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The first thing he noticed was the off-white ceiling and plain walls. It didn't occur to him that there was anything weird about that for a minute or so, instead he sat up, glancing around at the unfamiliar room. The bed he was lying in wasn't particularly hard or soft - not as comfy as the one at Hope's Peak, but it wasn't uncomfortable either - and there was a desk beside the bed with a set of clothes, a note, and two red-and-white balls. Mondo reached for one of the balls without thinking, only stopping himself when his memories of the previous days came flooding back like a tidal wave.

Fujisaki. How could he forget, even for a moment? Fujisaki had come to him, seeking help, expressing a desire to become stronger, and what had he done? He'd blacked out. No, that wasn't right - he'd blacked out and killed the kid. Mondo's fists clenched and he drew his hand back. That's right, then there had been a trial, just like the first time someone was found murdered in Hope's Peak Academy. Monobear had called them all down there and they had gone over the evidence. Well, if by "they" he meant Naegi, Kirigiri, and that jackass Togami. First they had outed Fukawa as Genocider Syo, then they'd blamed Togami for altering the crime scene, and then...

...And then the truth had come out. If he hadn't been so careless with what he was saying, Fujisaki's secret would have been safe and he wouldn't have hurt Ishimaru, his aniki. Of course he had noticed the way Ishimaru reacted - the screaming, the denial, the tears, the desperation - and Ishimaru had voted for someone else. Even when he had acknowledged his defeat, Ishimaru hadn't. Ishimaru had believed in him until the very end - but he shouldn't have. He had betrayed not only Fujisaki's trust, but Ishimaru's as well.

It was a good thing he hadn't gotten away with murder though. Mondo doubted he could have lived with himself if he had. Even the execution wasn't that bad - from what little he remembered of it. It could have been worse; he could have been chained to a signpost and bludgeoned to death by millions of baseballs. He still had nightmares about Leon's death. He didn't even know Leon all that well. No, Mondo's death had been relatively quick and he'd gotten to ride a motorcycle one last time. There was something freeing about that, something he doubted he could ever really put into words. His last action had been his favorite. Maybe that was suiting.

So why was he here? Why was he waking up? He was dead, he was sure of that. He was equally sure that this wasn't Hope's Peak. There weren't any windows in the room, which meant that he could be underground, but he doubted Monobear would have let him live after the murder. He hadn't gotten away with it; he hadn't "graduated." So where was he?

Mondo finally got up, snatching the note off the top of the clothes folded on the desk. There was a large, red "R" on the shirt front, but Mondo ignored that for the time being to scan the note. Apparently he was now working for an organization known as "Team Rocket." That title meant nothing to him and he set the note aside, picking up the clothes next. It was a very standard uniform that looked like it would be way too tight-fitting for his taste and Mondo set that aside as well. Finally, he picked up the red-and-white balls, turning them in his hands curiously. He wasn't a Super High-School Level Baseball Player, but he might be able to use them as weapons if he needed to. He tucked those in his pocket and turned to the door. He expected it to be locked. It wasn't.

The hallway was just as nondescript as the room, though the ceilings were a bit low for his liking. Mondo picked a direction at random and started down the hallway, absently wondering if he could find some way back outside. It felt like it had been a long time since he had seen the sun.

He was stopped on his way by a shorter, scrawny man wearing that uniform (yeah, it definitely looked like it would have been too tight on him). The man frowned at him and pointed one gloved finger down the opposite hallway. "You should be heading to your first day of training! Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Fuck off," Mondo replied, shoving the smaller man out of his way. The guy definitely looked older, so he could assume that this wasn't the school. No one else was in the school after all, right? Just the fifteen of them - well, eleven of them now (did he even count anymore?) - and the person controlling Monobear. Mondo brushed that thought aside; this wasn't the school. That was what he would focus on.

He didn't find his way out. His sense of direction had always been good, but that was on the roads, in the open air. He had always gotten turned around in Hope's Peak as well, but never like this. He couldn't believe he'd managed to wander in a circle, finding himself back in front of the room he'd woken up in. Maybe this was some kind of trick; he couldn't move on until he'd gone to his first day of "training" or whatever.

The man in the Rocket uniform came walking down that hallway at just that moment. "Gotten yourself lost, huh?" He sneered. "Just follow this hallway and hook a left. The training facility's there. You'll meet the other new recruits and get started on your two weeks of training."

Two weeks? Like hell he was going to hang around for that long. Mondo rolled his eyes and followed the man's directions, ignoring the shout for him to get back and change his clothes.

The training facility was more decorated than the hallways or the room, and well-lit at that. There were several other young men (wearing that hideous uniform), all gathered in the center of the room, talking quietly. It looked like the instructor hadn't shown up yet. Mondo was tempted to leave, but this might be his best chance to get information on this place. He frowned for a moment, before walking up to join the others. He stood at least a head taller than them, which made him stick out even worse than the clothes he was wearing. Not that he cared.

"What's this "training" gonna consist of anyway?"

None of the other men seemed to know, and Mondo began to wonder just how badly things were going to go. It wasn't like it could be any worse than Enoshima being stabbed through by spears in the gym, right?

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He was aware of the pause, but it didn't even occur to Mondo that Ishimaru had nearly come close to making a (possibly fatal) mistake in his choice of wording. "Yeah, I get that. I guess it would just be too easy if I could step in right away.

"I'll complete training and you can help me get used to what's expected of me here. I learn pretty quickly, you know. It shouldn't take me too long to get used to this world and I'm already pretty experienced when it comes to theft and shit. So yeah you... might need to keep it up for a bit longer, but I promise you, I'll take that off your hands. You won't have to worry about that shit again, alright? I promise I'll take care of this for you, you can count on me."

Ishimaru was quiet for a moment longer; it was clear from the strangely dark look in his eyes that he really, really didn't like this, but at the same time, he didn't really have a choice, did he? He could tell Mondo to stand down, surely, but that wasn't likely to get either of them anywhere (save, perhaps, for "directly into another argument"); if there was a problem among the ranks, which there might be eventually if Mondo were determined enough, and Colonel Archer became aware that said problem was his fault...

Ugh.

"Then I'll take you out tonight, so I can show you what I've been doing. If you're that determined to take it up, I want you to see it first. No one will be harmed by what we do. You will meet me in the lobby at eight tonight so that we can do this. Your normal clothing will be fine for now, no uniform required. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I got it." But the way Ishimaru was talking confused him. He knew something was wrong with Ishimaru, but he couldn't figure out how to ask. If it was really bad, aniki would tell him, right?

"We'll make this work, alright?"

Ishimaru nodded at that, the gesture tight; at least he seemed satisfied with that much. "You don't have to worry about me, brother; you talk as though I've been suffering. I've been fine; I'll worry about taking care of myself, you just focus on getting accustomed to this world."

"Hey, you're my brother, of course I'm gonna worry about you! 'Sides, you need someone to look after you!"

Despite the wide grin, he did mean it. Ishimaru was strong, yes, but he also could be a little dense. At least with Mondo around they wouldn't have to worry about that! He could protect Ishimaru if it came to that - while he didn't doubt what his aniki said, he couldn't adjust to the idea that there were creatures who would fight his battles for him. His fists were a perfectly good weapon back home, why would it be any different here?

It hadn't occurred to him that Ishimaru really could take care of himself here with his Pokémon. But maybe that would come to him eventually.

Maybe it was the confidence with which it was said, maybe it was something about the wording, maybe it was just the fact that it was being said at all - but something about it struck Ishimaru strangely. He could feel himself freeze up a bit; the look in his eyes was a strange one. Not angry or upset, just...completely and blatantly bewildered, really.

"I...that isn't necessary, aniki, it's..."

Exactly what 'it' was seemed to be proving a bit too difficult for him to put into words, however; he shook his head a bit.

"...do you mean that?"

"Of course I do! It's a promise, aniki! I wouldn't be a decent brother if I let you do all that shit without at least trying to help, now would I?"

He reached out to ruffle Ishimaru's hair affectionately. "C'mon, don't give me that look! I care about you a lot, you know. I wouldn't be calling you my 'brother' if I didn't! Bonds of brothership should be taken seriously!"

"Y-You..."

Ishimaru hesitated at that, though he didn't try to pull away from that hand in his hair; he just sort of stood there twitching a little, and it was probably fairly obvious that he was trying not to cry. There was something about it that was completely overwhelming, for a reason he couldn't understand; his breathing was a bit jagged, but he managed to get control over himself before the actual crying started.

"...I have to go report our planned activities for the evening, so those in charge will know where I've gone! You're free to do as you see fit until then - should you find yourself lost I can be reached over that device we have, there's a private network for our work that's easy enough to access! Send me a message there, should you need me; otherwise I'll meet you this evening.

"It's...it's good to see you again, brother!"

Once that was out there, however, he turned to leave immediately, though that really wasn't anything new; he'd always been like that to some extent.

Mondo was about to (try to) comfort Ishimaru, but it seemed the Super High-School Level Hall Monitor had better control over his emotions than Mondo had thought. He grinned though, finally pulling away when Ishimaru started speaking again.

"Yeah, alright. I'm gonna take a look around the city, get familiarized with it, you know. Maybe check out the areas outside of town, I dunno. Ah, but I guess I should go get that device first, huh?" He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in an almost embarrassed fashion. "It's good to see you again, and I'll see you at eight. Promise I won't be late!" Though judging from the mocking tone, he fully intended to be, just to push Ishimaru's buttons a bit.

...Mondo was totally going to be late, wasn't he.

Had it been anyone else, Ishimaru would have been annoyed and perfectly willing to threaten with a write-up to be delivered to their superiors if it happened again. But even if Ishimaru had always been of the opinion that there was no excuse for lateness, that it was irresponsible and set a bad precedent and at the very least it was really, really irritating, with Mondo it was somehow simply part of the game - they both knew that there wasn't any malice behind the button-pushing, that there wasn't any harm meant, and tonight, there wouldn't even be any harm done. Ishimaru had never been one to procrastinate, but he found himself perfectly willing to put off his task tonight for as long as he could, even if eight o'clock sharp saw him sitting on one of the vinyl couches in the lobby of the Radio Tower.

The couch was hard, clearly designed for aesthetics rather than comfort, and he was perched on the forward edge of it instead of leaning back fully; getting by in Johto had involved more changes of clothing than he'd experienced in his entire schooling career, and though the knee-high military-style boots were familiar, the rest of the outfit was simple and black in color, the usual armband gone. Ishimaru had yet to have one of his raids go badly, and this was going to be simple, with almost no chance of screwing it up. But just the same, there was no sense in taking chances by wearing something distinctive.

He was content to wait for now, his demeanor strangely subdued; he was toying with one of his Pokéballs between his hands, passing it back and forth in an easy, repetitive motion. This wasn't even going to be a proper raid; just something to prove a point. It would be simple; it was just a matter of keeping himself calm until Mondo arrived.

Of fucking course Mondo was going to be late. Hell, even if he'd wanted to show up early he wouldn't have been able to - he hadn't realize just how far he'd strayed away from the city, and by the time he finally arrived back in the radio tower, he was at least ten minutes late, if not even longer. He was sure this not-cell-phone-thing had a clock, he just wasn't sure how to access it.

Anyway, he arrived wearing the same outfit he'd worn earlier that day, pocketing the device as he came in. He held a hand up in greeting, approaching Ishimaru.

"Hey, aniki." He didn't apologize for being late; this was also part of the game. "You ready?" He wasn't entirely sure why, but something felt off somehow. Again, if it was that big of a deal, Ishimaru would tell him.

Ishimaru's head jerked up abruptly, Mondo's voice pulling him out of his thoughts; he brought the Pokéball to a stop in one of his hands, standing up and moving to meet Mondo halfway. "Late as always. I ought to write you up for tardiness - but since it's your first day, perhaps I might let you go with a warning!"

And again, while there was very little shift in his voice, the usual strict tone lacing through his words, his expression was more than enough to make it plain that he was being facetious. "Did you like the city?"

"Yeah, yeah, fuck off," Mondo replied, though his tone implied that he was kidding as well.

"The city's great! I was exploring the route to the south of the city. There are a fucking lot of those Po-kay-mon things out there! It's great to be outside again!"

"I know the feeling, aniki, I know it very well."

The light expression left him quickly, though, and he made his way back toward the door; back to business as usual. "We're going to be going back that way - do you remember where the Center is? The large building with the orange roof on it; are you familiar with it yet?"

"Ah, yeah, the place where you heal your 'mons, right? Yeah, I know where it is."

He followed Ishimaru's lead, keeping close to his friend. "So what's the plan, aniki?"

"You mentioned wanting to take over the thefts; I wanted you to see how it was done before you make any sort of decision." He opened the Pokéball he was holding, releasing what looked like a large lilac-colored cat with a forked tail and a red gem embedded in its forehead. The Espeon shook herself off a bit upon landing softly on its feet on the ground, then fell into step easily next to Ishimaru, remaining close to his legs as they made their way toward the Center. "Sayuri is going to help me. And so are you, if you're still willing."

"Yeah, of course I am." But judging from Mondo's skeptical look, it was easy to see that he wasn't sure this was such a good idea. "But is your... uh... fox-thing gonna do much? Not to doubt her or anything, but she... doesn't really look all that strong. You sure she can help?"

"Ah, aniki, I hope you don't think I'm going to use force to steal anything...?" His expression shifted at that, that odd facetious look creeping back over his features. "I thought you would know me better than that! This place has given me a way to do my work using sheer force of will alone. You'll see what I mean soon. But for now..."

The Center wasn't terribly far from the Radio Tower, and it was an odd hour for training so it was unlikely that anyone would be in there for the time being; just the same, Ishimaru pulled up short, stopping maybe half a block from it, out of view of the doors. "All I ask you to do is take these," he said, his hand falling back toward his belt, retrieving three of the Pokéballs stored there and holding them out to Mondo, "and act as though they're your own. When the woman behind the counter asks to assist you, hand them to her and ask her to heal them. This way you will get an idea of what it is I do, and no one will need to be harmed, nor will any real crime have taken place, since the creatures are my own. But I think it will be more than enough to illustrate my point."

"Well what are you gonna do if you're not using force?" But Mondo's question wasn't really something he needed answered at the moment anyway, and he came to a halt beside Ishimaru, listening to his friend's instructions carefully.

"Alright, pretend they're mine and get them healed. Got it. What am I supposed to be noticing, exactly?" He asked, taking the three Pokéballs from Ishimaru. Something in his gut was telling him that this was a bad idea, but it was Ishimaru. Sure he could be kind of dense and a bit dumb at times, but he meant well. He wouldn't do anything bad to Mondo. That feeling of unease wasn't fading though.

"I'll be able to take 'your' creatures very easily from the woman behind the counter, with no resistance at all. She'll let me steal them, without any force on my part; that's what Sayuri is for." Ishimaru shrugged a bit after that was out there. "You'll understand once we're underway, I think. Shall we?"

Mondo's skeptical expression didn't change, but he did shift to glance down at the fox-thing again. Well, if Ishimaru said so... "Yeah, alright. Be right back."

The Pokémon Center was empty, as expected. The nurse greeted him cheerfully and Mondo handed over the three capsules. She set about healing them immediately, unaware of how closely Mondo was watching her. Nothing seemed odd here. Was she maybe a member of Team Rocket? It would be pretty easy to steal trainers' Pokémon while she was healing them; she could easily switch in an empty ball, right? But people would get suspicious really quickly and she'd be out of a job. So how exactly was Ishimaru planning on doing this?

Ishimaru entered the Center closely behind Mondo, though he remained back by the door, Sayuri moving to sit primly at his side; he kept an eye on the woman behind the counter, watching as she healed the Pokémon she was given. It was a perfectly normal transaction, for all intents and purposes - at least, until the healing process ended and she turned around, capsules in hand.

It was then that something quite simply went completely and obviously wrong in her head.

The nurse's body stiffened almost immediately, almost as though she had been startled by something, only the usual relaxation that follows such a thing didn't come; the sudden widening of her eyes only added to the effect, but there was something wrong there as well - her pupils constricted rather sharply, any focus that had been there going strange and glossy, and her expression quickly fell slack, an odd, blank look overtaking her features.

Ishimaru gestured toward Sayuri, and without saying a word to Mondo, the nurse promptly moved to the low door to her left, allowing passage between the lobby and the other side of the counter; she unlocked it one-handed, her fingers fumbling slightly against the lock before she managed to get it open, and stepped out into the lobby, that unfocused look never leaving her eyes.

She took a few more steps forward before Ishimaru met her halfway; at his approach, she reached out, holding out the Pokéballs in his direction for him to take. He accepted them easily; she didn't step away from him, simply continuing to stand there, staring straight ahead of her.

Ishimaru's voice was reasonably quiet when he finally spoke; she didn't react to it at all.

"As I said, aniki. No force involved."

"What the fuck...?"

It was one thing to watch the nurse go slack like that. Mondo had seen it before, but it was usually in response to being punched so hard they fainted. He'd seen people in a state of shock too (his fellow gang members after Daiya's death and the other students in the school), but it wasn't like this. There was something undeniably wrong about this.

Had the situation been different and this had been an obvious attack on a woman, Mondo wouldn't have stood for it, aniki or not. There was a certain code the gang members lived by, and it was one Mondo attempted to hold up as well as he held up his promises. He would never hurt a woman. ...Unless he was attacked and needed to defend himself or he blacked out due to a state of rage, either or.

The woman didn't look hurt, which confused him. It was obvious that something had happened, but he couldn't figure out what it was. That didn't do anything to calm him down. "What... the fuck...?" He repeated, as if that would help make things clearer.

Mondo finally turned to Ishimaru, the confused (and possibly a bit disturbed) expression still in place. "What did you do to her?" It was about when he said those words that he realized that Ishimaru - his brother - had done something to her. "What did you do to her!?" He repeated, louder, taking a step forward. His hand curled into a fist without thinking about it and had this been anyone else, Mondo might have resorted to punching them straight in the face.

...But it was Ishimaru, his aniki, and he couldn't do that. He settled for clenching and releasing his fists at his sides, expression quickly darkening.

"Relax, brother, she's all right." Ishimaru held out a hand in Mondo's direction, though his gaze was wary; he slotted the Pokéballs back into position on his belt one-handed, though his fingers lingered over them. He genuinely hoped he wouldn't have to subdue Mondo at all, but he hadn't missed that shift, the forming of fists. "I wouldn't hurt anyone. You know me better than that."

He glanced back at Sayuri, who was still sitting silently near the door. "Sayuri has psychic powers; she can control people without harming them, and erase their memories if I need her to. She isn't hurting this woman, and after we leave, Sayuri will make sure she doesn't remember that we were here."

If he hadn't been so upset, he might have noticed the way Ishimaru kept his hand near the other Pokéballs. Mondo would have been hurt - he would never hurt his aniki, after all - but he would have understood. After what he did to Fujisaki, it was only natural for Ishimaru to be wary around him.

But he didn't see Ishimaru's hand linger over the Pokéballs, he was too busy watching the fox-thing on the floor warily.

"Psychic powers? You're fucking kidding me." What, was she correct in her predictions twenty percent of the time as well? "Psychics" were just phonies who were particularly good at reading people, that was all.

Then how could he explain what happened to the nurse? Mondo glanced at her again, finding himself looking away from her blank eyes almost immediately. It was creepy. Very few things actually bothered Mondo. This was one of them.

"So, what, you just remove her memories and that's it? You fuck around with her head and you say that's not hurting her?" Mondo's voice was rising again, but he didn't particularly care. Something about that was hitting him very wrong and for a moment, he couldn't place what it was. It wasn't like he had a bad memory or had ever forgotten anything of extreme importance. No, what bothered him had nothing to do with his own memories, or lack thereof.

The trial; his execution. Ishimaru didn't seem to remember either of those. Was this why? Had this damn thing gone to town on his memories? Maybe it thought it was helping by removing the bad memories from its trainer's mind. "You really think that's fucking okay? That it's any better than fucking with a person's face? This is-- it's--!"

Mondo returned to clenching his fists, digging his nails into his palms in an attempt to get some control over a situation that was rapidly unraveling. "That's fucking cowardly! If you're gonna take the fucking things, at least give them a fighting chance to get them back! This is fucking sick, aniki!"

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