A/N: OKAY GUYS! This is the last chapter I have reviewed over my weekend. I mean, this is the 4th one, and I had other things to do then just look over my mountains of chapters I haven't looked over. Actually, I have almost 10 chapters written, after this 9th chapter is posted. So, yeah. I will prewarn you guys that I spent some time describing the stuff at the base Violet resides in, only to have her leave. Why? I ran out of ideas, and I wanted a fresh new start in a different location.

That's kind of why I was going to end everything here at part 2, but I may be doing a part 3. This part is an 'in between' parter, and there's a particular climax/resolution to this story that'll wrap it all up at the end. The question is how to get from point A to, well now, about point E… or F… or R. Whatever. I added a bunch of elements in this part 2 that I want to wrap up in part 3. Some of it will be left up in the air, but a few little things I need to take some time doing/working on. So, yeah. There's probably going to be a part 3. In fact, it's probably going to happen, definitely. I just don't know how long THIS part will take. Depends if I throw some of the elements in this part into the next part. But I only plan on having 3 parts anyways. So need to worry about this story being too long. I'm NOT aiming for 100+ chapters. No way. But I will admit, I am happy I've gotten so much done, so far. Usually by now I would have given up interest, but the fact that I wrote chapters ahead of time, and when I review my chapters I draw inspiration from them, then it's not too hard to keep continuing.

Plus, well, there's more stories about pokemon out, in general, that can inspire me/motivate me to keep writing. That's about it! ENJOY this chapter and hopefully I'll post the next one soon enough! If not, ENJOY the rest of your week!

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A deep throated groan of agony left your breath as you sat on a couch, putting down the book you had in your hands.

Your grandfather wasn't backing down. He hired a few tutors, those loyal to him, apparently, to tutor you in a basic education. The plan? That you'll be given the same education a child your age would have at a local public school, and then some. To surpass that expectant intelligence and have the developed mind of a university student, before your tenth birthday.

It was very stressful. At least in the subjects you were struggling with.

You never were good with math. Science, you can understand, but math, no way! If you don't know where to apply the equations then how in the world are you supposed to remember what it's all used for? At least with science, all you have to deal with is the science math, which you understand why you're using it, but it was still very difficult.

Reading and writing you kind of already know, but now you're reading very hard books, written by dead guys and gals you're vaguely aware of. Your literature course is… decent enough, but your history class is so interesting.

If you had to pick, you'd probably do art and your physical training courses all day, with history coming in a solid third… second place. Art is always fun. It lets your mind unwind a bit as you come up with new and creative things to make with your own two hands. Your physical training, you're learning how to box and spare with other people. It gets your body moving, your blood pumping through your veins. It's a lot of fun.

And history… there is so much history out there that you cannot wait to explore. Ancient, medieval, modern; there's a lot.

And your music teacher… is a pain. He wants you to learn the violin, and honestly, you don't see the point in that. It's just a pain.

But you suppose you'd have to suffer all of this if you were still in school in Azalea… but not as intense.

There is so much homework for you to do. So much that you barely have time to do anything else, let alone eat every meal. You wouldn't be surprised if your basically structured courses will soon change to more… obscure lessons, like how to rob a person without them noticing. Just how much are you going to learn?

But… you're enduring this. Why? Because your grandfather wants you to.

You know at the end of the day your grandfather just wants what is best for you. You're beginning to realize that more and more, even if he doesn't say it right to your face. He… indirectly cares, like your father does… did…

All these lessons, these tutors are a good distraction when it comes to your father and your need to find out more. More about a past you were never told, just barely began to uncover. There is so much you don't know… and… your plans to find out more have had to fall to the waste side because of these tutors always showing up, always cramming more stuff down your throat, hoping it'll reach your brain.

You are right. These tutors of yours are mainly suck ups. Mainly trying to keep your grandfather happy, in one way or another.

A deep sigh left your breath as you stood up, walking into your kitchen and grabbing a cup of water before sitting back down, in front of your work.

At least you don't have to see these people every day. It's all spaced out, at least, so it's not too overwhelming for you.

But then again, you do like a challenge, and keeping track of your schedule and caring about your time management is certainly a challenge. Even if you'd rather ignore all of this instead of continuing to endure and suffer this brain crushing torment.

You don't know how long you sat there, studying, taking notes, writing in books and binders to complete your homework, until the door slid open and you heard footsteps walking into the apartment space. You didn't even look to see who it was, knowing that if Spirit wasn't growling and if Don wasn't glaring, then it was a trusted human that wouldn't do you any real harm. "How's the studying, Viola?" you heard your grandfather ask as he walked into the kitchen to grab something.

"Hard. Tiring… mainly tiring," you responded, not even bothering to ask him how his day was as you continued to scribble in a book, a tired look on your face as you slumped into the plush couch.

You barely took notice as he wandered to the living room, holding a cup in his hand as he noticed the irritated look the honchkrow was giving him, and the way your eevee had slumped his head onto your lap, staring at you bored while you worked on your assignments. His eyes wandered at the books you had laying out, some opened and some closed. An unorganized mess of knowledge spread all over the coffee table in front of the couch.

You felt him put his hand on your head, rustling up your matted hair before slumping into the couch beside you, sipping a glass filled with red wine, you realized, as he stared at the far wall with a thoughtful look on his face. You were surprised that he didn't turn on the tv and become a big distraction, but he seemed to be lost in his thoughts, and you turned away to ignore him and get back to your work.

Only for the book that you were reading to be ripped away from your lap. "H-hey! –"

"The history of the Kanto region?" your grandfather asked, only for you to huff in annoyance as you snatched the textbook away from him and placed it back upon your lap. "… You look stressed, child."

"Oh wow. Really~? I didn't notice," you snorted, slumping your arm onto the armrest as you stared at the letters upon the bland page. "… I'm taking this seriously, alright?"

"Okay, okay," he chuckled lightly, sipping his wine and turning his head away from you as he looked at a far-off wall, attempting to ignore you.

Yet he lingered, right beside you, which began to distract you from what you were trying to do. You're used to people leaving you alone, eventually, and you're weary of those who drink alcohol. But… your anxiety slowly diminished into a smolder as you continued to work, your thoughts on the homework and assignments that are due tomorrow, and perhaps getting ahead of some assignments that are due two to three days from now.

You don't know how long it took for you to finally put your book down. A yawn left your breath as you rubbed your sore eyes, and you stood to your feet, stretching your arms to get rid of the stiffness. "… Done?" you heard your grandfather ask and you turned to notice Robbie was slumped at the man's feet, trapping him from escaping the couch by his broad body, while he had a book in his hands, casually reading the contents inside.

"A-ah… with that assignment, yes."

"How much homework did those idiots give you?" your grandfather snarled slightly, letting his book fall onto his lap as Robbie lifted his head curiously from his paws, wondering if he's going to have to move from the comfortable spot or not.

"This shouldn't surprise you, grandpa. I mean, even at school teachers tend to give their students mountains of homework. I'm just… a bit slower at figuring this all out, right now. But I swear I'll get used to it –"

"How much homework do you still have to do?" he decided to ask, and you huffed underneath your breath to glance at your scattered books.

"Maybe another hour –"

"Well, skip it," he told you, though it sounded like an order, but you turned to him and gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Oh? What is this? You want me to give up on my responsibilities, grandpa?"

"Ah… no, but –"

"I can handle this, I assure you –"

"I honestly don't doubt that, but if you're still doing homework at nine at night, and you had all day to do this, then this is unacceptable. Especially since I can tell your tutors to hold off on the work," he huffed, your eyes glancing over at the wall clock to realize that, yes, he was right. It was already nine twenty one at night.

"You don't… have to give me special privileges and stuff, but if you really want to…" you decided to say, but before you could fully finish your thought you watched as the man stood to his feet, his persian quickly stepping away with a huff leaving his breath, and you watched as your grandfather began to stretch his arms and yawn, as well. "… You weren't waiting for me, were you?"

"You wait for me all of the time. We both need dinner, right? But before all of that, I want to teach you a little something," he smirked slyly, and you gave him an unsure look, but before you could really question your grandfather he picked up a nearby phone, phoning the night cooks and telling them that the Boss wants dinner, and that it'll be delivered to the training facilities on the -4 level. "Okay. Let's go," he told you, shifting to put on a nearby jet black jacket, and you noticed his white collared shirt was untucked, his eyes looked tired, but he seemed to have this grin upon his face that made you wonder if he's drunk or just excited.

"… I don't have a choice, do I?" you asked the persian, who shrugged at you as Spirit began to follow behind you, giving the three of you a curious look before looking up to the honchkrow to hear what he thinks about the situation. "… He's not drunk, is he? –"

"Tipsy, but not drunk. I've seen worse," Rob smirked lightly at you, before gripping the edge of your shirt and pulling you forward, causing you to sigh and follow after your grandfather, as you scooped up one of your many coats and quickly slipped it over your tank top shirt.

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"Why are we here?" you asked calmly as you both stood in the middle of a large stadium-like room, the roof high and the walls wide with bleachers off to the side. Like most of the training facilities in the building, they were all closed by about eight, and some human training rooms stay open till ten. But you know from your tour that this room is used for training up one's pokemon. "… Grandpa?"

"Hmm? Oh. I'll tell you," he smirked deviously at you, but you gave him a questionable look as you felt Spirit nuzzling his head up against your leg, hoping to calm down your uncertain nerves. "But first… Come and show yourselves, guys!" Giovanni shouted as he threw up five pokeballs, appearing almost out of thin air from his pockets, somewhere.

You watched in awe as five massive ground types appeared before you, all of them looking ready for battle.

That is, until they realized there was no opponent, and turned slowly to look at the two humans standing behind them, staring at their human master questionably. "This is my granddaughter, Silver's girl. Her name is Viola, and you be good to her," your grandfather stated, a hand upon your back as he pushed you slightly forward, and you looked up nervously at the massive pokemon before you.

But your anxiety simmered when they all let out excited cries, causing the ground to rumble and you to yelp slightly at the tremor. You were surprised that your grandfather wasn't jostled by the sudden movement, and you turned to look up at him with wide eyes. "So, you raised these pokemon? O-or did you steal them?"

"While Team Rocket steals for the good of the team, I prefer to raise my own pokemon," he smirked slyly. "At least my ground types."

"And Rob? –"

"Robert has been with me even before I began my journey as a child. He may be useless in battle," Giovanni smirked, grinning at the growl his persian was giving him as he continued confidently, "but for all of the little problems, he can handle his own. Plus, he can walk about the base with ease, while everyone else cannot."

"I see," you decided to respond, giving all of the pokemon curious looks as they all stared at you, a few staring you down while others were curious about this new little human that can cause their usually grumbling master to talk to them with such ease and gleefulness.

"But my persian is the only one with a human name," he continued calmly, gesturing to his other pokemon. "The rhyperior, nidoqueen, and nidoking have been on my team since my gym leader days, the rhyperior ages before that. And I've recently raised a garchomp and female hippowdon."

"So you were a gym leader?" you asked in a curious tone, causing him to give you a suspicious look. "C-cause I wasn't sure."

"Yes!" he grinned proudly. "The Viridian City Gym. I was a ground-type gym leader. Do you know how the gym has been since I left?"

"W-well… Uncle Green had been the gym leader for a while, but recently the gym is vacant," you told him, shrugging your shoulders at the questionable look on your grandfather's face. "He's taking on his father's duties as regional professor, and considering the job is demanding, he had to give up his gym leader status. Actually, I-I think Auntie Yellow shows up to the gym at times to take on trainers, but usually they don't have the gym open, at all."

"Interesting… Well, the League will find someone eventually," he shrugged, turning to glance at his pokemon with a sly grin upon his face. "Viridian is the last city a trainer goes to, before reaching the League Gates. After that, they have to go through Victory Road to reach the Indigo Plateau. They usually have a strong trainer residing over the gym… and~ that's why I was the gym leader for so long," he smirked deviously at the memory, but you gave him a light smile in response.

"Ah… b-but Team Rocket. How could you balance all of that?" you had to ask, and he sighed regrettably in response.

"I couldn't. eventually, the team had to come first, so I only had the gym open one month out of the year, before the Championship started, which meant I'd spend all day receiving trainers. I made it a rule that a trainer needed seven badges, at least, or possibly six to come into my gym. And eventually… I stopped appearing at the gym, and then that ten year old boy showed up and –"

"Uncle Red clobbered you," you smirked slyly, and you giggled at the huffy noise your grandfather made. "Do you… regret all of that?"

"I stretched my time and resources too thin. I needed a break from everything. Being defeated, while I hate to admit that I was, helped me realize that I needed to figure out what was truly important to me. The team was my mother's business, and I was just dragged into the mess," he sighed, reaching up to pet his rhyperior and he seemed to purr happily as he was patted on the side of his rough face. "But, I had to grow up eventually. Being a pokemon trainer amounted to nothing in the end, and unless you're good at it you don't earn a lot of money. Being a gym leader gave me a nice cover, but at the time the League wasn't as organized as it is now… So… while I don't like being defeated, I suppose I learned from that experience. Plus, it gave me an excuse to abandon the team for a while and see how they'd operate without me. Not very well, actually," he chuckled lightly, turning to you with a gleam on his face that made you pout at him.

"But enough about that. Just how much did Silver tell you about our red eyes?" he asked curiously, pointing up to his dark brown eye and you shrugged in response.

"A-ah… not much. Just that it's a curse. It has something to do with aura, and if you don't keep your emotions in check it could unleash and bring a disaster."

"That isn't false, but not true either," he told you calmly. You watched as he suddenly turned to his rhyperior, the two of them glaring at each other as the other five pokemon began to back away. You could feel Robert grabbing the edge of your pantleg with his teeth, expecting you to follow him as you backed away, towards the sidelines and towards the bleachers.

"Here it comes~"

"What's coming? –"

You barely managed a surprised yelp as the rhyperior slammed his fist into your grandfather's body, but was strangely blocked by his outstretched arm. Your eyes widened in shock and worry at the thin red glow of aura energy you could visibly see emitting out from your grandfather's outstretched arm and hand. Then, you saw your grandfather moving his other arm, also glowing red, as he slammed it into the rhyperior's face, sending him flying across the room. But the rhyperior managed to slide his knees into the ground, stopping himself from hitting the far wall.

"Without the right training, like any pokemon learning a set of skills, you won't learn how to use your abilities. Our family in particular has a strong amount of aura energy pulsating through our veins," you could hear your grandfather speak casually, his hand upon his hip as he talked with a snarky look on his face. "You know the boy Marko, right? His glowing yellow eyes? Same principle, but different ways to trigger similar results. The difference between us and, say, a black belt is that we can unleash a raw emotional energy, concentrate it, and slam it back into the face of our enemies. It catches them by surprise," he smirked slyly, turning his attention to his rhyperior as he began to stomp his way back over to his trainer, glaring down at him as he calmly stared up at his battle-ready companion. "… You know of gym leader Sabrina?"

"Ah… y-yeah!" you spoke, realizing he was talking to you. "Of course. We've talked, before. She's a very cryptic person."

"Psychics are another example. They show the pure, untapped potential of a human being. We're like pokemon in a way, with different sets of skills and abilities that only need to be harnessed and tapped into. You're a special case, as was I when I was a child," he decided to say, turning to you and staring at you from across the middle of the gym room. "But, unlike my mother, I'm going to try to help you figure out your own aura skills."

"Ah… r-really? Why?" you had to ask, and he grinned and turned back to stare up at his rhyperior.

"I spent a lot of wasted time trying to figure everything out. What I can do, what is most effective… what truly makes me different. Not only do we have our family curse, but we also have the gift of Viridian Forest. Sure, helping pokemon, healing them and such, can be helpful, but what I took away is that I can hear pokemon speak the truth, while humans tend to lie.

"I bet you already know that," he turned to you with a smirk and you gave him a hesitant nod in return. "We aren't… normal. Never will be, never should assume we can be. I prefer ground types," he smirked up at his rhyperior who was now sitting down, bored with this monologue speech his opponent was giving. "Strong, powerful, and grounded in reality. They push forward and never look backward… I brought you down here to show you there are different ways to train your pokemon, in ways other humans would be afraid of doing.

"But I absolutely love it," Giovanni grinned deviously, and you concluded that, yeah, he's drunk. There's no way he'd be telling you all of this if he wasn't drunk. "Hand to hand combat. Why do you think I'm having you take boxing lessons?"

"Because you like the style?" you shrugged and he chuckled in response.

"Perhaps, but when it comes to pokemon, they charge head on, unless they're say, a psychic type. So, in order to calm down a pokemon is to face them, head on. Humans are like that too, but we cannot confront each other physically, usually," he told you, suddenly holding up his fists as the rhyperior stood up, grinning deviously as his master stood ready for another punch.

"… Is he just drunk or is what he's saying true?" you had to ask, leaning down to speak to Robert as he gave you a smirk in return.

"He's a bit tipsy, but he does like to train his pokemon hands on, like this," Rob smirked, watching as you flinched at the way the rhyperior sent strong, pummeling blows at your grandfather, but he didn't seem fazed at all, and was right back on his feet, charging the pokemon and sending him down into the ground, with a relatively strange ease. "… They're just roughhousing. Playing around. If Gio was going to truly fight his pokemon he wouldn't be such a chatter box," he told you, and you sighed, slowly turning to look at his other pokemon, and noticing the excited looks on their faces. "… These days, this is the only time the guy sends out his other pokemon. No gym challenges, no real confrontations. Just good old beating each other up into bloody messes.

"So trivial," you heard Rob snort, but you smirked, walking up to his other pokemon as they began to look over at you with curious looks on their faces.

"C-can I try that? Looks like fun," you smiled at the other pokemon, who gave you unsure looks, until the nidoqueen smiled sweetly at you, and suddenly picked you up, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"Oooooh! Such the cutest little human child! Nidoking! Look at her!"

"Yes, yes. She's adorable, but don't break her –"

"She looks a bit thin, though. We need to fatten her up," you heard the dark skinned hippowdon say while the garchomp huffed underneath his breath.

"Nah. Starve the girl to death. Then she'll rip apart everything in her path –"

"You're all so mean!" the nidoqueen whined, and you groaned slightly underneath your breath as she gripped you a little tighter in her embrace.

"A-ah… okay, but –"

"Come on, nidoqueen. The young one wants a challenge. Let's show her one," the nidoking stated with a smirk, suddenly grabbing the nidoqueen's arm and pulling her out into the middle of the gym, but far away from the rhyperior, considering they didn't want to be blown back by such a powerful pokemon. "Set the girl down and we'll show her what us nidos can do."

"Ooooo! Sounds fun!" she giggled, happily setting you down, but your eevee was right at your side in an instant, giving the two poison types unsure glances as they began to come up with some sort of plan.