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It must’ve been one o’clock am, at least. That cabin they were staying in was silent. Musashi looked to her left. He looked so cute and peaceful when he was sleeping. Her only true friend, aside from her pokèmon, arbok. She wished more from Kojiro, though. She wished… she didn’t know what she wished. She he’d been there for her though thick and thin, a true friend. But she wanted to be more than friends with him now. She loved him. If only she knew…

Kojiro was with a girl he was familiar with, but he wasn’t sure who it was. He was very comfortable with her and he felt like he could tell her anything. The girl had told that she was his soul mate. He had always thought Musashi was his soul mate. This made the fact that the girl’s face was hidden from view even more unbearable to the point where he couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed... no. He had to know.

"You must find this out yourself. If you do not find out yourself, your partner will parish," the delicate voice told him.

"No! That’s a lie! Musashi is in no danger of any sort, and if she were, she’d tell me! Don’t threaten her like that," Kojiro yelled at the mystery woman, getting angry.

Musashi got a worried look on her face. Kojiro was talking his sleep. She could only make out a few things: her name (which she was happy about), trouble, and I’ll protect her. She guessed he would protect her since she was in the dream.

The question was, though, protect her from what? What would be so dangerous that he would have nightmares about it? She decided to find out on her own. She shook him a little bit, no result. She shook him more violently, that did the trick.

"What’s wrong?" Musashi asked while she clutched a brown teddy bear against her chest. Kojiro had woken up in a cold sweat, which emphasized that something was wrong.

"What?" Kojiro asked a little confused. He had been surprised she was treating him like she cared for him. If he had woken her up, he expected a mallet over the head.

"You were talking in your sleep. I heard my name and…" she trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence without it sounding perverted.

"Oh, um. That, yeah. It’s just a recurring dream I’ve been having lately," He stated, hoping she’d be satisfied.

"Well, I’d classify it as a nightmare, but…" this time he couldn’t get it to not sound perverted.

"Not really, you were mentioned. Not in a good way, though," he said. Recalling what the girl told him.

"Define ‘not in a good way’," she told him. She wanted to prolong this conversation. They were treating each other like…like humans!

"Well, you were being threatened, you were in danger and I, um, said I’d protect you. Cause we’ve been friends forever, Musashi," he gripped her free hand between his hands and looked into her eyes, "I’d be crushed if I lost you, Musashi." If only she knew how much he loved her.

"Get some sleep," she told him in a soft voice. She was very happy he felt this way, but she knew they were still just friends. He let go of her hand and got in his sleeping bag. She knew he didn’t love her like that, did he?

The next morning, Nyasu was the first to wake up, for once. He looked over to Musashi and Kojiro. Kojiro looked like he was having another nightmare, while Musashi looked peaceful. Nyasu smiled and thought, ‘Those two would make a great couple.’ Nyasu trotted off somewhere to do cat things.

Kojiro awoke in another cold sweat. He really did think the dream was some sort of premonition. He didn’t want Musashi to get hurt. She was his best friend. They’d been friends since Pokèmon Tech. That was about eight years and that was forever to him.

He decided to change out of his boxers and black tee shirt (typical guy pajamas) and into his Rocket Dan uniform. He didn’t like to have the discomfort of Musashi being awake while he was changing. He changed, but he didn’t put on the white jacket with the big, red ‘R’ on it. He padded over to the stove and wondered what he should cook for breakfast. He was Rocket Dan’s finest cook. He started to make pancakes.

Musashi awoke to the smell of her meal. It smelled wonderful. She yawned so loudly that Kojiro could hear her.

"Oh, good morning," he said cheerfully. That same strand of hair was falling in his face, as usual, but that was what set the look.

"Morning. What’s for breakfast?" she asked looking at the pan he was holding, "And where’s Nyasu?"

"We’re having pancakes. I have no idea where that cat went," answered ‘Master Chef’ Kojiro.

"That dumb cat can get hit by a truck for all I care," she replied. Back to her old self.

She told Kojiro to go outside while she changed. He went outside and found Nyasu playing with a ball of yarn he got from who-knows-where. He rolled his eyes at his feline companion. After a while, Musashi yelled out to him that he could come in.

He returned to cooking. He fixed about twenty pancakes- two for Musashi, nine for him and nine for Nyasu.

When breakfast was over, they reviewed their next plan to steal Satoshi’s Pikachu. After they figured it out, they decided to take the day off. They didn’t have the supplies they needed at the moment and they needed a break. Since the humans took the day off, Nyasu went to man the big TV screen, which the boss used to communicate with them.

"I don’t know. Maybe we could see a movie. There’s a town close by and…" she started, but before she could finish, Nyasu burst in the room.

"Sakaki wants to see you guys! He says it’s urgent," Nyasu yelled. When it was Sakaki, it was serious. Musashi and Kojiro got worried. What did the boss want with them? Kojiro was worried that this might have something to do with his dream.

They walked into the room where the communications screen was put up. Sakaki’s face was hidden from view, as usual. They looked at the 60" screen with frightened faces.

"Hello Musashi, Kojiro. You way be wondering why I called you here," Kojiro didn’t like the way Sakaki said his name. He put a menacing tone in his voice. Musashi was always Sakaki’s favorite. He didn’t show any fear and nodded in unison with Musashi.

"I have a new assignment for you two. There is a gym somewhere near Masara Town that deals with genetically engineered pokèmon. I want you two to find it for me. They have some rather interesting pokèmon I want for my collection," he told them somberly, "I want you to capture all pokèmon in that gym. Or is this too mush for you to handle?"

"Very well, then. Good luck," Sakaki then mumbled under his breath, "You’ll need it." The screen went black. Kojiro knew this had something to do with his dream.

They were on the road again. They headed towards Masara Town in search of this elusive gym. Musashi had been unusually quiet during the long trip. Nyasu was shooting his mouth off, as always. They had traveled for about two hours and their legs were sore.

"So, anyway, as I was saying, I found this great ball of yarn and…" Nyasu blabbed on.

"Musashi, you’re so quiet. Anything wrong?" Kojiro asked, then realized what he was saying and covered his head, preparing to get hit with a mallet.

"Nothing’s wrong," Musashi sighed. Kojiro was surprised again: no mallet. Surely something was wrong. He didn’t feel like forcing it out of her.

‘I wish I could just tell him. I hate this kinda thing,’ Musashi thought, ‘It would be so much easier if I could tell him. He would probably just laugh.’ She sighed again, ‘On the other hand, he did have a dream about me!’ After that thought, she perked up. Nyasu didn’t care and he kept talking.

After another hour, they had located the gym. It was about one hundred kilometers away from Masara Town. It was a small, two-story building with pine green vinyl siding. It looked like a house. They weren’t sure how tough the pokèmon inside were, but just in case, they had hand and shotguns. They hoped they wouldn’t have to use them, though.

Kojiro suggested that they enter through the ventilation duct through the back. Musashi agreed and by now they were inside.

The place was dark and creepy. It was bigger that it looked because the majority of it was underground. They figured they were in a large room because their footsteps echoed. They had no idea where the pokèmon they were looking for were kept. They thought they could wing it. It turned out more difficult than anticipated. Musashi was scared, but she hid her fear since she was the toughest of the gang.

"I wish Sakaki had told us more," Kojiro sighed. He didn’t seem frightened at all.

"Shhh," Musashi held her finger to her lips, even though the only one who could see in the darkness was Nyasu. They continued to walk in silence. Nyasu, who was leading them in the darkness, told Kojiro to grab hold of the doorknob that led them to a lighted hallway.

Everyone had to adjust to the light. Light wasn’t good. It meant there were people there and people could catch them. There were six doors in the hallway. Four were locked. The two that weren’t locked were just utility closets.

Nyasu’s ears perked up. "Someone’s coming you guys! Hide!" Nyasu hid in the closest closet, as did Musashi and Kojiro. They didn’t realize it at the time, but they had hidden in the same closet!

Suddenly they heard footsteps coming closer. They seemed to stop once they reached the closet. The handle slowly turned.

‘What the hell is he doing???’ Musashi thought, ‘We’re about to get sent to jail and he’s making out with me!?!’

The door opened to reveal a very embarrassed janitor. "Oh, I…I’m so sorry!" The janitor stared at the couple for a second then closed the door. Immediately, Rocket Dan stopped making out.