The Grandee

Chapter Five

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon

I didn't know what I was feeling. It was a mixture between shock and excitement and realization. How could they have done this? Both Silver and Daias looked at me expectantly, waiting for a reply.

"You..you mean to tell me that you've created a new Pokémon?" My brows furrowed as I observed the picture of Legizeroth on the hologram. It was a prototype, but it looked so real on the electronic screen. I reached out towards it, turning my hand in its bluish glow and distorting the image. Daias' hand quickly took hold of my wrist and pulled it down.

"Best you not do that. And no, I didn't create it, Silver did." My eyes travelled to Silver, who hadn't said a word this whole time. "He really is such an intelligent man. The best scientist we have in Team Rocket, actually."

I could tell he had a sense of pride when Daias praised him, and feeling less of a jerk, I noticed, he explained, "Legizeroth is the first fire and ice type Pokémon that was meant to hold balance within itself; balance within the world of Pokémon. And because of this, I idealized that it could call all of the legendaries to one spot to be studied."

"You mean to be captured." I pointed out, placing my hands on my hips. "It won't work. Look what happened when Giovanni created Mewtwo. Did Team Rocket win then? No, and because of that, the poor Pokémon suffered. I refuse to be the ginny pig. Your just duplicating your father's mistakes."

Silver looked serious and in a soft manner spoke, "Even though neither of us knew who he was doesn't mean he was evil."

I couldn't believe he was sympathizing with the man that was our enemy. Sure, I would admit Giovanni's mind wasn't the epitome of pure evil, it was just that his decision to devote his life to capturing legendaries and taking advantage of their power to rule the world wasn't in any sense good. He was raised on what he was taught, but Silver was never taught any of this. Though since Daias was the main executive who had influence over him...

"So your basically in charge until Silver is of the proper age?" I assumed towards the man clad in black. He shook his head.

"While I do watch over our boss until he is twenty, he is permitted to make his own decisions within my consent."

"So that's a yes."

Daias was baffled but regained composure with a sneer. "It seems that your old friend here will be a fractious guest though you say she is an asset." He moved his hand by his ear, where I noticed for the first time he had an earphone. In a fluid movement, he turned around and started to the door. As he whispered into the radio, his head moved to where his slanted eyes were boring into mine. I couldn't hear what he said, but I knew it wasn't something flattering on my part. When he was gone, I gazed back at the hologram of Legizeroth.

"Do...you like it?" Silver gestured towards the creature. I stopped to recognize his calm tone. What, was he bipolar?

"And your not angry anymore?" When Daias had left, I observed Silver's shoulders straightened, and for a moment, it was as if he let out all of his breath in relief.

"Lyra...I'm confused. I'm not like how I used to be because of all...this." He gestured towards his big office and then frowned. "I was hoping you would understand but it seems like I was wrong." He slowly walked over to his desk and closed the hologram that held the miniature picture of Legizeroth. "And that's why I created it. I was nervous and afraid in the beginning. Daias took me in and started teaching me things I never thought I would be able to do." He brought his hands up to look at them in marvel, the Rocket heirloom glinting against the overhead lights. "He told me if I was to succeed in doing what Giovanni couldn't that I have free reign over Team Rocket."

My eyes widened, taking in everything he was saying; feeling the pressure and anxiety radiating from his body. Was I wrong about him?

Silver continued, "So I thought if I controlled the organization, I could use it for the right instead of the wrong." He frowned at his hands then and shoved them in his pockets. "But that's when I became disgusted with myself. Right under my nose, their was Daias, showing the true colors of the Rocket cult. I couldn't protest though. I'm still only eighteen."

I knew it. Daias was no good. His aura encompassed no fortune to gain by others; he was selfish.

"Is there something he wants?" I prodded. Silver sat down in his chair that was too big for him.

"No. But from what I'm guessing, he's interested in this." As if it might get snatched by the executive at any moment, he gingerly lifted his hand to show the ring. I moved quietly towards his desk, trying to get a better look. I wasn't surprised at its features. If I'd known that there was such a ring, I would have imagined it the exact same way as I was currently seeing it.

A ruby held by silver 'R's on the sides attached to the band that encircled his finger. It looked valuable.

"He wants it for the money?" I questioned.

"I don't know. I haven't been able to discern his intentions." Silver sighed tiredly and looked at his desk clock. "I guess sleep isn't coming to greet me anytime soon. I've got to keep working."

When I glanced down, I saw his papers scattered everywhere. I noticed some were matters concerning the illegal exchanging of powerful Pokémon to clients and the rest and majority were notes on Legizeroth.

Now what was I suppose to think of him? He was divided between someone I once knew, and the leader of the nefarious Team Rocket. I couldn't tell whose side he was on at this point, so I questioned him my thoughts.

"So what are you going to do?" He cast a glance my way, studying my figure for awhile. I hadn't realized I was leaning against his desk, so close to him, and I jumped back quickly. The room was filled with a pregnant silence and I grew uncomfortable. There was so much I still wanted to ask him, so much I needed to know. But something inside me couldn't do it. A lonely feeling swept over me. Did Silver feel the same, only for the past four years? I couldn't tell. He was just like his picture out in the hall somewhere, placed majestically up in a long and narrow hallway, but looking at nothing but another barrier parallel to him. Or was he as terrible as Daias seemed to be? Caring not for the illegal crimes he has to abide to? If the stuck-up bastard was somehow Silver's mentor in all things foul and dark, could it have rubbed off on him?

I felt sick just thinking about it. I realized my red-haired friend was terrible before, and if it really was his natural demeanor, could it be for real this time? He was, after all, the son of Giovanni. My stomach turned uneasily.

The look in his eyes didn't help. They were unfathomable so I couldn't guess if he thought what I hoped, or what I dreaded. I felt helpless thinking he could turn into a monster.

His mouth opened finally, but before any words came out, the main doors slid open with a big whoosh.

"Looky here, Quagsire, Ethan isn't useless after all." I grimaced, feeling a lot sicker hearing that twisted voice. "Me and a couple of other guys had a bet to see if he could capture you. Looks like I just lost fifteen Pokédollars." I didn't turn around. Silver noticed this.

"Proton. What are you doing here? It's too late for unauthorized grunts to be roaming this wing."

"Don't you mean too early?" He inquired, and I could hear him stride over next to me. Shooting him a look that could kill, my memories went back to when we met at the electrical plant in Mahogany Town. Glancing at the two of us, he grinned. "So how's the reunion?"

Neither of us answered, but I could tell Silver wasn't happy. "What is it that you need?"

Proton raised his brows and cocked his head. "I'm here to collect Lyra. A Daias order, if you weren't informed."

"No, I wasn't." The red-haired man replied annoyingly. Quagsire came up to me and took my hand. When I went to look down and tried to smile at it, I was taken aback by its squinty eyes and smirk reflecting Proton's personality. My heart fell.

"Quag. Quagsire."

"Well then, were off!" Proton turned to walk off flippantly while his Pokémon tugged at me like I was its prisoner. When I gazed back at Silver, his head was in his hands.

The door closed between us.

I glared back at Proton for awhile, and he pretended not to notice. Sometimes as we walked down the corridors, his eyes would slide towards me either in surveillance or observation, I couldn't tell. He was, like last time, ambiguous. Then, he casually slid them back to look ahead. I got fed up with it.

"What is it? Something on my face?" Quagsire's grip tightened and Proton took out a key from his pocket. Its not like I was going to escape. I had no where to run that would be recognizable.

"No, not at all." We came to a door where he unlocked it, followed by a click. I presumed this to be my room, the one I was in before I explored the base a little. But I was very much mistaken.

"Let's see what's behind door number one..." What he revealed was not my room, but instead, something that could have come from a Pokémillionare magazine. I gawked.

"This is where I'll be staying?" Proton nodded. When Quagsire let go, I slowly entered the room and took in the large surroundings. Beautiful furniture, beautiful decorations...

"I had no idea Team Rocket could be so...fancy." I voiced my thoughts aloud. The executive laughed.

"I told you we've improved. Even in our style." He sighed pleasantly and clasped his hands behind his head. "This room is only for the special guys. I wonder why Daias let you stay in it."

I cringed at both the name and the proximity of Proton by me.

"Probably some incentive to make me shut-up."

"Yeah, your probably right." He strode over to a glass case with Poké Balls in it and gestured his hand towards them. "Those are your buddies."

My Pokémon. Oh Arceus. I completely forgot about my Pokémon. I bounded over to the curio and tried opening the lock but realized it was digital. In a frenzy, I started banging the glass. "Why won't it open! Give me my Pokémon back!"

Proton watched with interest as I grew angry and he chuckled.

"Daias also told me to put them there. Sorry, the glass doesn't break. As hard as you may try and hit it, you wont even manage to scratch it."

That...that..."Ugh!" I shouted and stomped over to the bed that I proceeded to flop on without pulling down the covers, messing up all of the pretty pillows. "...Not if Silver has a say in it." I murmured.

Proton examined his fingernails. "I'm sure he doesn't want you and your Pokémon together either. Your a threat to him too. He doesn't want you to one-up him. Again. Plain and simple." I tried to ignore his remark, but how could I when I wasn't sure if he was really wrong? I turned on my side, feeling a sudden wave of distress come over me.

"I'm tired. Go ahead and lock me up." I couldn't refrain how weak I sounded, receiving a smirk from the green haired man.

"Alright then. Come on Quagsire."

"Quag."

Before anything else he added, "You have a meeting with the Boss in a few hours. Nine o'clock sharp," When I thought with relief that he was about to leave, he continued, "I'll ask to escort you, since after all, we're only a few doors away from each other." He leered at me before the room dimmed into darkness.

"Sweet dreams, Lyra." His saccharine tone drove me insane. When the door finally closed and locked, I shakily got up from the bed to go get a trashcan from the bathroom and placed it by my nightstand.

You know, just in case I might throw up.

Okay! Chapter five is now done! I had another part to it, but that made the chapter a little too long for my liking, so I'm making the second part another chapter completely. This means that I'll be able to update on time! Yay! And if you hadn't guessed, I usually try and update every Saturday.

I couldn't make up my mind if Proton's hair was green or blue, so after looking up a bunch of pictures, I went with green. (But I'll have other names for it too.)