![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scubatankfilledwithfartsIt was before he saved a franc and a little boy from the ebb and flow-- if that truly ever happened. Zenigata's stories have, in recent years, become as eccentric as the rooftop capers of everyone's favorite thief in this region. The only truth is the ebb and flow of the river, which we all return to some day. In throngs of a crowd, wild grass whispering secrets in the wind, in a crowded police station. Nothing like being the little fish in that sea of Waimer.
Twenty something and fresh out of the academy, Koichi Zenigata was as bright eyed and bushy tailed as the Growlithe that trotted along at his heels. Eager for adventure, for that big break, for--
"You're telling me this kid had a ring of Meowth stealing from the town? That's impossible, man. Er, sir. Meowth aren't that loyal. I could come up with a bunch of old country sayings just to say it, but you told me to not do that, sir."
Not the fwoofy haired little kid handcuffed to a chair in the lobby. Safely tucked behind glass, Zenigata is certain he can't hear the conversation, or read the hand gestures, but he can't help chancing a glance at the other male every once in awhile.
"That's because we're all tired of hearing them, Zenigata. And you spilled coffee on Johnson's pants-- regardless of that, we're giving you another chance." The chief's mustache twitches with determination and boisterousness to not become the cliche. "If you watch this diabolical little one we'll forget all about that incident...and also the Princess incident."
Princess being the Mayor's prized Nidoran. The incident refers to the time Zenigata had to talk it down from a ledge, then proceeded to talk it right into stealing a car. That's a thing that happened.
Though Zenigata's ears burn red with the accusation-- the remembrance-- he salutes with all his might, a snappy gesture that whizzes through the air when his hand connects with his temple.
"You can count on me, chief! I won't let him get away. It'll be like taking the baby from the candy."
So he finds himself a seat next to the little scamp, whose gray eyes flicker from the steaming cup of coffee between his fingers to the Meowth in his lap and-- wait, hadn't all those Meowth been taken away from him? Who let that one in here? Ah, but the kid did look pretty lonely, all floppy hair and bright eyes. It couldn't hurt to give him some familiar company, right?
"So, what are you in for?" The kid finally asks, tone entirely too casual for one handcuffed at the age of ten. Zenigata actually thought for a minute that he'd plead the fifth or something.
"Can't ya see the badge, kid? I work here."
"Peddling coffee around, from the looks of it. Not even an intern."
Zenigata grits his teeth and tries to remember the four steps of grieving-- grieving one's pride. The Growlithe at his feet is entirely too curious about the Meowth who wiggles it's tail languidly beneath his nose. Little tiny growls rumble at the back of his throat.
"That's, that's real cute, coming from the kid who got caught with a bunch of pussy cats. At least I've got a job! I'm getting paid, and I'm doing the right thing." His gaze shifts, expression a little softer when the gray eyes don't change a single bit. Nothing of remorse from the reproach. "Don't your parents play with you or whatever? It's gotta be better than training all these guys."
"I don't have parents. This little guy is the only one I have," and it tugs right at Zenigata's heartstrings, the way the kid rubs behind Meowth's ears, tiny smile at the corners of his mouth. The novice cop feels his eyes begin to spill over and his heart tug again and again.
Or that could be Growlithe, who he has the audacity to ignore. The Pokemon has taken to barking and nipping at his heels and Zenigata is too taken with the story the kid weaves to pay any attention.
Which is why he doesn't notice a second and third Meowth saunter by. Two more, one by one, sneak out of the cells in the back of headquarters.
Which is precisely why, when Zenigata gets up to blow his nose and bring the kid a coke, he falls flat on his face. Further examination while he pulls his head out of his ass reveals his shoes were tied together.
This is around the time a thick smokescreen permeates throughout the room and, just before Zenigata blacks out, from failure and a little secondhand (that'll give him a taste too soon), he sees that boy one last time [or so he thinks].
"Thanks for listening, Zaza. Not too many do, in these parts."
Ass reaming by the boss and desk duty aside, Zenigata hopes for the kid's sake its the last time they see eachother, because he's going to make him wish his parents sent him to boarding school instead.
[the kid buys him a coffee the week after-- and steals his keys.]
Twenty something and fresh out of the academy, Koichi Zenigata was as bright eyed and bushy tailed as the Growlithe that trotted along at his heels. Eager for adventure, for that big break, for--
"You're telling me this kid had a ring of Meowth stealing from the town? That's impossible, man. Er, sir. Meowth aren't that loyal. I could come up with a bunch of old country sayings just to say it, but you told me to not do that, sir."
Not the fwoofy haired little kid handcuffed to a chair in the lobby. Safely tucked behind glass, Zenigata is certain he can't hear the conversation, or read the hand gestures, but he can't help chancing a glance at the other male every once in awhile.
"That's because we're all tired of hearing them, Zenigata. And you spilled coffee on Johnson's pants-- regardless of that, we're giving you another chance." The chief's mustache twitches with determination and boisterousness to not become the cliche. "If you watch this diabolical little one we'll forget all about that incident...and also the Princess incident."
Princess being the Mayor's prized Nidoran. The incident refers to the time Zenigata had to talk it down from a ledge, then proceeded to talk it right into stealing a car. That's a thing that happened.
Though Zenigata's ears burn red with the accusation-- the remembrance-- he salutes with all his might, a snappy gesture that whizzes through the air when his hand connects with his temple.
"You can count on me, chief! I won't let him get away. It'll be like taking the baby from the candy."
So he finds himself a seat next to the little scamp, whose gray eyes flicker from the steaming cup of coffee between his fingers to the Meowth in his lap and-- wait, hadn't all those Meowth been taken away from him? Who let that one in here? Ah, but the kid did look pretty lonely, all floppy hair and bright eyes. It couldn't hurt to give him some familiar company, right?
"So, what are you in for?" The kid finally asks, tone entirely too casual for one handcuffed at the age of ten. Zenigata actually thought for a minute that he'd plead the fifth or something.
"Can't ya see the badge, kid? I work here."
"Peddling coffee around, from the looks of it. Not even an intern."
Zenigata grits his teeth and tries to remember the four steps of grieving-- grieving one's pride. The Growlithe at his feet is entirely too curious about the Meowth who wiggles it's tail languidly beneath his nose. Little tiny growls rumble at the back of his throat.
"That's, that's real cute, coming from the kid who got caught with a bunch of pussy cats. At least I've got a job! I'm getting paid, and I'm doing the right thing." His gaze shifts, expression a little softer when the gray eyes don't change a single bit. Nothing of remorse from the reproach. "Don't your parents play with you or whatever? It's gotta be better than training all these guys."
"I don't have parents. This little guy is the only one I have," and it tugs right at Zenigata's heartstrings, the way the kid rubs behind Meowth's ears, tiny smile at the corners of his mouth. The novice cop feels his eyes begin to spill over and his heart tug again and again.
Or that could be Growlithe, who he has the audacity to ignore. The Pokemon has taken to barking and nipping at his heels and Zenigata is too taken with the story the kid weaves to pay any attention.
Which is why he doesn't notice a second and third Meowth saunter by. Two more, one by one, sneak out of the cells in the back of headquarters.
Which is precisely why, when Zenigata gets up to blow his nose and bring the kid a coke, he falls flat on his face. Further examination while he pulls his head out of his ass reveals his shoes were tied together.
This is around the time a thick smokescreen permeates throughout the room and, just before Zenigata blacks out, from failure and a little secondhand (that'll give him a taste too soon), he sees that boy one last time [or so he thinks].
"Thanks for listening, Zaza. Not too many do, in these parts."
Ass reaming by the boss and desk duty aside, Zenigata hopes for the kid's sake its the last time they see eachother, because he's going to make him wish his parents sent him to boarding school instead.
[the kid buys him a coffee the week after-- and steals his keys.]
Tags: