Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH11: Cautious Traveler

You were honestly surprised when no one showed up, suddenly throwing you in some sort of cell or a room, locking the door behind them. You had free range as you let the powerful Rai lead you through the cargo ship, and eventually you spent the rest of your time in the captain's office, gorging yourself on cheese and crackers, and releasing your pokemon as you all sat on a couch, feeling full and content with your little snack. Even Marko seemed to be relaxing, against the door as he kept it closed, but stood by to listen in to anyone passing by.

You had almost fallen into a deep sleep until you heard the door open, snapping your body awake, and Spirit and Rai jumped down, about to battle whoever showed up, while Don had shifted from his curled up spot on top of a bookshelf to see what was the matter. But, it wasn't until everyone noticed it was the tall blonde captain that the pokemon to settle down, and for you to relax back against the decorative couch pillow you head was laying upon.

"We just left port," Lt. Surge told you with a smirk upon his face. "We're on our way to Vermillion City, but have a few stops along the way... Grunt, you can leave if you want –"

"I'm staying," Marko glared, but you slowly sat up, rubbing your sore eyes, letting Spirit jump onto your lap and slump his head down on your warm black pants while the raichu easily jumped back onto the cushion he had been sleeping on, leaning back into the couch and staring at his human owner with a bored look on his face.

"Kid –"

"Sir, he's a friend," you decided to say, again, and the man sighed, shaking his head at you.

"Okay. Fine. But if you're sticking around, why don't you tell me who you really~ are," the man decided to say, and you watched Marko give the man a nervous look, glancing at you to notice the meek smile on your face. The grunt sighed as he walked further into the room, glaring at the lieutenant as he found himself sitting down on his own couch, popping open a beer bottle with ease, and Marko coughed into his hand before he began to lean against the far wall.

"I'm... from Goldenrod City. The name is Marko Ciccone. I have several siblings, under the same mother, but some of us have different fathers. I'm the oldest out of the bunch, and... I joined Team Rocket to give my brothers and sisters an opportunity for a better life. I cannot afford to go to high school, let alone college, and I don't make the best grades, so... here I am," Marko explained, simply, and he noticed you had leaned against the raichu, letting your eyes fluttering close as you felt your body fall deep into fatigue, but the man nodded his head in response and turned his gaze to you.

"That true, Violet? –"

"Marko is like a big brother to me," you decided to say, your eyes closed as you leaned comfortably into the electric pokemon's soft fur, your hand lazily running through your silver eevee's soft and slightly dirty fur as you continued solemnly. "One of his brothers is a best friend of mine. I-I know their family quite well... His grandmum is the best," you continued, opening your eyes to look at the older boy, who gave you a slight frown, but you smirked at him before glancing lazily at the man sitting on the other side of the couch. "... Aren't you going to ask me about what happened?"

"If you want to talk, then alright," Surge responded, taking a deep gulp of the beer in his hand, and you grumbled as you slumped into the raichu's fur, wondering where you should start before shifting to stare over at the foreigner, with an unsure gaze.

You decided to tell him almost everything, though you omitted the suspicion you had towards your father's friends and that you didn't want anyone to get hurt because of you, but you explained the situation to him as well as you possibly could. There was a lot of questions you personally had, but you decided to be honest with the man. After all, he'd know what the best course of action actually is. You might as well ask, shouldn't you?