Scary Things Come In Pink, Fuzzy Packages
Chapter 3 : Taking A Few Steps Back
Rating: R By Rodriguez Anna

> Chapter Three: Taking A Few Steps Back

Neesha sat back in a chair, a chair that had been thrown away a long time ago. Her father had torn it apart out of rage when she had been at Lawrence’s house. But now it was not torn, yet to be torn. She was supposed to be only six at the time. But she was 14 instead. She looked at her crest, glowing like mad. She put it under her black shirt. She had to sneak into her own house, knowing that if she got caught, her father might learn something he didn’t need to know. She raised herself using the cables, up to the ceiling. She knew where all the security devices were, so getting around was easy. Also, Team Rocket created gloves and boots that could be used to scale walls. She crawled around like Spiderman, very careful not to make too much noise. She got through the ceiling through a vent and went through the whole ventilation system. She already disabled the program that would send fire through the ventilation system in case of an intruder. She knew if her father got too worried about a sniper that was not afraid to get into his own house, he’d just blast them to Hell. sarcasm Funny guy, huh?

She crawled to the vent that let out into her father’s room, but no one was there. She took her crest and looked at it again. He was stilled glowing, not as much as before though. She didn’t know what that indicated, but whatever it was, was kind of odd. She thought about going to back when something happened in his room and she sat outside the door and listened to her mom and dad yell at each other. Neesha saw light everywhere, almost blinding her, she closed her eyes but she could still see it, and all of a sudden, the light went away and she heard her father’s voice.

“Shut up, Claire! I know how to take care of my children!” Giovanni defended himself.

“You don’t hit them when they do something wrong! You just tell them it’s wrong and ground them from TV or something!” Claire yelled. Giovanni backhanded her, his favorite way to shut someone up.

“I’m telling you! I’ll hit them if I please! You ground them from TV and see who’s method is better!” Giovanni yelled back. Claire held the spot on her face that he hit her.

“We don’t have to hit them! Your father hit you and look where you’re at now!” Claire screamed. Giovanni grabbed her neck, but did not choke her.

“SHUT UP! I don’t care! I’ll hit my kids when I want!” Giovanni threw her down. She scrambled to the phone. Giovanni caught her hand just as she reached for the phone.

“Who are you calling?! You’re boyfriend?!?!” Giovanni teased.

“I’m calling Lance,” Claire cried, whining and gasping as she cried, unlike her husband and daughter, Neesha.

“NO! I’ll kill him before you even see him!” Giovanni yelled, not knowing what to do about something he didn’t have control over. He ripped the phone out of the wall and threw it away. He grabbed Claire’s wrist and threw her on the bed and got on top of her.

“AH! NO! No Giovanni, no! Get off!” Claire screamed. Neesha had memories flash through her head of this. She remembered being on the other side of the door, hearing her mommy cry. She did not understand why everyone was yelling. So Neesha cried, quietly then too. She curled up on the floor and just sat there, waiting for someone to come out of the room to say “I love you” before she got on the bus to go to school.

Giovanni ripped Claire’s clothes off with a knife he grabbed from the cabinet, knowing this would be the last he’d see of Claire before she would run off with Lance. Claire kicked and scratched at her husband, but he was not fazed by the gashes ripped from his face and hands. Neesha looked away, she didn’t have to watch. She cried a little harder than usual. She put her head in her hands and wept, and then the vent collapsed. She fell down with tons of sheet metal, getting cut in her torso by one piece and fell down on her back. Giovanni looked up and saw someone had snuck in. He pulled out his gun and shot whoever or whatever it was. Claire screamed as blood splattered everywhere. Neesha yelled in pain, knowing she had been shot, not feeling much pain until her father came over and pointed the gun at her head.

“Who are you?” Giovanni asked, cocking his gun. Neesha breathed heavily. She was in too much pain to answer him, but she knew if she didn’t, she wouldn’t live.

“I- I’m . . . Neesha,” She said, touching the gun wound carefully.

“What?” Giovanni asked, confused. Neesha grabbed the crest from inside her shirt and thought to when she was in her room, a few minutes ago, before she crawled through the ventilation system. The pain oddly disappeared. She sat back down in the chair and thought about how she could go about this. She decided changing her age would be best and possibly getting some . . . better fitting clothes would be good too. So she made herself younger using the crest and went through her own drawers, looking for her favorite pink outfit as a child. She got it out and put it on herself, having a little trouble, since her limbs were shorter and her hands were smaller. It was all very new to her. But she tucked her crest in her shirt and walked through the halls of her home. She went past the servants that waited on her family, and watched as her older sisters ran past her with ice cream they had stolen, that they WEREN’T supposed to be eating. Neesha hastily walked to her dad’s room and went inside. She hid in her father’s bathroom, and waited for him and Claire to fight. She didn’t know what she was going to find out, but she hoped it wasn’t too horrible. She also took her father’s knife that sat in a table drawer by his bed. She wanted to find out what would happen if she was to alter the outcome of what she already knew happened. She wished she could take his gun away, but he always carried it with him, and when he slept, it was always under his pillow.

She went into the rooms bathroom and hid behind the shower curtain in the shower. She sat down in the tub and left the door cracked so she could hear everything. The door to enter the room slammed open and slammed shut. She could hear the footsteps of her parents as they entered the room.

“Giovanni, we need to talk!” Claire announced sternly.

“About what? Taxes? Team Rocket? Business? What the hell is your problem?! I take care of everything so shut up!” Giovanni spat.

“You can’t just hit Neesha! She’s too young!” Claire pleaded. Neesha remembered that day. She did recall her dad hitting her or something quite vicious back then. She didn’t get used to the beatings until she was around 11. She got stronger around that age. It wasn’t until she was 12 that she started yelling back at him and not fighting him when he’d rape her or cut her or whatever he would do.

“Shut up, Claire! I know how to take care of my children!” Giovanni defended himself.

“You don’t hit them when they do something wrong! You just tell them it’s wrong and ground them from TV or something!” Claire yelled. Giovanni backhanded her again. Neesha heard the slap and winced. She knew how it felt and she couldn’t imagine her father holding back when he hit her mother. Neesha tried to remember what she did wrong that day. It might have been spilling her drink at breakfast or something small like that.

“I’m telling you! I’ll hit them if I please! You ground them from TV and see who’s method is better!” Giovanni yelled back. Neesha wished she could see what was happening.

“We don’t have to hit them! Your father hit you and look where you’re at now!” Claire screamed. Giovanni grabbed her neck, but did not choke her.

“SHUT UP! I don’t care! I’ll hit my kids when I want!” Giovanni yelled. Neesha could hear Claire falling to the ground.

“Who are you calling?! You’re boyfriend?!?!” Giovanni teased.

“I’m calling Lance,” Claire cried, whining and gasping as she cried.

“NO! I’ll kill him before you even see him!” Giovanni yelled. He ripped the phone out of the wall and threw it away. He grabbed Claire’s wrist and threw her on the bed and got on top of her.

“AH! NO! No Giovanni, no! Get off!” Claire screamed. Giovanni held her down with his knee and an arm and scrabbled around in a cabinet for his knife. She squirmed and finally out of frustration, he bit her neck to subdue her and she stopped and wailed out. He couldn’t find the knife but he did find a novelty item . . . handcuffs in his drawer. He grabbed those and cuffed her to the bed so she couldn’t escape. She kicked her legs, trying to kick him but he moved away from her too fast. He got off his king sized bed and ripped his gun out of his coat. He knew someone was in the room, having a very weak, but still very psychic power that was taught to him by Sabrina. He also knew his knife was ALWAYS in his drawer if he didn’t have it. And he KNEW he didn’t have it. He searched the room, Claire in bewilderment. He went into the bathroom portion of his room and looked into the tub, which was covered by the shower curtain. He eyes bulged out when he saw his tiny, little daughter stare up at him with those huge, hazel eyes. Neesha was terrified, realizing she had the knife, pointlessly hiding it behind her back. Giovanni put his gun away and picked her up and threw her on his bed.

“THERE! There’s your youngest daughter! We have seven children! Do we need that many?” Giovanni threateningly pointed his gun at Neesha. Neesha didn’t remember this part. But then she realized that she never went through this, since she was on the opposite of the door when this really occurred.

“NO O O O!” Claire screamed, trying to break free, causing her wrists to bleed like mad.

“Ha ha ha. You don’t need her,” Giovanni cocked the gun, Neesha now looking at him wondering what demon now possessed him.

“Run, Neesha,” Claire whispered. Giovanni pointed the gun at Claire, and then back to Neesha.

“Dad, mommy’s leaving you. But that’s okay, because you love Sabrina anyway. And you’ll live on from now daddy, but you’ll drink every day. And then Silph Co. will fail you. And Mewtwo will run away. Everyday you’ll get mad at someone that doesn’t deserve it,” Neesha blurted. She slowly pulled out her crest, Giovanni awestruck, along with Claire. She thought of going back to the room she kept returning to after every mistake.

In a second she was there. She had another plan. She got into a Rocket suit, black and a big red ‘R’ in the center. She had rarely been in the suit in her life. Only when she wanted to sneak around the Rockets and spy on them, either for amusement or for her father. She walked down the halls casually and to her father’s room where him and Claire were already fighting. She saw herself . . . her younger self sit by the door. She went to herself.

“What’s wrong?” The normal Neesha sympathized with herself.

“Mommy and daddy are in there,” the little brown haired girl said. She smiled at herself.

“Well, let’s go ask them to come out here,” Neesha said. Her six year old self nodded and Neesha opened the door. Giovanni and Claire looked at her and straightened themselves.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Giovanni scolded Neesha, the older Neesha, thinking she was a normal Rocket he could boss around. Truth is, she was a Rocket. Neesha Rocket. But there was no way he could know.

“Your daughter requested permission to see you before she ran off to school. I didn’t know you were in the middle of something,” Neesha said very professionally, used to the way Executives and such would speak to him. Giovanni glared at her.

“You know there is such a thing as “knocking”!” He yelled at her. She pretended to cower.

“I’m sorry,” Neesha bowed her head, all just a play. Giovanni quickly walked over to her and slapped her. Neesha just took it and looked at the ground. Giovanni was surprised.

“Usually, Rockets fall to the ground and bow to me,” Giovanni felt insulted. Neesha looked him in the eyes, glaring.

“I would fall to the ground and bow, if I had a reason to,” Neesha said, feeling a bit rebellious for some odd reason. Giovanni’s jaw dropped and he kicked her in the stomach and she fell back, clutching herself. She looked up at him, realizing his torture had no end, no matter who she was. Her piercing hazel eyes beat down on him. He recognized the eyes and hated them. They were so beautiful but so angering. They made him melt inside, and he hated it. She kicked her in the face and she crawled out of the doorway. He slammed the door on her and she heard more yelling, not able to recognize it. She sat there for a while until odd thoughts came into her head. She had memories that weren’t truly memories. She saw through her young eyes, a brutal raping of her mother, and the odd thing was, she heard Claire moan and yell and scream in the room right at that moment. She figured since she altered time, her memories were being altered as well.

In the “memory”, Giovanni released Claire from himself and she cried, tears streaming down her face and making a very wet spot on the bed. She “remembered” feeling bad for her mother, since she seemed so sad. Neesha stood there, watching her father do as he please. Giovanni zipped his pants and got off Claire. He walked over to Neesha and picked her up gently. Giovanni looked her in the eyes and kissed her cheek. He carried her over to the bathroom and started to fill the tub.

Neesha sat in the hallway, in front of her father’s door, sitting there, letting the memories take over her.

She remembered asking her dad if she was taking a bath. He said yes to her and held her softly by the wrist. Neesha in the hall was yelling at herself in the inside of her head to run like hell, but she knew he innocent self would not ever dare think of her father hurting her, even if he did at that age.

Giovanni ran scorching hot water and waited for it to be to the rim of the tub. Giovanni picked up his youngest child and sat her down in the water.

“Daddy! It’s too hot!” Neesha screamed.

“Never mind that,” Giovanni said calmly.

“NO! NO! PLEASE DADDY NO!” Neesha tried to get out but her father was too powerful for her to even get close to the edge of the tub. He pushed her head under water and forced her to stay there. Neesha recalled memories of being drowned. She withered in the hall, kicking at nothing. Her pupil in her eye widened instantly. She began having convulsions form fear but she knew her dad wouldn’t kill her. She thought about switching time but she wanted to know what her father would do.

The small child, Neesha, dressed in her purple dress that day, released all of the air she had, Giovanni seeing that it was almost over. He kept her there. Waiting. The little Neesha choked and trying breathing over and over again, no luck. Her innocent mind told her that daddy was making a mistake and he didn’t mean it. She flailed her arms and legs, trying to get loose.

Neesha bailed. She grabbed her crest and went back to the normal time. She appeared outside of her dad’s room and opened the door a crack. Her dad was napping but at the noise of the door opening, he awoke. Neesha opened the door all the way. Giovani smiled at her.

“Come in,” He said very calmly to her.

“Sorry to wake you,” Neesha apologized and sat on his bed, smiling at him.

“No, no. It’s fine. I had to wake up about this time anyway,” Giovanni said, still a little sleepily.

“What are you going to go do?” Neesha asked. Giovanni rolled his eyes.

“I’m going to see Carmen,” Giovanni smiled. Neesha nodded. Giovanni looked at her face, looking a little shaken. “Do you miss your mother?”

“Claire?” Neesha asked.

“Yeah . . .,” Giovanni wondered what she was referring to.

“Not really. I didn’t know her all that well. I don’t care to,” Neesha said. Giovanni sat up in bed at scratched his head.

“Please don’t be mad, but . . . she’s not your mother. She hated you,” Giovanni said, not quickly but not exactly at the pace something like this should be said. Neesha gulped.

“Who is my real mother?” Neesha dared to ask. She didn’t really care.

“Carmen is,” Giovanni said, grabbing the vodka on his table next to his bed, sipping it and grabbing the gun out form under his pillow and putting it in his coat.

“You cheated on Claire?” Neesha asked, not really caring for the answer of that either.

“No. I had you before I got married to Claire,” Giovanni took another sip.

“So you had no kids with her?” Neesha asked, just basically searching for pointless information. Not really caring for the information itself.

“Nope. She didn’t want any kids from me. She said that she didn’t want to raise HER child under Team Rocket. Good thing I didn’t,” Giovanni looked at Neesha. Neesha nodded.

“Are you mad with Lance?” Neesha asked.

“I wanted to kill him. But I don’t blame him for loving her,” Giovanni took a bigger drink.

“Anyone else in your love interest that I should know about before I walk in on you guys making out?” Neesha asked, smirking at him.

“Hmm . . . if you promise not to tell, I’ve always been active with Sabrina-,” Giovanni admitted.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Neesha snapped, joking.

“And I’ve been trying to get Jasmine but she hates my guts. Meh, women,” Giovanni muttered. Neesha shook her head, laughing inside.

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“So . . . . welcome back,” Giovanni said to a round, blue ball of energy consuming a purple and white creature that came all too firmiliar to Giovanni. The creature glared at him, but very controlled.

“You sent someone that has sympathized with you to relate to me. You must be one desperate coward,” Mewtwo spat. Neesha watched, not from a distance, but from her father’s side. Mew sat on her shoulder. Mewtwo killed the blue sphere to walk up to Giovanni. Blackwargreymon stood behind Mewtwo, ready to restrain.

“Is it that you’ve related to him? Or are you just not powerful enough?” Giovanni asked, referring to Blackwargreymon.

“I am more powerful than you’ll ever be!” Mewtwo became enraged. Giovanni kept his cool, not afraid of Mewtwo anymore. And Mewtwo knew it. He knew every though in Giovanni’s head before he thought it. But Mewtwo didn’t dare venture Neesha’s mind. He knew he had no business there, for she was innocent and . . . Mew of all Pokemon trusted her. Mewtwo stood very close to Giovanni, them being of very similar height.

“I own you,” Mewtwo said to Giovanni, whom smirked, never been told that ever in his life, finding it amusing.

“You’re wrong. I own you. I too can match your power now. Now that I have him,” Giovanni raised his hand at Blackwargreymon. Mewtwo did not look back. He knew what Giovanni was thinking.

“I wish you would understand fate, you endlessly foolish bastard,” Mewtwo said. Neesha looked at Mewtwo, disappointed.

“Wouldn’t you just hate it if Neesha had both Mew and I? Knowing that your little daughter that you beat that has almost no power over you, has the two Pokemon you crave most for,” Mewtwo teased him. Giovanni became angry.

“You wouldn’t give up your freedom,” Giovanni said. Mewtwo smirked.

“Neesha is freedom. I never hear Mew complain,” Mewtwo snickered and released a master ball from Neesha and went inside of it, the ball not even being fought. Almost like a Caterpee slipping into a master ball. Mewtwo did not fight the space. It enjoyed the rage in Giovanni head.

“FUCK!” Giovanni yelled. He grabbed Neesha’s neck.

“Give it to me!” Giovanni yelled at her. She handed it to him. He clutched it in his hand and Mewtwo popped out.

“I do as I please,” Mewtwo stood with his back toward Giovanni.

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“That went well,” Giovanni said, still angry.

“I’ll tell him to not follow me,” Neesha said, trying to keep up with her fathers fast pace down the hall. Many Rockets through the halls would say “Hail Giovanni”, but he paid no heed to it.

“Um . . .dad? Can I ask you a favor?” Neesha asked him. He stopped and turned to face her. He put his hands on her shoulders and smiled at her.

“Yeah. What is it?” He asked her. His cape draped over his shoulders, making him such a hansom man. She wondered how Claire or any women could resist him. He made any woman swoon at the thought of sex, or kissing, or even just a smile. But smiles were rare to just anyone. Neesha saw them sometimes, his lover saw them constantly, but besides that, he’d put on a very serious looking face. Not only did his cape make him look . . . dashing but he spiked his hair more often, instead of combing it back like his father, who dyed his hair silver, which matched his silvery eyes that could make anyone shit themselves. Giovanni had that affect on people too, but he didn’t use it unless he really wanted to. He liked striking fear into people, but not like that. He was a little ashamed that he could make someone deathly afraid by just making a face at them. Along with his cape and hair, his dark eyes that Neesha received were beautiful. And his overall posture and muscles . . . just everything made him who he was. And Neesha for some reason realized this more than usual at that moment.

“I want you to come to parent/teacher conferences,” Neesha said meekly.

“Why?” Giovanni asked.

“Because I don’t have a mother and . . . there are rumors in the school that you have gone insane,” Neesha said, also very meekly. Giovanni looked at her, shocked.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” Giovanni asked his very prized daughter.

“I didn’t think you’d care,” Neesha said, looking at her feet. Giovanni became determined to do something.

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“Mr. Rocket- I mean . . . Boss? What on earth?” Neesha’s English teacher shivered.

“Is there something wrong? Giovanni asked calmly.

“Uh . . . you’re Neesha father. Oh right,” the teacher calmed down, remembering.

“So what’s the news?” Neesha’s father asked. The teacher adjusted her glasses.

“Um . . . well . . . what do you want to hear first? Her grades or overall behavior in class?” The teacher asked, trying to be professional.

“How about behavior?” Giovanni suggested. The teacher went through a ton of papers. She found one paper. Neesha put her head on the desk, knowing what was coming next.

“Well . . . we let the students bounce off the walls but . . . Neesha’s a very well behaved teen,” the teacher admitted sheepishly.

“Why Neesha? You’re supposed to goof off!” Giovanni said, putting a hand on her back. She got up and looked at him, a bit sad.

“I dunno. I can’t.” Neesha chose her words carefully. She was going to be hit sooner or later.

“All you have to do is not listen to anyone!” Giovanni said sternly. “How hard could it be?!?!”

“Dad . . . I’m not evil,” Neesha said, wishing she had not said that.

“Yes you are. My spawn has to be. Duh. You don’t have to try hard! You just . . .,” Giovanni stopped, kind of wondering what evil really was. He just knew it was being mean and angry with everything. He realized then that Neesha was not mean and did not get angry very easily. Her mother, Carmen, did not get all that angry . . . and she wasn’t exactly mean, but she was a thief at heart. Neesha didn’t steal things . . . at least nothing that he knew of.

“Well,” Giovanni started a new sentence, “I’ll teach you.”

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Giovanni threw his daughter into the house. Enraged. She went with the flow and went to the living room to watch TV. He came from behind her and pulled her hair from behind her.

“I’ll make you suffer, just as I did, so that you’ll be as bitter as I am,” Giovanni whispered in her ear. She rolled her eyes, knowing that he was gonna do something stupid again. He grabbed her and flipped her over unto the floor. She knew he was insane. He had to be. He looked down at her, now at his feet. She looked up at him, sad that he was doing this again. He picked her up by the neck and shook her. She gagged a bit but stood her ground. He threw her down again and trying to think of a way to torture her. He picked her up and took her to his bathroom.

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He filled the bathtub up to the rim and looked into her eyes. She seemed to be very calm and unfazed by any of this. He slapped her. She bit her tongue.

“You’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” Neesha spoke softly. Giovanni’s eyes widened. He had, he had. But he was too afraid of killing her before. But now he was okay with it. He grabbed her and stuck her head in the water. She did not fight him, Giovanni wondering if she was all right . . . or not afraid. The whole idea was to scare her and scar her. He felt to pleasure in this. He sensed no fear in her. He went inside her mind and all that was going on in her mind was “I can’t breath” and “I am going to die”. Which was good but he felt no panic as she thought. He got out of her mind. She released the air from her lungs and rested there. As he saw all of the bubbles from her mouth, he pulled her up and kissed her on her lips. Neesha backed away, breathing in one big breath of air. She refused to let herself gasp for breath. She did not want her father to know her pain. The emotional pain was much greater than being afraid of dying. She knew he was planning this for a long time . . . or at least wanting to for a long time. He approached her again and stuck his dirty tongue down her throat. She sat there, not responding to him. He pulled her head closer to his mouth and savored every last bit of her mother that he could. It was a very cold kiss, and Neesha just sat there and did what he wanted.

Giovanni released her from his grip and looked in her eyes.

“I love you . . . I can’t do it,” He said so quietly. Neesha nodded, a tear escaping her. He hugged her, knowing that she knew he didn’t love her in the family sort of way. Well . . . he did. But he didn’t mean that way when he said “I love you”.

“You’re so deranged, father,” Neesha whispered in his ear. He shivered. He knew he was crazy.

“Why can’t I have a normal father?” Neesha asked him. He hugged her tightly.

“I can’t ever be normal, honey. I don’t belong in this world,” Giovanni quoted his father. His father would always tell him that he didn’t belong. He was the son of Madame Boss, which automatically made him a quagmire. And he was driven to insanity by his father and brother, whom both hated him. His other brother had not spoken to him for too long. He did not agree with Team Rocket. But his other brother never hated him for it.

He remembered being at his mother’s funeral and having one of his mother’s biggest executives read her will. When everyone heard that her youngest child inherited Team Rocket, no one could believe it. Everyone was certain Oikawa or her husband would take over. But no, it was Giovanni. And everyone resented Giovanni for it.

Giovanni looked into the eyes of his teenage daughter and wished he had never in his life hurt her once. But he knew it wouldn’t stop. HE wouldn’t stop. His terrible wrath that he put upon her, that she’d forgive after a night. The next morning, she’d be downstairs eating breakfast with him, smiling and telling him about the day ahead of her. He hated himself all of a sudden. He left her there, her face and hair soaking wet. He kissed her cheek and went into the kitchen.

Neesha just sat there for a while. But when she heard her father’s cry, she ran to find where he was.

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Giovanni took a large butcher knife and tried to gather enough courage to slit his wrist. He would lower the knife and then chicken out. He would try again, delicately cutting himself just a little. He’d do this over and over again. Until finally he just cleanly cut himself on one wrist. He groaned in pain, giving the cut wrist the knife to do the other wrist. He did the same with this one. And pretty soon, blood was everywhere. He yelled out in anger with everything. Putting the knife down, he went to the kitchen window and pushed his own head through it. The glass shattered, cutting his face everywhere. His forehead took the most punishment. It bleed so freely everywhere. Neesha came running into the kitchen, her father a bloody mess. He looked at her, one eye covered in blood. She shrieked in horror and picked up the phone to get the doctor. Giovanni moaned.

“No! I need to die, Neesha!” Giovanni yelled, trying to gather energy to pull her away from the phone, but he was too weak. He fell to the floor, blacking out.

“Hello? Team Rocket service. State your problem,” the operator announced.

“This is Neesha Rocket. My dad just tried to kill himself . . . and he might of succeeded,” Neesha panted in horror. The operator suddenly got serious.

“Yes, Ms. Rocket, we’ll be there in a minute,” the operator said, connecting the medical unit, telling them to get there fast or else they’re all dead by his hand.

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Neesha watched in horror as the doctors took bandages and wrapped up the cuts on his wrists. He looked like he was sleeping on the stretcher they took him in to get to the TR hospital. She went with, holding his hand gently, careful not to squeeze his hand too hard.

At the hospital, the doctors stockpiled on extra blood for him, just in case the Persian accident happened again. So the transfusion was no problem, considering Oikawa probably left the country. Neesha sat by Giovanni’s side the whole time. He awoke a few hours later.

Giovanni opened his eyes, wishing he was dead. When he saw Neesha’s big eyes looking at him and smiling, he became disgusted with himself. He turned over on his side, away from Neesha.

“Morning dad,” Neesha chirped. It was definitely morning. Like one in the morning.

“Go away,” Giovanni spat. He knew she saved him. Of all the crap he did to her, she saved him. He felt like shit.

“Why?” Neesha asked. “Do you want to be alone?”

“I WANT to be dead, bitch!” Giovanni snapped. Neesha left the room, crying. Giovanni didn’t care. He ripped the IV out of himself and gasped in pain. He didn’t know that was supposed to hurt. The doctor came storming in.

“SHE SAVED YOUR ASS! IF NOT FOR HER, YOU’D BE SIX FEET UNDER! Your company needs you, ass bag! WHY DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!” The doctor yelled at him. Giovanni felt insulted by his employee telling him what to do.

“I HATE HER! I beat her and rape her and yell at her and torture her but SHE DOESN’T CARE! I WANT HER TO BE EVIL! But suffering doesn’t do it!” Giovanni yelled back.

“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she likes being hit? Or raped? Or yelled at? Or threatened?” the doctor asked him.

“WHAT SICK PERSON LIKES THAT?!” Giovanni yelled.

“Your daughter. She has Stockholm syndrome,” the doctor said very calmly. Giovanni was caught off guard. He had no idea. (A/N: Stockholm syndrome is a weird scenario where you love or become emotionally attached with the person that like . . . takes you hostage or hurts you in a physical manner or rapes you or something.)

“When was this figured out?” Giovanni asked, quietly.

“When someone figured out all those cuts and bruises were not from her being clumsy. We put her with a psychiatrist. She said you beat her and she didn’t mind it much. We asked her a bunch of questions and all of them were positive for Stockholm syndrome,” the doctor said. Giovanni was shocked.

“Get her in here,” Giovanni said, quietly. The doctor sent her in and left the room.

“Yes father?” Neesha asked politely. Giovanni gestured her to come towards him and give him a hug. She embraced him and looked in his eyes.

“I hate you,” Giovanni said. She looked at him. She wondered what he was going to do. “Do you still love me?” Giovanni asked her. Neesha smiled at him.

“Of course I do. You’re my dad,” Neesha smiled at him. Giovanni almost smiled. But then he slapped her. She looked a little shocked.

“Now do you love me?” Giovanni whispered in her ear. She nodded. He looked at her face, still smiling, a little red on one side from the slap. He then slipped his hand in her pants and pleasured her with his finger.

“Do you love me, Neesha?” Giovanni asked, so distasteful to himself. His lower jaw quivered, sad that his daughter was so easy to get into.

“I’ll always love you, daddy. No matter what you do,” Neesha said and threw her arms around him. He pulled his hand out of her pants, his finger now wet from her. He returned the embrace.

“That’s why I wanted to die. You love me, even when I’m crazy,” Giovanni whispered in her ear. “You’re like a puppet that I can control. You do as I say, and follow me and care for me. And I hate you for it, because I’ve never had anyone like that before in my life. And it makes me scared,” Giovanni admitted to her. Neesha loved him, but hated him too. It was a little voice that told her she loved him. But she knew inside herself, she wasn’t supposed to love him for all the pain he put her through, and there was certainly more to come.

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Weeks later. . .

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Giovanni sat at his “thrown”, Persian by his side, waiting for trainers that wanted to beat him in a single Pokemon match. When a Rocket told him he had a phone call. Giovanni swiftly went to the phone.

“Hello?” Giovanni said. His brother was on the phone. But this time, it wasn’t Oikawa.

“Hey bro,” he said.

“What the hell? Why are you calling?” Giovanni asked, covering the phone mouth piece, paranoid.

“Oikawa told me about . . . the incident,” he said. Giovanni shook his head.

“That was NO incident! That cheap bastard! He’s such a fucktard,” Giovanni said to his brother. His brother looked around, surveying the area, looking at his own office. But an office of good, not evil. Unlike his younger brother, Giovanni.

“Is Neesha okay?” His brother asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Giovanni said.

“Do you think I could come over and visit with you guys?” He asked.

“You actually want to?!” Giovanni asked, shocked but a little happy about it.

“Yeah sure,” He said.

“Okay. Well, Neesha’s home right now. I’ll be home at six tonight. So you can just come into my house whenever. Careful though. Make sure you tell my guards you’re my brother. I’m sure they’ll see the resemblance but makes sure Neesha knows you’re around. She’ll clear you from the guards,” Giovanni instructed.

“Okay. Thanks. Bye,” His brother said. Giovanni hung up the phone.

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A man, with dark brown hair and a very dark appearance walked to his brother’s house from the pay phone. He wore very similar clothes to his brother. A black coat, black pants, a blue shirt under his coat, with a black tie. He spiked his hair as well. His brother and his tastes were almost identical, even though they weren’t related by blood.

He walked through the many trees and grass along the way, seeing weedles and such. His brother did have his hide out in Viridian forest.

He entered the gates to the drive way of his brother’s mansion. Vines crawled out from everywhere directions, covering certain places. Giovanni loved he vines. His brother walked through the area, on the watch for guards and Neesha. He spotted her, playing in the gardens. She was such a little kid at heart, very different for her black hearted father. The man walked behind her and waited for her to turn around. In a moment, she did and smiled at him.

“Uncle Angel!” She said happily. “What brings you here?”

“I’m just visiting you guys. I called your father. He knows I’m here,” Angel said, trying not to smile back at her, trying to hide his fangs. He put his bag down and hugged her. He did smile, but he didn’t open his mouth.

“Come inside!” Neesha said to him and walked with him inside. He sat down in the living room, on Giovanni’s favorite couch.

“You like vodka right?” Neesha asked.

“Sorry. No alcohol for me, please,” Angel said. He found out what happened last time he had something to drink that wasn’t blood. It didn’t turn out well.

“Is there anything I can get you?” Neesha asked him.

“No, no. I am fine,” Angel said, smiling faintly at her. She sat down next to him.

“My dad will come home at six,” Neesha told him. He already knew.

“How is your dad?” Angel asked.

“He’s doing better. After he tried to commit suicide, he’s been better. He just needed to realize some things,” Neesha told him. Angel nodded, knowing about what day.

“That’s good. I’m glad he’s doing better. But has he hit you recently?” Angel asked her gently.

“No,” Neesha lied. No reason to make him unhappy with his brother now, after all this time of avoiding us. But she was a horrible liar. Angel was a little suspicious but didn’t question her.

“I hope he stops,” Angel said. “If you ever need me, just call me and I’ll come.” Neesha nodded, and smiled at him.

“Thank you,” Neesha hugged him. He felt a little pain in his chest, since he had not hugged anyone since Buffy. His pleasure had to be subdued somehow.

“How’s Team Rocket doing?” Angel asked and she released him.

“It’s okay. Our profits have gone down a ways though in the last month. It was only 6 million,” Neesha said. Angel smirked at her.

“Most people wish they had that much in their life time,” Angel said.

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Half way around the world was Carmen Sandiego, breaking into a millionaires home, to steal anything she could find. It didn’t matter. Her cravings for rare items became intense and she NEEDED it . . . anything. She crept around in the darkness of the room. And she grabbed a pot she felt was worth enough. She went toward the window she came in and saw a large picture of a women. She starred at it, in shock. She dropped the pot, it shattering as it hit the ground. Alarms went off like mad. But she did not run. She grabbed a locket from her neck that was hidden by her red trench coat. She opened it and saw the exact picture.

“Mother?” Carmen gasped. The door flung open and two large dogs ran at her and bit her ankles that caused her to fall. A very big, yet old man came in with the dogs.

“YOU THIEF!” The man yelled . . . realizing it was Carmen Sandiego. The dogs continued to bite her. She sat there, wondering what had just happened.

“Papa?” Carmen breathed. The man picked up the phone and called the police. She called to him again, “Papa?” No reply. “ PAPA?!” The man looked at her.

“You’re insane woman!” He snapped at her. The police lights and alarms could be heard near by.

“But . . . my mother,” She pointed to the picture on the wall.

“She was my wife you foolish girl!” The man yelled. “There is no way my daughter could be a thief!”

“I am your daughter!” Carmen said, confused.

“NO YOU ARE NOT!” The man broke into tears, also very confused.

“What happened to me?” Carmen asked him.

“What do you mean?!” The man cried, angry.

“What happened to your daughter?” Carmen asked.

“There was a fire, and she died,” the man said.

“I am your daughter,” She whispered.

“YOU ARE NOT MY DAUGHTER! MY DAUGHTER WOULD BE INTELLIGENT AND GOOD HEARTED! NOT A THIEF LIKE YOU!” The man yelled. Carmen cried, edging toward the window, but she couldn’t leave. She fell to her knees. For she was intelligent and good . . . and a thief too. She cried.

“Papa! I love you! I have never gone a day without wondering where you are! ! ! And now you disown me,” Carmen buried her face in her hands. The police ran up to the room and grabbed Carmen and hand cuffed her. They led her out to the police car while news reporters taped her.

“Any statements?” One of them said.

“This will be the last of me,” Carmen spoke, no more tears.

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Giovanni got the call at the gym about this. He called home on the way to Carmen.

“Neesha? I’m not going to be home for dinner,” Giovanni said.

“Why? Uncle Angel is here,” Neesha said.

“I know. Carmen was arrested. I need to go break her out myself,” Giovanni said.

“Okay. I’ll keep Angel here until then,” Neesha said.

“Thank you darling,” Giovanni said and hung up. He was already in his chopper on the way to Buenos Aires.

He landed in a field the prison, and used his Alakazam to teleport him into Carmen’s cell.

“Your knight and shining armor is here!” Giovanni bowed to Carmen, who he didn’t realize was crying. “What’s wrong?”

“My father doesn’t want me,” Carmen cried.

“I know how you feel. Come on, we’ll talk about it after we get outta here!” Giovanni picked her up.

“No! I need to be here,” Carmen said.

“What?!” Giovanni was shocked.

“I broke into my father’s home but I didn’t know it was his. And then he said I wasn’t his daughter because I’m a thief,” Carmen sniffled in between the sentence every once in a while.

“You can’t stay here though,” Giovanni said and Alakazam teleported the two to the helicopter. They drove off to Rocket HQ.

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“So, do you wanna play Halo?” Neesha asked Angel.

“What?” he asked.

“Halo. It’s a video game!” Neesha chirped, hooking the Xbox up to her father’s plasma screen in the living room. Angel shook his head.

“No. It’s okay. I’ll watch,” Angel said, sitting on the couch, Neesha sitting on the floor, looking up at the TV and her game. Giovanni and Carmen came into the house, hand in hand.

“Hey Angel,” Giovanni called to him. He turned around and walked to his little brother.

“Hey Giovanni,” Angel said and embraced his brother.

“This is Carmen Sandiego,” Giovanni introduced her. Angel shook her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Angel spoke softly. Carmen forced a smile.

“We need to be alone for a few minutes, Angel. I’m sorry but we’re having a crisis,” Giovanni said. “Neesha, you be nice to him. Get him what he wants. Keep him busy. AND FOR GOD SAKES, GET OFF THE GAME BOX!” Giovanni yelled at her, she fumbled the controller and stood up.

“Yes dad,” She pushed the button with her foot to turn it off. “It’s an Xbox.”

“Whatever,” he walked with Carmen to his room. Angel ran and jumped over the couch like a child.

“Entertain me!” He joked. Neesha laughed.

“Go masturbate or something!” Neesha giggled.

“Hey! You little creep!” Angel pretended to choke her but instead ended up tickling her. She rebelled against the attack and laughed.

“Hey! Stop it! Ha ha ha! Stop!” She playfully threatened. He stopped.

“So was that your dad’s new orgasm buddy?” Angel asked.

“Yeah. I found out she was my original mother. All this time I thought Claire was. Oh well,” Neesha said, sitting on the couch with Angel.

“Do you care?” Angel asked.

“Not really,” Neesha said.

(Okay, kiddies. . . . time to go read a book or go smoke something while the big kids read this next part. You’re only missing Giovanni comfort Carmen . . . in odd ways.)

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“Carmen, just calm down,” Giovanni eased her down on his bed, very gently. She cried still.

“I can’t! I just can’t! I need my papa! I’ve missed him so much! I want my mother!” I can’t even remember the last time I saw them!” She whined. He kissed her but she still wept. He slowly unbuttoned her trench coat and took off her blouse. She let him, still crying.

“I’ll take you to see him tomorrow and we’ll sort this all out, okay?” Giovanni gently ran his fingers across her breasts and kissed her neck. She loved him so much, and she knew he’d help her through anything.

“Okay.” He removed the rest of her clothing and letting her run her fingers through his soft, black/brown hair.

“I love you,” He said, giving her little kisses all over her chest. She giggled, letting him take over. He got on top, not forcefully though. He did not need to rape her. So he just relaxed while he did this. Carmen looked up at him with hopeful eyes. He smiled down at her, and she smiled back. He took her hands and put them around his waist and smirked at her.

“I love you too,” She said, rubbing the sides of his body. She pushed him down and got on top to undress him. He laid there, letting her take over. She took his coat off and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his extremely powerful upper body. He gently grabbed her face and brought her to his lips and kissed her again. She kissed him back, their tongues intertwining. Carmen pulled away and unzipped his pants to reveal his boner he had tried to hide form her. Giovanni looked down at himself, a bit embarrassed but he smiled at her.

“Sorry,” He said quietly.

“For what?” Carmen asked, liking how big he was. Ever since her first time with him, it was hard to go to another man without feeling ripped off.

“For leaving you,” Giovanni said referring to when he left her to be with Claire. He did love Claire, but Claire angered him when it came to his own life and his own choices. Carmen understood him so much better than Claire did. Carmen kissed him.

“It’s fine. I’m just happy you’re with me now,” Carmen smiled at him. He smiled back. She opened up the slit in his boxers and eased herself upon him. She squinted, it hurting just a little. Giovanni cringed in pleasure and pulled her whole body on him. He spoke softly into her ear.

“Will you marry me?” Giovanni whispered. She opened her eyes wider. She got up from his grip and looked him in the eyes. His eyes were so soft looking, and they had so much passion when looking at her. He cared so much for her. She smiled very widely and kissed her cheek.

“Of course I will!” She exclaimed, not able to hold it inside herself. Giovanni smiled back at her, as happy as she was. Neesha walked in with Angel.

“Hey dad, me and Angel are gonna- OH SICK! OH GROSS! OH SHIT! I’M BLIND!” Neesha closed her eyes, trying to scratch them out.

“NEXT TIME, KNOCK, DUMBASS!” Giovanni yelled. Angel closed the door because Neesha was too busy trying to suppress her life. “AND IT’S ‘ANGEL AND I’! NOT ‘ME AND ANGEL’!” Giovanni corrected. Neesha had a little tornado drawn above her head by the author.

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Giovanni and Carmen rode on the helicopter to Buenos Aires. She went through things she was going to say to her father. Giovanni prepared to break out of the house, without using teleportation. He packed two guns in his coat. One with four bullets, and the other with four tranquilizers. He could only fit one tranquilizer in the gun at a time, so that seemed like a hassle to him. He told the pilot to land the chopper near the house. They’d have to make a run for it, but Giovanni was good at that.

Carmen and Giovanni walked towards the house, Carmen setting her gadgets everywhere. Giovanni found it silly but if that was what was keeping Carmen from being arrested all these years, he wouldn’t complain. He was a very strict man with escapes. He’d just kill someone if they got in the way. Carmen preferred doing whatever it took to avoid killing or even injuring the cops, guards or owner.

They got in her father’s room, having bought the plans to the house from the black market. The lights were out and he was in bed, sleeping. She ran to him and sat next to his bed and shook him to awake him. Giovanni didn’t like this. It was far from safe. The man woke, very startled.

“Who are you?” He flipped on the light, only to see Carmen Sandiego again, in her bright red trench coat. A man behind her looked as if he worked for the Mafia. The man became afraid, but he did not see either of them armed.

“What are you doing here again?” the man asked, not as afraid.

“Do not call the police,” Giovanni threatened him. Giovanni had the power of scaring the shit out of anyone. And it worked on the man.

“I need to talk to you, father,” Carmen pleaded. She grabbed her father’s hand but he just pulled it away from her.

“I am NOT your father!” He scolded. Carmen let go of tears again, sniffling and looking at him. She pulled out her locket again.

“Then take this away from me,” Carmen said and put it in his hand and closed his hand. He looked inside of it and found the same picture of his wife that was in the painting he had bought for her.

“Where did you get this? Did you steal it?” The man asked.

“No. I’ve had it forever,” Carmen said, crying. Giovanni picked her up from her knees and hugged her from behind.

“How?” The man asked.

“I was in an orphanage until I was 14. Then they sent me out to work. And ACME took me in. But I decided that being a detective was not all that great, so I lived the rest of my life to fool them,” Carmen said. The man realized that maybe she was his child.

“Do you remember how you got into the orphanage?”

“No.” Either way, she had the locket that his wife gave to their little girl. That was before the fire. After the fire, their daughter walked off, not knowing what to do. Her mother died in the fire, police assuming the girl burned with her mother.

“There is no proof you are my daughter!” The man said and threw the locket at her. “You could’ve just picked this up form the rubble or something!”

“MOMMA GAVE IT TO ME!” Carmen screamed. The man looked at Carmen’s face, realizing she did look like his wife a little. “Can’t you just give me a blood test?”

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” The man yelled. She ran into Giovanni’s arms again. Carmen threw the locket down, somewhere in the dark room, that the tiny lamp could never fill. Giovanni looked at the man, angry that he refused Carmen so much. Angry and bitter, Giovanni pulled out his pistol from his coat and shot the man in the head. Carmen jumped, but did not protest. Dogs started barking from the garden outside. Carmen wondered why they weren’t in the house, since last time they were. Giovanni picked up his cell phone and called the helicopter to come to the house to pick them both up.

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Lawrence was going on a family outing and decided to bring Neesha along. Vash, Dante, Yumaki, Velmont, Lawrence’s father and Giovanni came as well. They all went to Lawrence’s shooting range. Lawrence’s family was chalk full of hit men. In fact, it became a requirement as being part of the family. There was an odd genetic talent swimming around. Lawrence seemed to be the best at it, but he didn’t kill all that often. Only when he got money or pleasure out of it. But that was also not often.

Vash used bigger, heavier hand guns. He shot many rounds, hitting the target in random spots, but not missing. Dante would do clean shots in specific areas and lots of them. Velmont didn’t have much use for killing. He’d kill henchmen if they angered him, just as Giovanni would. Yumaki trained for killing but he was more involved with hacking and digimon than anything else. And Lawrence III killed often, like Giovanni. He followed the guidance of Giovanni in everything. He knew Giovanni was another Hitler, capable of rallying anyone into doing what he wanted. Giovanni was better than Hitler. He didn’t kill prejudicially like Hitler. He killed if someone disobeyed, and the fear that Giovanni struck into people’s hearts is what made him so powerful. He was a perfect general for an army of thieves and murderers and druggies. And that’s what made Lawrence need to follow him. He knew that Neesha was not strong like her father and that he would have her marry someone that could take over Team Rocket, so he had no problem with letting his son date Giovanni’s daughter.

Giovanni always shot what he wanted to shoot. He had no pointless fire on anyone he didn’t see fit. So he viciously shot when he wanted to. Neesha watched them all and there methods of killing people. She did not chose one method over the other. She didn’t need to kill anyone. At least, not at the moment. She knew eventually she’d be Madame Boss and have to protect herself at all times. So she learned how to use a gun, but didn’t use it besides in training.

“So, Neesha, what’s the first thing you’ll change when you’re Madame Boss?” Her father asked her, firing three rounds at the target, hitting it in the chest all three times.

“I think I’ll give everyone the week off,” Neesha said, aiming at the target’s nuts. She shot and hit it. Giovanni pulled his black sun glasses off and looked at where she hit the cardboard target. He shivered a little.

“That will put profits down 30%, trust me. I had someone do the math,” Giovanni said, since he was never really any good at math. Neither was Neesha. She shrugged.

“I want the Rockets to like me. I don’t want them to fear me,” Neesha admitted, reloading her gun.

“They don’t have to like you. They just have to respect you. If you have no respect, the company crashes and burns. If you let them crawl all over you, you’re a goner. Keep them on a short leash. You appear to be coming off as weak, Neesha,” Giovanni broke her the truth. She shrugged.

“So? I’ll die before I have to make the choice of taking Team Rocket over,” She didn’t know why she said that.

“What do you mean? You don’t want the Rockets?” Giovanni turned to her.

“No. I just know I’ll die before I have to make that choice,” She kept talking. Why? She wasn’t usually pessimistic about death. But something inside of her insisted that she was going to die before her father would give her the company. It came out of her mouth wrong too. Giovanni slapped her.

“Are you crazy? You have to take over!” Giovanni yelled at her.

“You’re going to kill me before that happens,” She spoke not thinking about it again. She covered her own mouth, afraid of what would come out next. “I swear dad, I don’t know why I said that.” Giovanni hugged her.

“Maybe we should go home.”

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Neesha went for a walk in Viridian forest. She brought her backpack with Mew inside, Mew coloring in a Sesame Street coloring book. She walked down the path, just admiring the sights. She saw a Team Rocket trio doing something to the ground ahead of her. They looked back and hid in the bushes. Neesha went to go check it out, and hopefully talk to them. She ran ahead and couldn’t find them anywhere. And while she was running, she fell through the ground in a trap. She fell about ten feet down. She landed on her butt, except her leg was also bent badly, and it hurt her.

“Hey! Help me! Somebody!” Neesha called up. The Rockets peered into the whole and cried for joy at their catch.

“Yesh! We done it!” A Meowth spoke like a human! Neesha questioned that. She heard her father tell her of a Meowth like that. A man with blue hair yelled to her.

“Are you all right?” He called to her. He was a bit concerned for her, Neesha being as pretty as she was, James being as much of a man as he was. Which isn’t much but he still is as hormonal as any man.

“I hurt all over!” Neesha pouted. She did not realize that they did not recognize her.

“We’ll get you out, as soon as you give us your Pokemon!” James called back. Neesha became angry.

“Hey! You can’t take my Pokemon!”

“Then you stay there until you do!” Jessie called to him. Neesha crossed her arms.

“Is this some kind of joke?! Take me to your boss!” She called to them.

“I don’t think you want that! But okay!” Meowth said. James and Jessie helped her up, snatching her Pokemon and dragging her to her house.

Jessie and James took the Rocket operative entrance. No one dare went through the Boss’ home. The entrance they took directly went to Team Rocket HQ of Viridian. They dragged her through many Rocket members that looked at them weird, realizing that trainers weren’t supposed to come in Rocket HQ. Neesha then realized no one knew who Neesha was.

Executives stopped Jessie and James.

“What is the meaning of this?” One asked.

“We’re teaching this girl a lesson. She wants to see the Boss!” Meowth snickered. The executive shrugged and let them in Giovanni’s main office where they were to bow to him at his feet.

The room was very dark with very dim lights. Giovanni was in his chair, not facing the door. The executive bowed as well.

“Jessie and James to see you with a prisoner,” The executive called to him. Giovanni turned around in his chair, not recognizing Neesha since it was dark. The executive left.

“What Pokemon did you gain from her?” Giovanni asked. Jessie looked at them.

“Seems to be she only had . . . a Mew. Nothing in the Poke balls. What’s a Mew anyway?” Jessie asked James. Giovanni was startled. He flipped on all of the lights and saw Neesha’s face forced to the ground by Jessie. Giovanni threw a paper weight at Jessie.

“Let her go! That’s my daughter!” Giovanni yelled furiously. Jessie, James and Meowth scurried out of the room. Neesha ran to her father and hugged him.

“Who’s great idea was it to let Rocket’s dig holes to capture someone?” Neesha asked.