Everybody wants to Rule the World

     "…” An unexpected meeting, though one that accused him of betrayal against his own pledge of never crossing paths with members of the stagnant organization. It was rumored the headless critter still wandered the sister regions, lurking, scavenging and longing to retrieve what it owned once. He would never think seeing the emblematic ‘R’ embed to anyone this soon to prove the stories true.      Red wasn’t counting on dragging himself the executive’s attention that quick. Still, with his contempt disguised under the visor of his cap, the ‘child’s’ stance did not waver. Late fruit keeps well, his own mother’s words came to mind. She would frequently say to the young boy, who once struggled heartily to catch up with the beat of things. A young genius, people would usually refer to him as such nowadays. An irony. And a lie, to his own perspective. He’d object that suited better his rival and friend, Oak’s grandson. Not him. However, being reminded of his youth was more of a compliment than anything else. Grasping the fruit of his own hard work at a young age seemed like a blessing, but paying an even higher price for it made him agree little about it. He couldn’t help asking himself if losing the dearest person to him had been a fair exchange for peace. The single thought made his fist clench hot blood under the skin, making the electric rodent standing on his shoulder fix eyes on the woman with poised hostility.     ‘Hatred will not bring her back’, a wiser outer worldly warrior has said to him, ‘it will only bring more pain to you and those around you’. Closing his eyes for a moment, Red’s breath turned deeper, calmer, like whose hand soothes the ill will in a snarling beast. A cool head definitely served him better than throwing himself into the snake’s jaws. So it seemed she’s figured as well she could lose more than her pride by cornering the rat.      “… Then it’s true what they say,” the boy quietly retorted for her mockery, “you can’t teach an old hag new tricks.”

   “The only reason you aren’t dead is because we respect power, and you no longer bother us. We only kill those who oppose us and have something we can gain, you have neither of that even with status as a champion. A hollow title when put in the hands of a child, do you even know what you can do with that status? Or do the Elite’s just make you seem like you have authority in battle while the adults do all the real work.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Really.” If you didn’t count the stab to the back from a week prior. But he honestly didn’t want his mom going on a rampage and blood bath to be honest. Though at the threat of what would happen if someone harmed him, a pale hand found its way to his shoulder caressing to scar and he gave a nervous smile. “Yeah well, as gross as that sounds, I’m fine and can handle myself pretty well.”

   Even she knew that something happened as heard some rumors that there was some riff raff. Though many clam up the moment they saw her and she been wondering what it was. But his extremely suspicious reaction made her even more concern. “Were you hurt...?”

He gave a soft whine but hugged her anyway. He really was a momma’s boy. “Fine, I’ll talk to you more. I’ve just been busy.” Soon to be owning a business one day after all. But he guess he shouldn’t forget about his mom. He did love her after all.

   “Good, cause really I can’t help but worry when you’re gone for so long. Team Rocket is a scary group.” She admits, not that it was a secret but she knew she can’t always protect him. But she would hate for him to disappear for a long period of time and learn it’s cause some bastard succeeded. “If anyone harmed a single hair on your head, I would make sure to rip out all of their finger nails then feed them to my Arbok alive.”

Keep reading

Keep reading