Hey, I don't own anything except my characters and other little things like Anti-Trainers and such. If I owned Team Rocket...Kanto would be screwed.

Guess what? This chapter is actually funny!

Fiery Sapphire Ch 25

Predictions and Mistakes don't Mix

An Aerodactyl swooped across a rainy night sky, only illuminated by the faint glow of a few streetlights. There was a chill in the air from late September; and wind whipped up leaves from the ground; spiraling them into the air. A middle-aged man was ineptly seated on the Aerodactyl, the wind slicing his face. He looked disheveled and worn, and a particularly large bruise crept across his left eye.

Giovanni instructed the Pokémon to fly lower over the streets, almost touching the tops of the buildings. He was hoping he could catch a glimpse the Anti-Trainer below on the street (if she had even exited the building yet). Perhaps Aerodactyl could attack her with Ancientpower-- Fiery Sapphire wouldn't even suspect! Yet, far away, The Silph Corporation building was a hazy mass, the bright interior lighting blinding. The Anti-Trainer was still there, most likely. The Boss of Team Rocket pulled a cell phone from his suit pocket and dialed a number.

There were a few dial tones before someone picked up. "Giovanni." The reply was a sharp woman's voice, worried but crisp. "Where are you?"

"Above Kanto," he replied curtly. "I left an hour ago and been flying ever since. And you are…?"

There was a loud sigh of relief. "In Rocket Headquarters with the other executives."

"Ah. Good. Did everyone else make it out?"

"Er…"

"Yes?"

"I think…"

"Thinking is not enough, my dear," came Giovanni's snarling reply, clenching the cell phone. He couldn't afford to lose another twenty or so Grunts now that the Anti-Trainers had returned, no-- even if he could hunt them all himself, there would always be need for defence. The Boss inhaled, waiting for an answer from his wife. The other line was silent.

"Troy…?" he asked quietly, his voice more gentle (or gentle as it could be).

"Hmm?"

There was a moment of awkward silence as the Boss that he had offended his spouse. "Forgive me, Troy," he sighed thoughtfully as One Island flashed below in a sea of green trees. Mr. Ember loomed ahead, billowing black smoke from its top. Troy mumbled something to the effect of a reply. "I'm so furious about Silph Co, though. We controled it for five, prosporous years...five years...and then..." he made a fist and beat it on the shoulder of the Aerodactyl who gave off a discontented yelp. "...and then that damn bitch had to come and RUIN IT!" His calm was detached, replaced by sheer fury.

"What did you just say?" Troy asked, flustered by use of such oaths.

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Honey, are you alright?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"What happened in Silph Co?" she questioned suddenly.

Giovanni's face became emotionless, his jaw tensed. "It's not to be discussed."

"Not to be discussed with your own WIFE?" she shrieked. "What's wrong with you? Ever since those Anti-Trainers came along, you've been so difficult!" She pronounced the word 'Anti-Trainers' as if it were a fatal disease. "You're always ranting about them! You're always giving these disgusting descriptions of their deaths! Giovanni. On the contrary to all our your hate, though, you even fell head over heals for some Anti-Trainer--"

"That is a lie!" Giovanni roared, although he was lying...and was ashamed of it, too. Yes, once, he did become attracted to a female Anti-Trainer, but that was so long ago! "I though I had dealt with the Anti-Trainers years ago," he replied, determining not to back down. "But obviously I didn't. I'll finish them off this time. I promise. And then we'll have nothing to speak of but love and conpanionship; Anti-Trainers gone forever."

"Why should I care?" she hissed. "I thought we were going for something else! The Silph Co. plan was ruined. Mewtwo escaped. Now, what next? Something besides Anti-Trainers for once, Giovanni, please! Maybe we can…take over the Lavender Town Pokémon Tower and sell the Cubone skulls for profit…they fetch a high price…I'll start that project right now. What about Mew? We could always capture it for even more power. I'll start that too!" Her voice sounded pleading now.

"But they're a threat to Team Rocket."

"What?"

"The Anti-Trainers."

"Oh, what is it with you?"

"Emm," he muttered humbly, but a sharp gust of wind brought him back to his senses. He was the leader of the Rockets! His own wife wouldn't bring him down in such ways! He was all-powerful! Invincible! He could do whatever he wanted, and frankly, he didn't give a damn as to what she said. "Troy," he began stiffly, "I'm sorry, but you cannot control my affairs. Team Rocket is not just a petty crime organization- it is a massive empire. We have thousands of employees, and I, as the leader. It is my duty to control and lead them. I will not be daunted by you."

All that could be heard was Troy's raggedy breathing.

"If you must know about Silph," Giovanni continued briskly, anger marring his voice, "The scientist Jennifer was actually Fiery Sapphire. I lured her up to my office by holding her Pokémon hostage and snuck up a back way, waiting for her. She came and tore the blueprints up, and I almost killed her but her Charizard overcame Rhydon. I had to...leave, and now sport a black eye from a fistfight we had."

"Why did I marry you?" asked his wife blankly after a while.

Giovanni knew the immediate answer of: 'He was five years older than her, he was the powerful leader, he was handsome, rich, and skilled in sexual matters; she was younger, thirsting for a man such as him, and a virgin. Instead, though, he created an answer in her favor. "Perhaps it was because you enticed me so," purred the Boss in a seductive tone, hoping that Troy would calm down. Charm always seemed to work with women.

Troy giggled girlishly. He could already imagine her blushing. Yes…flattery always worked. That was the first lesson in persuasion. "You're right!" she exclaimed as Giovanni grinned, pleased with himself. "I'm sorry I was so demanding, honey...let's make it up to each other back at Headquarters..."

The Boss steered the Aerodactyl across Three Island. No one had noticed the great reptile flying through the early morning skies. "Of course, my dear. I'm almost at the Headquarters; I need to go."

"Oh, fine," she pouted. "Well, bye!"

"Goodbye."

OoO

Meanwhile, Abby Hoskidans slowly looked up at the deserted Wegmans Salon, sighing as she dropped a backpack on the sidewalk and adjusted one of her multiple earrings. The green-haired woman was worried. She paced back and forth; she mumbled to herself; she constantly looked towards the Silph Co. building. When was Ellen going to come back? It had been…Abby counted on her fingers. A week since she last saw her.

As if on cue, a particularly ill-looking Charizard swooped through the air, touched down on the ground, deposit it's riders off it's back, and walked over to a trash can only to vomit seconds later. "Abby!" Ellen said happily, standing up. She was a bit wobbily from the flight and stumbled to the curb where her friend was sitting. "Flying is so fun! You should try it sometime. Feolan almost fell off!"

"My life flashed before my eyes," muttered the albino Mightyena sarcastically.

The woman stared wide-eyed at her before jumping on the spot and hugging the girl, squealing with excitement. "Wow! You did it, you did it, you did it!" She laughed, pulling her from the hug, and finally noticed the scars on her face and arm. "Shit...those cuts...Ellen, what happened?"

Ellen's mood seemed to dampen a bit, and she shook her head. "Slow down, Abby. I got to change out of this first." She gestured to her Grunt ripped, bloody Grunt uniform. "Then I'll tell you, but promise you won't tell anyone."

"No problem. Cross my heart and hope to die." Abby grabbed the backpack from the ground and tossed it to Ellen, happy to have it back. "Be quick, though!"

The Anti-Trainer ran into Wegmans to change and came out five minutes later in attire consisting of jeans, a blue-tee shirt, sneakers, a pair of batting gloves, and gauze rapped around her arm.

She gave Abby a weak thumbs up, her arm still painful from when Giovanni twisted it. "Alright. Well, let's see; how about we start with me meeting up with Brendan."

"Who?"

The Anti-Trainer squinted her eyes and sat down on the curb, resting her elbow on her knee. "He's a little white-haired writter boy. He doesn't have a boyfriend. When I got in Silph Co, I met Brendan in the elevator and we decided to defeat the Rockets together; but it didn't turn out that way. See, we met these Grunts named Natalie and Ralph, and…"

OoO

"Dude," Abby said slowly, scratching the back of her sea-green head, "that…was…awesome."

"You think?" Ellen asked, shaken by recounting her battle with Giovanni.

"Definitely," she said, "it was better than anything I've done. Being a ninja-in-training isn't all that hot. So what are you going to do now?"

She shrugged and said, "Uh...I'm gonna go to the Pokémon Center and chill awhile before smashing the Gym Leader here."

"Watch out," warned the woman, "Sabrina is awfully tough."

"Yo momma is awfully tough." Feolan slapped a paw to his forehead. "Wait! That was a COMPLIMENT, not a diss! I'm defeated!" He slummed over on the sidewalk in mock demise.

"You're an idiot, Feolan," Ellen said, standing up and yawning. "Well I'm really tired. Guess it's time to go."

"Not another flight…" moaned Charles the Charizard, clutching his head.

"All right. So, see you at Fuchsia Gym."

"Huh?"

"I'm a ninja in training, remember?"

"Oh, right," the Anti-Trainer exclaimed, climbing onto Charles. "Well, see you then and thanks for the help."

Abby smiled widely. "Hey. What are green-haired, multi-pierced, dysfunctional people for?"

The Anti-Trainer burst through the doors of the Pokémon Center and screamed, "I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND THAT I'M SLEEPING ON YOUR COUCH BECAUSE I AM RIGHT NOW AND I'M A HEAVY SLEEPER SO YOU CAN'T MOVE ME OFF AND DON'T YELL AT ME EITHER CAUSE I CAN DROP-KICK YOU ALL THE WAY FROM HERE TO INDIGO PLATEAU!"

No one objected because she was the only person there at the time besides the Nurse who was reading Cosmopolitan behind the counter, who looked as if she was half-dead.

Ellen happily jumped onto the couch and pulled a blanket out of her seemingly endless backpack. Kyoshi curled up against the PC, Feolan made a home behind a table, Charles used another couch, and Phil jumped on the Charizard's head and promptly went to sleep.

"Just like last time," mumbled the Persian in a content whisper. "Just like last time."

"What you mean?" the girl asked, staring up at the ceiling.

"Last time we beat the Rockets," she answered sleepily. "We all went to sleep at the end of the night." She was dozing off now, breathing heavily. "You used the bed…Charles was still a Charmeleon…I was still a Meowth…and…and…" She struggled for the words.

"And Feolan was an ass, as always?"

"Yes he was. And…we all went to sleep…but we had done it. We made it."

"Like this time?" asked Ellen, dazed.

"Yes. Like this time."

The Persian finally went to sleep as the Nurse slumped over, dropping the magazine and dozed off to. Feolan was thrashing and mumbling in his sleep, saying things like: 'The One' and 'Must…Destroy…the Matrix.' Charles was snoring softly while Phil giggled as he slumbered. Eventually, the Anti-Trainer surrendered to sleep also.

The morning soon came, and Phil woke up first, sugar-high as always and bouncing all over the Center. A few people had already begun to walk in, flashing strange glances at the tall, gloved girl who was splayed over the couch like a dead Snorlax. One brave boy went up and poked her on the arm, whispering.

"Excuse me miss," he murmured softly, leaning over her. "But I don't think you can sleep here."

"I can do anything I damn well please!" retorted Ellen, grumpily pushing the boy away and sitting up. She realized that many people were glaring at her and jumped up, blinking. "Oh. Um…I'll be going now. Well…Bye!"

She was out of the Center before you could say 'OMG, exclamation point, exclamation point, one, one, one, Giovanni just pwned my Pokémon and maimed my second cousin with an eggplant.' Of course, if you speak at a reasonable speed, then that phrase might take a while, but that was just how slow Ellen was on the uptake. As soon as the traveling dunces were out on the busy streets of Saffron, they began their trek to the Physic Gym. When the Rockets had invaded Silph Co, most people had hid, but now the population was back to thriving and people roamed the streets on foot, bikes, and even SmartCars.

"I still want a Porsche," Ellen alleged. The group had resulted to walking because Charles was sick of flight already. "We need some money."

"Life's a bitch," complained Feolan.

"Amen, brother."

They soon reached the gym; a rather small building with an exterior of flat, gray concrete and a sign reading: Pokémon Gym. The walls were dirty and filled with graffiti. A rather large piece of artwork painted in black and red screamed: TEAM ROCKET RULES! Around that were various signatures.

The interior of the gym was much different, though, with an eerie green carpet and walls splattered with dark purple paint. Kyoshi was on the alert in the gym, ears flattened back against her head, mouth set in a permanent snarl.

"There's only space for one Physic in this town, and it's me," she growled, pacing around the area. "This place is teeming with physic energy."

"Get over yourself. You just have to accept that they're other Physics out there besides you," Phil said.

"I can't. It's just a Physic thing. I bet all the others in here are nervous too."

Ellen looked around. On the carpeted floor were imbedded four teleportation pads. She groaned. "Holy Shit! Not more of these! Don't tell me we have to do this all over again."

"Déjà Vu," the Charizard answered. He shrugged, but then suddenly lifted his head up. "Hey! I have an idea! Why don't I just burn through the walls until we reach the gym leader?" Everyone agreed. It sounded like a splendid idea to everyone.

Charles stepped up to North wall and spewed flames at it, the wood catching instantly and creaking with weight. Finally, the wall collapsed.

They entered a very different room as they stepped through the blank spot where the wall had been. It had only one teleportation pad, and in the middle of the room, there was a table with a star-pattered cloth on it with a crystal ball on top. Sitting at the table was none other then Sabrina with a large turban positioned on her head and over dramatic make-up.

"What the hell?" asked Ellen when she stepped in the room. "Are you the gym leader?"

Sabrina waved her hands in the air wildly, showing long, red nails. "Yes I am. Would you like me to tell your fortune? Only thirty dollars with tax!"

"You're not a real Physic," Kyoshi thought dully. "You're a fraud."

"I am not!" contradicted the gym leader. "Ha! See? I can read thoughts."

"That's because I allowed you to."

She rolled her eyes and beckoned the Anti-Trainer to come sit down. "Come sit down and I'll show you how physic I really am! I even know your name, young trainer…"

"I'm not even a freaking trainer, woman."

"Oh right, of course, uh…I was just kidding. Anyway, I even know your name…Ohhhh! Mysterious!" Sabrina wiggled her fingers again and made ghostly noises. "Your name is…SALLY!"

"Ellen. It's Ellen. And I'm an Anti-Trainer"

She wrinkled her nose up and stared at her. "Riiiigggghhhhhtttt, Anti-Trainerssss…never heard of 'em." she sighed, nodding her head. "Now! Would you like your future to be told?"

"No," Ellen snorted, laughing. "You're just gonna make something up. I just want the badge and then I'll leave." She held her hand out. "So…what? Are we going to battle, or are you just gonna give me the badge?"

Sabrina ignored her completely and started hovering over the crystal ball, making strange noises and clapping her hands and other mystical things. She first put out her left foot, bought it back in, and did the same with her right foot, hands, head, and whole body.

"You do the Hokey-Pokey and you spin yourself around, that's what it's all about!" the woman sang the Hokey-Pokey song and did the dance around the table, chanting for all she was worth.

"Feolan," whispered Charles fearfully, "is the Hokey-Pokey really what it's all about? Is it? Is it?" He began to suck his claw and whine. "I'm scared…"

"Me too, buddy, me too," the Mightyena whimpered.

"I HAVE DECIDED YOUR FUTURE, ELLEN!" Sabrina screamed after doing various dances such as the Hokey-Pokey, the Macarena, the Cha Cha Slide and Cotton Eyed Joe. The woman seated herself back at the table again and grinned. "Your future…first! After you pay me fifty dollars and leave this gym, you will then go to…CINNABAR ISLAND! CORRECT?"

"Uh…no. I haven't beaten Koga yet."

"Well then you're going in the wrong order," she snapped coldly. "Fine then, I'll change it." She cleared her throat and adapted the same mystical voice. "After you pay me seventy dollars and leave this gym, you will then go to…LAVENDER TOWN! CORRECT?"

Ellen frowned. "Yeah…" Sabrina grinned triumphantly.

"Good. THEN! After you pay me one hundred dollars, you will depart from Kanto and fly over to the capital of Chinnponesia, which is Walla Walla Mustachesmellyfeet with your friend Mr. Clean and Botox Man, and meet a tall, dark, stranger…WITH THE NAME OF FINKLEHIMER JR.! AND HIS SIDEKICK, JOHN JACOB JINGLE HIMER SMIT!"

"You're a crazyasshole. And Ibet you aren't even a real Physic!" The Anti-Trainer kicked her on the shin. "I want that badge!"

Sabrina jumped up and held her shin, whining babyishly. "OW OW OW! You crazy girl! I predict you will DIE soon in your future, because you broke my shin! After you pay me one million dollars you will die a horrible, slow death; with lots of pain and gore and blood and your neck will be slit in half by your worst enemy, which you make you Nearly-Headless Ellen and a Steelix will eat your dismembered body and no one will morn you, not even your parents, and people will be laughing at you and they'll rejoice," she yelled all in one breath, and added quickly in the teen's ear, "but if you pay my two million dollars, I can cut the death short a bit."

"HOLY SHIT, WOMAN! YOU'RE CRAZY!"

"No I am not!" she protested, slurring her words a bit, drooling, and crossing her eyes. "I'm Physic, that's all! Now, after you meet Finklehimer Jr. and John Jacob Jingle Himer Smit and defeating Blaine and Koga, you will embark to Bananaville where you and your Pokémon will eat lots and lots of eggplant! Then, after you leave, you'll meet your friends for a party in the middle of a desert where the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man will come and rain glorious textbooks on you. Finally, you will embark to the last gym leader, who is-"

"Are you on drugs or something?" interrupted Feolan, "Cause, you know, you sound like it."

"Hallucigens, Marijuana, and crack help my supernatural visions!" the gym leader piped, giving Ellen an evil grin. "Yes, I CAN understand Pokémon, like you! All Physics can! OH, I GOT THAT RIGHT TOO, HUH? YEAH, I CAN SEE IT ON YOUR FACE! Hahaha! You lose, Ellen! You don't get the badge!" She jumped up on the table and began to dance around.

The Anti-Trainer simply pushed her off the table. "Screw you!" she yelled as Kyoshi jumped over to the woman and began totally pawning her with real physic moves.

"No one messes with a real Physic. Oh, bring it on. Yes. It's my birthday. It's my birthday. I'm going to party like it's my birthday." The Persian intoned, clawing up Sabrina. After the woman was unconscious and had been looted of over two hundred dollars that came from defrauding other innocent trainers, Kyoshi took a badge from the gym leader's pocket.

"Thanks, Kyoshi," Ellen said, putting the badge in her badge case. So far the Anti-Trainer had won three, stolen one, and had taken one by means of force. "The next gym leader is Koga; Abby told me…and then two more to go. I wonder who the other gym leaders are."

Sabrina groaned and sat up wearily, blinking at the direct light. She yawned. "You were supposed to battle Koga first, not me. I…I really see, in the future that you will battle Blaine the Pyro, and then the last gym leader you will battle is-"

"SHUT YOUR FRICKIN MOUTH UP! WE DON'T NEED YOUR FRICKIN HELP! WE CAN FIGURE IT OUT FRICKIN OURSELVES!" the Anti-Trainer screamed, kicking her and wondering why she used the word 'frickin' three times in that sentence. The gym leader did as she was told and crept back against the wall, nursing a bruise on her elbow and shooting Ellen evil glares.

"The future never lies…"whispered Sabrina, wiggling her fingers yet again. She giggled and slumped over, asleep.

"We can only press on to find out," reminded Phil happily, whistling a small, cheery tune.

The girl nodded. "Yup. But first, we need to get in touch with the Anti-Trainers."

"How are you gonna break the news to them?" Feolan asked her as they walked out of the gym.

She shrugged. "I'll manage."

And the group walked off, another badge in hand, another fifteen pages written by Flameboo. Thank shit I'm almost finished with this chapter.

In a dimly lit hall, the sound of footsteps echoed against the marble walls. Several Rocket Guards stood, briskly saluting the figure that walked by them.

"Good Morning, Boss."

"Everything is up to date, Boss."

"Everyone is ready and accounted for, Boss."

"Glad to see you made it, Boss."

"What's with his eye?" whispered one named Madeline, and in reply was elbowed in the ribs by another named Oleg.

"Shh," Oleg hissed. "Don't question anything. Leave it be…"

"Aww…Can I ask him?"

"No."

"Can I ask him now?"

"No."

"Now?"

"NO NO NO!" screamed the Guard, right as the figure passed by. Oleg shrank back against the wall as the shadow glared at him.

"Er…Sorry for the outbreak. Have a nice day, Boss."

Two Grunts opened a large set of doors for him, and Giovanni stepped into a room with only three inhabitants. Troy Hobotson, Donovan Kyler, and Mirror B. all seated around a card table, playing Poker. They didn't even seem to notice the man who had stealthily sauntered in.

"I don't even get this game," Donovan stormed nastily, digging a knife into the table and chipping off small pieces of plastic. "Can't we do anything else? Like go have a smoke or something?"

"GO FISH!" cheered Mirror B, throwing all the chips up in the air and letting them rain down on the three Executives. The black-haired man groaned and banged his head on the table softly, mumbling to himself about how bored he was. Donovan Jr., a genetically mutated Pikachu, gargled a bit before crawling onto its master's shoulder.

Giovanni chose this moment to walk over to them, pulling over a chair and seating himself next to Troy. "Well, well, well," he said nattily, smiling thinly, "aren't we having a fun little game! Who's winning? Mirror B? Mrs. Hobotson? Or has Mr. Kyler cheated yet and already won?"

"That was only once; and it wasn't Poker, it was Blackjack," Donovan muttered angrily as Troy stood up to face the Boss.

"Oh Gi-Gi! My Italian Stallion!" she cried, draping her arms around him as the other two turned their backs to them and were shaking like mad, trying to hold back maniacal laughter. She smothered her head on his shoulder and adapted a slightly babyish way of speaking. "I've missed wou so much!"

There were murmurings of 'Gi-Gi' and 'Italian Stallion' accompanied by insane giggles coming from the other two.

"I've…missed you too…Troy," muttered Giovanni, blushing profusely.

She reached up and stroked his face. "Oh no, you're hwert! Did that mean widdle Antee-Twainer hwert wou? I bwet she did!" Troy hugged him tighter, and now the Boss was frowning heavily. He felt a bit guilty.

"No, it's very, very, fine, Troy. We can worry about it later." He finally pried her off him and she sat back down, the others resuming their original places. The middle-aged man rested his elbows on the table. "I totally and utterly cannot believe we have been brought down by a mere teenage girl," he began in a snarl. "This is a disgrace. We've been tricked. We had almost all of our operatives in Silph Corporation, and yet we let one single Anti-Trainer slip through our fingers. Do you know why?"

No one answered.

"Because we made fatal errors in our planning," he answered himself, banging his fist on the table. "How? Take Mr. Kyler for example. When he found Fiery Sapphire disguised as a Grunt late at night, he didn't simply put her with the other Grunts; he let her become a scientist." All eyes turned to a grimacing Donovan. The Boss raised his eyebrows and folded his hands on the desk. "That was the biggest mistake."

"Any others, Boss Man Dude Sir G-money Hommie Slice?" asked Mirror B., making a steeple of Poker chips. His leader suddenly swept his hand out and knocked the tower over, splaying chips everywhere.

He stood up and leaned forward to face the three very nervous Executives. Giovanni looked horribly intimidating at the time with his wide-open, shining dark eyes, one marred by an uneven bruise, nostrils flared, his mouth a thin line of anger, his normally immaculate, slicked black hair tousled and revealing bits of gray roots. The sleeve of his black suit was slightly torn revealing a cut clotted by dried blood.

"Yes. Of course," he said deeply, staring at the place where the tower had been. He picked up a chip and fingered it in his hand. "Many; plenty of mistakes. Mistakes we could of stopped." The Boss turned to Donovan. "You. You make almost all the mistakes."

"No I didn't!" the young man protested, backing up out of his chair. "Well, I mean-"

"Just admit it," the Boss spat, walking over to him, wide eyes still staring dead at him. He flung the Poker chip onto the floor. "It was your fault. You did it."

"Stop it," cried Mirror B. "Can you tell all this fighting is TEARING US APART?"

"No, I-"

"I should have never hired you. You've just been a waste of money to Team Rocket. You say you especially hate that Anti-Trainer; Gold? Hm. You're as pathetic as him."

That did it. The executive stepped forward and brought his face up to Giovanni's, edging him on. Troy and Mirror B. shrunk back as if they were preparing for a war.

Suddenly, Donovan stepped back and yelled, "YEAH? WELL YOU KNOW WHAT? I WASN'T THE ONE WHO JUST SAT IN MY OFFICE THE WHOLE DAY JUST WAITING FOR FIERY SAPPHIRE TO COME ALONG! I WAS THE ONE WORKING MY ASS OFF ON THE S. S. ANNE!" He stopped to breath and looked up at his leader who seemed to have totally ignored the speech. The executive was breathing heavily now and Donovan Jr. stood in back of him, hissing and gargling for all he was worth.

"What…are…you…implying?" Giovanni asked in a bored tone. "Are you saying I'm lazy?"

"YEAH!" he continued in a hoarse roar, "I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, I WASN'T THE ONE WHO GOT BEAT UP BY SOME TEENAGE GIRL! TWICE! THAT'S HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE! IT WAS YOUR FAULT THE WHOLE SILPH CO. THING CAME CRASHING DOWN ON US! YOU'RE NOT A BOSS! YOU'RE NOT A LEADER! YOU'RE JUST SOME SON OF A BITCH WHO GOT LUCKY!"

Having nothing else to say, he finally released a yell and brought his knife forward upon his Boss. Suddenly Giovanni also reached his hand forward and grabbed the young man's wrist. Almost as quickly, Donovan gasped and let the knife drop as the man slapped him hard across the face, letting him reel back and fall to the floor.

The superior smiled coldly to himself and spat at his feet. "Grunts," he called, and two obedient Rockets zipped up to him. He gestured to the executive who was now bleeding from the nose and had a red mark clouding his cheek, a shocked and scared expression on his face. "Take Mr. Kyler to…er…somewhere else besides here. Anywhere. The broom closet with do, even."

"Broom closet it is!" piped a female Grunt named Morgan cheerfully, flashing the Boss a dazzling smile and winking at him. The man wondered why she was being so friendly, and then slowly remembered her face. Morgan looked familiar…oh yes; he had slept with her last week. Ah, now he remembered. And then the week before that another one. Named Devon? Maybe. Ah, of course, how could he have been so forgetful? That's why he felt guilty about Troy. Oh well, women come and go.

"I'm glad that's over with," Giovanni growled after they had left.

"He's dreadfully scary," mumbled Troy, but he wasn't sure as to whom exactly she was referring to.

Meanwhile Mirror B. had begun to build up the chip tower again, taking delight in alternating between red and blue pieces. He stopped suddenly and turned to his leader. "Yo," he said finally, "I know another mistake! I had a funky fresh dance-off with Fiery Sapphire and I lost, yo, cuz I didn't know how to break dance like her! We should have break dancin' lessons! YOW! Let the music spin!"

Giovanni moaned heavily and banged his head on the table, sitting down. "I need some vodka." Morgan obeyed him and brought him a bottle of alcohol, which the Boss halfway finished in one gulp.

"Drinking to much is bad for you," chastised his wife, pulling the bottle away from him.

"Well I say it isn't," he said, pulling it back and taking another sip. "And I deserve it."

"Oh, fine."

Troy sighed and sulked for a while, pouting and trying to attract her husband's attention while Mirror B.'s tower turned into a fortress, then a palace, and finally a castle. When at last he was finished, he grinned to himself and knocked it over, laughing.

"The fun is in destroying it!" he said to himself happily, walking out of the room. "Goodnight everybody!"

"IT'S ONE IN THE MORNING!" roared Giovanni after him, but the disco man didn't seem to notice. He stood up. "I give up. I'm leaving."

"Oh." Troy followed him, not wanting to be in the room alone. "Where are you going?"

"Somewhere. To think...or go to bed…or- ARGH!" He threw his hands up in the air and tilted his head upwards. "I have no idea. I'm just LEAVING. Must you be so…attached to me?"

"I'm sorry," muttered his wife, and quickly walked off, her head down. "I'll start the Pokémon Tower project."

The Boss watched her leave and then left also, letting the doors close behind him as darkness enveloped the room. He banged the doorframe loudly. "Fiery Sapphire is trying to kill me," he whispered to himself, drunk, as he walked down the hall and attracted quite a lot of attention. "But…but I'll kill her first. Oh, yes. Ha-ha…I will. I won't stop until I see…I see…heh…blood spill. Ha…blood spill…ha…yes…that's funny…ha-ha…" He laughed quietly to himself and slunk away. The two Guards standing outside the door looked at each other.

"Can I ask him now?" asked Madeline.

OMFG GIOVANNI IS AN ALCOHOLIC!11ONE!ONE4!ONE1!TWO2!1

Yeah, you probably could have guessed that. All right, this chapter gets two awards. One, the Most Random Chapter, and two, having the Weirdest Gym Leader EVUH.

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