Searching for Error
Chapter 1 - To Lead a Life of Betrayal
Heh. I haven't seen any of these so far, so I decided to write one for myself. Basically, it follows the journey of a seventeen year old that joined Team Rocket named Daimaru Akaochi. Was really brain dead on name, sorry. Anyway, I can't really describe, but I hope you enjoy. Uh, PG for slight swearing and typical pokemon violence. And, I've neglected it in my other fics, but I don't own pokemon. I own Daimaru and the other characters. I own most of the descriptions, etc.
My eyelids rose slightly, the dark sapphire of my irises now scanning the pitch-black room I was in. I could just barely see the outlines of a staircase in the left corner, a table right next to the staircase, and alas a door with a hook on it. The table held a phone like object and a round one, sitting together next to a PC. I glanced at the suit hanging from the hook of the door, jet black with a hat, pants, and shirt with a large, red "R" on it.
Yes, just a month ago I had joined Team Rocket, the prime organization in evil and theft. I glanced at the clock. 4:56 AM. My mind began to search for the memory of how I got there. I was in the Team Rocket Training Camp Underground, below a cove in Viridian City. That would explain no windows, and the cold feeling of being surrounded by dirt just outside. I slowly sat up and leaned against my pillow, still reviewing what would happen that very day.
I remembered how it had all started - the explosion in Saffron. Team Rocket bombed Saffron City a few months ago, and stole all the pokemon at their newly opened adoption center. Yet, as I thought about how I felt right then, I wasn't actually afraid. My hometown was being destroyed by a notorious mob, and I felt a feeling of amusement that was more than slight. Ignoring a voice at the back of my head that told me I was a betraying little runt.
Sure, I was short. Not that it matters. I never really fit in to the pokemon world, the entire training business. That's why I still hadn't gone to become a trainer. I had gone through school my whole life, acing every subject. It's fine with me. People had told me I should become a pokemon trainer, because I had a real gift with them. Did I? Not quite. That's why I'd joined Team Rocket, right? I yearned for power among these amazing creatures, especially with my knowledge of all of them.
That was another reason they had accepted me into Team Rocket - I was a genius on everything pokemon and not. I knew how to handle them, and even if I was living a lie by pretending to be nice to a pokemon, I wouldn't care, they'd listen, they'd learn, and they'd fight a whole lot better. I knew how to charm all of them. I knew how to train all of them. Damnit, I'm just good.
I could work well with them and still have a heart of steel. I gained pleasure from others mental pain, and I gain mental pain from nothing. As soon as I found out in the Newspaper that Team Rockets hideout was in Viridian Gym, I sent in an application, hoping I'd be accepted. In fact, I can still remember the trip there after I got a letter back.
It, of course, had to be done secretly, with all the high security against them these days. They had said all new Rockets had to head to the Train Station in Saffron at 2:00 AM Sharp or before. That was easy for me, I luckily lived there, and though Saffron does get a bit confusing at times, I know my way around with ease. But then again, getting there unnoticed might be a problem. One false action on the way there could trigger the end of Team Rocket's acceptance to new people.
Anyway, that night, I slid out carefully, only hoping that the Train Station would be open, and this was real. To tell the truth, I couldn't even believe I was getting out. And as I walked there carefully, in all black, I thought about how my family would feel. At least, I didn't have any friends, so I didn't have to think about them. It made me shudder leaving those close to me, and leading a life of betrayal, with a team that had almost killed them once and would hope to do it again for some rare and powerful pokemon. But I ignored the accusing thoughts and went on.
Eventually, I reached the Train Station. I had made it out of the eerie streets that reminded me of what I was giving up. The door looked like it always did. After being repaired, the station wouldn't be in service for a while, so as the closed sign hung lightly over the clean, seemingly untouched window, I turned the knob. It creaked, and I had made it in. If Team Rocket weren't there, it wouldn't be open. Besides, there was what seemed like hundreds of others there anyway, sitting, waiting to be taken to Viridian Team Rocket HQ for Training.
Alas, the dark figure at the door flinched as the sound of the magnet train rushing back in arrival chimed in our ears. "Come on, the first load is done, all who received 2 AM invitations depart now," he said in a rusty, evil voice, opening up the door to the giant magnet train. Most of the room stood up and stepped aboard. I was last on board, but the train was long enough to have plenty of seating left.
The lights were on in the magnet train. My eyes quickly adjusted. The train was very high class. The seats were all velvet and a fitting red. The halls were wide and spacey, and there was even plenty of legroom. There were pockets in the back of each seat for storing things, and nice armrests that could be adjusted. The seats even came in rows of threes. If I took up all the armrests I could lie down and take a rest. I'm pretty sure that we would get free food if this were an actual ride. However, this all seemed sort of unnecessary for a speedy train like this.
Immediately we arrived. No, not in Goldenrod. This train had somehow gone all the way to Viridian instead. The trip to the gym after being on the train was harsh. Evidently, the station we had been at was very well hidden, and we had to walk for at least three miles through the night wild life to get to Viridian. From what I've noticed, I believe the station is in a cove far in the depths near Indigo Plateau.
When we got there, I was surprised by the heavy defense around Viridian. I mean, sure, they had been found out now, so they had to defend themselves if they were assaulted, but really, did they need this? Giant pokemon of multiple elements standing guard all the way around the gym, and large gates behind the pokemon. The pokemon there were obviously very well trained.
The group flooded into the gates as the Team Rocket guide punched in a code on the gates that lead in. I hesitated before walking in and instead laid my hand upon a giant Blastoise curled up in his shell near the entrance. Its shell was hard, and I could feel its breathing making the shell move just slightly with every sigh. It towered over me and reached the gates in size. I eyed the others who had been on the train, still walking into the gym, and dashed after them. The semi-orientation when we got there was much more comforting than the trip, not that I minded it.
Viridian Gym was a whole lot bigger than I expected. There were panels all over the floor that would transport those who stepped on it to one panel to another in different directions. The puzzle of getting across all of them and down a hidden staircase was surprisingly difficult. As a ground based gym might go, everything else was underground. Statues of legendary pokemon holding torches aligned and lighted the long area when we got down the staircase.
Not much else happened while we were there. Everyone took there seats and eventually a few more groups came. The leader of Team Rocket and Viridian City Gym, Giovanni, introduced us to the ways and purpose of Team Rocket, and explained the basics and where we would be for the next month. Giovanni seemed a lot like me in away as I watched him give a speech carelessly. A brilliant smirk upon his face, and ideas that could match nothing. His head was balding, other then a buzz cut with dark brown hair, and he wore a maroon business suit. Afterwards, we ventured back out through the route and once again we saw the station, which wasn't alone.
Surrounding it were several buildings - an item supplies center for all Rockets, five giant business buildings for the higher in grade Rockets and the actual training, a Mission Assignment Center, and a long, long, long building that represented the training camp. Below it was where I was now, in one of the dorms provided. The training was pretty boring, like school, except only a month long. I already knew everything, and soon enough, I found myself about to be an official Rocket.
So, here I was. A pitch-black room, 5:00 AM in the morning, about to become part of one of the pokemon world's most hated organizations. Gosh, how exciting. I stepped out of bed, now aware of why and how I was doing this. That was important to know when you were going to leave the peace and quiet of a place you were just getting used to. Or at least for me anyway.
I walked steadily over to the table with the PC and the two objects on it, just barely making out the colors used. I picked up the round object and smiled, as it weighed down my hand with its heaviness. A Rocket Ball. Commonly used to steal pokemon, it was made out of pure steel, a pure black on top with a Red "R", and gray on the bottom. My first pokemon. I had made it. Figures, because I hadn't gotten a single thing wrong during training. The other item was Rocket Gear. Had specialized features of Team Rocket - it's own Pokedex that filled in as I went.
I grasped the cold, hard ball that was soon to be my main partner in business, and grinned. I could tell, I had gotten something good. At the end of the training course, they had made us take a test to determine which pokemon we would receive. Generally, the pokemon starters were almost always psychically darkened to agree with humans. I, of course, was already guaranteed to get a good one because of my scores.
At last, I set the two things back down and walked over to the hook, pulling off my new suit, and then walking through the door to a dark bathroom. I kept the lights off, changed into the Rocket suit and eyed myself in the mirror. My skin had always been very white; I didn't get a tan much. However, my short, messy hair was jet black, and I could probably blend in easily if I stuck to the shadows.
I grinned once more and now attached the Rocket ball to my belt and folded the Rocket Gear onto my wrist like a watch. I took one last look around the room before I left to begin my career at last. I had left my home at seventeen, and I questioned myself on whether I could make it the rest of the way. And as the enemy? I didn't honestly expect that. But then again, now Team Rocket were the good guys, not the enemy. I soothed myself carelessly. I knew I could make it. I always make it. With confident thoughts in my head, I trotted up the steps.
That room was pitch dark too. A kitchen, a dining table, and a bed in another corner. Cornelius had been assigned my roommate and instructor. Rather an experienced failure they had decided to give to me for help. I blinked at him snoring loudly in his bed, ruffled brown hair, and tanned skin, then folded out my Rocket Gear. Rocket Gear, unlike regular pokegear, could hold multiple phone numbers, instead of just six. At the top of the phone number list was Cornelius's name, and following was every single rocket that was now there. A lot.
I frowned at my 'instructor' in a bored fashion and exited the building quietly. I had gone out early, so it was still dark, and not many other trainers were out. I unhooked the Rocket ball from my belt. It was spacious enough to let it go. A small, brown, fox like form appeared. What seemed like a necklace around him was white and fluffy, his tail tipped with another spot of white. His ears were pointed and alert, while his feet, though stubby, were clearly fit for agility. I had gotten an Eevee.
The strangest thing was, Team Rocket HQ obviously hadn't changed the Eevee to obey evil plans, or he would have had different fur colors. I bent down and stared at him. Dark sapphire eyes stared at me with utter determination, a hint of natural evil glared at me. Eyes almost the exact same as his stared right back at him. I couldn't help but grin. He was awesome. It had paid off.
I reached my hand out to pet him and he looked as if he was going to snap, but I knew he wouldn't. A pokemon wouldn't bite if it knew the person didn't care if they did or didn't. They'd still get to them with their remaining hand in the end. He was easily smart enough to see that. I stroked him and he bent down, a low growl forming in his throat. "Shut up, I'm bored. Do you know any games before we are doomed to a life of following orders?" I asked him flatly. Now fully awaken, I wasn't just a bit hyper.
Eevee stopped growling and sat up again, still allowing me to run my hand down his soft, powerful back. He looked at me thoughtfully and sniffed my hand, then began clawing at it carelessly. I grinned. Wrong question. This was his idea of a fun game, now wasn't it? Scratches now were covering my entire arm and hand from his sharp claws. It hurt like hell, but I didn't mind. I had the most disobedient, ingenious and powerful pokemon I figured was possible. I was impressed. Oddest of all, I actually liked him. No, not pretended to. Sure, maybe I was a Rocket now, but that doesn't mean I can't show actual care for one of my pokemon.
He locked his jaw onto my arm in an annoying fashion and I sighed. "Okay, your name's Evan. Playtime's over, so you might as well give up on the arm and come with me to get our first mission. Besides, you have to get used to being controlled by a nerdy idiot, or Team Rocket will put you to death," I said pleasantly, smiling as Evan made a face that said "I'm not being controlled by you no matter how much you try and threaten me and I'll be damned if I let you call me that." I stared back at him with a "Then you are," face, and he climbed up to my shoulder with irritation.
The two of use headed a bit farther down to the Mission Assignment Building. It was about five stories, and almost all of the lights were on, making a nice blend with its solid brick surface. I pushed open a door to reveal a room with about ten computers, and technicians lying in sleep right before them. I blinked and my eyes reached the counter stretching across the room, blocking access to the staircase. No one else was there, except for another sleeping worker at the counter.
I walked up to him and grinned at the bell on the counter as Evan played with it. 'Evil but extremely playful. Interesting personality,' I thought to myself, smiling at my new pokemon. The ringing quickly awoke several people in the room, but when the man at the counter woke up, Evan stopped playing with it and sat down to observe the guy now standing up, ready to attend to us.
"Ready for your first assignment? Tell me your name, Giovanni has arranged things for quite a few new Rockets already," he explained, strolling his chair away from Evan, hoping he wouldn't attack him. "Daimaru Akaochi," I answered, reciting my full and rather annoying name. He typed something into the computer and took another glance at me. "Ah hah! You're the one who aced the course. Giovanni would like you to begin by gathering a full team. Call us with progress every week. Steal or catch, your choice. Train them well, it's all good."
I picked up Evan and he immediately responded by clawing at me angrily and then sprinted to the top of my shoulder, now nipping my ear and ruining my face. I chuckled and the guy at the counter raised an eyebrow. "We've had trouble getting rid of that one. We were really hoping you'd get along for once. Extremely anti-social. He almost killed the last rocket that tried to handle him," he told me, wide-eyed at the fact I didn't care about Evan using me as his chew toy.
I hesitated, frowning. He could have been a bit more comforting, couldn't he have? The guy sweated and smiled again. "I mean, good luck, he seems to..like you.in some insane way.." He quickly said and once more laid his head back down upon the counter and fell asleep. Evan stopped scratching me up and sat sturdily on my shoulder, now bored. I petted him lightly as he yawned and curled around my neck. I looked up at the clock. 5:30 AM now.
In only a half an hour we would finally depart. We faced outwards and headed to the Supplies shop, taking some civilian suits, a tent, a lantern, a sleeping back, a backpack, and a few Rocket balls. I had enough cash - not only did they provide us with money when we graduated, but I had a successful job at a Silph Co company computer programming when I was home, and I got plenty of money from that that I saved up. Besides, the stuff was cheap.
OK, I didn't put much action into that chapter, but I hoped you enjoyed. Please review and read next chapter as well!
Heh. I haven't seen any of these so far, so I decided to write one for myself. Basically, it follows the journey of a seventeen year old that joined Team Rocket named Daimaru Akaochi. Was really brain dead on name, sorry. Anyway, I can't really describe, but I hope you enjoy. Uh, PG for slight swearing and typical pokemon violence. And, I've neglected it in my other fics, but I don't own pokemon. I own Daimaru and the other characters. I own most of the descriptions, etc.
My eyelids rose slightly, the dark sapphire of my irises now scanning the pitch-black room I was in. I could just barely see the outlines of a staircase in the left corner, a table right next to the staircase, and alas a door with a hook on it. The table held a phone like object and a round one, sitting together next to a PC. I glanced at the suit hanging from the hook of the door, jet black with a hat, pants, and shirt with a large, red "R" on it.
Yes, just a month ago I had joined Team Rocket, the prime organization in evil and theft. I glanced at the clock. 4:56 AM. My mind began to search for the memory of how I got there. I was in the Team Rocket Training Camp Underground, below a cove in Viridian City. That would explain no windows, and the cold feeling of being surrounded by dirt just outside. I slowly sat up and leaned against my pillow, still reviewing what would happen that very day.
I remembered how it had all started - the explosion in Saffron. Team Rocket bombed Saffron City a few months ago, and stole all the pokemon at their newly opened adoption center. Yet, as I thought about how I felt right then, I wasn't actually afraid. My hometown was being destroyed by a notorious mob, and I felt a feeling of amusement that was more than slight. Ignoring a voice at the back of my head that told me I was a betraying little runt.
Sure, I was short. Not that it matters. I never really fit in to the pokemon world, the entire training business. That's why I still hadn't gone to become a trainer. I had gone through school my whole life, acing every subject. It's fine with me. People had told me I should become a pokemon trainer, because I had a real gift with them. Did I? Not quite. That's why I'd joined Team Rocket, right? I yearned for power among these amazing creatures, especially with my knowledge of all of them.
That was another reason they had accepted me into Team Rocket - I was a genius on everything pokemon and not. I knew how to handle them, and even if I was living a lie by pretending to be nice to a pokemon, I wouldn't care, they'd listen, they'd learn, and they'd fight a whole lot better. I knew how to charm all of them. I knew how to train all of them. Damnit, I'm just good.
I could work well with them and still have a heart of steel. I gained pleasure from others mental pain, and I gain mental pain from nothing. As soon as I found out in the Newspaper that Team Rockets hideout was in Viridian Gym, I sent in an application, hoping I'd be accepted. In fact, I can still remember the trip there after I got a letter back.
It, of course, had to be done secretly, with all the high security against them these days. They had said all new Rockets had to head to the Train Station in Saffron at 2:00 AM Sharp or before. That was easy for me, I luckily lived there, and though Saffron does get a bit confusing at times, I know my way around with ease. But then again, getting there unnoticed might be a problem. One false action on the way there could trigger the end of Team Rocket's acceptance to new people.
Anyway, that night, I slid out carefully, only hoping that the Train Station would be open, and this was real. To tell the truth, I couldn't even believe I was getting out. And as I walked there carefully, in all black, I thought about how my family would feel. At least, I didn't have any friends, so I didn't have to think about them. It made me shudder leaving those close to me, and leading a life of betrayal, with a team that had almost killed them once and would hope to do it again for some rare and powerful pokemon. But I ignored the accusing thoughts and went on.
Eventually, I reached the Train Station. I had made it out of the eerie streets that reminded me of what I was giving up. The door looked like it always did. After being repaired, the station wouldn't be in service for a while, so as the closed sign hung lightly over the clean, seemingly untouched window, I turned the knob. It creaked, and I had made it in. If Team Rocket weren't there, it wouldn't be open. Besides, there was what seemed like hundreds of others there anyway, sitting, waiting to be taken to Viridian Team Rocket HQ for Training.
Alas, the dark figure at the door flinched as the sound of the magnet train rushing back in arrival chimed in our ears. "Come on, the first load is done, all who received 2 AM invitations depart now," he said in a rusty, evil voice, opening up the door to the giant magnet train. Most of the room stood up and stepped aboard. I was last on board, but the train was long enough to have plenty of seating left.
The lights were on in the magnet train. My eyes quickly adjusted. The train was very high class. The seats were all velvet and a fitting red. The halls were wide and spacey, and there was even plenty of legroom. There were pockets in the back of each seat for storing things, and nice armrests that could be adjusted. The seats even came in rows of threes. If I took up all the armrests I could lie down and take a rest. I'm pretty sure that we would get free food if this were an actual ride. However, this all seemed sort of unnecessary for a speedy train like this.
Immediately we arrived. No, not in Goldenrod. This train had somehow gone all the way to Viridian instead. The trip to the gym after being on the train was harsh. Evidently, the station we had been at was very well hidden, and we had to walk for at least three miles through the night wild life to get to Viridian. From what I've noticed, I believe the station is in a cove far in the depths near Indigo Plateau.
When we got there, I was surprised by the heavy defense around Viridian. I mean, sure, they had been found out now, so they had to defend themselves if they were assaulted, but really, did they need this? Giant pokemon of multiple elements standing guard all the way around the gym, and large gates behind the pokemon. The pokemon there were obviously very well trained.
The group flooded into the gates as the Team Rocket guide punched in a code on the gates that lead in. I hesitated before walking in and instead laid my hand upon a giant Blastoise curled up in his shell near the entrance. Its shell was hard, and I could feel its breathing making the shell move just slightly with every sigh. It towered over me and reached the gates in size. I eyed the others who had been on the train, still walking into the gym, and dashed after them. The semi-orientation when we got there was much more comforting than the trip, not that I minded it.
Viridian Gym was a whole lot bigger than I expected. There were panels all over the floor that would transport those who stepped on it to one panel to another in different directions. The puzzle of getting across all of them and down a hidden staircase was surprisingly difficult. As a ground based gym might go, everything else was underground. Statues of legendary pokemon holding torches aligned and lighted the long area when we got down the staircase.
Not much else happened while we were there. Everyone took there seats and eventually a few more groups came. The leader of Team Rocket and Viridian City Gym, Giovanni, introduced us to the ways and purpose of Team Rocket, and explained the basics and where we would be for the next month. Giovanni seemed a lot like me in away as I watched him give a speech carelessly. A brilliant smirk upon his face, and ideas that could match nothing. His head was balding, other then a buzz cut with dark brown hair, and he wore a maroon business suit. Afterwards, we ventured back out through the route and once again we saw the station, which wasn't alone.
Surrounding it were several buildings - an item supplies center for all Rockets, five giant business buildings for the higher in grade Rockets and the actual training, a Mission Assignment Center, and a long, long, long building that represented the training camp. Below it was where I was now, in one of the dorms provided. The training was pretty boring, like school, except only a month long. I already knew everything, and soon enough, I found myself about to be an official Rocket.
So, here I was. A pitch-black room, 5:00 AM in the morning, about to become part of one of the pokemon world's most hated organizations. Gosh, how exciting. I stepped out of bed, now aware of why and how I was doing this. That was important to know when you were going to leave the peace and quiet of a place you were just getting used to. Or at least for me anyway.
I walked steadily over to the table with the PC and the two objects on it, just barely making out the colors used. I picked up the round object and smiled, as it weighed down my hand with its heaviness. A Rocket Ball. Commonly used to steal pokemon, it was made out of pure steel, a pure black on top with a Red "R", and gray on the bottom. My first pokemon. I had made it. Figures, because I hadn't gotten a single thing wrong during training. The other item was Rocket Gear. Had specialized features of Team Rocket - it's own Pokedex that filled in as I went.
I grasped the cold, hard ball that was soon to be my main partner in business, and grinned. I could tell, I had gotten something good. At the end of the training course, they had made us take a test to determine which pokemon we would receive. Generally, the pokemon starters were almost always psychically darkened to agree with humans. I, of course, was already guaranteed to get a good one because of my scores.
At last, I set the two things back down and walked over to the hook, pulling off my new suit, and then walking through the door to a dark bathroom. I kept the lights off, changed into the Rocket suit and eyed myself in the mirror. My skin had always been very white; I didn't get a tan much. However, my short, messy hair was jet black, and I could probably blend in easily if I stuck to the shadows.
I grinned once more and now attached the Rocket ball to my belt and folded the Rocket Gear onto my wrist like a watch. I took one last look around the room before I left to begin my career at last. I had left my home at seventeen, and I questioned myself on whether I could make it the rest of the way. And as the enemy? I didn't honestly expect that. But then again, now Team Rocket were the good guys, not the enemy. I soothed myself carelessly. I knew I could make it. I always make it. With confident thoughts in my head, I trotted up the steps.
That room was pitch dark too. A kitchen, a dining table, and a bed in another corner. Cornelius had been assigned my roommate and instructor. Rather an experienced failure they had decided to give to me for help. I blinked at him snoring loudly in his bed, ruffled brown hair, and tanned skin, then folded out my Rocket Gear. Rocket Gear, unlike regular pokegear, could hold multiple phone numbers, instead of just six. At the top of the phone number list was Cornelius's name, and following was every single rocket that was now there. A lot.
I frowned at my 'instructor' in a bored fashion and exited the building quietly. I had gone out early, so it was still dark, and not many other trainers were out. I unhooked the Rocket ball from my belt. It was spacious enough to let it go. A small, brown, fox like form appeared. What seemed like a necklace around him was white and fluffy, his tail tipped with another spot of white. His ears were pointed and alert, while his feet, though stubby, were clearly fit for agility. I had gotten an Eevee.
The strangest thing was, Team Rocket HQ obviously hadn't changed the Eevee to obey evil plans, or he would have had different fur colors. I bent down and stared at him. Dark sapphire eyes stared at me with utter determination, a hint of natural evil glared at me. Eyes almost the exact same as his stared right back at him. I couldn't help but grin. He was awesome. It had paid off.
I reached my hand out to pet him and he looked as if he was going to snap, but I knew he wouldn't. A pokemon wouldn't bite if it knew the person didn't care if they did or didn't. They'd still get to them with their remaining hand in the end. He was easily smart enough to see that. I stroked him and he bent down, a low growl forming in his throat. "Shut up, I'm bored. Do you know any games before we are doomed to a life of following orders?" I asked him flatly. Now fully awaken, I wasn't just a bit hyper.
Eevee stopped growling and sat up again, still allowing me to run my hand down his soft, powerful back. He looked at me thoughtfully and sniffed my hand, then began clawing at it carelessly. I grinned. Wrong question. This was his idea of a fun game, now wasn't it? Scratches now were covering my entire arm and hand from his sharp claws. It hurt like hell, but I didn't mind. I had the most disobedient, ingenious and powerful pokemon I figured was possible. I was impressed. Oddest of all, I actually liked him. No, not pretended to. Sure, maybe I was a Rocket now, but that doesn't mean I can't show actual care for one of my pokemon.
He locked his jaw onto my arm in an annoying fashion and I sighed. "Okay, your name's Evan. Playtime's over, so you might as well give up on the arm and come with me to get our first mission. Besides, you have to get used to being controlled by a nerdy idiot, or Team Rocket will put you to death," I said pleasantly, smiling as Evan made a face that said "I'm not being controlled by you no matter how much you try and threaten me and I'll be damned if I let you call me that." I stared back at him with a "Then you are," face, and he climbed up to my shoulder with irritation.
The two of use headed a bit farther down to the Mission Assignment Building. It was about five stories, and almost all of the lights were on, making a nice blend with its solid brick surface. I pushed open a door to reveal a room with about ten computers, and technicians lying in sleep right before them. I blinked and my eyes reached the counter stretching across the room, blocking access to the staircase. No one else was there, except for another sleeping worker at the counter.
I walked up to him and grinned at the bell on the counter as Evan played with it. 'Evil but extremely playful. Interesting personality,' I thought to myself, smiling at my new pokemon. The ringing quickly awoke several people in the room, but when the man at the counter woke up, Evan stopped playing with it and sat down to observe the guy now standing up, ready to attend to us.
"Ready for your first assignment? Tell me your name, Giovanni has arranged things for quite a few new Rockets already," he explained, strolling his chair away from Evan, hoping he wouldn't attack him. "Daimaru Akaochi," I answered, reciting my full and rather annoying name. He typed something into the computer and took another glance at me. "Ah hah! You're the one who aced the course. Giovanni would like you to begin by gathering a full team. Call us with progress every week. Steal or catch, your choice. Train them well, it's all good."
I picked up Evan and he immediately responded by clawing at me angrily and then sprinted to the top of my shoulder, now nipping my ear and ruining my face. I chuckled and the guy at the counter raised an eyebrow. "We've had trouble getting rid of that one. We were really hoping you'd get along for once. Extremely anti-social. He almost killed the last rocket that tried to handle him," he told me, wide-eyed at the fact I didn't care about Evan using me as his chew toy.
I hesitated, frowning. He could have been a bit more comforting, couldn't he have? The guy sweated and smiled again. "I mean, good luck, he seems to..like you.in some insane way.." He quickly said and once more laid his head back down upon the counter and fell asleep. Evan stopped scratching me up and sat sturdily on my shoulder, now bored. I petted him lightly as he yawned and curled around my neck. I looked up at the clock. 5:30 AM now.
In only a half an hour we would finally depart. We faced outwards and headed to the Supplies shop, taking some civilian suits, a tent, a lantern, a sleeping back, a backpack, and a few Rocket balls. I had enough cash - not only did they provide us with money when we graduated, but I had a successful job at a Silph Co company computer programming when I was home, and I got plenty of money from that that I saved up. Besides, the stuff was cheap.
OK, I didn't put much action into that chapter, but I hoped you enjoyed. Please review and read next chapter as well!