Chapter 6: Typhlosive Pair

This ship was still somewhere in the middle of the sea gliding through the calm waters. In the bathroom I switched on the shower faucet to warm up the water. The shower, being next to the giant tub, was magnificent in size with slots for soaps and bottles that were already provided and even a ledge for people to sit on.

After the hot water created enough steam to fog up the mirrors, I was done showering; Celsius was sitting up on the bed looking groggy. I opened the glass door letting steam engulf the space around the bathroom.

"I finally get to wash in a large clean shower," I began relieved, "How was your sleep?"

I was wrapping myself with a towel when I noticed that all of the scars I got from bullet wounds these past few months were gone! That's astonishing! How the hell did they just vanish- was it…the aura? After I examined the areas where the scars were supposed to be I looked at Celsius who was gazing at me.

"Oh- oh, yeah I finally slept well," she snapped.

I kept scanning myself when I heard Celsius talking to herself too softly for me to hear. "I can't wait until you grow older, Master."

"What was that?"

"Oh uh, I said I cannot wait until… we throw them over. Yeah, I can't wait until we throw these Mafia bastards over board.

"I know me neither, but I have to gain their trust before we do anything. So we can't just attack while we're on a yacht."

The clothes that I have worn for the past year and a half were back on.

(POV)

"I still don't believe that he used aura before." M-4 told Livius in this meeting at the Don's office.

"Yes when Garand and I watched that very shoot out he survived, I saw a very large amount of aura within his body, he couldn't have gunned down all those men perfectly without it. If it wasn't for that power he would've died living with Juggernaut, trust me," Livius answered calmly.

"Are you absolutely sure he has aura? I thought that kind of thing is rare?"

"Quit questioning my nephew, M-4! Just because you're turning twelve soon doesn't mean your balls haven't dropped enough to question him like you're doing this very moment!" yelled The Don keeping his hands clasped together below his face giving him a serious demeanor, "He wouldn't be tauros shitting us like that when it comes to looking through a kid's past. My nephew is one of the few people in the world that possesses aura so he is never wrong." True, Livius is right about everything all the time.

"Speaking of 'looking through a kid's past', I couldn't penetrate Jonathan's thoughts or memories. It seems that a mental aura block is preventing me from looking, but he is not controlling it. As a matter of fact from the readings I'm getting in his aura, he does not know how to control it at all. That mental block is involuntary," I spoke using enough power for everyone in this room to hear.

"I'm getting even more excited about Jonathan the more you find out about him. His powers would be beyond perfect for our organization." Garand didn't even care about the fact that Jonathan's mind can't be read. Normally if recruits' memories are a threat to the Mafia, the Don orders M-60 to execute that person.

"But sir, since Livius can't scan his mind it might not be safe to have Jonathan in our team. He could possibly be planning something," My master pleaded. It seems that my master is actually jealous, heh. He can care less if Jonathan will jeopardize this organization.

"But he might be one of the best assassins we will ever have on the roster, M-4," Garand argued, "He can learn the powers of aura. The Don will have to decide."

The Don had his chair turned away from everyone present. He gazed out the view he had with his panoramic window wrapping around this whole office that sat on top deck with the pool behind us giving him a prefect front row view of the ocean as he thought. "Of course, besides the best way for us to really see his true strength is for him to survive our main test." The Don spun his chair around, "M-4, go find Jonathan and explain to him what he must do in order to become an assassin of Mafia 14 now that he's with us," The Don ordered.

My master replied with loyalty and we left The Don's Quarters.

We walked around the pool and down the stairs leading to the second deck. "That's some crazy ass tauros shit! I'm getting sick and tired of this aura crap! Listen Jewel, When we find Jonathan I want you to scan his memories again. He can't try anything against me, got it?" Master demanded.

"I understand Master."

(POV)

Celsius and I were walking down the hallway where our suite was searching for a place to get food when we stumbled across Jose. He looked like he was in a hurry.

"Oh shit, found your ass, Jonathan; I've been all over this bitch looking for you."

"What do you m-" I was shocked to see that he has one of the hardest-to-find pokémon in Hoenn standing next to him! The pink furred pokémon that was on all fours with a ruby jewel imbedded in her forehead began wagging her dual pronged tails. "Espeon, a female, where did you ever find her!" Her height came up slightly higher than Jose's own waist, average size, but damn I never knew espeon would be so big in person.

"Oh yeah, her name is Jewel, my most trusted beast. I found her as an eevee in the wild by accident. You know what; where in the hell did you ever find a torchik? They're hard as hell to find, and you can't get one until you're ten."

"Yeah my dad knew a torchik breeder that worked for the Hoenn league, so he gave me Celsius," I smiled knowing he has a good knowledge on pokémon. "Do all of you assassins have pokémon?"

"Some, too many pussy assassins can't handle pokémon, but Jewel has stuck by me." Jose's pupils began dilating just like last night. "Are you fucking serious, you couldn't find a thing?" he asked Jewel. It looked like Jewel was speaking to him psychically.

"Find what Jose?" I asked curious to what he was talking about.

"Nothing and call me M-4 not Jose. Call every assassin by their gun name. Anyways The Don wanted me to explain to you what is going to happen to you once we get to the mansion, so here's the microwave version. When we get to the mansion, you have at least two days to get situated because for you to join Mafia 14-"

"Wait; fully explain to me why in the hell does the Don like to use kids as assassins instead of adults? That seems stupid."

"Actually it aint kids, teenagers-"

"What about you? You're not a teenager," I questioned leaning against a wall followed by him at the opposite wall.

"It's a long story, but to answer the first question, his idea ain't stupid because he finds teenagers without a life to live for and teaches them all sorts of kick ass shit. Anyways, you gotta fight other teenagers that are just like you, and we need twenty people to do that, and you're the twentieth find. The other nineteen have proven that they can kick some ass just like you. So sorry, but you have like two days to get comfortable before the fights. There are five rounds. Here's the fucked up part, if you lose the first two rounds you can't join Mafia 14, and-"

I was too deep in the thought about fighting teenagers that I didn't hear the last few words he said. "How old are these guys, and how do you expect me to fight older kids that are as good as I am?" Fighting vicious teenagers!

"Don't worry about it because you handled a bunch of adults at the docks a few nights ago, right, and if you want to stay in the 'kick ass mansion', you gotta fight and kick ass. Anyways all the fights will be watched by The Don, Garand, Livius, and the Mafia 14 Assassins including myself. The fights can become too much for you so stay on your feet because we will start throwing weapons in to the arena if we feel like it. I don't want to see you bitch and cry.

"Dialga Palkia, this sounds retarded! I have to fight other kids that are just like me but older? What about pokémon?"

"Naw, all pokémon owned by these guys will stay with the audience, your combusken will be up there watching as well. Okay so if you do win the fights I will explain everything else because I can tell you're still like 'what the fuck'; and I mean everything."

I looked down at Celsius who also had that "what the fuck" face, but I'm up for this, I really don't have a choice. "As long as we don't have to kill each other I don't have a problem." I'm not looking forward to fighting older kids, but I have fought a couple adults and I injured most of them. Besides, I don't enjoy beating the crap out of innocent people. It looks as if these guys were forced into this fight.

"Well I did say the fights can become beasty."

"So you and M-60 are the best of the Mafia 14 right now, but you guys aren't even over thirteen yet and you say you find teenagers to join Mafia 14?"

"That's what the Don say's, and like I said, the way M-60 and I came here is a long story. There's like only nine Mafia 14 members right now, so there are 20 kids ready to fight and only one of them will join us as number ten. Besides, M-60 is almost thirteen"

As M-4 finished up I saw Livius walking down the hallway we were all in towards us. "Hey Livius, you still didn't answer my question. So why are we chosen to have this power of aura?" I called out facing him.

He walked over to me. "Ah, you want to know why we were selected. I was selected because it's in my blood. Believe it or not but my great, great, great, great grandfather was an aura guardian who was stationed somewhere in Alto Mare," he explained, "My family hasn't seen any other male with aura until I came in. As for you, maybe it's the same reason, who knows. We're just a rare breed of humans to put it simply." Once he finished he continued walking down the hallway getting to his destination.

"There he goes with that aura crap again,"M-4 spoke once he rounded the corner.

An intercom on the yacht speakers sounded and the captain of the ship announced that we have docked at Slateport Harbor. M-4 led Celsius and I to the Don, Livius, M-60, and Garand. After the greetings they gave me, all of us exited the yacht and there was a long black limo awaiting us down on the concrete pier. Everyone else got in while Celsius and I got in last, I didn't want to be rude hence it would cause me bad attention. Inside was darkened by the limo tint windows but the floor was lit by streams of neon lights running down the walkway. The lights would fade to a different color as time went by.

"So how do you like all of this so far Jonathan?" The Don asked, "You still seem mad about something. How are you feeling?" The limo began accelerating out of the docks.

"I'm fine. I always look like this." Get used to it and blame it on Juggernaut for getting me depressed. "I don't even know if I deserve this luxury," I blankly said. I really don't care about any of the luxurious treatment right now.

"Cheer up Jonathan. What's bothering you?" the Don worried.

"Nothing, I'm fine." The only thing I'm happy about is finally getting to the Mafia.

I kept gazing out the window the entire ride. We were heading north by north west for all I know. We turned off the main roads into a small street leading into a forest. The forest only grew thicker as we drove down this road for fifteen minutes and once in a while "Private Property" signs would pop up. We slowed in front of a gate guarded by four guards all wearing black with strapped rifles. They let us go, knowing it was their own leader that wanted in. It was just one road that connected the gate to the Mansion which was five more minutes to reach after entering the gate, and it was located deep in the forest of Northwestern Slateport forty-five minutes away from the main city.

"We're finally here Jon. Try to get used to the new luxury if it's too much for you," M-60 commented.

Celsius and I got out of the limo to find an extremely large triple floored mansion in front of us. Looking around, the whole complex was blocked out by a brick wall lining up the land and road that led to the exit. I looked back at the mansion to find lots of patios and large decorated windows in the front which stretched around three-hundred feet going left to right. So the front side of the house was probably four-hundred to six-hundred feet long. The walls were made of brickstone painted light red, grey cobble stone, and the regular bricks. The entrance had cobble stoned stairs that led up to the double doors. Above the steps was a domed glass roof being supported by carved pillars. Everyone got inside except M-60 who was right behind waiting for us to walk inside.

"Come on, damn, you're holding up the line!" He yelled.

Celsius stepped in followed by me. In the middle of the space in front of us was a fountain that stretched all the way up to the second floor with points and barbs lining the fountain spraying water to the pool and a gigantic golden purple tinted chandelier hung overhead. Two sets of stairs curved out giving an entrance to the second level that cut hallway through the stairway giving entrance to the third level. Behind me, way above was the third level hallway that protruded out of the wall on looking the first. There were more rooms and hallways in all directions. Did I forget to mention that the flooring was white shimmering marble like ice and the walls had well decorated pillars supporting the roof above me with several large, priceless paintings?

"Ok, follow me. I'll show you two to your new room," a feminine voice offered.

I snapped out of my trance and looked around the room to find only Celsius, M-60, and I standing up. "Did you say that M-60?"

"Since when in the fuck did I sound like a girl. Never had a psychic talk to you before?"

As a matter of fact I have, so that's why it sounds like a normal, real voice. I looked around some more to find Jewel sitting directly in front of me. Her tails were waving as she smiled at me.

"I said that," she began without moving her mouth at all but still sounding real, "Now if you would follow me to your room please."

Without warning Celsius growled, "Back off bitch!"

"Celsius what the hell! Show some respect, she's harmless," I chided.

Celsius had slightly calmed down but still gave her a dirty look. "Damn it, sorry, I've just been feeling a little off for the past few hours," she apologized to Jewel and I but still with a mad look. Damn, did the scenery do that to her?

"Okay continuing to your rooms..." The pink pokémon led us to the third level and walked us down a long hallway going to the back of the mansion until we stopped at the ninth door.

I opened it to see that it looked a lot like the room in the yacht. If a guest room looks like this then what do the other bedrooms look like?

"Like it? I can sense it," Jewel spoke.

"Arceus damn, just like the yacht but bigger!"

I turned around about to see what Celsius thought of this but instead I saw Jewel's pink ears perk up to full alertness. She pointed her nose in the air and I saw it twitch. "What is that odd scent?" She trailed her nose around us then finally lowered her head to Celsius legs. What the? She then stuck her nose deeper within the feathers right between her legs in her crotch area!

"What the fuck, Jewel?" Celsius snapped pushing Jewel away with her claws.

"That's not a heat scent…"

"She can't be in heat," I spoke a little uneasy from Jewel's nosiness, literally.

"Ah I see, you've been touching yourself," Jewel spoke almost sounding blunt.

"What the- That's pretty private don't you think!" Celsius yelled covering her crotch while blushing really hard.

"Oh relax; at least you don't have to worry about any males around here. Never been in the wild huh?"

"N…not really?"

"Pokémon sniff each other's 'areas' all the time in the wild if they've done what you've done recently," she smiled.

"Touching your self…?" I asked Celsius who only looked at me.

"Oh and I suggest giving Celsius a bath before continuing on with my tour. Can't have her smelling pungent neither, you're surrounded by top class now," Jewel casually said as she left the room while keeping an eye on Celsius the whole time who stared daggers back.

After she left I closed the door behind me. "Uh, so what did she mean by you were touching yourself? What does that mean?"

Once she heard me asked that she breathed out a huge sigh of relief. "Arceus, I'm so glad you don't know what that means. I don't know either so let's just forget about it," she blushed.

I gave her an odd look. "Ookay…"

"Do I really need to take a bath?"

"Normally I would give you a bath every two years, but it's about to be two years so it doesn't even matter."

"Awe damn it," She sighed.

"Wait a sec." I looked over Celsius before I remembered that evolved female pokémon must use a paw scrub in order for them to handle their chest by them selves; some kind of rule every trainer uses not only a sign of respect but society wants it that way. Great I need to find one. "Stay here I'll be right back." I left our room and luckily found M-4 down the hallway with Jewel. "Hey do you have a paw scrub I can borrow? You know those scrubs with a handle so pokémon can slip it over there paw and scrub them selves."

"No I do not."

"What, but you should at least have one? Your Espeon is a final form and she already grew breasts, just like most other ground female pokémon do." Jewel's cheeks were shaded slightly red after my comment.

"Uh okay, it's not like I fucking stare, squeeze, or suck them. Dialga, the hell you come from, freak. Who cares if your pokémon has boobs it's not like she's human so one's gonna get wet or pitch a tent." What… the hell did he mean by his last statement? He began walking off with Jewel by his side while I cursed at him from his ignorant remark. "I'm just joking, don't take it seriously," he smiled before continuing off. Jewel shook her head in what looked like embarrassment.

Disappointed I walked back to my room. M-4 doesn't know shit about pokémon. Females are sensitive in that area as much as humans are from what I've researched on. I walked inside and heard running water. The room was almost built like the same design as the one in the yacht. Celsius had turned on the faucet to hot already preparing the large bath tub.

"What are you looking for, Master?"

"I need to find a paw scrub, but M-4 didn't have one, so-"

"It's okay… I don't need one if you can't find one."

"What, but now you have… you know."

"It's fine… I really don't mind," she said timidly which still made me want to object.

With that Celsius turned off the faucet once the tub was half full and climbed in. She backed up against the slanted wall of the tub as the water went up to her neck. I looked around for some shampoo but all I saw was shampoo for people. Fortunately there was some underneath the sink, even a bottle for feathered pokémon which was the one I selected. Celsius dunked her head under water; she dreadfully hated that, and then came back up blinking hard trying to get the water out of her eyes. I poured the shampoo on my hands, and began to scrub her scalp and neck as the soap suds were turning gray. I began moving down her body until I reached her chest.

"It's okay," she spoke, signaling me to go ahead.

I looked at them for a brief second before looking away. They're not that big compared to other women. I knew it wouldn't be until senior year or when I turned ten that I would learn about the subject in school during Sex Ed and why they're such a big deal; well I'm not in school anymore... All I know is from movies, guys like them and women like it when they are touched by someone that they trust, and they hate it when they are touched by someone they don't trust, which is something I think I'll never get. And I guess since most female pokémon can develop breasts, they have that function too.

This is why I must be absolutely careful around Celsius's breasts to not offend her, but I got so caught in my train of thought that I didn't realize what was going on. My hands were in the place where I didn't want them to be. My fingers were meshed in the feathers directly around her…nipples… and both of them, judging from the small pink region with the small nubs sticking out! Crap I shouldn't look there. I thought I was hurting her because she had a hand over her mouth to smother what sounded like cries! I jerked my arms back as she looked aggravated.

"Are you okay! I'm so sorry if I just hurt you just now."

She removed her hand to reveal a smile and a little drool at the sides of her mouth. "You didn't hurt me at all…" She was enjoying it!

Odd…guess she trusts me hehe. I began to finish up with the rest of her body trying to leave that image directly behind me. It almost reminds me of Gardevoir's but much smaller and covered in red feathers, but that didn't put off the still attracting picture-whoa what the fuck! Oh Arceus, that's sick, Gardevoir is one thing since she looks human but a combusken!

A minute later she dunked her body into the water, which was dark gray by now. I made sure to get every spot, except between her legs, and then I drained the tub. By now I put away everything awkward that happened in the tub as hard as it was. I dried my arms off while Celsius climbed out of the tub.

"See that wasn't so bad right? Wow, you look incredible." Her feathers were so soft now; her colors were brighter since all of the dirt got scrubbed off. She also smelled a lot better. I should do this more often. It was like looking at a clearer, brighter image of Celsius.

"I guess it wasn't so bad after all. I just wished you had kept going," she said whispering the last part.

"I should just bathe you more often probably."

After I dried her off her fur literally shimmered in any light making her stand out. We walked out of our room to find Jewel near by.

"You look much better now Celsius. Shall we continue the tour?" Jewel mentioned. I nodded than began following her around the mansion. After about an hour of sight seeing, gasping, and observing, we were on our way back to the third level. Damn, there are even acres of property around this mansion that contained more buildings and what looked like a few miles of forest. "I see that you know a lot about pokémon; a lot more than my master."

"Yeah, I would always research on all sorts of species, legends, and myths."

"You're very smart for someone your age. Teach M-4 a few lessons for me will you," she spoke mentally then smiled.

"Oh I think I will."

"Yeah, he can be down right stupid sometimes. I mean he can't even communicate right. M-60 and Master always curse. It kinda makes M-4 sound…slow. Sometimes I'll actually shut his lips together using psychic for a whole day." she giggled while I kept silent but nodded. "You should smile sometime. There really is no point in keeping a straight face now."

"What's the point, there's no reason to smile neither." I said. "I mean yeah I was shocked by what's around here but that can only last."

"Please, don't be depressed all of the time. It may not look like it but M-4 used to be like you, now he's changed drastically. If you ever need to talk, you can talk to me. Out of the group, I'm the most stable. That goes for you too Celsius, you can talk to me also. M-4 can be rash and stupid at times while M-60 is worse." I looked at Jewel for a few seconds before she spoke again. "You two might feel out of place the entire time you're here, so if you do need to talk I'll be available most of the time." With that she left.

I walked in the room and I was preparing for another shower. I saw Celsius proceed to the bathroom right behind me where she kept trotting over to the room where the toilet was. She closed the door behind her also turning the fan on. Hmm, I think there actually might be something wrong with her system.

Two days after I arrived, it was evening and tonight is the night I prove that I can become an assassin. Celsius and I walked through a quiet hallway underground that led to where I needed to be. My heart was pumping, my palms were sweating, Arceus damn I was so nervous from this event! It felt like I wasn't even walking straight from my legs trembling. Walking directly under the first floor the hallway branched off perpendicular to two different corridors. One part of it is just like the hallway I came from: luxurious and full of paintings and fine carpet. The other however: eerie and cold from nothing but concrete like it was never completed during construction. There wasn't even any lighting down there. From where M-4 told me to go, I must head towards the concrete section. Metal double doors were down the hall. We were walking down the cold gray route going through the doors when we ended up at another set of double doors down the hall that was now illuminated by florescent lighting fixtures. These doors were also metal, and I could hear loud activity from the other side, almost sounded like an arena. From behind me I heard voices past the door we came from.

"Hurry up looking ass. I don't wanna miss this."

"Shut the hell up…"

I recognized the joking laughter of the flippant pair. The taunts were getting louder until they finally got through the door. Both of the assassins weren't wearing trench coats this time. Instead they both just had on white tank tops while M-60 wore Blue baggy jeans and M-4 wore red denim jeans. They noticed me standing in front of the doors.

"Ready for the fight Jonathan? Ready to kick ass," M-60 commented.

"Well hope you guys enjoy the fight," I said sarcastically trying my best to hide my fears.

"Good luck out there and try not to get hurt," Jewel said. Celsius glared at her once she said that.

"Yeah, be beasty!" M-4 added with energy.

Before I pushed the steel door open I pulled an important item out of my pocket and began wrapping it around my left thigh.

"What is that?" M-60 asked pointing at the piece of cloth.

"It's a good luck charm. I wrap this very handkerchief around my leg whenever I'm most likely going to get killed." The white and green piece of the blanket that Gardevoir gave me before I left them was securely tied around my thigh.

"Don't say that, Master! You're going to do fine, like M-60 said, kick ass!" she told me cheering me on.

I opened the door to see a loud crowd full of armed assassins and adult guards. All of the assassins were wearing casual clothing this time with vests and straps to hold their small firearms. The assassins, I saw a few of them before from the two days staying here, were mostly tall, athletic, broad or toned teenagers of both male and female gender; all nine of them. The rest were guards dressed formally. A huge pit sunk deep into the surface in the middle of the room made of concrete walls that were covered by barb wire. Long florescent lamps were emitting very brightly that made the pit dim grey and even black oddly to me to welcome its guest to hell. Livius, Garand, and the Don were in the highest most luxurious chairs on looking the pit. They had serious expressions them selves. Down in the pit were 19 older looking kids that had torn or worn down clothes; just like my own clothes. Anxiety was hitting me like an atom bomb. Everyone down there looked intimidating.

"Where in the hell did those guys come from!" I asked M-60 and M-4.

"They were in the other rooms in the third level, and you're late. You gotta get down there!"

I took a deep breath as I walked past some of the audience.

"Wow, what in the fuck!"

"This is a young kill don't you all think?"

"About fucking time! Hurry up and jump in there stupid ass!" These were some of the sentences that came out of the assassins.

There was a long narrow concrete walkway ledge extending a fourth of the way across the pit. In my opinion teenagers have some kind of killer instinct. They get pissed off for small reasons easily. A rope ladder was hung down the ledge when I walked down the narrow walkway, but I didn't get a chance to use the ladder. Instead one of the assassins shoved me into the pit. Now scared for my life, it really felt like a slow motion fall as I slowly got closer to a few faces. I painfully landed on three people. Feeling my knees and ribs impaled by some hard heads caused the wind to get knocked out of me. Then every single kid around me gathered around and started jumping me. I was right, teenagers do get pissed easily!

"No, Master!" Celsius was yelling in desperation. I saw her about to leap into the pit before an assassin grabbed her and carried her on his shoulder away from the pit before I was drowned by bodies. He better not hurt her.

"It's starting Don." Garand chuckled, "The first round begins now. Assassins, watch and pick ten kids that gather your attention!" Garand ordered for everyone to hear.

From the ground I couldn't see anything. Large fists were bombarding my face as five kids were kneeling around me.

"Wait the fuck is this? He's just some little kid!" one kid yelled as he got off of me.

I used that opportunity to kick one other teen off which gave me enough room to flip the other two over me. I barely got them off as each of them weighed over 100 and something.

"Holy shit…!" the one who left yelled.

How can I stand a chance? I stood up and looked around the deep pit. Yelling was all I could hear. It was like a deadly moch pit where killing was the goal. Everyone was punching anyone they saw. Others tried to run away as they didn't know what to do. Those kids that ran were also jumped. From ages 12 to 16 was what I saw. Teenagers are freaking crazy, but right now I need to fight. I was a bit hesitant, but before I could throw a punch on anyone a loud deafening explosion silenced the whole room. Most of us looked up to find one of the assassins pointing a Remington 870 MCS 12-gauge shotgun towards the ceiling. Smoke was still flowing out of the barrel.

"Okay, time is up and the audience has spoken." The assassin started pointing at some of the kids. "Okay, I want you, you, you-"

"Me?" one slightly overweight teen asked.

"Yes, you fat fuck!"

"Hey don't be making fun of my weight-"

"Hey don't be making fun of my fat ass," the assassin mocked in a childish tone, "Quit bitching!" He pointed at several other kids before announcing again. "Okay you ten got the most attention so we will pair you with each other. Climb out of the pit and get next Garand." With that he rolled down a ladder. "For the rest, you either pussied out or got your sorry asses kicked, so get next to me. You guys will be paired up with each other."

I was nearly wheezing for air when I got out. My heart was pounding with enough force to burst out of my chest. I wasn't pointed at. I'm dead nervous now, even more nervous than when I was at that shoot out. I feel much safer with a gun in hand while other people would think vise versa. I was disappointed at myself. I began touching my face to find it bruised, swollen, and bloodied which was extremely painful when my fingers went in contact with them. Shit, I wished I just didn't touch them. Sometimes I wonder how I can take the pain. Celsius was running to my location until one assassin pulled her away.

"Get with the other pokémon, and pray for your trainer to win. After all, his life depends on it." With that he pointed to the other pokémon in another section of the audience. What did he mean when he said "his life depends on it?"

M-4 walked over to my location. "I saw you get beasted on." I was panting too hard for me to hear so I looked at him with a questioning look. "I said you did good." He looked at Garand who was pairing some of the kids to fight.

Okay, so I did really badly just now. The next round I should win since I won't be going up against five people, but then again most of these kids look pretty experienced let alone huge. The first round is about to start and the pairing is the confused fat teen with a very, very buff looking teen. The overweight kid climbed down the ladder while the preteen leapt into the pit doing a front flip. The assassin with the shotgun yelled, "Fight!" and with that movement had begun between the two.

"Come on fat shit, what you gonna do?" The buff teen began throwing taunts then he just stood there. "You want some cake? You'll get some when I'm done with you. Don't worry, the red stuff that comes out of you will be strawberry icing," he laughed. "Yeah, sounds good does it!"

The overweight teen charged at him with speed fast for a fat ass. He threw a punch, but the buff teen countered by quickly doing a sideways flip out of the way like a cart wheel with no hands and grabbing the arm that the overweight kid threw; he knows capoeira, shit! The momentum of the speed forced the pair to spin around a few times. The stupidity of the overweight kid caused him to lose his balance from being dizzy. Seriously what kind of idiot would stumble around in a fight? He took the overweight kid's arm and forced it behind his back in an awkward painful angle. The buff teen began pushing him face first towards the wall which was covered in razor barb wire. Everyone was cheering for the preteen.

"No, don't… stop. Please!" he cried from the fear of being killed.

No matter how cruel or bad it seemed, I waited for the overweight teen to meet Darkrai as he got impaled in numerous points on his body by the barb wire.

"That won't do shit! His fatness will armor him from the blades!" With that everyone began laughing from one of the assassin's remark.

That assassin was wrong as the buff teen backed up to let the overweight kid fall back. Once the overweight teen hit the floor, the vision of his death was confirmed as I saw a dark hole formed in each of his eyes. A waterfall of blood ran out of his eyes while his clothes were stained dark red around the areas he got impaled. The barb wire is long enough to reach the brain, so there was no hope of him surviving. The assassins were amused as they cheered the buff guy on. Arceus, he just killed a kid but he doesn't even care.

"How do you like that, strawberry?" He snarled at the body.

Garand came over to our side to choose the next fight. He randomly pulled out two more teenagers from the loser side. Both of the kids climbed into the pit and with the assassin's approval they began fighting. Everyone was watching the fight but after two minutes the assassin that started the fight, that also seems to be in charge of this entire event, took his shotgun and fired it into the air.

"Okay, times up. From the judging of Garand and the Don the winner will be claimed." He then pointed to one of the two.

The winner, which did most of the fighting, raised his arms in victory, but I knew from his expression that he isn't happy about the fact that he's going to fight that buff kid. The loser was punching the ground from his lost. How does the Don expect me to tough out this crap?

After seven more fights, all of them two minutes, I was beginning to get anxious. During some of the fights, the assassins threw in melee weapons. Bats, crowbars, hammers, anything that could be swung were thrown into the pit. More than one was thrown in at a time, so the fighters had a variety to choose from, and then it would look almost like a sword fight.

Garand pointed at me, so now it's my turn to fight. My heart began racing. I can't screw up this fight. The only people I fought in close combat were two gang members that were about to kill Juggernaut, and they did not know how to fight. I just have to trust that Lucario's teachings will benefit me because all of the teens that fought so far are huge and know a fighting style.

I climbed down the ladder to enter the pit. The guy in front of me was extremely tall. He was around 5'10" while I was probably 4'11". He had a slender build with some muscle. I don't know if I'm at a good advantage. He's very freaking tall, but he also doesn't have a lot of muscle. Plus, I'm pretty tall myself for my age. The head assassin gave us the clearance to begin.

"You guys paired me up with a squirt. I don't even have to do anything! I can just hold my hand against his head and he can't reach me!" he laughed followed by the audience.

My fear slipped away as he insulted my size. Don't ever underestimate in a fight. He may be older but I'm without a doubt smarter. He actually did stretch his arm all the way to put his hand on my head to try and prevent me from getting to him. I grabbed his wrist, pressed against his major vein in the center of his wrist, and pulled his arm towards me. He grunted and his face was as low as mines so I kicked him right in the chin with ease. He stepped back grasping his jaw yelling at the process.

"Oh you're gonna get it now you mother-"

In a split second, his foot collided into my stomach in a shunt kick. I stumbled backwards but I stayed on my feet. Thank Arceus that I do push ups and sit ups every night because not a whole lot of wind was knocked out of me…plus the aura I think helped add resistance. Then he began pushing me around like he was humiliating me. While he was toying with me though, some kind of force took over me. I felt so much anger surging through my veins that I involuntarily let out a loud beast like roar, which I felt stupid about. Then I effortlessly grabbed both his arms and shoved them both out of the way towards his right side leaving his left wide open. I began punching him hard in the ribs since I couldn't reach his face. Anger was flowing through my blood as I used combos to quickly punch and kick him. His face would lower enough for me to reach. I kept on going until he was too dazed to even know where he was. As a final move, I used his tall size as a disadvantage; I punched him to a wall full of barb wire, gripped one of his arms with both hands, and literally ran up his body using his arm to help pull me up. Once my foot met his chin, I kicked at it swiftly while I was mid air and upside down only less than a foot above the ground. I knew my legs created some kind of blur which I never knew I could do. Blood flew out of his mouth in all directions as I landed several kicks before I landed on the ground. While crouched, I swept my legs through his which tripped him and knocked him over. The hard impact to the concrete floor instantly knocked him out.

While panting I looked up a little surprised to see several shocked faces. All of their eyes were wide and there mouths hung wide open on the hinges.

"W-winner… for knocking that sorry ass mother fucker the fuck out!" he stuttered then finished with enthusiasm. Everyone then cheered and yelled aloud for me. M-60 and M-4 was cheering madly for me. Celsius seemed way too shocked to move. I took a look at my hands in utter fear not believing that I brought that kid down. I noticed my palms were both glowing blue, but barely enough for me to really see it! That burst of energy felt like that night the shoot out was…Shit, what if I got my aura back? I tried to forget about it so I don't lose my concentration in the fights as I climbed out of the pit where M-4 and M-60 were the first to greet me.

"RAWR!" M-4 duplicated, "Arceus damn that was one beasty ass roar! Since when in the fuck did you learn that trick! When you kicked him your legs were like…damn!" he chuckled.

"Okay now next time, do what you did except don't get hit because we also look to see if you are a good fighter, and they're teens, they might knock you to oblivion if you get hit in the face once," M-60 explained.

"Thanks for the tip. I know a shit load more moves than that," I kind of smiled a little happy from the praise.

"What the fu-How old are you?"

"Nice ass win!"

"I never thought you would be that strong!" The assassins were giving me lots of attention.

"Whatever, he ain't gonna make it! I bet money on it."

Celsius was trying to force her way through one assassin, but he kept her at bay. If that assassin were to hit her then I would probably go on a rampage, but surprisingly he wasn't using a lot of force. After two more fights, we began the second round. All of the losers that lived were put in another room. Two assassins went in with rifles ready. Then the door was shut. That's when I noticed that if we lose we get killed! Damn it M-4 never told me this.

The buff teen eventually fought the winner of the second fight, but unfortunately it ended with the preteen killing him by hitting him directly in the cranium with a baseball bat. That guy is the only teen to have murdered anyone so far, and it seems that he mainly uses capoeira as a fighting technique. He used it against that kid by doing acrobatic kicks to his face. He climbed out shamelessly, and seemed proud that he killed two kids. The assassins loved him for it. They all prayed that he would win this event and become the next assassin.

Two more fights went on, and now it was my turn to face off. By now the pit was full of dark rusted stains.

Once I got in I scanned my opponent for weaknesses. My opponent was far different from everyone else. My opponent is a girl and seems like the youngest looking one, second to me! At first I remembered that I was told by my parents I can't hit girls, but if she made it this far then she must be good, real good and dangerous. Her build was fit and toned for any fight. She looked like she was 11 or 12 years old. Her blonde hair was messy and ruffled up from the fights as it curled down to her chest, her light skin tone was mixed in dried blood and grime, while her dark brown eyes showed signs of anger, sadness, despair, and even grief. She shows the same emotions that I always show. The head assassin told us to begin, but I couldn't move. Her eyes told me something. They told me that she must be going through the same crap as me, and I feel so bad.

"I'm sorry, but I must win this fight." Her voice showed signs of determination. After saying that she spun kicked me in the face causing blood and spit to fling around as I spun to the ground. I was facing down when she got my arms crossed behind my back. I got my mind back to my goals. I scooted my legs forward as I was trying to build a base. I steadily got up and back to my feet with her still hanging on my back. "Damn, you are strong," she grunted keeping her legs up.

I remained silent and almost lost my balance from her comment. Either the energy I was using was causing me to sweat, shiver, and lose or her remark was. My arms were still kept behind my back. I was about to run her into the barbwire but I couldn't. I didn't want to hurt her badly. Everyone was laughing at me since she was winning so far. I then purposely fell backwards putting lots of pressure on her. My arms now free, I got up. I hesitated to get on my knees and punch her while she was on the ground but with enough will power I did not knowing what else to do. For every hit I was cautious. She managed to move through the pain as I found out I had made a huge mistake: her leg was in between my legs as I was punching her. She brought her foot up to my crotch which caused me to cry and roll off. The audience gave off an "ooh damn!" as they winced in pain from watching me get kicked there. I was on my side still stunned in that area and kidneys when she began kicking me around the chest. I rolled my back on the floor. I had to do something because I must be losing badly right now. I have to knock her out. I ignored the pain in my lower stomach as I pushed myself away from her legs then got up. She charged at me, and I noticed she was crying as she did so. I got out of the way and grabbed her. I put her in a headlock from behind. She then started bawling. Her tears were running down my arm as she tried to get out but couldn't.

"No! I have to win I can't lose! I'm sorry but I can't lose. I have a goal to complete!" she pleaded as she sobbed.

I felt so crappy for doing this to her. She may die if I do this. "I'm sorry but I also have a goal to complete." I said that slowly as a tear trickled down my cheek. I then pushed my fore arms against her neck to constrict her veins which knocked her out ending the fight.

"Winner by knockout," the head assassin yelled. Everyone cheered and made good comments but I ignored them.

Afterwards I got out of the pit and back to my group. I then went up to M-60.

"M-60… what will happen to these losers?"

"Ha, Jonathan's in love!" he replied teasing me. I growled then tried to forget about the insult. She is cute after all and she has lots of strength. "She's gonna live. She's a girl and she almost kicked your ass, so the Don probably likes that. Besides, she's one of the youngest ones so we brought her here for that reason, so don't worry about it. Why, you wanna pound that ass huh, all night long huh?" he chuckled.

"I just did, she's passed out! Probably can't walk right for awhile thanks to that hold I forced her into!" I yelled.

M-60 snickered than began laughing hysterically. "Oh wow… that shit's funny as fuck!" he said between laughs before gasping for air to laugh some more, "Never mind man I forgot you were a kid, oh shit I'm gonna tell M-4 what you just said though." He walked away grabbing his gut as he began having another laughing fit. I glanced over at Celsius who was still looking at me worriedly.

More fights passed. It was now the semi finals round. The buff teen won, but he didn't kill his opponent this time. I'm getting really sick and tired of his cocky attitude.

Now it was my turn again. I got in the pit and awaited my opponent to come down. This fight is going to be even more shocking than the fight with the girl. The opponent, or opponents, came down to face me. There are three of us in the damn pit! What the Fuck!

"We will now start the brawl fight. Good luck, now fight!"

My two opponents looked at each other before nodding. Each of them was now walking towards me. Shit, I'm on my own! The audience threw two golf clubs towards my area. I picked up one in each hand, which I would normally never do. One of the teens began running towards me. I sidestepped, but he stopped, grabbed the end of my club, and yanked it away before I could swing. The other teen also yanked my other club away when I didn't notice he was there. Now they were both armed. One assassin threw a rope towards me, but I found no use of it.

"They have a fucking club and you throw me a rope!" I yelled.

"You need that more than anything else right now!" she yelled back.

I stepped pass the rope as one of the teens ran towards me again. He did a side swing that was aimed at my head. I ducked and rapidly punched him several times in the body. I hit his stomach, then the ribs, and the final hardest punch was to his jaw. The other kid was about to swing at me. I took the kid I just hit and used him as a human shield. The shield worked as he hit him right in the collar bone. His shoulder now showed a slant which showed a very painful broken clavicle. I let the teen go, but his partner kept on hitting him as he was on the floor. The other kid swung the club at his shin hard. The top kid fell down gripping his knee as the other kid slowly got up even though he was groaning from his shoulder injury, but he fell back down almost knocked out from the pain. The teen that got knocked in the shin got up and walked away from the other teen thinking he was knocked out. He swung at me and I dodged again and again until I finally found an open spot. I grabbed his inside elbow with my left hand and pressed as hard as I could against the nerve that controlled his fingers. The sudden pain caused him to drop the club. I then twisted his arm, yanked him so his face was in front of my leg. I let go than instantly swung my body to the left causing my right leg to follow in a sideways swing motion with the laces of my shoes aimed at him in a powerful roundhouse kick. Like this was in slow motion, the hit to his jaw bone spun him around midair before he fell to the ground.

Before I could confirm that he was knocked out, I felt pressure around my ankle to see a lassoed rope had got around my left leg when I stepped back. My leg was yanked away and I flew upwards upside down. The kid with the broken bone got the rope to go over and around the concrete ledge as I was fighting the other kid the whole time. He pulled it down as I got higher and higher. I was then hung upside down by my left ankle. He tied the rope around a strand of barb wire to ensure I didn't move. The audience was cheering and yelling madly, then one of them threw an unordinary weapon down for the first time: a Glock Pistol! The kid that got me where I was picked up the gun, but then the other kid that I was about to finish got him in a headlock. He was trying to take the gun away from behind. However, before he could yank it out of his hands, the kid that had the gun began pulling the trigger in panic. One of the bullets shot through the other kid's chin and out the top of his skull. Blood and pink, orange chunks landed around the pit. Now dead he slowly fell back as the other teen with the gun began shaking violently. He had shock and fear drawn all over his face.

"What… what have I… what have I done? I… I killed… someone. No it can't be! I never meant it!" He was shaking to the point that he dropped the gun.

"Big fucking deal, you killed somebody now kill the other kid!" the buff teen yelled.

"Shut up you freak! I'm a murderer, a fucking murderer!" he snapped.

"You're a murderer so finish the job!" the audience shouted.

He looked at the murder weapon, slowly picked it up, and cocked the slider back. He then aimed it at me. I was starting to get frantic. I shook around and reached up to my ankle to try and untie myself. I couldn't get out, fuck! My heart was pumping so fast it was going to kill me! Then I heard a gun shot followed by splattering sounds. I thought it was me that got shot and I just couldn't feel it because of adrenaline. Instead I looked at the shooter who was still standing with the gun aimed at the side of his head. It was dead silent in the room. He started to lean over to one side before he fell. A puddle of dark metallic liquid was forming around his head. The silence broke as the crowd cheered for me and booed at the one who committed suicide. The head assassin jumped down and cut the rope off of me causing me to fall flat on my head and that probably looked hysterical to the audience. I got out of the pit a little shaken by the incident.

"I can't believe it Jonathan. You freakin' made it to the final round! Now you face off with that guy!" M-4 was very excited.

"Dialga, he actually made it this far! Tauros shit, fucking impossible, I wish I could do that!"

"Hah, you owe me!"

"Hey, I said if he doesn't make it out alive!"

I looked over the other side to find my opponent is the buff ass teenager. Someone that could be seven years older than me, but there is something deep within me that was fueling my aggression which caused me to not be intimidated at all. My anger towards him is firing up the adrenaline with each step I take into the pit. He's a shameless murderer that laughs at his victims' deaths. He developed a very cocky attitude during the event and he shows that cockiness in his kicks and punches by doing so many unnecessary flips towards his opponent. That cockiness is what's going to cost him because I have a plan so if he does charge at me doing front flips then it's over for him.

The head assassin started the fight. Yelling and cheering was rocking the chamber louder than ever. We both stood at one spot. None of us even moved a muscle. Then an assassin threw a chainsaw into the pit, but the preteen just shrugged it off.

"It's okay people. I got his bitch ass!" he laughed.

As I predicted, he started flipping towards my direction in front flips. His hand deflected him off the ground and onto his feet and back to his hands. I know capoeira and there's a weakness in it. You have to be very fast when attempting an acrobatic stunt, but he was slow thinking I'm just a pushover. He got closer and closer until he was less then a foot in front of me. He was getting back on his feet from his last flip while cocking his arm back. I cocked my arm back as well as far as I could and when his face was fully exposed I delivered the first and final blow directly to his nose with my full force before he could even swing. The combined kinetic forces of his face to my fist directed all of the momentum from his flips back causing him to fall backwards. He landed hard on the ground twitching before passing out.

I kneeled down to his face. "That's what happens when your cocky, punk ass." I then got back up and took a look at the audience.

It was dead silent. "Dialga fuck, that was some beasty ass shit," I heard M-4 whistle behind a few assassins to where most of them just glared at him. "What, he's just a beast!" he backed up followed by M-60 who began yelling my name.

M-60 and M-4 started a wave of cheering. Eventually the shocked faces began cheering and they learned my name, my fake name, and began chanting it. I got out of the pit to be welcomed by pats and handshakes.

"Holy crap, that was so simple but fucking effective."

"God damn, I'm fucking jealous! I hear you have Life Energy buddy!"

"Shut the hell up-no, you owe me, don't make that face hand it over!"

I know I won, but most of it all has to do with my aura just like that assassin just mentioned indirectly…Then Garand silenced us.

His presence of walking towards the assassins silenced the whole room. He walked up to me and held out his hand. "Congratulations Jonathan, you are the primary trainee to become a Mafia 14 Assassin." I took his hand, shook, then he looked back at everyone. "Four casualties. That means we must choose only five people, but that's too little. I will now choose six fighters to join Jonathan at the training grounds. You seven will be going through physical and mental training to learn how to hunt down your enemies for the next nine months. Resisting training will result in immediate execution. Jonathan, Blake, Jamal, Jake, Alec, Alma, and Keith will become trainees. Only one of them will be chosen to become assassins, so congratulations all of you. Each of you will meet with me in my quarters exactly two weeks from today for a discussion about all of your daily routines." The Don, Livius, and Garand left the chamber leaving the fighters and assassins behind.

Blake, the buff guy who just regained consciousness, Jamal, Blake's surviving opponent, Jake, an opponent of some guy, Alec, an opponent of the kid that killed himself, Alma, my opponent that was a girl; thank Arceus that she made it and she's going to be with me- us, and Keith, an opponent of the other kid that was shot. We are all going to train to become assassins? The real question is that do they even want to become assassins or were they all forced into this like pawns trying to give this family a big reputation. I don't want to have to be an assassin but whatever it takes to earn trust.

Fifteen minutes later we all left the basement. Celsius met me on the first floor. The amazing thing is that all of my clothes are ripped and bloodied except for one thing. The cloth that Gardevoir gave is completely unharmed with no blood on it! I untied it and tucked in my pocket with some of it exposed out.

"Jonathan, I was so fucking Arceus damn worried about you!" She then began bursting into tears, "I'm so glad you are all right!" She took me by surprise by hugging me while I felt her warm tears going through my now bloodied shirt. Some of the assassins saw us like this but for now I didn't care.

"They didn't hurt you did they?" I asked.

"No I'm fine, I watched the whole time. You were almost killed!"

I looked past Celsius shoulder to see Garand watching us at the main stairway. "I see that you and your pokémon have a very strong bond, a bond so strong that the last time I've seen something like it was the Don and his persian."

"Thank you, I care for pokémon too much to harm one. Mind if I ask what happened to his persian?"

"Even though he cared about his persian, he was gambling for some extra money and fun when he lost his own pokémon to the very leader of Team Rocket himself." If you love your pokémon so much then why would you bet it like an item? "Get showered and cleaned up. The Don and I will treat you both to a very, very nice dinner tonight. Our grunts will provide you with a suit for formal wear."

"Thank you sir. And Celsius?" I wanted Celsius by my side.

"She's coming too as I said," he smiled.

"Thank you, we'll be ready shortly."

I washed myself up wincing from the hot tap water and soap touching my wounds. "Oww... fuck that hurts!" After I dried off, I found a black and white suit and shirt with pants and slick shoes on the bed. The trademark purple tie and collar was set down on the suit.

"A maid dropped it off while you were in the shower," Celsius pointed out next to her before grabbing it. "I think you might need help putting it on," she giggled from noticing how stiff and hurt I was.

"Mmm, thanks for noticing," I said sarcastically but with a joking laugh followed up.

I dropped the towel and got dressed in the tuxedo as best as I could. Celsius brought me to the giant bathroom mirror where she helped me get dressed in the suit. Damn, how did they get the sizes perfect just from observation? She fixed up some of the mistakes I made putting it on. I only dressed in a suit a few times and I was hurting all over so I messed up in a few places. Celsius has observed my mom and dad getting dressed for special presentations before so she knows what to do.

"Oww, be more gentle. Damn are you sure you know what you're doing?" I asked as she yanked one of my sleeves down causing it to rub against one of my many wounds.

"Don't think I don't know how to dress you up. I remember when Mom helped you put on a suit for that wedding, and I know every last detail of how a suit should be worn." She yanked down my sleeves, cupped up my pants around the ankles, and made sure my tie was tied perfectly. Just like what Mom did.

"Mother, Father, everyone…" I sighed. I remember that wedding. Funny how I barely cared about that day until now because that's a picture of my whole family getting together and I've been taking it for granted. Celsius looked up at me wondering what I said. "That's why we're here. We are here to punish these bastards for what they had done to my family and every other person. We'll give them the fist of Giratina, Celsius. But… do you think we are doing the right thing?" I paused to think over what my mom would actually want me to do. "Wow, what have I become." I had my hand over my face prodding my eyes from frustration. I never thought about the consequences.

"Master?"

"Celsius, we were supposed to move on. Think about it. I don't think Mom or Dad would want us to kill people, no matter how angry we are. They would want me to stay in school, be successful, and take care of you, and stay safe but so far all I've done is cause you so much torture. Fuck!" I began tearing from the guilt that I was facing.

"Rayn!" Celsius firmly caught my attention with her expression. "I don't know if you are right, but I think its best that we ran away. The Mafia would've found us out long ago if we stayed with another family. Also, if we did get adopted we could've had gotten separated and possibly treated wrongly. I know you feel down about the guilt, trust me so do I, but we can't do anything about it now. If we leave we will die, and I'm sure as hell know that the least Mom and Dad wants is for us to stay alive. Yes, I agree that they would not want us to kill people but what other choice do we have. Besides, we're fighting for a good cause if you think about it. How many people have turned out like us because of these people? We're putting a stop to this so it never happens again to anyone."

"We still could've been adopted and continue with our lives."

By now Celsius stood on the counter and began combing my hair around with her claws. "There is a good chance that our foster parents would've treated us worse then Juggernaut."

"Yeah," I said weakly before I then understood, "I guess you are right. There is something more important right now, and that is to stay alive. And Celsius, we will stay alive, and we will end this together." I stopped crying and began growing more confident. "We couldn't survive in the streets. We found a home that got us here. Now we have to finish this fight."

"Master, do you promise that you will stay alive? I don't want you to leave me alone. I… want to do this with you… so it's more effective." I saw a few pieces of hair fall from Celsius cutting off a few pieces of hair with her claws probably to make it cleaner.

I sighed from the "promise" thing. "Celsius, I'm sorry but I can't promise that because I can't find it in me to make promises anymore. If I promise you then die then it's just like lying, but I will do what I can to keep us both living until we die naturally. I'll make sure nothing will take you away from me either."

Celsius looked at me intently then nodded with courage. After patting around me she stood back. "Wow, you look really handsome, as ever!" All I did was blush. Mom said that to me all the time…

Later we joined Garand at the bottom of the stairs and we each walked out of the house and back into the limo. Inside were the Don, Livius, M-4, and a hand full of grunts who were already seated. I really don't feel comfortable being with the Don. It feels like they plan on killing me.

Once we got to the restaurant, other limos and exotic cars were being parked by valet. The building is actually five levels high. Inside were full of tables covered with purple decorative cloth, we were seated in the largest table which was in the back of the restaurant. The lighting from the ceiling was slightly tinted to make the inside look dim and the walls had luxurious and priceless paintings hung up just like at the mansion. A giant carved modern statue of some shape and geometry was sitting in the middle of the whole level that stood over 30 feet high. As I continued walking I overhead a few conversations that was about me. They knew I was the winner of the fights, but they never knew I would be this small compared to what they've seen before. People even had surprised faces on them once they caught a glimpse of me; it kind of intimidated me. I got really close to Celsius as we walked further in. There were waitresses handing alcohol to the adults. It looked as if a celebration is about to commence. There were so many Mafia grunts around us that were sitting at other tables. Other rich parties were also around us, and all the tables were neatly decorated. Minutes after being seated, several Mafia Grunts sat at the table near the Don, and these grunts were dressed differently. With the grey suits they wore a little teal. It must've been a ranking system and these grunts are ranked the highest.

"You see Jonathan; this building is a meeting destination where we meet with our acquaintances and clients. We discuss plans and introduce new items to each other. We also come here to buy items useful to our organization. When there's no meeting it is a five star restaurant that I own with other large businesses I control," the Don explained in a calm tone. His nephew, Livius, looked bored as he signaled for a waitress. Each of the adults and Livius were given a clear liquid with floating suds to drink. The Don held his glass up high over the round table. "For this occasion, we are here to celebrate the new recruits and our new winner that'll hopefully become the next assassin. Let us hear it for Jonathan; we each have high hopes for you." With that everyone huddled their glasses around the center of the table and tapped them together. Everyone had a smile on their faces. Livius though was looking right at me which made me even more scared. If he suspects something then I'll be executed in the middle of the whole restaurant.

"I see the potential in you," he spoke to me with glowing blue eyes as everyone else conversed, "Just by looking at you I see great potential for this family, I mean it, so don't screw up one damn bit." All I did was nod a little uncomfortably.

M-4 was sitting next to me with an unusual serious look that almost matched my look. He probably can't look dumb when around Garand. "There are so many other families here that are involved with us. There are also organizations here too. Team Rocket for example is our number one client… did I sound like a fag just now? I hate talking formal," added M-4.

"You mean those guys that do experiments on pokémon to enhance their powers!" I blurted. "Oh sorry, I honestly didn't mean to yell out like that." I thought M-4 or Garand would've pulled out a gun on me.

"I understand, and I agree. You see Jonathan, one of our codes of our organization is: Respect and cherish the life of a pokémon like ones' family member. That means that neglect towards pokémon is intolerable in our organization, and we promote that because we use pokémon as partners in our operations. That's one of the reasons why I wanted Juggernaut dead. The only reason why we are part of Team Rocket is because they supply us with Black Arms weapons and the newest technology." The Don was being unbelievably kind to me.

"You guys actually care about pokémon? Wow, there are so many people in the world that don't."

"Of course, I have always cared for pokémon. You are just like me Jonathan." The Don was actually smiling at me and enjoying my company, but I still can't let my guard down.

The food arrived and I ordered mainly sea food since that's my favorite kind of food. I hate seeing a pokémon get harmed, but when it comes to natural food chains, eating pokémon won't bother me at all. It's only if pokémon are killed for no reason.

Minutes after eating, all of the rich adults were about talking and conversing to each other about who knows what and drinking at the same time. There were many people at the Don's table. M-4 was showing me to all of the people around.

"How were your krabby legs? You were eatin' them like no freakin' tomorrow."

"I haven't had food like that in awhile so shut up. I have never seen legs that big before, and it's already cut in half so I don't have to crack it!"

"Yeah, the Don hires his own private cooks, butlers, waiters, doctors, drivers, pilots, bodyguards, which is me, and every other crazy mother fucker to attend either here or at the house. Remember complete luxury, well not in eight months at least for you."

"Oh yeah, training; I forgot about that. Well, what's it like?"

"Pfft! Only the most beastly guy will make it alive. You know why. Because at the end there's a final test to see if you're ready to become an assassin and it's a free for all death match on some island. You have to be the last one alive to make it and shit."

"WHAT!" I yelled. What if I don't make it that day? They never talked about a death match!

"It's okay, trust me. Shit, out of all of those teenagers you are the best since you got that aura up in you. So you'll make it, but it'll be a bitch." We kept walking around the large building talking while M-4 showed me the people around. "Wait, you gotta meet this guy." We walked over to a man wearing a brown suit while carrying a metal brief case who was talking to a few adults. M-4 walked up to him. "Aww shit, what you got this time, it better be worth somethin' too?"

"Oh its' a new species for you assassins," the person smirked.

"Jon, this is Ron, just Ron, our pokémon supplier from Johto. He finds and trains them himself just to become our partners." M-4 introduced.

"Jonathan I already heard a lot about you. I have big hopes for you kid." He shook my hand then set the brief case down on a near by table while we waited to see what was inside.

He opened the case to reveal three shiny red and white orbs that each holds a pokémon within them.

"So, what's in the pokeballs," M-4 asked.

"They're fire types this time, hold on." Ron reached into a pocket slit in the briefcase.

"Oh Arceus, please be a Houndoom or shit a Flareon. I'd do anything for that beast," M-4 pleaded next to me.

Before Ron knew it, one of the pokeballs popped open and out came our answer. In the white silhouette was a small quadruped pokémon. The very rare starter fire pokémon of the Johto region was a cyndaquil, a young male too about Celsius age. The blue and cream colored pokémon turned around and began growling at Ron. Ron immediately grabbed the ball he came out of and pressed the center button to suck the pokémon back inside in the red light stream. "That one just never obeys me, damn it. Damn no one will want you if you're going to act like that," he sighed to the pokeball as he held it in front of his face.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"He's the only cyndaquil that I had managed to find in the wild while the others were bought from a breeder that works for the league. Since he's older than the rest, he's rebellious, so I don't know what to do. No one will want him; unless M-4 wants it."

"Nope, you know I only collect canine pokémon, so why don't you ever find an Eevee or Poochyena or other beasts like them?"

"You know how hard it is to find a fucking Eevee! I still don't know how you found yours," Ron fumed.

Jose moved part of his suit to reveal the enlarged pokeball that was clipped to his belt. Jewel must be out but I haven't seen her all night. "Fuck me neither, how does a five year old boy get an Eevee in the wild when a grown up bitch can't," he replied with a jokey tone at the same time.

"Wait, I'll take the cyndaquil. I have always wanted a typhlosion so I'll take him and I'll train him until he listens to my commands," I confidently said.

"You sure Jonathan, what if you lose control of him? He is a fire type after all," Ron argued.

"You see that combusken over at that table eating those watermelons?" I pointed to see Celsius's face covered in pink watermelon juice as she took another bite. "She belongs to me, and she's very obedient."

"Oh alright, alright, fine I'll give him to you since you did win the fights tonight anyways." He placed the pokeball in my palms and pressed them together. "Do you promise to train and cherish this pokémon as if it was your little brother, and will you train him with respect so that he shall learn the meaning of loyalty?"

A freaking promise! "I shall take great care of him Ron…"

He sighed, "M-4 can you teach him the 'Assassin's Partner Claim' and what you are supposed to say."

M-4 huffed in irritation. "He shall train him the meaning of loyalty as he shall teach loyalty to him self." He said with boredom to Ron before looking at me. "Anytime Ron gives anyone a pokémon you have to say what I just said. It's some kind of oath we do to practice the code. The wording's gay as hell though…"

"Wow, is the Mafia a whole other nation?"

"Actually it is like one because we have our own military, which is us, we have our own pokémon, and we even have an education system that's better than Hoenn's."

"Whoa, there's school here?"

"Yeah, home schooling by bringing in actual teachers looking for a job. We are actually beastier than the "normal graduates" of Hoenn."

"That's hard to believe hearing that from you."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" M-4 threatened.

"Nothing, hold on I'll be back." I ran over to Celsius with the ball behind my back. Rushing, I bumped into a tall person.

"Watch it brat!" His clothing was all black with the famous big red "R" on his shirt. He walked away towards a very broad man that sat next to the Don, and he was wearing an orange suit with a persian sitting on his lap. Listening in there conversation for a few seconds, I heard the Don call him Giovanni. So he's the leader of Team Rocket and I'm looking straight at him…and that's the persian The Don lost, wow. I should remember to kill him too when I get a good chance.

"Hey Celsius, you won't believe what I've just got."

"What?" she mumbled still having a mouthful of fruit.

I then held out the pokeball. "Welcome our new member to the team."

Celsius froze with her mouth wide open and still stuffed. She swallowed her food. "Master, what in the hell? What if that pokémon knows all about the Mafia and is loyal to them? He couldn't help us."

"No, he doesn't know anything because a pokémon supplier just taught him how to be obedient, but he failed, so I got him. And I will take good care of him now."

"But…what about me?" she pleaded.

"I'll give both of you an equal amount of attention okay. It's part of being a trainer. Trainers catch more and more pokémon. Come on; let's go to a quieter room to introduce each other. I don't want all this noise to scare him. Besides he's a male fire type and slightly younger then you if you compare the ages."

"Hey, what's that's supposed to mean?" she asked blushing before following me.

I looked around to find a smaller room. We got in one and closed the door. Then I let out our new teammate. After the light faded, he was facing us. Celsius had an annoyed look on her face. Cyndaquil let out a cry of communication.

(POV)

"What the hell. Where are you Ron!" the little cyndaquil yelled. Really, a cyndaquil?

"Who's Ron?" I questioned.

"Ron, that pokémon supplier guy that caught me when I was minding my own business long ago. Where the hell is he?" Eh, he's cute, but I'm the type of pokémon that only wants one mate and I plan on that to be my master.

"He's not here and you don't have to deal with him anymore." I was a little annoyed by his complaining however.

"Really, thank Arceus," he sighed then looked up at me. I followed his eye movement as he scanned my whole body stopping at various spots and blushing at the same time.

"HEY!" I snapped.

"Ahh-sorry, sorry. Uhh, can I ask of your name miss… and- and his name too?" he looked down to the ground before sighing, "Smooth…damn it."

Ha, wow he really does find me cute! "Hey, I ask the questions. Do you know anything about the Mafia and their goals?"

"N-no, all I know is that I'm trained to follow my next trainers' orders and who is he anyways if Ron isn't here anymore."

"So you don't know anything about The Don then?" He shook his head. He does look pretty clueless. "Okay then, your new master is Rayn."

"What's he saying Celsius?" Master asked.

"Sorry but hold on a sec," I replied to Master.

The cyndaquil looked around to find Rayn. As soon as he saw him he straightened up and looked serious. "So you are my new trainer. I guess I have to obey you…" he spoke bluntly.

"Now tell me what he is saying." Master demanded.

"It looks like he accepts you as a trainer." Hmm, he seems to not care about Master though.

"What should I name you then?" Master was thinking for a minute before he came up with a name. "I got it! How does this sound, Fahrenheit!"

"Hmm, I never heard the word before and it does sound unique. Eh, I'll take that name I guess." He nodded towards Rayn.

"Whatever, just remember I'm the alpha. Got it?" I scolded at him.

"What's the problem? Did I do something wrong?" He pleaded. Is he really scared of me but not of his own trainer?

"Oh my Arceus, this is going to be a long night," Rayn groaned.

(POV)

The fight event is over and Celsius and I finally got a chance to be close with the Don. For some reason, he's a very nice guy, and so is Garand. I don't get it. They commit many crimes, but they have good character, and the worst thing is Celsius and I are getting comfortable staying within our enemies house. Maybe it's just their way of letting my guard down, well that's not going to work. Until I become an assassin then I can't think of any plans to kill the Don, so I have to win that death match and put all my strength into it.

But damn…near the end of this ordeal...Fuck it, I know damn well this is a suicide mission!

To Be Continued

Wow, not much editing had to done in this chapter. It was pretty good before I began.