This is the first story I have ever written for fanfiction.net. Well, actually, I wrote this two years ago, but I decided to revise it, GREATLY. I really do hope you enjoy it. I know I enjoyed writing it... Chapter 1 isn't very exciting, I know, but trust me, it gets better... I NEED REVIEWS! So read away! (By the way, Pokemon doesn't belong to me, so don't sue me.)

Passion Versus Hate: Chapter 1- A Call From the Boss

It was a bright sunny afternoon in the city of Ecruteak. The sounds of pidgeys chirping, the breeze gently brushing together the branches of trees, an electric explosion could be heard in the background. Soon after the explosion, in the air were the figures of two people and a cat-like animal, zooming into the air like a fleet of rockets. In the air hung the words of the victims, screaming in agony and defeat, "Looks like Team Rocket's blasting off again!" On the ground below the three victims were three more people and a big yellow rat, which were the cause of the trios unexpected flight. There was a young male of about twelve with spiky black hair and determined black eyes, with a tint of boyishness shining in them. Standing next to him was the rat, whos cheeks were sparking with electricity. To the right of the rat, was a girl that seemed to be not much older than the black haired boy. Her hair was a fiery red, and her eyes were a mix of sea green and ocean blue. To the right of her was the eldest of the three, who seemed to be about sixteen years of age. His hair was a dark brown, and his eyes looked like little black slits. His skin was dark and tan, as if he had toiled long hours in the sun. They were staring after the trio that had, as they had said themselves, blasted off again. Not an ounce of sympathy shined in their eyes.
"Well, that takes care of Team Rocket!" said the black haired one, with the pep and vigor of a cheerleader on a caffeine high.
"You said it, Ash! They'll be sorry the ever messed with you and Pikachu!" said the fiery haired girl.
"Pika, pika!" said the rat.
Meanwhile...
"UGH!!! I HATE THOSE KIDS, AND THAT MISERABLE PIKACHU!" Said the female of the trio that had blasted off again earlier. She was draped over the branch of a tree, her clothes smoldered, and her red hair full of ashes. Her partner beside her with lilac hair and puppy-like green eyes, put his hand on the red haired woman's back and patted it gently. "Don't worry Jessie," he said, "We'll get them next time! You'll see!"
"Yeah, well, this fall got my colla' bowne broken in three places!" Said the cat-like figure, who was lying on the branch above. He had a very distinctive New York accent, and seemed to act rather smug. "I hate 'dem tweips! I'd like to see DEM blast off for once!"
"So would I!" Whined the lilac haired one. The one they called Jessie slammed the whiny lilac haired teen over the head with a mallet she seemed to pull out of nowhere. A moderate sized lump appeared on his head. "What did you do that for?" He said, his voice still pathetic.
"BECAUSE, JAMES, YOU WHINE TOO MUCH!" Screamed Jessie.
"I DO NOT!" said James.
"Ya' do too, now be quiet, the both a' yaz! I don't wanna be wakin' up somtin' dat'll knock us right outa dis tree!" said the cat creature.
"You don't tell me to be quiet Meowth, unless you want me to rearrange..." started Jessie, who was cut off immediately by the sound of a phone ringing. Jessie unhooked a small black cell phone from her belt, with a certain sense of dread. She pressed a button, and spoke into the receiver slowly.
"Um... hello, this is Jessie." she said, her voice quivering slightly. "Who is this?"
"Who do ya' think would call her, Jimmy?" said Meowth, whispering to James.
"I don't know, but I don't think I want to!" James said with a sense of uncertainty. The conversation was hard to decipher being on Jessie's end, since her words mostly consisted of shaky "Yes sir"s, "Of course, sir"s, and "Oh NO, sir"s. After about fifteen minutes, Jessie turned off the cell phone and latched it to her belt.
"Guys," she said, seriousness in her tone, "We've got to go see the Boss, pronto."
"How come? What did we do wrong this time?" James said, almost bursting into tears with worry.
"Is he gonna give us a raise?" asked Meowth, doubtfully.
"No, you furry moron. Why would he give us a raise?" Said Jessie, with a hint of disdain. "Anyway, he said he needs to see us as soon as possible, about a new assignment." Jessie said, the worry and uncertainty clear in her pure blue eyes. "I wonder what the assignment is..."
"What I'm wondering now is how we're going to get out of this tree!" said James. It was then that they realized that they were out of luck if they wanted to reach the boss any time before the day passed.

Miraculously, Jessie and James made it to the office of the boss before the hour of twelve on the next day. In doing so, they had been driven out of the tree by a flock of angry fearows, pickpocketed enough for a train fare, rode into Saffron city, stole a car, crashed the car, and had to battle their way through 15 security guards. (Talk about a rough day). They had signed in at the receptionist's office, and were sitting in the metal chairs of the magazine-cluttered waiting room. They felt as if they were about to walk the Green Mile a thousand times over. James was shaking as if he were being thrown by the wind, and Jessie was trying to hold him into his seat. Meowth was on James's lap, also shaking. After what seemed to them like forever and a day, the receptionist called their names, and they entered the realm of the bosses' office.

Sitting in a velvet chair with a cigar in his hand was a middle-aged man, probably about in his mid fifties. Laying next to him was a panther-like cat, with cream colored fur and a blood red jewel in the middle of its forehead. It snarled slightly at the trio entering the room, who were already petrified as it is. They stood in front of the man, shaking, until he spoke,
"Sit down, you fools. I have a lot to say and very little time to say it." the grave voice of the Boss boomed throughout the room like a tremendous earthquake. The three immediately sat on the three equally expensive chairs that faced the Boss.
"Now," he continued, "It seems as if Team Rocket has a new threat on our hands. There is a group forming in the heart of Lavender Town, that calls itself, "The Federation". We've gotten a bit of trouble from them in the past, but never anything like this..." the Boss said, his tone serious and firm.
"What did they do?" Asked Meowth, cautiously.
"They've captured a very valuable Electric Pokemon somehow, and are now cloning it and using it and the clones for energy. We're not sure exactly what it is, but if we do not stop them, they'll have enough energy to destroy the Team Rocket compound along with all of the members and pokemon in it! This is a very dangerous assignment. However, since I need many members to complete this task, and I'm running low due to the Operation D.S.C. Therefore, you will have to help complete this mission."
"Wait a second... I've never heard of the Federation before. How could they be a threat to us?" asked James.
"They've been keeping themselves quiet, while they snatch up members with secret campaigns and through word of mouth. It is believe that they have 25% more members now then even the illustrious Team Rocket! This may be because Team Rocket members have been coming to their side... they promise great things, but it's LIES!!! ALL LIES!!!" With that comment, he stood up angrily and slammed his fist onto the desk. The trio in front of him jumped three feet, as well as the panther look-alike to his left. The Boss sighed, and then sat down again. "I know I'm not telling you much, but you will find out more when the time comes." the Boss continued. "From now until the completion of this mission, I want you to suspend any other missions that you may be working on. I will send messages to you to let you know what you need to do and when. In the meantime, you will be able to stay at the Team Rocket compound until I am in need of your services. Oh, and just one more thing. DON'T SCREW THIS UP." With an anguished look on his face, the Boss dismissed the trio. He massaged the temples of his head with his fingers, and wondered what he got himself into this time. He couldn't even imagine what horrors and disappointments awaited him.

Little did he realize that it would be the most horrific and dastardly mission that anyone could have ever assigned.

That's the end of Chapter 1. More soon, I promise!
~Nevi