Team Rocket? What were we doing here? I placed my tea down as quickly as I could and reached for Cacturne's Pokeball.

"Cameron, don't," Oak ordered calmly, "they are the founders, not the leaders."

"If we may defend ourselves," Neil looked to me before he continued.

I looked at Oak, and he nodded. I looked back at Stewart and Neil.

Stewart took this as confirmation to go on. "You see, as Professor Oak said, we're simply the founders of Team Rocket. We have nothing to organization today."

"Giovanni, as I am sure you know, is the current leader of Team Rocket" Neil continued Stewart's story. "Shall we continue our story?"

"Go ahead." I was intrigued by what was going on.

Stewart's voice began the story. His voice was nasal and had a trace of an accent, but I couldn't determine what accent it was.

"Neil and I are, as you know, brothers. Twins actually. We grew up in Casaville with our parents and we were surrounded by Pokemon our entire lives. We were a wealthy family, our father was the mayor of Casaville for quite a time."

Neil picked up the story, "When we were of age, we went to the University of Kanto. There, we met Professor Oak, only he was Samuel at the time. Anyway, we all became close friends and graduated at the top of our class at UK. While at university, Stewart and I promised each other that we would create a glorious city based upon research of Pokemon and build a university there."

"After graduating, we went to our father in hopes of receiving some assistance. He provided us with this large piece of land. It was a gift to him from Governor Richard. He then gave us one million pokebucks. With it, we built a grand city within a fenced community. We allowed all native Pokemon to inhabit our lands and we opened the doors to any one curious about Pokemon. We never destroyed any natural habitat and built around the landscape."

"We named our new town Gerald T. Rocket City, after our father. We built Rocket University and built up our faculty with our friends and professors from Kanto, including Samuel. We then invited the most prominent researchers to live here to study, and we named them Team Rocket. With that, Rocket City was founded. Over time, families began moving here, and our population grew. We created a gym and attracted everyone of all ages and sizes to challenge Stewart and I."

"The glory days of Rocket City are some of the best," Stewart added. He then paused before he started the next part of the story. "The researchers of course had children, so to accommodate, Neil and I created the Rocket School. We taught grades 1 through 12 and tried to create the next great trainers, researchers, doctors, professors and people."

"We taught one specific student. Both Stewart and I agreed on him: he was bound for greatness. His parents were some of the most prominent researchers in Rocket City and his father held a seat on the city's leader table. His mother was incredibly motivated woman who had made remarkable strides in the world of Pokemon psychology."

"Yes, Giovanni seemed as if he would be the next great thing to come from Rocket City. I remember fondly his grade's 5th year graduation. After 5 years in our school, we gave our students their first Pokemon. It's a grand ceremony actually. Our researchers went and caught 18 Pokemon for our 18 students graduating from 5th year. Their parents would come and watch the excitement of their children receiving a new friend. Nothing made both Neil and I happier than seeing these young children filled with such joy."

"We placed all the Pokeballs in a large black bag and had each student reach in and grab their new Pokemon. A lottery basically. Giovanni was, if I remember correctly, 5th in line. He approached slowly and shyly, such as his nature, and grabbed one. He pulled it out frightened. I encouraged him to see what it was, and he said shakily, 'come on out!'"

"Meowth. He had gotten a Meowth. He was so thrilled that he scooped up the Pokemon and hugged him and was so happy. He returned Meowth to its Pokeball and basically skipped off the stage. He ran to his parents in the crowd and hugged them both. They all were all so jubilant. At the end of the ceremony, Giovanni's father came and asked if Neil and I could be in a picture. I will always remember their happiness."

"Soon after that, Giovanni's mother became pregnant. Giovanni wasn't entirely thrilled with the aspect of having a sibling. I could tell. The following year, his grades started to dip; nothing dramatic, but still noticeable. After his sister was born, Giovanni was fine though. He was extremely protective of her, and I can remember when she started school, he was in year 10 and he made sure no one picked on her. He was a magnificent brother."

"However, when he reached year 12, everything changed."

Stewart and Neil looked at each other at that moment, both not wanting to continue the story at this point. Neil sighed, and volunteered to go on.

"Every year 12 student at the Rocket School was given the opportunity to decide what they wanted to do. Their opportunities here were vast: they could go to Rocket University, or any University in the Pokeverse, they could start working at Team Rocket, a few chose to become teachers at the Rocket School, or even become trainers and venture out or work in the gym. In a previous meeting with Giovanni, I was highly aware that he had wanted to go out to the world and train. He had caught only 3 more Pokemon, and he trained them to be incredibly strong."

Stewart then chimed in, "he won nearly every school tournament we had. He had an incredible training style. He would work so hard with each of his Pokemon. Here in Rocket City, we have a vast array of terrains and types of Pokemon. Giovanni would go around the entire city and take on any wild Pokemon he could find, at all times of the night."

"He was quite determined to take on the rest of the region. But, his parents thought otherwise. When he had told them that he wanted to become a trainer, they told him flatly that he couldn't do that, and that no son of theirs would be a wanderer. Of course, we were disappointed, but we couldn't say anything; we aren't his parents. They more or less forced Giovanni to go to Rocket University. I could tell he wasn't entirely happy."

"Giovanni was under such pressure at RU. His mother wanted him to become a scientist, researcher, something she deemed as great. His father often forced him to keep in line with their 'family ideals' as he called them. Their family was a very visible one in Rocket City."

"One day, Giovanni decided that he wanted to bring up the idea of him becoming a trainer again. His parents once again shot him down. This wasn't the answer that he was looking for. Giovanni went on a rampage around his house. He destroyed the entire house and it quickly was engulfed in flames."

"At the time, Rocket City was still relatively small, so then whole population surrounded the house within no time. Pokemon were trying to put out the fire and some of the men were attempting to go and save the family. However, by the time the house was put out, it was all ash. It was assumed the entire family had died."

"However, Giovanni had taken his unconscious sister and ran from the house before it collapsed. He ran to my house and frantically knocked at my back door. When I saw him, I was terribly worried. His face was scared and he smelled of smoke. He carried his sister and put her on my couch. 'Mr. Rocket,' he gasped, 'what have I done?' At that moment, I knew Giovanni could never return. I couldn't be mad at him. He simply was suppressed and pressurized. Anytime you pressure something to a great extent, it's bound to explode. I told him that Stewart and I would take care of him and his sister. I promised to not speak a word of what happened, and to keep his reputation safe. He didn't like this plan however. 'People will talk, they always do Mr. Rocket.' I knew it would be true. Giovanni wasn't the friendliest in Rocket City and people misinterpreted that as him being socially inept and incapable. 'I need your help.' I couldn't say no. I silently agreed to helping him escape Rocket City and taking care of his sister."

"Neil called me over and he told me the plan. He would transport Giovanni outside of the city and I would stay and take care of his sister. Neil would see Giovanni off and assure that he was okay. He would then come back, and he and I would raise Victoria, his sister. We would say that Giovanni and both of his parents were killed in fire and that Victoria was saved by Neil's Alakazam."

"Giovanni and I were in a remote location on the other side of the fence, and I gave him some money, and hugged him. He was crying as we were hugging. I knew he didn't want any of this happen. But he knew that the consequences were laid before him. The last thing I told him was that I loved him and that I knew he would do great things."

Both Neil and Stewart looked exhausted. I could tell this story was something neither wanted to discuss. I felt bad for making them tell the story. Never had I expected something like this.

"That's enough for now. We'll finish this story later. It's quite a long one I assure you. In the meantime, please enjoy your stay here at Rocket Place." Stewart barely said above a whisper.

"If you'll please excuse Stewart and I, we are very tired. Feel free to walk around the city. You are more than welcome to catch anything you may want, just try to not cause any damage to the natural surroundings, we love it here oh so much."

With that, Stewart and Neil retired to the house. How strange it was to learn about Giovanni. For my brief encounters with him, I was never aware of his past. I looked at Oak. He was staring out into the wilderness that surrounded the incredibly deceiving house.

"I always hate hearing that story." Oak's voice was gravely. "His father and I were incredibly close."

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I looked down at my tea. I hadn't touched while I was listening to the story the Rockets were telling. Oak had finished his and was now gripping his cup in both of hands, with his elbows resting on his thighs.

"Let's take a walk."