LOSERS.

This fic is in memory of Teresa, a friend of mine who has recently been killed by a psychopathic maniac. She was walking in the street near our school when he murdered her with a knife, without any reason.

The fic you're about to reading is the result of pain and anger I feel inside, so it's not the happiest thing in the world. Adult themes and languages. Not recommended for little kids.

I use the dubbed name Melissa for Miyamoto.


As I sit here in my office I think about the past… yeah, the past. I'm supposed to be the boss of the strongest and most powerful criminal organisation in the world but I'm nothing more than a loser.

Yes, Giovanni, the boss of Team Rocket is a loser.

And a weak.

I think everybody in this stupid world is someway a loser. All people lose something in their life.

Some lose money, others lose friends… there's also who loses life.

I still remember when you worked here for my mother, Melissa. You were her best agent and she loved you so much that she wasn't able to run Team Rocket anymore after your death.

She loved you so much.

As a daughter, I'd say.

I loved you too, you knew it very well but you always refused me. Why? Did I frighten you?

I couldn't blame you Melissa. Everyone in Team Rocket was scared of me. And still is.

Well, you are one of the people who lost life.

See? Even you, my beautiful Melissa, my mother's best agent of ever are, in a way, a loser.

I stare emotionless at some pictures of you I secretly stole years ago. Your happy and smiling face, your beautiful deep blue eyes and your white skin made me fall in love with you.

But you hated me, didn't you? You always refused me. Why did you do such a terrible thing to me?

I still don't know why you were so scared of me. Every time I gazed into your eyes I could see something telling me to go away… to leave you alone.

So I waited. I waited until that moment came. No one knows about it, Melissa, just me and you.

What everyone believes is that an avalanche killed you. But that's not the truth.

I still can hear your voice when we were alone in that cabin in the Andes.

Everyone was gone out to look for mew but you.

"No forget it! I'm not going to be yours, no matter what I never will! You should accept reality Giovanni, you can't have everything you want only because you are the future leader of Team Rocket! You won't have me!"

And that's when you pissed me off. You could have made things easier by saying me yes.

By accepting to be mine.

You knew very well I couldn't accept a no as an answer.

You knew very well I used to destroy everything I couldn't have.

"Kind of a mental obsession" the doctors said to my mother. I couldn't have you, so I destroyed you.

"Please Gio, leave me alone! What… what are you going to do with that knife? You are kidding aren't you? Giovanni? Are you crazy?"

Your trembling and frightened voice, sometimes seems to me so real I look around to see if you are really standing behind me. But that's only my imagination.

I killed you because I loved you. I've always have and I always will.

But don't worry, my love, no one will ever find out about it.

Because I'm going to be a loser as well as you.

First, I lost my mind for you; then I lost you, my sweet love; now I will lose my life.

I simply pick up that knife. The same knife that killed you many years ago.

I watched an happy picture of you as my blood slowly covers it.

See? Everybody is someway a loser.