Rated PG-13 for violence. May be moved to Team Rocket Headquarters if violence becomes excessive.

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PREFACE
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I loved him, yet I could do nothing as I watched him die.
We'd ran through the halls, the Orai on our trails. Once we'd realized that the Chaos powers which had been granted by the ascended to fight them were no longer having any effect whatsoever, we knew we would all die. So we ran.
The were right behind us, having resorted to violence for earth's take over. We ran, and ran, and ran for the stargate, our radios echoing cries and screams of who'd been shot down. I almost stopped when we heard that Daniel had been taken down; he'd been holding off some of the Priars and had caused us to be able to escape.
And then the explosion occured. I felt myself flying through the air, landing with a thud far from where I had began. The smoke had barely cleared when I saw him, kodachi drawn, standing face to face with one of the Priars, possessed by an Orai. He dodged as the Priar sent flames at him, and tried to get in a strike, but the Priar had been ready.
It had been effortless, as he sent powerful ki flames straight through him, his body flying through the air above me. I cried his name, crawling over to him, his eyes barely open, moving to caress my face one last time.
And he was gone.

We'd gotten lucky. Saito, my father, had realized that the Orai were being affected and charged in with a few other members of chaos, my brother, Gary, pulling me to safety.
Earth was safe.
But he was still dead.

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"She's still refusing to eat, General."
"Is that so, Lt. Colonel... Katanoki Shinji?"
"Yes, sir." Shinji quickly spoke to Brigadier General Saito Hajime, the leader of the anti-Orai underground base.
"... See if that friend of hers, Colonel Angrite... see if he can get her to eat something."
"Yes, sir." Shinji saluted to Saito, then quickly walked off to Angrite's office, knocking on his door.

"Come in." Angrite said quickly as he continued filling out paperwork.

Shinji quickly walked into Angrite's office, shutting the door behind him.
"Sir, could you try to talk to Major Himura? She's stopped eating and has become lethargic. Frasier thinks that she won't last more than a few days like this, with her wounds and the lack of nourishment." Shinji spoke in a rush, terrified of the interrogation officer.

Angrite sat his pen down on the papers and rubbed his eyes. "Sure. It'll give me a break from this paperwork." He stood up. "Lead the way."

Shinji quickly ran out of the room, leading Angrite to the infirmary, where Grey was in a bed.
"Hey, Grey..."
"I request that you two go away, sir."

((XD))

"I'll have to say no. I've been asked to talk to you." Angrite replyed, looking at her with concern showing in his face.

"Fine, just make it quick."

((Post something in the Game Corner RPG, it's the first pokémon RPG here.))

'... What would be the right thing to ask at the moment...?' Angrite asked himself. "How are you doing?"

"Bad. I'm going to die in a few days, though, so I'll be better then."

"Oh, really?" Angrite asked, smirking a bit. 'That's what you think...'

"It's what I know."

"So you won't eat... and the wounds are bad..." Angrite said as he slid a chair over next to her and sat down. "Why do this? Why not just let them help? Will you just let you life slip away because of what happened?

"Yeah."
"Stupid brat."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a stupid brat."
"Very funny."
"Wasn't a joke, but, if you want to go ahead and die, let yourself. Just don't think that Aoshi'll be very happy when he sees you in Hell with him."
"Don't you dare talk to me about Aoshi! He-"
"Was my brother. So I have as much right as anyone to talk of him. But, as I said... Here," he spoke, handing his katana to her.
"Go ahead, you know you want to. And Aoshi'll be... thrilled, to say the least. Especially after he died to save you, little brat."

Angrite nodded coldly. "You want to die. Do it. You're just keeping that spot from someone who wants help."

"... Whatever." She spoke, throwing the katana back into Shinji's hands.

"Eat. I'll come back to check on you in a bit. I've got paperwork to finish." Angrite said as he moved to exit from the infirmary. Not really one of his favorite places to be.

(( I want to say something about the nurses so bad! XD Them always bugging him or something like that. XD))

"Could you at least get the damned nurses off my back, then?"

((There you go.))

Angrite stopped at the door. "They're bothering you? Sure. I'll take care of it." He said as he laughed quietly. "Been wanting to yell at them... And now I have a reason." He turned and walked over to the nurses' station.

Shinji all of a sudden notices...
All the nurses are wearing black and are very quiet, except when they see someone new to annoy.

Angrite stood quietly looking at them. 'Looks like some group of....' he trailed off in his thoughts.

"Why the hell are you dressed like that?" Shinji asked, despite Grey motioning for him to stop behind the nurses' backs.
"The bishounen has died! The bishounen has died!" The nurses cried, Grey facepalming behind them in annoyance.
"Angrite, request permission to leave."

"Permission granted. They might be the reason you wanted to die... Get packed up. And I'll let the Lt. Colonel find you a place. If you need anything, I'll be in my office." He walked off quietly.

Shinji quickly hurried Grey out of the infirmary, leading her to his room. "Come on, you can use my office..." He spoke as he let her in, helping her lay on the bed, then sitting at his desk, working on some paperwork.

"Some messed up people working here... Mainly those nurses..." Angrite muttered as he sat his pen down and yawned. All his paperwork finally done.

Shinji worked on a few papers, then stopped, looking down at the next paper.
The request for time off that Aoshi had gotten cleared for that last week of peace before the Orai struck.
He put it in a small stack on his desk, making sure it was facedown.
Oh, what the hell. The next was a request for transference. Someone was asking to lead Grey's now leaderless team...

((That can be you or one of your other characters, if you want. *coughGhostcough*))

There was a cough at the door. "I see you have my request." Ghost spoke up as he leaned against the door paneling.

Grey lay awake, pretending to be asleep to listen in.
Shinji stole a glance at Grey before saying, "I'm sorry, but... I doubt certain team members would want a new CO just yet."

"They might." Ghost said, quietly.

"... I doubt it seriously."

((IM! I-FREAKING-M!))

"I don't."

"... I'm going to allow you on this team, but for obvious reasons, Frasier's asked that the team have two month's downtime for psychological recovery."

Ghost nodded. "I completely understand."

"Good. Now, if you would excuse me, I still have some more work to do..."

"Same here." Ghost said as he walked off.

"So you're joining the team, Ghost?" Grey said, revealing herself to be awake.

Ghost stopped quickly. "I knew you were awake." He said as he laughed some, a bit odd for him. "Yeah I am, though."

"... That's... nice..." Grey whispered, looking up at the ceiling.

Ghost walked over to her bed. "How you doing, kid...?" He asked, trying to resist the urge to ruffle her hair.

((XD))

"Fine." Grey said without emotion, still staring straight up at that ceiling.

"I'm sorry about what happened... I truely am. And I hope that you won't have a problem with me as the leader."