NEW CHANCES, NEW FAMILY & A NEW LIFE
A/N: Thank you for taking your time to look at this: I hope you may enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. Those who can find the original story where this one is based onto get virtual Soda. And a big thank you for: WizardGirl.
I also want to thank those who have been so kind as to review, follow or fav! Thank you I can't explain what it means to me!
I corrected the year in last chapter because I changed somethings from the original version I wrote years ago, on paper, but I accidentally didn't change last chapters year so this all takes place in 2008.
Chapter three: Congrats you just found…..a child!
Giovanni Silviero DiAngelo sat in his limousine with his loyal Persian by his side: they were driving through a not so well known part of Viridian forest. It was late at night or early in the morning: neither mattered the Italian as he looked out of his window lost in through while he looked at the trees, abstinently petting Persians head. Too much had happened in a short time: he had de-aged himself end July and woken up half August, he had spent the rest of August in the clinic and it was now 6 October. September had been an absolute chaos: between meetings and people gasping at the sight of the new/old him had been annoying, but nothing was more annoying than what was happening with his team…..
He was 27 years old again, 28 if you asked anyone, but he couldn't find a way out of the mess that Team Rocket had turned into in the last few years: the Team had gone to hell in the last 8 or 10 years and he didn't know where to start cleaning the mess up. He was mad the Team he had worked so hard for to make it shine and change the regions where now frowned upon! More so than Team Aqua or Magma had ever been and those where eco-terroristic teams! Those damn regional teams with those nefarious plans where gaining both ground and followers: while he was losing both! People were also starting to see TR in a dark light instead of neutral or good… he knew that everything his team did wasn't legal, but they weren't that bad: the end is what matters not? And let's not get him started on the rumors of some kind of gang in Johto that are calling themselves NeoRockets! The Viridian Gym leaders line of thought was stopped abruptly as the limo did so.
The Multibillionaire heard his chauffer open the driver's door and he rolled his eyes, thinking that there must be something wrong with the motor or a wheel. Then and there he decided that he wouldn't leave the limo. He was about to turn some music on when he heard a strange sound coming from outside: this made him curious and right there he opened his own door. Frowning at the sight of the driver's door open he walked to the limo's front with Persian at his heals. He wanted to groan when he saw Eric kneeling on dirty the road close, but at a respectful distance from some kind of huge Pokémon.
"Eric! What happened? Did you hit it?" Asked Giovanni voice filled with annoyance: that would be the last thing he needed at that moment!
"No, Sir! I didn't hit it Sir!" Answered the before lightly older man: now pretty much older man.
"What in Arceus name happened then?"
"Well Sir I had to stop because a young boy walked onto the road and fainted, as soon as I left the car this Pokémon stopped me from coming closer so I'm unable to help the child. And I'm currently trying to convince it to move." Explained Eric calmly while the Pokémon growled at him in a threatening way. Good luck with that one! Thought Giovanni rolling his eyes before he moved a little closer.
"So the kid is probably it's trainer and it's just protecting him." Stated our beloved team boss while he looked at the Pokémon trying to figure out what it was. His eyes widened comically as he realized that it was a huge Persian: the color was off so maybe a shiny and it was way bigger than his own, but he was sure that it was exactly that. It was way bigger than the normal Persian that was at 100cm tall even if his was 110cm, but this one looked to be related to an Arcanine by it massive paws Giovanni did his math and supposed that it would be 175cm or 180cm tall…so a small Arcanine.
"Maybe Sir." Said the Chauffer.
"Maybe?"
"From what I saw the boy seemed too young to be a licensed trainer."
"Too young?" Asked Giovanni surprised: if the kid wasn't a licensed trainer that had gotten lost he had nothing to do in this place of the forest and much less alone! Che diavolo!
"I would say the boy is no older than 9, I would guess him to be tall and 8 instead, but I didn't saw him for long." Said Eric while his employer started to think of a plan: it was late and even he could feel how cold it was getting... looking at Persian he got an idea.
"OK. Eric come here slowly and don't you dare to make any sudden move we don't want that Persian attacking you." Eric did as he was told slowly feeling more at ease: Giovanni had a plan and he never did things half away. As soon as Eric had reached him Giovanni pulled him up from the floor with ease and pointed toward the Persian: the Chauffer saw the same thing as his boss…. The Pokémons growling had turned down considerably and it had relaxed some even if it's tail still swished around with a disturbing speed. It wasn't ready to attack at any given moment anymore.
"Ok Persian, I need you to be a very good boy and listen to me carefully." At this the usual vain Pokémon gave his trainer a nod. "You need to convince that over grown Persian over there that we mean no harm to it or its trainer and that it could be very bad for the kid if it doesn't allow us to take it to the hospital."
After listening carefully to his trainer Persian carefully and slowly approached the other Pokémon, his movements weren't threatening: when Ariel saw the puny Persian coming his way he started to growl harder. While the two men only heard the growling Persian heard words.
"Stay away! Turn around and leave with those humans!" Ariel warned, but Persian could hear the worry in his voice and while he was small compared to this strange Persian: he could hear that this massive Persian was way younger than he was. (Imagine a teenager's voice for Ariel)
"We would do so if it was only you, but your trainer is hurt and ill…or so my whiskers tell me." Said the blue eyed Persian laying down a few feet away from where the green eyed one was crunched over a child: showing he meant no harm. Green met blue and resigned itself.
"That´s true…Rush got hurt and hasn't been himself these past days. Not since that bloody Fearrow attacked him!" Said Ariel growling softer.
"So he is hurt and you want to protect you're trainer right?" Asked Persian.
"Of course!" Stated Ariel almost offended. "But I'm not sure who is who's trainer here…." He added doing his best to make a joke.
"Good. And don't worry he is your trainer: even if it's your job to keep him out of trouble the best you can…..Arceus knows that I have been doing my best with mine since I was just a Meowth myself." Said Persian exasperated causing Ariel to chuckle. "So what's his name? And yours if you have one…?"
"Well I've been calling him Rush since he doesn't remember the one his Sire and Dam gave him. And I'm Ariel." Persian could tell that the younger one was starting to trust him and he could hear pride in his voice.
"Good Ariel: my trainer believes it would be best to take yours to a hospital: a Pokémon center for humans. If I promise that only my trainer and the healers will touch yours: do you agree?"
"I do." After Ariel confirmation the two of them stood up and looked toward Giovanni and Eric. The men seemed to get that Persian had been able to convince the other to let them help the boy: they both made their way toward the pokémons. "Who's yours?" Asked Ariel.
"The youngest one." Answered Persian not surprised to be asked so, Ariel just hummed eyes not leaving the two men.
Once both Eric and Giovanni where almost there Ariel moved aside so that GIOVANNI could pick Rush up, but instead it was Eric who kneeled to do so. This made Ariel growl in warning: hearing this Eric stood up and took a step back. This satisfied Ariel, who thought that the man wouldn't try again, so he stopped growling…As soon as he did so Eric tried again: making Ariel growl again.
It had turned into a vicious circle repeating itself again and again: Persian rolled his eyes and gave Giovanni a push in Rush direction. Humans can be soo slow at times…
Giovanni glared at Persian who glared back before looking toward Rush: it seemed to do what he intended because his trainer nodded and kneeled down beside the cub. Ariel nodded in approval instead of growling when the man looked at him.
Giovanni understood that it was him who had to take the boy so he carefully touched the boys skin and gasped when he realized that the child was burning up, sweating and trembling. The business man took his suit jacket off before carefully wrapping it around the sick child and picking the boy up. Once he had the boy secure in his hold he turned to Eric.
"Eric back in the car and to Victor's clinic: now." Ordered the Italian without a second thought, once he confirmed that both Persians followed him he went into the limo.
He sat down with the child in his lap and the then did his best to move the boy around as little as possible seeing his injuries. The huge Persian was laying on the floor with its flank against his (Giovanni's) leg and almost came up to his chest, while the Gym Leaders own Persian sat beside them: both Pokémon seemed to be offering them their body heat for the trembling child. I guess all Persian are mother hens… was all he could think before the long haired boy in his arms started to whimper: our 'savor' was unsure if it was due pain or something else.
"Shhh…little one no need to be afraid, you're save now. I promise that I won't let anything bad happen to you." Whispered Giovanni while he bruised the black hair out of the child's face... It seemed to have some kind of positive effect because as soon as Giovanni had said it the boy had stopped whimpering. Without being aware of doing so the man started to hum some song to the boy while he closed his own eyes.
Sometime later Giovanni couldn't help, but feel worried: the boy was still shivering and he was injured and they weren't anywhere close to the clinic yet. Rush grip one his leather satchel loosened and it fell to the ground without anyone taking notice as he curled closer to whoever was holding him for warmth in favor of grabbing onto Giovanni's vest. At this the dour man's face softened looking down at the boy while he changed his hold onto him carefully.
A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! Please leave a review. Thank guest SM!
What do you guys think about it:
Archer will be the owner of an aipom…gender, name?
Should Gio get together with someone at one point if so; who?Gender?Het or homosexual? Temporal or eventual marriage?
I will take your opinions seriously or as seriously as the story would allow: he might start a relationship that looks like permanent, but something might go wrong and he might end with someone else… so better give me two people and tell me why!
Yours truly: Cyanide4life.
