Day Two

[Sasuke Uchiha]

“Saddle up as soon as you're done, ladies,” the water-type Pokémon commanded, “We've got more ground to cover.”

Easy for you to say, pipsqueak, all you’ve done is look at your map… thought the adolescent shinobi, as an exaggerated breathe escaped his lungs. Although annoyed with the newly formed leadership, Sasuke had to admit it, Wartortle had fallen into command rather easily, as though it came natural to him; a born leader. The young ninja pondered: to what sort of experience did this abrasive little turtle possess, to of given him such a quality? In the Village Hidden in the Leaf, shinobi were born and bred to carry out missions; to become natural born leaders. Did this Pokémon share a similar lifestyle? How had this aquatic creature come to command such a presence?

Sasuke’s face lit up, a grin stretching across his visage. Imagery of this creature, fully dressed in Kakashi’s wear, and barking out orders to a squad of shinobi played in the ninja’s mind; Sasuke chuckled at the thought.

Suddenly, Wartortle shot the youth a menacing stare and raised his voice with a growl, “What’s so f*ckin’ funny?”

Holding the rear position, Vincent peered up ahead to see what the commotion was about and, fearing trouble, the gunslinger resolved to move in for a closer look.

Sasuke, who hadn’t anticipated being questioned on the matter, was caught off guard, and blurted out the truth, “Hmph, it’s just funny, that’s all. The great Uchiha, the most formable clan of shinobi in all of existence, and here I am, taking orders from a talking turtle. It’s pretty funny.” He laughed.

“He’s right, you know, Warts.” Interjected the black and red garbed mercenary.

“Don’t call me that!” spat the azure reptile as he gave the merc a disdained look.

“Oh, come on! It’s a great story. You’re a great character. You’re real funny.” Deadpool pressed the conversation, slapping his hand to shell, displaying comradery.

Wartortle however, seemed to be taking offense, because his next question sounded with an alarming volume and a hostile tone, “The F*CK?! W-what do you mean? You mean the way I talk... Oooooor... What??”

“It’s...J-just It’s… It’s just funny… Ya know… The way your story is told… It’s… just funny…” Deadpool stammered, now back pedaling.

Wartortle, who had been leading their convoy, stopped, turned about to face Deadpool, and approached him directly as he spoke again, “Funny how?... I mean, what’s funny about it?”

Vincent stepped forward, noticing that the situation was escalating with his newly formed alliance, and began to mediate, “Hey now, we’re all on the same side here. Let’s just take it easy, you’ve got it all wrong Wartortle--”

The words fell on unaffected ears, as Vincent was interrupted by the angered Pokémon, “Oh, whoa, whoa, Vincent. No, he’s a big boy, he knows what he said…” Wartortle paused for a moment and directed his attention back to Deadpool, snarling as he continued, “What’d you say?... Funny how?”

Deadpool, fearing the shaky foundation he had only just built was all about to crumble, stammered in his response, “J-just… Just… ya know… you’re funny..”

“You mean... –AND let me just understand this, because I don’t know… Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m just still a little f*cked up and not hearing correctly, but just… exactly how am I’m funny, how? What, like I’m a clown? What? I AMUSE you? I make you laugh? Huh?! I’m here to F*CKING ammmuuuse you? What do you mean funny? Funny how? How the F****CK am I funny?”

“…. I don’t know… J-just… Ya know, how your story is told… W-whaaat?”

“No, no, I don’t know. You said it. How do I know? You said I’m funny. How the F*CK am I funny? What the F*CK is SO funny about me?! Tell me! Tell me what’s so funny!” the Pokémon barked as he reached for his dastardly weapon of choice, the nail gun.

Silence ensued for what felt like an eternity, the more humanoid characters of the group shared nervous glances at each other until finally, Deadpool broke the silence. Howling with laughter, the mercenary raised a finger to the Pokémon, “Get the F****ck ooouuutttaa here Warts!!!”

The Pokemon’s face lit up with amusement, displaying a devious smile.

“Wartortle!” Vincent exclaimed as he started to chuckle himself.

“This MOTHERF*CKER!!!” Wartortle shouted with a devilish grin on his face, “I almost had him, I almost had him!” Deadpool, still laughing, shook his head, as the Pokémon continued, “Ya stutterin’ prick! Hahaha!”

With an uproar of laughter shared by all, Wartortle’s visage came alive with amusement as he spoke again, “Hey, Sasuke, was he shaking? Did he piss himself?!”

Sasuke couldn’t help but smile. This fuckin guy is crazy… the youth thought.

“I wonder about you sometimes Deadpool! Let’s not get captured, ya might fold up under questioning! Hahahaha! Little b*tch.” The tiny turtle remarked as he jumped up and punched Deadpool in the ribs; hard.

Deadpool winced and shook his head.

The joy on Wartortle's face dissipated and in place, a more serious expression was left, "Alright, now, let's get that damn Furbie. I'm gonna shove it up Karl Jak's ass!"