The wind twisted and dust swirled in the air as Gold's Dragonite touched down. Hibiki pointed after Beige, pursuing him while beckoning to Dragonite. "There he is! That's Beige, don't let him escape!"
"Hey. Hey!" Gold's voice issued from Hibiki's cell phone, just as Beige halted before a girl on a bike ahead. "Don't do anything else, Hibiki. Just let Dragonite do his thing. I'll be right back." He seemed to step away from his end of the phone. Dragonite stood sentinel, watching motionlessly as the girl on the bicycle beckoned Hibiki over. With a start, he recognized her as Leaf, the girl from Pewter Gym.
"You two are gonna settle your quarrels right now," Leaf was saying firmly, shoving a ticket and Bike Voucher into both their hands. Hibiki glanced down at the sudden gift, then gave Leaf a look like she had two heads.
"You know this guy? And . . . you want us to make nice or something?" He pointed sideways at Beige, stressing every word in desperate hope of making her understand how crazy she sounded to him. "This. Is. Jack. The. Ripper. You don't settle quarrels with a menace to society; you put him where he can't hurt anyone!"
"Okay, back," Gold's voice came from Hibiki's phone. "Are you away from a crowd? If so, put me on speaker for a second." Hibiki glanced at Beige and Leaf, and did as he was bidden by his brother.
"You. The boy who calls himself Beige." Gold's voice was now cold, and filled with command. "I don't deal with stupid people, which is the only reason you're still breathing right now. I'm going to have a word with Hibiki, here. You are going to stay right where you are, because you're smart enough to know that if you move one inch, I will end you." He paused. "Watch him, Dragonite. Hibiki, back on regular."
Hibiki turned off speaker mode and brought the phone back to his ear. "He's not running anymore. Where are you going to have Dragonite take him?"
"Take him? No . . . you misunderstand." Gold's voice lowered to a hush. "Hibiki, are you absolutely sure that this is the guy that Red's been sending wanted posters around for?"
"Absolutely. He's crazy."
"No, he's not crazy. He's extreme. There's an important difference." Gold's voice was tinged with conspiracy. "That little display of power just now? That will deter him from dispensing you like those Enforcers, because he now understands that it would be mutually assured destruction."
Hibiki tilted his head, confused. "What are you saying? It almost sounds like you're letting him go."
"Good. That's the impression I was going for." Gold's voice was grim, and deadly serious. "I need you to do me a real solid, Hibiki. I'm able to see things only from a limited point of view, where I stand. Things Red wants me to see, if you follow. But I mean to broaden my perspective, especially in light of all the rebellion that's suddenly taken place in Kanto. You must be my eyes, and that means keeping close tabs on Beige."
Hibiki's mind went blank. " . . . What?"
"Let me put it as plainly as I can. I want you to stay with him. Not right next to him, lest you arouse suspicions, but near enough to gain information on the rebellion as it develops."
"What . . . but . . ." Hibiki spluttered, so baffled and frustrated that he could have strangled the phone. "You can't ask this of me, bro. I hate him, and I've never hated anyone in my life."
"That's also favorable," replied Gold calmly. "If you get caught with him, that sincere show of revulsion will quickly clear you of any guilt by association. But it's as you say, Hibiki. I am not telling you to do this. I am asking, as a favor."
Hibiki dragged a hand down his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a long, stressful breath. Even if Gold hadn't been his brother, the guy had just saved his life. "Alright," he sighed, his stomach clenched. "I'll do it. But only because I trust you to make things better from this."
"Patience is the name of the game, bro," Gold responded cheerfully, with evident delight at Hibiki's answer. "Honestly, thank you. You have no idea what this means to me. Now . . ." A practiced composure returned to Gold's voice. "Go ahead over there and put Beige on the line, would you please? I have a few things to say to him before I hang up."
Hibiki turned and looked back behind him at Beige, loathing still bubbling in his stomach. With somewhat of an effort, he thrust the cell phone toward him. "Here. My brother wants to talk with you."
"Hey. Hey!" Gold's voice issued from Hibiki's cell phone, just as Beige halted before a girl on a bike ahead. "Don't do anything else, Hibiki. Just let Dragonite do his thing. I'll be right back." He seemed to step away from his end of the phone. Dragonite stood sentinel, watching motionlessly as the girl on the bicycle beckoned Hibiki over. With a start, he recognized her as Leaf, the girl from Pewter Gym.
"You two are gonna settle your quarrels right now," Leaf was saying firmly, shoving a ticket and Bike Voucher into both their hands. Hibiki glanced down at the sudden gift, then gave Leaf a look like she had two heads.
"You know this guy? And . . . you want us to make nice or something?" He pointed sideways at Beige, stressing every word in desperate hope of making her understand how crazy she sounded to him. "This. Is. Jack. The. Ripper. You don't settle quarrels with a menace to society; you put him where he can't hurt anyone!"
"Okay, back," Gold's voice came from Hibiki's phone. "Are you away from a crowd? If so, put me on speaker for a second." Hibiki glanced at Beige and Leaf, and did as he was bidden by his brother.
"You. The boy who calls himself Beige." Gold's voice was now cold, and filled with command. "I don't deal with stupid people, which is the only reason you're still breathing right now. I'm going to have a word with Hibiki, here. You are going to stay right where you are, because you're smart enough to know that if you move one inch, I will end you." He paused. "Watch him, Dragonite. Hibiki, back on regular."
Hibiki turned off speaker mode and brought the phone back to his ear. "He's not running anymore. Where are you going to have Dragonite take him?"
"Take him? No . . . you misunderstand." Gold's voice lowered to a hush. "Hibiki, are you absolutely sure that this is the guy that Red's been sending wanted posters around for?"
"Absolutely. He's crazy."
"No, he's not crazy. He's extreme. There's an important difference." Gold's voice was tinged with conspiracy. "That little display of power just now? That will deter him from dispensing you like those Enforcers, because he now understands that it would be mutually assured destruction."
Hibiki tilted his head, confused. "What are you saying? It almost sounds like you're letting him go."
"Good. That's the impression I was going for." Gold's voice was grim, and deadly serious. "I need you to do me a real solid, Hibiki. I'm able to see things only from a limited point of view, where I stand. Things Red wants me to see, if you follow. But I mean to broaden my perspective, especially in light of all the rebellion that's suddenly taken place in Kanto. You must be my eyes, and that means keeping close tabs on Beige."
Hibiki's mind went blank. " . . . What?"
"Let me put it as plainly as I can. I want you to stay with him. Not right next to him, lest you arouse suspicions, but near enough to gain information on the rebellion as it develops."
"What . . . but . . ." Hibiki spluttered, so baffled and frustrated that he could have strangled the phone. "You can't ask this of me, bro. I hate him, and I've never hated anyone in my life."
"That's also favorable," replied Gold calmly. "If you get caught with him, that sincere show of revulsion will quickly clear you of any guilt by association. But it's as you say, Hibiki. I am not telling you to do this. I am asking, as a favor."
Hibiki dragged a hand down his face, pinched the bridge of his nose, and let out a long, stressful breath. Even if Gold hadn't been his brother, the guy had just saved his life. "Alright," he sighed, his stomach clenched. "I'll do it. But only because I trust you to make things better from this."
"Patience is the name of the game, bro," Gold responded cheerfully, with evident delight at Hibiki's answer. "Honestly, thank you. You have no idea what this means to me. Now . . ." A practiced composure returned to Gold's voice. "Go ahead over there and put Beige on the line, would you please? I have a few things to say to him before I hang up."
Hibiki turned and looked back behind him at Beige, loathing still bubbling in his stomach. With somewhat of an effort, he thrust the cell phone toward him. "Here. My brother wants to talk with you."
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