Author's note: I just played Pokemon Gold today and realized I made a mistake: I called Cinnabar champion August. His name's Blaine, August is in the French version. Sorry !
WARNING: Le Français' language in this chapter may not be suitable for younger people. Translate it if you want, but you will be warned !
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At the port, there was a black Limousine. They got on it and met a tall man in an Italian suit.
"Good morning, ladies, he said. And here are the twins, finally together: Mewtwo and Metal-Mewtwo."
"You are the Boss ?"
"Yes, Mewtwo, but I'm more known as Giovanni. So, Metal, how does he progress ?"
"Great. He has no special attacks yet but he could defeat any opponents on the ring."
"Glad to hear that. Mewtwo, you think you can handle it ?"
The clone looked at Sabrina.
« We'll try… »
They arrived in Saffron City, with it's huge skyscrapers and it's horrible traffic. They had lunch at an Italian restaurant, and Giovanni said that they had all the afternoon for themselves. They just had to be at Ritz Hotel for 7:00 pm.
The twins were talking about what they should do when Sabrina grabbed them by the arm:
"Thanks God, you're here ! I need you two, guys !"
"For what ?"
"For shopping, of course !"
What a great afternoon it will be…
The restaurant and the dancing hall of the Ritz were crowded. It was a party organized for the CPT competitors. Metal left them and went to dance with a group of pretty Cerlueanian girls ( as he says himself, even a cybernetic may have fun ). Mewtwo and his trainer were trying to find Giovanni and Victoria's table, when a young body-builded man invited Sabrina for a drink.
"No, thanks."
"Come on, just a drink !"
"Thanks but… I'm waited."
"Oh, come on ! Or maybe a dance ?"
"I am not interested !"
"Don't play the bitch !"
Mewtwo decided to interfere:
"She said she's not interested. It means get the fuck off now !"
"What's that ? A pokemon ? You try to interfere in human's stories, guy, you will regret that !"
He sent a Hitmonlee to fight. The ninja pokemon threw a high kick that Mewtwo blocked easily. A security guy came and told them to stop fighting in a second, or they'd be booted out of the place.
« OK, said the guy, then we'll wait tomorrow. And I promise I'll get you. »
He recalled his pokemon and got away. Sabrina kissed her pokemon on the cheek.
« Thanks, Mewty, that was cute. »
Mewty… nice nickname…
They finally found the table and sat to have a drink. They were talking about anything when…
« Macaroni ! »
Giovanni turned back when he heard his old nickname. Le Français was there, watching him with hatred. The Rocket leader got up and took a huge Cuban cigar.
"What a pleasant surprise ! You want a smoke ?"
"Vire-moi ce barreau de chaise avant que je t'en fasse un suppositoire que t'allumeras par les naseaux !"
"What a vulgarity ! Andin your mothertongue ! Aren't you ashamed ?"
"My mother spoke like that. Héritage familial."
"I see… so, how are you ?"
"And you dare asking me that, after what you did to me ?"
"What are you talking about ?"
"I'm talking about that « coup fumant » in Naples."
"But it was twenty years ago."
"Twenty-one years, six months, fourteen days and nine hours. We shared the sum equally, you remember ? You took the fifteen million dollars and I took the fifteen years jail ! Alors un conseil, mon pote, surveille tes arrières parce que je raterai pas une occasion de te baiser."
Then he approached Mewtwo and told him discreetly:
« De toi à moi: you deserve much better. »
Then he got away. Giovanni sat down and said:
"Don't worry about that fool. He can't even speak in proper English !"
"I was told he is a competitor."
"He is, Mewtwo."
"Some say he is very good."
"Yes, but who can beat you ?"
"Metal could."
"It's not his purpose. You're meant to be partners, not foes. You'll never fight each other."
Mewtwo was about to reply, but he decided to shut up. He respected his older brother, but deep inside himself, he heard a voice saying that Giovanni was wrong…
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Extra Info: Macaroni: I don't know if it's the same for you, but in France, we use to call Italian people by pasta names.
Next Chapter will be the Tournament !
