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In The Rain - Giovanni x Reader - LEMON

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“Tch. Even with the rain, it’s not any less humid. Merda…”

He tugged at the collar of his long coat and felt the way it clung to the rest of him. As if in tune with this marshy place, his clothes were feeling unbearably sticky and the hot, muggy air seemed to weigh him down even more. If not that, then this pitiful drizzle certainly was.

Giovanni reached into his pocket and pulled out a Poketch, and found to his irritation a failed signal. Was it this gloomy weather or had he traversed higher up the slope than he had thought? ‘It’s getting too dark to try and find my way back to a path anyhow…Better to find some sort of shelter in this forsaken swamp and wait for the weather to clear,’ he thought to himself with a frown. And where was that going to be exactly…? With heavy ‘shlucking’ steps, the self-exiled man sought his way out of the muck in search of some drier routes. The rain dripped off the brim of his hat and once more Giovanni found himself alone with his thoughts. It felt like his days were beginning to blur together. Travelling, training, battling some no-nothing trainer, and all the while on the run from that infernal loud-mouth officer…not that it had been very hard. Even without his money, or his grunts, Giovanni could take care of himself; He was a resourceful man.

But the rain was making that sharp mind wander…

It had been over a year since Archer’s failure at the Goldenrod Radio Tower, although thinking back…Giovanni couldn’t quite remember when he had learned of it.

He could recall the dampness of the cave where the wailing static of a beaten down radio changed into clear cries for his return. He recalled the sudden light footsteps that interrupted his thoughts. Just as he had been so quick to decide to return to his throne, all it took was a child to dash those dreams. Just as it had been three years prior.

How could three years amount to nothing! Nothing when faced with mere children! Children who had yet to face the harsh realities of the world with, no doubt, coddling parents when his own mother...! How could their experiences, a fraction in comparison to his own life, trump all the strength he’d gain?

And how was it that two completely different children could carry the same look in their eyes as they faced down a man with such dirty hands? What was that look…

The sounds of a crackling fire snapped him out of his thoughts and Giovanni quickly chided himself for being so careless. He was standing before a shallow opening in a cliffside where It seemed someone else had already begun setting up camp for the evening. There was a small fire, a bed roll already laid out, a backpack…but the camper themself was nowhere in sight. Battling trainers was one thing, but any sort of extended interaction ran the risk of him getting recognized; He was a wanted criminal after all. Better to take his leave now before the camper retur—

“You’re…!”

Giovanni twisted towards the voice. His gaze fell upon a young trainer, perhaps in her early 20’s, who at first stared at him with wide eyes full of shock. Then all at once those same eyes narrowed into a look that he understood immediately.

Hate.

Unrelenting hate.

She had been carrying an umbrella but soon it had fallen to the wayside, and her hands clenched into shaking fists. Like a Houndour with their hackles raised, the trainer was glaring at him so fiercely that he might have thought someone had set her house on fire. “It’s actually you,” she growled out, “Of all places, you’re actually…Giovanni! You’re going to pay for what you did!” She made a motion to grab at one of the Pokeballs at her side and in turn so did Giovanni reach for his.