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Hamartia	By : Stardust_Lily Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2871 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any of the characters affiliated with Pokemon. I am making no money off of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Experiment
- 2-Transformation
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A/N: I just thought I’d let everyone know ahead of time that I am VERY behind in the Pokémon anime and have no intentions of catching up on new episodes. I stopped watching at the end of Johto so I won’t be mentioning any of the newer characters because…well, I have no clue who they are. Ash is traveling with Misty and Brock. Only the first two gen Pokémon will make an appearance.

Enjoy!

The three members of Team Rocket stood fidgeting in front of their boss’s desk. They had been summoned to his office after a particularly bad mission…and that was saying something for them. Jessie stood tall, eyes darting about the room. Her stance and body language exuded nothing but confidence, but her stomach was filling to the brim with butterflies the longer she waited for her boss to turn around. James stood with his shoulders hunched forward, eyes staring steadily at the ground, the picture of sadness and dejection. Meowth shifted his weight from one leg to the other, ears flat against his head, tail nervously lashing across the air like a pendulum. They all knew for certain there was no getting off easy this time. The boss was mad.

After what seemed like an eternity, the boss swirled his chair around the stare the three down. Not one had the courage to meet his gaze. His fingers tapped idly on his desk until a certain favorite Pokémon of his found it’s way under his hand. He stroked the happy persian and let out a breath.

“I’m sure it’s no surprise that I’ve gathered you three here today,” he began. The sound of his deep voice made them jump. “I have given the lot of you ample opportunity to redeem yourselves and this is how you choose to repay me? By turning the Team Rocket name into a laughingstock? I’ve had enough of it!”

James was the first to speak up.

“We….we’re sorry boss. We’ll try our best to…”

“Try!?” Giovanni hissed. “There is no more need to try. It has been made abundantly clear to me that you three will never produce any results worthy of the Team Rocket name.”

Jessie clenched her fists into a tight ball. The way this conversation was going was making her sick to her stomach. “There has to be something we can do! Team Rocket means everything to us! It’s all we have! We’d happily give our lives if we could just remain a part of the team!” James and Meowth nodded enthusiastically. “Just give us one more chance to be of use to the company, boss! P…please,” Jessie practically spit out the word. She was never any good at begging, but she had no other choice.

“There is no use for you three,” Giovanni muttered to himself. The red head, he thought, could make a better living in a just a day standing on a street corner than working a month for Team Rocket. The blue haired boy had always seemed too meek and airheaded for a life of crime. He was a pretty boy, and Giovanni did enjoy having his way with pretty boys, but if there was one thing he could absolutely not tolerate, it was idiocy. And that talking meowth of theirs was…

Wait just a second…

A talking meowth! A grin slowly spread across Giovanni’s face. Such a unique ability would become quite useful in the latest experiment he was running. And what a grand experiment it was…

“Alright,” Giovanni said, “You’ll get another chance at that pikachu. But on one condition.” The three exchanged nervous, yet hopeful, glances which were instantly dashed as Giovanni raised a finger and pointed it at Meowth. “He stays with me.”

“What!?” the trio cried in unison.

“What on earth do you want with Meowth?” Jessie asked as James took a reflexive step towards his pokémon team mate.

“A pokémon with the ability to comprehend human speech will be a valuable asset in my latest experiment. You should feel honored.”

“E-experiment?” James gasped. They were all aware of the less than respectable things that went on deep within the Team Rocket headquarters. Pokémon experimentation was the biggest taboo.

Meowth gulped nervously before making his plea. “Well, I’m coitainly honered to be considered for ‘dis…ah…’experiment’ but you see me n Jess n James…we’re a package deal here! We can’t jus’ be split up outta nowhere. ‘Das like Mac n’ Cheese wit’out da cheese! PB and J wit’out da J!...well I guess ‘dat’s still kinda good but…”

“If you fulfill your duties you can return to your group.”

“What are you going to do to him?” Jessie asked pointedly.

“That information is top secret.”

“Tell me what you’re going to do with him!” Jessie screamed. It took every ounce of her self-control not to slam her fists onto the desk.

“You are free to go,” Giovanni smiled as he pressed a button on the side of his chair. A mere second later his guards were in the room pulling the two distraught members out the door as Meowth reached for them helplessly.

“Don’t you dare hurt him!” Jessie yelled at the top of her lungs. James attempted a threat of his own but was promptly kneed in the stomach before he could get the words out. The door slammed behind them but the scuffle could still be heard well down the hallway. It wasn’t until complete silence enveloped the room that Meowth turned his gaze to Giovanni. The display hadn’t reached him at all, it seemed. He sat calmly as ever, stroking his damn persian who had the smug look of a cat-type that’d just consumed a tasty pidgy.

“So….what are ya gonna do to me?” He couldn’t for the life of him think of an ‘experiment’ that didn’t make his knees go weak with fear.

“Come with me.” He said simply, standing from his chair, had he always been so big and intimidating?, and crossing the room with quick strides. The cat pokémon struggled to keep up with him.

They were deep within the bowels of Team Rocket’s headquarters. It was a place that few got to see, and few ever wanted to. Especially if one happened to be of the pokémon persuasion. The place smelled bad. It smelled like fear and sweat and chemical. Meowth padded quietly behind Giovanni wishing he were absolutely anywhere else but here.

“So…” he began, “You said if I do whateva I’m supposed to do I can go back to Jess and James, yea? So ‘dat means ‘dat…I’m going to…I hafta make it out of here alive to get back to ‘dem…right?”

Giovanni threw an unreadable glance back at him. “Well you wouldn’t be much help if you died during the experiment now would you?”

“N-no, boss.”

“The experiment is very far in it’s developmental process. A pokémon hasn’t died during it for quite some time now.”

“Okay…well, ‘dis…whateva it is. Does it hurt?”

“Probably.” He shrugged.

The scratch-cat’s hair rose along his spine. “A-ah. Well if ya don’t mind me asking…what is it ‘dat I’m doing?”

“You’re going to be transformed.”

“Like…evolving?”

“Not like evolving.”

Meowth sucked in a breath. His heart was going a mile a minute. He wanted to leave this place. But his feet continued to propel him forward. Why? He asked himself. Why am I goin’ along wit ‘dis? Why don’t I run? Not ‘dat runnin’ will get me anywhere. I’d be caught before I eva’ saw da light a’ day. Da boss doesn’t look all ‘dat worried about it…but why should he be? It ain’t his hide on da line! But despite everything, deep down, he really wanted to believe in his boss. He wanted to believe that this man who he held in such high regard wouldn’t put him in danger. He wanted more than anything to believe that there was a part of him that truly cared about him. Cared about him as much as…dat damn persian!

Giovanni came to a sudden halt in front of a large metallic door. He swiftly entered a code into the pinpad. The door unlocked obediently. There to meet them was a scruffy looking man with large round glasses. He and Giovanni exchanged words that Meowth couldn’t hear over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears. His feline eyes darted around the room nervously. Dead in the center was a large tube surrounded by wires. There seemed to be a green light radiating from within.

The bespectacled man turned his attentions to Meowth. “Hell-o! I. Heard. You. Speak. English. Do. You. UN-DER-STAND?”

Meowth stared at the man blankly. What was this guy’s problem?

“You. Speak. Language. Yes?”

“I can speak English just fine ‘tanks. What da hell are you speakin’?”

The man looked suddenly taken aback as he adjusted his glasses and coughed. “Ah, good! Yes! Excellent! You are just the specimen I need. My last specimen, while it all went perfectly…well it turns out just becoming human isn’t enough to instill the basics of civilized language in one’s mind!”

“Becoming….what?”

“ Imagine…a perfectly normal adult homosapien in appearance, but all it could utter was Rattata! Rattata! What a shame it was too stupid to be taught to speak.”

“Did yous really just say ‘dat…you can turn pokémon inta humans?” Meowth’s eyes went wide with wonder.

“That is correct.”

Meowth turned to Giovanni, expecting him to start laughing at the joke this guy was trying to pull. But the man just stood there, smiling smugly.

“Now, then…are you ready?”

“Ready?” Meowth was beginning to feel dizzy. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening. The irony of his current situation left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. All his life he’d tried to be…but now that it was finally happening…

“Good! Then let’s get to it!”

The next thing he knew he was being lifted off the ground and placed in the machine, and before he had the chance to so much as scream he was being shocked by a force much more powerful than even Pikachu’s strongest electric bolts.

A/N: Well, then! I would really appreciate feedback throughout the story.
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