Scary Things Come In Pink, Fuzzy Packages
Chapter 5 : Cure My Tragedy
Rating: R By Rodriguez Anna

> (Go away kiddies! Again! Rape scene. Go! Go away! Beat it little ones! Skip down to the next ------)

Giovanni slumped over on the couch, drunk off his ass. He stumbled over his words; words that he spoke to himself, thinking there was someone next to him listening. He wanted to be sober, but he couldn’t bring himself to be sober.

The next day was the same. He wasn’t as drunk, so he hit Neesha a few times. Neesha hugged him once in a while, taking a little sip of vodka and ran off her to room to play video games. He wanted to beat someone. He limped over to her room and opened the door.

“Pumpkin! Time to play a game with daddy!” Giovanni called to her, very drunk. Neesha continued to play her video game.

“Not right now, dad,” she said. Giovanni stumbled over to her and leaned on her.

“You need to right now!” He tried to sound stern. Neesha shook her head.

“Hey.” Giovanni picked her up and threw her on the bed. She got up immediately. She learned that if she didn’t get off as soon as she got on, he would jump on her and get his way. Giovanni punched her face and she flew onto the bed again, him jumping on her. He was most dangerous drunk. He had very little control of his actions. When he did have control, he’d tell himself not to do this to Neesha. But when he was drunk, nothing mattered besides being pleased. He had his knife in his holder that was strapped around his leg, realizing his desk wasn’t the best place for it. He pulled it out and pressed the flat side to her neck.

“Take off my clothes like Carmen!” He demanded. She gulped softly, the knife just barely cutting her. She did take his clothes off, not knowing how Carmen did it. She figured like mother, like daughter. So she gave it a chance.

Eventually, he was naked. He tore her clothes off, soon both of them were naked. Neesha hated the feeling of being helpless like this. He pushed himself in, not gently at all, like he would’ve been if she was Carmen. Neesha yelped in pain. He felt so hard and dry to her. She withered in pain, trying to escape the weight he put on her. She hit him, punching him in the sides, him not caring. He held onto her, loving the shape of her body and it’s softness. He thrust her then, over and over. Neesha moaning in pain, not pleasure. Any women would be dying of pleasure by now, but Neesha was too used to him doing this. She screamed once, him covering her mouth. He took out some duck tape from his coat pocket, expecting himself to use it. He covered her mouth with it and taped her hands and feet to the bed. She tried to break free but it was no use. He made sure her hands were above her head, and he spread her legs far apart, also tapping the petals of her flower far apart, out his own black hearted greed for pleasure. She moaned and cried in so much agony. He pulled her hair spastically. Him laughing at her hysterically, deeply and evilly. She looked at him in horror, wishing he would snap out of it soon.

He became completely deranged, out to cause torture. He took the knife and stuck it up her soft, velvet lips. She screamed, near inaudible because of the duck tape. Tears seeped from her tightly shut eyes. She opened her eyes, feeling immeasurable pain. She screamed again, barely heard by anyone, the sound only coming from her nose. She cried so hard, Giovanni smiling down at her like a wolf. He pulled the knife out, covered in blood. She screamed again in agony.

Lawrence walked in the house, looking for Neesha who said she would be here to play video games with him. He took off his black beanie and shoved it in his coat pocket, it being a very chilly day out. He took off his cold coat, and hung it up on the hanger. He popped his shoes off, without untying them. He did not hear anything, which made him wonder. He took out a small, black hand gun, .22. He quietly walked through the halls and by Neesha’s door. He did not hear anything for a while. Until she cried out, sounding desperate. He barged through the door, or at least he tried to. It was locked. Which was not a good thing. He did one swift kick to the door, causing it to break open, and only to see his idol, Giovanni, raping the one and only love of his life, Neesha. Lawrence’s heart skipped a beat, shocked. He felt so hurt, seeing his future wife being taken away from him. Lawrence pointed the gun at Giovanni, too angry to even think straight, and shot him in the back. Giovanni howled in pain, falling onto the floor, off of Neesha. Lawrence ran to Neesha, caressing her and kissing her. He tore the tape off of her mouth, the area of which it covered red and puffy, Neesha still crying.

“Why did he do that?” Lawrence asked her, kissing her over and over.

“He needed to,” Neesha spoke softly. Lawrence ripped the tape from her wrists and ankles, and helped her put on some clothing. Giovanni still laid on the floor, bleeding and swearing. Once Neesha had some clothes on, Lawrence picked up the phone and called the Medical branch of Team Rocket to come and get him.

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Lawrence got his brother, Yumaki to pick him up from Neesha’s home, taking Neesha with him. Once both of them were in Lawrence’s home, Lawrence told his father about what Giovanni did.

“HE DID WHAT?!?!?!” Lawrence III yelled.

“He raped Neesha,” Lawrence IV informed him again. Lawrence III stood up from his chair that would like . . . I dunno . . . levitate and stuff. Freak show. Anyways.

“Should I talk to him about it?” Lawrence III asked Neesha.

“He’s done it before. It won’t be the last time. It won’t do any good,” Neesha said, still a bit shocked by everything.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Lawrence IV asked her. She shrugged.

“My dad said not to say anything. So I didn’t,” Neesha said.

“You can’t just go back to your home and pretend like nothing happened!” Lawrence IV gripped her arms and shook her a little. She began to cry, wishing her life was normal.

“I’ve done that all my life . . . why change things now?” Neesha sniffled.

“Because we’re getting married! You can’t just let him do this anymore! It’s wrong!” Lawrence yelled at her causing her to break out in tears.

“Is Team Rocket not wrong? Is having sex with every women in the world not wrong? Is beating your kid not wrong? Is murder not wrong?” Neesha cried. Lawrence IV looked at her eyes, watering and getting red. He saw all the sadness she had hid for so long. Lawrence let go of her.

“It is wrong. But that’s our life style,” Lawrence III said.

“THEN WHO CARES IF WE’RE WRONGED?!?! We do the wrong thing and then something wrong happens to us and we can’t scream! ! ! We have no one,” Neesha fought.

“She has a point, dad,” Lawrence said. His father nodded.

“The least we can do is convince him to stop,” Lawrence III said.

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Giovanni sat in the hospital bed . . . . . again. Deja vu. He was a bit miffed that Lawrence shot him, but it was for a good reason. He never thought in his life that he would be thinking that.

The nurses had asked him what happened, and he said it was no big deal, just a flesh wound. They patched him up, and sent him on his way, like most days. Of course, he had to sit in bed for about two weeks, which was no good for the leader of Team Rocket but hey, whatcha’ gonna do?

(A/N: Wow. I just had the second writer’s block since the first chapter, and I got out of it because I listened to a song called “Evil Twin” by Disneyland After Dark-

Disclaimer: I don’t own them either.

A/N: And I remembered something I created back when I was 11, about Giovanni being cloned himself! Yes! Ha ha! I’ve saved myself! Fun . . . maybe I will write down a bunch of songs that have to do with this story like a soundtrack!

Disclaimer: This story does write itself!)

He sat there in his own bed, very lonely, knowing that Lawrence had taken Neesha to his home to stay there for a while. He did think about calling her, but it would seem wrong. So he sat there, letting his maids come in and out with food or whatever he needed. But they would always leave after doing what he told them to, which made him lonely. So he turned on TV, but there’s never anything good on at 1 in the afternoon. He groaned in agony of loneliness and picked the phone up, wondering if Carmen was not doing anything. He knew that she had a very busy schedule, of stealing random stuff, so he rarely called her at her home, knowing that she wasn’t there half the time. But the phone rang, and she did pick up.

“Hello, Giovanni,” Carmen said right away, taking use of caller id. He had it too though. Just in case Officer Jenny called or a Rocket prank called.

“Hey. Can you come over? I’m kinda . . . lonely,” Giovanni said quietly. Carmen smiled, finding it amusing that such a big, black hearted man could get lonesome for people he connected with.

“Sure. I’ll be over there in about an hour,” Carmen said. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” He said and hung up. He sat back in his bed and tried to relax until she came.

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Oikawa was in his lab, sitting back in his chair, admiring his most recent work. He had not told his father about it yet, because it was a special surprise. Oikawa had worked his butt off for a long time to get this finished. But plans changed as Tanaka walked into the lab. Oikawa forgot to lock the door.

“AH! Get out!” Oikawa tried pointlessly to cover up his work. Tanaka starred at it, wondering what the hell had gotten into his son’s foolish head.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” Tanaka screamed. Oikawa realized his efforts to cover it up were in vain, since it was bigger than him. It was a life-size version of Giovanni. Life-size putting it lightly. It WAS Giovanni . . . . but a clone. The clone blinked at Tanaka, wondering what was going on. Tanaka walked over to what he thought was his son and punched him in the face. The clone took the blow, but then starred Tanaka down, Tanaka becoming very weirded out.

“It’s a clone of Giovanni,” Oikawa said sheepishly. “And it doesn’t like it when you hit him.” The clone then pushed Tanaka down and stepped on his face. Oikawa pulled the clone off of his father. The clone listened to Oikawa. Tanaka got up and smiled devilishly.

“This could be fantastic! But how did you do it?” Tanaka asked him. Oikawa smirked.

“When Gio’s Persian cut his leg, there was blood all over the place! It was a gold mine! I got all the DNA I wanted,” Oikawa said, also as good of a genetic engineer as Giovanni is. Of course, Giovanni put MOST of his genetic altering stuff behind him, ever since the Mewtwo incident. Tanaka found it funny that Giovanni made a clone that went bad on him. And now he was going to get a clone of himself and taste his own medicine.

“Wow. This is great. When are we going to unleash it?” Tanaka asked. Oikawa smiled.

“Why not now?”

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Giovanni sat in bed, feeling good, but still lonely. He was told not to consume alcohol while his wound was healing, but since when did he ever listen to that? So he drank just a little, because he was very good with pain and mortal wounds. He blasted his heavy metal music in his room, for some odd reason, trying to not be lonely anymore. Hey, it works for the author of this story!

Oikawa and Tanaka walked cautiously to Giovanni’s home. The clone walked with them, wondering what was going on but realizing that he knew somehow. He knew everything instantly. Oikawa’s life of cloning and creating digimon, his best friend that died, his hatred for his brother, everything. Yes, the clone was psychic. More psychic than the being that the clone was derived from. The clone was no longer an it. It was human. Too human. But also very pokemon-like. And digimon-like. Oikawa had to fill in a few blank spots in Giovanni. He filled those blanks with Blackwargreymon’s DNA, and a bit of Mewtwo also. This “being” was more of Giovanni than Giovanni was. Oikawa knew Blackwargreymon was Giovanni’s soul digimon. Not even Giovanni knew that. Giovanni was a digidestined. And Mewtwo was created of Giovanni’s mind and heart. Giovanni did not know this either. That was one of the choices made by the engineers. They all thought that the beast would obey and understand his master better if that was done. It turns out, it did the opposite.

So the clone waited. It wanted to study it’s surroundings and figure out everything. It knew how to speak and analyze. It knew how to do anything Giovanni knew, being of Giovanni’s mind. But it knew more than Giovanni. It knew telekinesis. It knew how to focus it’s psychic energy. It knew how to do anything it wanted. So it walked with Oikawa and Tanaka.

Tanaka, by the way, stopped walking, standing in front of his son’s home once again. The dark spore failed and broke. This would not falter. Tanaka smiled devilishly. He heard music blasting from inside the house. Tanaka picked up a rock and threw it at Giovanni’s bedroom window. The window shattered, causing Giovanni to run to the window. There stood his father and brother. And another person. He didn’t know who it was, but Giovanni didn’t care. He grabbed his gun and ran outside.

“What now?” Giovanni looked into his father’s eyes. Tanaka smiled.

“Don’t you see?” Tanaka laughed a little. Giovanni wondered what he was talking about, only to see the person standing behind Tanaka. It looked so much like himself. It was himself. Giovanni’s eyes widened with fear. (This is the part where the DJ of this story plays “Evil Twin” and this is also the part where I start the song fic.)

Just like an indian,

I chant and dance around.

A shiny new room.

With a shiny new sound

Today I woke up screaming,

"Hello, my evil twin"

The clone looked at Giovanni. Wondering what the hell it was. It was him. But he was himself! It didn’t make sense. Giovanni also tried to make sense of it.

“A clone?” Giovanni asked in horror.

“Yes. Right on the money,” Oikawa said.

“You’re crazy!” Giovanni said, drawing his gun.

“Attack him,” Oikawa told the clone. The clone understood. So it did. It seemed to dance or glide, as it came toward Giovanni. Giovanni braced himself.

“Hello, my evil twin,” the clone spoke. Giovanni kicked himself. Or . . . not really himself . . . more of his clone. The clone took it, but kicked him back. Giovanni spin kicked him in the mouth, sending the clone to jerk to the side.

Who's the old and boring,

Like a change of skin?

Giovanni thought about it. The clone was so . . . real. It was him. How did Oikawa do it? Then he remembered the day Persian cut him and that Oikawa was there, giving blood to him. He must have taken some that spilled onto the floor. Giovanni became very angry and shot the clone. The clone bled, like a human. Giovanni wondered if it was a human but . . . it didn’t make sense.

Yeah, I tried forever. Forever is like chains. Now the chain is torn. Inside this quiet form Is a roaring thunderstorm.

The clone recognized pain, but ignored it. The clone stood up, wincing but still fighting Giovanni. The clone levitated, covered by blue psychic energy. Giovanni gritted his teeth. It seemed that his Mewtwo days came back to bite him in the butt with all this cloning mess. The clone used telekinesis to crush Giovanni. Giovanni, covered in psychic energy that wasn’t his own, cried out in pain as he felt like the air was just compressing on him. He tried to escape it, but he didn’t know how. He tried using his own weak psychic energy on his clone. The clone felt a small pulse, knowing what Giovanni thought and what he was trying to do.

“Weak,” the clone softly spoke and threw Giovanni at another window, sending him straight through it, into the house. Giovanni moaned and laid there, waiting for his own doom. The clone levitated into the home, Oikawa and Tanaka racing in to watch.

Yeah, I'm for longer living.

And I'm for laughing loud.

Now I'm the kind of person I warned myself about!

The clone looked down at Giovanni, whom was panting heavily, knowing something was broken. But it hurt all over. So it was hard to tell what was broken. Oikawa stood there, watching in amusement. He had finally made a human clone. It was so perfect. Giovanni sat there, very still, watching himself look down on him. It was like a mirror gone evil.

“You don’t have to listen to him. You’re much stronger,” Giovanni said to the clone, referring to Oikawa. The clone knew who he was talking about. He could read Giovanni’s mind. The clone realized that then. The clone looked at Oikawa. Oikawa shivered. Giovanni smiled at Oikawa.

“You forgot, Oikawa. Mewtwo and I are one in the same. Mewtwo was defiant to his master. What makes the clone of me different?” Giovanni asked quietly. Oikawa stood there.

“Come,” Oikawa said to the clone. The clone did come, but hesitantly. Giovanni still laid there, wondering what Oikawa was planning. Oikawa and the clone walked out of the house and back to their car. Tanaka went with them. Giovanni slowly picked himself up, watching them leave. Giovanni grabbed the cell phone in his pocket and called a nurse.

Today I woke up screaming,

“Hello, my evil twin!”

Who's the old and boring,

Like a change of skin?

Yeah, I tried forever.

Forever is like chains.

Now the chain is torn.

Inside this quiet form Is a roaring thunderstorm!

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Mewtwo left Neesha for a while, to fly up to the Cave of Origin. He needed to get away. Neesha left him no restrictions, him being her pokemon now. She did not argue when he wanted to leave. And Mewtwo was glad she didn’t. He didn’t want to scare her like he did to her father.

But just as Mewtwo arrived, he felt Giovanni’s mind at work to a familiar extent. He peered into Giovanni’s mind and saw that Giovanni had been cloned, just as Mewtwo had. Mewtwo was a bit shocked, but he was laughing too. Finally, Giovanni would feel his pain. Mewtwo left the cave, to pay his creator a visit.

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Mewtwo lowered himself down to walk into Team Rocket Headquarters. Not Giovanni’s home, which was just down a ways. Mewtwo knew he was injured by his clone, so he headed for the medical corridor. He paid no attention to the Rockets that gave him frightened looks; them knowing what Mewtwo had done to the gym. Mewtwo smiled innocently at them, in fact, just to make people wonder. Mewtwo walked right into Giovanni’s room, Giovanni watching TV. Giovanni looked at him for a second, but then realized who it was and he sat up, wincing because of the pain.

“What is it?” Giovanni asked, wondering how many bad things could happen in one day. Mewtwo seemed more timid than before. He was not timid but he had to torment Giovanni’s thoughts more.

“You do not appreciate the power you gave me,” Mewtwo said. Giovanni rolled his eyes.

“Do we have to go through this again?”

“I know what you think. So you’d best change your attitude toward me,” Mewtwo threatened, screwing his take on being timid anymore. Giovanni nodded, agitated now.

“Can I help you?” Giovanni asked. Mewtwo walked closer to him.

“You have a clone now,” Mewtwo brought up. Giovanni showed no emotion, although he tried not to be surprised inside his head, to hide this from Mewtwo.

“You’re still underestimating me.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I always feel superior, so it’s hard not to imagine that you are more powerful than I, considering I created you.”

Mewtwo snickered and took Giovanni’s collar and came within a few inches of Giovanni’s face.

“You’d better get used to it. Because sooner or later you’re going to meet more people and creatures like me,” Mewtwo let go of him and took a step back. “But for now, I need to do something. And whatever I do to you, will remain to yourself. It’ll be a little weird but I need to show you something.” Mewtwo looked into Giovanni’s eyes. Giovanni looked back at him in horror.

“What are you doing?” Giovanni asked frantically. Mewtwo spread his arms and became a blue-clear color. He was not purple and white anymore. Giovanni watched, wondering what on earth Mewtwo was planning. Mewtwo then jumped on Giovanni and disappeared. Giovanni felt a shock flow through him, but besides that, he felt nothing. Giovanni stood up from his bed and looked around.

“Mewtwo?” He asked. Something inside him felt . . . present.

“Yes Giovanni?” Mewtwo asked him.

“Where are you?” Giovanni asked, looking around the room.

“I’m inside you,” Mewtwo said, grinning like a wolf.

“WHAT?!” Giovanni asked, looking down at himself. Nothing seemed changed. He looked like he always did. Mewtwo got used to the control of Giovanni’s brain, knowing it was HIS now.

“I can possess your mind. So you’d better now get on my nerves, considering I can make you do some pretty stupid shit,” Mewtwo tried moving Giovanni. Giovanni felt his arms move, him not moving them.

“AH!” Giovanni scared himself. Mewtwo made Giovanni walk. Giovanni tried to gain control again, but it didn’t work.

“Mewtwo please!” Giovanni pleaded. Mewtwo smiled.

“This is to teach you that I am in control,” Mewtwo said.

“I understand! You’re in control! Now get out!” Giovanni yelled. The nurse came in, wondering why Giovanni was talking to himself.

“Is there something you need, Boss?” She asked. Giovanni became worried. Mewtwo was going to stupid something stupid.

“No. I’m fine!” Giovanni managed to say. Mewtwo let him.

Mewtwo felt a little worn down, realizing it was because Giovanni had been beaten just a while ago, AND he had a bullet wound that was SUPPOSED to be healing right now. So Mewtwo just healed Giovanni, to make it easier to get around. Giovanni felt the wound close very quickly, along with every other cut and bruise that ached him. The pain disappeared instantly. Giovanni found it odd, but he figured that Mewtwo had something to do with it.

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“You have to obey us,” Oikawa scolded the clone. The clone nodded. “Do not listen to that other man.”

“He looks like me,” the clone said. Oikawa wished he hadn’t made the clone so . . . human. But he had no choice. It wasn’t like the clone was a robot. Genetics had it’s own way of working.

“I know he does. But he is not you. Do not listen to him,” Oikawa told the clone, whom was sitting. Oikawa stood in front of him.

“What is his name?” the clone asked.

“Giovanni,” Oikawa said, then remembering not to make Giovanni’s mistakes when talking to something that could destroy him. Giovanni learned the hard way with Mewtwo. Oikawa knew that Giovanni’s mistakes would be learned from. Oikawa spoke again.

“Your purpose in life is to serve me and destroy Giovanni. Do you understand?” Oikawa asked the clone. It nodded. HE nodded. Tanaka came in the room with Oikawa and the clone.

“We should give it a name,” Tanaka said. Oikawa nodded and snickered.

“How about Giotwo?” Oikawa joked. Tanaka smiled.

“Sounds good,” Tanaka laughed. The clone looked up at them, still confused but not bothering to care.

“Master, am I more powerful than you?” The clone asked, remembering the words of Giovanni. Oikawa bit his tongue.

“No. We created you,” Oikawa said. The clone nodded, sensing fear in both humans that stood by him. He knew he was more powerful but he decided to wait on both people to find out what they were planning. He might destroy Giovanni, if the time was right. But then he would find out what his masters would have him do after that. And if it wasn’t of his best interest, then he would do as he pleased.

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“Dad, I’m home!” Neesha called. Giovanni sat by himself in the gym office, which was different, considering he was always talking to someone, whether it was pokemon, or villain, or a trainer. Neesha had to look around for her dad every time she would come home. Her home was so big. A mansion, a gym, and an evil corporation. It made her laugh sometimes. Giovanni looked up from talking to himself. Whatever Mewtwo said came from Giovanni’s mouth unfortunately.

“Hi Neesha!” Mewtwo replied back, sounding too cheery. It was not Mewtwo’s voice either. Neesha poked her head in the door.

“Are you okay, dad?” Neesha asked, still by the door.

“I’m fine,” Giovanni said, clearing his throat.

“Is there something you need?” Neesha asked him. He remembered then, raping her. Mewtwo saw the memory of his of that day. Mewtwo became angry and made Giovanni stand.

“Come here,” Mewtwo forced him to say. Neesha approached her father. Mewtwo forced Giovanni to hug Neesha.

“I’m so sorry for what I’ve done to you,” Giovanni held Neesha in his arms. Well . . . actually it was more mentally Mewtwo holding her. She smiled.

“It’s okay. I understand you’re going through some hard times,” Neesha said.

“That’s no excuse for what I’ve done,” Mewtwo said. Neesha squeezed him tighter.

“I could’ve stopped you but I chose not to,” Neesha said. Mewtwo read her mind, realizing that Giovanni had given her a taser and she had Mew that could’ve stopped him. Why she chose not to was beyond Mewtwo. He went deeper in her mind to find out why, and the reason was because she had a disease called Stockholm. Neesha did not personally know she had Stockholm, but Mewtwo knew. He figured Giovanni knew. Somehow Giovanni’s mind and his had fused within the little time they had been connected. Mewtwo knew his mind wasn’t apparent to Giovanni’s, but within time, it might. Mewtwo would have to erase Giovanni’s memory, just as he had done with the other trainers he had invited to battle. But that didn’t bother him.

“No. You are not responsible. I’m sorry,” Giovanni said. Mewtwo was thinking. He did not make Giovanni say that. But Mewtwo smiled inside his head and let everything in Giovanni go. Giovanni continued to hug Neesha. Giovanni’s phone buzzed in. He let her go and pushed the button.

“Yes?” Giovanni asked. His secretary sat in the office of the gym.

“Carmen Sandiego to see you, Boss,” She said.

“Send her to my office,” Giovanni said, recollecting his thoughts. “Will you forgive me, Neesha?”

“Of course,” Neesha smiled at him. Giovanni smiled back.

“Okay. I need to talk with Carmen. Go home and invite Angel over. I need to talk to him about some things. In fact, invite him for dinner, please,” He instructed Neesha. She happily nodded and scurried off, just as Carmen came in.

“Hi mom!” Neesha called to Carmen, still skipping down the hall. Carmen smiled at her.

“Thanks for making my day, Neesha!” Carmen called to her and walked to Giovanni. Giovanni walked to Carmen and softly kissed her. Mewtwo figured Giovanni would do something he didn’t want to. But Mewtwo was truly only trying to change Giovanni. And then maybe he’d go have some fun as the most evil and respected villain in the world.

“Are you okay?” Carmen asked. Giovanni gave her a short laugh.

“Oikawa and Tanaka are giving me more crap. They made a clone of me,” Giovanni said blandly. Carmen was a bit shocked.

“Like how you made Mewtwo? They made a clone of you?” Carmen asked.

“Yeah. They are trying to kill me. So I have to be better prepared all of this,” Giovanni said. Mewtwo entertained himself by searching through Giovanni’s memories.

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Mewtwo ventured deep. He needed blackmail material, just in case. He went through Giovanni’s childhood, which had no surprises, judging how Giovanni turned out as a person. There were certain very irrelevant memories, such as a logo from a toy or appliance that Giovanni used to have as a child. And there were some memories of his mother, Madame Boss; whose real name was Alicia. Alicia Rocket. Tanaka agreed to let her have her maiden name, since it was so . . . known already. And feared. Madame Boss was a Team Rocket legend. Every other Boss before her, her father, grandfather, great grandfather, and so forth, had all been slackers when it came to controlling Team Rocket. Madame Boss was the first women to be Boss, and she was the first to get the whole organization back to where it wanted to be . . . in trouble. She was not in charge of the whole realm of evil though. Giovanni was. And he started slacking a little in Team Rocket when he was “in charge of evil”. But the reign of Team Rocket was fading anyway. So Giovanni figured if it didn’t last until Neesha was in charge, then he’d just have to worry about everything else. Once you turned 55 years old, you were required to pass off the Boss position to a son or daughter. If you had no children, then it was to go to a trusted friend or other member of the family.

Mewtwo looked into the memories of Giovanni as a child. And one particular memory, Giovanni dreamed of constantly.

Giovanni was only ten, with a semi-stern face. He looked similar to the way he looked now, but kinda . . . cuter? Who knows. Mewtwo didn’t care. Anyway, Giovanni watched his mother make dinner. It was chicken. Giovanni was sick of chicken. He hated chicken. His mother would ALWAYS make it. He was extremely sick of it. His father didn’t seem to mind that his wife would constantly make it. So Giovanni suffered and just sat at the kitchen table. His mother wiped a piece of her brown/red hair out of her face with her arm, her hands a bit messy. She turned around and looked at him.

“Is there something you need?” Madame Boss asked him. He nodded sadly. “What’s wrong?”

“Dad hit me again,” He said. His mother wiped her hands off with a rag and walked over to Giovanni and knelt down in front of him.

“I’m sorry but dad won’t stop. I asked him to, but he can’t help it,” Alicia told her son. Giovanni nodded. He tried to stay as silent as he could, gently pressing his right hand index finger to his side, where his father pushed him into a table. It hurt all over. Giovanni winced.

“Why does he do it?” Giovanni asked, hoping his mother wouldn’t get mad at him.

“He has his reasons. He’s just angry at everything. It’s not you. He just is mad with his job,” She said. Tanaka did work with Madame Boss, helping her with the business. Mewtwo wondered how Giovanni, all by himself, could handle Team Rocket (which his parents split the work) and the evil empire. Which I guess I should give it a name. Or at least mention the name again. “The Guild”. Since every bad guy, rival or not, are all out to help each other, because all of them, no matter how different the work is, are all out for one thing. Obviously for power, a reputation, and/or revenge. Giovanni obviously had no avenging to do, yet. Of course he wanted power. But his reputation for Team Rocket had fizzled a little.

“What’s wrong with his job?” Giovanni asked. Alicia sighed.

“He just doesn’t agree with his position. He wants more control. That’s all,” She smiled at him. He gave her a weak smile back, not used to smiling. “So how was school today?”

“I hate school.”

“Why?”

“The kids make fun of me. And I can’t do math,” Giovanni despaired.

“Well, make fun of the kids back. And of course you can do math!” Alicia assured him, or tried.

“The teacher said I couldn’t.”

Alicia dropped a plate she was washing, while waiting for the chicken to get done. She quickly walked out of the kitchen, to her room. Giovanni wondered what happened. So he quietly cleaned up the shattered plate. Mewtwo searched deeper in his thoughts, for what she did. All that came clear was that when Giovanni went back to school the next day, that teacher was not teaching anymore. The children had a new teacher, hired by Team Rocket. That teacher was nice to him. Mewtwo decided to search through other memories, of his trouble with being beaten as a child. One in particular stuck out like a soar thumb. It was when Giovanni was a little older. He was 15, learning to drive, puberty, girls, fighting more physically with his brother, things like that.

Tanaka came into the study, where Giovanni was doing his homework. Tanaka sat next to him, looking over his shoulder. Giovanni rolled his eyes, realizing his father was drunk and trying to annoy him. It was working.

“What?” Giovanni barked.

“Don’t you want to say hi anymore?” Tanaka asked, smiling like an imp, not making any sense at all.

“No. Go away,” Giovanni rubbed his forehead. His father pushed his shoulder a little. Giovanni looked at him, agitated, and stood up to get another text book. Tanaka walked closely behind him, still smiling and stumbling while he walked. Tanaka kept kicking Giovanni, as Giovanni turned around and coldly kicked his father in the stomach. Tanaka fell back on the floor, laughing.

“Jerk,” Tanaka said and pulled out a gun. Giovanni was sick of this, so he turned around and got the book he wanted from the shelf and sat back down. Tanaka took out a knife, and stabbed Giovanni below his shoulder blade. Giovanni yelled and tried to grab his father. Tanaka laughed hysterically and Giovanni fell to the floor, wondering what to do. He knew pulling the knife out would make him bleed to death. But if he left it in, in a minute, it would start hurting more than shit. Giovanni got up quickly, trying to get his dad’s gun, which he still had in his hands. Tanaka pointed the gun at Giovanni. Giovanni took a book from the table and threw it at Tanaka. It hit him, only making him laugh harder. Giovanni tried to move his left arm, the side with the knife. It hurt too much, the knife cutting deeper as he moved it. His right arm was not his good arm. He tried kicking Tanaka, Tanaka stumbling back a ways, causing Giovanni to miss. Tanaka cocked the gun, Alicia running into the room at the exact moment. Alicia lunged in front of Giovanni, just as Tanaka chose to shoot him. Alicia took the bullet in the chest. Tanaka suddenly became aware of what happened. He dropped the gun and ran to Alicia. Giovanni stood there in shock, his mother at his feet, bleeding. Mewtwo watched, not feeling any emotion, as always. Alicia coughed blood. Giovanni fell to his knees, and held his mother’s hand. He cried for the first time in so many years. Mewtwo parted from the memories. He figured Giovanni would’ve had a sucky life as a younger person, and that was why he had it so bad now. Mewtwo knew Neesha had the crest of Time. He knew she could help her father, but would it be appropriate to change time like that? Mewtwo didn’t care. Just as long as it reversed his creation.