miro was staggering to a stand while blood pooled beneath her paws staining the ice. Jackson did nothing in the moment of shock from falling until Zoroark was called back to her owner. Once the weight was lifted, he shakily got to his legs until falling once more on them beside his Boltund. The pain that throbbed subtly in his head ignored for worry of his Boltund. "Your goddamn mutt could have killed her!" He shouted as the electric dog's legs collapsed beneath fatigued muscles and unstable ground. He barely registered the girl with the gun until Boltund licked his hand with reassurance and Jackson finally looked up to see her face.

The gun wasn't what shocked Jackson when his eyes rose. It was the face beyond the gun with that made his heart dropped. A girl, no, a woman he hadn't spoken to in years. A woman who had once been one puzzle piece of his broken life, but then lost again to the fates of circumstance. Michel and Adam were two knots that help tie them together, but as their lives grew complex and the boys grew their independence, the necessity to stay together had faded away. As had their friendship.

He'd heard about Michel's death. Wanted to reach out to her. Contact her. Anything. He'd lost Adam that same day. But...he never did. He never said anything. He faded back into the shadows, only rejoining Team Rocket when it felt like he had nowhere left to go. What had she been doing all this time? Look at how much she'd grown. She seemed different. Prettier, perhaps? More confident? How had she changed so much, when he still felt like so little differed from the past.

He rested a hand on Boltund, who's beady eyes stared up at Mila with cautious curiosity. She recognized her scent. And that Alolan Ninetales. It must be the Vulpix she once spent hours running and playing with. Boltund knew these people. Jackson made have distanced himself from their friendship, but they were still her friends. Ear perked, head tilted, Boltund let out a whimper.

Only then did Jackson speak.

"Mila?"


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Not one to listen. A taste for defiance. The similarities were, perhaps, the creator of the great rift that stretched between them. Jackson grasping for control and Chu-e using his own self to tear it away. Jackson was not one second of fucking surprised that Chu-e had ignored his 'polite' request to keep their distance. Every step of retreat was mirrored with one of approach, Chu-e's casually twirling a finger through his hair with blatant disregard.

By now, Jackson had pressed his back against the wall with one hand on the window sill and another on the Pokeball that housed his Absol. There was truth in saying Jackson was stronger, more powerful, but one thing had grown quickly apparent in their last meeting. Chu-e was not scared of him, as many before had been. Chu-e did not fear the bark, nor the bite. He did not fear his claws, nor the sharp tooth of his words. Chu-e did not fear the bear locked within its cage of fear.

Leaving already? The sultry tone of Chu-e's voice made the hair on Jackson's neck tingle. But the roast is almost done and you have me all alone this time. Was that bile building in his throat. Was he really going to puke all over this man's fancy house? I don't even have anything on me, either... Fucking hell, it was just getting worse. You're free to come and give me a body search to check. "Oh for fucking -" Like a child, he wanted to stick both fingers in his ears and blab along until he could hear no more. "For god's fucking sake, keep your clothes on." He needed to shield his eyes or something before he saw more of things than he desired (but was that really what he wanted?). "If you're that desperate, jerk it off yourself. I'm not fucking interested in any of -" The hand on his Pokeball rose and waved a flat circle in the air, "this."

The conversation likely would have continued like this, a mongoose and snake stuck in power-limbo, if it hadn't been for the loud howl that suddenly filled the air. "Fuck!" The sound was undeniably Miro's. Instead of leaping through the cracked window, Jackson dashed forward and reached a hand to shove Chu-e to the side. "Move out of my way." He spat as he passed, scrambling to the front door and slamming it open.

Natural light flashed through the door to reveal his Boltund and a Zoroark in a brutal fight of tooth and claws. Boltund was held down underneath the Zoroark's weight with a pair of sharp teeth embedded in her throat. Blood trailed down her sleek, yellow chest. Although she'd noticed the Zoroark's approach, her reaction had been too slow to avoid the crazed claws and teeth. "Get your thing off of her!" Jackson spun his head to snap at Chu-e. He didn't wait for a response as he dashed into the open. He didn't have time to think about calling out Absol, or Nickit, or Mienshao. Instead, reckless as he was, Jackson rushed up to the whirlwind of claws and teeth, pulled back a fist and...swung.

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/ur turn milky

If Jackson had bother to allocate more stats to observation than power, he might have noticed the multiple signs of an occupied house. A light from across the hallway. A meaty scent wafting through the house. The reflection of a muted television on the wall. But alas, stats had not been allocated. Jackson thought exactly nothing of the signs indicating life within the house. Instead, he began inspecting objects of the living room, seeking anything more valuable than a few dollars. Nothing. Nothing. Again, nothing. Jackson was beginning to feel irritated and discouraged (were the rumors wrong?) until a sound switched his present feelings to worry.

The quiet buzzing from down the hallway suddenly went quiet. A door creaked open. Wide eyes glanced up from the book of fairy tales he held his hands. Finally, he noticed the TV's flickering screen. Then, the meaty scent filling the air. Last, the sudden, brighter light that shone from through the living rooms wide entry way. His breath hitched in his throat. Fuck! No one was supposed to be home. And Miro hadn't made any notice of anyone approaching the building.

Of course, he had himself to blame for recklessness, but he would never admit that.

Frantic eyes scanned his surroundings, but the entirety of the living room was cast in an unwelcoming light. There was no way to escape to except the opened window behind him. Still, he'd wasted too much time looking for another hiding place. Before he could even get two steps closer to the window, their eyes met. His filter (or lack thereof) couldnt catch the words before they erupted from his mouth.

"Aw, fucking hell." It was this asshole. The one who'd managed to make his life miserable even after their short meeting. To make matters worse, this asshole was all dressed down in some girly pink and blue robe with flushed skin and, by his mind's imagination, nothing underneath.

Jackson wasn't sure if he wanted to fuck him, kill him, or both. If anything, just to grasp back hold of the control Chu-e had threatened to take away from him. Either way, Chu-e's up and down gaze across his body made Jackson feel like he needed to cover up.

"Fuck." Jackson cursed again, his tone almost resigned. "Keep it in your dreams. If I had known this house was yours, I wouldn't have come within fifty miles of it, goddamn." Talk about his bad luck. Now he might really throw himself into the washing machine at home. "Just - don't fucking move." Jackson had learned, somewhat, from the awful experience of a prior week. It was better to keep his distance from this lunatic. "I'm gonna fucking leave." Although his gaze remained locked on Chu-e, his footsteps took him closer to the opened window and the thing he desperately needed.

Freedom.

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The circumstances of Jackson's failed mission had left a massive stain on his mood, as had the the cherry sucker left a massive hole burned in his pocket and a hole in whatever trash can he'd dumped it. Washing his clothes a thousand and one times wasn't nearly enough to rid them of the disgusting stains left of his experience. Jackson contemplated throwing himself into the washing machine at this point.

As it was, Jackson just needed something, anything, to keep him occupied. The most he had to go off of were rumors of someone in a faded white house with plenty of valuables within. Which led him to now. The empty space surrounding Mossadeep stretching on for what felt like miles and the cool breeze a welcomed asset to keeping his sanity beneath the sun's gaze. Boltund was by his side, the loneliness in her absence an experience he never liked.

The walk was uneventful and done in silence, the most signs of life that of another traveler walking in their opposite direction, but at last they arrived. A two story house with a wooden front porch and a carpet of grass wrapping around it's exterior. The only sounds those of the wind shifting through tree tops and birds chattering amongst the waving branches. Boltund sniffed at the mailbox, but otherwise showed little interest in the scents of their surroundings.

His mission was, well... just get in and get out. As the rumors had said, whoever lived here has some pretty valuable items that would make good profit on the black market. All he had to do was break in, steal a few things, and then get out. Easy on paper, difficult in practice. "Miro." The Boltund glanced up at the mention of her name. "Stay outside and keep guard. You'll just be a hassle on the inside." A unsatisfied growl was her response, but she dutifully sat on her hindquarters and stared out at the emptiness that surrounded them.

Jackson advanced on the house, approaching from the side and hugging the side of the building until he came to a partially cracked window, cool air flowing from within. He curled his fingers over the window sill and peered inside. Silence. There had been no signs of anyone being home, so his path should be clear. Granted, perhaps he should have given it more thought than he was. He had Pokemon still at his disposal if the need arose. Cautiously. Carefully. Jackson pushed open the window with a quiet creak and pulled himself through the window and ungracefully stumbled into an empty living room.

Now. What would he take?

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A display of grimace passed along Jackson's features as Chu-e ground his knee further into his lower region. "In your dreams." Jackson hissed, the knife's touch halting further combative words. A feeling of tension gripped Jackson's body as he felt Chu-e's hand slid into the pocket of his pants. The Team Rocket member expected less appropriate actions, but within a moment he felt the hand's presence slip from his pocket and felt a firm hand shove him away.

After the initial stumble, Jackson didn't move as Chu-e pulled his pathetic pet to his feet. His Boltund was growling assumed obscenities at the Gardevoir, but she, too, remained static in position. He managed to catch one more glance of Chu-e's gaze before the teleport command was instigated and both trainer and Pokemon were gone.

Finally, Jackson moved. "What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck" His scream scattered a group of Wingull who had settled in a nearby tree. "What kind of psycho was that, Miro?" Both hands gripped at the short locks of his dark hair. "Fucking, Fuck, Fuck, Fuuuck." He kicked out his foot at the haphazardous fence he'd been leaning against in prior minutes. The splintered posts finally giving way as it creaked with aching slowness to the ground.

It was only this moment that Jackson acknowledged the object Chu-e had left in his pocket. His hand dug into his pocket and rummaged quickly until he pulled out the cherry sucker, a row of numbers scribbled on a scrap of paper around its stick. Rage burned his face.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

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/end thread, mission failed LOL

From the moment Miro had clamped down on the Gardevoir's body to the moment Jackson's entire personal space was invasiously intruded upon was just that. A mere moment. And yet, it felt like an eternity.

Jackson stumbled backwards as Chu-e caught the ground with his heels and used the force and momentum of Jackson's shove to rock back into his space. Despite the stumble, it wasn't enough to truly distance himself before Jackson became caught in the unpleasant grind of knee against groin. The burning of his lower regions flared against the pressure, but any man would know the feeling could never be trusted.

Enraged even more, both by the Gardevoir's increased blubbering and Chu-e's invasive actions, Jackson began to thrust out his fist within the same second he felt the sharp blade of a knife tap the skin of his throat.

He froze.

Call your dog off or I'll slit your throat. Chu-e's breath rested hot against Jackson's face. The scent crinkling the features on his face. "Miro." The older trainer's eyes never shifted from their lock on Chu-e's. His hand shook as he motioned for Miro to step away from the Gardevoir. Reluctantly, she did, but not before several more snapped jaws within the Gardevoir's space.

"There." Jackson's gaze held firmly on the eyes behind fluttering lashes. The movement of his throat pressing against the knife's blade. The glimmer of malice that gleamed within them. The threat of harm should he choose to disobey. Fear would be the wrong word to describe his feelings, but regardless the unpleasantness in his groin had fizzled beneath the passing cloud of shock.  He'd lost his control and, thusly, his arousal.

"She's off."

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The more he talked, the more rage bubbled up inside Jackson's chest and rose through his throat in a deep, rising voice. This man was taunting him and it was so obvious, but it was everything that unraveled Jackson's strings of anger. His fingers clenched tighter around the other's collar, pulling it taut and, in turn, pulling his face closer. "If you keep talking, your body will be a good meal for the wild Pokemon here."

All he'd wanted was a goddamn Gardevoir and instead, this baggy-eyed, gangly guy was managing to press ever single one of his buttons. His eyes flashed towards the Gardevoir, who'd begun sobbing in plain hysterics. "Oh, for God's sake, shut the fuck up. Miro." Jackson spat. His temper was reaching the end of its limit and, at this point, he'd be content just fucking them both up a bit and then leaving. Miro's muscles, tensed till now, released as he opened his jaws to perform a CRUNCH on her leg.

In the meantime, the stranger had cupped his fingers around Jackson's fingers and a icy chill ran down Jackson's spine as he glared daggers into this man's eyes. "Fuck OFF! Jackson rapidly extended his arm with the intention to let go and drop the man onto the ground. A burning sensation filled his insides, but he ignored it with curses and vile language. It had only taken seconds for this man to rile Jackson up, but he wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of that knowledge."Someone like you isn't even worth my time." Rather Miro had landed her attack on Gardevoir or not, Jackson didn't give a single fuck. He'd find a Gardevoir somewhere else, but he wasn't about to get charged with a murder over someone so insignificant. "Fucking hell. Keep it in your wet dreams, next time."

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Jackson stared in unmuted disbelief as the other man pulled out a sucker and haphazardly stuck it between his lips. What. The. Fuck. Did he look like some kind of joke? Was his shirt on backwards or something?

And then - The damn cockiness of it all. Jackson may have dabbled with the opposite sex, but he had always been the instigator. He'd always made the first move. Perhaps, in any other situation away from inquisitive eyes and shut away from open air, Jackson might have shoved the stranger up against a wall and torn marks down his chest. Mental anger and sexual rage wrapped up in one whirlwind of actions. He might have made him scream. Or beg. He might have done many things, so long as he got what he desired in the end.

But this was not away from inquisitive eyes, nor shut away from the open air. This was not a room to leave at 3 in the morning with a bag heavy of prizes while his sexual partner still slept.

It only took two long steps for Jackson to close the distance between him and the stranger. A flash of motion was caught in the corner of Boltund's focused gaze as her trainer raised his hand and reached for the collar of the stranger's shirt. If Chu-e didn't move, he'd grasp it tightly and keep close to choking. If Chu-e did avoid the moment, Jackson would likely keep the momentum of his hand and swing for Chu-e's chest.

"That wasn't one of the options," Jackson growled, a deep sound that reverberated from his throat. Boltund's eyes remained on Gardevoir, limbs tensed to launch at even the tiniest of movements the Pokemon might make. Chu-e could take his lack of an answer for whatever he wanted it to mean. "You're more a fool than you look if you think you can just leave without giving up the Gardevoir. Which, by the look of that thing, shouldn't be too hard." A strained laugh, as if the vocal cords had been left untrained, cracked from his lips. "What'd you do to the poor thing? Unspeakables?"

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Jackson's eyes sized up the approaching trainer who's arm was wrapped in a firm embrace by the taller Gardevoir. Like girlfriend and boyfriend (or boyfriend and boyfriend, in this case) the Gardevoir babbled like an obnoxious girlfriend and the man just listened. He was a rather pathetic looking piece of human, too. Not even a starving Growlithe would bother with the gangly limbs and meat-less flesh of this kid. Not to mention he looked as though he'd not slept in years.

"Don't take this personally," Jackson waved his hand in the area, as if excusing himself of improperness. "But I've been waiting a real fucking long time and I don't plan to wait anymore. So. I'll be needing to take that Gardevoir off your hands." His loyal Boltund took a confident step towards the opposing trainer and Pokemon, her ears flicking back and forth to the sound of her trainer and to the cautious attention of the other.

"This can go a couple ways, alright? Either you just hand it over, or -" He motioned to the Boltund who had taken yet another step closer with snarling fangs. "We can do this the inconvenient way." As if a command had been placed, the Boltund took several more confident steps forward until she had placed herself a mere foot away from trainer and Gardevoir. Jackson still stood back, but his hand was closed in a tight fist. The inconvenience of the matter was closer to lie than truth, as the rage tamed by maturity and necessity still bubbled inside his chest waiting to explode at the slightest inconvenience. A fist fight was not a piece of improbably future.

"So... what's it going to be?"

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