AkaneShinigami
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- Posted: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 19:16:58 +0000
Hello, I'm Akane, and since I'm new to Gaia and don't have many friends I've decided to draw attention to myself with my one true talent. Writting. Here's a fanfic that got a lot of attention on FF.net when I posted it awhile back. This is my personal theory of Ash Ketchum's parentage, enjoy.
Idiots.
That was the thought that went through Giovanni's mind as he stared down at his groveling squad of grunts, his worst squad of grunts. Jessie, James, and their talking Meowth were the worst Team Rocket members in the history of the entire organization. They were bumbling, fumbling, buffoons who couldn't steal a Pokemon to save their worthless lives, Giovanni often wondered why he even kept these fools around in the first place other than as an example to the other grunts of what not to do.
The head of Team Rocket stared down at his least favorite squad as the three tried desperately to explain why the hadn't stolen any of the Pokemon from the Magicarp festival as he had instructed. The three began to throw him a plethora of excuses, stupid ones. Magicarp were probably the easiest Pokemon to catch and to steal ever, and these idiots couldn't even do that...
Pathetic.
Then, when Giovanni couldn't even think of other way's these three could get any more useless, they brought him up again. Giovanni has never heard his name, they only refer to him as 'The Twerp' but apparently everywhere these three go, when they almost make a perfect heist, he shows up and stops them with his 'special' Pikachu. Team Rocket's mastermind scowls, why would they tell such a ridiculous and unflattering lie like this? Whenever his other grunts would screw up to the point of having to see him in person they would make up grand stories to explain their failure, often including legendary Pokemon and psychic Officer Jenny's as their stars. But with this trio of imbeciles it's always the same boy with a Pikachu and two other friends, the friends change over time, but never the boy.
Well on one particularly horrid failure Giovanni has his least favorite grunts in front of him again, telling him the fantastic tale of their defeat to the 'twerp' boy for the hundredth, possibly the thousandth, time. He knows he really shouldn't get curious on the lie they tell constantly, but he does. Giovanni asks in utter exasperation if they know just who this 'twerp' really is. Jessie, James, and Meowth scratch their heads for a bit, making Giovanni think that he caught them in their five year long lie.
He didn't expect them to produce a picture of the mystery boy.
He also didn't expect for them to have a name this time.
“Ash Ketchum.” was Meowth's reply as he handed the photograph to his superior, cautiously eying the Persian that was sprawled lazily beside its master. “Dat's da twerp's name, boss.” Giovanni stared at the picture long and hard before he harshly ordered the trio out of his sight. Jessie, James, and Meowth complied fearfully as they all but ran out of the room, wondering quietly to themselves as what had set their boss off. Carding a hand through his slicked back hair Giovanni stared at the picture in shock, Ketchum was a name he was familiar with.
And that frightened him.
Because in the picture was a boy and a woman, the boy was about ten years old with happy brown eyes, a bright smile, and messy black baseball cap covered hair. The woman was beautiful with long auburn hair , warm brown eyes, and a slender figure. They both seemed so happy as they stood side by side holding hands, the boy was holding up a trophy that Giovanni recognized as the Indigo League victory prize. He stared at the picture so long that he knew it would be imprinted into his memory for all time, his eyes wandered back to the woman in the picture and a name that he had been trying to forget for years came tumbling passed his lips.
“Delia...”
Before he even knew what he was doing his fingers had dug themselves into the pocket of his three thousand dollar suit, pulling out the slim black cellular phone he only used for business calls he dialed a number that was sketched into his memory. He placed it to his ear and listened to it ring, it didn't take long before the person on the other end of the line picked up. “Hello?” Was the cheery inquiry, Giovanni's throat tightened upon hearing it as emotions he thought that were long dead began to pool into his chest. “Hello?” the voice asked again, still cheery and sweet.
“Delia.” Was all he said as he struggled to regain control of his emotions, Delia Ketchum quieted fearfully on the other end of the line upon hearing his voice speak her name...
She had hoped to never hear his voice every again.
“What do you want, Giovanni?” she asked, a slight quiver in her voice as she prayed to the Gods that he wasn't going to say what she thought he was.
“I thought...that you'd lost the baby.” Were the words Giovanni spoke and Delia let out a painful sob.
He knew...
That b*****d knew about her sweet baby...her precious little Ash...
The secret she had tried hard to hide for fifteen long years, and now he knew...and Delia feared dreadfully of what he was going to do next now that he knew about Ash, her baby...
And his son.
Discovery
Idiots.
That was the thought that went through Giovanni's mind as he stared down at his groveling squad of grunts, his worst squad of grunts. Jessie, James, and their talking Meowth were the worst Team Rocket members in the history of the entire organization. They were bumbling, fumbling, buffoons who couldn't steal a Pokemon to save their worthless lives, Giovanni often wondered why he even kept these fools around in the first place other than as an example to the other grunts of what not to do.
The head of Team Rocket stared down at his least favorite squad as the three tried desperately to explain why the hadn't stolen any of the Pokemon from the Magicarp festival as he had instructed. The three began to throw him a plethora of excuses, stupid ones. Magicarp were probably the easiest Pokemon to catch and to steal ever, and these idiots couldn't even do that...
Pathetic.
Then, when Giovanni couldn't even think of other way's these three could get any more useless, they brought him up again. Giovanni has never heard his name, they only refer to him as 'The Twerp' but apparently everywhere these three go, when they almost make a perfect heist, he shows up and stops them with his 'special' Pikachu. Team Rocket's mastermind scowls, why would they tell such a ridiculous and unflattering lie like this? Whenever his other grunts would screw up to the point of having to see him in person they would make up grand stories to explain their failure, often including legendary Pokemon and psychic Officer Jenny's as their stars. But with this trio of imbeciles it's always the same boy with a Pikachu and two other friends, the friends change over time, but never the boy.
Well on one particularly horrid failure Giovanni has his least favorite grunts in front of him again, telling him the fantastic tale of their defeat to the 'twerp' boy for the hundredth, possibly the thousandth, time. He knows he really shouldn't get curious on the lie they tell constantly, but he does. Giovanni asks in utter exasperation if they know just who this 'twerp' really is. Jessie, James, and Meowth scratch their heads for a bit, making Giovanni think that he caught them in their five year long lie.
He didn't expect them to produce a picture of the mystery boy.
He also didn't expect for them to have a name this time.
“Ash Ketchum.” was Meowth's reply as he handed the photograph to his superior, cautiously eying the Persian that was sprawled lazily beside its master. “Dat's da twerp's name, boss.” Giovanni stared at the picture long and hard before he harshly ordered the trio out of his sight. Jessie, James, and Meowth complied fearfully as they all but ran out of the room, wondering quietly to themselves as what had set their boss off. Carding a hand through his slicked back hair Giovanni stared at the picture in shock, Ketchum was a name he was familiar with.
And that frightened him.
Because in the picture was a boy and a woman, the boy was about ten years old with happy brown eyes, a bright smile, and messy black baseball cap covered hair. The woman was beautiful with long auburn hair , warm brown eyes, and a slender figure. They both seemed so happy as they stood side by side holding hands, the boy was holding up a trophy that Giovanni recognized as the Indigo League victory prize. He stared at the picture so long that he knew it would be imprinted into his memory for all time, his eyes wandered back to the woman in the picture and a name that he had been trying to forget for years came tumbling passed his lips.
“Delia...”
Before he even knew what he was doing his fingers had dug themselves into the pocket of his three thousand dollar suit, pulling out the slim black cellular phone he only used for business calls he dialed a number that was sketched into his memory. He placed it to his ear and listened to it ring, it didn't take long before the person on the other end of the line picked up. “Hello?” Was the cheery inquiry, Giovanni's throat tightened upon hearing it as emotions he thought that were long dead began to pool into his chest. “Hello?” the voice asked again, still cheery and sweet.
“Delia.” Was all he said as he struggled to regain control of his emotions, Delia Ketchum quieted fearfully on the other end of the line upon hearing his voice speak her name...
She had hoped to never hear his voice every again.
“What do you want, Giovanni?” she asked, a slight quiver in her voice as she prayed to the Gods that he wasn't going to say what she thought he was.
“I thought...that you'd lost the baby.” Were the words Giovanni spoke and Delia let out a painful sob.
He knew...
That b*****d knew about her sweet baby...her precious little Ash...
The secret she had tried hard to hide for fifteen long years, and now he knew...and Delia feared dreadfully of what he was going to do next now that he knew about Ash, her baby...
And his son.
The End