Giovanni's Revenge

By: SilverstartheWaterbender

Silverstar: Chapter 1 is all ready to go! Oh, BEEP's are not speech in the story. They're just censors.

Everyone here liked The Outcasts, right? Well, one of my trusted reviewers, Medabot freak, has written a pretty good Mewtwo Returns story, entitled Trust Isn't Always Earned, You Can Just Get It. It has plenty of bits for Harry Potter fans, too. You should at least read it! Please?

Wolfen-Ways: Correct me if I'm wrong: Trisha has brown hair, emerald eyes, wears a pink dress, and owns a Growlithe, Mightyena, Marill, Pichu, and Gardevoir. Right? Thanks for reviewing!

ReTerra2cool: Thanks for reviewing!

Medabot Freak: You jumped out of a fifth story window!? Hmmm…maybe Mewtwo will have to go save you now. Lucky…oh, by "dry," I meant sort of boring and uninteresting. Get well soon! Thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Lazula.

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Chapter One: He's Back

Several days later and hundreds of miles away, on route 110 in the region of Hoenn, nature abounded, and wild Pokemon frolicked happily. It was just like something from a Hallmark greeting card. (1) Thirteen-year-old Lazula Hamilton, however, was not focused on the overwhelming cuteness of the area. She was instead glaring at her fourteen-year-old cousin, Sora. "WHAT THE BEEP DO YOU MEAN 'WE"RE LOST?!'"

Sora covered his ears. "Don't need to yell, cuz. I told you, I—"

"I THINK THIS IS A PERFECT TIME TO YELL! WE"VE BEEN WANDERING IN CIRCLES FOR TWO BEEP DAYS! I WILL NOT MISS THIS CONTEST!"

Lazula's partner, Flaaffy, walked over to them. "Hey, cool it, you guys," she said. "Can't you just use the Pokenav?"

"Oh, yeah." Lazula fished the yellow device from her shoulder bag. She turned it on and was met by an angry whirring.

"What the hell?" Sora asked, and leaned in to read the screen.

"Out of batteries. Please recharge and try again."

Lazula stared at the Pokenav for another few seconds, followed by her second-worst barrage of really inappropriate language. (2) When she had sufficiently expressed her hatred for her own faulty memory, she took several deep breaths and turned back to Flaaffy.

"No, I don't have a Pokenav."

"Geez, woman, you really gotta watch that mouth of yours," Sora commented.

"Is it my fault if the Crystal Pointers call me all those words?" (3)

"It is if you say them."

"How bout we just ask for directions?" Flaaffy suggested mildly. The two humans agreed, and they abruptly headed towards a relaxing Plusle to ask for directions.

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As it turns out, the only place Plusle knew how to get to was Slateport City. So, reluctantly, the three trudged back to town. After a quick Pokenav recharge at the Pokemon Center, Lazula snagged a table at an outdoor café for lunch. Sora's Pokemon, being large and hard to keep track of, had been returned to their Pokeballs after eating. But Lazula's Pokemon – Flaaffy, Growlithe, Treecko, and Marill – were still out eating.

Lazula turned to Sora. "Hey, Sora?'

"Hm?" Sora paused in the act of bringing his slice of pizza close to his face.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"Don't worry about it. I really should have known how to get to Mauville. It's okay."

"No, it's not. It's just…" Lazula took a deep breath before continuing. "Today is the anniversary of…when we fought Giovanni. When Mewtwo saved my life…"

Flaaffy looked up. "Don't you mean when you saved his life?"

Lazula made a face. "He saved my life after that." Flaaffy nodded and went back to eating, while Treecko and Marill exchanged confused glances. Growlithe looked at Lazula questionably. She nodded, and Growlithe began to tell the two about the adventures of a year ago.

Sora pointed to the group. "Is that smart?"

Lazula shrugged. "They gotta learn sometime."

"Of course they do."

Lazula jumped and turned around. A muscular young man was walking towards them. Lazula grinned. "Hey, Matthew! We were just talking about you!"

"I heard," Matthew answered. With a flourish, he pulled out a purple rose from behind his back. "I understand that humans give each other gifts on special occasions. Happy anniversary, Lazula."

"And may there be many more!" Lazula replied, taking the flower. "It's beautiful! Thanks, Matthew!" She winced. "But...I had no idea what to get you."

Matthew smiled. "Lazula, all I wanted was for you to remember."

"In the words of the immortal Charles Dickens: 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'(4)How could I ever forget?"

Suddenly, they were rudely interrupted by a loud coughing. Lazula turned and saw a middle-aged man reading a newspaper. She stood and walked over to him. "Excuse me, sir," she said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," the man answered. "Just trying not to laugh at this garbage." He showed her the front page – a well-dressed, stoic looking man in his late thirties. A Persian was at his side.

Lazula stared in terror, but quickly composed herself. "Isn't that one of the Kanto Gym Leaders?"

"Yeah, that's Giovanni. Apparently, they're stripping him of his title and Gym."

"How come?"

The man looked around. "He went crazy."

Lazula blinked. "Crazy?"

"Yeah. You see, about a week ago, him and about ten of his buddies went up to Mt. Queyna – that's in Johto – for a day trip. He got struck by lightning! Amazingly, he lived, but he was muttering crazy talk after that." The man leaned in closer. "He was saying stuff like, 'I'll get you this time!' and, 'Your little girlfriend won't save you now!' Lots of maniacal laughter."

"Lazula took a deep breath. "Any idea who these comments were directed at?"

"I dunno. Something about a Mew." The man checked his watch. "Well, I gotta get moving. Oh, nice win the other day. You've got a fan in me!"

Lazula nodded weakly and walked back to her table. Sora was gaping like a Magikarp, and the Pokemon were wide-eyed and silent. But no one was in worse shape than Matthew. He was leaning over, his shaking hands clutching the table for support. He was deathly pale, and sweat poured down his face.

He slowly straightened and turned to Lazula. "He's back," he murmured. That was all Lazula heard before she was claimed by her own shock and fear.

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(1) Which I don't own.

(2) Her worst being when she first heard of Giovanni.

(3) That'll be the name I'll use for the townspeople from hell.

(4) I don't own that either.

Silverstar: Giovanni just ruined a nice moment between Lazula and Mewtwo! HE MUST DIE! (grabs a bazooka) I'll be back in a minute. R&R!