Sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with school. But now that final's week has reached its end for me, I decided to sit my butt down and work on some of this since I haven't in a while. This one is shorter than the rest because it briefly introduces our antagonist, Mr. Golden Eyes himself, alongside a few other important Team Rocket characters. Hope you enjoy it!

Yes, Psyche is actually a canon character in BRV. She is the Abra that I plan to have appear later in the story since she currently only taunted Dante on Nugget Bridge. There may be differences between the Psyche in this story and the Psyche that will appear in BRV. That remains to be seen once I kick-start BRV back into gear hopefully soon.

DISCLAIMER: Abel, Serena, Gigi, Clint, and the main plot of this story belongs to CHIKARAfiction

CLAIMER: Dante, Wildfire, Psyche, and the plot of BRV belongs to me

Chapter 10: Golden-Eyed Devil

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location, a figure sat in a chair with a desk in front of him, hidden in the shadows. A voice rang over the intercom.

"Mr. Giovanni has arrived to give you his monthly briefing, sir."

The figure grinned and answered in a smooth southern tone. "Excellent. Mind sendin' him in for me?"

.o.o.o.o.

Giovanni sighed, watching as the door opened. He entered, frowning. "Plans have been running smoothly," he reported. "No sign of trouble yet."

"Brother Giovanni, it is a pleasure to see you again." The figure's voice was smooth, calm, and so pleasant. "You sure everythin' is alright? Now, I know you'd know better than to lie to me..." His golden eyes shimmered in the shadows. "From my reports, there have been a few deaths in the family. Such a travesty, but it is unfortunate that these things are bound to happen. But the question is, Brother Giovanni...who's gotten them to fail in their missions?"

Giovanni looked down and muttered something inaudible.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. If you could please speak up."

Giovanni groaned. "...Wildfire..."

"...AH! Heheheh! Well, no wonder. He is coming along quite well, isn't he? I trained him extra special, with my own tender lovin' care. Like a flower you water in the garden... So delicate... So refined… Know what I mean, Brother Giovanni? If he has to take out some family members, well, that ain't too bad then. We can always get more members... That's perfectly fine..."

"...There's bad news involving Wildfire, too," Giovanni reluctantly said.

"Hmm?" The figure's voice doesn't falter.

Giovanni was quiet for a while before speaking. "Clint has returned. He was present at one of Wildfire's battles against one of our grunts."

"...I see. Hmmm... Persistent little bugger, ain't he? He seems to take ire towards me for killin' his best friend an' takin' her child. The problem with Clint is that he does not see the bigger picture. No one sees like I do, though…but you know that, Brother Giovanni. I was given these eyes for a reason. I was made for reasons no one could ever comprehend...but I digress. Clint was present...but that ain't Wildfire's trainer. Who is the lucky person to have been bestowed such an honor, Brother Giovanni?"

"A young man going by the name Dante," Giovanni reported. "Oddly enough, he has two of our Pokemon with him—Wildfire and Gale. Was that supposed to happen?"

"Fate moves in mysterious ways, Brother Giovanni. As I see it, it's twice the fun for him. Hmhmhm... So, looks like Clint's tryin' to interfere once again, is he?"

The figure stepped down from his desk, going around it, and came into the light. It was...a Spinda. Not a regular Spinda, however. The usually swirly eyes were round, golden with black irises. Its ears hung on the sides of its head, the usual swirling patterns on them not present as well. What was present was a smile on his face. A nice, pleasant smile. He didn't falter in his steps.

He walked smoothly and calmly over to Giovanni, looking up at him with those eyes and spoke again in an innocent, soft voice. "I assume...you are doin' everythin' to stop this?"

Giovanni nodded. "I'm sending every grunt we have to block their way with specific orders to stop Clint at all costs. If all goes according to plan, he won't make it very far."

"Good...because..." The Spinda patted Giovanni's leg. "I'd...hate to see something else happen Giovanni...because...I like you and…seeing something else happen...to you..."

His eyes suddenly started getting darker and the room started to warp…but his voice stayed the same, if with a bit of an uneasy edge.

"Well, that'd just be unpleasant...wouldn't it, Brother Giovanni?"

Giovanni winced, closing his eyes to escape the warping room around him. "I won't fail you, sir. That much, I assure you. If the grunts don't succeed, then I will take Clint out...personally, if need be." After a moment, he added, "But what of Dante?"

"...That's what I like to hear. As for Dante... If all goes according to plan, Wildfire and Gale should kill him. But if they don't...kill him too. The more the merrier, know what I mean? ...Hmhmhm... Just more people to have their final dance into oblivion. That's always nice... Oh, and Giovanni? You won't wanna see what happens if you fail. Trust in me on this fact."

"I won't fail," Giovanni said firmly. "Victory will be ours, even if...extreme measures...must be taken."

"What will killing Dante achieve, sir?" a small but strident voice piped up from behind Giovanni.

The older man whipped around, surprised. "Psyche! What are you doing in here?! You weren't called!" he barked angrily.

"I got bored," the voice replied.

The Spinda laughed a little. "Now, now, Giovanni. Sister Psyche isn't one to be yelled at. She's a good girl..."

"Why kill Dante, sir? He's fun to watch," the voice asked. Out of the dark came an Abra. She levitated off the ground, obviously asleep, but her telepathic abilities proved her mind to be wide awake. "So he can talk now. So what? He's still fun to watch suffer."

"Now, Sister Psyche, I know that. He won't die now, no, no. Fun is what you may have now with him. Cripple him down to his last strand of sanity...teasing it, rubbing the scissors against it...until finally..." The Spinda looked up absently. "Snip..."

"Snip!" Psyche giggled childishly. "Yay! I get to have more fun still!"

"It's not your place to interfere," Giovanni warned coldly.

"And it's not your place to complain. Be a good dog and do as you're told," Psyche countered.

Giovanni glared at the Abra but said nothing.

"Yes, Giovanni... Be nice..." The room started to warp again. "Be...nice..."

"Yes, sir. My apologies!" Giovanni said quickly, growing a touch fearful.

"Good dog! He's trained really well, sir!" Psyche giggled.

"Mhmm..." The Spinda agreed.

There was a loud sound down the hall. It sounded like someone shouting "GIGI!"

"Oh! Speakin' of briefin', here comes Dr. Gigi..." the Spinda commented.

"Ooh~! Yay! I missed seeing Dr. Gigi!" Psyche cheered.

"Sir, shall I leave? Or do you require more from me?" Giovanni hesitantly asked.

"Well, I won't lie. It is a tad pleasurable, seeing you actin' frightened..." the Spinda admitted.

Something burst into the room, floating. It was a Reuniclus...except there was a little something different about this one. It had a sharp-toothed smile and yellow eyes, one which had a swirl in it.

"Oh, Master—GIGI! I have come to report that I have made wondrous—GIGI! Progress with the newest trainees—GIGI!"

"Hmm... Interestin'..." the Spinda prompted.

"Oh yes! GIGI! It is! You know what else is?" the Reuniclus, Gigi, asked.

"Hmm?"

"There are 5690.23 tiles in the main lobby—GIGI! I counted!" Gigi declared proudly.

The Spinda blinked slowly. "...Well, thank you for that..."

Psyche burst out laughing, falling out of the air and onto the floor where she rolled with laughter. Giovanni sighed, unsure whether to feel bad for his boss or not. He remained quiet to ensure he didn't say anything of consequence.

The Spinda remained patient. "Well, Gigi, I would love to hear more about the new—"

"Oh, a lamp—GIGI! I wonder how fast this can spin telepathically!?"

Gigi started spinning it... Spinning it... Spinning spinning spinningspinningspinningspinning… A Rocket Grunt came in and was slammed with it, imbedding into the wall and flopping over unconscious.

"WOW! THAT'S FAST—GIGI!" the Reuniclus cried.

"…" The Spinda just pleasantly sighed.

Psyche's laughter and rolling only increased.

Giovanni groaned, walking over to haul the unconscious grunt away. At least I'm finally away from that mad Reuniclus, he thought sourly as he headed down the hall to the infirmary.

"Anyway... Gigi... The new ones?" the Spinda asked, bringing the other back on topic.

Gigi blinked, confused. "...RIGHT! GIGI! I have one now which we may put in the 'gold' region for a trainer to unsuspectingly take! GIGI!"

"It sounds like a fine plan, Gigi. You may proceed," the Spinda permitted.

Gigi grinned toothily. "PERFECT! Hey! You know what else is—GIGI! Perfect?"

"...What would that be?"

"TOAST!" Gigi declared.

"..." The Spinda just stared at him, no expression on his face.

"I'm gonna go make some! GIGI! As always, master, it's been a—GIGI! Pleasure! ...TOAST!"

Gigi crashed through the wall and flew down the hall.

"...I feel he will never use the door when exiting..." the Spinda noted.

"That's why he's so funny!" Psyche giggled, rolling on the floor.

Giovanni was long gone by that point, having vacated the area when he had the chance in favor of the infirmary, using the knocked out grunt as his excuse to flee.

Once the Abra recovered, she sat up. "Hee hee hee! That was exciting, huh, sir?" she chirped merrily.

"Yes, quite the adventure..." His eyes moved to her. "Now...as for you, Psyche... You say you are bored?"

"I was...until now, at least," Psyche replied, getting up. "I don't think Gio liked me interrupting your talk. Sorry about that. Then again, I don't think he likes me, period."

"Oh, he's just a little fussy, that's all," the Spinda chuckled. "Well, Psyche... If you're bored, why don't you go and find Dante? I'm sure he'll love you."

"Really?! You mean I can now? 'Cause I did earlier without asking but I swear I didn't tell him anything important!" the Abra declared, her tone much like that of a stubborn child's.

"Sure, why not? Go an' have some fun," the Spinda nodded.

A voice rang in over the intercom. "Sir, your three o' clock is here."

The Spinda laughed a little. "I'm about to do the same thing."

A Kirlia came into the room. This one had another interesting feature. That green crown on that is usually present isn't there, so she just has a round white head and the red horns.

She smiled and walked over, giving a small kiss to the Spinda's cheek, and said cheerfully, "Your three o' clock is here, Big Daddy."

"Now Serena, my darlin', call me by my regular name until...closed doors," the Spinda reminded gently.

She nuzzled into his shoulder and smiled. "Yes, Abel."

The pair started walking out. Abel paused in the door and called back to the room's remaining occupant. "You may leave when ready, Sister Psyche."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Psyche play-saluted before teleporting out of the room.