Beep!.....Beep!.....CRASH! The sound of a falling alarm clock followed shortly afterwards by an annoyed groan. With the faint sound of rustling sheets and a soft gasp as bare feet touched the cold floor Nameless prepared himself to greet the day. Garnet eyes glanced over at the mirror across the room, a frown appearing as the boy ran a hand through the thick mane of silver hair that was tousled by the previous night's sleep. Long, slim fingers snagged tangles, making the clone hiss in pain and exasperation. Working his hands free of his thick hair Nameless pushed himself onto his feet to search the room he had been given for clean clothes.

The clone roughly pushed the sliding door of his closet aside, rummaging through the standard red and black clothes that the Rockets wore. It was obvious that the boy disliked the dark colors; he thought that they made him look dead. Had they been white and red they would have been acceptable; that color combination didn't make him look like a corpse dressed up for its funeral. Shaking his head the clone grabbed a random shirt and pair of pants then got dressed.

He was just beginning to slip on his boots when someone rapped impatiently on his door. Nameless slipped into the second boot then went to answer the door. Inquisitive maroon eyes glanced up at Cassidy and Butch, the haunting gaze which could make anyone squirm uncomfortably when it was trained on them. These two were no exception.

"Yes, what do you want?" Nameless asked, his voice still holding that childish pitch. Due to his bio-engineered DNA he had aged several years in the past few months upon reaching HQ. The rapid growth was beginning to taper off, as it had been designed to do. Though he should only be a mere toddler he was already a pre-teen. Another fact that disturbed most in the HQ.

"The Boss wants to see you kid." Butch replied in his hoarse voice that irritated Nameless to no end.

"Said something about giving you a Pokemon and start your training." Cassidy added. Nameless tilted his head slightly then followed the Rockets as they led the way to Giovanni's office. 'I'd much rather have a name then a Pokemon.' Nameless thought to himself bitterly, dropping back a few feet until the duo's Raticate pushed him forward.

They left him outside the office, letting him wait alone to be buzzed in. His wait was short. Giovanni's Persian looked up and gave a short purr in his direction as Nameless stepped inside the lavishly decorated office. Thankfully his eyes had grown accustomed to the harsh florescent lights over the past few months. He kept his eyes trained on the floor, awaiting Giovanni's acknowledgement so he could raise his head.

"Come my young friend. I have something that I want to show you." The man said after a moment, standing up and walking around the desk to rest his hand on Nameless's shoulder. The clone looked up at him and nodded, walking where Giovanni directed him. Giovanni paused long enough to type in an access code then continued to lead the boy into a room filled with assorted cages and tanks, each one filled with a Pokemon of some sort.

"These are all my Pokemon, but you are smart enough to know that aren't you? Anyway, it has come to my attention that you are here living freely off my generosity." The man paused, making Nameless look up at him. "It's about time that you started earning your keep around here. There is a new shipment of Pokemon arriving in a few hours. Meet Cassidy and Butch by the back gate. They will assign you a Pokemon and over see your training. I will let you explore this room to get an idea of what Pokemon you might like but do NOT touch anything." With that said the Boss turned and left, leaving his Persian to make sure that Nameless didn't touch anything.

Nameless sighed and did as he was told, looking but not touching. Several of the Pokemon stirred in their cages to look at him. The Golem grumbled softly as he passed. The Gyarados hissed as the cloned human walked past its tank. All of the Pokemon he saw were interesting yes, but none really interested him. He remained in the cage filled room until Raticate came to fetch him.

Nameless stood between Cassidy and Butch, his hand resting lightly on Raticate's head as he studied the Pokemon being unloaded from the tractor trailer trucks, the Rockets lining them up as that he could have a good look at them. Some of them were angry; others subdued, and even a few injured ones. A contemplative frown set itself on the clone's face as he studied each one in turn.

"That one." He said, pointing to the only Houndour in the group as he looked up at the two. Cassidy smirked and nodded, signaling to the Rocket tending the Pokemon to give Nameless the Pokeball used to capture the Dark canine. Now the training would begin.

~Time lapse. I seem to do that a lot, don't I?~

The clone lay stretched out on his stomach, watching as his Houndour, which he had named Pyro on a spur of the moment kind of thing, as it scratched at his door. The youth couldn't blame the Pokemon. Cassidy and Butch had ordered them not to leave his room until further notice after he and Pyro accidentally blew their cover on the clone's first mission. It was then that he first earned his new name: Dc, which was short for Defective Clone. He wasn't sure that he liked this new name anymore then he liked the old one but he would deal with it. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure of anything anymore. He didn't have the urge to be violent towards his Pokemon, nor did he have any real interest in harming another's Pokemon so he stood out like a sore thumb from the other trainees. He did, however, have an intense drive to steal. After all, it was what he had been created for in the first place when the idea was conceived to create a human clone. He would have eventually ended up in Team Rocket from what he had gathered from Giovanni, who promised him that he would soon rule Team Rocket by his side.

Pyro whined and scampered back over to his trainer, who he loved unconditionally. Dc never raised his voice, nor did he strike him like he had seen other Rockets did to their Pokemon. Dc actually acknowledged and praised Pyro's intelligence and feelings rather then suppress them. The Houndour lightly leapt up onto the boy's bed, nuzzling him with a soft whine. Dc idly scratched the canine behind his ears, sitting up and sighing. Pyro lay beside his trainer, resting his head on the albino youth's knee. Dc smirked faintly, rubbing under the Dark/Fire type's chin.

"We'll do better next time, right buddy? We'll show them that we aren't defective." The boy said, just as much to reassure himself as to reassure his Pokemon. Yes, they would do better next time judging from the embers smoldering in the youth's eyes. He would show Giovanni that he was worthy of rising in the ranks of Team Rocket. He would show them all.

A/N: Yep, another chapter finished. Hopefully this story will do better then most of my other ones. I'll be involving more familiar characters from the show (i.e Ash, Misty, Brock, etc) but it might not be until Dc catches/steals his first Pokemon, whichever comes first. Mewtwo will show up again later and all so...I hope to have another chapter up by Wednesday. And can you please vote in the poll below? It will help continue the story.

What should be Dc's first captured/stolen Pokemon be?

Meowth

Pidgey

Eevee

Ponyta

Other (just post in your review what Pokemon you think it should be)