Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Between Two Worlds ❯ Face to Face ( Chapter 5 )

Mystic Mewtwo
Face to Face
Part Five

Disclaimer: Pokemon is not mine. Yada, yada, yada. However, two new characters make their debut in this part, and they are mine.

Ok... let's get on with it, but I should mention, it starts getting a little bit intense towards the end.

A couple of months went by, before I was ready. Also, before discovering that Mewtwo was in Giovanni's possession.
I packed all my things in a duffel bag, the day before. T-shirts, and shorts. Identical to the lavender t-shirt, and jean shorts I always wore. Socks, unmentionables, that sort of thing. Plus, brown hiking boots, which were on my feet.

I wasn't exactly sure how, but Sabrina, which Mew informed her about the assignment a while back, was able to get me a job at Team Rocket Headquarters. As the assistant trainer of Mewtwo.
Mew couldn't have been happier, but I was nervous. Team Rocket was not a name people fondly mentioned of. I knew, as well as everyone else did, that it was a nasty organization. Dedicated only to stealing the rarest, and most valuable, of Pokemon. I was not looking forward to spending my days there at the Headquarters. Though, I had no choice in the matter.

I hated saying good-bye. I was going to have to say it both to Mew, and Sabrina. Mew, and I spent our last few minutes in my room. While I packed the stuff I had needed this morning.

I'm going to miss you, Mew said, quietly.

She didn't like good-byes, any more than I did.

I'll miss you, too, I replied, sadly.

I finished my packing in silence.
I was afraid if I said anything more, I'd start crying, and then I wouldn't go at all. This was the first time I would leave home, for longer than a day or two.
Just as I was zipping close the duffel bag, there was a knock on the door. Then, opening, to reveal Sabrina.

It's time to go, Ki. Are you ready? she asked me.

I looked remorsefully at Mew, who gave me a sad expression.
Then, back at Sabrina, who was patiently waiting for my answer.

I'm ready, I replied, quietly.

Good-bye, Ki, Mew called to me, sorrowfully.

Good-bye, I answered, softly.

I picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder, and walked out the door.
Sabrina, and I began making our way down the hall, to the front entrance. We didn't talk, and quite frankly, I didn't much feel like it.

We walked through the doors, to outside. In the crisp, October, air.
There was a black limousine parked at the curb, waiting for me. The chauffeur was standing outside beside it, and stepped forward, when I came over.

"I presume you're Ki, correct?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied, using my real voice.

Ugh!
I sounded like a violin being played by an amateur instrumentalist. I didn't have an option of using it. Mew told me it would be best if people, some anyway, and especially Mewtwo, didn't know that I was Psychic.

"I'll take your bag for you," the chauffeur said.

I handed him the duffel bag, and he put it in the back seat of the limo.

"We should go now, Miss," he added, "Giovanni will be expecting you."

Well, this is it.
I would soon be on my way to fulfill my task of saving the world. God knows what it would put me through.
Instead of telling Sabrina good-bye, I just gave her a sad smile. She understood, and smiled back.

I climbed inside the limousine. The chauffeur shutting the door, after I was settled in. It was not too shabby inside. The leather seats were cool, and soft. One's in which were perfect for taking a nap.
The chauffeur climbed in the driver's side, and shut the door. Starting the engine.
We pulled away from the curb, and began driving, out of Saffron City.

I stared out the window for a while.
Watching the scenery fly past, being deep in thought. I knew absolutely nothing about Mewtwo. His personality, behavior, nor his appearance. What did he look like? Was he a monster? The way Mew always talked of me saving the world from his destruction, or rather possible destruction? There was no guarantee he would actually do it, but then again, that's why I was going to Team Rocket Headquarters. To stop it, before it happened.

A little while later, I started getting sleepy.
The steady passing of the scenery, the quiet hum of the car engine, and the comfortable seat, was making it impossible to keep my eyes open. I settled back deeper in the seat, closing my eyes.
I soon fell asleep.
**************************

After the gym was destroyed, Mewtwo resumed his training at the Headquarters. Since Giovanni was not able to do the job of training himself, he hired two trainers. One to be in complete charge, and one to assist.

Despite his objections, Mewtwo didn't really have much choice in the matter.
He gained a little more freedom, though, and also didn't have to wear the armor so frequently. As he, now, clearly knew what his powers were.

There was a disadvantage also.
The trainer in charge was a nasty son-of-a bitch. His partner, the assistant, was no better. At least Mewtwo could easily hurt the assistant, if it was needed. As he was not armed, as the other was, with a leather whip.
Mewtwo tended not to mess with him, as much.

It came to the point, with the assistant trainer, that he clearly needed disposing of. When he became incompetent, and lazy.
Also, developing a dirty, cussing, mouth. In which, he crossed the line, by severely cussing Mewtwo out after a particular episode.
Just about disgustingly sick of him, Mewtwo nearly annihilated him. Putting him in ICU at the hospital.

That was last week.
Now, one week later, today, Giovanni was informing him that he had another assistant on the way.

What, pray tell, is he like? Mewtwo asked him, a little irritably.

He just got rid of one.
How many more was he going to have to evict?

"Not he," Giovanni corrected him, "She, a teenage girl."

Mewtwo stared at Giovanni like he had gone mad.
Was he serious? As much as he hated the human male, the female was the worst.
They had as much sense as a Slowpoke, and were the most easily frightened humans, or species for that matter, he had ever seen.

To make matters worse, the girl he was getting, as an assistant, was still a baby. Not even yet reached maturity.
He was going to end up baby-sitting her more than she did work. If she could that is.

You cannot be serious, Mewtwo said to Giovanni.

"I'm afraid I am," he replied, "She is the only one with enough guts to take on this job. Plus, she has experience, in Psychic training."

She is only a little girl. What can she do? Mewtwo countered.

"Deal with it, you have no other choice," Giovanni answered, roughly.

He turned, and walked to the entrance, exiting the training facilities.
Mewtwo tightly clenched his teeth. If there was no way in avoiding her coming here, then he could rid of her.
The same way as before, and it would be easier than last time.
**************************

"Miss?" I heard a voice ask.

I jerked awake, blinking my eyes sleepily.

"Miss?" the chauffeur asked.

"Yes?" I answered, remembering not to speak in telepath.

"We're almost there, so be ready when we pull up," he explained.

"All right," I replied.

Sheesh! Such a rush with things.
I glanced out the window, as we came to the Headquarters. I felt my heart drop like a rock. This place was a genuine prison!
It was a two story building, with four corners, shaped like towers. A possibly electrical fence surrounded the entire property.
The building was plain white. No color, and no designs.

I slumped down in the seat. As if things weren't already bad.
The limo pulled in the driveway, and then, rode all the way up to the entrance. There was a girl waiting for us, when we stopped.
She had short, dark red hair, and blue eyes. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit, with a large red R, stitched to the front of the shirt.

She walked over to the limo, and opened the door for me.
I pulled the strap of my duffel bag over my shoulder, and got out.

"Hello," she greeted me, cheerfully.

"Hi," I returned, a little listlessly.

She began to lead me through the door, down a long hallway.

"My name is Maxi," she introduced herself as, "What's your name?"

"Ki," I answered.

"That's a pretty name, it's different," Maxi remarked.

"Thanks," I said.

I liked Maxi. She seemed very nice.
We walked the rest of the way in silence. Near the end, before the hallway turned a corner, we stopped at a doorway.
She took a key out of her pocket. She unlocked the door, and pushed, letting it swing open.

"This is your room," Maxi said.

She handed the key to me.

"I'd stay, but I have work to do," Maxi explained, "In the meantime, just sit tight. Someone will come to escort you to Giovanni's office shortly."

"All right," I replied.

"Good-bye," she called, as she shut the door behind her.

I walked over to the bed, and set the duffel bag down.
Then, I looked around the room.

'This is nice,' I thought, sarcastically.

There was absolutely no decorations, or colors, anywhere.
Everything was white, furniture included. The effect was simply blinding.
The bedroom had a nightstand, a small vanity, the bed, a dresser, with a digital clock on top, a small closet, and a window. Facing in the direction of the eastern horizon.

'At least I can see the sunrise,' I thought, a little more cheerfully.

There was a small bathroom, in the corner.
It had a sink, a toilet, a shower, and a small closet full of clean, white, towels, and washcloths.
Having explored the rooms, I went back into the bedroom, and began to unpack.
**************************

She's here, Mewtwo said to himself, as he sensed her arrival.

Not understanding why, he began feeling very nervous.
What was there to be nervous about? Perhaps it was the stress, of the whole god-damned situation.
Well, whatever was causing it, he sure couldn't get rid of it.
**************************

Having finished unpacking, I had nothing else to do. So, I laid on the bed, and tried to take a nap.
I tossed, and turned a few minutes, and then, gave up. I was too nervous to sleep. I kept thinking, about what I was supposed to do.
How in the world was I going to stop Mewtwo? Even by being his friend, was there a chance that something would go wrong?

I didn't want to think of the consequences in not succeeding.
So, I sat up off the pillow, and realized my hair was a colossal mess. I picked up my hairbrush from the nightstand, where I put it, and worked it through carefully. Making sure every part was tangleless, and laid straight, and flat.

The minute I finished, there was a knock on the door, and I got up to unlock it. The door opened, to reveal a different girl from Maxi.
One who had long, dark green hair, and black eyes.

"Come on, I'm supposed to take you to the boss," she said.

I walked out, and closed the door, turning the key in the lock.
I pocketed the key, and took off after the girl, who had already disappeared around the bend.

"It took you long enough," she told me, when I caught up.

I glared at her.
Unlike Maxi, she had an air about her. That made her think she was superior to the rest.

"I don't suppose you heard what happened to the other assistant," she began, trying to see if she could scare me.

I remained undazed, and she seemed a little disappointed.

"Anyway, Mewtwo put him through a meat grinder," she continued, "He's in pretty bad shape."

I still wasn't scared, but I began feeling a little uneasy.

"Here we are," she sang out.
Stopping near a door marked with a large, red, R.

As she turned to leave, walking away down the hallway, she called over her shoulder, "Don't get beat up too bad."

She started laughing, spitefully. Then, disappeared around the bend.
I glared angrily at the empty space, where she had been.

'Don't you dare mess with me!' I thought, furiously, 'Because you'll find yourself in a whole shit of trouble!'

Cool it! I told myself.

Walking in Giovanni's office angry, wasn't going to score me any Brownie points. I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Starting to feel the anger vanish.
Feeling calmer, I knocked on the door.

"You may enter," a deep voice answered, from inside.

I turned the knob, and walked in.
Giovanni was talking on the phone, when I entered. He glanced up at me.

"Ahh, my dear girl," he addressed me, covering the phone's mouthpiece, "Please, sit down, and make yourself comfortable. I will be with you shortly."

He gestured to a chair, in front of his desk, before getting back to his phone call. I closed the office door quietly behind me.
Then, took a seat in the chair Giovanni had offered. I found it quite comfortable.

I, then, noticed the Persian.
He was lying near Giovanni's feet, eyeing me warily. Looking back at him, I lowered my arm down for him, to sniff my hand.
I wouldn't recommend doing that, especially knowing how nasty sometimes Persian can be.

Persian got to his feet, lazily stretching his front legs.
He ambled over to the chair, ignoring my hand, and began rubbing his side against my leg. I gently stroked his head, and carefully scratched behind his ears.
He began purring loudly. Squeezing shut his amber eyes in content.

"I'll..... call you back," I heard Giovanni say, slowly, to the contact on the other end of the phone line.

He replaced the receiver back in its cradle, and turned to face me.

"Welcome to Team Rocket Headquarters," he began, "It's a pleasure to have you."

He extended his arm, and we shook hands.

"I see you've made friends with my Persian," Giovanni remarked.

"Yes," I answered, still stroking him.

"Usually, Persian tend to be hard to handle, and temperamental," Giovanni continued, "Mine is no exception, but this is the first time I've seen him take a liking to someone other than me. You seem to have a natural charm with Pokemon."

"I guess I do," I replied, modestly.It was true. I did have some sort of charm with them, but doesn't everyone?
Although, it was weird that I can tame even some of the wildest Pokemon, in really just a matter of minutes. Being Psychic posed a possibility.

"How do you like everything here so far?" Giovanni asked me suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

I thought carefully for a minute.

"It's really great," I answered, finally, a little too cheerfully.Ok. So, I was lying, sue me, but I couldn't tell the truth.
The truth, in which, that I hated being here. I hated my room, and I hated the snippy girl, who escorted me to the office.

"Excellent," Giovanni said; smiling.

'Like a snake smiling at its dinner, before devouring it,' I thought, suddenly.

It began to occur to me, that Giovanni was not what he appeared to be. Snappishly dressed, and finessed.
There was something more sinister to him, and I realized I'd have to watch my step.

"Shall we go meet the Pokemon, you are to assist in his training?" Giovanni asked, suddenly, startling me from my thoughts.

"Yes, that would be good," I replied, quickly.

Anything was better than sitting here, staring at him.
Giovanni stood up from his chair, from behind the desk, and walked to the door. I got up also, and Persian, nearly asleep, bolted up to follow his master.

Giovanni opened the door, and let me go through first.
Then, he came out, with Persian close on his heels. The door was closed, and locked. Then, Giovanni led me down the hallway, towards a training facility.

"Just so you are aware," he began, "There have been some unfortunate incidents, as he is quite difficult to handle."

"I'll be all right," I replied, bravely.Ok..... now I was pretty close to being scared. Would it be worth all this trouble for me, in the end?
However, I felt more nervous, than I did frightened. As if something unexpected might happen.
**************************

Mewtwo knew that they were coming.
He could sense the girl's nervousness. Maybe she would get discouraged enough to leave, so he wouldn't have to endure this. However, he was curious to see her, and he grew even more nervous as they approached.
**************************

"Here we are," Giovanni announced, as we stopped at a set of double doors.

"These are the training facilities," he explained, "You'll spend every other day here. The other days, you will do secretarial work."

What?!
I wasn't here to do a shit load of paperwork. I had a mission, and it didn't include being a secretary.
Despite my silent complaints, I knew I had no other choice. So, it would be best if I just went with it.

My silence bothered Giovanni, because he asked,
"Is there a problem?"

"No, everything's fine," I answered, quickly.

"Good," he said, nodding, "Let's go inside."

He pushed open one of the doors, and stepped aside to let me in first.
The room was a little dimly lit. Enough so, that there were shadows, in some corners. Giovanni stood beside me, after hearing the door settle back in place. He placed two fingers in his mouth. Blowing a short, sharp, whistle.

"Come meet the new assistant, Mewtwo," Giovanni called to the shadows, in one corner.

I drew in my breath, as I watched a tall figure step out.
I gasped in surprise, as he came into the light. This had to be a dream, there was no other explanation.
I started feeling extremely breathless.

"He's beautiful," I whispered.

Giovanni gave me a very strange look.
I realized I'd spoken a loud, and just about nearly died of embarrassment. He thought I'd gone mad.
I didn't care, though, because my words were the honest truth. Mewtwo was most certainly beautiful.

He was 6'7, about a little over half a foot taller than me.
He was lean, and fit. With powerful muscles showing beneath his skin, and fur.
His fur was a lavender purple, like my shirt. Except from his midriff to his thick, long, tail which was a deep violet.

His head was very finely shaped.
His ears were longer, more pointed, than Mew's. His arms, and hands, were like that of any human. Expect, he had three fingers on each hand, and were rounded at the tips.

His eyes were what intrigued me the most.
They were such an exotic shape, very similar to my own, and colored a beautiful shade of amethyst. They made him appear mysterious in a way.
I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.

Giovanni cleared his throat, bringing me back from Paradise.
So to speak.

"Mewtwo, this is Ki, the assistant trainer. Ki, Mewtwo," he introduced us.

Mewtwo just blinked his eyes, and all I could do was stare back dreamily at him.
**************************

Who is she? he asked himself, puzzled.

This was not the little girl he envisioned.
She wasn't even little, for that matter. Nor was she immature.
Mewtwo was seeing a beautiful, young, woman. One, that he absolutely could not break his gaze off of.

She was about 6'0 tall, just a little under a half of foot of his height.
She had straight, long, dark brown hair to her waist. With almond eyes, like his own, that were a soft emerald. In which, they positively glowed.
A lock of her hair had fallen across her cheek, between them. When she slowly blinked her eyes, he started feeling a bit strange. It was almost like he was sick at his stomach.

He started scanning his eyes over the rest of her.
She had a very, beautifully, slender figure. With a relatively small, but well-developed, chest.
Her arms, and legs, were also quite slender. With delicately small hands, and feet. In which, small, brown, boots covered them.
The tight-fitting outfit she wore clearly defined all these features, but especially her chest. The shirt outlining the soft curves of her breasts.
The color giving her skin a light, rosy, tone.

Mewtwo swallowed hard.
His heart was beating astronomically fast against his chest. Making him feel slightly suffocated.

What is wrong with me? he asked himself.

He was a little frightened, with this new feeling. As he had never experienced it before.
He didn't know the name of this feeling, if it even had one.

The next thing he was hearing was her name, Ki. It was Pokemonian, and translated it meant, "Angel of Light."
Mewtwo wasn't concerned, as to why her name was Pokemon. All that was interesting him, was its translation.
"Angel," was most certainly what she was, his angel.

Then, it hit him, and the realization made him feel queasy.
The feeling was love. He was in love, with Ki.
Mewtwo was astonished with himself. No, it couldn't be. It can't be. Love was not a feeling he was used to.
Anger, remorse, depression. Those were all feelings he was accustomed to, but love was something new.
Yet, there was no other explanation, to what he was feeling.
**************************

I barely noticed that Giovanni had left.
Apparently, it was because the way Mewtwo, and I just kept gazing at one another. That unnerved him.
I just didn't want the spell to break between us. He was so wonderful.
Being in there, with him, felt so right.

I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to know more about him.
I had about a million questions, in my mind, but I couldn't form the words for me to ask him. It was like somewhere along the way between my brain, and my mouth the connection had been cut.

You've got to forget about him, I told myself, He's a Pokemon, you're a human. It would never work.

This was very true, and it hurt to know, that it wasn't possible between us.
How I wish I could change that, but I can't. The only thing I could do now, was what I came to do.

"How do you like it here?" I finally asked Mewtwo, trying to keep my voice steady.

He didn't answer right away.
When he did, his voice was rich, and masculine, yet soft. A voice, that I totally fell in love with, but his tone was so icy.

It's a place to live in, he said.

What was wrong?
He seemed like he didn't want me here, but I didn't give up.

"Isn't there anything you like about it?" I asked, again.

He hesitated, for about a split second.

No, he finally answered, in the same icy tone.

I sighed with frustration.
This was going to be a lot tougher than I thought.
**************************

Mewtwo wanted to absolutely kick himself, for talking to Ki so badly. She was only asking a couple of questions, and he loved the sound of her voice.
It was sweet. Soft, and sophisticated.

What made him speak to her like that was he realized he forgot a small, but important, detail. She was a human.
A Pokemon, and a human could never love one another, in such a way. As two humans could, and this reality cut deep into his heart.

Mewtwo felt heartbroken, and he became angry because of it.
Ki only came here for her beauty, to torment him. Well, two could play at this game. He would do the same, and get her out of his life completely.
As he thought that, though, Mewtwo began feeling very badly. He couldn't do that, he still loved her.

He began feeling totally, and completely, lost.
What was he to do?


End Part Five

Never saw it coming, did you?
Well, I've barely scratched the surface. In Part Six, it goes even deeper. To the point, where it may even surprise you. So don't go away, just yet, or you might miss out.

Feedback is a must.
So write, and tell me what you think.