Dc stood beside Giovanni, watching the recently returned teams
deposit and show off their newest stolen Pokemon. The cloned being didn't
understand why the Boss would want him to witness this, just as he didn't
grasp the hidden motives behind all of Giovanni's moves. His hand absently
clutched Pyro's pokeball as he watched the captured Pokemon look around in
bewilderment. Most of them were fully evolved or just about ready to be
from the looks of them. However, one of the most pathetic sights greeted
his eyes as the pair named Jessie and James stumbled forward, Jess
stammering over her words as she explained that they had failed..again.
Giovanni's anger and annoyance at the two was practically a living force, reminding Dc of the caged Gyarados Giovanni kept; all seething violence that, if not kept in check, would result in the destruction of something. He watched them cower and beg for a second chance. Giovanni was silent for a moment before replying to their plea for forgiveness.
"I'm not even sure why I do this to myself but I am giving you three pathetic excuses another chance." He had to pause and wait out their exclamations of 'Thank you sir!' "However, to ensure that you bumbling idiots don't screw up again I am sending someone to observe you and, should you fail, he will carry out your mission for you." With that said Giovanni turned to Dc. "You will go with them. Make sure they don't screw up." Despite his shock the clone nodded, turning and calmly walking down the stairs to stand near them.
"Get moving. You have work to do!" Giovanni snapped, sending Jessie and James scrambling to comply with his orders. Dc frowned and shook his head slightly before following the dimwitted morons.
~You should know what this means by now -.- ~~
"I'm tired."
"I'm hungry."
"My feet hurt."
"Do you ever shut up? You always have something to complain about."
Their non-stop whining had begun to grind Dc's last nerve. He had no clue why Giovanni had sent him along with these fools who couldn't even walk two miles without begging for food and complaining about their feet hurting. Now, Dc considered himself a fairly mild tempered person, but these three were enough to make him snap and strangle somebody!
"I'm beginning to see why you three never catch anything! You complain so loudly that no Pokemon in its right mind would allow itself to get anywhere near you!"
"Well we don't see you with any Pokemon besides that Houndour the Boss gave you." James pointed out, pausing and crossing his arms. Dc's eyes sparked as he spun around to face the older boy.
"Want to repeat that?" He asked, his voice gone soft and silky, a tone associated with him only. James squeaked and backed down, flinching under the ruby fires burning in the boy's eyes.
"Yeesh, calm down kid." Meowth said, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together behind his head as he walked past the two teenage males. Dc seriously thought about kicking the little cat but thought better of it. He turned away from James and continued walking, grumbling to himself. Jessie and James exchanged glances; they would give him his space for now.
Nothing was said for the rest of the day, at least not while Dc was likely to overhear them. Come nightfall Dc separated himself from the three, content to polish Pyro's pokeball. He couldn't help but frown as he remembered James's comment earlier about only having one Pokemon, one given to him as a matter of fact.
His anger both rose and ebbed away as he studied the pokeball in his hand, its gleaming red and white surface reflecting his image right back at him. Odd, how such a perfect little sphere could represent him. Its colors matched his natural appearance, all silver, ashen, and scarlet. It seemed innocent enough yet its ball-shape belied the ability to capture living beings that were weakened in battles, a barbaric thing in Dc's eyes. A slight frown set itself stubbornly on his face as he reminded himself that that was just the way the world worked. He would eventually have to capture a Pokemon on his own, one that he would have to weaken. Shaking his head Dc replaced Pyro's pokeball in its slot on his belt and curled up beneath the willowy branches of the oak he had settled under. Perhaps things would look better in the morning.
A/N: You are all going to shoot me for the poor quality and length of this chapter, but I was a little upset about something that had happened at school when I was writing this, not to mention the fact that I was trying to get this finished before I go to Youth Group tonight. We're going to eat pizza and watch Bruce Almighty! YAY! Anyway, I promised a chapter by today and here it is. Next chapter: Dc catches his first Pokemon! You still have a chance to vote in the poll found in chapter two so get your votes in! Thanks ^_^
Giovanni's anger and annoyance at the two was practically a living force, reminding Dc of the caged Gyarados Giovanni kept; all seething violence that, if not kept in check, would result in the destruction of something. He watched them cower and beg for a second chance. Giovanni was silent for a moment before replying to their plea for forgiveness.
"I'm not even sure why I do this to myself but I am giving you three pathetic excuses another chance." He had to pause and wait out their exclamations of 'Thank you sir!' "However, to ensure that you bumbling idiots don't screw up again I am sending someone to observe you and, should you fail, he will carry out your mission for you." With that said Giovanni turned to Dc. "You will go with them. Make sure they don't screw up." Despite his shock the clone nodded, turning and calmly walking down the stairs to stand near them.
"Get moving. You have work to do!" Giovanni snapped, sending Jessie and James scrambling to comply with his orders. Dc frowned and shook his head slightly before following the dimwitted morons.
~You should know what this means by now -.- ~~
"I'm tired."
"I'm hungry."
"My feet hurt."
"Do you ever shut up? You always have something to complain about."
Their non-stop whining had begun to grind Dc's last nerve. He had no clue why Giovanni had sent him along with these fools who couldn't even walk two miles without begging for food and complaining about their feet hurting. Now, Dc considered himself a fairly mild tempered person, but these three were enough to make him snap and strangle somebody!
"I'm beginning to see why you three never catch anything! You complain so loudly that no Pokemon in its right mind would allow itself to get anywhere near you!"
"Well we don't see you with any Pokemon besides that Houndour the Boss gave you." James pointed out, pausing and crossing his arms. Dc's eyes sparked as he spun around to face the older boy.
"Want to repeat that?" He asked, his voice gone soft and silky, a tone associated with him only. James squeaked and backed down, flinching under the ruby fires burning in the boy's eyes.
"Yeesh, calm down kid." Meowth said, his eyes closed and his hands clasped together behind his head as he walked past the two teenage males. Dc seriously thought about kicking the little cat but thought better of it. He turned away from James and continued walking, grumbling to himself. Jessie and James exchanged glances; they would give him his space for now.
Nothing was said for the rest of the day, at least not while Dc was likely to overhear them. Come nightfall Dc separated himself from the three, content to polish Pyro's pokeball. He couldn't help but frown as he remembered James's comment earlier about only having one Pokemon, one given to him as a matter of fact.
His anger both rose and ebbed away as he studied the pokeball in his hand, its gleaming red and white surface reflecting his image right back at him. Odd, how such a perfect little sphere could represent him. Its colors matched his natural appearance, all silver, ashen, and scarlet. It seemed innocent enough yet its ball-shape belied the ability to capture living beings that were weakened in battles, a barbaric thing in Dc's eyes. A slight frown set itself stubbornly on his face as he reminded himself that that was just the way the world worked. He would eventually have to capture a Pokemon on his own, one that he would have to weaken. Shaking his head Dc replaced Pyro's pokeball in its slot on his belt and curled up beneath the willowy branches of the oak he had settled under. Perhaps things would look better in the morning.
A/N: You are all going to shoot me for the poor quality and length of this chapter, but I was a little upset about something that had happened at school when I was writing this, not to mention the fact that I was trying to get this finished before I go to Youth Group tonight. We're going to eat pizza and watch Bruce Almighty! YAY! Anyway, I promised a chapter by today and here it is. Next chapter: Dc catches his first Pokemon! You still have a chance to vote in the poll found in chapter two so get your votes in! Thanks ^_^
