Okay, here is my second *finished* fanfic!! It's a rather short POV by Giovanni, and it was inspired by Linkin Park's "In the End". Please enjoy!

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Giovanni Ketchum
Rocket Headquarters, Inc.
Vermilion City

How would someone know what their hopes and dreams were? How would they know if they were crushed and crumbled away like stardust? What's the difference between a dream you thought you had and a real dream of yours?

I don't know what my dream is. Even now I have nothing, not a single clue. There was a point in my life where I thought what I wanted was control of everything, total dominance over the world. Now that I have it, I'm not entirely convinced that that's what I wanted.

I have everything under my thumb, yet I still want more. I just can't figure out what it is that I want. Maybe it's still control, but this time it's over my life which is rapidly spinning out of control.

Three of my employees I have taken a special interest in. Jessica, James, and Meowth. I continually yell at them for failing but I do this because I feel that I'm the one who's failed. I don't even know what I want them to do, so how can they possibly do it?

I wish my life was as simple as this Persian's that is sitting in my lap, purring. I haven't seen my wife for almost fourteen years and I've never seen my son, who apparently now owns a Pikachu.

I wish I knew how he was doing, especially since Jessica, James, and Meowth constantly apologize for not having his Pokemon, which continually injure them on a daily basis.

When I first hired Jessica and James, they were eighteen and seventeen. At their age I would have been cruising in a new convertible of my father's, taking my friends out to lunch, and trying to get accepted into a college. But their cases are quite different. If they hadn't been working for me they would have been working their limbs to the bone just to stay alive. They're doing that anyway, doing whatever it is that I ask them to do, in life-threatening situations. They never complain in front of their much-loved Boss but I can see the pain in their eyes everytime I call them up.

They both look to me as a father because none of them really have one. They're actually quite a sad case. Jessica I know more about because her mother worked for my mother. She never had a father, and her mother died tragically in an avalanche when Jessica was only seven. I didn't see her after that until I hired her, but it must have been heart-wrenching for the poor child. James' parents abused him. I know. I can tell an abused kid a mile away. A boy his age would be cocky and arrogant but instead he whimpers and cowers. Meowth doesn't know where either of his are and without Jessica and James would literally have nothing.

Maybe what I want is to be a fatherly figure. But if I ever meet my son, I don't think I'd be able to stand the pain when he inevitably doesn't recognize or remember me. It would be especially hurtful if the first time I met him it was so he could rescue his Pokemon from Team Rocket, which I own.

Someday I'm going to fire Jessica, James, and Meowth. They are always afraid of it because they don't want to face the unknown. Neither do I. I'm getting old, and I will have to retire soon. I can't run from society anymore. But I'm sure that if I fire them they will go on to lead better lives. Maybe they'll even get married.

Yes, I know about them. Yes, I know my rules are violated by the love between Rocket members. But they are a special exception. They love each other more than just best friends, more than brother and sister. They love each other not because they have to but because they want to. That's the strongest kind of love. They were meant to be, and I don't think I have the heart to break them up.

Someday I promise to be a better person. Someday I promise to find out what my dreams are. Someday I will follow them. But for today, I remain who I am because I don't have the courage to change.

Goodbye.

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