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It was the same thing every year. [break][break]

The same, dimly lit room, even if it's in a new building. The same set up, with a single chair and a camera set up a few feet away, yet zoomed in enough to take a proper look at her shoulders and face in the frame. Vibrant, amethyst eyes stared straight into the camera lens, paired with a rosy hue on her cheeks as her lips curled into a soft smile. She raises her hand, giving him an open palmed wave into the camera. Though her wave wasn't returned, the smile on his face was more than enough to ease her anxiety and prep her for the.. Yearly questions her father would barrage her with. ".. Alright, father." she chimes with that same, soft smile on her face. Sitting on her lap was a petite budew; the precious grass pokemon who helped ease that yearly anxiety. [break][break]

Some families sat down during dinner, asking questions about their day and their school life. Some families sat down and had conversations over a movie, some popcorn and otherwise. Some families just didn't talk and let the members mind their own business. This small family of two had a yearly "talk", where the child could rarely ask the questions (she hopes that one day, maybe, they can talk when he has time. Maybe ask about her school life, and how her pokemon were?). Bella was seated, glancing up at the trainer before back to the older man, standing behind the camera. She lets out a small squeak, which was acknowledged by the soft squeeze of Kira's arms around the baby pokemon. "Sorry, father. Can we keep Bella here?" She asks with the tilt of her head. It was the first time where she recorded this log with her pokemon, so.. She hoped that it wasn't too much an issue. "She helps me feel better."[break][break]

With a deep breath, on tape, she nods her head. It was already rolling and recording, wasn't it? She didn't want to be wasting the man's time, even if he were so patiently waiting for her approval to resume. ".. Mmn. I understand, father. I'll do my best to answer the questions!" So long as she was of help to her father, right? After all, he was a busy man, and yet he still put time aside for their yearly logs. [break][break]

Arms crossed, holding onto her budew, she eyes Cesar. Patiently, she waits for the first questions, while also using that moment to prepare for the later ones that trail by.

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It was slight, but she smiles. [break][break]

Her arms tighten slightly around the budew, lips curling into a wider grin. They kept her company, where her father did not. She was happy enough, hearing that he would let her keep them with her. She leans forwards a bit, looming over the bud pokemon as she plants her feet into the ground. [break][break]

All she does is respond with a nod, and that same, expectant smile. It was, as he described, a simple question. It was only asking her about how she fared at home, and if there would be anything that she'd like. Of course.. She naturally didn't want to be a bother (why else had she been working with Team Rocket? Vigilant, knowing what she was doing was wrong?), and so chose to be a help, instead. [break][break]

"Hrm.." She starts, a pensive expression taking her features. It isn't long until she turns her attention back up to the man behind the camera, face now donning a relatively neutral expression. "... If it isn't too much trouble, I want more attention." She pushes out. "It's because you.. Always seem so busy now, and we don't really talk.."

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She doesn't know he has brushed it off (all her words are taken into consideration, she thinks). [break][break]

But she is happy - she is undeniably happy. He was thinking about her, yes? Even if slight, she knows. He still loves her. She is still his daughter. He was the father she never had (or rather, never met) whom she never went against, questioned, nor threw a tantrum for. To be a model daughter, rocket (soldier), nothing was off limits. Why? For someone of her age, why would she go so far, and so deep? (Perhaps she loved him too much - to the point of desperation: a need for her to claw at dependancy on an adult figure).[break][break]

Her lips curl into a slight smile, glad that her words reached him and were addressed. The budew, as though in unison, cried out softly as Kira nods her head. "Mhm.." She starts, clutching just a bit tighter against the pokemon. "Becuase I.. I really like talking to you, father." Listening to stories, asking aout his day, what she could do, or - even so - be given orders now and then. As long as she felt useful. [break][break]

She stops and pauses for a moment, immediately recalling her words and slowly leaning back into her seat. "But I also.. Don't want to be a bother." Or bother him, or anyone else. It was something like this that made her second guess herself, and back away from talking to him when she wants to. It pushes her away, from talking to him no matter how much she wanted to show him that new move one of her pokemon learned. After all, she was still a child. "And I wanna get better at battling! So.. Uhm.. I can help you more. I wanna learn more so I can help, otherwise I'm--" Just going to be in the way. [break][break]

Perhaps part of her is scared, scared ofbeing thrown away, and abandoned all over again.

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She wasn't stupid.[break][break]

She knows. No matter how long she waits and how she asks, he will not listen to her pleas (yet she believes, somewhere. tells herself time and time again - just who was she trying to fool?). She doesn't know what he feels towards something like her, but she knows that she is useful. It's one reason he keeps her around, yet she hopes, so strongly, that perhaps she could be less of a pawn, and more of a daughter. For the sake of that, she was willing to trade in anything, everything, any way. [break][break]

Even if it were herself, altogether. [break][break]

It was alright, because she never knew who she was to begin with. She wasn't losing much, she tells herself. This will be alright; she has lost nothing, but will gain something. It's this childish innocence and thought (thought that she has nothing to lose, having nothing in the first place) that has pushed her so. Hence, at his words, her soft smile gradually broadens while she nods her head. "Thank you, father!" The budew in her arm cries out softly, giving a much, less restrained smile than her trainer had given.[break][break]

But that's as far as her excitement went. [break][break]

As quickly as it surfaced, it vanished as to keep the questioning going. It came to questions about her - secrets, more specifically. There wasn't anything she would hide from father; so long as he asked her. She hums to herself, twining her fingers together around the little pokemon. "Nothing that's noteworthy." Unhesitating, straight forward and direct. Ah, but there was "Oh, but I was assigned a mission recently. My first one!" She chimes, as though proud of doing a criminal's work. Trafficking, she was told. To make sure that the pokemon would get from one place to another. Though nothing too important or vexing, it was a step for the child who stayed to unorganized, petty crimes. [break][break]

"I've also met someone who liked flowers, like me, the other day." she smiles, almost giggling at the thought. "I think we became friends! Her name's Cait, and she a really, really nice woman~"

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Pleasant memories - they were treasured memories. [break][break]

After all, she was still a child. She sought attention, affection, companionship and friendship-- It was natural for her. It was natural for her to be around others, let them be her age or slightly older. It was natural for her to have a role model, or someone she could speak to outside of family. It was how any child would grow (it was how she was supposed to grow). Any normal child would be able to socialize with the people around them, effortlessly. Any normal child would be able to speak to an adult or someone else they've made friends with. Any normal child would be able to carry on with their day, not a sin weighed on their shoulders. [break][break]

Of course, Kira wasn't a normal child. [break][break]

Pouching, trafficking, stealing, trapping, leading, hurting. She has done those, and more. Much more in the few years she's spend with her now father. She has deceived, harmed, manipulated with little care for the repercussions. She has never bothered to look back (remorse? it was off the table - it was never there to begin with). The weight of her actions have never hurt her, not for a second. Not for a sliver - after all, they were all for her father (for herself), and therefore they were the right thing to do--... Aha, no. It was not the right thing to do. She was not going to be fooling anyone. [break][break]

It was the only thing to do. [break][break]

Hence at his cold glare (a piercing gaze, cut through her like knives) sent shivers up her spine. A lump forms in her throat - she knows what she has done. a child already has sinned so much; was she truly entitled to that happiness and companionship given to a normal child? She bites her tongue softly, fingers tense against the budew. "... I know." A late and hesitant response as she swallows the bundle of words she'd want to say. "I'm part of team rocket, so.. I'm a criminal. I just.. See her when I work at the flower shop." she confesses, her gaze lowering slightly in hopes that it gives her solace away from his chilling stare (it doesn't).

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