Chapter Four

Another Note


When she returned to the examination room, she had been surprised to see Ash waiting patiently for her. Dressed in the Team Rocket uniform, hat and all. "I thought I asked for you to be escorted down to the cafeteria once you were finished?" She asked with an arched eyebrow.

Ash opened his mouth to reply, but Fuji answered for him, "He wanted to wait for you, apparently he possess a stubborn side. Something you'll have to break."

Domino regarded the raven haired young man interestedly, being someone who hadn't had a proper meal in months, she would have expected him to be stuffing himself in the cafeteria long before now.

But instead he chose to wait for her.

Interesting.

"Come on then," He got up without a sound and followed after her. Her chat with Giovanni had left her mind turning, when she informed him of Ash's physical capabilities, Giovanni hadn't seemed disappointed in the least.

Apparently, since he was able to get the young man to join their organization without violence, or any threats, this had put him... In an eerily good mood. He had simply told her to have him ready to be taken to Viridian City, where he would be undergoing his training. And to continue to be nice to him, two simple requests.

Yes, keeping up her facade of smiling, and being nonjudgmental of Ash was a tasking job. She understood that in a way, he still had the mind of a child. He hadn't had an education, he hadn't been taught proper manners.

He tried though she noticed as they sat together at a table, he was concentrating terribly on the proper way to hold a knife and fork.

She watched him eat, a cup of coffee held in her hands, as he wiped his mouth with a napkin after almost every bite. How he was not using his hands, or just shoving down food was beyond her.

He was starved, but ate as if he was at a dinner party...

She took her pen and jotted something down, the action she realized drew his attention. But he made no mean as to ask about it.

She jotted another item down, and sipped her coffee.

Her clipboard housed her notes on the black haired young man. Behavior, habits, capabilities, recordings of what she noticed during his examination.

All of this would help her when it came down to his Training, it would allow her to shape him, change him from a junky thief, into an artist who excelled in breaking and entering. Who could vanish into the darkness with a snap of his fingers.

And if he was good enough, she'd teach him how to fight.

Yes, teaching him how to disable targets, and fight off a greater number of attackers in hand to hand combat would be a very useful skill.

Especially if they were going to be partners.

There were two reasons she knew of as to why this junky had been drafted into Team Rocket, as an Elite no less.

Giovanni had for whatever god forsaken reason decided it was time for her to get a partner. Why? She didn't know, she didn't want one. But that wasn't her call.

As for the second, Giovanni had... Year's ago, sent out a thief no less, to eliminate two targets and frame a third.

And those targets had been Ash and his parents. Nobody knew of the real reasoning behind all of this. Nobody except Giovanni that is.

He had, since the death of Delia and Jason Ketchum, kept a watchful eye over Ash as he slunk through the ghetto's, dealed crack, and wasted cash on alcohol.

And she knew now that Giovanni was playing this close to the line, if Ash some day found out about what really happened to his parents after he had completed his training, Giovanni's work would be undone.

Few knew that Ash was to be an Elite, which was to make his life harder during his Training.

The only ones who would know would be her, and a select few who she assigned to teach him basics. Such as reading and writing, she could see now that if he was to do well, he'd need at least the foundations of an education.

She'd make sure he was trained properly though, and on the off chance that she grew to like the kid, and he wasn't a bother than sure; she supposed a partner wouldn't be all that bad.

Her head tilted to the side, he cursed under his breath as a piece of his waffle refused to stay on his fork.

She certainly couldn't help but think, that if she beefed him up a bit, threw on some muscle, that he'd be fairly cute...

She clicked her pen and jotted down another note.


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