route_1065 | hold down your head now, just let me pass by

Who: Itachi and any Rocket at headquarters (sorry it's limited)
Where: Goldenrod City, Team Rocket base
When: November 3rd
Summary: A certain ninja is having a difficult adjustment period, but you can't say he isn't trying.
Rating: PG, most likely.

In one of the lounge areas, a thirteen year old boy with long dark hair was sitting up on an armchair with his legs crossed, reading the manual every Team Rocket member was given when they first arrived. Both of his pokemon were free of their confinements - the lunatone hovering in a circular pattern around the boy while the zubat chewed harmlessly on the pointer finger of Itachi's free hand, as he has it held out for just that purpose as he read.

He hadn't yet changed into the Team Rocket attire, still wearing his ANBU attire, filthy and bloodstained. It was another red and black uniform that he'd expected to be in soon, not that one. His mind had settled into a state of numbness, taking in everything here by necessity rather than interest. He'd chosen to let his scattered thoughts settle on contemplating what made the creatures he'd been given here so docile and willing to follow orders from him. It was better than thinking he might be going mad, as strong of a possibility as that was.

Should anyone pass by him, his eyes would lift from the book and follow then, unabashedly, until they left the room or decided to respond to the attention.

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"You keep mentioning these fairies." Itachi wasn't even going to begin to ask what he meant about the desk. The history those two had was really none of his concern, and his interest in helping Crocker with his problems was next to nil. He might as well attempt to sate his own curiosity on some things, however.

"I'm assuming that has more to do with your world than it does this one." Unless there were pokemon that were particularly fairy-like. He wouldn't be surprised, as he hadn't finished looking over everything available in his pokedex. (Not to mention that the information seemed oddly incomplete to begin with.)

"Why did you see them?" Denzel flips around in a circle a few times. Meanwhile, Growlithe just shakes her head.

"Yes, my world does but-" Crocker's voice turns more ominous, "This world also has them..."

"And my moral enemy, Timmy Turner when he came here, his first - POKEMON!"

There's a slight exclaimation and body twitch with Pokemon.

"Is a fairy type."

The man's fingers plot in the most plottist of ways, outside of proving those fairies are real, it was also a hunger lust for power.

"Although they don't look like the fairies back home. The other Pokemon are just as magical!"

He hadn't seen any such creatures yet, as he'd only just arrived, but he wasn't going to bother pointing that out. Instead, he just continued to listen as the man babbled. (And it couldn't be called anything else but that at this point. Crocker was clearly not all there.)

Itachi wasn't even sure the pokemon the man was talking about were even of a 'fairy' type, though there had to be some truth to what this fellow Rocket said, sane or no. He just had to pick out what information was worthwhile to him.

"I see." He didn't, but he'd seek further answers elsewhere.

"I'm sorry I don't know enough to be of further help in this situation."

Denzel just stares for a moment a bit surpised,

"Why would you want to be of any help, mmm?"

After all, it is not often someone states that to Crocker.

Itachi's lips quirked upward into the slightest of smirks.

"If we are to be working for the same organization, then there is no reason why I shouldn't try to offer you assistance as long as I am available to give it. After all, our general overarching goals should be the same." If he was going to go along with this whole set-up for the time being, anyway.

He couldn't care less for the man in actuality, but he had to make his way in this place somehow.

Crocker side-eyes this, more than likely only because his first mission as a Rocket for a lack of a better word didn't go over very well and quite literally blow in his face and in the faces of his teammates.

"That depends only if you're going to do things my way."

"Assistance. Not servitude." He made sure that distinction was clear. Itachi had something of a solo mindset, though he did know how to be subservient. He simply didn't owe any allegiance to this man. They were on equal footing.

"I'm offering you a hand if it's needed. I'm sure if the project is yours then it will be done to your specifications." The insistence did beg the next question: "Have you had trouble working with others here before?"

Denzel begins to laugh maniacal for a brief moment, "Gee, whatever gave you that idea? Speaking of which that was sarcasm. Yes, his name was Norm and he was a magical genie who I thought was there to help me destory Turner with him."

Crocker lowers his voice and remarks bitterly; "Instead he goes to my moral enemy and wishes me to Mars."

"Mars?" Itachi frowned. He was unfamiliar with the galaxy by the standards of Earth as it was usually known. It doesn't matter much, as Crocker's point still got across, but he asked regardless.

"I'm assuming that's a place?" Such knowledge was more interesting than the man's woes.

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