Scary Things Come In Pink, Fuzzy Packages
Chapter 7 : The Robber End of “Cops and Robbers"
Rating: R By Rodriguez Anna

> “No! I won’t do it! Yes you will! Never! I hate it! Stop! Eat it! Die!” Giovanni tried holding his own hand back from grabbing a hand full of food. Neesha’s jaw dropped, watching her father fight with himself about eating food. Mewtwo did not want human food. But Giovanni was very hungry, since Mewtwo put up this fuss for a few days. Giovanni struggled, knowing Mewtwo would over power him again.

“Fine! I’ll eat pokemon food and make my reputation suck! Fine by me, tub of lard! What did you call me? Tub of lard! Come here and die! You die! No you die! I’m hungry! Suck it! No!” Giovanni fell off his chair. Mewtwo was angry, but he wasn’t about to end the fight. It was fun but that’s all the fun he ever got in Giovanni’s body.

“Well, it’s not like I don’t suffer when you’re kissing on Carmen! Pokemon don’t like kissing humans! Well you’re not kissing her! I am! Deal with it! I hate you! Good! You’ll never eat human food again! Get out of my body, jerk! You get out of your body! I would if I could!” Giovanni yelled back at Mewtwo. Mewtwo shoved him out, in Mewtwo’s body. Yes, Mewtwo was in Giovanni’s, Giovanni was in Mewtwo’s. Giovanni looked at himself.

“I’m naked! And purple! I hate you!” Giovanni yelled. Mewtwo snickered at him. Giovanni looked at his poor, poor body, still possessed by Mewtwo after all this time. Neesha screamed.

“Oh yeah,” Mewtwo said. Giovanni walked over to her, still in Mewtwo’s body.

“Honey, it’s okay. Daddy’s here for you,” he hugged her. Neesha looked at Mewtwo. Well . . . she looked at who she thought was her dad.

“Help me,” She whispered.

“Um . . . your dad and I switched bodies. I’m teaching him a lesson,” Mewtwo said. Neesha nodded, as if this kind of thing happened often. Well, I guess she’s gotten used to surprises.

“Hey! Now I have Mewtwo’s powers!” Giovanni tried mustering something. It didn’t work.

“No. I have my powers. You have yourself,” Mewtwo bragged. Giovanni groaned in emotional agony.

“I wanna die!” Giovanni moaned. Neesha drank her milk and got a milk mustache.

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do!”

“Shut up you!” Neesha yelled at her dad. Giovanni cowered, feeling no power at all. “Give him back his body, Mewtwo.”

“No!” Mewtwo said, Giovanni shivering in Mewtwo’s body.

“How do you stay warm in here? You have like . . . barely any fur at all,” Giovanni complained.

“I use my psychic powers to warm myself or cool myself, loser,” Mewtwo giggled. That was new. Mewtwo giggled in Giovanni’s body. Neesha’s eyes got big. (Neesha: O.O) Since they switched bodies, their voices were also like the body they were in.

Then hell broke loose. Carmen came into the dining area, where everyone was and smiled at Giovanni. She walked to him and kissed him. Mewtwo wiped his tongue off with his hand, desperately. Giovanni slapped his forehead, knowing that Carmen thought Giovanni was Giovanni, and Mewtwo was Mewtwo. Mewtwo decided to play along.

“Good morning darling,” Mewtwo said to Carmen and hugged her. Giovanni’s jaw dropped, but he was okay with it, since he knew Mewtwo wouldn’t switch back any time soon.

“That’s so sweet of you!” Carmen said, kissing Mewtwo again. Mewtwo was grossed out again, but did nothing. Mewtwo sat down at the table, drinking Giovanni’s coffee. He never had coffee before. But he found it to be very good, and very, VERY hot. Mewtwo swallowed it anyway. His insides burned like mad, so he used his psychic energy to make it cold. Giovanni sat on the floor, picking fuzzies off the ground in boredom. Carmen sat down with Mewtwo and held his hand. Mewtwo hated it.

“So, what are we doing today? You said you’d take me out today,” Carmen reminded. Mewtwo gulped.

“I did?”

“Of course you did!” Carmen smiled. Giovanni buried his face in his hands. Carmen looked at Giovanni.

“What’s wrong with Mewtwo?” Carmen asked. Mewtwo sighed.

“He’s just a little depressed,” Mewtwo said. Giovanni groaned out loud.

“I want to die!” Giovanni cried.

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“So what do you want to do?” Mewtwo asked, driving Giovanni’s car. Giovanni and Neesha stayed home of course. It was a Giovanni/Carmen date. But Mewtwo was Giovanni. So technically, it was a Mewtwo/Carmen date. Mewtwo did not approve of this. But he was teaching Giovanni a lesson still.

“You take me somewhere! Surprise me!” Carmen said sadistically. Mewtwo bit his tongue. Inside, he kept saying, “Shit, shit, shit!” Outside, he kept saying, “I love you!” Carmen found it weird, but she didn’t question it.

“Where do you wanna go?” Mewtwo asked, smiling at her, in an odd way. Carmen smiled back.

“I told you! Take me anywhere!”

“Well . . . where do you want to go?” Mewtwo asked. Carmen slapped her forehead. Everyone did. (See the last chapter. I don’t feel like explaining “everyone” anymore)

“I want to go where you want to go!” Carmen said. . . or rather . . . yelled. Mewtwo smiled evilly.

“Okay.”

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Giovanni began to worry. Mewtwo and Carmen had been gone for five hours. Giovanni was certain Mewtwo would bail 30 minutes in. But no, it wasn’t looking good. Neesha tried to cheer him up, even though she kept forgetting that Mewtwo was her dad.

“It’s okay little one,” Neesha patted her dad on the head. Giovanni sat like Mewtwo, having a fit.

“I’m not little,” Giovanni sighed. “And I want to know what Mewtwo is doing with my wife!” Giovanni crossed his arms, still pouting. Neesha hugged him.

“It’s okay,” Neesha said, smiling.

“No it’s not okay!” Giovanni yelled.

“I know it’s okay,” Neesha said, a bit eerie.

“What?” Giovanni asked.

“Sabrina taught me how to be psychic,” Neesha said. Giovanni’s jaw dropped.

“When was this?!” Giovanni suddenly became interested in Neesha.

“Not too long ago. When you dragged me with you to a gym leader meeting, Sabrina and I met each other in the bathroom and she said to come by and learn, because she knew I’d be as good at it as her,” Neesha said.

“Isn’t it genetic though?!” Giovanni asked, knowing that he was very talented in that area.

“No,” Neesha shook her head. “Sabrina said you just have to have a really open mind. She said there was something about me that could learn it just as she did. But she was five when she started, so she’ll always be better at it than me. She also said that psychic Pokemon are really drawn to me,” Neesha bragged. Giovanni wondered if Neesha would use that to her advantage in a bad way. He didn’t want to think about it too much.

“What did she teach you?” Giovanni asked Neesha. Neesha sat down on a plush chair.

“She taught me a lot of telekinesis, and mind reading . . . a bit of future reading, not like I need it though . . .,” Neesha stopped herself. Oops.

“Why don’t you need future reading? That would be awesome!” Giovanni said. Neesha froze. She didn’t want to tell her father about the crest power. He’d use it to HIS advantage, which would mean trouble.

“I dunno. I think it’s more interesting when you don’t know what will happen,” Neesha said and smiled at her dad. He gave her a confused look.

“Whatever. Just don’t be searching through my thoughts please,” He joked. “And try not to picture me naked, like Mewtwo.”

(Sorry Cosmic Mewtwo. I doubt you’re reading this, but still. I had to use that. It’s classic.)

“I did not need to know that.”

“Hey! If you’re psychic, then what are Mewtwo and Carmen up to?” Giovanni asked.

“Mewtwo took her to the Cave of Origin, because Carmen said she wanted to do something you wanted to do, saying that to Mewtwo. So Mewtwo is doing something HE wants to do!” Neesha explained, then realizing what she had just said. Giovanni screamed.

“I hate you all!” Giovanni randomly yelled. Neesha giggled.

“You need new friends,” Neesha laughed. Giovanni was sarcastically shocked.

“I NEED NEW FRIENDS?! As if! At least I don’t hang around Poke trainer dweebs that sit around and masturbate all day!” Giovanni made his point, talking about Ash, Misty, Brock, and Tracey. Neesha hadn’t spoken with them in quite a while, considering she had a lot of crazy things happen at home.

“They don’t- they aren’t dweebs!” Neesha defended them, realizing a statement she WAS going to make wasn’t true.

“Oh yeah? Well I don’t look at a random stick or Pokemon or porno without sketching it!” Giovanni poked fun at Tracey. He did his pussy-man accent, “Oh look! A naked woman! I think I’ll sketch it!” Neesha crossed her arms. “Oh look! A Weedle! I want it now!” Giovanni made fun of Ash and pretended to throw a pokeball. Giovanni put his voice into falsetto, “I love Ash and raped him twice but I’m too afraid to tell him that I lust for his penis!” Giovanni mocked Misty. Neesha winced. That was a good one. “I love all the pretty girls. I LOVE ALL GIRLS! And after I’m done doing them all, I’m going to move onto the men!” Giovanni made fun of Brock.

“DAD! WHY DO YOU HAVE A STICK UP YOUR ASS?!” Neesha screamed.

“Lance lodged it up there after he took my place in the League, sweetie,” Giovanni yelled at her, “And then he stole my wife!”

“Move on, buttface!” Neesha laughed.

“Tampon sucker!” “Darth Vader ass kisser!”

“Fucktard!”

“At least I’m not fucking twenty people!”

“Bitch!”

“Stupit.”

“Loser.”

“Nincompoop.”

“Pants licker!”

“UNORIGINAL! YOU GOT THAT FROM THE TOASTER STROODLE COMMERCIAL!”

“Like you could do better!”

“Boy scout!” Neesha giggled.

“DIE! BARBIE!”

“Thank you! I am a Barbie girl! In a Barbie world!” Neesha sang to Aqua.

“Barbie fucker!”

“I bet you were!”

“Go to your room!” Giovanni demanded. Neesha stuck out her tongue.

“Okay,” She scurried off.

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Giotwo, as he was now called, sat there, waiting for something interesting to happen. He watched Tanaka and Oikawa fight for the remote, he watched Arukenymon and Mummymon’s jealously spark for their master’s new affection, Giotwo. The clone sat on the floor, watching everything. It made him wonder why life was what it was. He read the minds of everyone to find out what they thought the meaning of life was. Mummymon and Arukenymon were convinced it was to serve Oikawa. They had little respect for Tanaka, and the only respect they had for him was ordered by Oikawa. The clone had been told that he was to obey Oikawa, just as Arukenymon and Mummymon were. The clone found it odd. Who did Oikawa answer to? He read Oikawa’s mind and found that he didn’t answer to anyone except himself and Tanaka, on occasion. Tanaka answered to himself. The clone wondered why he couldn’t answer to himself too. Why not, he though. He was more powerful than they were. The clone wondered if it was because he needed to be contained or without order, he would make mistakes. His order was in Oikawa. But Oikawa only cared about pleasing himself. The clone stood up and walked to Oikawa.

Oikawa stopped fighting with Tanaka and looked up at his creation. The clone sensed fear in Oikawa again. Why?

“Why do you fear me?” The clone asked. Tanaka looked at Oikawa, wondering what happened.

“I don’t fear you,” Oikawa stood up. He lied. Oikawa lied to him. Why was this?

“Yes you do,” the clone said in mono tone. Oikawa took a few steps back, going for the dart gun in a truck behind where he was sitting. The clone knew this was what he was going for, and was prepared for it. Oikawa quickened to it and stuffed a dart into it, aiming slowly at the clone. He shot at him, Giotwo teleported out of the way. Way out of the way. He went to Giovanni’s house, sensing that he was in the house, not seeing him though.

Looking for something to remember, he looked at the fire place mantle, seeing that there were pictures on it. He walked up to it, seeing that he was in most of them. Or . . . no . . . it was Giovanni. The other him. He picked one of the pictures up, seeing that there was him and a girl with him. She was beautiful, brunette, slender, big hazel eyes, both of them were formally dressed. The clone liked the girl’s smile. He was smiling faintly too. The clone touched his face, wondering if there was a difference at all in Giovanni and his complexions. He set the picture down, looking at another one. It was of a small boy and two older people. None of the people were recognizable, until he realized the young boy was Giovanni . . . . him. He read the picture, using his psychic ability, and found out that they two people were his parents. Tanaka Ukio and Alicia Rocket. Tanaka switched his name to Rocket. Alicia was killed. And there were two people ripped out of the picture. Giovanni’s brothers. The clone had not noticed it right away. There were pieces ripped away from the picture. He read who the people looked like and who they were. Oikawa Ukio, not taking his mother’s last name, and Angel, who was a vampire. Oikawa hated his brother. Angel did not respect either of his brothers. Oikawa abused Angel for the short time that Angel lived with them. Alicia had adopted Angel, but Angel chose his own way of living after he was 12.

(A/N: Sorry. I really don’t know much about Angel. I’ve seen very few Buffy’s so don’t throw sharp things at me. It’s okay if you throw money though. bats eyes innocently)

The clone softened his opinion for the man that shared his identity. Giovanni had a purpose. Unlike himself. Giovanni had a real family and a real life. Giotwo had been made for selfish reasons. The clone chose not to fight his twin. He felt the need to have purpose. Maybe he’d ask his twin. He turned around, sensing someone’s presence. It was that pretty girl in the picture.

“Mewtwo? You’re back? Where’s Carmen? My dad was worried sick about you!” Neesha exclaimed, walking towards him. The clone did nothing. He did not understand. So he read her mind. It was confusing at first.

Something in her mind was fuzzy. It was scrambled around. Mewtwo had possessed Giovanni’s body, and had given his own body to Giovanni. Mewtwo, being in Giovanni’s body took Giovanni’s fiance out. Giovanni was worried. Neesha had been yelled at. Something was hidden in her mind. But the clone found it of no relevance. And now that he looked like Giovanni, Neesha thought Mewtwo was back from his trip. Her name was Neesha? It was Neesha. And Mewtwo was not human. He was a clone. How did this all come to be? Information flooded his mind, so he stood there, taking it all. Neesha approached him and took his hands into hers.

“You seem a bit flustered. Is something wrong?” Neesha asked. The clone looked into her eyes, very coldly.

“I am not Mewtwo. I am your father’s clone,” He said quickly. The girl was his twin’s daughter. Wow.

“What?! No, get back!” Neesha walked backwards, stumbling and falling. She crawled away, him continuing to approach her.

“I will not hurt you. You have meaning,” the clone said, picking her up with his power and sat her down on the big, leather coach. He sat down as well, making himself comfortable.

“I must ask you something, human. What is my purpose? My master gave me a purpose and I did not like it,” the clone said very up front.

“Well . . . can I ask what your master told you . . . so I don’t tell you the same thing?” Neesha asked.

“He told me I was to destroy your father. But he, unlike I, has a better purpose. I do not believe destroying is a perfect purpose,” the clone said. Neesha nodded.

“It isn’t a good purpose. But I’m not sure what I should tell you is a better purpose. Perhaps . . . saving cats by getting them down from trees . . . tutoring kids? I don’t know,” Neesha pondered.

“What is your purpose?” the clone asked, intrigued by this human. He was not interested in Oikawa and Tanaka because all they had in their heads was anger. This human did not have so much anger. In fact, she had barely any at all. He looked at her body, finding it very attractive, her reminding him of something, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Her thighs were so perfect. They looked soft, yet strong enough to wrap around his body and take control. But he did not know why he was thinking of her body. He never thought of anyone else’s body structure. And her breasts . . . just the right size . . . her waist with the right curves . . .

“Well . . . my purpose is to make my father happy . . . I think,” Neesha reasoned with herself, finding that the clone was a little occupied with something else. “Hey! Are you awake in there?” Neesha waved her hand in front of his face. He snapped out of his trance. He felt his body taking control. It never did that before. He could always control every action, but something inside made him . . . lust for something more. And it wasn’t so much purpose anymore.

“Your purpose is to make someone happy?” the clone asked, trying to get his mind off of her.

“I think so . . . I’m not sure. No one ever told me what my purpose was,” Neesha said. The clone looked down at himself. Neesha looked too. She blushed a little. He read her mind, trying to find out what happened. Neesha noticed his boner. She scratched her ear, trying to think of something to say.

“Is my purpose to make someone happy?” the clone asked. Neesha smiled.

“Maybe. I don’t know,” she said. The clone became confused.

“What is your father’s purpose?” He asked. Neesha thought.

“He takes care of Team Rocket and the Guild,” Neesha concluded. The clone needed her now. He became numb.

“Since I am your father, could you make me happy?” the clone asked.

“Sure. What can I do for you?”

“I’m not sure. How do you make him happy?” The clone concluded that since he was the exact replica of Giovanni, he would have no differences in taste, personality, and appearance.

“Um . . . well . . . sometimes he yells at me . . . or hits me . . . or uses me to please himself . . . of course, it’s to relieve his stress. He has good reason,” She said, wondering if she was defending her father or if she said this all because she wanted to.

“I feel . . . like I need to touch you,” the clone said . . . almost feeling the first of his emotions . . . lust, embarrassment, and passion. Neesha nodded.

“Go ahead.”

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Giovanni walked into the living room, hearing heavy breathing but not seeing anything. Then, he saw Mewtwo, in his body, sit up from the coach. His own face looked at him in surprise.

The clone saw Giovanni behind Mewtwo’s body. He felt panic because of being caught doing something, whatever it was he was doing to Giovanni’s daughter. He didn’t know what he was doing but it felt so right. The clone got off of her, she sat up as well, only to see her father, looking very shocked. The clone quickly collected himself, adjusting his clothing. Neesha did the same with hers.

“MEWTWO?!?!?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Giovanni screamed, outraged. The clone confronted him.

“I am not Mewtwo. I am your clone,” Giotwo said, shaky from his encounter. Giovanni turned away from his clone.

“What did he do to you, sweetie?” Giovanni ran to his daughter. Neesha had been sobbing a bit. The clone read her mind, seeing that they were tears of sadness, but he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting her.

“He did what you always do to me! So don’t be a hypocrite!” Neesha screamed, crying harder. Giovanni slapped her.

“I’ve tried to stop, Neesha! I care about you!” Giovanni yelled.

The clone read his mind. He did care, but not enough to stop. The clone knew every bit of pain he put her through, scraped away a bit of her heart each time. Sooner or later, it would be gone. The clone realized what he had done. He ran to Neesha’s feet and held her there.

“I am so sorry. I see my purpose, to go out and live life, doing what I can. So please forgive me,” the clone asked her. Neesha became surprised that it hit him so soon.

“Not in my body, you won’t,” Giovanni pulled out a gun and shot him in the head. He fell limp to the floor. Giovanni hugged Neesha.

“For a second there, I thought you did it with Mewtwo.”

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Mewtwo was sick of hearing Carmen complain about walking up the peeks inside the Cave of Origin. So he took her back to Giovanni’s house. She was a bit miffed, after all, Mewtwo had told her she was a weak human, her giving what she thought was her husband, a very odd look.

“Well that was interesting,” Carmen said, seeing “Mewtwo” and Neesha playing Battleship on the living room floor. The real Mewtwo switched back into his own body, giving Giovanni his own body.

“Your life is hell,” Mewtwo said to Giovanni secretly. Giovanni laughed a little, Carmen jabbing him in the ribs for being a jerk for laughing at her, even when he wasn’t. Mewtwo stood up, in his own body at last, patted Neesha on the head and walked to the window.

“Your family has arrived,” Mewtwo said. “They want their clone back.” Giovanni ran to the window, seeing that Tanaka and Oikawa were storming into the house. Giovanni pushed Carmen toward the area of the house with everyone’s rooms.

“Hide! Now!” Giovanni yelled. Carmen ran into Tasha’s old room. Mewtwo looked at Giovanni, still reading his mind more.

“Why did you hide the clone in the garbage?” Mewtwo asked, not able to find out in Giovanni’s mind.

“That’s were all the dead bodies go.”

Neesha cowered. Giovanni held her.

“Go hide,” he said gently. Neesha shook her head.

“No. I want to be here with you,” she said. Giovanni accepted it. Tanaka and Oikawa walked in, angrily.

“Where is he?” Tanaka demanded, pointing a sig saucer at Giovanni. Giovanni put his hands up.

“I killed him,” Giovanni said blandly. Tanaka ran to Giovanni and thrashed the gun into Giovanni’s face. Giovanni fell back onto the floor, not getting up. Neesha ran to her father and picked his head up, him looking into her eyes, shaken by the blow. He bled from his left cheek. It was hard to tell where exactly, since the cut was so big. Tanaka ignored Neesha’s presence and picked his son up by his collar. Giovanni looked into his eyes, showing every bit of sorrow he had gone through.

(Flashback)

“MOM KILLED HERSELF! HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO DO SOMETHING SHE COULDN’T?” Giovanni yelled.

“I CAN AND I WILL!” Tanaka yelled. Oikawa sat there, watching them fight.

“I HATE YOU! HOW CAN YOU EXPECT TEAM ROCKET IF YOU’RE THE ONE THAT TORE IT DOWN?!” Giovanni yelled back.

“She wouldn’t have all these problems if she just did what I told her to!” Tanaka grabbed the deed and ripped it up.

“That will do you no good, dumb ass,” Giovanni said, already in command of every Rocket operative in history. Tanaka struck Giovanni’s left cheek with his ring on his right hand, that showed he was second in command of Team Rocket, before his wife died, that he had beat her for. She loved Tanaka too much to get rid of him.

“I hope you have fun being the Boss. Because if you ever get sick of a bunch of unorganized fuckheads running around, let me know,” Tanaka spat in his son’s face. Giovanni wiped it off with his sleeve as Tanaka turned around and walked with Oikawa, out of his life for 15 years. Giovanni walked into his office. He felt older than 15. He felt like the whole world was at his finger tips now. He liked it. Too much. He pressed the intercom button.

“Yes Mada- clears throat Yes Boss?” the secretary had to get used to it.

“Bring me a bottle of vodka,” He demanded.

“Sir, I have to input concern,” the secretary tried to sound sympathetic.

“Never mind that,” Giovanni said.

“But sir, you’re under aged,” the secretary winced.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” Giovanni said laughed coldly.

Everyday was a new discovery that he shouldn’t have been allowed to make. Killing, sex, drugs, alcohol, and torture. He loved it. It made him feel powerful.

Giovanni spun his revolver to load it. He smirked at an employee that had disobeyed him.

“Any regrets?” Giovanni joked.

“Joining Team Rocket,” the Rocket said. Giovanni gave the executive a devilish smile.

“Damn straight.” Giovanni shot the agent that had worked for him for many years. She had been faithful to him for so long, it made Giovanni almost sad. Almost. Giovanni sipped a martini. He sat back in his chair as two executives carried out the dead traitor. A different Rocket bowed to him and came to his desk.

“Yes?” Giovanni asked, fiddling with his gun.

“Agent Miyamoto had a daughter. What should we do with her?” The man asked. Giovanni yawned.

“Who’s the father?” Giovanni asked, making sure not to make that mistake again. Last time he had terminated an agent, a child had been forced upon him, because the girl had no father.

“We’re not sure. Miyamoto never said,” the rocket said. Giovanni fidgeted.

“Damn it. I’m not babysitting anyone else! Give her to . . . just . . . um . . .,” Giovanni thought about it. Miyamoto was a top agent, even if she betrayed Team Rocket. No doubt her daughter would be any different.

“Put her in Rocket training. Find someone to adopt her. Anyone. Within Team Rocket, anyway. Kapeesh?” Giovanni told the man, suavely.

“Oh. . . oh! Oh! More! Harder! Please!” Giovanni thrust his first lover, loving her cries of passion. At a sudden, he stopped, looking into her eyes.

“How was that?” He asked her. She smiled at him.

“Perfect.” He smiled back at her. The door slammed open.

“Boss, Articuno has- A A A A AH!” The Rocket grunt screamed and ran down the hallway. Giovanni quickly got his clothes on, leaving the blonde girl alone, scrambling to cover her naked body with the silk sheets. Giovanni ran down the hall after his servant. He caught up with him. The grunt bowed to him.

“I’m so sorry, sir . . . master . . . Boss,” he pleaded. Giovanni kicked the man in the mouth and turned around.

“Knock next time,” Giovanni said, walking back to his lover.

Giovanni grabbed a dirty needle, injecting a soupy liquid into himself, waiting for it to take over him, causing his senses to be meaningless. After a few seconds, it did. He felt relieved of everything. His latest girlfriend, smoked a cigarette, waiting for her turn next. She smiled at Giovanni, him being off in lala land. He fell off his chair, his girlfriend breaking out into a drunken laughter. He tried to stand, realizing it was hopeless. He laid on the floor, his girlfriend, stumbling onto him, kissed him. He tried to kiss her back but he was too dazed.

“Let’s go have crazy, hot, passionate sex,” Giovanni said, almost unable to speak. His girlfriend laughed, pretending to be turned on. She injected herself with the same drug. She laughs continuously until she takes her last breath.

The next morning, Giovanni stands up, heading pounding harder than ever. Had he been drunk? Stoned? What? He forgot everything. He saw his girlfriend laying on the floor, not breathing. He knelt down at her side, feeling her wrists, looking for a pulse, just in case. She was dead. Drug overdose maybe. Then again, it could’ve been rough sex that killed her. He was feeling extremely soar. And she had bruises all along her arms, definitely from drugs. She was a little bloody, in random places of her body. What happened? Giovanni couldn’t remember. He wondered if he had raped her after she died from an overdose. He could’ve done anything. It was all a blur. He ran to the phone, calling a doctor, knowing she was dead.

(End of flash back)

“I’m going to kill you, myself,” Tanaka threatened.

“Go for it,” Giovanni said. Neesha shivered at the sound of her father saying that. Tanaka pulled his fist back and punched his son in the nose. Tanaka broke it, shoving the bone into his skull, almost killing him. Giovanni fell to the floor. Neesha stood up in Tanaka’s face.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!? He’s your son! ! ! How can you be so heartless?!” She screamed. Oikawa came from behind her and hand cuffed her. She tried to resist, underestimating Oikawa’s strength. Oikawa pressed her tendon near her neck and she fell to the ground, subdued for the moment. Giovanni rolled over on his stomach, trying to escape the pain in anyway.

“Someone help me,” Giovanni pleaded quietly, making little sense. He had never called for help in his life. He used his hands to lift himself a little. Only to have his father come back and kick him in his right side of his body. A rib snapped. Everyone heard it. Neesha winced. Tanaka and Oikawa became pleased at Giovanni’s torture. Giovanni cried out again. Giovanni felt no gun in his coat. He remembered as Mewtwo, he shot the clone with it and put the gun away, and since Mewtwo was in his body, Mewtwo needed no gun, so he didn’t have it. Carmen started running toward Oikawa with a strange, long pipe. She attempted to strike him with it, but Oikawa dodged her, grabbing the back of her neck and forcing her to the floor. Oikawa got on top of her and cuffed her as well. Carmen tried to kick him from behind, but it was no good.

Mewtwo stood there, not getting involved. He didn’t know if he should. Giovanni, in a sense, deserved this. He brought pain to Mewtwo, so why should Mewtwo help? But Mewtwo wanted to. Why did he want to? It made no sense. Mewtwo turned to look at Giovanni bleeding face, starring up at him. Giovanni mouthed the words “help me”, sadly, coldly, desperately. Mewtwo felt so compelled to. Was it a false force telling him to? Suddenly, Mew appear, dancing around. Neesha had contacted her through telekinesis. Mew got up in Mewtwo’s face, annoying Mewtwo. Mewtwo brushed her away. Mewtwo spoke to Mew in his head.

“Should we leave him?” Mewtwo asked. Mew blinked.

“You know what will happen if we do,” Mew said, a very soft, cute voice. Usually she would speak in Poke language, but ever since she began talking with Neesha, she enjoyed it.

“I guess. But I don’t feel good about helping my rival,” Mewtwo said, miffed.

“Sometimes it’s more than pride, Mewtwo. Sometimes it’s fate,” Mew said, very convincing. Mewtwo nodded. He spread his arms, black psychic energy forming in them. He picked Giovanni up, healing his body once again. Giovanni felt lighter, seeing that he had lifted off the ground. He looked at Mewtwo, seeing that he was in charge now. Mewtwo formed into Giovanni again, but this time, sharing his power with him. Mewtwo finally bonded with Giovanni. (“Show Me How To Live” by Audioslave plays! WOOT! Audioslave!)

“You gave me life, Giovanni. Now show me how to live,” Mewtwo said. Giovanni nodded. He picked up Oikawa, throwing him at Tanaka. They both flew into the wall, shocked. Carmen got up, trying to get free of the cuffs. Giovanni shattered them on Carmen and Neesha.

“Run,” Giovanni said, Mewtwo’s voice also layered over his. Carmen and Neesha did run. Giovanni looked back over at his remaining family. Mew danced. Giovanni psychically grabbed Oikawa and pulled him forward.

“You ruined me,” Oikawa spoke quietly. Giovanni smiled devilishly, just as Mewtwo would.

“No. You ruined yourself. You chose to follow our idiotic father. You must pay that penalty,” Giovanni put him down, almost gently. Almost. He grabbed Tanaka.

“Why did you marry her?” Giovanni asked.

“Marry who?” Tanaka asked, frightened.

“Mom.”

“I loved her,” Tanaka reasoned.

“As if,” Giovanni said throwing him up into the ceiling, breaking a few tiles, Tanaka falling back down onto the floor. Giovanni picked him up again.

“Why did you use Neesha?” Giovanni asked, giving his father a death glare.

“She was the closest one to you. She did anything you wanted her to. It was so easy,” Tanaka admitted.

“What exactly did you do to her?” Giovanni asked, still not knowing. He felt the back of his neck. “What did you do to me?”

“Dark spores. Mind control. It failed for the both of you. It worked for everyone else we tried it on,” Tanaka said. Giovanni kicked him.

“Who else did you “try” it on?” Giovanni asked, furious.

“Ken Ichijoji, now the digimon emperor, some other little kids,” Tanaka admitted. “Ken worked best. He had a dark past. He missed his brother. We did it to Sam too. But he became too suspicious of us. He was the first to deny our control. So we killed him. Ken watched,” Tanaka said. Oikawa sat up, rubbing his arm.

“Has Ken been against me?” Giovanni asked.

“Not yet. We had been planning to turn him against you. But he was still too young, too knew to the Guild,” Tanaka figured telling his son all this was okay, since he was on his final death wish.

“What else should I know?” Giovanni asked. Tanaka sighed and looked at Oikawa.

“I killed your mother,” Tanaka said evilly. Giovanni’s eye widened. He lost his sense of power. Mewtwo did not. He was still on his toes, even if Giovanni wasn’t.

“Why did you tell me she killed herself?” Giovanni gasped.

“It seemed easier if you didn’t know. She was planning to kill herself because she couldn’t handle Team Rocket. Neither of us could. I wanted the empire because I thought it could be easier without your mother getting in the way. But she gave it to you in the will she wrote. She knew I wanted you dead. So she gave it to you to make me mad. She saw you were very strong, as you are now. She loved you. I tried to kill you but she took the bullet for you. After that, I brainwashed you to think she killed herself, since you and Oikawa were the only ones to know I killed her. Oikawa did what I wanted but you wanted me put in prison for what I did to her. And look at where we are now,” Tanaka said. Giovanni was very shaken. Mewtwo still paid attention to his surroundings.

“I’m glad I don’t remember,” Giovanni asked, eyes still quite big, about to cry.

“She was just like you, I swear,” Tanaka said. Giovanni nodded.

“Get out. I never want to see your sorry ass or his sorry ass in or near my estate ever again,” Giovanni pointed toward the door. Tanaka and Oikawa got up and left. Mewtwo left Giovanni body. Mewtwo crossed his arms.

“You owe me,” Mewtwo smiled.

“What?” Giovanni asked, wondering what it was he wanted.

“I want to be your partner. You promised me that once. You failed once. This is the second time. You’d better not let me down,” Mewtwo walked toward the rooms.

“Which one is mine?” Mewtwo asked. Giovanni smiled.

“Any one that isn’t occupied,” Giovanni said, calmly. Finally, he could let out a sigh. Mewtwo just wanted a companion. That was it. Giovanni could certainly handle that. Mewtwo nodded and looked in a few, finding one that he found particularly nice. Neesha poked her head out of the garbage.

“Dad, there’s a dead guy in our garbage. I know this isn’t common for me to offer, but can I take it outside?” Neesha asked, looking down at the bag she was in. Giovanni rolled his eyes.

“My daughter to break out the comic relief. Who would’ve known?”

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Neesha sat in the gym, bored out of her mind. Mewtwo beat anyone who apposed.

“Dad, this isn’t fair! Someone needs to get into the League! You can’t keep beating people!” Neesha whined. Giovanni grimaced.

“Shut up. This is fun,” Giovanni stroked Persian, impatiently. Mewtwo sat next to Neesha on the floor. Neesha and him played rock, paper, scissor for the longest time. Mewtwo did not have the “protective” armor on, no duh.

“Let’s go trash someone’s 999,999,999 yen bike,” Mewtwo made fun of the script of Pokemon on Game Boy. Neesha nudged him.

“That was mean,” Neesha said. Lawrence played Zelda on his Game Boy.

“This is just creepy,” Lawrence said.

“I want a challenge,” Mewtwo poked at the marble floor pointlessly.

“A challenge?! Let’s play DDR!” Neesha exclaimed, joyfully.

“DDR? Is that some kind of parallel universe that you accidentally ran into, Neesha?” Giovanni asked sarcastically.

“No, father. It’s a video game. You know, the ones you think are possessed just because they hold in people you know . . . and they fail,” Neesha half joked. Giovanni fidgeted in his seat.

“Oh. So what does DDR do?” Giovanni asked.

“DDR is short for Dance Dance Revolution. It’s a game where you dance. It’s awesome,” Neesha told him. Lawrence nodded, not taking his eyes off the Game Boy.

“I want a better challenge than dancing! I can read your minds and learn how to dance! I can read the game’s mind and find out what happens!” Mewtwo exclaimed. Neesha put a bored look on her face again.

“I’m sorry Mewtwo, but I have a meeting tonight,” Giovanni stood up, adjusting his suit.

“Saturday!” Neesha exclaimed. Mewtwo knew. Lawrence yawned.

“I hate Zelda,” Lawrence chucked his Game Boy over the edge of the balcony. Mewtwo used his psychic energy to pick it up and give it back to Lawrence.

“You’re going to regret that in the future,” Mewtwo said, trying to scare people. Giovanni laughed along with Neesha. Lawrence just miffed. If you can miff. Can you? I dunno.

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“The Guild’s meeting has begun!” Giovanni announced. Everyone hushed.

“Can someone answer my question?! Why do cheap cartoons use monkeys for bad guys?! I mean, there’s Mojo Jojo from Powerpuff Girls, Draco from Kim Possible, and that one clowny monkey guy from Jackie Chan Adventures! ! ! What is up with that?!” Darth Vader asked.

“What about the apes from Planet of the Apes?” Dr. Robotnik asked.

“Those apes weren’t bad guys. They were just misunderstood. And that wasn’t a cheap cartoon,” Darth Vader said.

“I don’t know! Why can’t you see the faces of most of the bad guys?! How should I know? It’s the whole mystery thing! I had to suffer that!” Giovanni exclaimed, feeling more like he was at Evil Mastermind anonymous rather than at a meeting.

“Yeah! Why was your voice all dark and weird at the beginning of the series and then it went to normal?” Pegasus asked.

“It was a security thing. If a new Rocket team needs to be talked to directly, I have to use a voice warper. And after Jessie and James became more trustworthy, than I was able to talk to them in my normal voice,” Giovanni explained. Everyone nodded, even if they all didn’t understand.

“Hey, I have a question! Why is “O’ Malley” commonly a bad guy name?” Count Olaf asked.

“How the hell should I know?” Giovanni said. “Anyway, onto business! What’s the kill count for the Flood?” A random mutant person stood up, the Flood’s representative.

“Irgkle bremehita fop senz corple,” the Flood member said. Giovanni nodded, not understanding.

“Porkchop sandwiches!” Neesha exclaimed. Laughter.

“Hush up! What did he say?” Giovanni asked. A grunt stood up to translate.

“Hey said, “Kill count 2", sir,” the grunt said. Neesha came over to the grunt and hugged him.

“Gruntie!” Neesha exclaimed, giving it a cool nickname. The grunt tried to escape her hug.

“Um . . . could you tell him that’s disgraceful?” Giovanni asked the grunt. The grunt got loose of Neesha and faced the Flood guy.

“Ichieba. Contan supah vorten!” the grunt yelled at the Flood guy. The mutant Flood guy put the grunt’s head in his mouth and began sucking on him. Giovanni REALLY questioned the sanity of the villains from Halo.

“No! Gruntie!” Neesha screamed at the mutant. Giovanni buried his face in his hands. It was going to be a lo o o o o ong evening.

“Anyways, who has had success?” Giovanni asked. No one, except Piedmon, raised their hands.

“Besides Piedmon!” Giovanni yelled. Everyone stayed quiet. “Okay, now I’ll take excuses.” Giovanni was desperate.

“We got beat up!” Pex and Chips whined.

“Someone made me into a toad!” Snape also whined. (You can obviously see I don’t read Harry Potter.)

“The Death Star blew up!” Darth Vader complained.

“Batman ate my dog!” The Penguin yelled. Everyone gave him a funny look. “Oh wait, that was my mutant goffer than ate my dog. Never mind.”

“Ay que’ linda’,” Giovanni muttered. Neesha nudged her dad.

“Hey, you’re Italian, remember? Not Spanish,” Neesha said. Giovanni rolled his eyes.

“It’s the only foreign language the author knows yet. Thank God she’s taking Japanese this year. Why can’t her school provide Latin, dammit?! Oh well, I have to suffice with Spanish for now,” Giovanni sucked down a bit of vodka that he brought with him and hid in his coat. Neesha looked at him weird. What was he talking about? I just don’t know, Neesha. I mean, I know a lot of different languages! I’m just . . . not very fluent in any of them. Spanish being the most fluent in as a foreign language. And the fact that my grandma and grandpa talk in it all the time when they swear.

“Are you Spanish, Spectra?” Neesha asked me. I nod.

“Yeah. I just don’t look Spanish because my mommy was like . . . Welsh. Like . . . a bunch of stuff from Europe. God knows. That’s why I’m a little white girl. Neesha nods.

“That’s odd. I never would’ve known.”

“Shut up. You’re supposed to be interacting with people in my story. Not the author!”

“Oh sorry.”

“What was that all about?” Giovanni asks, not able to hear me when I don’t want him to. Teehee.

“Oh nothing, father.”

“I demand more funds!” Darth Vader stood up.

“Why? You have like . . . . most of it,” Giovanni said. Everyone agreed. Stupid Darth Vader.

“I want a donut!” One of the millions of O’ Malley’s yelled.

“Everyone shut up! We have to talk about business!” Lawrence III yelled. Everyone shut up.

“What business? We never have any business! All we do is bicker all the time!” Artemis Fowl the first exclaimed.

“Okay, okay. I admit that! But we have to keep order!” Giovanni said.

“What order?”

“Good point.”

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“Well that was interesting,” Neesha said, taking off her shoes, finally home. Her father left his shoes on as he walked to his room.

“I’m going to bed,” He said, stressed.

“Goodnight, dad!” Neesha smiled at him. He smiled back and went directly to bed. Neesha smirked and went into the living room. Mew danced around behind her.

“Mew mew!” Mew said happily.

“Damn straight, Mew,” Neesha said. Neesha grabbed her crest that she had tucked into her shirt not too long ago. She looked at it. “Let’s make daddy happy.”