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Sample: The foliage of the high Viridian trees played lazily with the light, shadows trailing downward caressing all nook and cranny of the woods and etched their speckled mark on the creatures, both native and foreign, of the shimmering woods. The Pokemon lived in the darkness, concealed and hidden from the humans that were treading down plants, yelling excitedly, pointing, running, chasing, fighting, searching for them. On any other day, Aaron would have thrived in here. Any other day but today.
Today, he had a job to do.

The ex-elite's hand tugged at the black collar of his uniform; a scarlet R emblazoned on the chest that screamed at Aaron and anyone who crossed him. Team Rocket it howled! Team Rocket it threatened! Team Rocket it sobbed! Whatever it said, everyone heard and knew what it meant. His hand fell from his neck and the bug trainer exhaled nervously. Good thing there wasn't anyone around to see his shameful outfit.
No one around except...
A  young boy, with eyes wide, kneecaps scrapped,  and hat turned backwards, stood alone in a clearing with his Pokemon. Aaron peered out from his perch in a nearby tree at the youngster. His target.

“Is that the best you can do!? String shot? How useless can you get!?” The boy pointed his finger at his  Caterpie and the small bug cowered in response. “At least be something cool! You lose every battle we have! Can't you do anything right?” The finger folded into a fist and raised itself quickly, “You're such a piece of-”

“Hey, kid.”

The boy turned with a start towards Aaron's voice behind him. Aaron stood, no longer in his hideout, and started his job by walking towards the youngster. Anger fueled Aaron's quickening step, clouded his mind, and gritted his teeth. With a flourish, the ex-elite released his Drapion and confronted the boy.
The R on Aaron's shirt screamed once more. Team Rocket. Team Rocket. The young child's eyes widened in surprise and his feet tripped backwards, scrambling away from the uniform that approached.

“The reason a Pokemon loses is because of their trainer.  So maybe all those questions should be directed,” Aaron hissed at the small child cowering under him, “back at you. That Caterpie was just trying its best for a brat like you.”

The youngster only whimpered in response. Hesitation crept into the new Rocket grunt, halting his speech and quelling his anger a bit. This scene seemed much to familiar to him. Was this much different from how his parents treated him?

Aaron unclenched his fist. “S-sorry, kid I... I mean. I'm not! I'm not sorry! Just! Hand over the Pokemon, okay.”

With three Pokeballs in tow and a Caterpie on his shoulder, the young green haired man made his way back to Team Rocket base. Aaron glanced over to the insect, “Don't worry. I'll take care of you, little one! I'm not..” He reached over and scratched under it's chin lightly, smiling at its small chirps of pleasure. “I'm not as bad as I seem.”