Warning: I do not own or claim to own Pokemon or any of the original characters from the show in any way shape or form. My own OC's are mine though, sorry.
Well, here's the start of my second story, hopefully much better written then the first. Enjoy and review please!
Even since I was little I was told the same story by my governess.
I was a mistake.
My father had been a promising man, trained and taught by the best there were out there. Silver Sakaki had been a genius, an entirely EVIL genius of a new level. His wife and my mother, Rachel Sakaki had been a rocket grunt turned commander that caught his eye by chance. The two together had the brains and brawn to change the world and bring Team Rocket into the next millennium and take over the world. My grandfather couldn't wait to turn over command to them, to watch his creation change and grow to what he knew would be more than he could ever imagine.
Then I was born.
I was never supposed to happen. My mother was supposed to be barren, never to have kids. So they didn't worry about it. They just assumed that one day they would adopt and that would be the end of the whole family situation. Until Rachel got pregnant, and when she became pregnant she became SOFT. She no longer had the heart to continue her job. She became completely focused on the life growing inside her. My father became attentive to her and only her. At her beck and call no matter where he was or what he was doing he would drop whatever it was and be at her side.
That did not go over well with Giovanni.
Giovanni's star pupil and his prodigy were fawning over the small life that hadn't even come into the world yet. The all-powerful leader of Team Rocket was powerless for once though. How could he tear the small family apart when it was the future of his greatest creation? So he waited, waited 9 long months for the birth of the next generation on Team Rocket to be born.
And I was born, and I was hated.
I wasn't what everyone expected. I was expected to be a strong baby, but I barely lived through my first night on earth. I was expected to have my families' dark features, yet instead of dark brown eyes and black hair I was born with bright red hair and green hazel eyes. I was expected to be menacing even as a baby, yet I was soft and gentle and cute. So they all frowned at me, before I could even understand what a frown meant or say my first word. For years the only love I received was from my parents.
And that was all I needed.