This part was written by Annie. Part 11: Let the Battle Begin! You Just Can't Win... Misty's heart soared for a few seconds. She couldn't see Ash at all. Even if he had changed, she had to know if he was still cute. There was a love inside her for the now-evil boy called Ash. Even if he was still stupider than a slowpoke, he was cute and funny. Misty had a secret love for him that she kept deep within herself. She didn't want him to know. He might turn away from her. Fantasies were a lot better than rejection. Perhaps Ash had changed so much that he didn't want the love of another human. His love's light was so big, and she wanted to be illuminated by it. He only shared his love with Pokemon. He had no room for her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ash looked at Misty. The Team Rocket uniform complimented her graceful figure, and it drew attention to her beautiful face. She was looking right at him, but he looked away from her. He had seen something he didn't know in her eyes. If he didn't know it was impossible, he would have thought it was caring - no, desperation, in her gaze. Ash dismissed those thoughts. He loved his Pokemon. Misty would shun him if he tried to like her. Pikachu was his one light and love. Misty was only a friend. She was too biting and temperamental for him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She had a secret. She hid it deep inside all around her there was darkness, but she wanted Ash's love. She couldn't tell him about it because he'd turn away. Team Rocket had changed him from a person who would one day be a Pokemon Master into a son of a criminal mastermind. He had been swallowed up by darkness. There was no light in sight. He was beyond all redemption now. She would hide her love deep inside, and she would keep it hidden from the world. It was better that way because she wouldn't get hurt. He probably felt nothing for her at all; he only cared about Team Rocket and Pokemon. There was no room for her. "I want you and my son to go with my elite Team Rocket agents. Together, you will take control of Viridian City with ease," Giovanni told her. "Yes, Boss," she replied. Leave a madman to his fantasies... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Geneva groggily came to. She was on her bed. She had been asleep for a long time, probably for the last two days. She realized that the person who brought her food had put some kind of drug in it to make her sleep. She cursed for a few moments. She got out of bed, having to lean on it in support as a final wave of dizziness came over her. She looked down at the bed. It was white with small R's all over it. She felt it. It was soft, probably made out of feather down. At least it was soft... Her bag was empty, sitting on the floor beside her bed. She realized that it had been emptied long ago. She was vaguely aware of someone taking all of her old clothes away. A dresser stood in the corner of the room, all white. A red R was on the top. She looked at the first drawer and opened it. Standard White uniforms lined the drawer. She remembered vaguely that it was the same color that the boy who had kidnaped me wore, but she let the thought slip out of her mind. And there was a pair of silver scissors atop the dresser. She remembered that she had always wanted to cut her hair, but my upper-class snobs of parents wouldn't let her. She smiled evilly. During the next few minutes, the room was filled with the sound of scissors cutting hair. Six-to-seven inch strips of it fell to the ground. When she was done, she looked up. Her hair was not quite shoulder length, and the bottom was uneven. It looked an awful lot like the hair of that boy that took her away from Pokemon Tech. She brushed her hair and picked up the scraps, throwing them in a trash bin. Ten minutes later she was wearing a white Team Rocket Standard uniform. Much to her relief, she wasn't wearing the skanky clothing Team Rocket girls were famous for wearing, but wore pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Her boots were long, though, and the uniform was cut to fit a girl, not a boy. She looked back at the dresser. Atop were a pair of gloves that were above three black fact sheets. Atop the gloves was a belt. It had three pokeballs on it. Geneva quickly put the gloves on. She had wanted to touch a pokeball for the longest time. Her foster parents had never let her even go near one. Now, she would finally see for herself. She put the belt on and picked up the fact sheets. They told her about three Pokemon: Nyura, Koffing, and Grimer. She smiled to herself. These were hers now? She had always wanted a Pokemon. She took one of the pokeballs and threw it. "Go, pokeball," she said. Out came the Koffing. It looked very interesting. She hadn't seen one before, and she only knew that it was poisonous. And it was the cutest thing she had ever seen! Then she saw the note. It was inconspicuous enough, but when she read it, the words shot out of the page like knives. "Geneva, One of my employees will escort you to the gymnasium in fifteen minutes for an evaluation of your skills. " She looked up. An evaluation? She had never been in a battle before. She hoped she would win. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James was pruning one of his bouquets of roses when he saw a note. He picked it up and looked at it. "What? I have a new partner again?!" he said hysterically. "James - You will pick up the girl in room A-172-03. Bring her to the gymnasium. You will stay and watch. She is your new partner. " "Here we go again," he mumbled to himself. He walked out of his room and went down the hallway to pick her up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jesse was doing her hair when she got a message. She was getting a new partner. It was... BROCK?!?!?!?!?!? She had an assignment with him in two hours. They would go to steal all of Gary Oak's most valuable Pokemon. She hoped it wouldn't be a repeat of the Pikachu crisis. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ James walked up to the girl's room and knocked. He opened the door. A girl was standing in front of the mirror. She was pulling her short hair back with clips that had roses on them. She was wearing a belt with pokeballs on it, and her uniform was very similar to his own. She looked a lot like Ash, but she reminded him of so many other people.... "Okay, I'm ready," she said. He led her to the gymnasium. All the lights were out as they stepped onto the blue balcony-like thing. The light came on suddenly, illuminating the battling arena. A cold, commanding voice was heard from the other end. "Let the battle begin," he said. "Pokeball, go!" Out came a very classy Pokemon. It was a Nidoking. Geneva stepped back automatically. She had once been attacked by a wild one. Geneva fingered for the familiar pokeball that housed Koffing. She threw the ball. "Koffing, go!" Though she knew the Nyura was probably in the third pokeball, she wouldn't use it yet. Nyura... she had done a report on the species of Pokemon in her first year of Pokemon Tech. She knew a lot about it. The battle had begun.