AN: Written for shits and grins. Rated T for my potty mouth. Lots and lots of gay material (that's all I seem to be able to write) and not meant to be taken too seriously. Nothing too serious, so read for the sheer joy of it. Thank you, readers!
Summary: Cyrus, after having his plans dismantled by a kid, travels to Kanto seeking employment at Silph Co. Before long, they find out about the red chain and advertise it as their own-drawing every villain within 10,000 miles to the company. Luckily, Team Rocket has just re-banded after a three year dormancy, and Aqua and Magma are ready to destroy Hoenn.
Hardenshipping. Absolutecontrolshipping. Megashipping. Gayness galore.
Prologue-Back in Business
"I am going to Saffron City," Cyrus had told his commanders. "To seek employment at Silph Company. I am hoping that there I will discover a new technology, one that will allow me to again summon the beasts of time and space..."
They had been sad to see him off. The commanders of Team Galactic adored their boss, and all that he did to achieve a goal. Persistent, certainly. Emotionless? None of them really cared. And so, in their leader's absence, Team Galactic became dormant, in waiting. And Cyrus made a journey to the region of Kanto.
In Saffron City, he rented an apartment wit the meager sum he had brought with him. Cyrus was not a wealthy man, but planned on staying in this city for the time being. It was dark when he finally arrived in, and lights blinked and burned on the sides of the streets. He did not have much to unpack-all he had brought with him was a suitcase and his pokemon. There was, however, a radio in the apartment, and after he got in bed he switched it on, closing his eyes to listen.
"This is the radio tower!
This is the radio tower!
We are pleased to declare Team Rocket's revival. Giovanni? Can you hear us? We have finally made it!"
The person on the other end carried on, but Cyrus turned it off. Was this radio in Kanto? If so, it sucked. Besides, who cared about Team Rocket? Certainly not the Galactic Boss. They had nothing to do with his final goal, and thus were insignificant.
Meanwhile, at his secret base in Tohjo Falls, someone was listening. The dark man smiled at the transmission, laughed, even.
It was time. After three years, it was time.
Giovanni left the cave and walked out past the sound of roaring water, Honchcrow in hand.
The next morning, Cyrus found himself in front of a desk in Silph Co.'s office building. He had cleaned up nicely, he supposed; or at least he hoped he looked okay in this black suit and blue tie.
"May I help you?" asked the attendant. Small. Pretty. Not that he took any notice.
"I am here seeking employment," he said.
Her eyes seemed to light up. "Oh. For the position! Of course, wait over there." She pointed to a chair near the wall as she whipped out a headset and put it on. She spoke into the speaker, but Cyrus didn't hear-he just went over to stand by the wall, briefcase in hand. His icy blue eyes landed on a piece of contemplative art hanging on the wall. Interesting, he decided, but worthless.
"Um," the woman said after a couple of minutes, prompting him to turn his head toward her. "You can...sit...if you want to."
"Thank you," he replied, "I am fine with standing." No matter that his final plan was to destroy the world and make a new one; he should still be polite in the meantime.
Soon enough, three men walked up, dressed spiffily in polos. One-seemingly the youngest, offered his hand with a wry smile. They shook.
"Hi," he said. "You looking for an interview?"
"Yes," he said.
"Alright," the man said, grinning and patting his shoulder. Cyrus frowned, slightly, at the motion of affection. "Right this way. We'll have to use the stairs; the elevator's broken."
About thirty minutes later, Cyrus was sitting across from the three men at a hard oak table. At the beginning of the interview, they'd been skeptical-perhaps, wondering who exactly Cyrus thought he was, with hands clasped in front of them. Now, though, they were like little schoolboys, fidgeting with the gadgets Cyrus had made.
A hi-tech translation device, a couple of communication devices, and a non-working replica of the red chain. He wondered briefly to himself why he had brought the third item, but figured that it would be necessary in securing the position he desired.
"And what did you say this does?" asked the man on the right, running the red gems through his fingers.
"That is merely a replica," Cyrus said, "But a working model is used to control pokemon without capture. I have found, and you will likely agree, that pokemon are more powerful when they have not yet been captured."
The three looked up simultaneously, then shared a glance. The one in the middle snatched up the chain.
"Gimmie that, Brandon," he muttered to him, then turning to Cyrus, he grinned and stuck out a hand. Cyrus took it.
Sirens were blaring from somewhere in Goldenrod. Police were after someone-someone who could not possibly be as bad as this man. Why were they wasting their time, Giovanni wondered? He was the one they should really be after.
It had just rained, and the Team Rocket boss was stalking toward the Radio Tower, wearing a black hat and a smile, down slick and shiny black streets.
He took his hat off as he reached the building. Ah. How quiet it seemed from the outside.
Time to go in. He pushed the doors open.
On the inside it was a lot louder. Two people were battling, one he recognized.
"This Radio Tower belongs to Team Rocket! There's no way you'll take it from us!" Yelled Archer, "Crobat, Wing Attack!"
The other battler looked a lot younger, maybe twelve. She wore a big white hat and had brown hair. Giovanni frowned, recalling his hatred for young trainers, and that kid, three years ago. He winced-that still smarted.
"Ampharos, Thunderbolt!" she cried.
Giovanni reacted quickly, cracking open a pokeball with a flash. He laughed as Rhyperior formed, and the lightening bolt bent away from Crobat.
The girl whipped around. "Huh?!"
Archer cried, "Giovanni!"
"Rhyperior," Giovanni said, flipping a hand up. "Why don't you show this Ampharos an Earthquake?"
Rhyperior cried and raised its arms to the ceiling. The ground shook, lights flickered overhead.
"Yes!" Archer shouted, as the girl sent back her Ampharos, teeth gritted in distress, "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Get out of here, girl!" Giovanni shouted, pointing towards the door, "This is Team Rocket property! We're back in bidness, boys!"
And so it was with the two evil bosses-one in Kanto, the other in Johto. Back in business, and shit was about to go down.