Craigduff here.

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I was slightly worried about the cops being after me, thankfully they had no info on me and my raid was too small for team Rocket to care too much but word around the block said that they were still pissed about one of their best wranglers being brutally murdered with around about four bullet holes in her.

It made me wonder, what was so good about the egg that team Rocket would send someone like her to move an egg, it's as if it was suspected to be taken but the protection for it was terrible, an excellent wrangler put on a dead beat job, was it a punishment for an earlier failure?

I did very little to stop team Rocket, I occasionally gave information about jobs to the police, just telling them to watch certain streets were they find a few grunts, the agents stopped taking the same path as grunts after the first few incidents.

I was surprised to find that my source of information had access to the source of the documents, it was updating and renewing information, reasons for past failures were being added to files, the egg case included.

Apparently it was the guards fault, he should have been paying attention to his surroundings or if he was too lazy to do that simple task he should have waited inside just like he had before the cargo came.

But I did not care about that, I was thinking of a way to avoid both the league and team Rocket, one would be simple but two meant that if I spent too long evading one the other would have an easier time trying to find me.

I spent hours looking at the stolen egg which was now being kept warm in my stinking bedding. Every now and then sounds could be heard from the egg but it still seemed like there wouldn't be too long until it hatched.

I continued to think.

I could use a different name for when I'm going after Team Rocket, but why would I tell them my name?

I could dye my hair, that would be too expensive, first buy the dye then another dye to get my hair back too normal and I would end up wasting time before a raid.

There had to be something.

I started pacing, ideas came and went like trains.

I got fed up of all the effort and decided to walk the town.

I walked along, wearing grey jogging style tracksuit bottoms and a blue sleeveless vest.

I saw the back alley that I took instead of walking by the gym and the rich idiots' homes with their perfect lives and their perfect families and no crime syndicates affecting them, but it didn't seem right to walk through there.

My life had changed, the way I thought had been changed by my father's death, my ideas about people and the damn city I lived in hadn't changed but I felt different after killing the Rockets.

I started to jog towards the gym.

There was a definite change between the hate fuelled council estate area that I grew up in and this place I was now in.

There were people actually walking in the streets for no real reason, just because they could without people thinking about whether or not they'll get any cash from mugging you, they had designer dresses and bags, there were even people wearing Pokémon league caps and jackets.

Then it hit me.

A smile crept onto my face as the realisation came to me.

It had been starring me in the face for an hour and I didn't think about it.

I ran to the pokécentre with new energy.

"Hello nurse Joy!" I exclaimed jubilantly.

She seemed slightly disturbed by a teen age boy barging into the building.

"Hello" she replied meekly "How can I help you?"

I smiled deviously "I'd like a trainer licence"

I was in an excellent mood as I went back, just because of a shiny, laminated piece of paper and a now legal obligation to stop any criminal activities, the only downside was that I couldn't legally kill anyone in the process.

I was so happy that people were giving me strange looks as I headed towards the council flats.

My smile faded as I saw the inside of my home.

It was still a mess but now my mum had passed out drunk on top of the table.

I moved her on her side so that she wouldn't choke on her own vomit then went in to my room.

The egg was still wrapped in the blankets and I had brought back a pokéball for when it hatched, after all, it's not as if team Rocket would smuggle a Bidoof egg.

I thought back to only a week ago when I had killed six people to take one life, it made me sad to think that they may have had families like my father had, but if I did stop team Rocket then no more families would suffer from the death of someone who knew too much or was no longer useful or even someone who stood in their way, no more trainers would lose their partners to be sold to the highest bidder.

I wasn't doing this to avenge my dad's death, that was only the trigger, this was for everyone, this was for my whole life, full of thievery and drugs all funded by team Rocket, yes if I in some crazy turn of luck managed to take them down there would still be crime, but there will be less.

There was a slight cracking noise from the bundle of sheets.

I turned my full attention to the egg.

There was a dark web of cracks going down from the left side.

The bits of shell were then smashed apart, bits of the egg went flying through the room being pushed away by a small fiery explosion.

Curled up around my now singed duvet was a ball of white fur.

I reached my hand out to touch the shaking ball.

Its fur was soft and warm, like a fluffy radiator.

It uncurled itself, a white furry mess at the front with five red points sticking out and a brown insect like body.

Two large bright blue eyes peered up at me from the mess of hair.

"Larvesta?"

Well that's yet another chapter

Reasons for Larvesta were: it's very rare hence team Rocket smuggling it to be sold; it and Volcarona are perfect for what is going to happen in late chapters; it's my all-time favourite first evolution even if it is part of the newest generation and finally it matches Demetrius.

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