A/N: YEP! I'm starting this story with another prologue. This is to wrap everything up from the first part, and delve into the mind of Giovanni, a bit more.

This story stems from #50 Family, of my current 100 Challenge

If you guys haven't read the Part 1 to this Origin Story then read the first part before coming here. I guess you COULD start reading this story without understanding the first part, but parts in the story will only be confusing and complicated, otherwise.

I'll let you guys know that I plan on jumping between Giovanni and Viola's own points of view, but I won't be putting 'Giovanni POV', for example. I know some people do that, and I've tried to do that myself, probably, I think that takes away from the experience of reading a story. Sure, some stories a reader stays with one POV during the entire story, but others one jumps from one POV to the next all the time, without warning. But I'm just telling you guys, just in case you get a bit confused. And this flipflop of POV may also occur between paragraphs, also. Just forewarning you. That's' just the style of writing I've been doing, these days, and it's a lot easier then sticking to one person's point of view for the entire story.

Anyways, THANK YOU for returning to this OC pokemon story, and I hope you guys ENJOY the prologue.

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A tired, grumpy old mobster sat in a passenger seat on his exclusive private jet, his eyes gazing out the window lazily. His persian had wandered off somewhere, probably searching for food, while he noticed a honchkrow was constantly staring at him, or rather glaring at him, from across the airplane. Ever since he encountered that honchkrow it continued to look at him as if he was going to do some sort of harm, which was reasonable, but it was starting to get on his nerves.

However, he was reminded why he was putting up with all of this mayhem and stress as a tiny little figure shifted on his lap, followed by a huffy little yawn.

A content smile appeared on his face as his hand laid upon the girl's head, his hand absentmindedly running through her short locks of dyed brown hair, though he vaguely noticed her roots were starting to grow back upon her head.

Black mixed with purple… He sighed at the thought as he continued to glance out the window with a tired look upon his face.

He wasn't allowing himself to sleep until the problems were solved, but then again, he wasn't the young man he used to be, and he couldn't stay awake like this. Yet… sensing this tiny little child beside him, dependent on his decisions, kept him awake.

It's been so long since he's had this chance to take care of a child. The first time, the responsibility was thrust upon him, but he gladly took on the task, if it meant distancing himself from his mother's work. Yet now… he didn't have that luxury with the child. This child. His granddaughter, a child he barely even knows.

How can he take care of her? Will he end up making the same mistakes as before?

A gruffy sigh left his breath at the mere thought of messing up once again. He recalls his own childhood. How he lived in relative luxury, but his mother was never around. He still doesn't know who his father is, nor does he care anymore. If she visited, she would bring by gifts, but there was never any real love. He was just another task for her to complete, an inconvenience.

It was that way for him and his brother, until they were much, much older. Then shit hit the fan and…

Did he fulfill his promises? His older brother was his world, if he's going to be honest with himself, and they told each other they would stay together, even if it meant going against their mother's wishes. But after everything… would that man even be proud of him?

Giovanni still wonders that, to this day.

It's not like he had a child for the sake of his brother, but as his brother once said, 'If you're going to do something, any task, see it through to the end, no matter the cost.' So, against his mother's own wishes, he married a girl, had a child, and even after her death, he continued to be a family man. A father.

Until… he let his happiness get to his head and lost his only true treasure.

He lost his son, more than once. He doesn't want to lose his granddaughter as well.

He had to admit though, his son did make him proud. Stubbornness runs in the family, but somehow they both reconciled their differences, for the sake of this child.

He agreed to stay out of his grandchildren's lives… unless they both died, under mysterious~ circumstances.

The circumstances of his son and daughter-in-law's deaths weren't mysterious at all. In fact, he has a fairly good idea what happened. He always found some sort of way to keep an eye on his son and the family, no matter what, and the stuff his son did… He still cannot believe it, but considering the boy's life, should he really be surprised?

To subjugate himself to the whims of the council for that small glimpse of peace amongst a boring, mundane people. Yes, at some point, he wanted such a life as well, but reality eventually kicks in. Your happiness, no matter how miniscule, is always ripped away, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

He already knew that the council is a bunch of tyrants. No one truly knows about them, the public not realizing such a group exists, but who keeps order in the Pokemon League? Who controls the gym leaders and the elite four? Gym leaders… only foot soldiers to the whims of the council. Sure, every League has some sort of Council, no matter how small or large they are, but as far as the public knows, such a thing doesn't exist. The elite four is seen as the figure heads, but he knows the truth.

He just cannot believe his son would substitute his pride for the sake of security.

Why must his family have such a hard time? He can only assume it hadn't been this way. What did his mother do to curse her descendants this way? Okay, sure, she's a criminal mastermind, so is he, but his son tried to break that cycle… but failed.

There is no way he could send this child out into the world. Everyone and anyone is out to get her, without realizing it.

Everyone always needs to find fault in someone, and those faults fall upon his shoulders. If things go wrong, it's his fault. Even if others say that's not true, he knows the truth they're not saying. Humans don't realize just how easily they can be read like a book… like pokemon, but at least pokemon are very straight forward to their needs and desires. It's humans that attempt to hide the truth, even if it's futile.

Watching this girl interact with one of his grunts so cheery was an honestly strange, but comforting sight. So there is hope… but how long will that last?

She was bright and cheery, like her mother, but can act stern and serious and moody, like her father. She had a lot of excess energy, he could tell, and seemed like the mischievous type as well. Always thinking, always calculating. Always judging her surroundings.

But the girl had also fallen into a very dark and dangerous pit. The family curse, as everyone seems to put it. At some point, reality sets in, usually from someone's death, and the child becomes cold, dark, and judgmental. They shut themselves off and only think about surviving. So many enemies, and not enough allies.

Will this child be fine in the end?

He honestly doesn't have an answer for that. It's too soon to tell, but… living with other criminals gives one a criminal mindset. Heck, the child already seems to have one, so what'll happen to her as she stays with him? Turn into a monster, like him, or perhaps look past that to grow better as a person?

At least… this time, the child was kidnapped by some person who wants to just use her for her strange abilities, or her lineage, or just has some assumption that she can be of use to them. He's still fairly bitter about that Masked fool that took his son from him. If only he realized who it was before… he would have killed him with his own bare hands.

He won't fail again. He won't allow it. Failure isn't an option.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a soft mewing coming from his feet. He noticed that gray furred eevee his granddaughter owns staring up at him, a curious, yet oddly knowing look on his face.

The man couldn't stop himself from smirking, as if he was reading the pokemon's mind, as he reached down to pick the small discolored eevee up, only to set him beside his true owner, sleeping soundly upon his lap. The eevee gave him a curious glance before closing his eyes, slumbering soundly beside the girl as the two of them shared a comforting nap.

His granddaughter truly is something, isn't she? Befriending random pokemon, even having a shiny type at her disposal, without exerting tremendous effort to obtain it.

Should he be proud? Would he end up using this to his advantage?

… No. He suppose he won't.

After all, even he has those abilities to easily persuade pokemon, to get them on his side without having to capture them or even beg, but that doesn't mean he uses it. For the girl, it's as natural as breathing. For him, he hasn't tapped into those powers of his for a long while. At least not consciously.

Plus, it's more of a challenge anyways, and if he's going to sell pokemon all the time what's the point of befriending them?

Pokemon are tools, always have been, always will be. Humans are too, if he can manipulate them in the same way he can easily do with a pokemon.

Just… he knows, deep down, the girl doesn't think that way, and honestly, he'd rather keep that mindset with the child. The thoughts that pokemon are friends, not tools. The acceptable mindset of the rest of the world. Accepted, but necessarily utilized.

He can only hope that this girl ends up as a better version of himself, at the very least, but for now he has to protect her, always. No matter what. She's his responsibility, and he must take all appropriate actions to ensure her own safety and security, as well as her happiness.

If there's no hope for him, at least he can put his faith in the next generation.

If only he had time… but his time is becoming ever shorter, and if he's going to be useful, he might as well get started now, rather than thinking he has time to do it later.