The Path of Sacrifice
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Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
9,415
Reviews:
43
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own pokemon or any relating characters/items. I am not making money off this story. It contains adult content. Don't sue me.
Infidelity
AN: -Waits for the throng of excited people to stop attacking her hello.- YES, I am back. Sort of. Might get this story rolling AND finished in time, but for now, here is a post for you patient fans!
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Anarchy's wings folded up as Angel and Gary slid off, wasting no time in recalling the pokemon as they dashed within Celadon's secret hide out. No one was anywhere within the main floor as it looked; it was ghost-town empty. Moonlight's fur bristled as his sharp eyes flicked along around the large room. Something was amiss here.
“Hello?” Angel called, flicking on a nearby light, which aided in illuminating the large dark room. “Anyone here?”
“Maybe we missed everyone...” Gary mused, running his finger through some dust on a nearby table. “We didn't take too long, but...” Moonlight's left ear shifted back, in time for him to glance behind and notice a familliar looking male standing nearby.
“Oh, no y'hav'n't missed no one miss,” George spoke, a grim tone on his voice. “No one else is here.”
“Oh? We got a scramble signal. Maybe its malfunction--”
“It ain't no malfunction, Angel. We summoned you 'ere, what on orders from Exec'tives.”
“Executives? Aren't those on the Sevii Islands at headquarters?” she questioned, tilting her head as Moonlight's bristled fur settled back down again.
'“Nah not once y'hit that red scrambler, no...they's not entirely too 'appy, makin' them run all over the globe for y'f'r nothin'.”
“What?” Angel gaped, blinking incredulously. “Those lying bastards! What did they tell you happened at the Gym?”
“Gym?” George blinked. “There weren't no gym mentioned, boss-lady. Not one. They's sayin' y'what got there an' hit the button by accident.”
“No, no, that isn't what happened!” Gary replied, a note of anger in him words. “Not even close! But that isn't the most important thing right now; where are they and where is Giovanni?”
“Gio? What y'want 'im for? They's said 'e went off t'Johto t'meet with a prospect what might'a seen kitty-poke over in th' forest. But the exec'tives....They went...blimey, I haven't a clue, actually...Just sort of left, quick-like...”
“Fuck.” Angel swore, low in her breath. Moonlight's fur ruffled again as the trio all arrived at the same thought. Giovanni had been kidnapped. “Come on George, let's fill you in on everything.”
* * * * *
The whole nine yards – straight from breaking out Mewtwo through to Darkrai kidnapping her, and on to Giovanni's unconscious body in the Gym. It was a huge risk telling him anything; but if he had any thought of betraying them, it wouldn't be long before Amelio found him and taught him why not to betray his trainer.
“Blimey, an' 'ere I thought you 'ad somethin' fishy goin' on. I'm sorry, lady-boss. But ah, I'd not go an' tell any of the other rockets, ah lass? They might not be s'reliable a vault, if you know what I mean? An' 'm not sure how any of 'em would take knowin' you took Mewtwo. But it does sorta make sense, what with 'em sayin' Gio left on a Mewtwo hunt, and runnin' off quick-like....Blimey, this reeks of mutiny....We's gotta do sommat, lady-boss. Gio needs us! But with no leads, where're we gonna start? They wanted me to get rid of you two, but not if they've taken Gio I ain't.”
Angel frowned faintly, thinking. Where on earth would they take him? Would he still be alive? And more importantly, why did she care?
“When did they come here, George? What time?” Gary spoke up, rubbing a hand on his chin in thought.
“Well, they vanished about thirty minutes before y'got 'ere...Been here not much longer 'ennat.” Gary and Angel exchanged glances.
“...That means Giovanni has been missing for a couple days now...This all happened on Wednesday, not today...” George's face fell, and grew a grim white.
“Bloody 'ell...” he muttered, shaking his head. Was their boss dead?
“Where was he on tuesday?”
“Gym...Same 's always when he don't 'ave Rocket business....”
“Hmm.” Angel muttered, glancing down at Moonlight. “Maybe Blue will be at the Gym; he might know something about Gio's location. Maybe.”
“Yea – Might be worth a shot. Might get sommat at 'is office, too...”
* * * * *
“...” was the only response they recieved from the Gary-esque looking boy for a long moment, as he stood there in his cerulian toned clothing, copycat hair, and not-quite facial match. Everyone knew about Blue, the guy who sat within Viridian Gym for the real leader 90% of the time. His face was frequently featured on Pokemon Today, and other magazines – everyone knew who Blue was. “...Missing? I haven't heard anything...” he mumbled, the trademark shy appearance marking Blue as being the genuine article that most imposters looked over. “...No...was told to come here by three men in suits...” he shrugged. Angel shook her head. Dead end. If Blue had known anything, he would have told them.
“Thanks, Blue...” Angel muttered, and turned to leave. Being in the Gym again so quickly after what had happened wasn't a welcome feeling.
“...Wait.” the shy trainer spoke, placing a hand on Angel's shoulder. “Take this...you can come fight me after....you might need the eighth badge on your hunt....dunno why....but take it.” Angel paused. He was offering the badge freely? She'd already mopped the floor with Giovanni's pokemon, but that wasn't a Gym fight. Reluctantly, because he had a point about needing it, she turned around to accept the badge.
“I will come fight you, Blue; once I find Giovanni...” she promised, taking the Earth Badge from his hand. “I promise.”
“...I'll be waiting....” Blue replied, as Angel stepped back out of the Gym.
“Well, that was useless...” George muttered, as Angel sent out Anarchy once again.
“Maybe his office will prove more useful. Anarchy, fly to Vermillion City!”
* * * * *
“Shhh, quiet an' quick with ya!” George hissed in a whisper, as he jimmied the lock to Giovanni's surprisingly unsecured office. “Can't take long, even if there ain't no one here.” The room, with touches of marble, steel, and glass, was oddly small for such an important man. His desk held nothing more than a closed laptop, a glass of pens, an empty in/out box, a printer, and a pad of note paper. It all looked pristine; too pristine. Moonlight set to work sniffing around the wastebin, the leather couch, the wall, the rug, anything that held a scent. Gary flipped aimlessly through the drawers of the desk. Angel frowned as she pulled up the top of the laptop. It was still on?... Odd, she noted, as the screen turned back on. As the light began to grow, an email program came into view. It had an unsent draft sitting there, addressed to many people, as well as...but, how did he get that address?...
“Gary, George, listen..” she spoke, scrolling through the letter. “I do not know where to begin. So, I will simply put. I suspect a betrayal afoot. My executives have been angry about my methods, lately. Surely, I have enough grunts to simply force all of Kanto into submission, but then it is dominance by sheer force, not by wit, wisdom, and the simplest way. The citizens would eventually mutiny, and my control would falter. However, if I have the support of a few notable people, then my control would not falter. Simply put, they do not understand my methods, and I do not believe they will remain silent much longer. Their loyalty is fading. I am telling you all this in case they strike before I am prepared to deal with their misloyalty. In the case I am no longer around, I am naming you leader of the Rockets; namely because I know it will fall apart. Who is left following you will aid to rewrite what Team Rocket is all about. I do not want it carrying on as I have led it if I pass; it is my legacy to hold, none may have it. But you, Angel – you shall be named the new leader of Team Rocket, should anything happen to me.”
“Bliiiiimey!” George quietly exclaimed, pulling his cell phone out to snap many pictures of the email as extra proof. Thinking on the same line, Gary told the computer to print off the email, as Angel sat there in silence. Her? Lead the Rockets? She hardly believed it. Not possible; she was no leader. She was no Rocket Boss.”Well send it!” George exclaimed, shoving Gary's hand out of the way, clicking send on the draft. Angel still sat there, stunned. Her?...
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AN: Short but good :P
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Anarchy's wings folded up as Angel and Gary slid off, wasting no time in recalling the pokemon as they dashed within Celadon's secret hide out. No one was anywhere within the main floor as it looked; it was ghost-town empty. Moonlight's fur bristled as his sharp eyes flicked along around the large room. Something was amiss here.
“Hello?” Angel called, flicking on a nearby light, which aided in illuminating the large dark room. “Anyone here?”
“Maybe we missed everyone...” Gary mused, running his finger through some dust on a nearby table. “We didn't take too long, but...” Moonlight's left ear shifted back, in time for him to glance behind and notice a familliar looking male standing nearby.
“Oh, no y'hav'n't missed no one miss,” George spoke, a grim tone on his voice. “No one else is here.”
“Oh? We got a scramble signal. Maybe its malfunction--”
“It ain't no malfunction, Angel. We summoned you 'ere, what on orders from Exec'tives.”
“Executives? Aren't those on the Sevii Islands at headquarters?” she questioned, tilting her head as Moonlight's bristled fur settled back down again.
'“Nah not once y'hit that red scrambler, no...they's not entirely too 'appy, makin' them run all over the globe for y'f'r nothin'.”
“What?” Angel gaped, blinking incredulously. “Those lying bastards! What did they tell you happened at the Gym?”
“Gym?” George blinked. “There weren't no gym mentioned, boss-lady. Not one. They's sayin' y'what got there an' hit the button by accident.”
“No, no, that isn't what happened!” Gary replied, a note of anger in him words. “Not even close! But that isn't the most important thing right now; where are they and where is Giovanni?”
“Gio? What y'want 'im for? They's said 'e went off t'Johto t'meet with a prospect what might'a seen kitty-poke over in th' forest. But the exec'tives....They went...blimey, I haven't a clue, actually...Just sort of left, quick-like...”
“Fuck.” Angel swore, low in her breath. Moonlight's fur ruffled again as the trio all arrived at the same thought. Giovanni had been kidnapped. “Come on George, let's fill you in on everything.”
* * * * *
The whole nine yards – straight from breaking out Mewtwo through to Darkrai kidnapping her, and on to Giovanni's unconscious body in the Gym. It was a huge risk telling him anything; but if he had any thought of betraying them, it wouldn't be long before Amelio found him and taught him why not to betray his trainer.
“Blimey, an' 'ere I thought you 'ad somethin' fishy goin' on. I'm sorry, lady-boss. But ah, I'd not go an' tell any of the other rockets, ah lass? They might not be s'reliable a vault, if you know what I mean? An' 'm not sure how any of 'em would take knowin' you took Mewtwo. But it does sorta make sense, what with 'em sayin' Gio left on a Mewtwo hunt, and runnin' off quick-like....Blimey, this reeks of mutiny....We's gotta do sommat, lady-boss. Gio needs us! But with no leads, where're we gonna start? They wanted me to get rid of you two, but not if they've taken Gio I ain't.”
Angel frowned faintly, thinking. Where on earth would they take him? Would he still be alive? And more importantly, why did she care?
“When did they come here, George? What time?” Gary spoke up, rubbing a hand on his chin in thought.
“Well, they vanished about thirty minutes before y'got 'ere...Been here not much longer 'ennat.” Gary and Angel exchanged glances.
“...That means Giovanni has been missing for a couple days now...This all happened on Wednesday, not today...” George's face fell, and grew a grim white.
“Bloody 'ell...” he muttered, shaking his head. Was their boss dead?
“Where was he on tuesday?”
“Gym...Same 's always when he don't 'ave Rocket business....”
“Hmm.” Angel muttered, glancing down at Moonlight. “Maybe Blue will be at the Gym; he might know something about Gio's location. Maybe.”
“Yea – Might be worth a shot. Might get sommat at 'is office, too...”
* * * * *
“...” was the only response they recieved from the Gary-esque looking boy for a long moment, as he stood there in his cerulian toned clothing, copycat hair, and not-quite facial match. Everyone knew about Blue, the guy who sat within Viridian Gym for the real leader 90% of the time. His face was frequently featured on Pokemon Today, and other magazines – everyone knew who Blue was. “...Missing? I haven't heard anything...” he mumbled, the trademark shy appearance marking Blue as being the genuine article that most imposters looked over. “...No...was told to come here by three men in suits...” he shrugged. Angel shook her head. Dead end. If Blue had known anything, he would have told them.
“Thanks, Blue...” Angel muttered, and turned to leave. Being in the Gym again so quickly after what had happened wasn't a welcome feeling.
“...Wait.” the shy trainer spoke, placing a hand on Angel's shoulder. “Take this...you can come fight me after....you might need the eighth badge on your hunt....dunno why....but take it.” Angel paused. He was offering the badge freely? She'd already mopped the floor with Giovanni's pokemon, but that wasn't a Gym fight. Reluctantly, because he had a point about needing it, she turned around to accept the badge.
“I will come fight you, Blue; once I find Giovanni...” she promised, taking the Earth Badge from his hand. “I promise.”
“...I'll be waiting....” Blue replied, as Angel stepped back out of the Gym.
“Well, that was useless...” George muttered, as Angel sent out Anarchy once again.
“Maybe his office will prove more useful. Anarchy, fly to Vermillion City!”
* * * * *
“Shhh, quiet an' quick with ya!” George hissed in a whisper, as he jimmied the lock to Giovanni's surprisingly unsecured office. “Can't take long, even if there ain't no one here.” The room, with touches of marble, steel, and glass, was oddly small for such an important man. His desk held nothing more than a closed laptop, a glass of pens, an empty in/out box, a printer, and a pad of note paper. It all looked pristine; too pristine. Moonlight set to work sniffing around the wastebin, the leather couch, the wall, the rug, anything that held a scent. Gary flipped aimlessly through the drawers of the desk. Angel frowned as she pulled up the top of the laptop. It was still on?... Odd, she noted, as the screen turned back on. As the light began to grow, an email program came into view. It had an unsent draft sitting there, addressed to many people, as well as...but, how did he get that address?...
“Gary, George, listen..” she spoke, scrolling through the letter. “I do not know where to begin. So, I will simply put. I suspect a betrayal afoot. My executives have been angry about my methods, lately. Surely, I have enough grunts to simply force all of Kanto into submission, but then it is dominance by sheer force, not by wit, wisdom, and the simplest way. The citizens would eventually mutiny, and my control would falter. However, if I have the support of a few notable people, then my control would not falter. Simply put, they do not understand my methods, and I do not believe they will remain silent much longer. Their loyalty is fading. I am telling you all this in case they strike before I am prepared to deal with their misloyalty. In the case I am no longer around, I am naming you leader of the Rockets; namely because I know it will fall apart. Who is left following you will aid to rewrite what Team Rocket is all about. I do not want it carrying on as I have led it if I pass; it is my legacy to hold, none may have it. But you, Angel – you shall be named the new leader of Team Rocket, should anything happen to me.”
“Bliiiiimey!” George quietly exclaimed, pulling his cell phone out to snap many pictures of the email as extra proof. Thinking on the same line, Gary told the computer to print off the email, as Angel sat there in silence. Her? Lead the Rockets? She hardly believed it. Not possible; she was no leader. She was no Rocket Boss.”Well send it!” George exclaimed, shoving Gary's hand out of the way, clicking send on the draft. Angel still sat there, stunned. Her?...
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AN: Short but good :P