like father like son (alyssa + silver)

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[STYLE=background-color: F5F5F5; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; width: 435px; margin-left: 10px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; color: 757575;]It has been quite a long time since Giovanni last found himself eavesdropping. His windows were rolled down and his headlights turned on. The sun was beginning to set and a cool, moist air that promised fog rolled in with the strong breeze. He touched the revolver hidden beneath his trench-coat with his black-dyed miltank-skin gloves. He could hear a familiarly rebellious voice and he decided to get out of the car.

He leaned against the elegant, muddied vehicle on the abandoned service road as he kept an eye on the advancing Nox combatants. They walked on the dirtcoming from the direction of the lighthouse, which was still in sight. The rear of his car faced them - a commanding woman and his private of relative. So this was one of the Nox generals whom his money fed?

Giovanni hid his eyes beneath the brim of his hat, preferring to shield them like his concealed weapon. He touched his car keys and the trunk popped open. A black suitcase was revealed with metal clasps preventing it from bursting open with Team Rocket's milk and honey - cash.

"Thank you Madame Nox. It looks like you have done everything I've requested. You've been more than helpful," he said tipping his hat to woman standing a step ahead, a greedy smile materializing on his half exposed face. "My son thinks he can save the world, but he can do this quite well back home."

His eyes tipped up under from under his hat to inspect his son, that lost boy whom he had never planned to seek out when he first ran away. Silver had grown up like a weed. Perhaps, all his blood had rubbed off since. His hair was all messy. He seemed reluctant of the woman who held his arm so well. There was nothing at all 'Team Rocket' about him, standing in those dirtied rebel's rags. But it was in the quiet and dangerous eyes of Silver's grandmama that Giovanni took hope, the same he saw this very evening.

The sturdy man walked removed the briefcase from the trunk. He propped it up on a ledge of the car and clicked it open to check the bills - it looked right. Archer had packed it with the perfection of an accountant. Sharply, he shut the trunk and closed the distance on the pebbly ground between himself and the two Nox. He handed it over to his friend, the Regional Leader, whom he had heard so much of. "Our agreement." Indeed, she was very young and Giovanni wondered once again how the generation beneath his had become so great.

Finally, he addressed his son. "I wouldn't have minded what you did with your life, but it was incredibly foolish of you to join the army. What were you thinking?"
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[/IMG] [style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙words : 823; ♙tags: Giovanni & Alyssa; ♙lyrics: Glass by Eyedea & Abilities;[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-left: 5px; width: 450px; margin-top: 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; border-radius: 10px 10px 0px 0px; text-align: justify; letters-spacing: 2px;]I'll be fine…[/style][style=background-color: #111111; padding: 5px; width: 448px; opacity: 0.7; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #5b5b5b; height: 300px; overflow: auto;] As the two of them began to approach an extravagant, yet dirt-blemished car on the side of the empty road, Silver felt anxiety rise up within him, like mercury in a heated thermometer. A light fog had begun to roll in, and the entire area was silent, save for the quiet howl of the wind rushing over the barren earth. Silver could barely make out a figure leaning against the side of the vehicle… As if he were waiting for them. He was right. Something fishy WAS going on here, and like a fool, he quite literally allowed himself to be dragged right to it. The fog, combined with the distance he and Alyssa were from the figure, and the fact that this man seemed to be hiding his visage beneath his hat, made it impossible for Silver to make out exactly who it was. But somehow, there was an air of familiarity about whoever-this-was… And it turned that building anxiety into pure dread, forming a heavy, cold pit in the center of his stomach.

As they drew ever nearer to the car, the man came more into focus. The clearer he appeared in Silver’s vision, the more his temptation to break away began to gnaw at him. Without warning, Alyssa stopped the b lack-clad Nox member in his tracks, holding her free hand out in front of him, as the man began to speak, ending his statement with a painfully familiar smile. Silver felt his heart skip a beat as the phrase “my son” left the man’s mouth. My son. As the phrase began to sink in, so did everything else about this man: his voice, his style of speech, his mannerisms, and that smile… That damned smile that he had seen far too many times for his own liking. This man was none other than the leader of Team Rocket, and Silver’s father, Giovanni Sakaki.

…This… Can’t be happening, Silver thought hopelessly as feelings of despair flooded his conscious. The entire world was spinning beneath his feet right now. How did Giovanni manage to find him, after successfully evading him for all these years? Did Alyssa realize just who this was? If she did, then she knew Silver was the heir to the leader of Team Rocket, and if she knew that… Silver started feeling light-headed. If she knew that, there was no way she could keep it a secret from the rest of the Nox higher-ups. Silver silently gulped, as beads of sweat appeared beneath his blood-red bangs. Even if Alyssa didn’t realize who she was talking to, how could he keep the identity of his father a secret? There was no way he could keep up that charade any longer.

Despite the state of turmoil Silver’s mind was in at that moment, he managed a small, vitriolic smile as he watched Alyssa take the suitcase from Giovanni. “…Well, I didn't expect this from you, of all people, Alyssa,” he began to address the Hoenn leader, struggling to keep his voice steady. “We fought together, side-by-side, in the Battle of Olivine. We worked together to save that Ampharos from that lighthouse before the damn thing was destroyed. We both placed our trust in each other, and yet, here you are now, selling me out for nothing more than a sum of money. This is who the people believe in to liberate them from Lux.” The statement contained a trace of bitter humor, rather than accusation. However, regardless, it was still clear, biting criticism, whether it was said in an accusatory tone or not.

Once that sentiment was spoken, Silver slowly turned his head towards Giovanni, the man who he had shunned as a father and renounced all relation to. But here he was, threatening to uproot his entire world and place it on its side. The bitter smile dissipated immediately as Silver shot his father a look dripping with venom. “It’s been awhile since we’ve last seen each other, father,” he started, spitting out that last word distastefully. “And yet the first thing you do is speak to me as if I’m still the same small, weak child that I was when I first left.”[/b] His gray eyes burned with intense defiance as he kept his gaze fixated upon Giovanni’s face. “Let me assure you… I’ve grown more than just slightly since that day. So before you go any further… What is it that makes you think I’d be willing to obey you now… When I refused to do so when I was just a child?”[/b] Given his current position, Silver was in no place to strike out at Giovanni, no matter how violently the desire to do so burned within him. With his injured arm still being held in place by Alyssa, he was restricted to a very small area of movement. Even so, he was sure that Alyssa would jump in if he attempted to attack the Rocket Boss. Who knew what other terms their deal entailed? [/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Sorry for lamepost. OTL Here;[/style]credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]