Scary Things Come In Pink, Fuzzy Packages
Chapter 2 : The Incinerating Begins
Rating: R By Rodriguez Anna

> Giovanni laid in bed, silently crying. He had not slept. And he had not cried for years and years. He finally felt alone in the world, knowing that the one person in the world that genuinely loved him was acting funny towards the one person in the world that angered him more than anything and everything put together. He stayed in bed, even though he knew many people were expecting to see him today. It was Saturday. Every Saturday, all the evil doers that had “important” issues would come to a meeting with Giovanni, since they all took orders from him. It was a very busy job, but he liked it. Of course, not anymore. He wanted his daughter back.

A knock at the door.

“Go the hell away!” Giovanni yelled, putting his face in his pillow. Carmen slipped in.

“Dear, it’s already three o’ clock! You have to get ready!” Carmen said, crawling into his king sized bed that he’d occasionally share with a random women when he felt like it. Since he was on his stomach, she climbed on his back and gave him a massage. Giovanni moaned in pleasure, happy for once.

“I did not sleep at all last night,” He complained. She sighed and kissed his cheek.

“I’m sorry. You could have summoned me,” She said sadistically, moving her hand between his legs, ticking his part. He smiled and sank into . . . whatever it is that he sank into. How the hell should I know? Why would I WANT to know? Jeez. You people expect too much out of me. I think I’ll change this to PG-13 for you kiddies. That’s what I’ll do, you kittens! Muhahaha! Suffer! Or maybe even R. Kiss my butt. Hey . . . R for Rockets! Oh yeah! That kicks butt!

“God, I hate this author!” Giovanni rolled his eyes at me. feels insulted G- he. . . he rolled his eyes at me! The nerve of him! Die clown! I think I’ll kill you off later in the story! After I play with your sex life! Muhahaha!

“Bite me,” Giovanni flicked me off. Hey! You son of a mother! Anyway, so yeah, Carmen’s getting all weird and sadistic on us. Big woop. It had to happen some time in her life. You think she’s hot and doesn’t get sex? No stupid! Duh.

I think I’ll change the scene. Before I get too carried away. Aw crap. Who cares?

“I love you, Gio!” Carmen mused. Giovanni smiled but didn’t move.

“Love you too sweetie,” Giovanni laid there. Carmen got off his back and got him a black button up shirt, some jeans, and went searching through his boxers, looking for some embarrassing ones. Until she came to a pair with Sailor Moon on them. She smiled and put them in a pile on his bed.

“Get dressed. I’ll make you some coffee,” Carmen said, ruffling his hair. She left the room and closed the door. He sat up and looked at his clothes she put next to his feet. Sailor Moon boxers, he thought. I don’t own Sailor Moon boxers!, he also thought. Shut up! ! ! ! !, he thinks at me. He thinks at me? WTF? Wow. I’m stupider than I thought. Crap, man! He got on some clothes, held the boxers in one hand and stepped out of his room.

“NEESHA!” He yelled. She scurried out of her room almost instantly, zipping up her pants, buttoning her shirt and she ran toward him.

“Yes dad?” She asked innocently, a little different than yesterday. A little more normal.

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Giovanni asked.

“Well . . . sometimes-,” Giovanni cut her off.

“THAT WAS RHETORICAL! You’re not supposed to answer me! ! !” He yelled. “You um . . . let me put it this way, you’re awake, your hair is all messed up, you have a hickie, and I do believe these are Lawrence’s!” Giovanni hissed, but not all THAT angry. Neesha put her hand over the hickie on her neck, grabbed Lawrence’s boxers from him and tried to quick fix her hair a little.

“Um dad . . . it’s three in the afternoon. I think I should be awake,” Neesha tried to defend herself.

“Are you having sex with him?” Giovanni asked blandly.

“No! I swear!” Neesha said honestly.

“I believe you sweetie. And even if you were, I’d say, “Congratulations! You’re doing a guy that isn’t half bad! Unlike the rest of your family . . . . that are female . . . including Uncle Patch on your mom’s side!” Giovanni joked. Neesha winced.

“DAD! That’s gross! I didn’t need to know that . . . ever!” Neesha turned around and walked back to her room.

“Neither did I. I found out the hard way!” Giovanni announced. Neesha shivered. And went back to her room. And slammed the door.

“My dad is insane,” Neesha announced to Lawrence, who was almost naked.

“I know,” Lawrence joked, looking at a book full of Neesha’s favorite pictures of friends and family. Most of the best known evil villains had their pictures taken by her and put in the book.

“Get some clothes on,” Neesha teased and threw his boxers at him.

“Hey! I’ve been looking all over for these!” Lawrence said, holding them up.

“Apparently, my dad found them in his drawers,” Neesha laughed quietly.

“Shit. Was he mad?” Lawrence asked.

“No. He thinks we’re having sex though,” Neesha smiled.

“Heh. I wish,” Lawrence muttered. Neesha heard him and glared at him.

“So who are we gonna bother today?” Neesha asked, sitting on the bed next to Lawrence.

“How about Darth Vader?” Lawrence asked, showing her the picture in her book.

“I dunno. He’s having it rough nowadays. Maybe we should try Dr. No,” Neesha exclaimed. Lawrence shook his head.

“Too stiff. I talked to him a few weeks ago. He’s not a good joker,” Lawrence said. Then they both had the same idea.

“The Joker!” They said in unison. And then they laughed.

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Giovanni got up and walked to the kitchen. Carmen was there, making coffee as she said she would. He sat down at the 30 ft. table and put his head on it, tired. Neesha and Lawrence sat down too, at the opposite end of the table.

“Nice boxers,” Giovanni weakly smiled at Lawrence. Lawrence weakly smiled back.

“Thanks, grandpa,” Lawrence said. Neesha jabbed him in his ribs. Persian came in and sat next to Giovanni. He took time to pet her, and she purred contently.

“So, Neesha, what digimon did you get?” Giovanni asked. Neesha never really thought about it. She DIDN’T get a digimon.

“I guess I didn’t get one,” Neesha said.

“I thought I saw it in the video. It was small and pink,” Giovanni wondered.

“Oh that? Um . . . it was my backpack,” Neesha tried to find a way to escape the position.

“Really? I thought you pack was beige. That’s odd,” Giovanni continued to pet Persian.

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It was killing Giovanni. He wanted to know more about the little pink thing that he could’ve sworn wasn’t a backpack. He watched the tape again and viewed a close-up of th object, only to find that it was Mew, the legendary Pokemon. His eyes narrowed and he wondered why Neesha would lie to him about it. Maybe she thought he would take it away from her. He threw his glass full of vodka at the ground and shattered it. He did want Mew, and however Neesha came by it was a miracle, but he made himself swear that he would not take it form her. Persian looked up at him, looking a little worried for her master. She climbed up onto his lap and slipped. Her claw cut deeply into his right thigh and he yelled in agony. He threw Persian off him onto the floor and held his leg and tried to stop the pain.

“DAMMIT YOU STUPID CAT!” Giovanni he yelled. Persian cowered in the darkness of the lair and awaited him to kick her. Giovanni squinted and watched the blood flow, trying to stop it with his hand. He breathed heavily and tried to stand, but the pain was too much and he fell back into his seat. Persian knew that she deserved to be punished so she slowly crept towards him and stood in front of him. He looked at her, wondering why she came back to him so soon. Persian licked the wound and he gasped in more pain, but he knew she meant well. She stopped and sat there, not looking at him. She then ran off to get a Rocket member that guarded the door. She bit the man’s pants cuff and the man tried to resist.

“Hey, stop that!” He kicked her. She still pulled, semi-violently.

“Boss! Your Persian has gone mad!” He said, kicking her again.

“Could you come here a second?” Giovanni called to him, not able to stand on his own. Persian stopped tugging when she heard this from her master. The man ran up the stairs to Giovanni, to the ledge where he would always sit. When the Rocket saw that Giovanni was bleeding to the point where it wasn’t healthy, he ran to him.

“Should I get a doctor?” He asked.

“Yes please,” Giovanni tried to remain calm, but everything seemed to be going black.

Giovanni passed out. The man ran down the stairs and out the door as fast as he could, Persian following. The man thought maybe the Persian wanted to help, or maybe she was trying to bite him again. But he kept running to the Imposter Nurse Joy.

“Help! The Boss passed out!” The man, known as Clyde, called to Joy. Joy looked up and ran with him. Persian ran to the side of them. Joy almost flew up the stairs and ran to Giovanni’s side, who was completely out of it, slumped over in his chair.

“Help me get him to the ER!” Joy called out to Clyde, wondering what the heck happened. Then seeing that Persian looked very concern, she figured Persian had accidentally cut him. Clyde got under one arm, Joy got under the other.

On the way to the ER, Giovanni blood spilled all over the hall. Persian stopped to smell it, in case it should have to remember it later, in case all this talk of death out of him came to be. Neesha skipped down the halls of the Team Rocket Head quarters like she always did. (Mind you, the Rocket mansion and Team Rocket Head quarters are connected through an underground passage, making travel easier for them all. Forgot to mention that.) She saw Clyde, who she had become good friends with, and Joy carrying . . . HER DAD! She ran over to them looked at his face. His eyes were closed, and he was very pale. And she noticed a puddle of blood trailing from his main lair. She started crying.

“What happened?” She cried.

“I think it might have been Persian who cut him,” Joy said, not stopping for small talk. Neesha followed them to the ER.

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Giovanni woke up, VERY confused. He sat up, in quite a bit of pain in his leg. He was in a hospital bed. He then remembered Persian cut him. And there she was, sitting next to his bed. He smiled, not angry, and pet her head. She knew he forgave her.

He looked under his sheets and saw the humongous stitches in his right leg. It grossed him out and he stopped looking at it. Suddenly, it hurt more than it did before. He yelled out in pain. Joy ran back into his room.

“Is there something I can do, Boss?” Joy asked, trying to find a way to ease his pain.

“Did you even give me any morphine, stupid?” Giovanni bit his tongue in pain.

“I gave you five shots of it! I’m surprised you’re not high!” Joy exclaimed.

“I wish I was,” Giovanni said, laying back in bed, breathing heavily again. Neesha ran to her father’s side and Lawrence quickly came in behind her.

“What happened?” She asked extremely scared for him.

“Persian jumped up on me, accidentally scratching me,” He winced, trying to subdue the pain on his own, realizing that if the morphine did anything, it hurt ten times worse than it did now.

“Wow. I thought she attacked you,” Neesha said. “Do you know how bad it is?”

“How bad could it be?” Giovanni asked, holding Neesha’s hand.

“She cut down two inches deep, for about a foot across your leg,” Neesha saddened.

“Wow,” Giovanni sighed, glad that she really hadn’t attacked him. He might have been killed it she did, seeing that an accident almost did.

“You even had to get a blood transfer,” Neesha squeezed his hand a little.

“Thank you, honey,” Giovanni smiled at her, even under all the pain.

“I didn’t give it to you,” Neesha said, kissing his hand.

“Who did? Didn’t your blood match mine?” Giovanni asked.

“Uncle Oikawa did. Mine didn’t match,” Neesha looked down. Oikawa walked into the room with perfect timing.

“What?” Giovanni asked, shocked. He raised his hand to grab his gun and kill him, not realizing that they doctors had taken it from him. He sat back, and looked at his brother helplessly. Oikawa came closer to him, face to face, only a few inches away. Neesha backed up. Lawrence, knowing the issues with Oikawa in the past and sitting down, fingered his knife hidden in his steel toed boots. Oikawa smiled deviously at his helpless younger brother.

“You are nothing now. No strength, no one to love you, no one to help you now. Ha, this is working out better than I planned,” Oikawa said and walked out of the room. Giovanni laid back.

“Come Neesha!” Oikawa called to her. She scurried after him. Lawrence sat in the chair, letting go of his knife and looked at the ground, wondering what to do.

“What does he have on you?” Lawrence asked quietly. Giovanni put the pain out of his mind.

“Neesha. He has her now,” Giovanni let go on one tear and that slid down his face.

“How? Why does she listen to him?” Lawrence asked, looking at Giovanni.

“Oikawa has a project that he’s conducting on people, specifically children. It’s mind control. He can only do children because he hasn’t found a system strong enough to do adults,” Giovanni let more tears go. He did not whimper, and even sound as if he were crying, he just had tears stream down his face.

“So he’s using her?” Lawrence tried to piece it all together.

“Yes,” Giovanni said quietly. Lawrence took a deep breath.

“I’ll help you no matter what,” Lawrence said trying to be confidant.

“You always have,” Giovanni swallowed hard.

“Do you need me to kill him?” Lawrence asked. Giovanni looked at him, his eyes a little red from crying but now his eyes were narrowed and surprised.

“Are you sure you want to? I’d feel just as good about it if I did it,” Giovanni said quietly.

“If I do it, your family won’t resent you for it,” Lawrence steepled his fingers and put them up to his face. Giovanni looked away from him.

“How much money do you want?” Giovanni amazed that he was this desperate, to use his best friend’s son as a hitman.

“Not much. I just want you to guarantee my father’s funding that he’s going to ask from you tonight,” Lawrence said.

“Done,” Giovanni said.

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Giovanni was back in his room within the hour. He put on a new suit, with a dark blue shirt under it and a black tie. His pants were strange, given to him by Vash, Lawrence’s cousin. Vash’s pants had buckles all over them, in which, so did Giovanni’s. He liked them but today, he actually needed them to tighten around his stitches, so his pants would not rip a stitch out of irritate it. He grabbed a hand gun, and limped out the door to the main meeting room.

The main meeting room was huge. The only things in the room were a very large oak table, about 50 feet long, with chairs set all around, and several plush chairs scattered around. And even then, people were forced to stand. The next room had almost no furniture in it besides two couches and a table full of food, for after the meeting when people wanted to visit each other. It was basically a anime convention with no anime, besides the bad guys that came from animes. Maybe a bad guy convention. Yeah, that’s it. The whole heir to being the Boss of every bad guy was placed on Giovanni’s head. It used to be Giovanni’s mother, who I already said, killed herself. He was 15 when he had to take all of Team Rocket and everything else into his hands. His father ran off with another woman, took his two brothers with him. Giovanni was left alone, got into drugs and drinking, having sex with anyone, all at age 16. He shaped up soon after he realized that people were trying to kill him and/or arrest him. He never stopped drinking . . . or having sex, but it cleaned up after a while. But recently, he was back to drinking again.

He stepped into the meeting room, and everyone was already seated, or scattered throughout the room. He hid the limp and suffered the pain that he took two more doses of morphine without the doctors permission to bare through. He sat down at the very head of the table, Neesha sitting at the opposite end, smiling very widely at him. He smirked at her, knowing that as happy as she was with life, Team Rocket would tear her apart. So he was certain that he was going to leave his fortune to Lawrence. But he was afraid of Lawrence in a small way. Most of his family betrayed his company. Vash and Dante were always good guys, just well feared. Yumaki became good after the digidestined convinced him he was doing wrong. Cloud, Lawrence’s brother, backstabbed Giovanni. His father, Lawrence Sr., was trusted. And Lawrence never gave him a reason to not trust him but it was still very scary.

“Welcome, everyone,” Giovanni said, sitting down. “Let’s get down to business.”

“I got the ring back!” Sauron screamed, standing up, holding up some tinfoil.

“Ri i i i ight. Were you drinking out of the punch before the food time?” Giovanni joked. Sauron hiccupped.

“No!” Sauron said very suspiciously. Many bad guys laughed.

“Can I make a statement?” Phantom Renegade asked (from Metabots).

“What the hell, sure why not,” Giovanni said, liking the fact that people liked to make fun.

“I love Karin too!” Renegade said, standing on the table. Giovanni and others laughed.

“Do we have any funny punch left?” Giovanni asked joking. People laughed.

“So what is the big deal for being here today?” Poison Ivy asked. Giovanni smiled at her.

“We gotta talk about issues. Is anyone having any trouble?” Giovanni asked. Almost everyone raised their hands.

“Crap. Okay, who is actually having a serious problem? Not just the fact that you keep failing?” Giovanni asked again. Everyone put their hands down.

“Nice,” Giovanni said.

“Neesha told us you got hurt. What happened?” Darth Vader asked.

“My Persian accidentally scratched me,” Giovanni said. People were kinda surprised by the fact that Neesha had made it sound like such a big deal.

“It was worse than he makes it sound. He got cut really deep and really far,” Neesha said. Darth Vader nodded.

“I’m fine now,” Giovanni said. “Oh, Mr. Fowl is the newest member of our council. Did you transfer your son yet?” Giovanni asked. Neesha rolled her eyes and looked at Lawrence Jr. Lawrence rested his head on his hand.

“Yes I did. He met your daughter, he tells me,” Artemis Sr. said with poise. Giovanni looked at Neesha.

“Funny. She didn’t tell me. Then again we’ve had a lot going on lately, so we really haven’t gotten a chance to be with each other much lately to talk though,” Giovanni reasoned. Piedmon wiggled in his seat, taking a sip of a martini.

“Um . . . Mr. Rocket, I know this isn’t the best time but could I ask you for some money to finish my legendary Pokemon collection?” Lawrence Sr. asked. Giovanni looked at him, and then looked at Lawrence Jr. Lawrence nodded at him and Giovanni looked back over at Sr.

“Sure. Talk to me about the details later,” Giovanni said.

“What are the Rockets currently working on right now?” Lex Luthor asked.

“Um . . . we’re searching for Mewtwo again, and contain him hopefully. And as always, we’re getting Pokemon and-,” Giovanni then remembered the fact that Neesha had Mew. He looked at Neesha and she looked at him. She became fidgety and wondered why he was looking at her for, or what he remembered that suddenly worried him. She hoped it wasn’t the “backpack” thing. Giovanni snapped out of it. “And we’re in the middle of our cloning process.”

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After the meeting, Giovanni sat down on the couch and drank more vodka. More than he ever did. Neesha sat in her room, Lawrence had gone home. Giovanni limped into her room and sat next to her on her bed. She was reading a book that Anubis had given, called the Book of the Dead. She found it fascinating. Giovanni smiled at her.

“What did Oikawa do to you?” He asked her one last time.

“Nothing dad,” She was getting tired of hearing the same question.

“Did he put something in you?” Giovanni stroked her face.

“No,” She replied blandly, believing herself. Giovanni became angry with her, considering all the alcohol in his system.

“Yes he did!” Giovanni yelled, pinning her down. Her face went from content to afraid in less than a second. Giovanni became disgusted with her and took out his gun and pointed it to her forehead.

“TELL ME, STUPID GIRL!” Giovanni demanded, cocking his gun. Neesha cried silently, just like her father. He hated her tears, so he hit her head with the gun, as hard as he could. She cried out in pain.

“No dad, please not today,” She pleaded. He didn’t care. He was too far past violent. He threw her on the floor and put his gun back in his coat, taking out his knife he used to rape women. He cut away the back of her shirt, he laying on her stomach, quite and still. He carved into her skin “MINE”. She cries silently as he just cuts away, not caring if she’s in pain. He released her and she ran for the phone in her room and dialed Oikawa’s number.

“Oikawa?” She cried desperately. Giovanni heard the name and ran to her.

“Yes?” Oikawa said, wondering why she called.

“Daddy is hurting me,” Neesha cried, feeling the blood drip down her. Giovanni walked over to her, forgetting his leg pain, and grabbed the phone from her.

“DI I I I I I I I IE!” Giovanni seemed to yell forever to Neesha. Oikawa wondered if he was drunk or what his problem was. “I’m going to kill you, slowly and painfully. And I’m gonna make it look like an accident. And mommy will be happy that your sorry face will be six feet under. And I’m gonna kill anything that has to do with you!’

“That must mean Neesha too, eh?” Oikawa laughed. Giovanni yelled and moaned.

“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU FUCKER! I CAN’T STAND YOU ANYMORE!” Giovanni yelled and hung up. He dialed Lawrence’s phone number and Jr. answered.

“Hello?”

“Kill him soon,” Giovanni said enraged.

“I know. Tomorrow, okay?” Lawrence promised, cleaning his gun that he hadn’t used in a while, him holding the phone between his shoulder and the side of his head.

“You don’t know how badly this needs to happen,” Giovanni said, still extremely angry.

“It will, Mr. Rocket. I promise,” Lawrence hung up. Giovanni did too. Not wanting to of course.

“Dad, what’s wrong?” Neesha asked, very confused.

“Dad is going to do something wrong,” Giovanni said, very dazed.

“You always do things wrong,” Neesha pointed out. Giovanni shook his head. His anger had subsided.

“Where’s Mew?” He said, forgetting anything.

“What do you mean?” Neesha asked.

“You have Mew. I found out. Where is it?” Giovanni asked. Mew popped out of Neesha’s backpack, where it had been hiding. Giovanni pulled out his gun and out of instinct, Mew paralyzed him. He just stopped coldly and fell to the floor. Neesha looked at Mew and smiled.

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Giovanni woke up with the most horrible hang over, in his own bed. He knew he had been drunk last night. It happened all too often. But he wondered how he made it to his bed. He never got drunk and made it to his room. He always passed out on the couch or in the hall on his way to his room. He sat up, realizing he still had his business clothes on, and there was a blood stained knife next to him. He remembered last night at that moment and ran to Neesha’s room. She was not there. So he ran to the kitchen and found her sipping a cup of grape juice, smiling and reading a newspaper.

“Morning dad,” She said cheery. He fell to her feet and touched her side.

“Did I hurt you last night?” Giovanni asked, not remembering.

“I’m fine,” She said, looking back at the newspaper. He snatched the newspaper and threw it behind him. He softly grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“What did I do?” He asked, tears welling up. Why did he drink if he hated hurting his daughter? He wanted to know what possessed him to.

“You scratched me,” Neesha said, mocking how lightly he put Persian cutting him, and how he said it was a scratch.

“Where?” Giovanni asked. Then he remembered and lifted the back of her shirt. He saw a very clear word. Mine. He put her shirt down, fearing himself, and ran to his bedroom. Neesha shrugged it off. He came back with a small watch he made especially for her.

“See this, Neesha? It’s a watch that has a taser built in. If I ever lose it again, just press the green button on it,” Giovanni handed it to her.

“Okay,” she said, putting it on. He went to go change into some new clothes. She felt bad for her father, knowing he had a lot to deal with, and if she could ease his pain in any way, she would do what he wanted. So she put up with it. The door bell rang. Neesha quickly ran to answer the door and it was Lawrence. She smiled at him and ran into his arms.

“Good morning!” Neesha said happily. Lawrence smiled and returned the embrace, careful not to press him gun in his coat to her. Like Giovanni said, no need to worry her.

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Giovanni hastily got dressed into a button up shirt and jeans. He had no use for a suit today. It was the one day where he didn’t need to be dressed up. He spiked his hair for no good reason, shaved, and put some cologne on, just in case he were to drop in on Carmen. He went to greet his daughter a little better than before, only to see that Lawrence did it before he could. He sighed and sat down by them.

“Wazzup?” Lawrence said to Giovanni.

“Not much. How’s your father? I haven’t spoken with him in a while,” Giovanni realized, remembering that he didn’t speak with Lawrence Sr. last night after all.

“He’s fine. I told him about your situation and why you’re letting him have the money,” Lawrence said. Giovanni nodded. He trusted Lawrence Sr. with every molecule in his sick, twisted body. “He also said he would accompany with the job you had for me, just to make sure everything goes all right.”

“What job?” Neesha asked. Lawrence had specifically not said.

“Top secret, honey,” Giovanni said.

“Then why are you talking about it in front of me?”

“This is the only time we have alone,” Lawrence said and hugged her. Neesha understood and didn’t question it anymore.

Just then, a gun shot and a broken window appeared out of the blue. Giovanni grabbed Neesha and hit the floor. Lawrence already knew to do this. Giovanni figured it was either the National Guard or his brother that had lost it. He pulled out his gun and stood up.

“Stay down you two,” He said almost calmly. He looked out the window to see his brother, Oikawa. Forgetting all about his leg pain, he ran and jumped out the window down onto ground, obviously on the first flight of the building. He charged at Oikawa, taking him by surprise, and drop kicked him in the mouth. Oikawa stumbled back quite a ways. But he regained his previous fervor and swung at Giovanni. Giovanni ducked punched him right back, landing it right in his left cheek. Oikawa landed on the ground, not knowing what the hell happened. Giovanni fully picked him up with one burst of energy, by Oikawa’s collar. He stood there, face to face with the one person in this world he needed to kill.

“Wanna mess with me again?” Giovanni asked, almost laughing at Oikawa and how small he was. Oikawa looked him in the eye. The car that Oikawa came in revealed another person. An older man, with grey hair, similarly dressed to the way Giovanni normally dresses on weekdays. His resemblance to Giovanni bothered him. Knowing that the man was of his own blood. Giovanni let go of Oikawa, leaving him to fall on the ground again. Giovanni looked like a deer hypnotized by headlights. His father pulled out a cougar magnum and shot his son in the head. Oikawa watched his brother step back, bleeding from the very center of his forehead. Giovanni’s father put the gun back in his coat and walked to his almost lifeless body. He felt the cheek of his son and walked over him to the door of the house. Lawrence and Neesha had not seen what happened, but not hearing Giovanni’s yells after the gun shot scared Neesha. Lawrence held her, both of them shaking like a heroine addict with no heroine. Giovanni’s father, Tanaka, walked to Lawrence and Neesha, who were curled up together on the ground.

“Grandpa?” Neesha tried to not think of anything at all. Lawrence didn’t recognize this man from anywhere but he figured it was Giovanni’s father.

“Hey, Neesha. I haven’t seen you since you were as tall as my knee,” He said, almost peacefully.

“Where’s daddy?” Neesha shivered, trying not to let the thoughts of death take over her.

“He’s with grandma,” Tanaka said evilly, yet peacefully.

“You shot him?” She choked.

“Yes darling. I had to. I am the Boss now. I have to be. And if you can’t handle it,” he pointed the gun to her, “You get to be with daddy.” Lawrence held her closer, if that was possible.

“You sick fuck,” Lawrence spat. Tanaka pointed the gun to him.

“I don’t like people who are mean,” Tanaka joked. Oikawa yelled from outside.

“Father! I don’t think Giovanni’s dead!” Oikawa screamed. Tanaka, Neesha, and Lawrence ran outside.

There was Giovanni’s body, jerking and shaking, completely spazing out, apparently having a seizure. Neesha cried, seeing her once powerful father nearly dead. He moaned every once in a while. Oikawa took out a large knife and prepared to stab Giovanni. Neesha jumped in front of her father.

“No! Please! Let him live!” Neesha pleaded. Oikawa stopped, wondering why she was defying his wishes.

“Get out of the way!” Oikawa back handed her. She did not move. Instead she protected her father and held his hand.

“The spore is not taking effect,” Oikawa said to Tanaka. Tanaka bit his nails.

“Maybe it’s only because of strong love for someone that an order is not obeyed. I can’t be a technical error,” Tanaka said. Lawrence sat there in awe of what was going on. Neesha did not understand what they were talking about.

“Come on, Oikawa,” Tanaka got in the car and soon did Oikawa, leaving their near lifeless kin in a pool of his own blood. The car drove off, Neesha and Lawrence carrying Giovanni to Joy.

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Imposter Nurse Joy immediately called an emergency lock down and called every doctor or person in the field to come help with the procedure of saving their Boss’ life. And after days of hoping and wondering and very close calls, Giovanni did come out of a coma, but a very different person.

“Dad?” Neesha squeezed his hand. Giovanni’s eyes just barely opened. The doctors felt it was best if she was the only person he was to see for a long time. Realizing that he wasn’t responding to her calls, she silently waited as long as it would take.

Funny thing, Giovanni could feel her hand squeezing his, the warmth of her body coming to his. He loved her, even though he did not know who she was. That’s right. The shot to his head brought memory loss, as the doctor figured it would, but hoped for the best so he did not tell Neesha. Neesha kissed his hand for the millionth time in the last few days of waiting for him to snap out of it and give her a big hug. But it hadn’t happened. Only for her to discover that he would not any time soon.

Giovanni sat up, seeing a beautiful girl that held his hand. She looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile, since it made him feel so good inside. He recognized the room, since it was where he got the stitches from Persian. But he did not know who he was or who SHE was. He tilted his head to the side and spoke softly.

“Who are you?” He asked, kissing her hand. Neesha’s eyes widened with fear. She ran out to the doctor and brought him back in. The doctor gave him a weak smile.

“What is your name?” The doctor asked.

“Name?” Giovanni asked himself. Neesha screamed.

“NO!” She yelped. The doctor put an arm around her to comfort her. The doctor took her outside, leaving Giovanni very lonely.

“You have to understand, it will probably be temporary,” the doctor encouraged. Neesha was not fazed.

“Probably,” She kept the word in mind.

“Listen, we need him to remember but forcing information on him won’t help. You need to let him come to his own senses. He might remember something one minute, and forget the next. It’s a very tricky process. We’re lucky he’s alive,” the doctor reminded. Neesha nodded. She was ready to kill Oikawa. In fact, it didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

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Giovanni sat and watched tv in the living room. Neesha would bring him pillows, books, food, and gifts. He fell in love with her actually. But Neesha would always tell him that they were related, and incest was not good for him in that condition. He listened to her. It hurt his head when random things would pop into his head, like being hurt, or orgasms he remembered, or something from his childhood, or even things about the woman that took care of him. It scared him to see her hurt in his memories. He remembered the word “mine” all the time. It bothered him. Some nights he’d sit up in bed and yell “MINE!” trying to figure out what good it would do. Little did he know that the “stupid girl” in the room down the hall would cry when you say “mine”. She wanted her father back. And she was afraid that when he came to, he wouldn’t remember the pain he released on her and he would just do the same things over again and her progress would be in vain. He’s rape and beat and yell at her more. And the drinking would increase. And soon, Neesha realized that the only ways he would stop the madness were if he really changed or if she killed him. But killing him scared her. And she knew it was wrong to kill her father, who had taken care of her the best in her family of many, many sisters. She never had any brothers, which made Giovanni very unhappy, knowing that the Rocket name might not carry onto the next generation. He told Neesha to keep the last name, which she was okay with. And the man that married her would be the next lucky sap to control everything evil in every world. And the fact that Lawrence was most likely going to be that man made Giovanni as happy as he could be. But obviously, that was the last thing on his mind right now. Everything he knew was the last thing on his mind.

Giovanni watched the 6 o’ clock news and saw that people were being taken away by cops with funny outfits with R’s on them. He payed attention to what the reporter was saying.

“Today, four notorious criminals from Team Rocket were taken into custody for stealing Pokemon,” the woman said. Giovanni wondered what possessed them to wear those silly outfits. He laughed a little. Neesha checked in on him, only to find his giggling at his own followers. She frowned and signaled Mew to help her with contacting the Gennai character that Lawrence’s digimon was talking about. She took the device she was given and gave it to Mew to play with.

“Figure it out for me,” Neesha said. Mew knew what she wanted, because she was psychic. Mew made the device glow, not doing anything. Mew told Neesha through her mind to go to a computer. Neesha went to her room and turned the computer on. Mew clipped the device on Neesha’s shirt and it started glowing. Mew touched the device as well and both disappeared.

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“Okay, Mew. Where are we?” Neesha asked, not thinking they were in the digital world because she was in a Japanese type house. Mew put one of her fingers up to her lips, motioning her to be silent. Neesha did. And then came a very handsome, young man, that couldn’t have been too much older than her.

“Neesha! Welcome! I was just thinking of you!” The man spoke, disregarding that she didn’t know him.

“Are you Gennai?” She asked, remembering that Seadramon had said Gennai was a tenacious old fart.

“Yes, I am,” He replied, sitting down at a table. She sat next to him, Mew sitting on the table.

“I need to know something. Lawrence got his digimon, but I did not,” She said. Gennai looked at Mew.

“That’s your digimon,” Gennai said. Neesha looked at Mew and shook her head.

“That’s a Pokemon!” She exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s what you think,” Gennai said trying to be funny, getting up to get some refreshments for her.

“That is a Pokemon!” Neesha said, frustrated.

“Actually, Mew escaped into your world, since it’s so powerful and was dubbed a Pokemon because you foolish people don’t know what anything is anymore. And in truth it could serve as a digimon, where it will change form and change back, unlike Pokemon. It can imitate anything and it can talk to anything. It has cute charm, like you. I figured you two would make a perfect couple,” Gennai said.

“You put us together?” She asked.

“I talked with my brothers about it. They said you were good,” He said blandly. She was confused.

“Then what do these do?” She held up the device and the gold plate.

“This is a digivice, and it makes it able for you to go from this world to your own. It also makes your digimon go up a level. This other thing is a crest. You have the power of time. You can shift time. And it makes Mew digivolve two places. And your own inner power makes it possible to go to the highest form of Mew’s power. Which is completely unnecessary in life. But oh well,” Gennai gave her lemonade.

“What about time?” Neesha asked.

“You can shift time. You can go back or go forward as much as you want. I used it to alter my looks. If I was at the age I’m supposed to be at right now, you wouldn’t think I was so hot,” Gennai said, Mew giggling.

“What?” Neesha lost track.

“Have you ever met anyone that uses the Matrix?” Gennai asked bluntly.

“No,” Neesha said.

“Well people that use the Matrix can make time slower or faster to fight and yada yada. With that, you can do the same,” He said. She sort of understood. And she was going to use that to her advantage when it came time for judgement.

“Is there anything else I need to know? Because I gotta get back to my dad,” Neesha said.

“No. But say hi to him for me,” Gennai said. Neesha appeared with Mew back in her room. Neesha knew what to do. She ran to the living room, and stood in front of the new window that had been shattered a few days ago. Giovanni looked at her, wondering what she was doing. She put the crest on a chain and grabbed it and put it in front of her, thinking of her destination, a few days ago before her father was shot. All color faded away and her sight became blurred out by time flying back minutes, hours, and days. Mew watched on her shoulder the whole time as time rewound. Six men disassembled a window, people running around, glass on the floor and then reassembled into a window again. Time flying around in every which was blew Neesha’s brown hair everywhere. She covered the crest and found herself in different clothes, without Mew on her shoulder. The crest was not in her hands but instead on the chain on her neck.

“Top secret, honey,” Giovanni said.

“Then why are you talking about it in front of me?” Neesha said, wondering what they were talking about before.

“This is the only time we have alone,” Lawrence said and hugged her. Neesha then remembered what happened. She slowed down time to remember what happened. She stood up and looked out the window. She saw Oikawa and Tanaka outside. Oikawa shot the gun, showing a very slow bullet headed toward the window. She didn’t know what to do. She jumped out of the window at a normal speed but the glass seemed to never move, as it slowly, almost like snow, fell to the ground. She looked back at it for a second and then looked at Oikawa and ran up to him and did a spinning kick to his face. He slowly flew to the ground and she very carefully sped up time just a small bit. Oikawa got up slowly only to be punched and kicked over and over again but Neesha. Of course, in his time, she was moving at the speed of light. She pulled the gun out of his hand and shot him in the foot to make him suffer. The blood just flowed so quickly out of his foot and he fell to the ground for the last time. She saw that Tanaka ran out of the car with his gun in hand. She lunged at him and brought him to the ground. She held his hand behind his back, pinning him down and returning time to normal. Lawrence and Giovanni ran out of the house. Giovanni went to Oikawa, whose foot was a fountain of blood. Giovanni stood there in amazement of his daughter that he thought he knew. Lawrence went to Neesha.

“What the hell are you doing?” Lawrence yelled at her.

“Saving a whole lot of trouble!” She announced.

Gennai realized that time was being changed no longer than a few minutes after he showed it to Neesha. He looked in on what was going on and saw Oikawa. His eyes narrowing, he sent Blackwargreymon to his digidestined.

Giovanni picked Oikawa up by the collar, mercilessly.

“Wanna mess with me again?” Giovanni asked, almost laughing at Oikawa and how small he was. Oikawa looked him in the eye.

“You think you’ve won,” Oikawa said. Oikawa grabbed his device out of his pocket and put a dark spore into Giovanni’s neck. Giovanni yelled out, clutching his neck and letting Oikawa go.

“What are you thinking?” Tanaka yelled. “That was meant for children only!”

“I gave him an extra dose,” Oikawa ran to Neesha and shot her foot. She fell back and released Tanaka. Lawrence became enraged and punched Oikawa. Oikawa did not stop, grabbing Tanaka and putting him in the car. Oikawa got in the car and locked Lawrence out. Lawrence didn’t find that a big problem. He punched through the window and with his bloody knuckles and fingers, grabbed Oikawa’s long, greasy hair and pulled as hard as he could, running with the car as it drove. Oikawa drove faster, soon dragging Lawrence along, burning his feet on the pavement. Him screaming in agony drove Neesha insane, who was in her own pain. Mew came to Neesha’s aid and healed her wounds miraculously. She got up, watching Lawrence be dragged at 60 miles plus. Then a dark figure came out of the sky and picked Lawrence up, who was extremely relieved. Lawrence let go and rode with the flying beast, who then put it’s huge foot on the front of the car to stop it. Blackwargreymon laughed, Giovanni on it’s back, also laughing. Blackwargreymon pierced through the window shield and grabbed Oikawa and put Lawrence down on the ground.

“Hey pal. Haven’t seen you in a while,” Blackwargreymon snickered at Oikawa, who was utterly afraid for his life.

“Leave Giovanni and his daughter alone,” Blackwargreymon warned. Oikawa shook his head. Blackwargreymon put him down and he ran into his car and drove off. Giovanni got down.

“What brings you here at this fine hour?” Giovanni asked him.

“Something told me to come.”

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“I don’t understand why you went psycho on us!” Lawrence exclaimed.

“My power as a digidestined is time. So technically, I’ve seen the future, and if I hadn’t have done all that stuff, my dad would not know who he was,” Neesha said, putting ice on Lawrence’s feet.

“Crazy. I should find out what I control,” Lawrence said. Neesha smiled. Mew rolled her eyes and just healed his feet, getting sick of the lovey doveyness between the two. Lawrence got wierded out.

“Thanks, Mew,” Lawrence said. Mew stood on the bed and took a bow. Neesha and Lawrence laughed.

(Okay kiddies, close your eyes and lock your doors. And maybe skip down to the next one of these ------ you see. Okay? I don’t wanna scar anyone. Because I got scared when I read rated R stuff on this site. Hm. . . maybe I should change the rating.)

Giovanni and Carmen tossed and turned under the bed sheets, having all the fun in the world. He bit her neck softly, as if he were a vampire, and Carmen gasped in pleasure.

“Ow honey, that’s too hard,” Carmen pulled away. Giovanni pinned her hands above her head and kissed her violently. She rubbed her thighs against his and he almost dazed out. He stopped kissing her and slipped his member back into her harder than usual. She moaned louder than normal and more desperately. He thrust her gently, just rocking back and forth. She moaned more often, louder and louder each time.

Tasha walked in the front door, looking around for her family. She went into Neesha’s room.

“Hey Neesha!” Tasha said.

“Hey Tasha . . .,” Neesha replied, realizing that her sister just caught her on top of Lawrence, thankfully with clothes on. Tasha squinted.

“Where’s dad?” Tasha asked, turning around to leave.

“His room,” Neesha said. Tasha closed the door and went to her father’s room.

Pause.

“DAD!” Tasha screamed.

“Hey! At least I have a room!” Giovanni yelled back at her. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!”