Scary Things Come In Pink, Fuzzy Packages
Chapter 10 : The Butterfree Effect
Rating: R
By Rodriguez Anna

> Neesha, Mewtwo, and Mew sat there in the past. Yes, the past. They wondered where they would find 15 year old Giovanni. Mewtwo searched the Rocket home and found them in a room upstairs that was rarely used in the present. It was a study. Mewtwo remembered this from searching Giovanni’s memories.

“We have to hurry. It’s happening soon,” Mewtwo said. Mew nodded.

“Where are they?” Neesha asked.

“Upstairs,” Mewtwo said quietly.

The three ran up the stairs. Neesha looked around, not seeing anything. Mew and Mewtwo got inside Neesha, Neesha feeling a little more powerful than before.

“Is that completely necessary?” Neesha asked. Mewtwo smirked.

“Absolutely.” Neesha sighed. Mewtwo had Neesha walk closer to the room Tanaka and Giovanni were in.

No one was there. Mewtwo frowned.

“We might be too early, I guess,” Mewtwo said, thinking he was too late. The room was perfectly fine. He expected it to be tattered, with blood on the floor. But it wasn’t. Mewtwo had Neesha walk across the hall to where Tanaka and Alicia’s room was. They were sleeping in it.

“Perfect,” Mewtwo said. Neesha slipped in the room quietly. Mewtwo and Mew made her invisible.

“Don’t freak out if they wake up. They can’t see you,” Mewtwo said. Neesha nodded, still trying to be quiet. She walked over to Tanaka’s pillow and slipped her hand under it to get his gun. Mewtwo provided that information. And her father usually kept his gun there when he slept too. She also found his knife under the pillow as well. Two for one. Neesha smiled.

“Are there any other things I should take, Mewtwo?” Neesha asked. Mewtwo sighed.

“Yeah. But we have to get them downstairs,” Mewtwo said.

They ventured downstairs to the kitchen where all the alcohol was kept.

“There’s a lot. How are we gonna get it out of here?” Neesha asked. Mew giggled. Mewtwo smirked.

“I think you underestimate my power,” Mewtwo said as he teleported all of it to a random Orange Island.

“Problem solved. Now let’s get out of here.”

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Tanaka became desperate. There was no booze in his house. He could’ve sworn there was some the day before. He went into the bathroom medicine cabinet and drank any liquid medicine he could find. It didn’t take long for him to vomit. He stumbled around, confused and dazed. Alicia paid no heed to it. It was common.

Tanaka stumbled into the study, where Giovanni was doing his homework. Tanaka fell down next to his son. Giovanni rolled his eyes, thinking his father was drunk and trying to annoy him. It was working.

“What?” Giovanni barked.

“Don’t you want to say hi anymore?” Tanaka voice was extremely slurred.

“Leave!” Giovanni rubbed his forehead. His father tried to get up but puked all over the desk where Giovanni was working, and all over his homework. Giovanni looked at him, pissed.

“You got a problem, pussy?” Tanaka giggled, handing the empty bottle of rubbing alcohol to Giovanni, Tanaka thinking there was still more in it. Giovanni batted it away.

“You’re gonna kill yourself,” Giovanni snapped.

“So?” Tanaka laughed, still on the floor.

“Fucking baka,” Giovanni left the room to get his mother. Tanaka smiled, feeling his insides burn within him.

“Mom, dad got a hold of something. Should we take him to the hospital?” Giovanni asked calmly. His mother was turned away from him. She turned around, her eyes red and puffy.

“Just leave him!” She screamed. Giovanni walked to her side.

“What happened?” He asked. She slapped Giovanni.

“It’s your father and my business! Just . . . just leave me alone!” She yelled at him. He bit his tongue and left her alone. Tanaka fell down the stairs to where Alicia was. Alicia ran to his side, realizing that he had a gun.

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Giovanni ran back to where his mother was after he heard the gun shot. He found both his parents lying on the floor, one bleeding, one laughing.

“I killed her! Now I can have Team Rocket!” Tanaka giggled. Giovanni ran to him.

“What the fuck, dad?! You killed her!” Giovanni knelt down to his mother, only to find that she was dead. And then his father slipped away, now dead. Both of his parents were dead. He cried as his brother ran to his side.

“WHAT DID YOU DO, GIOVANNI?!” Oikawa yelled, immediately running to his father. Giovanni held his mother in his arms, still crying.

“Dad was drunk and he shot her,” Giovanni sobbed louder. Oikawa slapped Giovanni in the same place his mother slapped him.

“You killed dad, didn’t you?!” Oikawa asked, enraged.

“No!” Giovanni whined. Oikawa grabbed Giovanni’s neck, pushing Giovanni’s body under his. Oikawa tightened his grip, cutting off whatever air Giovanni could’ve survived by.

“I didn’t . . . kill . . .dad,” Giovanni gasped. Oikawa kept his grip on Giovanni’s neck with one hand and punched with the other hand.

“YOU KILLED DAD!” Oikawa screamed. Giovanni squirmed and tried to get away from Oikawa.

“If you kill me, you’ll have no one,” Giovanni said quietly. Oikawa heard him and slapped him for it.

“I don’t need you,” Oikawa said murderously and punched his again. Giovanni was losing consciousness fast. Oikawa let go of him, Giovanni coughed and gasped for air. Oikawa stood up and grabbed his father’s gun. Giovanni wondered what he would to him, being over powered by Oikawa. Giovanni ran for the phone and called the guards. Oikawa was not planning to do anything to Giovanni. Oikawa shot himself.

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Neesha, Mewtwo, and Mew felt the shift in time hit them like a brick. Giovanni changed immediately the next morning. He was a long more depressed and dark, but Mewtwo sensed that the stress had gone. He figured that the stress came from Oikawa and Tanaka always out to get him. History of Giovanni changed rapidly. Neesha wondered if he would at least be similar to the way he was before. She hoped it was for the better. If not, Mewtwo and Mew would have to help her do it again.

“Are you okay, dad?” Neesha asked at breakfast.

“Yeah. Why?” Giovanni snapped, not feeling any different. Neesha shook her head.

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“Something’s wrong,” Mewtwo said, breaking the awkward silence in Neesha’s room. Neesha was playing Halo with Mew.

“What?” Neesha asked.

“Blackwargreymon is nonexistent,” Mewtwo said, missing the only creature in the world that truly understood him.

“Hm m m . . . I should’ve figured,” Neesha said. Mew nodded.

“There’s something else,” Mewtwo said dangerously.

“What?”

“Your father’s mother is alive,” Mewtwo said.

“WHAT?!?!” Neesha ran to Mewtwo, who was sitting on her bed.

“Tanaka shot her, that doesn’t mean she died,” Mewtwo said. “She recovered from the wound.”

“Does my dad know this?” Neesha asked.

“Obviously . . .” Mewtwo said and then realized something, “ . . .not.”

“Why?” Neesha asked, Mew sitting on her shoulder now, intrigued.

“She faked her death to get out of controlling Team Rocket,” Mewtwo said, a little shocked himself.

“Wow,” was all Neesha could manage. She sat down next to Mewtwo.

“Should we change it?” Neesha asked finally. Mewtwo opened his eyes.

“Maybe. But your dad has a lot less stress now. It might be easier for us to leave him how he is now,” Mewtwo said. Mew got into Neesha’s lap, hoping to cheer her up.

“Could you read the future for me?” Neesha asked him, because she did not want to.

“Why? I thought you didn’t want to go forward,” Mewtwo said. Neesha shook her head.

“I didn’t. But I have to know what this will mean later. Will we ever see her again?” Neesha asked. Mewtwo sighed.

“Your father sees her every night,” Mewtwo said calmly.

“What?” She asked.

“He dreams of her each night, just as he used to even before we changed time,” Mewtwo admitted.

“Was he close to her?” Neesha asked.

“Yes. He hated his father. His mother was the only person he could escape to. His older brother Angel left the home when Giovanni was eight. Oikawa started beating you father when he was nine, since Angel wasn’t there to protect Giovanni anymore. And Tanaka did the same as Oikawa. Alicia couldn’t stop it, since she was always gone working every day,” Mewtwo said. Neesha let a tear fall down her cheek.

“Does he still have tendencies to hurt me?” Neesha asked, only coming back from the past last night. Mewtwo sighed.

“Yes. It’s worse,” Mewtwo spoke softly. Mew looked up at Neesha. Neesha wasn’t taken back from this. She figured this would happen.

“So he has less stress, huh?” Neesha asked Mewtwo.

“You can’t let him do this, Neesha. It’s not right,” Mewtwo said to her.

“It helps him. I mean, he’s taken over Team Rocket, the gym, and the Guild! That four times the work that his mother and father had, and they went insane! My father is doing a great job with everything and if he needs me to help him, I will!” Neesha yelled. Mewtwo was taken back. He considered taking over Neesha’s mind and curing her Stockholm but there was more to this story. That’s the disadvantage to having a psychic in your stories. They know the ending before the beginning.

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Giovanni sat in his front room, drinking brandy, doing a lot of thinking. He thought about all the children he had. Seven girls. Never a son. The first girl he had was when he was 16. The mother of his first child was just a simple Rocket member. She had blonde hair and was the cutest girl he had ever seen. She was a year older than him, but he didn’t mind. She didn’t either. All she wanted was his money. He ended up killing her after she had his child. They named her Blair. She lived with Giovanni until she was kidnaped and killed by a gang that was trying to make Giovanni’s life Hell. Giovanni’s second pair of girls he had were Jenna and Tessa. Both were vivacious girls who loved trouble. They were identical twins and would switch places all of the time. Both had perfect bodies and would run off with men way older than them. Giovanni didn’t care. Their mother was not very respected by Giovanni.

By the next girl Giovanni produced, he determined he’d never ever have a son. He already had four daughters. The next girl’s name was Keesha, daughter of Sabrina. She had more features of Giovanni, and he was sure that Keesha would be his heir to his throne. But it so happens that Keesha didn’t like the idea that her father was a crime lord, and she set out on Pokemon journey.

Tasha was next. Giovanni really didn’t like Tasha much, or her mother. Giovanni tried to convince Tasha to take over Team Rocket, and Tasha accepted, but Tasha was lazy and unorganized. Giovanni tried to get Tasha to become more responsible, but nothing worked.

And then came Neesha. The last hope of Giovanni, who was very convinced he was stuck with girls. Giovanni was almost desperate to have someone take over his empire that had his blood. Neesha came willingly. Too willingly. Giovanni didn’t like how much she would do anything for him, but he learned to use that to his advantage. Obviously, she as his favorite daughter, but she made him feel dirty. But she was basically just a tool to him, not a daughter.

Giovanni took another drink. He tried not to think about Neesha for once, but sometimes, it was all he could do.

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Giovanni violently pressed his lips to Neesha’s. She tried to resist for a moment and then remembered that it was hopeless. She let him finally. He held her face to his using his hands and then pulled her onto the floor with him. He fell with a thud that shook everything fragile in the house. Neesha couldn’t think straight. She never could when he did this to her. He stopped kissing her then and held her on top of him with his hands by her waist. She looked into his eyes, wondering why this had to be the only thing to relieve him.

“I love you, Neesha,” Giovanni smiled. She weakly smiled back.

“Love you too, dad,” She managed. It wasn’t that hard, but it came more and more difficult as time went on. Giovanni gently kissed her cheek and flipped around to be on top of her. He kissed down her chest to her sweet spot and stopped.

“Where’s Carmen?” Neesha asked, impatiently, almost feeling a little rebellious towards her father this time around. She figured at some time in her life, this would make her tick. Perhaps it was starting now, she thought.

“Business. Why?” Giovanni asked with a malicious smirk on his face. “Don’t tell me you want her to replace you.”

“Maybe, father. I’m getting married,” Neesha said, a bit stern.

“I’m getting married too, darling. That’s not stopping me from having the best sex of my life,” Giovanni licked her ear. Usually, that would drive her insane and make her tighten her thighs to him, but today she did nothing in response. Giovanni looked into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Giovanni asked.

“You.” Giovanni slapped her.

“Shut up. You like this. I know you do, you Stockholm infested bitch!” Giovanni pressed her to the floor and bit her neck sensually. She moaned.

“Stockholm? What’s that?” Neesha asked. Giovanni realized she didn’t know she had that yet.

“A disease, sweetie,” Giovanni kissed her passionately. She didn’t respond again.

“A disease? Since when had I been diseased?” Neesha asked frantically.

“Since I first made you scream in pleasure, now shut up and blow me,” Giovanni demanded calmly. Neesha freaked out.

“You gave me an STD?!” Neesha cried. Giovanni sighed.

“No. It’s when you like your captor, or something,” Giovanni kissed her. Neesha squirmed to try to get away.

“Get off me!” Neesha cried. Giovanni pinned her.

“What’s wrong with you?!” Giovanni yelled. Neesha cried.

“I want to go away,” Neesha said softly. Giovanni released her. She ran to her room, thanking God that she was spared for once. Giovanni went to his private bathroom and got into the hot tub to relax. What was wrong with Neesha today? She was . . . resistant for once. Giovanni felt a little different towards this though. He was so used to being in control of everything. And now Neesha was resistant. Giovanni did need a challenge in his life, since everything he wanted was given to him, one way or another. A challenge for power in bed would be exciting. Giovanni smirked to himself. Persian walked into the bathroom, and sat by the tub, dreading water. Giovanni playfully splashed Persian and she wigged out by the soft touch of hot water. She glared at Giovanni, who laughed and she left the room. Giovanni found this new discovery of himself to be quite interesting. And maybe he’d use it to his advantage.

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“Morning, honey,” Giovanni sipped his coffee. Neesha sat down at the table. She shivered, Mew and Mewtwo following her.

“Hey, dad,” She said a bit sadly. Giovanni stopped.

“What’s wrong?” Giovanni said, forgetting about the night before.

“Nothing, dad,” She sat down at the table as the cook quickly came out with a bowl of fruit and her waffles. Mewtwo sat down, next to her, glaring at Giovanni. Giovanni gave him a weird look.

“Who pissed in your cereal this morning, Mewtwo?” Giovanni took another sip of coffee. Mewtwo slammed his fists on the table and stood above Giovanni. Giovanni flinched a little. Mewtwo found that odd, but then remembered that the only protection against Mewtwo that Giovanni had was Neesha’s word. Blackwargreymon was nonexistent. Mewtwo smirked.

“You wanna keep your kitty?” Mewtwo said, reaching his hand behind him, starting up his psychic powers, ripping Persian from Giovanni’s bedroom, levitating the frantic cat above the table. Giovanni glared at Mewtwo.

“Put her down,” Giovanni said in a dangerous tone. Mewtwo could sense the friction that Giovanni and Mewtwo had after the time change. Mewtwo dropped Persian on purpose. Persian scrambled to get off the table and run off. Giovanni glared at Mewtwo. Mewtwo smirked at Giovanni.

“What’s the matter with you, Mewtwo?” Neesha exclaimed. Mew had the exact expression as Neesha, but did not say anything.

“What’s the matter with me? I can be angry at the man who made my life hell, can’t I?” Mewtwo’s eyes glowed with psychic energy. Neesha and Mew looked at each other.

“The shift must have made Mewtwo change too,” Neesha said quietly. Mew nodded, agreeing. Mewtwo grabbed Giovanni’s neck and brought him to the ground.

“Obey me!” Mewtwo shouted psychically.

“Mewtwo! Don’t freak out!” Neesha grabbed Mewtwo from behind, not really bothering to restrain him, knowing it was no good. Mewtwo stopped and Giovanni gasped for air. Mewtwo read her mind and figured out what happened. Giovanni stood up, rattled but okay. Then, the phone rang. Neesha ran to get it. Mew thought about stopping her, but decided things would be more entertaining if she answered it.

“Hello?” Neesha kept her eyes on Mewtwo, whom was eerily staring at Giovanni. Giovanni stared back, sitting down in his chair.

“Good morning, Neesha. Is your father there?” Lawrence’s father asked. Neesha smiled at the sound of her lover’s father.

“Yes he is. Should I get him?” Neesha asked. A few miles away, Lawrence III jerked at his tie that was a bit too tight.

“Yes please,” Lawrence said. (Yes, everyone calls him Jiraldan because that’s his better name but in English, his name is Lawrence and it’s been that way to me for four years. So I’m sorry I never got into Jiraldan. In this story, Giovanni’s the only one to call him that.) Neesha carried the phone to her father.

“It’s Lawrence III,” Neesha handed him the phone.

“Hello?” Giovanni answered.

“Hey, Giovanni. I need you to pay me a visit,” Lawrence said, sort of funny.

“Where are you? Are you in trouble?!” Giovanni asked, his imagination getting the best of him.

“I’m fine . . . I’m here in my home. I just need to talk with you about some . . . certain matters,” Lawrence fidgeted. Giovanni wondered what he was talking about.

“Is this about the money?” Giovanni asked.

“No . . . just please come,” Lawrence became worried that Giovanni wouldn’t.

“Is this about the legendaries?”

“No, I just need to speak with you in private.”

“Dammit, man! Just tell me!” Giovanni demanded. Lawrence curled his lip and began sobbing.

“Please . . . don’t question me. Just come,” Lawrence hung up. Giovanni pulled the phone away from his ear, curiosity eating away at him. Giovanni went to the closet and pulled out his coat and put his gun inside his lapel. Neesha looked at him.

“Lawrence wants me over,” Giovanni said quietly.

“Can I come?” Neesha asked.

“No. I have a feeling there’s something wrong with Jiraldan. I want to talk with him alone,” Giovanni said. Neesha nodded. Mewtwo still glared at Giovanni as he walked out.

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Giovanni drove his jet black Schigera down to a strange, dark mansion on the coast of Pallet Town, where you would cross the ocean to get to Cinnabar. He parked his car in front of the home and walked inside the home. Jiraldan had given him permission too long ago. Giovanni found the home to be dead silent, no lights lit. Usually, Jiraldan’s son would be running around, routy as ever, Jiraldan yelling at the to shut up and behave in the presence of their Boss, Giovanni. Giovanni never minded, since having a son of his own was his dream. As Giovanni was cursed with having girls, Jiraldan was cursed with having boys.

Giovanni found himself, snooping around, looking for Lawrence III. He crept up to Lawrence’s room and found him, sprawled on the bed, completely naked. Giovanni felt the need to look away, but at the same time, was worried for Lawrence. He ran to his side, shaking Lawrence.

“What’s the matter with you?! What happened?” Giovanni asked. Jiraldan turned his head slowly to Giovanni.

“What has happened to me?” Jiraldan asked. Giovanni grabbed a bed sheet and draped it over Jiraldan.

“Explain to me why you had me come?” Giovanni asked, kneeling at Jiraldan’s side. With one quick movement, Jiraldan grabbed Giovanni’s face and kissed him passionately. Giovanni’s eyes widened and tried to pull away from Jiraldan. Giovanni grabbed his hands and ripped Jiraldan’s lips from his.

“I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Jiraldan said, softly crying. Giovanni breathed in.

“What are you saying? What happened?” Giovanni said confused . . . . . he had not felt the ecstacy of a first kiss for the longest time. He had received and given first kisses too many times in his life to feel them anymore. But Jiraldan took him by surprise.

“My wife left me,” Jiraldan said, quietly. He sat up in bed, Giovanni still kneeling beside him.

“Why?” Giovanni asked stupidly.

“I told her I preferred men,” Jiraldan said, sobbing more. Giovanni broke form silence.

“Why did you tell her that?!” Giovanni asked, trying to see things his way. Jiraldan looked into Giovanni’s eyes.

“Because I . . . . I . . . . um . . . .,” Jiraldan gave up.

“You what?” Giovanni asked, getting closer, seeing if he became uncomfortable around him. Jiraldan shivered. Giovanni got even closer, putting his hand on Jiraldan’s thigh. Jiraldan gulped. Giovanni leaned over Jiraldan suddenly and returned Jiraldan’s kiss. Jiraldan lifted his weak hand to feel Giovanni’s cheek while they kissed. Giovanni felt something. He was kissing Lawrence III to see if he was his weakness, but for some reason, Giovanni was being turned on by this kiss. Giovanni became more passionate about it and opened Jiraldan’s lips with his tongue. Giovanni lay on top of Jiraldan, Jiraldan letting out a content sigh at the weight of another man. Jiraldan wrapped his arms around Giovanni tightly, causing Giovanni to sigh as well. The kiss ended then, both of them looking each other in the eye.

“No one must know of this, Jiri,” Giovanni kissed Jiraldan’s neck.

“Of course, Gio,” Jiraldan said, also accustoming himself to give his new lover a nickname. Giovanni took off his over coat and shirt, revealing the torso of a god. Jiraldan had never seen Giovanni this way and then regretting waiting to tell him his feelings that he had bottled up for so long.

Jiraldan shifted to get on top of Giovanni. Jiraldan slowly unzipped Giovanni’s pants, driving Giovanni insane with anticipation. Jiraldan pulled off his pants and threw them to the floor. Giovanni turned on his back, Jiraldan laying on top of him, pressing his face to Giovanni’s.

“I wanted to tell you, Giovanni. I love you,” Jiraldan said cautiously.

“Somehow, I think I loved you too,” Giovanni said, wondering what anal sex would feel like. It would be his first time. Jiraldan, without warning, shoved himself into Giovanni.

“Aaaah. . . . Christ! Warn me next time!” Giovanni gasped, it hurting a bit. Jiraldan pulled in and out, over and over again. Giovanni found it painful but somehow the pain seemed to turn him on.

After a few minutes, Giovanni flipped over and pinned Jiraldan down, playfully. Jiraldan fought him, trying to pin Giovanni down. Both twisted around, getting caught in the sheets. Jiraldan seized Giovanni’s legs and began sucking on his throbbing member. Giovanni, very taken by surprise, moaned out for the first time in years.

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Giovanni returned home late that night, since he had been at Lawrence’s so early in the morning. Neesha ran to his side.

“I missed you!” Neesha jumped into his arms and for a moment, she stayed there until she pulled away.

“Why do you smell like sex?” Neesha asked. Giovanni glared at her.

“Shut up.”

“No seriously! You do! Where did you go? Did you and Lawrence DP some chick?!” Neesha asked, knowing she was ticking off her father.

“Leave me alone.”

“Dad! Tell me! You can’t run off like that anymore! You’re getting married!” Neesha said. Giovanni stopped.

“CARMEN!”

“Yeah, she called today,” Neesha said, calmly. Giovanni ran to her.

“What did she say?!” Giovanni asked Neesha. Neesha shrugged.

“Just that she misses you and she’ll be back in a week.”

Mew giggled at Giovanni’s memories. Giovanni glared at Mew. Mewtwo appeared and saw the same thing still clear in Giovanni’s memories.

“Yeah, where WERE you?” Mewtwo asked sarcastically.

“You know where I was, asshole,” Giovanni spat at Mewtwo.

“Where did he go?” Neesha asked impatiently.