Chapter Two
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Moving a hand to shield his eyes from the glare of the blood red sun (which had still not quite set), Kakashi opened his mouth to speak, to give his other two team members instructions for the mission that was at hand, but instead he became startled suddenly by the sound of Ron sneezing, violently.
“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!” he shouted as he spun around to face the redhead. “Oh, you. I HATE YOU.”
“What did I do?” Ron replied in a rather high-pitched voice, his eyes wide as he stared back at the ninja man.
“Oh, Kakashi-Sensei, did you forget again!”
“Potentially,” the older ninja replied, shifting his eyes to the side as he did, before sighing glumly as Sakura marched toward him, taking out an orange prescription bottle as she did so.
“Now,” the aqua-eyed teen said in a strict voice. “You know you have to take these every day or else you freak the heck out, Sensei.”
“Yes, yes, I know,” the white-haired man replied. “What are you, my mom or something?”
“See what I mean?” Sakura retorted. “You’re being rather snarkey.”
“I’m being what?” Kakashi questioned, but instead of an answer he simply got two pills placed into the palm of his hand.
Again rolling his eyes as he popped them into his mouth, before taking out a small, suspiciously rum-scented flask from his back pocket and washing them down.
“Right,” Sakura then replied, turning to give Ron a halfhearted (at best) smile. “Kakashi-Sensei should feel better in no time.”
“Cheers,” the redhead replied, before giving a bit of a jump and moving his hand to his back pocket as he felt a vibrating sensation begin to occur there.
“Ello?” he replied a moment later, now as his flip-cell phone was opened up and pressed to his ear. “Oh, hey Hermione! Yes, mhm, I made it to the mission destination safely. Still a bit confused as to why they wanted me since you’re blatantly smarter and Harry’s blatantly more powerful, but--”
“Nah, honey, not at all,” came Hermione’s voice in reply from the other end of the line. “You’re smart AND powerful. You’ll be fantastic. Speaking of Harry, he’s definitely not over here in our apartment right now, and he’s most definitely not about to take me off to the bedroom to wildly ravage and make love to me.”
“Okey,” Ron replied in a calm, rather genial and cheerful manner. “Always good to know. Well, love you. Speak to you again soon?”
“Sure thing. Love you too, hon’.”
-Meanwhile In London-[/b]
Giggling madly as she felt Harry lift her up bridal style, Hermione through her arms around his neck as he began to carry her back toward the hall and down the bedroom, his voice rather deep and sexy sounding as he said, “I DO love how clever you were to switch the paperwork to send Ron over there to the States instead of me.”
“Well,” Hermione replied, leaning up to snog Harry once, before breaking off and continuing on. “I’m not brilliant for nothing, you know.
-Meanwhile back in Colorado-[/i]
“So, these streets look rather empty…” Sakura pointed out, shifting her eyes from side to side as the dusky darkness of night settled in around herself and Ron and Kakashi.
“I know…” the latter of the three agreed, before suddenly withdrawing a Swiss Army knife from his back pocket and spinning around several times when he heard a suspicious sounding noise coming from his left, near a row of metal garbage cans.
“What was that!” he exclaimed, alarming both Sakura and Ron, who had not heard a thing.
“What was what, Kakashi-Sensei?” the former questioned, her brow furrowing as she moved up to stand beside him, her eyes moving to look in the direction of the trash cans, as Kakashi’s own eye was affixed in that general direction as well.
“I swear I heard a noise…” he replied quietly, before suddenly spinning around again, this time doing a back-flip and a one-handed cartwheel (cos the Swiss Army knife was still in the other hand) and then landing a good foot away, his knife sticking out and stabbing into the flesh of some previously unknown creature that had been lurking in the shadows of the alleyway.
“GOTCHA!” Kakashi exclaimed, before smirking. “ITS MORPHIN' TIME, so to, uh, speak. HERE WE GO!”
Turning yet again, this time to kick the creature in the chest, Kakashi paused midway when he heard Sakura scream out, before turning and looking in her general direction, only to gasp loudly as he saw that she and Ron had become wildly surrounded by a group of strangers.
“Oy! Who are you? The townspeople?” Ron called out to them from within the entrapment. Where were you all hiding!”
“Uhnnn….” the first of them replied, before a practically chorus of moans and groans and umphs and other indistinguishable sounds could be collectively heard.
“Oh dear sweet baby JESUS!” Kakashi exclaimed suddenly, nearly dropping his Swiss Army knife in surprise as he ran up toward the trapped Sakura and Ron. “Zombies!”
“But there’s no such thing as zombies!” Sakura cried back out to him, her breathing nervous and uneven as she, much to her own chagrin, edged in more closely to Ron, the group of zombies tightening their circular hold about the two of them.
Then suddenly, as if totally out of nowhere, there came the sound of more footsteps, followed by a man that seemed totally not like the zombies running up to Kakashi and Sakura and Ron. “USE A POTATO!”
Feeling sure she had either not heard right or was hallucinating, the pink-haired young woman blinked as she watched the man run up closer to her, before calling back, “A
potato?”
“Yes!” the stranger insisted, pausing in his tracks with a frantic look on his face as he nodded his head rapidly, the baseball cap perched atop it moving as well as he did so. “Do any of you have a potato?!”
“Why would we have a potato on us?!” Kakashi exclaimed incredulously as he ran on over to the vest-wearing stranger.
However, Ron simply moved a hand to his jacket pocket, before pulling out a object that happened to be wrapped in aluminum foil. “Actually, I kept this from my lunch earlier.”
“Oh Ron, you could be my freaking HERO if you didn’t suck so much!” Sakura squee’d, clasping her hands together as she did so.
“Well what are you waiting for anyway!?” the baseball-cap clad man exclaimed suddenly. “Throw that potato--throw it like a goddamn grenade!”
“Erm, okay then,” Ron replied, before quickly unwrapping the potato from its foil imprisonment and tossing it as far away as he possibly could.
Surprisingly, the mob of zombies that had been surrounding Ron and Sakura all suddenly turned away, before shuffling away in the direction of the potato.
“Wow…” Sakura said, her arms crossing over her chest as she turned to look at the boy who had given them such crucial, life-saving information. “How did you know that’d work?”
“Oh, I’ve been in this place for a few days now…” the teen replied. “I’m looking for my best friend, Pikachu. Incidentally, have any of you seen him? He’s a yellow rat, about yay-high, red, electricity-filled cheeks?”
“Uhm… nope,” Ron replied, as Kakashi and Sakura simply shook their heads in concurrence.
“Darn,” the dark-eyed teen replied, before sighing and saying, “Well, I’m gonna keep looking for him.”
“Well wait,” added Sakura, moving to step up to him as she spoke. “You did help us out just now--we can maybe help you find your friend.”
“WAIT A MINUTE!” Kakashi exclaimed suddenly. “I’m the leader of this mission and I never--”
“So yeah,” Sakura said, plowing on regardless. “We’ll help you out.”
“Aww man…” Kakashi whined in the background. “Fine…”
“Really?” the young man replied, before smiling slightly. “Thanks… well, I don’t know your name.”
“It’s Sakura.”
“Okay, thank you Sakoora.”
“What? NO. Sakura. Like Sah-krah.”
“Ah, okay then. My bad. Thank you, Sah-krah.”
“Right,” the pink-haired teen said, shifting her eyes to the side. “What’s your name then?”
“Ash,” the boy replied. “Ash Ketchum.”
-Meanwhile in London-[/i]
“Well I never!”
Quickly jumping off of Hermione in surprise at the sound of someone else’s voice suddenly being heard within the bedroom he had been in, Harry Potter gathered up a sheet around himself, before blinking, his jaw dropping as he looked back to see that it was none other than Draco Malfoy.
“HOW FREAKING COULD YOU!” the platinum-blonde headed young man screamed, before reaching for a vase of violets, which he threw violently at Harry’s head. “Being with that Mudblood! And on our anniversary too! You really know how to drive a man to tears, Harry!”
“I’m sorry! It isn’t what it looks like!”
“Oh come on, Harry,” Hermione snorted from the bed, where she was currently sat up, a blanket pulled up around herself. “We’re both naked and all.”
“Shhh!” the glasses-clad man said to Hermione, before hurrying up to Draco, who was now indeed dissolved into tears. “I’m so sorry… I won’t do it again.”
“That’s what you said that time I walked in on you with Lavender Brown! YOU LIAR!”
“What?” came Hermione’s voice, crisply, suddenly from the bed. “You mean to tell me you’ve cheated on me with that absolute pig, Lavender Brown, Harry?”
“I…” the green-eyed young man began, sweat appearing on his forehead as he grew rapidly nervous. “Who’re we talkin’ about?”
