A/N: HEY GUYS! I'm just going to post this up here, but thank you guys for reading my story, so far! I know it isn't completely finished. There's a part 2 coming out, maybe an hour or two after this chapter. But yeah, this is the final chapter to this pokemon Origin Story. I've enjoyed writing this story, and I thank you guys for being so patient with me, when it comes to uploading each chapter. I'm glad to see that I have some new followers, and I'd love to have more as I continue to write!

I'll tell you guys something, I've had this story on my mind for years, now. I just haven't had the confidence or the drive or just the time to start it. My life has become rather… boring, lately. Mundane and bland. But, writing fanfiction or just writing in general keeps my creative mind from yelling in agony. It's just, I haven't decided to post my stories up in a long while because I tend to not finish the stories. But yeah, I feel VERY accomplished right now! This'll be the 2nd story, on this site, or in general, that I OFFICALLY completed, but this story isn't over yet. Part 2 to this origin story will be coming out in an hour or two, and I'll try to keep up a natural rhythm when it comes to posting stories.

Just don't expect me to post a bunch of chapters at once. Well… maybe I will, for a little while, but eventually I'll get too close to the point I'm writing the chapters at, and then I'll end up having to stop completely. But yeah. Thank you guys for READING this story and THANK YOU for going on this journey with me. I hope you've guys ENJOYED the story and enjoy reading the rest of it!

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You thought were you being quiet. You really did. Everyone seemed to be rather busy, going about their business, trying to get from one spot to another, or they were sitting around, having power naps or looking around in boredom.

But, you should have expected a sneak attack as arms suddenly grabbed your shoulders and you were spun around, staring upward with wide eyes.

"Violet! Where have you been?! –"

"W-well I –"

"I have been looking all over for you! I thought you ran off or something, but now you're here? What the hell? –"

"Mark –"

"I thought you were in trouble, but when I went to your cabin no one was there. I thought you were kidnapped, kid. Kidnapped! But nooo~ –"

"Marko, just shut up for one little second," you growled, holding up a finger in his face, but before he could utter another word you decided to say, "please."

"… Fine," he huffed, letting go of your shoulders, but glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. "Explain."

"Look, I knew if I told you I was planning on leaving you'd freak out, like usual, and probably lock me in a storage closet or something –"

"I would never lock you in a room without your consent –"

"But I already suspected foul play and honestly… I don't need people holding my hand all the damn time. I don't need some random guy bringing me to some other strange place just because he was told to. I-I need to be able to make my own decision, okay? I'm sorry for not telling you that I left the boat… I wasn't really sure if I wanted to leave or not, you know? I just felt it was easier to."

"… Vi you could have just told me –"

"Where's Rickie?" you interrupted the young man, glaring up at him sternly as you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning onto your right foot so your left leg wouldn't hurt so much.

"In the center –"

"Why? –"

"He got poisoned by those traitors," he growled underneath his breath, glaring off to the side to a particular blacked out vehicle that you can only assumed held a bunch of prisoners. "But he'll be fine. Barely a scratch… Tell me why you're here then, kid."

"W-well," you chuckled nervously, scratching the back of your neck, "you see, it's a very, very funny story. You're going to laugh~ and laugh~ –"

"Don't stall. Just spit it out," he told you, but noticing the slightly amused and content look on your face, even though there were dark circles forming underneath your eyes from a lack of sleep, he couldn't help but let a slight smile appear on his own face, seeing you in a familiar state of being.

"So, ah… That relative I apparently have, right? Well, this morning, I snuck into Surge's room and found the slip of paper with the address on it. So I stole a water pokemon and made my way to the island," you decided to tell him, your eyes glancing away to stare off at the Rockets all around you, noticing that no one seemed to notice, or care, that you were even standing there. A child, much too young to be part of some criminal organization, was being yelled at by a mere grunt for being, well, an idiot. "… I staked the place out until people showed up. It is, or rather was, a Team Rocket base on this island."

"… Wait, Vi, are you saying –"

"About four Rocket vehicles were ambushed by some rival gang, I'm guessing," you continued, ignoring the obviously shocked look on the man's face as you looked towards the center's doors, wondering if you should grab your stuff or not. "They wore dark blue and black. I-I don't know what that means, but… they weren't Rockets. I noticed shit was going down, and considering I was going to be sent to that very location, I knew something was wrong. Either Lt. Surge betrayed me, or my grandfather was being betrayed by someone else.

"So I… released a bunch of nearby pokeballs, and then climbed up onto a roof to get a better view," you couldn't help but smirk, turning to look up at the surprised looking Marko as he stared down at you with wide eyes. "But, then the ground shook and the roof caved in. I'm good though. Met that guy and everything," you smiled lightly, and you watched as he put a hand upon his forehead, running his hand through his messy hair as he shook his head at you.

"Violet, that was reckless of you. You could have been killed, or worse! What were you thinking? –"

"I didn't die, did I? And I'm fine now," you shrugged, letting out a tired sigh as you looked away, rubbing your arm as you let a pout appear upon your face. "It happened so fast. I just moved on instinct, is all."

"What sort of shit did you get in with your father anyways?"

"A lot. Trust me, it was a lot," you smirked, glancing up at the man and giving him a snarky grin. "In fact, it was kind of fun. Not going to lie."

"Geeze," Marko sighed, scratching the top of his head before letting out a deep, tired sigh, closing his eyes for a moment before looking down at you. "So… Vi," he began, your eyes connecting with his own as he spoke as seriously as possible, "what do you think of that guy? I mean… what is he? Your grandfather?"

"… I-I don't know," you sighed deeply to yourself, glancing away and turning your attention back to the center's sliding doors. Wondering to yourself if you should return to the vehicle before he got back, or not. "He… reminds me of dad. I-I cannot help but wonder if I can actually have a nice life with him, but then again… I'd probably just get in the way," you honestly told him, a pout lining your face as you continued somberly. "I have this feeling that I can learn a lot about my family, but should I? Maybe being clueless is better than knowing too much, even if it means I'm absolutely clueless to any problems that may come my way. I… realized that… no matter where I go, I'm going to end up being a liability. Maybe I should just live my life as some hermit," you pouted, but your eyes turned up to Marko as he let out an unamused snort.

"A hermit? Kid, that's stupid, plus you're too young for that sort of thing… You shouldn't be afraid to live the life you want," he decided to tell you, glancing around as if he was searching for someone, "and if you think this guy can give you what you want, then you should take it. If not, then we'll figure something out, right?"

"… I-I think –"

"Viola!" you heard someone shout from behind you, a yelp leaving your breath at the booming voice that caused everyone out in the courtyard to turn their gaze to the man standing by a blacked out vehicle. When his eyes found yours he glared, his gaze turning from you to Marko, and then back to you, and you could hear the young man gulping at the piercing eyes of his Boss.

"T-the –"

"I got to go," you decided to say, quickly shoving any sort of insecurity or intimidation you felt by moving in a swift manner and punching the taller man in the arm, causing him to snap out of his frightened trance to look down at you and let out a loud 'ow!', but you managed to grin up at him deviously, a pout forming on his face as he rubbed his sore arm. "I bet we'll see each other, 'kay?"

"Kid, why is the Boss –"

"Please, if you can, tell me if Rickie will be fine or not. Depending on the poison –"

"He'll be fine, Vi. Trust me. He's tough, but, ah," he chuckled nervously, noticing the Boss of Team Rocket was making his way over to the two of you, and he suddenly shoved your back, forcing you forward towards the much taller and older man, "you should go, if you have to."

"Oh. Okay. Bye," you decided to say, quickly moving away from his hand as you rushed as fast as you could to the dark brown haired man, noticing he was glaring down at you, and you couldn't help but let out a nervous chuckle. "Ah… hey, sir –"

"I told you to stay in the van –"

"I wanted to make sure my friends were alright," you huffed back, glancing back at Marko, who had quickly made his way back into a sea of grunts, before turning back to the tall man and smiling lightly up at him. "They are."

"You have friends here?" Giovanni couldn't help but ask, an amused tone in his voice, and you couldn't stop the snarky smirk that appeared on your face.

"I'm not my father's kid for not'ing," you grinned, but you quickly let out a cough, a nervous look appearing on your face at his unamused look, and you quickly began to look around, as if you were searching for someone to stare at. "So, ah… a-are we going? –"

"In a moment, but return to the car. I am waiting for –"

"Giovanni," you heard a confident voice speak from behind your back, and you turned to notice the man was clothed in a different attire compared to most Rockets, wearing a black turtle neck shirt underneath a fully white outfit. Your eyes gazed up at the black patch upon his left chest with the infamous crimson red 'R', and his dark blue teal eyes gazed down at you, for a moment, before he looked back to the Boss and gave a slight bow. "Sir, preparations have been made and –"

"Good. Archer, if you are done here, accompany me so we can discuss more about the current situation," your grandfather stated sternly, your eyes glancing between the two adults with a curious gaze, but as you noticed your grandfather was walking back to the vehicle you quickly rushed after him, noticing the curious look on the man's face. "Go ahead, child," Giovanni told you as he opened the door for you, and you let out a huffy snort, giving the man a glare before you slipped back inside. Don easily swooped back onto your shoulder as you moved back into the car, landing on the very seat you had been sitting on, his eyes honed on you as you slipped back into the vehicle, only for the door to close and for the man to stand outside, with that strange looking guy.

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"Is she? –"

"She is," Giovanni stated sternly, giving his executive a dark glare. "I want you and Proton to interrogate and get rid of the traitors. I'm sure there are more of them."

"The fact that the man could infiltrate our organization astounds me," Archer decided to say, but the older man quickly shook his head.

"It doesn't surprise me one bit, but Antonio was working for someone, I'm sure of that… If you can, try to find out who it was. If not, then just get rid of the lot of them."

"Of course –"

"I'll give you a ride," Giovanni said, or rather ordered, to his executive, and the man nodded and gave the man a light smile as the driver came around the side and opened the door for the two men. The driver patiently waited for his superiors to step into the vehicle before closing the door, rushing back to the driver's seat to start up the car.

The three sat in silence, the honchkrow perching upon the girl's shoulder while the persian slumped down on the ground, annoyed that his seat was taken by the teal haired man. Archer was a bit nervous sitting so close to the Boss' persian, considering the feline has scratched him several times in the past, but soon his eyes fell upon the little girl sitting across the vehicle from them, her eyes staring out the window with a tired, yet irritated expression on her face.

The man wasn't surprised when the Boss was the first one to utter a word. "So, you know some of the grunts, do you?" Giovanni decided to ask, causing the girl's head to glance over, but only just slightly. "Is that boy someone you know?"

A soft sigh left your breath as you slumped down into your seat, figuring you're going to end up talking to the man, again, even if you didn't feel like talking right now. "Yes, actually. You know him as Frank," you decided to say, your eyes gazing back to the window, though you stayed seated in the seat as the forest quickly passed you by, "but he's a friend of mine back when… I lived with mum," you told him, a pout lining your face before you sat up in your chair and turned to the man. "If I hadn't run into him a few weeks back, I probably would still be aimlessly running. I doubt you would have found me. I was planning on jumping onto the first ship that would sail as far away from Johto and Kanto as possible, but… I suppose Frank stopped my plans," you decided to say, though recalling the memory made you crack a smile, and you couldn't believe just how much time has passed since then. Since… you were running for your life, from legit monsters that wanted nothing more than to kill you and get rid of you.

"Did he now?" you heard your grandfather state, but noticing you had stopped talking he sighed and slumped back into his seat, the fatigue of the day slowly draining him of his necessary energy. "… Anyone else?"

"Frank and Rickie. I'm surprised to see Frank, but I'm not surprised with Rickie. He always was an opportunist," you smirked, but then your smile quickly faded away as you let out a huffy sigh, "but Rickie got poisoned. I didn't have the chance to see if he was alright, or if Frank was just being nice and isn't telling me the truth… I hate it when he hides things from me," you pouted, but as you heard the two adults shifting in their seats, you quickly glanced over at them, sitting up in your chair, before staring back out the window, wondering where you were going.

"He's probably fine," you heard the stranger say, your head turning only slightly to glare in his general direction. "The boy, I mean. We didn't suffer any major causalities, and everyone who was placed in the pokemon center has mild injuries. Nothing too serious –"

"That's enough, Archer," you heard your grandfather speak, the man quickly closing his mouth at his words, but noticing your curious glance he sat up in his chair and let out a huffy snort. "I forgot to introduce the two of you. Viola, this is Archer. He's one of my executives, one of the best Rocket agents in the team."

"Thank you, sir," the man bowed slightly to your grandfather, but you gave the two of them unsure glances as Giovanni kept his attention on you.

"This is Viola Rosso, my granddaughter –"

"Actually it's –"

"It's Rosso," Giovanni spoke sternly to you, a pout and a snort leaving your breath as the man glanced between the two of you, before smiling and giving the man a slight nod of his head.

"I see… It's nice to meet you, young Rosso."

"Likewise, I suppose," you had to respond with an unsure look on your face, but your eyes turned to your grandfather as he let out a frustrated sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as he closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

Noticing the conversation between the men seemed to have come to an end you slowly sat back into your seat, your eyes turning to look out the window as you felt your eyes growing heavier and heavier.

That is… until you heard your grandfather speak something you were hoping to avoid, at least for a while, "I must ask… considering he's my son and all, what happened to your father?" Noticing you didn't answer, Giovanni opened his eyes to glare in your direction, only for his eyes to soften when he realized the look of hurt that was in your eyes while you stared mindlessly out the window, as if you had just been kicked in the gut, for no reason whatsoever. "… I ask because –"

"I don't trust your… executive enough to tell you," you decided to state, though honestly, at this point, you've told so many people that you could afford to tell another. Just… you just don't know how much you should say. Should you tell all~~ the details, or just stick to the main points of your tale?

"Child –"

"I worry about the boy as well," you heard the Archer man state, and as he noticed your eyes glancing only slightly in his direction, he managed to give you a slight smirk upon his usually stern and neutral looking face. "At one point in time, I raised the boy, Silver. It's a shame that he had to meet an unfortunate end."

"… My father was kidnapped from his family when he was two," you stated rather bluntly, as you glared at the man. However, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes a pain filled look appearing on your grandfather's face, but you ignored it to glare at the man sitting directly across from you. "How could you say you raised him in any way?"

"Simple. I was ordered to, so Mr. Giovanni could get his work done," Archer exclaimed in a calm manner, though he didn't like the glaring look in your eyes, a glare he's seen oh too many times before, but on a much older face. "Us executives have been by your grandfather's side since he began his start as Team Rocket's great leader."

With just a glance, you could tell this guy was overly affectionate towards your grandfather, for some reason. As if he was heaven sent, a leader amongst leaders, a man deserving absolute respect. The idea made you inwardly gag, but… if your grandfather seemed fine with you speaking in front of this guy about personal matters, maybe it's alright to say something?

You sighed deeply to yourself, turning to ignore the blue haired man completely as you looked out the window, glaring at your reflection, noticing the slight tint of red glistening in your vision, and you brushed your brown bangs out of your face, wishing your hair was back to being normal. You miss your black hair. "… Do you want the short version or the long one?" you decided to ask, though you didn't turn to the adults to see their reactions or the looks they gave each other by your rather simple question.

"Long, please. I want to hear every detail," you heard your grandfather say, and through the reflection in the window you noticed Archer was staring at your grandfather with a slightly shocked look on his face, as if he wasn't used to such a kind tone of voice coming from the proud man.

"Long… eh?" you frowned, a deep sigh leaving your breath as you slumped into your seat, your hands slipping into your coat pockets as you slumped backward, staring at anything in the car, but them.

So, you started at the very beginning, with the death of your mother. When your entire world crashed down around you, and you didn't know what to do with yourself. You honestly told them, or rather your grandfather, that you left with your father because you didn't want to be alone. Because you didn't want to lose him either. You didn't want him to vanish from your sights.

But then you went into your suspicions of your father's job. How he acted like some assassin, not just some wandering spy and trainer, probably killing off people that the Pokemon League wanted dead, or rather, the Pokemon League Council. You never met the group, but your father talked about them, whenever the two of you were finally alone and you had questions you wanted answered. Reasons as to why he was always roaming around, and never seemed to be home… ever, anymore. Why you were both constantly on the move.

"Dad said that he was doing this so he could protect us, but I still don't get how doing someone's dirty work for them is having any sort of protection," you huffed, shaking your head at the mere idea. "But even so, my mum was dead, and at first I never put two and two together. A few months ago, things went sour. All of the sudden, he wanted us to move a lot quicker than usual, and at first dad didn't tell me what was going on.

"I figured it out on my own, after a while. He did something that the council didn't like, so they sent their own hoard of assassins after us.

"And… it was… that same guy who killed mum that killed my… dad," you managed to state, your voice shivering as you spoke, but you managed to keep your emotions and check and not cry, even if you really, really wanted to start bawling, again.

You continued on with your tale, telling the two about the details to how your father died, what you suspected happened. How you ran off like a coward, and knew that you were next. "First mum, then dad, then probably me. It's a process of elimination. I couldn't take chances… a-and no. I don't know if a body was ever found… but it would be nice to have one, at least." You couldn't help but sigh deeply, but a light, sad smile eventually lined your face.

You explained why you ended up on a ship bound for Vermillion, why you stuck around. How Lt. Surge told you about a relative you thought was dead, and how your friends helped you make your decisions. "You told me to make a choice," you decided to say, once you were finished, refusing to look any of the adults in the eyes as you stared gloomily out the window, unable to cry anymore, but not able to look the least bit happy, either. "I know you want that information out of me. I'm not stupid. If I was just a little bit stronger, a bit more knowledgeable, not so naïve, perhaps I could just… just put all the pieces together and figure out who that guy was and why my parents had to die… but… I just don't know. I don't, and it hurts that I don't.

"Staying with my parents' friends isn't a good decision. I don't want to bring about any sort of harm onto them. I-I cannot bare to see more people die cause of me… I could just leave," you decided to say, ignoring their gazes entirely as you spoke your thoughts out loud, knowing it was all being overheard by the adults and the pokemon around you. "Run off and disappear entirely. Change my identity and live on the hope that I can leave this painful past behind me, and always live in fear. I-I just… I want the truth," you honestly admitted, glaring as you stared out the window. "I want to know why my parents are dead. I want to know why I have a price on my head. I-I just want to know… why I'm so gods damn important. I don't understand it. I'm not something special. I'm just a kid.

"I hate not knowing. I hate that I'm too weak to know, it seems. I wish I was stronger," you sighed, letting your lips close shut as you found yourself looking out the window, ignoring the men, hoping you could let this conversation die down, even if a tense atmosphere lingered in the air around you.

"You're right," you finally heard a voice speak to you, your eyes staring through the window's reflection to notice a thoughtful look crossing your grandfather's face. "Your parents probably kept too much from you, but then again your father only wanted what was best for you. Our family's secrets are… extensive. We naturally bring harm to those we care about, only because others seek us out, either wanting our deaths or desiring to wield the powers we have. But as I've stated before," he continued with a huff, your head slowly turning to look at his weary, yet stern, looking face, "our family has enemies, and you need to learn to deal with the idea of being in danger for the rest of your life. It's how it goes, sadly. We're cursed. Even your father cannot break that cycle. It'd take generations of living in the shadows, away from the eyes of society, to truly escape our torment… That's just not possible, honestly.

"So the question is, what would you rather do? Live with people that can provide the proper care for you or linger amongst a group of people who will always bring about harm? –"

"I want to know," you huffed, staring back at the man, ignoring the executive fellow completely, as if the only creatures in the vehicle was just you and your grandfather, and you didn't have to worry about your insecurities being seen by complete strangers, "first… If I stay, will you make me stronger?"

"Stronger how? –"

"Physically. Mentally. All of it. I'm a weak child. I know that," you pouted, your eyes slowly turning to look out the window once more as you fought back the need to start tearing up. "I can't keep living like this, knowing I can't even protect those I care about. If I have to protect anyone, can I even do that? I-I don't think I can… and honestly… I'd rather be with family then on my own, right now," you honestly stated, your eyes slowing turning back to stare your grandfather in the eyes. "Teach me and I'll stay. That's my decision."

"I see," he responded, letting a sigh leave his breath before he began to give you a slight smirk. "Trying to not make the choice on your own."

"That's not –"

"If that is what you wish, then fine, but understand that I cannot take care of you all the time. I have a team to run. For me, the team comes first."

"First before family?" you decided to say, but he quickly shook his head.

"No, but when it comes to keeping an eye on you, then yes. You're my one and only granddaughter, and I will take care of you, even if we're the only Rossos left… If you don't get in the way and follow my rules, then I'll accept those terms," he told you, causing you to slightly nod your head, your eyes looking away.

But before Giovanni could tell you to give him a verbal response, not a silent one, you meekly spoke, "Yes… Okay… I want to stay with you, please. I'll follow your rules, within reason."

"Fine… great. I'm glad this is settled," he smirked, though you could tell his grin was forced. You noticed Archer didn't dare utter a word, for fear of his punishment if he were to interrupt this very personal and intimate moment. Still… for some reason, you felt alright with this decision.

Yes… from now on… you guess you're living with this Team Rocket…

Just as long as you get to stay with your grandfather and learn about him, about your family, then fine. You'll agree to this.

Even if… you're still not very sure… if you should be raised by this band of criminals or not. If you want to end up like a criminal, or not.

If you want to be like your grandfather… or not…

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And… that's the end!

Of the 1st part!

Thank you guys so much for reading this story. I enjoyed writing it, and any comments and follows you guys gave me was very motivating.

I just want to say that I plan on posting… maybe the 1st to 2nd chapters into the part 2, but I'll stop after that. I am getting close to finishing the 2nd parter, or rather I'm getting close to its climax, but I left a lot of questions out in the open.

Like, is Viola and Giovanni going to get along? How will Viola adjust to her new life within Team Rocket? And will she ultimately become a bad guy?

As well as answering the family-personal questions, but honestly, I still haven't gone too in depth with those particular questions, yet. Maybe, but we'll see.

I know my writing style is a bit long winded, but I do try to write my thoughts down as best I can. It's hard to cut things out and change the order of the events I want to tell. I'll be honest, when it comes to this story, I didn't give it too much thought. I just knew the beginning and the end, and knew I had to fill in the middle, somehow. I'll admit, the ship arc was a bit long winded, even for me. It took me a while to stay motivated to keep writing that part of the story, but Viola HAD to flee, and needed a way to be transported from one spot to the next. Why not run into some other OC friends and a Lt. Surge along the way?

The 2nd part is when I truly start to answer the questions that I've purposely left out of the story, but if there are any questions you want me to answer, you can certainly comment about them. There are only so many parts to this story I remember writing, so I may end up repeating myself and I may also forget to answer some questions I left hanging up in the air.

So… YEAH! That's about it! When I post the new story I'm going to add a bit more to the author's notes that I haven't written here, but once more, THANK YOU GUYS for reading through my story and I hope you've ENJOYED the story so far.