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The Dark Type	By : Manifest Destiny Category: Pokemon > General Views: 36310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Pokemon is copy write by GameFreak, INC. and Nintendo. I make no money from this story, nor do I seek any.

Chapter List
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Chapter 15
What Blue Eyes See #2
Leverage Lost
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What you are about to see is an event I glimpsed after coming in contact with a certain individual. It has troubled me on occasion as I try and sleep at night. It is a little bit forward in time than what you are familiar with—my eyes sometimes see things that have yet to happen, even some things that I can change—but it is an important event. I hold no ill will towards the man, Giovanni, but he has tried to control my power in the past. He wasn’t too persistent about it, and he hasn’t tried to come after me for a long time, but it was enough to draw my attention to him.
He is older now. Alone.
And he is about to really feel that for the first time.
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Giovanni had always been a cautious man.
While he was the head of Team Rocket, he made sure to keep tabs on all of his employees and high ranking members. He trusted some to do their duties and to manage the people under them, but sometimes it put his mind at ease to monitor everyone’s movements. It helped to find out when they were lying to him. Information had to be accurate and reliable. Bad information could cause him to lose control over a particularly useful asset, or as it more commonly happened, lose substantial amounts of money. He still kicked himself whenever he thought of how he was so thoroughly beaten and removed from his position of power. A youngster from a small town taking down a criminal organization just didn’t happen. Well… it didn’t happen to him anyway.
Until it did.
To be fair to Giovanni, Red did have help. The Pokémon League did rally behind the young man’s success in flushing Team Rocket out into the open. The organization’s resurgence in the Johto region three years later was not under his direction, and was stomped out quickly by a few of the League’s more experienced members. Giovanni did nothing more than watch on in silence as his loyal followers tried to find him. They believed that his leadership would have won them control over the Kanto-Johto area.
But things were different now.
Since he left in the aftermath of Team Rocket’s downfall, he’s been cut off from his large information network and list of contacts who could help him. The once respected businessman and Gym Leader of Viridian City was now an infamous criminal. Quite the fall from grace, as he had put it. He has been slowly developing new ties and links to important people and places in his mostly self-imposed exile. The League, being the ever vigilant guardians that they are—bless them for trying—kept tabs on him as best they could, but ultimately have no accurate account on his whereabouts and current goals.
With Lance being the borderline-treasonous exception.
Getting kicked down from your high-horse by a kid did wonders for Giovanni’s outlook on a lot of things, but nothing more so than his views on his failed family life. Giovanni had—only a few weeks ago now—had a very interesting conversation with his son. Silver has taken to the life of a Pokémon Trainer with as much of a chip on his shoulder as anyone could expect, given his background and childhood. Swearing to take down your rogue father must be tough to deal with during your downtime. It must have been infuriating for the poor boy; being invited to his father’s doorstep—figuratively.
It was the first time he had seen his son in almost nine years. His practiced face did well to hide the emotional turmoil hidden behind it. The conversation did lead where he had hoped, but finding out that the League at large weren’t actively pursuing the Watchmakers visibly worried him. Despite his past dealings and plans for control, Giovanni truly believed that the Watchmakers need to be stopped. Giovanni hoped that he pushed Silver in the right direction with his words, because no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t get past the fact that he needed help.
Resting in the pocket of his trench coat right then was a large, round diamond. The Adamant Orb is an object I personally wouldn’t give to a man like Giovanni, given his track record, but it isn’t really my duty to hunt down the Time Lord’s little homage to himself. Giovanni sought to find the shiny bobble and keep it safe once he heard rumors of someone attempting one of his older, less successful plans. I’m not sure what the Adamant Orb could do to me, honestly. Lord Dialga’s essence flows through the gem like a tap to a faucet. It can channel raw time. But if Giovanni thinks the Watchmakers shouldn’t have it, it’s probably for the best.
At this point, Giovanni began to wonder how long he’s been followed.
He had been walking through Pewter City, not really going to or coming from anywhere, just clearing his head. Messing with time often gave even the most formidable minds headaches. He made sure his coat’s collar was up and hat’s brim pulled down to hide his face. Still, he sensed that a presence was following him.
And no, in case you were wondering, it wasn’t me. I wasn’t there for this, I just observed the event through time. It’s complicated; don’t think about it.
One of the major skills Giovanni had honed over the years was paying attention to paranoia. He discreetly checked behind himself periodically, catching small shifts in the way a puddle reacted to passing movement, the particularly dark exhaust fumes from a large vehicle as it accelerated, movements in a nearby tree’s branches.
His pursuers are a curious bunch. Giovanni has met them before, but he’ll recognize them in about thirty minutes. They can do things most other humans can’t and are nightmarishly strong. I’m very glad they have no aspirations to come after me.
As far as I know, anyway.
Unable to work out who it is that has been tailing him for who knows how long, Giovanni takes a couple turns to maybe throw off their pursuit, but he has no such luck. He decides, for his own sake, to leave the town proper and head for a much more secluded area to confront his followers. Making a scene of any sort in a public place wasn’t in Giovanni’s day planner, so to speak. He technically shouldn’t be allowed to move freely around the region, and if the police or the League got wind of where he was…
Nearing the rocky terrain that surrounds Mt. Moon, he was picking up more and more hints on who was following him. He was counting at least three. He left the beaten road and ventured into the woods for a distance, making sure no one was around.
“Not very many people can sneak around like you can,” Giovanni called to the trees around him. He knew whoever was following him could hear him. He stopped walking when he entered a small clearing in the trees. He turned around, preparing for an ambush from assailants he still couldn’t see. “Oh, do show yourselves. I promise I won’t make it boring for you.”
Very few things in the world could possibly startle a man like Giovanni. His son forgiving him, Champion Lance retiring to the life of a Pokémon Musical coach, or the Alpha itself manifesting in front of him to give him the keys to the world were probably in his top three. But when three men faded into view just feet in front of him, he couldn’t help but take a frightened step backward. They didn’t walk up, they showed up.
The three men that appeared before Giovanni are collectively known as the Shadow Triad. They wore similar, but varying clothing. The consistent things between the three were their headbands and pieces of cloth they wore over their mouths, obscuring their faces. Mostly black and gray cloth, a motley assortment of belts and other garments clung to their obviously thin but muscular bodies. Their hunched posture betrayed a lazy personality coupled with an identical facial expression shared among the three; neutral, reserved, blank. Apart from their long white hair differing in styles, he could see their emotionless eyes differed in color as well. That feature was how he recognized them.
“Well, well, well,” Giovanni said, relaxing a bit. Maybe overconfidence? “How are you three? It’s been what, five years?”
“Four years—”
“—seven months—”
“—and twenty-three days since you refused Ghetsis’ offer.”
Giovanni shook his head slightly, “Alright, that’s creepy, even for you three.”
He has a point.
“You have something in your possession that Lord Ghetsis desires,” the Shadow Triad member with the long, swept back white hair began to speak. “He is willing to make an offer for the exchange of the item in question.”
“And what item would that be? I’m certain the one-eyed wonder wouldn’t have sent you out to buy my hat.”
The three of them shuffled forward at once. Just one step, but the movement alone was enough to put Giovanni back on guard.
“The Adamant Orb.” The one who spoke was to Giovanni’s right, his hair combed neatly to one side of his head.
Giovanni tightened his grip on a Poké Ball in his pocket. He deepened his glare, “Aren’t you assuming too much? Why would I have something like that?”
The dark trio shambled forward again, causing Giovanni to step backwards. The member to his left with wild hair spoke, “Because Lord Ghetsis informed us so, and thus, is the truth.”
“Busy little bee, your boss,” Giovanni muttered.
“Your comments—”
“—are irrelevant—”
“—name your price.”
If you were to ask Giovanni what it was that made him so nervous right then, I doubt he could answer you. Something in the way their tones of voice resonated with each other, combined with their stoic gaze seemed to hit a nerve somewhere inside him. He went full on defense mode now. Giovanni couldn’t know if the Shadow Triad were aware of why he had the Orb, or why Ghetsis Harmonia suddenly had an interest in it, but he didn’t suspect any pure intentions. From his brief encounter with the green-haired visionary, who at the time promised a new world order and a nice spot in it, Giovanni could easily draw enough parallels to himself to see that kind of sinister gleam in his eye.
“Not for sale,” he said. To his credit, he kept his voice remarkably calm and true to his normal personality.
The Shadow Triad didn’t even try to reason with the ex-Gym Leader. In the blink of an-eye-that-doesn’t-see-all-of-time, two of the triplets teleported just behind him, leaving equal distance between them, forming a triangle around Giovanni. They lost their bored, slacking posture, crouching low to the ground, each gripping a Poké Ball in their hand. Giovanni, with all of his amateur skills at perceiving time, barely caught them removing the red and white spheres from their pockets.
Not wasting time—something I like about him, he truly appreciates what the Time Lord does—the Ground type master releases his newest Pokémon, a Garchomp with a fierce gaze.
“Resistance—”
“—is not advised—”
“—but still, irrelevant.”
The simultaneous bursts of light from the Shadow Triad’s Poké Balls didn’t distract Giovanni, but certainly made him recalculate his odds at the moment. A Houndoom, Cacturne, and Crawdaunt took up the space separating the humans, leaving Giovanni completely surrounded. I wish I could have intervened, really I do.
“Six on two. Not really fair, is it?”
“Life—”
“—isn’t—”
“—fair.”
For the second time, the trio surprised Giovanni. And quite frankly, I’m still impressed. The Triad themselves charged him and his dragon, leaving their Pokémon standing at the ready. Speed can only get you so far, Sazrah. The loyal dragon did his duty and moved to retaliate against his master’s opponents, try as he might. Two of the Triad caught both of the Garchomp’s swinging arms in a lazy-looking grip. Deceptively strong, the two lifted the bulky dragon over their heads, tossing him into the trees like he weighed no more than a few pounds. Trees cracked and snapped like twigs when the Garchomp collided with them. Concentrating on the impossibility in front of him, Giovanni didn’t see the third appear in front of him. The staggering blow hit him in the chest, sending him reeling backwards.
His momentum backwards was halted abruptly by a hard surface, then Giovanni felt his arms in a vice grip. The Crawdaunt held him up, refusing to let his arms free. The Cacturne held its arm to his neck, spines extended. The Houndoom had his left leg in its jaws, biting tight enough to hurt. The bite began to burn.
“Too slow, old man,” the long-haired member said lazily. The next instant, he was in front of him, and reached inside his coat. With the Adamant Orb in hand, the Shadow Triad stood in front of Giovanni.
“Time, to go.”
“Eventually, Plasma will be all the world knows.”
“There’s no room in this war for old men who can’t carry their own weight.”
“What war?” Giovanni choked out. “What are you fighting for?”
The three held out their Poké Balls and crushed them in their bare hands, another display of their supernatural strength. They didn’t so much as blink their half-lidded eyes as the shards of metal cut through their gloves and skin.
“We are—”
“—fighting for—”
“—our lives.”
The Shadow Triad phased out of existence before him, their Pokémon looking around in bewilderment. They abandoned their hold on Giovanni a few moments after the Triad disappeared. Without trainers to guide them anymore, they meandered off into on their own.
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The story doesn’t necessarily end there, but I don’t think there’s any good in showing in detail an old man lying on the ground, trying to stand up for twenty minutes. Oh, maybe I just did. Oops.
Like I said, I’m worried about this event. It’s troubling to know that the man who can control those three now has one of the Orbs of the High Lords. Maybe he has all three by now? I can’t know right now. I can’t leave this time period.
Not until I fix things…
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To Be Continued…
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