Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH19: Cold Truth

You sat in the car, your eyes glancing over at the man every so often, only to stare back down at your lap. You slowly lifted up your left leg, wondering where exactly you had gotten injured, and why. You can only conclude it was because of that rhyperior. You probably slammed into the pokemon harder then you should have.

Your eyes began to linger upon the man sitting across from you, staring at him with the same judgmental look your father's honchkrow was also giving him.

His face looked strained, his eyes glaring as he stared out the tinted window. Every so often, he would grumble underneath his breath, and barely acknowledged you were even sitting there. You could tell he was stressed out. After all, one of the Rocket bases had been compromised, and you were wondering by who. It was obviously another gangster, so who exactly? Whoever it was, it was putting this man on edge, and you couldn't stop but give him a worried look, wondering where this was all leading to.

It didn't take long for Giovanni to notice that you were staring at him from across the silent car, but he didn't know what to say. Should he even say anything? He hasn't seen you since you were... and he took the time and energy to distance himself from his son's family, while still trying to keep an eye on him. he can only conclude that he didn't do a very good job in watching out for him, even if his son wanted him to stay away.

But... while the girl across from him, so young and so tired, looked like a spitting image of her mother, and... well, in several ways, his own mother. He could tell she had dyed her hair brown, but if it was black that came from her great grandmother. And those eyes, while blue, were also very much gray, like her father's. She was a unique looking child, and he can only conclude she'd become a beautiful looking young woman.

Good genes do run in the family, after all.

However, just how is he going to do this? After all, the girl is assuming she's going with him, but... should she? There are many people out there willing to take the girl in, but there is some information he wants to have from her, first. More importantly, what exactly happened to his son, and why does she insist on running? What stupidity did his son get into anyways??

"... Where are we going?" you finally managed to ask in a meek tone of voice, and you noticed the man barely gave you a glance before sighing underneath his breath as he continued to look out the window.

"Towards another Team Rocket base, but it's located on the other side of the island, away from the civilians... Don't you have any questions?"

"Huh?" you couldn't help but ask, noticing he was now looking over at you with his hand propping up his head, as he leaned against the window with a bored and tired look on his face.

"I'm surprised you showed up, the way you did, and I can only assume you helped distract my enemies using those captured pokemon. So... don't you have questions?"

"Many, but should I even ask them?" you decided to say, giving the man a stern look while he only raised a curious eyebrow at your simple question. "You look busy and stressed out. Even if I ask, I may not understand what you're even talking about –"

"You can try. Whether you like it or not, we're family now, and I tell you, I'll be as honest as I can with you," he decided to state, causing you to frown as your eyes began to stare out the window, the movement causing Don to nuzzle his beak against the side of your hood, as if he was trying to get rid of the hood that was still atop your head.

"... Just... I figure that you're a part of Team Rocket in some way. So... how? Who are you??" you had to ask, watching him with a keen interest as he turned to slump back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.