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Library Wars Vol 9

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First Annual Tres Spades Jello Wrestling Tournament - Part Three

Last episode on ‘First Annual Tres Spades Jello Wrestling Tournament’

Having escaped Eisuke’s wrath, Miho learns at the very last minute that the organisers of her jello tournament have contracted measles, and won’t be arriving. In a pinch, she is forced to concoct a new plan with a little help from her friends, including making a deal with Ota to allow him to do anything with her.

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“You’re late,” Eisuke dropped when Miho strode down the corridor on the second level, hanging up her phone for the second time.

“And your tie is crooked,” Miho sighed, digging her fingers into the knot of his tie and adjusting it.

“This mess of yours had better not embarrass the Tres Spades,” he told her sternly, but he allowed her to set his tie straight and smooth it flat down his chest. “Or, I may bypass Soryu and throttle you myself.”

“No… no this is going to work,” Miho declared confidently. “You just need to trust me.”

“Trust the woman who got me drunk so she could have her way?” he posed, eyes narrowed.

“You really are fixated on that idea, aren’t you, Ichinomiya?” she smiled. “And maybe, maybe if you’re co-operative, I’ll actually let you… beg, me for it.”

“Now who’s fixated?” he smirked, coiling long fingers under her chin, and for a moment, Miho actually allowed it.

“I’m going to make you a lot of money tonight,” she told him clearly, still, even as Eisuke’s thumb tapped the point of her chin. “And I’m going to do it, with my clothing on.”

Comfortable despite the angry swarm of butterflies threatening to burst from her stomach, Miho dug the earpiece and microphone from her pocket and fixed it in place, before offering Eisuke her other hand.

“We’ll see about that,” he told her, releasing her chin and wrapping his hand around hers.

Inhaling to the absolute capacity of her lungs, Miho prepared herself for her greatest challenge yet.

As they pushed from concealment, she and Eisuke were met with a sudden silence, until she found her voice, and it called loud and clear through the announcement system.

“Ladies… and gentlemen…” she began, because of course there were some in the audience so inclined. “Please welcome the king, your illustrious overeer, the dapper, dreamy, demanding, dominant, owner of half of Japan and no doubt your hearts – and other places – Ichinomiya Eisuke!”

The vibration from the audience’s thunderous applause and their wild, hooting shouts must have been felt all throughout the hotel, and even Eisuke seemed a little surprised by the vigour of his greeting.

“Such love,” Miho laughed with the microphone off, as she saw Eisuke to a throne, and came to stand beside him like a good royal advisor.

He he – evil patron god.

Or is it goddess? Whatever, let’s not get bogged down in a debate about gender labelling, when the important matter here is the imminent struggle of naked men in a pit full of delightful blue jello.

“My name is Fujiwara Miho, and I will be your host for this evening’s program, that has changed,” she then declared, and hush once more fell upon the crowd. “Please allow me to draw your attention to the tablets you were handed upon entry,” she continued, and despite the number of people listening to her, it was Eisuke’s scrutiny she felt the heaviest.

Oh, you just wait.

“You will notice the names you saw earlier have disappeared, and it would seem, at first glance anyway, that you have been deceived.”

Murmurs began as the members of the audience checked their devices, and began to question what was going on.

“Don’t fret,” Miho smiled, her voice syrupy, the sweep of her arm exaggerated until it came to rest upon the back of Eisuke’s throne. “What I have planned, is so… much… better.”

As she finished this sentence, each word emphasised for effect, Miho’s gaze sought out where Ota stood at the very edge of the jello pit – and her lips mouthed a silent woof.

“Throughout the evening you will see on your devices and upon the big screen, names you may or may not know,” Miho continued. “But don’t concern yourselves with that too much, their names aren’t all that important, not tonight – that isn’t what you’re here for. All you need do is watch, enjoy, and indulge in the opportunities I present to you, and if they appeal… hit that donate button and make your dream come true.”

It was as she finished this statement, that Miho’s eyes fell upon a group, centre-most, front row – a group of women surrounded by serious looking men. Well, serious until Miho made eye contact with Subaru, at whom she winked and blew a kiss.

“Forget credit card limits,” Miho then spoke again, flourishing each word with gestures the Mad Hatter would be proud of, “forget the nags of your regular lives, and feast with me.”

She turned, then, to the light touch of Eisuke’s hand on her backside.

“What are you up to, Fujiwara?” he hissed, and Miho just beamed… licked her lips… then pecked ever so lightly upon his.

“Don’t fight it,” she told him brazenly, then straightened, and threw up her arms. “First! For your appreciation, a man you may well recognise, with a cherub exterior and face capable of melting even the coldest of hearts. Artist and model, always cutting a stylish silhouette in the latest fashion, we’re all much more interested in seeing him without – I give you angelic Ota!”

“What?” Eisuke blinked, and he wasn’t the only man in the room to double-take as a camera focused on where Ota stood, and he appeared on a big screen above the crowd.

Amid the clapping and whistling, Baba looked to Ota at his side in shock.

“Seriously?”

“It’ll be worth it to put a collar around that throat,” Ota smiled as he pointed a slender figure up at Miho – more than a little sinister Baba thought.

“What? Wait whose throat? Miho?” Baba blurted, but Ota had already slipped off his shoes and socks, jumped over the railing, and was wading through the mid-shin deep blue jello to the centre of the pit.

Screams of excitement and appreciation collided with one another, the atmosphere charged with anticipation.

Ota fixed his gaze on Miho, and she on him.

“He’s a little over-dressed for the occasion, don’t you think ladies?” Miho called, sweeping her arm at the audience and holding up one of the tablets for them to see. “Just how MUCH do you want to see this perfect sculpture in all its glory?”

A counter appeared on the big screen, a number that rapidly began to rise, much to Miho’s relief, and Eisuke’s surprise.

“I don’t know how you convinced him to do it,” he smirked, placing his hand in the small of Miho’s back.

“You don’t want to know,” she chuckled, lifting her eyes to the donated amount as it crossed twenty thousand… thirty… forty… then she raised her voice to the microphone once more. “Oooh, such enthusiasm! How could Ota disappoint his fans now?”

Eye contact again as Ota positioned his fingers on the top button of his shirt.

“Do it,” Miho mouthed, caressing her throat suggestively, and Ota began pulling buttons free, much to the delight of the audience.

Then another piece fell into place.

Even as Ota threw his shirt into the audience, gobbled up by squabbling women, a second figure entered the pit with his face set in determination.

“You know she’s not a dog,” Baba frowned at Ota, who, used to being watched by a large crowd was actually basking in the adoration of his fans. “Miho isn’t the type to wear a collar for anyone.”

“Really?” Ota smirked, pulling away his belt buckle dramatically. “She promised me anything, so I can assure you, that little puppy - pussy and all – will…”

“I’ll fight you for it… for her,” Baba announced, throwing his hat like a frisby far up into the terrace.

“Will you look at that?” Miho declared, her voice a power even above the booming collective. “A wild Mitsunari appears! Built for action, adventure, and oozing the desire to please, our man in red is a consummate lover and devotee to the ways of a true gentleman.”

She caught his eye as she spoke, while Ota swung his pants around his head before flinging them away like all other articles of clothing so far. Baba looked a little confused for a second, searching Miho’s face, but seemed to exhale a laugh and shake his head when she only smiled back at him amiably.

“Looks like we have a challenger!” Miho proclaimed, and Baba’s name appeared on the big screen, Ota’s above it, both with a ‘donation’ ticker counting just how much their audience wanted to see them get bare. “Show Mitsunari a little love, ladies,” she crooned, and grinned when Baba’s tie was cast aside.

Volume intensifies.

Regardless of her little agreement with Ota, Miho tipped her chin upward a little in gratification when Ota removed his briefs and adopted a confident, ready posture. She knew for a fact there was no way Baba would allow her to be subjected to Ota’s twisted fetish, that had never been a concern, but she had to pay Ota some respect for how openly he displayed himself.

“Impressive,” she appraised, and the crowd seemed to agree. “Ladies, hit those buttons if you’re imagining your nails leaving red marks against that perfect skin!”

“Why’s she talking you up so much?” Baba muttered, discarding his shirt before beginning on his pants.

“It’s obvious,” Ota smirked, walking a slow circle around Baba. “Beneath that hostile, take-charge exterior, she’s a secret sub.”

“Well actually,” Baba began, but thought better of revealing carnal details.

Instead, he removed his belt, and with a mischievous smile, flicked Ota on the ass with it.

“Oooh, that looked like it hurt!” Miho laughed. “But please, please Mitsunari, don’t keep us in suspense any longer – I know you’ll give them what they’re after,” she stated. “You never fail to satisfy.”

One hundred thousand, and Baba’s pants were gone… one-fifty… two hundred… he dodged Ota who didn’t seem to be waiting for his revenge, then somehow managed to expose himself completely.

And for a few seconds, Ota looked a little deflated.

“Remember gentlemen,” Miho said. “The game is on until one of you yields. Ladies, choose your champion, and show them just how much you value the care they take of those magnificent those bodies.”

And the donations ticker passed fifty thousand – but Miho knew she had to do much better than that.

“Who is fighting for lust, and who for honour?” she questioned as Ota and Baba sized each other up.

It seemed neither wanted to make the first move, but it seemed inevitable Ota would.

“Whoa,” Inui breathed in something resembling awe. “Why would you ever agree to something like that?”

“Pride and stupidity, Soryu dropped, looking up at where Eisuke was observing with a restrained sneer. “And that woman…”

“But it’s not enough, is it?” Miho sighed heavily into the microphone. “We need more, strong hands, we need more, arms you’d love to have hold you, ass you’d love to squeeze.”

Just as she said this, Ota started forward and tackled Baba around the waist. They splashed back into the lagoon of cerulean gelatine, and emerged a few seconds later as an artless flail of arms and legs.

Soryu rolled his eyes.

“What we need,” Miho beamed, “is someone with a bit of technique someone who is completely and utterly without fear…”

She hadn’t spoken his name, but Soryu’s head snapped up.

“… a man so completely unshakeable, there is no danger too great he wouldn’t face for the woman he loves. Truly, his only real challenge is being as hot as he is intimidating.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Soryu dropped, as both Miho and Eisuke looked at him, the latter with expectancy in his gaze.

“Such a fitting name,” Miho asserted, “the chiselled majesty of Mr. Oh will have you moooooaning.”

“Boss, your name is up there!” Inui blinked, and behind them, Mieke let out a short laugh.

“I can see that,” Soryu maligned, putting his hand on Inui’s shoulder, before shoving him forward.

“What?” Inui yelped.

“If I’m going, so are you,” Soryu said flatly, no compromise allowed.

“What really?”

“Get in there before I throw you in,” Soryu huffed, then followed Inui into the pit.

“He’s going to kill you, you know,” Eisuke told her in amusement.

“Nah,” Miho shrugged, taking a second to enjoy the rush of adrenaline within her veins before raising her voice once more. “And look! Overflowing with boyish charm, and exuding an innocence you really just want to bite into, delightful Inui aim’s to please.”

“No way!” Inui exclaimed before being hit in the face with Soryu’s shirt. “Hey, I can’t…”

His sentence was interrupted as Baba and Ota, both trying to wrestle the other into a headlock, bumped into him.

“I actually think he’s more likely to kill you, Ichinomiya,” Miho giggled, then bit her lip as Soryu finished disrobing. “Hoooo, ladies did it just get hot in here?” she questioned, moving away from Eisuke and walking half way down the ramp that connected the mezzanine where Eisuke’s throne was, to the edge of the pit. “Icy stare,” she began again, staring into the dark of Soryu’s eyes. “Icy demeanour, but Mr. Oh is not pure ice – purely delectable maybe. Why don’t you show us, Mr. Oh, how you train your subordinates?”

2 million.

2.4.

2.6.

“Well, I guess if the boss is doing it,” Inui shrugged, and though he didn’t look entirely convinced, he began to strip.

“Fujiwara,” came a sharp call though her ear piece, the voice of one of the hotel staff, but he didn’t need to provide details.

Though she didn’t hear the scream through the ruckus, she saw a woman’s body tumble forward and splash inelegantly into the jello.

Baba and Ota were occupied, and Soryu was standing over Inui as he lost his underwear, so none immediately noticed the woman in peril. Three men in the crowd who had been situated nearby, trying up until the point to go unnoticed, pressed against the railing then jumped over before security could stop them.

“What do we have here?” Miho mused, as the crowd fixated on the fallen woman, who had managed to scramble to her feet and was stumbling drunk in the direction of Soryu, while her male pursuers followed. “I know these faces,” Miho then grinned, seeing Mieke appear at the edge of the pit from the corner of her eye. “Mmm a couple of bodies I’d like to guard, well trained and disciplined bodies around whom one need never feel unsafe.”

“Is she…” Subaru dropped, momentarily distracted by Miho’s voice.

“Forget her, protect the prime minister’s daughter,” Ishigami scowled.

But just as the prime minister’s daughter got within Soryu groping range, Mieke swooped in.

“Not if you want to keep that hand,” she snapped, catching the wrist that reached for Soryu’s ass and hauling the blue smeared woman to her.

“She’s not quite a knight in shining armour,” Miho voice boomed from above, “but let’s hear it for the saviour of Prime Minister Hiraizumi’s daughter – Mieke!”

And despite Mieke’s lithe frame, she unceremoniously folded the woman over her shoulder and began stomping back to the edge of the pit, where hotel security was preventing a very pretty man from attempting to enter.

“Seriously,” Mieke muttered, dropping the young woman safely on her feet, much to Sora’s relief. “What the hell is this shit?”

She looked the woman up and down – white frock now stained blue, short veil pinned in her hair.

“Hen’s night,” Sora winced, as the woman drooped against him with a silly smile.

“I was thiiiis close to dat tight ass, Sora,” she slurred, her head lolling back. “Thiiiiiiiis close.”

“I can trust on the full discretion of the Tres Spades,” Sora half stated, half questioned, and Mieke peered back at him like he was stupid.

“It’s a fucking jello wrestling tournament for rich tarts to throw money at naked men, and you’re asking for discretion?” Mieke snorted. “Give me a break.”

“You do work here don’t you?” Sora frowned as Mieke cross her arms and stared sourly at her ruined jeans.

“Miho is definitely taking me shopping,” she muttered.

“Uh oh,” Miho’s voice sounded loudly while Sora tried to talk with Mieke. “Looks like pretty bride to be, daughter of Prime Minister Hiraizumi, has had a liiiiiitle too much to drink – and her protection, mhm… Subaru… Ishigami – I think the two of you ought to be punished for letting her slip through your fingers.”

Though they had turned in the direction Mieke had carried their famous client, they found their exit from the pit now barred by several hotel security members.

“Punishment doesn’t have to be painful,” Miho sang, pointing to the big screen where Ishigami and Subaru had been added. “Why don’t you show me, which agency is better?”

“You know who’s better!” Subaru shouted, and though Miho could read his lips, his voice was swallowed up.

“Ladies, dig deep for those who keep the bad guys at bay, and we’ll donate ten percent of what you give to victims’ services – helping those in need,” Miho announced, and Eisuke leaned forward to take hold of the back of her blouse and pull her into his lap.

“You never said anything about charity,” he hissed into her ear as he snaked his arm around her middle.

“You don’t like surprises?” she volleyed, leaning back against him and purposefully grinding down. “Are you positive?”

“Five percent,” he snapped into her ear, and Miho was unable to suppress a slight shudder.

“Let them have their ten,” she hummed, digging down against him, undulating her hips. “You’ll make more than enough out of this.”

“I’ll decide when I’ve had enough,” he rumbled, sliding his hand toward her lap, but she caught it, and with fingernails dug in, pried it away.

“And you’ll have your chance, just like the rest,” she told him firmly, before returning to her job. “Look at those numbers, gentlemen,” she declared, pointing from Subaru and Ishigami, who had been demanding they get let out of the pit, to the big screen. “Are you really willing to be those guys who prevented innocent victims of crime from getting the help and support they need, all because of your own selfish pride? Ladies? What do we think of that?”

6 million and climbing.

Continue to Part Four

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THEY WEAR A CHAIN WITH YOUR NAME/INITIALS ON IT:

ATSUMU, ISSEI, IWAIZUMI, CONNIE, MITSUYA, TATSUYA, CHIBA, SHINICHIRO(!!)

WEAR A RING WITH YOUR & HIS NAMES ENGRAVED ON THE INSIDE:

MAKKI, JEAN, HAKKAI, TAIRA, OIKAWA INUI, CHIFUYU, RAN, OSAMU, MIKASA, KOKO

GETS A TATTOO OF YOUR INITIALS OR SOMETHING THAT REMINDS HIM OF YOU:

ISSEI, ARAN, DRAKEN, KYOTANI RYUSUKE, RINDOU, TATSUYA, EREN, BAJI, MIKEY, TENDOU, SUNA, NAHOYA

[aldreaoakley]

Kissed by the Baddest Trainer! [KBTBB Pokemon!AU]

(Based off a lot of @maidofstars’ and @catchthespade’s posts. Just a warning, I will be jumping back and forth in time. I'll denote that when it happens.)

MEETINGS OF FATE PART 3

Soryu scribbles away on some papers and scans some reports when he hears panicked feet. Four pairs of them. He glances at Beartic, who had been helping by moving some of the taller stacks of reports, who sends back a look that he understands. Soryu already knows that he's shy a Poké Ball and he needs to catch another one. Fast. The door bangs open seconds later. "Boss! Did you loose a Poké Ball," Ryusuke worries while his Poocheyna whimpers. "Did anyone steal it sir," Samejima asks as his Pawniard balances the tray of Poké Balls. "No," Soryu responds with a leveled tone. "It got handed to someone who can use it more." "But Boss you just caught Deino," Ryosuke complains. "Why did you give it away? You don't do this," Samejima notes. Soryu takes a deep sigh and explains to them why he handed that Poké Ball away. ~Five Days Ago~ Soryu mumbles under his breath, thinking. Breeding Pokémon isn't easy and getting a legendary to work with them can mean bigger trouble. When one of his men put the suggestion of using a DNA splicer, Soryu shots it down fast. That is not a way to create the ultimate pseudo-legendary to accomplish what his grandfather had in mind. But now he has to devote his resources into stopping the poachers and hunters, including tracking down Magikarp sellers. The las one was a curtesy info from Eisuke. A series of loud shouts and hard vibrations moves his focus to a scene he'd never imagine. A young girl with a small Pokémon fighting a poacher with a Pokémon almost five times the size of the girl's. Soryu whips his Pokédex out and points it to the girl's Pokémon. He already knows what Pokémon the poacher is using. The Xatu obviously is going to be stronger than whatever the girl has. When he sees that it's a Normal type, he can't help but feel worry. Normal types aren't resilient to any types and can easily get clobbered by a Fighting type. Soryu makes a quick run of his Pokémon on hand that will work with the Minccino. His usual Beartic? Nope. The bear would scare the little Pokémon off. Gallade? Oh wait a second that won't do. Gallade would only make it a standstill as he is a Psychic/Fighting type. Salamence? Not a good idea. Many Pokémon tend to run from him and his goal is to help the girl. Axew? Not gonna happen. His Axew is still a bit battle skittish. Snorunt? Scratch that! That one is a recent addition to his team. Deino? Perfect. Deino is twice the size of Minccino and knows the attack Dragon Rage. He reaches for the Poké Ball. "Deino, go," Soryu orders. "Aim at Xatu! Use Tackle then Dragon Rage!" "Deino! Dein Dein Dein Dein Deino," the little Pokémon yells as it darts from the underbrush full speed at the Psychic/Flying Pokémon. Bull's eye! Deino hits Xatu right in the midsection. The cry of shock from the poacher is worth it. "Minccino Tickle its head," he hears the girl shout. "Min... CCINO," the little Pokémon cries out while jumping onto the Xatu's head. Soryu watches in amazement as the little tail quickly moves on the head causing it to not only laugh but also sit down! Thankfully the Minccino escapes before Deino fires Dragon Rage. That manages to weaken Xatu but he is surprised at the girl's next order. "Minccino Sing!" "Min~ ccino~" Soryu whistles so that Deino can get out of range. He knows that Sing puts any listening Pokémon to sleep. He notices that the girl has some level of relief that Deino has gone out of hearing range. "Deino, retreat," Soryu whispers as he recalls the Irate Pokémon. "Now use Slam!" "minCCINO!" Now Soryu cannot stop the stunned look on his face. The force behind that Slam is amazing... and it was enough to knock the poacher's Xatu out cold. "You'll pay for this brat," the man snarls as he retreats with his injured Pokémon back in its Poké Ball. "Nice work Minccino~" the girl laughs. "Minccino," the Chinchilla Pokémon laughs. Time to make an entrance. He's not Eisuke but Soryu knows how to do it his way. As he strides out from his hiding spot, he observes that the girl realizes who he is. He's not too surprised at all. The KR logo on his belt aren't that hard to miss. "An impressive Pokémon," he comments and begins petting the Minccino. The Minccino freezes for a few seconds before happily rubbing itself into his gesture. He watches the girl from a corner of his eye. She seems confused. He had no idea that his scary outlook being suddenly countered by him petting her Minccino like it's not a problem is causing it. "Min~ Min~ Minccino~," it chirps with happiness. Soryu stops and looks at the girl. "You, what's your name," he questions. The Minccino deflates from the lack of attention and scampers back to the girl, hopping onto her shoulder. The girl blinks a few times before nodding. "My name is ___," she replies in a gentle yet trembling voice. "What's your's? Are... are you associated with Team KōriRyu?" Sharp girl... Soryu will have to give her credit for that. "Soryu. I'm the leader of the team. We currently have changed the direction of our goal. The poachers are our new focus now," he replies in a serious tone. "It was a brave but foolish thing that you did when fighting that poacher. Why did you battle with your Minccino?" "Minccino is the only Pokémon I have on hand who can really fight," ___ sighs while the Minccino makes a few cute poses. /This isn't good if she only has one Pokémon who is able to fight,/ Soryu frowns in his mind. /Wait a minute. That's it./ He pulls out a Poké Ball from his belt with a small smile. "Then take this Pokémon for future battles with poachers," he suggests. "Deino, go!" He watches as the Deino gets all friendly with ___ and Minccino. ~Present~ "Wow... she sounds so cool," Ryosuke admires. "Going in with just her Minccino... I wonder when I'll get to meet her..." "I doubt you will at this point since we are all working still," Samejima points out. "Like you have room to talk," Ryosuke challenges. "You've been busy and worried since you saw that missing Poké Ball!" "Not as busy as you taking care of the Pokémon. Your cooking is terrible," Samejima snarls. "ENOUGH," Soryu roars with his Beartic. Both subordinates' Pokémon were snarling at the other while their trainers argue. All of them stop. Soryu knows that this is normal to them but right now is not the time. "Inui, look into these areas with a few squads and report to me within an hour," Soryu orders as he hands Ryosuke a paper with the locations. "Yes sir," Ryosuke nods and exits with Poocheyna behind him. "Samejima, take these locations and do the same," Soryu orders the other with another list. "Yes sir," Samejima acknowledges then sprints off with Pawniard at his side. Once his office is quiet again, Soryu lets out a sigh. The issue of the illegal movement of Pokémon is now picking up in popularity due to Ota's and Eisuke's influence as top coordinator and CEO respectively. Even that detective they had manage to keep quiet about them is working on it instead of chasing his team and Baba. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. "I'm sorry grandfather," he whispers. "I can't accomplish that dream until we solve the problem with the illegal killing and selling of Pokémon." ~*~ Baba watches ___ from his view on Swanna's back. He slips his mask back on as he observes her pedaling her way to a gym. He was for sure a goner had she makes him a promise for helping him in trade for keeping his identity a secret. To the rest of the world, he's not Mitsunari Baba but Lupin the masked Pokémon Thief. He fingers the Lustrous Orb hidden in a satchel that is suppose to head to a lab for safe keeping. He chuckles at the memory of meeting her. ~Six Days Ago~ Baba tiptoes past a few security measures inside a museum to where the Adamant Orb rests in its display case. According to the rumors he heard and his information network, the Orb had been wrongfully stolen from its resting place and passed down as an heirloom-like object in the family who stole it originally. The Ueta family had nothing to say about it other than it's passed down from father to son but withheld if a daughter is born. But Baba knows that the family also specializes in Steel Type Pokémon and uses the Orb as a cheating boost. That is the explanation to how the Ueta family is able to keep their iron fist on the city. He needs to get it out now! He sees Zoroark posing the day guard next to the case. He was almost to the case when some soft feet moves towards him. He pauses to take his mask off in order to not be Lupin but he wasn't ready for the reaction. "Who are you," he hears a gentle whisper. Baba turns to see a young woman with the cutest Minccino on her shoulder. Then her eyes widen and Baba raises a finger to his lips to indicate that she should be quiet. She recognizes him and he then remembers where he sees her before. Without his mask at a small cafe a few hours prior when he was scouting. Oops on his part. "Please don't tell anyone," he whispers his request. "I'll explain if you help me out." "How," she worries. Baba gestures that she acts like she didn't see anything while he takes the Orb. She nods with apparent reluctance then goes to study a map in an adjacent room. He swipes it without a problem and puts a fake one into place before leaving with Zoroark, who changes into a Liepard, to get the young woman's attention. He recalls her name but pretends not to know her "Hey pretty lady," he laughs in greeting. "Shall we go to a cafe for a bit?" ___ pauses then nods with a forced fake smile and leaves with him. Once they reach a few streets and an alley away from the museum, that Baba tells her what he is doing. "That Adamant Orb had been stollen long ago," he tells in a serious tone. "The family who owns the gym refuses to acknowledge that it belongs to the legendary Pokémon Dialga. If used with the Lustrous Orb and three legendary Pokémon, Dialga and Palkia will appear and lead to more trouble than one can imagine. If on its own, the Orb can augment the strength of Dragon and Steele Types. Are you going to battle the Ueta family for the Metallica Badge?" "Yes. Even if it's just me and my three Pokémon, I believe in us and we can make it," ___ answers with a determined expression. "Alright. But be careful. The family specializes with Steel types," he warns. "Then shouldn't you be going too," ___ worries. "If what you say is true about the Orb then when they find out it's not the real one, it will be trouble!" Baba nods, "Then find another town to challenge their gym. If the Ueta family finds out while they are battling you that the Orb is gone, you'll be in trouble as well princess." ~Present~ Baba smiles as he guides Swanna to take him to Luke's lab. The Adamant Orb is already safe someplace inside the professor's house... or was it his clinic... Baba can't be too sure as Swanna flies to the Foster residence. He knows from his information network that the Foster siblings have many passageways and secret spaces between their living areas. Baba can't help the frown on his face at that last thought. It was as far as his information network can get when it comes to the two siblings. He has no idea about the blueprint to the houses or much about the siblings other than what is already known. "I hope Lu doesn't ask me to steal a fossil from someplace... and why doesn't Iris never pay attention to me," he frowns. Little did he know that his arrival is already anticipated, curtesy of Iris' Gothitelle.

Author's Note: Hopefully I can wrap "Meetings of Fate" in one to two more parts... I'd like to get into the fun details of contests and battles. I had to research Japanese last names and make up the town for this story. I am not familiar with Japan's setup as I am with America's so I can't really do the same thing as an address here or a city. But then again... Pokémon is basically an almost parallel world to ours. 

[whatdoyouexpectthistime]

First Annual Tres Spades Jello Wrestling Tournament - Part Two

Last episode on ‘First Annual Tres Spades Jello Wrestling Tournament’

Tres Spades owner and greatest ego in Japan, Eisuke Ichinomiya, has learned that the latest individual to join the auction managers, Miho Fujiwara, has somehow managed to get his approval for a jello wrestling tournament. He is none too pleased and has no clue how she managed to get his signature. Luckily, Miho has sound economic reasons to validate the event, as well as the potential positive influence the favour of hundreds of rich women might bring to the hotel – that and she don’t take no shit from Eisuke.

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 “Let me get this straight,” Eisuke levelled, after Miho had revealed how she’d managed to slip the jello tournament passed his notice. “I signed your proposal while drunk?”

“Yep,” she affirmed, perched on the edge of his desk. “I took total advantage.”

“Total advantage?” he emphasised, and Miho crafted a deeply hurt expression.

“You really don’t remember that wonderful night?” she pouted sulkily. “Wow, I’m wounded.”

“Why don’t you,” he sniffed, and in two strides he was before her, sandwiching her legs between his, “remind me?”

This time it was Miho who tensed, and as she straightened, Eisuke placed his hands either side of her and bent forward, forcing her to lean back to avoid him.

In warning her eyes flashed, but Eisuke remained, looming over her.

“No?” he sneered, fierce gaze burning into her relentlessly.

“You know I beat the shit out of Soryu sparring yesterday, right?” she hissed, angry at herself for sounding far less menacing than she desired. “I would fucking, break you.”

“Let’s just go with the first half of that statement,” he growled, drawing nearer still.

“Mr. Ichinomiya?” came a voice from outside the office, followed by a couple of knocks.

Zain.

He’d had the upper hand, but Zain’s well timed interruption allowed Miho to bring her legs up flush with her chest and push Eisuke away.

“Fancy hesitating,” she smirked as she hopped off the desk, then raised her voice. “Come in Zain.”

And Eisuke fumed beneath the skin – a tantrum he would never show on the surface, but one which in utter outrage shook violently inside. Seething, his eyes told an angry story, one he wrote all over her body.

“Weigh up that thought,” Miho posed as Zain opened the door, “against the money this will put in your pocket, and the brand new customer base the Tres Spades will enjoy.”

“Miho,” Eisuke dropped, two syllables like violent claps of thunder. “One day you’re going to push too hard.”

“You wouldn’t have me any other way,” she grinned, winked, and slipped out past Zain.

 The company Miho had contracted to stage the jello wrestling extravaganza, comprised some of the most pleasingly muscular and well endowed ‘athletes’ she’d ever had the honour to ‘test drive’. She’d been sold on the idea almost instantly, as the marketing director blabbed in her ear about crowd draw and revenue – but her focus had been fixed on the slip and writhe of two fully grown men, naked and grappling in a sea of glittering green jello.

She knew she’d have to trick Eisuke into it, and that was a dangerous proposition, but she convinced herself tempting fate was what she did now. Her success was sweet, his defeat so much sweeter, despite the fact he glared at her with renewed displeasure every time they crossed paths in the hotel.

“Give up, Ichinomiya,” she grinned, purposefully bumping into his shoulder. “Accept it and maybe, maybe you’ll not only make an obscene amount of money from this, but also enjoy it.”

“Grown men fighting for the spectacle of women is…” he began, but Miho cut him off.

“Objectification?” she offered cheekily, sliding sideways as his body language suggested he might try to corner her in the door recess of the room outside of which they stood. “Yes, yes it is,” she agreed, “and I’m certainly not for the categorisation of anyone as a mere sex object, regardless of gender – however – the narrator and her audience have demanded some measure of recompense for the foul way women are generally treated by you and most of the other managers so…”

“What are you talking about?” he sneered, looking down his nose at her.

“Embrace it,” she instructed, giving his left cheek a light tap, withdrawing before he could bat her away, “because it’s happening whether you like it or not.”

“I could squash you like a bug,” he pointed out.

“Buuuut you won’t,” she smiled sweetly. “Because all money aside, you actually like having a woman around who offers you a challenge.”

This, Eisuke neither confirmed nor denied. Instead he departed, stalking down the corridor like he was on a mission – and Miho watched him go… Mmhm… those perfectly tailored pants did his retreating figure great justice.

“Stirring up Mr. Ichinomiya again?” a female voice enquired, and Miho turned to see Selina shaking her head in amusement. “When you do cross the line with him, it’s going to be very messy.”

“And I’m sure you’ll read a beautiful eulogy at my funeral,” Miho laughed. “But until that time, I intend to have fun.”

“Jazz’ll be there too,” Selina then affirmed, and Miho gave a decisive nod.

“Perfect. All I need to do now is get final confirmation from the tournament group,” Miho declared. “Then we wait for the big day.”                  

 Then there was pandemonium.

Women promised a raunchy, rollicking good time, flooded to the Tres Spades – women of society and wealth, dressed as if on their way to an opera performance, hyped for something very, very different.

“Okay, you have got to have some wicked magic powers or something,” Baba told Miho as he and Ota followed her to the venue, “because seriously, you not only got Eisuke to agree to this, you got him to preside over a bunch of dudes with their gear out, groping each other in jello?”

“What can I say,” she shrugged happily, “my patron god is as powerful as she is twisted.”

“I think you need to introduce me to this god,” Ota put in, and this caused Miho to chuckle.

“Believe me, Ota, the last think you want, is her attention,” she laughed. “Though you might get your wish… who knows?”

As they approached staff entrance to the grand hall, arranged like an arena with terraced seating all around its circumference, the noise grew until Miho could barely hear her own thoughts. The three were met at the end of the corridor by a sour looking Soryu, and disconcerted Inui, and a smug looking Mieke.

“I can’t believe Eisuke is going through with this,” Soryu dropped coldly, but Miho was not intimidated by his usual lack of enthusiasm.

“It’s not a difficult equation, Soryu,” she chuckled out. “Eisuke loves power and money, I can deliver him both, even if he doesn’t entirely like my methods.”

“Hell, I approve,” Mieke declared, tipping her chin to Miho, but this caused Inui’s brows to knit.

“You’re really looking forward to this?” he questioned, maybe even looking a little bit hurt.

At that moment, Miho’s phone rang, and she stepped to the side to answer it.

“What are you scowling for? Mieke sniffed at Inui. “We’re here to work.”

“But, you’re still going to watch, right?” he added, and Mieke rolled her eyes. “Other naked men.”

“Other naked men?” Ota repeated with a wicked grin. “You been getting dirty with Sor’s little dog, Genever?”

“Damnit, I’m not a dog!” Inui ejected, then what Ota had implied actually sunk in, and his face exploded with embarrassment.

Mieke on the other hand, looked Ota right in the eyes and grinned back.

“Of course,” she declared triumphantly. “And unlike yours, my puppy doesn’t run away.”

“Hey!” Ota snapped and started forward, Mieke looking like she would happily throw down, but Miho’s hand on Ota’s chest stopped him.

She looked grave.

“Soryu, things are about to get ugly,” she declared, her voice low.

“Problem?” he questioned, and there was no hint of satisfaction at all in his tone.

“Oooh yeah,” Miho grimaced. “That was the tournament organiser. Three of his boys have just been diagnosed with measles, and since they’re all plebs who think dancing under a full moon or going vegan can protect you from scientifically preventable diseases instead of modern, safe vaccines, the rest of them are quarantined as well.”

“It’s going to be a bloodbath if those women don’t see some action soon,” Baba pointed out, leaning toward the door to hear the roar.

“Where’s Eisuke?” Soryu asked, and Miho cracked her neck from side to side like she was preparing for a real fight.

Then she fell completely still, staring off into the distance for a moment, until the thin press of her lips turned into a widening smile.

“Okay, I can fix this,” she declared, looking around at the small group, “but I’m going to need your help.”

“That’s going to cost you,” Ota smirked.

“I pay my debts,” Miho replied.

“Like you even have to ask,” Baba nodded to her easily.

“Soryu, can you and the others position yourselves ring-side?” Miho requested. “Maybe get Kishi down there too, and Aihara – we don’t want our guests to crush the arena in their excitement.”

With a curt nod, Soryu gave Mieke and Inui their directions, before Baba and Ota also moved to enter the arena – but before Ota could pass through the door, Miho caught the back of his shirt.

“If you go along with this,” she whispered against his ear, purposefully kissing the lobe with each word, “I will let you do anything.”

Ota straightened, and turned his head a little, his perverted interest clearly piqued.

“Anything?” he sought in clarification, and Miho leaned her chest against his back a little more firmly, before hissing out her response.

“Woof.”

“Done,” Ota smirked, and then disappeared through the doors.

“Well that was easy,” Miho muttered to herself, pausing to steel herself against her next hurdle. “Now… for Eisuke.”

Continue to Part Three... soon!

Author’s note: I apologise for the short length (not a dick pun for a change), however I thought it best to release a little now, than nothing for ages. I promise though, things are about to get... messy.

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