Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Ferry Fury ( Chapter 22 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

OFF: Sorry for the lack of updates. I was extremely busy... but I hope this chapter was worth the wait!

It's the largest I done yet and I believe it should come off as interesting.

Now, enjoy!

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CHAPTER 22: FERRY FURY
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"This... this is... humiliating..." echoed my voice, sadness gripping my heart.

"Well... what did you expect? It's that or remaining locked up in one of those darn Pokeballs!" although she contradicted me... her voice and expression shown very clearly that she felt just as bad as me.

As I stared at her, a faint hint of amusement entered my mind...

Cherlie stood before me, eyes reduced to a slit, ears lowered, a big frown on her face. Her fur had been curled in the cutest of fashions and she had a cute, bright pink collar and a large red ribbon. Truly, she looked like a cute little Growlithe puppy...

But well, it was better than me. I, a Legendary Pokemon, having a frilly bright yellow collar and being treated like a common pet? This is... humiliating.

I... I remember... The horror... oh the horror...

In the arena... in one of the countless Pokemon League arenas... I stand tall on one side, a foe, whoever it may be, on the other side.

The human standing behind me is yelling orders... simple words... yelling at me as if I was a dumb, common Growlithe.

The humans in the assistance... the voice of the announcer... the thoughts of all creatures... they speak of me as "it", as a thing, a dumb animal.

I am not Mewtwo... I am A Mewtwo... Julius's Mewtwo, more exactly. They do not say "He is standing there"... but "It is standing there".

I... I don't want to be a human's tool anymore. Those scenes... I can't take them anymore. I can't take it anymore. I am not simply a vessel for a power that is free for the humans to abuse! I am a being with a will of his own, feelings, memories, dreams! I am not a thing! I am not to be owned and used! I want to be allowed to live as a living being, not as a tool!

I... I...

I can't stand those humans staring at me.

They know who I am... and they look at me in fear, disgust, confusion.

I can read their thoughts... I can sense them...

"Why isn't that girl keeping her Pokemon in its Pokeball?" "What is that thing doing there?" "Didn't I see it on TV yesterday?" "Wow! It's a big Pokemon!"

... they see me as an animal...

"That's... very creepy..." Cherlie... she is kinda shy from all those people staring at her... but I feel none of this feeling.

Shame is the only feeling I feel... shame from standing there, in the position of a slave, bowing down to their domination...

I despise this feeling... I despise it with all of my heart...

"Feel the love that humans show for Pokemon... become a trained Pokemon... forget about your bloody past and be happy with your human partner..." so said so many people, including that foolish white Mew...

... what a joke.

Visions... visions in my mind... visions of a gigantic half dragon, half bird Pokemon crying in happiness as he was given back his powers and was given back his freedom. A trained Pokemon he had been for years after being purified... and as he dived into the Darkness, there was no sense of losing self... no feeling of losing something. He was not losing his soul by returning to the Darkness... he was gaining it back.

Such irony...

Legendary Pokemon... I have the feeling that Mew was not the one who continued with that horrific propaganda...

... and they call ME a Devil? What a strange world... a place where the roles of Good and Evil are seemingly inverted... but then, maybe not. Those Dark Vortex hordes my son awakened... they are Darkness and are destructive, soulless, raging. Light or Darkness, it doesn't matter...

... I... I remember one thing...

I... I used to love this world... I used to see the world, filled with hope for the future... how is it possible?

I see only hatred... only despair... only hypocrisy... and Mew is dead... dead... dead...

... but then... something thrown me out of my trance.

This port... the floor... the boats... the machinery...

I... I do not hate technology. All those machines... I look at them... I look at a machine lifting a crate and slowly dropping it inside of a cargo boat... and the mechanical movements... so precise... so fluid... the noise of the engines... the colors of paint... the electricity and fire radiations I can sense...

I... I cannot take my eyes off the endless amount of machines. The boats themselves... gigantic machines of steel floating on water... and the people working along the machines...

It is strange how machines that are heavy of several tons can float on water... it's strange how those machines can work...

All this... fill me with interest. I look at each machine and I see plans before my eyes... I want to know how those machines works... I want to replicate them... I want to improve them...

I... I want to know everything about technology.

Is it because I need knowledge to recover my memories?... do I really need to know what is the pressure of an engine or the speed at which a piece of metal can move to recover my memories?... no, I do not. I don't need to know why the sky is blue or if it is really blue either.

I... I remembered... that I found beauty within this world.

The way everything moves... the way useless pieces of scrap metal can be made into beautiful machines... the way flesh and plants can become creatures... nature and science interest me. My curiosity... one of my prized possessions... one of the reasons I did not give in to hatred... because this world is so complex, so finely created, so...

... beautiful...

Is it the same for people? Are people as complex and beautiful as nature and science?

...

I looked to Cherlie...

From the lowly Magikarp to even the Legendary Pokemon... life is just as complex if not more than non-living matter. The way the mind works... the souls... the living beings...

I also remembered visions... a little human child playing with a Growlithe... a pair of Nidorans kissing... a flock of Pidgeys flying peacefully in the sky... a Medicham meditating quietly on the top of a high mountain, diving into the depths of its own mind...

... and my family.

I... I am a father... I have a son and I... I used to have a mate...

Mew... life-mated to a beautiful female... and a son in which my trust, love, and care was infinite...

Mewlt... my son, Mewlt... I remember you...

I... I barely seen you... I was not there for you... I was a mindless, raging tool for a heartless monster... I could not raise you... I couldn't protect neither you or Mew... I...

As a father... I am a failure.

Failure.

This word... I despise it... but I do not despise failure as the act of failing a task... I hate it for another reason...

Unnatural... clone... copy...

Those three words fill me with dread... with sadness. I... I don't understand...

Mewtwo... this is my name and yet... there is something... strange... about it.

Mew... two... Mew... two... two... two...

Two... Mew and two... like a second Mew.

Who is my father?... my mother?

Emptiness... Darkness... my memory is silent.

Clone... cloned from Mew... a second Mew...

I remember now... My father and mother were... the Darkness itself. I was born from nothing... created using DNA from Mew... I came from the Darkness, brought forth by the greed and evil of humanity.

People... hated me because I was not born out of the union of a male and a female... hated me because of the circumstances of my birth... like they hate the Demons because that they have a different polarity... like they hate the Undead because they do not breathe...

... they even hate just those with different colors.

Why?

Survival instincts dictate that what does not obey to certain criterias called "normality" shall be seen as threatening. This is critical, because of predators... but why apply it to those of your own kind?

... and why apply it within society? Why do humans hate their own kind? Thanks to their civilization, they have escaped from the Laws of Nature, they no longer need this instinct of paranoia!... and yet, this word called "racism" exist and is thoroughly used.

Humans... are such naive creatures.

They believe that they have a monopole on Evil and blame themselves for it... but I remember images of a mother Fearow breaking all the eggs in her nest that aren't of the normal color. I remember about a Crawdaunt killing its brother because it was green.

I remember packs of Meowths and Skitties going to war against each others, slaughtering each others over territory. I remember an Alakazam frying a Murkrow to a crisp just so it could get a hold of the shiny objects it had gathered.

Greed... lust for power... arrogance... intolerance...

All good reasons to give up on life and despise it... and yet...

... and yet, this world is beautiful...

Evil has not consumed the beauty of this world... not yet. People fight against it... people did it in the far past... and even today, people continue to struggle against Evil. I do. Cherlie does. Eliza does. I'm sure we are not the only ones.

All that is needed for Evil to triumph is for people to do nothing... and through time, people rose to fight Evil.

People think of heroes... but heroes are nothing without those behind them. If Good didn't exist within the hearts of ordinary people, if the desire for a better way of life, if the will for the happiness and love of others to triumph over selfish greed wasn't in the hearts of all beings, there would be no point in fighting for Good.

Good... is seemingly a normal evolution, it seems. The species struggle against death... they struggle to survive... and eventually they awaken. Once they do, they gather and tame themselves. It is a long, painful, bloody process... but eventually, all long for solidarity... for the disappearance of the world's flaws.

Maybe this is why I chose to oppose my Fate and not become the Ultimate Evil... because that Evil is vain and pointless. It is nothing but a flaw, nothing but the vile, twisted expression of those who gave up on life and want to drag everything down with them.

I will not allow myself to be drawn into despair. I will protect this world and save my son. This is what Mew would have wanted, I am sure of it... I am sure of it...

... no point in frustrating myself over a detail. Protecting those I love is a cause worth humiliating myself over. What do I care if I have a collar and is considered a pet for a few days? Saving my son is more important than my selfish pride.

"MEWTWO!"

"MEW?!?" ACK! ACK!... I... I... ugh... I thought I was going to have a heart attack! Why did Cherlie scream at me like that?!?

"What are you doing?!? You have been standing there, staring at blank space!" I guess this was to be expected...

"I'm sorry. I... well, forget it. Are we going to depart now?" I asked, wanting to change the subject as quickly as possible.

Cherlie rolled her eyes and nodded. "Of course! You've been in such a trance that she could buy a ticket and be done with all of the preparations by the time you FINALLY returned to us! I, Chirp, and Siryx had to drag you all the way here, you know that? Also... you REALLY should lose a few pounds! You're HEAVY!" that last statement about my weight upset me a little bit... but well, whatever I guess. According to my memories, neither I or my mate are exactly thin, although I know I was thinner than Mew... and then, a funny thought came to me... Since I and Mew were kinda... well... not thin... maybe Mewlt is, as well?... but well, I'm wasting my time here.

I looked around and it became obvious that I had been in a trance for a long time, indeed. We were now on the edge, in front of a large, luxurious cruise boat. SS Anne... strange, that name reminds me of something... I think I heard it before...

"GET ABOARD!" a human adult yelled that and the humans began to assemble. I could see Eliza, smiling at me, happy to see that I was awake once more. Siryx seemed rather tired, lying down on her shoulder, panting. The human trainer pointed to me, making gestures that meant that I should follow her... so, I guess I shouldn't lose time.

I made a couple of steps forward... but that human adult that had yelled to everyone to get aboard stopped me and Eliza.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going with those Pokemon? Get them in their Pokeballs!" I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. I hate him already...

I turned to Eliza. She was seemingly nervous and panicked... One must remember that she's still a child, despite being a Pokemon trainer. Children are not prepared for stressing situations. I only hoped that she wouldn't let her fear overcome her... "Well... they're my pets. Can I bring them along?" she asked, in a hesitant tone.

"Do this looks like a Pokemon Contest?!? Unless in battle or when used in tasks, Pokemon are to remain in their Pokeballs! Return them or return home, lady!" his arrogant tone... and the way he spoke to her... I felt like just sending him flying into the water already and to be done with it.

... wait a minute here! SS Anne... SS Anne...

I GOT IT! This is the newest SS Anne! It's a boat for Pokemon trainers! Conventions and other important events commonly happen on this boat's many models and as such, Pokemon are allowed on it!... so once inside, I will be able to wander around free!

... but how to get rid of this guard?... and why did this thought came to me, like this, upon thinking of that guard?

...!!! That was obvious! Why didn't I think of it before? I have psychic powers, don't I? Let's influence that human's weak mind!... and thanks to that memory, I know exactly how to influence him!

I turned to the human and my eyes begun to glow. Of course, Cherlie grabbed my right leg, thinking I was about to attack. Eliza, her, started to panic even more and Siryx, him, prepared to shock me. "I won't harm him. I will just... hmm... how can I put it? I will "convince" him to let us on the boat." I said, using telepathy, to Cherlie, Siryx, and Eliza. Cherlie let go of my leg, Eliza calmed down a little, and Siryx stopped gathering electricity... but all of them still stared at me, in case I did something bad. Well, they sure trust me, don't they? And they say having allies is a wonderful thing... sigh... Someone who said that was a loner, obviously.

Anyway... I stared into that human's mind...

"What the? What's that Pokemon doing?!?" he thought. Heh! He doesn't expect anything! Crushing your will be easy... now...

"Let the girl and her Pokemon get aboard." I ordered, getting in his mind. "But... I have orders not to..." I won't listen to your weak replies! "LET THE GIRL AND HER POKEMON GET ABOARD!" and now, for the finishing touches. Using my memories about the SS Anne, I made up a stupid tale about his boss firing him for not letting us aboard... and just for the extra scare factor, I shown imaginary colleagues, laughing at him and insulting him for being fired.

As I completed my psychic "speech", I felt like my mind, as a massive sledgehammer, slamming and crushing a ripe melon, splashing the whole area with juice and green slime. I knew that I had crushed his will... and personally, that was a piece of cake.

"Errr... actually... you... err... well... you can take your Pokemon aboard without returning them, after all..." the human was hesitant and rather confused. He didn't knew which was truly his thoughts... his own or what I had inserted.

"Thank you mister! THANK YOU!" with that said, Eliza nodded to me, smiling in a naughty way as she understood and I, Cherlie, and Eliza ran for it while the human was still under the confusion of my mind control.

"Heh! Psychic powers sounds fun! I wish I could mind-control people too!" said Siryx as we got on the boat. True... true... psychic powers are convenient indeed!

...

Well... we're onboard now...

!!!

POOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!

What is that sound?!?

Huh? ACK!

...

Hee... hee... hee... hehehe... hahaha... HAHAHA!!!

Silly Mewtwo! That's just the boat starting to move! Looks like we were the last ones to get aboard!... or I've went in another trance. Or both... and anyway, I do not really care, don't I?

Heh... I can feel it... the wind!... and looking back, the port is gradually becoming smaller and smaller and smaller... It seems like we are going toward our destination now. All we have to do now is wait...

clac.

Eliza bent down and touched Cherlie's neck and took both the ribbon and the collar off her. She approached me. Finally... FINALLY!

clac.

HA! YES! YEEEES! I can feel it! I reached to touch my neck... ooooOOOOH! So good... so good to be able to breathe! That collar... that HO-OH-AWFUL collar! It's off my neck!

"Pokemon are allowed aboard. No need to keep those things on you." she stated, smiling. I nodded and so did Cherlie. It's so great to be able to have them off us.

"Thank you. I was chocking under that thing." I stated. Eliza blinked a few times, frowning. "It was too tight?" she asked.

"Any collar is too tight." I stated. Eliza stared at me, unable to understand what I meant... and then, she rolled her eyes and smiled anew. "Well... it's going to take about four days for us to reach Cinnabar Island... so let's have fun! I have been on this boat several times since my daddy is the Champ so I know this boat like the back of my hand!"

Cherlie turned to me and blinked a few times before asking her question. "Errr... Mewtwo? Could you ask her what are the points of interest on the boat? If we are to remain there for a while... then I'm NOT gonna stay here and sleep all day!"

She has a point. There is nothing to do but wait... and although I frown at this fact... keeping ourselves occupied is the best thing to do at the moment being.

"Eliza... could you tell us what is there to do on the boat?" I asked, using telepathy since she cannot understand spoken Pokemon language... but thankfully, my telepathy breaks the barrier of languages.

Eliza got all excited. She is a child and she shows it well. Only a child could become so happy and excited so quickly. Such innocence and desires... I feel that if more humans were like her, maybe humanity wouldn't have to blame itself for so many horrible crimes...

"Well, there's a pool on the front deck and there's a concert in the main hall along with a banquet! There's all kinds of rooms filled with computers and video game consoles there and then, there's also arenas for Pokemon battles and contests!" she begun to explain. I noted mentally all the interesting places while Cherlie did the same. I also found it funny how Eliza's structure in her sentences reflected her age. She was saying "and and and and" non-stop without taking a pause, which is incorrect... and then, there's the fact that I wonder how much air her lungs can contain. She's speaking at such a terribly fast pace and for such a long time...

... then, after what seemed to be two minutes, she begun to repeat herself and then, after five full minutes, she FINALLY finished upon realizing that she had been repeating herself for quite a while. "... and... err... oops! I repeated the same stuff over and over again! Sooo sorry!" she said, her face turning a bit red...

"It's not relevant. Do not worry about this unimportant detail. Well... now, if you excuse me, I shall take advantage of those newly acquired pieces of information and get myself occupied... but first, where is your room so that we may meet each others at the end of the day?" I asked.

Eliza slapped her forehead. "OH NO! I had totally forgot!... well, sorry! It's room thirteen, on the second floor! Well... with that, I'll get going! See ya!" before I could do anything, Eliza zoomed off more quickly than a Ninjask executing a Quick Attack.

"Well... looks like it's just you and me!" stated Cherlie, turning to me and smiling. "I'll go to the pool and relax. Will you accompany me?" she asked.

I shook my head. Sleeping?... when I could be learning stuff using the computers and see what those "video games" are all about? No way, little rat! "Sorry... but I'm more interested in the computers, personally."

Cherlie smiled. "Nah! No need to apologize! Things have been so hectic lately... taking a break will feel good, I tell ya! Finally... some peace and quiet!"

Well, she does have a point. Saving my son is important... but even heroes and Legendary Pokemon need a break once in a while.

The yellow and blue female mouse turned toward the front deck and trotted into the distance. I turned toward the nearest door. Time to explore the place.

I approached the door and placed my three-fingered hand on it. My hands, despite having two less fingers, were very similar to humans' in the way that they have thumbs and allow me to grasp objects easily. While turning the knob and opening that door was easy to me, I knew that it was only an impossible dream for many a Pokemon...

Once inside, I noticed how the halls were quite luxurious, indeed. Red carpet, well lit, high ceiling... the place was designed for comfort rather than raw effectiveness.

There were a few humans around, not all of which were Pokemon trainers. I could see a young human girl, about six or seven years old at most, petting a small Poochyena wearing a blue bandana while two adult humans, the child's parents, watched over her. I... I...

...

"puuurrrrr... purrrrrr..." a pair of eyes, blue like the beautiful ocean, glittering like the stars in the night sky, half-closed in happiness as her small, chubby arms held a pink and purple furball that purred too. She was the most beautiful being I had ever seen... harmonious curves, the cutest, most beautiful face you could imagine, eyes filled with infinite love...

I couldn't help but purr as well at the scene...

...

Huh? I opened my eyes and saw the small girl, standing in front of me, holding her small grey wolf Pokemon in her arms.

"Hey! It's that big cat we seen on TV! It's that Mewtwo cat!" she said happily, looking into my eyes. She then turned to her parents, still smiling. "Can I get a Mewtwo too?"

The two adults rolled their eyes. "Mewtwo is one of a kind. There's only one in the whole world... and I doubt that its trainer will let you have it!"

"Aaw! But the Champion is mean! Did you seen it, on TV? That mean black shadow hurt Mew and he was only thinking of replacing her! That made Wolfy cry!... and me too!" she pleaded, her voice filled with a mix of frustration, disappointment, and sadness.

The adults didn't knew what to say... but then, the mother had an idea. "Look, my dear. Once we'll be at the dinning room, we'll get you and Poochyena a big cake. What do you say?"

"YEAH! We get cake! You hear that, Poochyena? We get cake!" the kid was soon bouncing happily. The wolf Pokemon didn't mind. I had seen in his young mind that he cared for nothing in the world but for finding food in his plate and being petted by the girl. Nothing else mattered. Such a simple mind, his life filled seemingly an endless game with his owner... a life much different from those trained Pokemon face.

I walked forward, leaving the family behind. Mew... Mewlt... if only you could be here to share this experience with me...

Mewlt... alone, consumed by your hatred, thinking only of this world's flaws... This world is so beautiful, filled with things such as happiness. I hope you will see and experience them again... that you will realize that there is no reason for you to carry the burden of Dark Vortex.

... and about my mate... The little girl spoke of a black shadow. Was that what had ended my mate's life? I know that revenge is a stupid idea... but on another hand, once my son is saved, I want to make sure that black shadow, whoever it may be, will suffer the consequences of her acts. There was no anger in my heart... no need for anger... but I sure felt determined.

But, well... this shall wait for now. It is time to... to... I... what the...?... oh great. I just realized that Eliza's information was pretty vague. I don't know where is the dinning room or those places with video games...

Well, anyway... I'll just wander around. It's not like I do not know where is the room where I'll sleep and exploration is one of the good things about going to new places. Learning the layout of a new area is enjoyable to me. Getting lost? I do not mind it. New experiences are one of this world's greatest pleasures...

Anyway, I walked through the halls, alone, a few eyes watching me with mixed feelings as I passed... but it was mostly quiet... and then, after a while, I felt a strong surge of feelings... looks like the room ahead is big and filled with loads of people! I opened the double doors and my ears were filled with a torrent of human words.

So... THIS is the dinning room? It's so gigantic... I can barely believe it! It's truly massive and impressive!... and Pokemon say that technology is bad? THIS is the reason why technology is good!

Look at those tables! Those chairs! The beautiful carpet! The chandeliers! The music created thanks to the instruments!

Currently, it's a music style which I believe humans call "classic". What it lacks in rhythm and high-tech instruments, it makes up with complexity, lack of repetitiveness, and timeless catchiness. It was created many centuries ago, back when people didn't have many instruments to work with and had to come up with long, complex melodies to balance out the technological limitations.

Sure, I like the new sounds of machines... but classical music is well, classical. Its complex tunes and the sheer range of different rhythms that can come up just in a single music track makes them extremely enjoyable in my opinion.

But well, anyway...

My eyes turned to the banquet. Feeding oneself is a basic need and is very primitive and stupid, when one thinks about it... but well, the factor called "taste" sure makes the difference between an hindrance and something that you actually appreciate! All those delicate, high-class meals... those must require a long time and lots of efforts to cook correctly!... and such quantity and variety! I congratulate whoever chef made this for the effort alone.

I approached the buffet, thinking of the culinary experience. I am a bit ashamed of it but... well, I do like to experience called "taste".

I scanned quickly the buffet and found my meal. It's something grey, meat obviously. It has a seemingly soft texture and is covered with a fine black and white powder. It's also covered with a thin, somewhat pinky sauce of sorts.

Eating with my hands or psychic powers alone is out of question. I may sound silly... but I like to see myself as a civilized Pokemon with human-like manners... so I turned toward the closest empty table and lifted a plate, a fork, and a knife off it. A few of the humans stopped speaking and eating, turning to see the flying plate, fork, and knife.

When the plate was sufficiently close, I rose a piece of that grey meat off the buffet table, making sure to keep a healthy amount of sauce floating with it... and then, I placed it all in the plate. I lowered the plate, stared into it, and smiled at the result.

But before I taste that stuff... I used my powers to slide myself to the right and placed myself in front of some strange yellow substances. Pasta with several kinds of strong cheeses in a white sauce. Again, I rose a piece of the meal off the buffet table and into my plate. Once this was done, I floated to the empty table, slided the chair backward, sat on it, slid it back to position, and dropped the plate, knife, and fork on the table, in front of me.

The humans stared at me, intrigued, as I grasped the fork in my right hand and the knife in my left. I slowly pierced the piece of meat with the fork... no blood came out although it felt soft and juicy. I cut a slice of the meat using the knife, took the fork out of the meat piece, and pierced the slice. I placed it in my mouth...

... interesting... verrry interesting... wine sauce, many types of peppers, just the right amount of salt...

I munched the thing slowly, making sure my brain would register the taste very clearly... then, I repeated the operation until there was nothing left... and I found myself wanting for more. I used my psychic powers to gather the remaining powder and sauce into a compact sphere and then swallowed it slowly.

... well, that was good... and I just found out that I am awfully hungry. Well, good thing I took a piece of that pasta too.

I ate the thing, too. The cheese... the milky, creamy sauce... the fine seasoning...

Well, not only did the chef who made all that food should be congratulated for cooking so much food... but he also needs to be congratulated for cooking extremely tasty and fresh food as well! Really, excellent!

I gulped the last pasta, did the same for the cheese and creamy sauce than I had done with the meat's sauce, and found myself with a clean, empty plate and a stomach that was a bit filled... but not nearly enough.

I shall experience more of this food. It is my desire to do so. My instincts and consciousness command me to.

I stood up, thanking the fact that the chairs have a hole of sorts, which means that my tail doesn't get in the way.

The humans were now officially weirded out. Some were absolutely baffled that I was eating in a much more civilized way than many of them, some were angry that "good food was wasted on a Pokemon", others just found it strange to see an oversized cat eat like a human.

Well, whatever. I don't care. I just want to eat in peace.

Soon enough, I found myself going back and forth, trying out every type of food out there. I ate and ate and ate and ate... I don't know what quantity of food I ate exactly... but I sure ate a lot of food! At least twelve full plates... and I also found out that I had a preference for milky, creamy stuff. Maybe it's because I am a cat?... after all, cats like milk!... well, maybe. Still, judging from how much food I ate, I must have been mighty hungry... and all this food left me so... satisfied. After all those meals, eating tiny bitsy berries and uncooked food... this felt like such a refreshing and satisfying experience.

Now... I shall end this properly. Time for dessert! I made my way in front of a big, good-looking chocolate cake... and the human that was just in front of the maple ice cream got angry, I guess.

"OH NO! Not the ice cream too!" he yelled, turning to me.

He placed himself in front of me, his eyes burning with anger. "Get your dirty paws off the buffet! Where's your trainer?!? Pokemon eat nuggets or stuff like that, not human food! Leave our buffet alone, you big dumb Pokemon!" You're getting on my nerves, I'm trying to feed myself. That's what I wanted to tell that human... that and I wanted to tell him to start running before I grabbed him and shoved his fork up his fat behind for daring interrupt me... but well, let's be smarter and more tactful than this hairless, brainless monkey.

"I have special permission since I do not digest regular Pokemon food... and anyway, I am eating in a perfectly civilized way. There is no reason for you to get angry." I stated.

!!!

Huh?!?

Well there, he shoved me. I flinched a bit but his limited human strength can't do much since I was ready for such an opportunity. Since I had used my powers, I did not fall down. In fact, I barely moved at all.

"Do not try my patience, human. Just leave me alone and I will leave you alone." I stated, not wanting to get into trouble.

The human was baffled. Looks like Pokemon speaking human language through telepathy shocked him. I took the opportunity to take three balls of maple ice cream with chestnuts in them along with a big, huge piece of chocolate cake. With that done, I left the human alone.

"I'LL TELL YOUR TRAINER!!!" he screamed, his rage apparent in his voice.

"Whatever. Do as you wish." I told him. I have better things to do than argue with a powerless, brainless Primeape. Indeed, humans are civilized while Primeapes go berserk for no good reason... so it's safe to assume that despite his human appearance, that creature is a moronic Primeape... right down to the squeaky, senseless screams of rage... and like an actual Primeape, it started to jump up and down, flailing its arms up and down in anger, as I got away, ignoring him.

Bah... seeking to understand the logic of an idiot is vain. The logic of an idiot eludes even Ho-oh himself.

I sat down and ate my dessert. Sure, that human got angry and threw his glass of water at me. I simply used my powers to keep the glass and the water from hitting me while security guards arrived, grabbed the raging human, and carried him away like they would do with an actual Primeape. Bah! What a moron he was...

For a second, I was worried when the humans guard stared at me, unsure what to do... but seeing as I was peaceful and doing nothing bad, they sighed and left me alone. Good thing! It allowed me to finish that cake and that ice cream... which was delicious, by the way.

Well, I'm now officially full and can resume my exploration. It's not that I don't like the music but... well, I guess I have drawn too much attention to me already and anyway... I still have yet to find those computers and video games.

So, I got up, replaced everything back at their original positions, and left the room quietly through the same door I had taken to get inside.

Peace and quiet... it's only outside, after being immerged into such a room, that I noticed how quiet the halls truly were. The relative silence and calm surprised me for a second... Now, let's move on.

More rooms... and oh! The halls are getting smaller and less classy! Getting closer to the helm, am I? Seeing how the security guards were looking at me, I decided to leave that area of the boat alone for now. I'll return there in time.

Looks like I will have to explore the lower floors... or maybe I could meet Cherlie outside?... and where is Eliza?

... one thing at a time. Since I really wanted to try out those so-called video games, I opted for the lower floors.

I found the closest staircase and went down it. As usual, humans are weirded out... but humans are gentle. At the exception of idiots like that raging guy back at the buffet, humans are docile and peaceful as a whole... so getting around is easy. In fact, the reactions of surprise and curiosity are even interesting.

Some children stare at you in awe, some older people do so too, some scientists wonder what you are and start following you for a short distance, intrigued... truly, humans are strange, interesting creatures. When I think about it, it is surprising that Pokemon trainers are so brutal and cruel when you see how gentle and peaceful regular humans are...

Eventually, making my way through the halls, eyes following my steps, I reached a pair of rooms. To the left, the buzzing sound of computers and relative peace and quiet... on the other side, a strange type of music and intense feelings of excitement, stress, fear, awe, panic, arrogance, pride, humility... lots of different types of feelings.

Video games or computers?... considering I just fed myself not too long ago, computers seems better since stress has the tendency to make the process of digestion more difficult and even, at the limit, painful.

I opened the door and saw the tables, all lined up neatly, with humans focused on the screens. I found myself a computer and sat down. Since all of them were busy and since I was quiet, I disturbed none of them and thus, was ignored... which was nice. I did not like that scene back there with the foolish Pokemon trainer, personally...

Humans have two hands and no psychic powers... which is obvious when comparing their keyboards and mice to what I had back at the strange dark laboratory. The keyboard there had several thousands of keys and the mouse was of a shape impossible to manipulate using hands... much unlike those tiny bitsy keyboard and mice. Still... they will do.

I placed both hands on the keyboard, deciding to use my powers for manipulating the mouse. I stared at the screen... only one screen? Well, according to a memory that rose to me, humans can't focus on more than one screen... and well, neither couldn't I. It was through intense training that I could begin to do what the humans call "multi-tasking".

Well, whatever.

Let's see what are the installed programs...

Bomb Sweeper? Basic, boring game if I remember well...

Card games? BLEH! I frown upon those.

Ocean Quest Pinball? A basic, uninteresting pinball game.

Paint program? Very limited and I'm not in the mood for creativity... not that I have ever been very strong in that area, actually.

Chatting program? If I want to speak to somebody, telepathy will do nicely and anyway, I do not know anyone with whom I could communicate.

Internet? I remember that this allow to access "web pages" created by various people, all for free. Centuries ago, when it was first created, there were also ridiculous amounts of problems about something they call "copyleft" or something like that. It was amusing to see humans claiming how they OWN such a thing as the color green and wanted people to pay to even look at it... but well, apart from that, I doubt there are any sites that speak of what I am interested in... and although I could browse for information on it, I bet that all informations on Legendaries must be classified and hidden somehow... and well, it would help if I actually remembered the names of said sites!

Well, looks like the computer was not a good idea after all... and anyway, that "Winblows RG" thing rings a bell... a bad one, at that... and the memory of an error screen with a blue background, which the humans nicknamed "Blue Screen of Death", comes to me...

I stood up. Video games, it shall be then.

In under a minute, I was out of the room and inside of the other.

Many types of consoles were around. Little portable ones using touch screens, which everybody used, others without touch screens, which nobody used... then, there were larger consoles connected to TVs, some shaped in cubes, others like computers, others were just ridiculously large and heavy-looking. Then, there were the collection consoles, extremely old, to the sides which were quite popular... most of them, anyway. It seemed like nobody was interesting in the "Gamestation" and the "Gamestation Portable". I looked at both... and saw crappy stuff on them. The first had mostly stupid, low-quality games like the awfully overhyped "Fallen Fantasy VII"... but it wasn't as bad as "Empire Hearts" which was just plain awful but was, for some reason, hailed as extremely good. The GSP was just laughable. It offered only bad ports of the "Gamestation 2" games which weren't that good to begin with. Truly, I wonder... huh? "Made by Saunny"? That explains everything. They make stuff that breaks in five seconds and have junk shoved on their game consoles while the concurrence get all the good games. After frustrating experiences with their monitors, I decided to just stick to using my powers to assemble monitors rather than buy their junk.

Well, whatever...

Maybe I don't feel like playing video games... and maybe that's because that a group of humans begun to argue with the others. They were arguing over the question "Which is better? The Playsphere or the BigBox?"... fanboys.. if I remember well, those are impervious to logic in every single way. I would be better leaving them alone.

Well, I rolled my eyes. Looks like the older consoles are the way to go... but maybe not. Some morons are still arguing whenever "Super Ash Brothers 3" is better than "Speedy the Nidoran 3 & Gauntlet".

... but there's always the older portable consoles. Can't really beat Minimon Yellow and Purple, can you?... but well, the lack of a storyline and the fact that the official villain of the serie, Catztoo, never get used bother me.

... you know what? Just forget it.

I got out of the room. I'll meet Cherlie at the swimming pool, I guess...

Making it outside didn't took that long... or so I thought. Maybe I wasn't paying attention... for when I made it outside, it was already dark. Guess I must have spent an extended period of time inspecting the computers and video games despite the fact I really used none of them.

Anyway... I merely stepped outside that I stopped, noticing a wet mouse in front of me. Cherlie was frowning, her ears dropping to the sides, static electricity sparkling out of her cheeks.

"What happened? You seem rather... unhappy." I asked, wondering what had happened.

"THANK YOU CAPTAIN OBVIOUS!" she exclaimed in a falsely happy tone. "I had a very good day! I tried to lie down and sleep but some stupid humans brats kept thinking that throwing water at me would be funny and then, later, a pack of males in heat kept harassing me, begging me to meet them in a quiet spot so that we would copulate. Then, as if it wasn't already bad enough, some snotty Jolteon arrived to bother me about how much of a big deal he was since he was evolved and since I couldn't evolve as well as how he was soooo much better than me since he was a rare Pokemon while I was a common Hoenn rodent."

Well, her day was not too good, I admit it... "I see... so going to the swimming pool wouldn't be a good idea right now, isn't it?" I asked. Cherlie nodded... "I understand. Did you eat?"

Cherlie rolled her eyes. "Yeah... a kid decided to befriend me and feed me. The sole good point of my day. Too bad he remained there a short while. The adult humans FINALLY decided themselves to notice the brats who were throwing water around... but only when the kind kid arrived. I barely finished eating that the kid was scolded as well, although he had done nothing. As such, I found myself alone for the rest of the day..."

The female mouse sighed loudly. "SIGH! I wished my vacation had begun on a better note..." I believe I understand you... although I have problems with calling this a vacation. It gives me the feelings that we're no longer caring about our mission... which is wrong... so let's call this a... well... a... err... a... OH! I GOT IT! Let's call this a "temporary slowdown in our quest"!... this name is dumb.

Well, whatever, I guess. "Cherlie... I guess that you will have no objections against going to Eliza's room and seeing how it is, isn't it? Judging from how late it is, it would be best to examine the room and make sure everything is in order."

"I wouldn't be against a little rest, indeed. I wasn't able to relax at all back there." she said, obviously exhausted.

I turned backward, opened the door, and invited the mouse to follow me. As we walked, I looked at the doors...

Two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve...

HA HA! Thirteen!

... strange... this number reminds me of something... must be nothing!

I opened the door and found the interior to be rather dark. I did not search for a switch since I sensed a presence within... I turned to Cherlie. "Eliza is inside. I can feel a presence inside of the room." I stated.

Cherlie nodded. Her fur was now dry after walking around for a while... but she still looked kinda funny with her fur sticking out, giving her the looks of a Tangela...

Cherlie stepped inside of the room and I followed her, closing the door behind me with my powers, making sure to be quiet in order not to wake up Eli...

ACK!

BAM!

Oooow... tripped on something... I should have activated the lamps!... well, just a minor inconvenience, I guess.

I stood up and rubbed my right arm, on which I had landed. It hurts... but I'm not injured. It just hurts for absolutely no reason...

... they say that it is the least important injuries that cause the most pain and sadly, it's true. After all... I AM a Legendary Pokemon! It takes an entire army to take me down... and yet, just minor damage like that hurts more than thousands of beams of ice directed toward the neck. This is... ironic.

bam!

That was Cherlie. Tripped too, I guess. Moving around like that in the dark really wasn't smart...

"Ugh... can't you activate the lights or something? I can't see anything!" she said, annoyed.

"No. We shall not wake Eliza." I replied. Well... wasn't it obvious that I wouldn't activate the lighting systems when I got into the room?

... and what would the lights be useful for? All I have to do is lie down and I'll sleep like a baby Pokemon!... well, not really. Babies do not sleep through the night usually, waking up periodically to cry loudly. Sleeping like a stone? Stones are not alive. They do not sleep.

... why do I always focus on such unimportant details?

The darkness... it's not complete. I can see Cherlie's figure... her blue eyes... and there's the vague shapes of the various pieces of furniture.

I sat down and swung my tail about. Didn't collide with anything... so I guess that it's a good place to sleep... so I lied down and curled, like most cats does before going to sleep...

"Mewtwo? What are you doing?" what? She never saw a cat sleep?

"I need some rest." I stated.

Cherlie blinked a few times, seemingly confused or shocked or whatever. I'm not paying attention. I need to sleep, personally... "But... I'm sure Eliza must have thought about us and prepared something for us to sleep on! I mean... it's not that it bothers me but... well, actually sleeping on the floor bothers me. We slept for days on the ground during our travels... getting something better to sleep on would be better." The yellow mouse crossed her arms... or so it seemed, judging from the way her figure moved. "... and anyway, it's not quite the time to go to sleep, I believe!"

I rolled my eyes. "I know that. It is just that we had pretty busy days lately... and I guess it must have taken its toll on us... well, on me, anyway. I feel as if a Taurus herd had ran all over me... so, going to sleep is the best thing to do in my opinion, right now."

"You do have a point... but too much sleep is a bad thing. I know it's dark... but I say that it is too early to go to bed!" she argued.

"Cherlie... Eliza went to sleep. Isn't that a good enough hint?" I asked, my tone slightly louder than I had planned. Must be because of my current state.

Much to my disappointment, Cherlie seemed to be in the mood to argue. "But Mewtwo. Eliza is a child and... Mewtwo? Are you listening to me?" I'm not going to answer. Since she is not stupid, my extended silence should hint her that I will not answer. "Mewtwo? MEWTWO?!?"

She stood there, waiting for me to answer... of course, I did not do so. "Fine then, jerk!"

Finally... Cherlie is a nice female, personally... but she's annoying sometimes... like all females, I guess. I could see her get out of my line of sight and walk around me, searching for a place of her own. She was walking slowly, so that she wouldn't trip...

Well, that's it for the day...

...

...!!! What the... HUH?!?

I felt... something... strange.

A physical contact... something furry has grabbed the tip of my tail and is clinging to it... something about the size of Cherlie. I... I... just...

That... body part is sensitive... the most sensitive one. I hope she'll let go of it...

... she's moving... and that... !

"Cherlie..." I whispered, hoping to catch the attention of the one I believed to be Cherlie... "Please let go... now..."

A feminine sigh and... ACK!!! She changed position, rubbing herself to the tip and... mmmeeeew...

Do... Cherlie knows that the tip of my tail is my most sensitive body part? That she should definitely NOT touch it? I doubt it...

It's weird how tired I feel right now... so very weird...

Well, she can remain like that if she wants. As long as she doesn't wake me up... by crushing or pulling on it, for exemple...

...

...

Hmmmm... just... one... more... minute...

I need all the energy I can get to...

Huh?

I opened my eyes and noticed the faint light of the morning sun... and I also felt strange... very strange...

Well, not really strange... more like wet... but only at a single place...

... err...

... actually, I don't want to know what it is about or what it means, really. I don't even want to look...

... Cherlie is yawning and stretching... I can hear her... and I can see that she's still so close but thankfully, she's no longer holding my tail.

Cherlie slowly got up, standing on her hind legs, staring at me with her eyes half closed, ears pointing down showing that she was not fully awake yet.

"Hi Mewtw..." her eyes looked down at another part of my body and a big frown could be seen on her face.

I looked down and... yuck... I wish I had not looked down there, actually...

Why me? I should have told her that the tip of my tail is... well... kinda... well... connected to my... how can I put it? Connected to my... err... repro... nope... co... no...

Well, anyway, touching the tip of my tail is something only Mew should have ever done, personally... and judging from the color of that place, white instead of purple, she must have robbed against the tip pretty hard during the night... well, that's my logical explanation.

In fact... is it even logical? I mean... my tail tip is sensitive but unless it's rubbed in a certain way, this shouldn't happen. It IS my most sensitive body part... but it requires more than a mere contact to activate those functions. It's just logical... and I really doubt Cherlie would want to activate them.

In fact... I felt so strange and light-headed... and for some reason, I felt the room being unreal, being an illusion. I have this strange feeling... that I'm being fooled... but then, I am a Legendary Pokemon. Shouldn't I be able to tell if I am being manipulated?

Maybe I am thinking too much...

... well, back to the subject, that explains why I feel kinda tired and sweaty. Now, I just hope that...

"YUUUUCK! MEWTWO!!! HOW COULD YOU?!?" Destiny hates me. I swear it. Destiny hates me!

Cherlie shook her fur around, trying to get the white stuff off her. This is worse than I had imagined. In fact... an inconsistence here... she clung to my tail, getting me in that state... but then... how did it get on her? I fail to understand... and obviously, I have more important things to worry about than about this mystery as Cherlie's right eye begun to twitch... "YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE..." she didn't even finished her sentence that I heard the electricity charging up. I have the feeling that this is going to hurt, personally... so I guess I should do something.

"Look... It's my fault for not telling you that you shouldn't touch the tip of my tail..." I explained, expecting to be shocked... but Cherlie just stood there, shaking off the last of the unwanted stuff off her, glaring at me in a way that made her look much taller and scarier than I had ever expected...

"Your tail?!? How is your tail related to what you did to me while I was asleep?... I'm your son's mate, for Mew's sake! Don't you have any honor?!?" I wonder how I'll get out of this one. I know that I'm not guilty of that... but still, how can I convince her?

Actually... I believe I should have had a dream of a "heated-up" act if I had done "it" during the night and... WAIT A MINUTE HERE! She is accusing me of... ugh... I suddenly felt very sick. I mean... this is just downright wrong. I am... or was... well, anyway, I was life-mated to Mew at a moment in time and then, not only did my body betray me during my sleep... but with my son's mate. Such a horror...

Uncurling and stretching what the first thing that came to mind since talking in this position is awkward... but well, not a good idea. I need to answer Cherlie's question quickly. "A Mew's tail is its most sensitive body part. I thought you knew that, my son being your mate."

Cherlie raised an eyebrow. Looks like she did not know... "What? What are you talking about? His tail cannot be... well, you know!"

She could have a point... but I sure hope that I'm right. Oh my love, Mew... Why can't I remember more precise details about my son? It would help, in this embarrassing situation...

But then, the yellow and blue mouse's ears rose up and she looked up, as if thinking... "But then... I must say that I never really tested it out... so maybe you're right..."

She stopped charging up electricity and got closer. I wonder what she's doing. But well, at least, she is no longer ang...

WHAM!

"MEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRg!!!" OH MY FUCKING LEGENDARY POKEMON!!! THE PAIN! THE PAIN!!!

OW! OW! OW! OW! MY POOR TAIL! MY POOOOOR TAIL!!!

ZAAAAAAP!!!

BAAAAM!!!

As she had smashed my... the tip of my tail with her foot, I sprung up and blasted her with a full power Psychic attack, hammering her straight into the wall. I couldn't help it ; action, reaction, they say...

I... I... aaaaarg... Getting the tip of my tail crushed is worse than receiving a kick in the reproductive system... it's that bad... oooooOOOOOOooooow... I... I thought I was gonna die from the pain... oh great Ho-oh... and Mew... and Lugia... and Jirachi... maybe not Jirachi since he's a loser but well... you get the point...

Well, I'm now fully awake and on my feet... and so is Eliza, obviously. She's standing there, all sweaty, her eyes widened. She's wearing some kind of white and blue dress instead of her usual trainer gear...

"What happened here?!? Are you alright?" I looked down. I must have awakened her with my scream and psychic blast... I regret it dearly. Truly, I am sorry... "It was... nothing... I am alright."

Eliza approached me and pointed her finger at me, just a few inches away from my nose. "NEVER do that again! I... I thought my heart was gonna explode! Bad Mewtwo! BAD!"

I'm... so... embarrassed... First the tail stuff and now this...

"HMMMPH! HMMPH!" Eliza turned to see Cherlie stuck in the wall, her little feet kicking the air in vain as she tried to force herself out of the wall. I must have hit her pretty hard for her to get almost all the way through hard steel... in fact... why is that scene suddenly striking me as unrealistic? People do not get stuck in walls like that when slammed hard... but then, what am I talking about? Reality? Unrealistic? Hehehe... errr... well.

"OH NO!" yelled Eliza before rushing to Cherlie's aid. She grabbed the Minun by the feet and pulled... but Cherlie only moaned more and more loudly as it was having only one effect and it was to pull on her muscles, inflicting pain on her.

Looks like I'll have to intervene... I concentrated and slowly pulled Cherlie out of the wall... but unfortunately, my concentration was broken by the high-pitched screams of a child... of a Pichu, more exactely.

At this moment, a small yellow and black mouse, Siryx, got in the room. He was the source of those screams "I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE! Eliza! I'm here to help you!"... you're late, kid. I did all the ruckus a minute or so ago...

The Pichu quickly lost interest in the noises that had awakened him however as he tilted his head to the right, his ears dropping, noticing how Eliza was acting... "Humans are weeeeird..." he stated, staring at the human girl...

This is so annoying. Such events after just waking up? What a morning I'm having... but then, both Eliza and Siryx stood there, staring at me for some reason... and then, both said: "What's this white stuff on you, Mewtwo?"

Now... this is just too embarrassing. Why is this happening? This must not be a coincidence. I know that those two are not like that usually. Is this a nightmare or what?

KNOCK KNOCK!

"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?!? WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!!!" an adult human male...

At this moment, I wondered if things could go worse and concluded that, no, they can't.

"So... so... sorry! I had some problems with my Pokemon..." Eliza was really embarrassed too, it seemed. Well, at least, I'm not the only one...

... huh? You. The stupid Pichu. Stop staring there. I don't care if you don't know what the white stuff is. You're too young for that!

A towel or anything like that would truly be appropriate at the moment. Let's hope something flashy happen soon, making those children look away so I can clean out that... hum... accident.

"AND ME?!? DID YOU FORGET ABOUT ME?!?" cried Cherlie, still stuck in the wall. Wait a minute... didn't I removed her from the wall, a while ago?

Well, regardless of this logical flaw, probably due to faulty memory, the girl and her Pichu turned their attention to that Minun! Time to sneak to the bathroom and erase that embarrassing... err... "stuff"!

I rushed inside and located the closest water-dispensing machine, whatever type they're using on this boat. I don't care what it's called. I have no time for such details.

SQUICK! SQUICK!

Huh? Why is that machine suddenly defective? What's wrong?

"EEEEEK!!! YOU'RE GOING TO TEAR ME IN HALF!!!" all this mayhem... is starting... to get on my nerves...

Ah! Finally! Water... huh?

FWIIIIIISH!!!

MEEEEEEAAAAAARG!!! STOP! STOP! STUPID MACHINE! That... that stupid thing exploded, soaking my fur wet!... but wait a second! I only have fur in theory so it's a non-issue!... whatever, it's still soaking me and personally, I do not find it pleasant at all!

Hmph!... calm down, Mewtwo... It's just some stupid water... Now, let's fix this.

ZAP!

... let's just say that it's for a good cause. I used my powers to melt that stupid machine's end and seal it off. Yes, it can no longer work but oh well... the boat's crew will repair it. They're being paid to that, after all.

"OH NO! What was that sound?!?" guess I was too noisy... and the floor is all wet. Things aren't looking well...

BAM!

Eliza burst into the room, holding a screaming Cherlie by the ears while Siryx clung to her shoulder, eyes widened, all sweaty. They must have succeeded in pulling her out of the wall... "What the Dark Vortex is going on here?!?" she yelled, just as panicked as everyone else.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"SHUUUUUT UP!!! WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!" ...that annoying human male again... "WHAT'S THE DEAL HERE?!?" MORE humans. This must be a nightmare, without a doubt...

"My... my ears... are not made... for this kind... of abuse..." please don't whine, Cherlie. We know that your ears were not designed to support your entire weight...

I... I can't take it anymore. I felt my nerves give away... I felt it within me... a burning feeling...

Well... why not? Since this is a nightmare... then let's make it complete! A good show of pyrotechnics should chase the vision away and allow me to awaken... and anyway, all those events stressed me to no end. I could really use some stress relief...

So... I gave in. I let the frustration gather... and then, I unleashed my full power.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Alright... Now that I have unleashed a massive explosion of Shadow energy, I should be awakening soon...

...

Well... it's taking some time...

...

Am I not awake? I... let's make sure.

I pinched myself and then, looked around... and my eyes widened. If the vision did not disappear when I pinched myself... then it must mean that... it was real?

Do this means that... I... just nuked the entire boat and all those aboard?

Just... no...

I know I am powerful... but I couldn't have destroyed the entire boat with just a little explosion like that...

...I looked around and felt the breeze... the warm breeze of the morning... and there was the warm light...

Quiet... so quiet... maybe a bit too much...

I decided to look all around me more carefully...

Looking down, I noticed a gigantic black spot. The sinking remains of something... something made of wood and metal. Then, there were flames, black smoke...

... and floating at the surface...

... no... No... this has all been a nightmare... all a stupid nightmare.

I folded air around my arm, pinching myself, hard.

OW!

... the vision did not fade... for it was not a vision...

... What... what have I done?!?

"Wanna go back in time?" ... I think I heard a voice... but I couldn't identify to who it belongs.

"Heheehee... you know perfectly who I am!" This voice... it is so familiar... who is it? I cannot remember... and I felt as if someone was getting inside of my head, prying on my privacy. Obviously, it's a powerful psychic Pokemon...

"You want to go back in time or not? Just answer." Well, considering I destroyed an entire boat just because of a brief moment of minor frustration, time travel would be a good idea... although I have no way of pulling that off at the moment, unfortunately.

FLASH!

Huh? What... happened here? What was this strange light that engulfed me so suddenly?... where am I?... and wasn't it supposed to be morning? Why is it so dark?

... and what's this... strange... pleasing... feeling...

Meeeew... purrr...

I closed my eyes, feeling someone stroking the sensitive tip of my tail slowly... I heard someone the sound of a sleeping female sighing and grasping the tip in her sleep...

I closed my eyes... this is sooo pleasing... soo pleasing... hmmm... HMMM... TOO pleasing!

Wait a minute here!

Maybe... this was a dream?... or maybe I really went back in time? I... just don't know... this was so sudden... Well, I shall ponder it all later! For now, I shall not take any chances!

After all, All of the confusion that led to me unleashing my power begun with a seemingly unimportant event... and as such, I can prevent it by removing this event!... which was Cherlie getting angry at me because I had... well, I do not know what happened exactely but I know it was linked to her grabbing the tip of my tail, causing a rather unpleasant physical reaction against my own will.

I opened my eyes and turned to see Cherlie, grasping the tip of my tail and using it as a pillow of some sort. Well, I'm very sorry Cherlie but my tail is not yours to touch as you see fit. Only Mew is allowed to touch it... and that, even if she is... is... why must I always remind myself of that?

Well, that memory still had its use for the temporary sorrow acted as a counter-measure of sorts to my rising physical pleasure allowing me to act.

But... as I stared at her... Is it really this important? Why is it having this effect on me? Even when Mew would touch the tip of my tail, it wouldn't cause that. She needed to stroke it vigorously to throw me into such a state.

This makes no sense and... I... feel so lonely... knowing that Mew is gone...

... no time to be depressed! I shall grieve about Mew's disappearance after this quest is done! I have to save my son and keep my sanity!... so... sorry Cherlie but I'll have to move you off me!

I know, according to what I can remember, that Minuns have very sensitive ears... so grabbing them is not a good idea... but then, how am I to move her?

... why am I even asking this question?

I unclutched her tiny paws off the tip of my tail using my powers... or rather, I shall do so... right... now...

... ACK! SLOWLY! SLOWLY! That hurts! ACK! OW! MORONIC RAT! NOT THE CLAWS! NOT THE CLAWS! IT'S SENSITIVE! MEEEEOOOOW...

I... I... wheeze... that did... not... feel... good...

... but she's off me.

... strange. I had not noticed she had pierced the skin with her claws until I tried to remove her. That makes no sense... but then, ever since I fell asleep, it feels like all logic has disappeared. Once I am up, I will investigate this case thoroughly.

Cherlie sighed and rolled to the side, frowning from losing the physical contact. It's natural for Pokemon to sleep in warm places... and well, sleeping alone on the floor is not too nice... but well, whatever. I prefer that to her grabbing my tail.

I curled back into position. I'm too tired for this... Sleep now, investigation later...

"Heeheehee... you owe me... one favor..." huh? This voice again... "When do you want to repay me?"

So familiar... I have heard this voice somewhere... BUT WHERE?!? Why can't I remember?... this makes me mad. The more I hear it, the more I feel like it was an important voice... but my mind is blank... and what it wants from me, exactely?

"It's nothing, actually. Something's easy." her voice... I feel... danger... "Don't be afraid... This won't hurt..."

ACK! What is happening to me?!? I... I... felt... a pull... and everything blurred...

...

"It is... the way it was meant to be."

... where am I? What did you meant by this? Why can't I see anything?

"Does it really matter if you're somewhere or anywhere? This... is all you need to see." the voice revealed itself...

Those eyes... those blue eyes... they're... familiar...

... and so beautiful.

Purity and innocence... My mate had a gaze like this one... yet... I cannot help but feel that my mate's gaze was different although it was pure and innocent too... like hers.

Then... my mate was Mew and she is...

"Do not cry... do not grieve..." !!! This feeling!

I... I... I feel... I relaxed... The contact has calmed me down and the sorrow is already gone, strangely enough.

Mew was a pink cat... a being that was of my specie and yet, at the same time, was not...

This being... She is exactely Mew's size but... this is probably the sole thing trait that she shares with the one I love... for she is a green fairy, not a pink cat... and for a green fairy thingy, I will admit that she is not bad... not bad at all... really not bad at all even...

She has some kind of darker hair or something... or maybe it's just her head that is strange. Her face is nice-looking with large, cute eyes... She has nice curves... very nice ones at that. Unlike Mew, her limbs actually had some sense of proportions... but maybe not, after all. Her legs were extremely skinny and short, ending with small feet while her arms were incredibly long, ending with delicate fingers...

She had no tail, her lower belly was a darker green, she has cute, tiny, but strong pale blue insect-like wings... then, there's the two antennas that end with blue tips...

Truly not bad... really...

In fact... maybe... maybe she's more than just not bad...

She let go and hovered slowly backward... it's so strange... there is nothing... nothing but void... and us two... and yet, I don't care. I am calm... strangely calm... I can feel a power coming out of her... a power that flows so smoothly and flows into me... and I can feel as if there was no difference between our powers...

It's so strange... It feels as if she was right... as if this was meant to be.

"I can read your thoughts..." the voice echoed from within my head. It's strange how beautiful her voice turned out, so suddenly... how very strange... "Read my own..."

I closed my eyes and felt the flow... the flow of thoughts and feelings... I touched her soul, slowly... and strangely, there was a connection... a strange feeling... a pleasing feeling... and then, I breathed deeply and dived into her mind...

!!!

"I want you, body and soul... I have been waiting for such a long time... such an awfully long time... I will do anything for you... anything..." she desire nothing else but me... nothing but to hold me in her arms... to feel my touch... to close her eyes and let me do whatever I want to her... to be mine and for I to be hers...

Who... is she?

... Celebi.

I have read it in her mind. This name is what she is.

... she is not Mew... not my mate...

I... I feel... I shouldn't... I... I opened my eyes. This is so awkward... I was not designed for such things...

"Don't worry, Mewtwo. Don't worry..." she got closer... closer...

"I am life-mated to Mew." I stated. Celebi's smile remained the same. "Who? No soul with this name is among the living, my dear..."

The... the words struck my heart... and I felt... strangely empty...

"Your heart was shattered, Mewtwo..." she... she got even closer... "... and I know how to revive it."

I... I have the feeling that I heard this somewhere in the past... and this awaken a sense of dread... for a moment, I felt that this scene was all too familiar... and that the first time, it did not end well and that there was no guarantee this one would end any better.

"You need someone who will understand you... someone who will respect as you are..." ... she has a point. Wallowing in my sorrow won't do anything... and I could use some company... although... I have this feeling... that what she is thinking about is different from what I am thinking about... and then, there's this feeling of dread...

She is now touching me... I can feel her skin... Well... the contact feels warm. Her skin is smooth, devoid of that furry feeling that I remember my mate had...

"It's... different, isn't it?" different... from my mate? "No... from a distant memory. This feeling... is that of your mate."

What? My mate? But you are not... "When one loses its mate... a new mate shall emerge. Such is the way of Life. You should not be alone... and we were meant to be together..."

I... I do not understand... why? Why a new mate? I'm not lonely... "Don't lie to yourself. It makes me sad when you hurt yourself..." what do she knows? She can read the words that my mind forms... but not what I feel...

I looked down into her eyes... and I saw that worry had filled her mind... her smile was not sincere anymore...

... I am lonely. Without my memories... without that bright soul that used to shine in the darkness of my life... I am lost.

... what happened to me? I am supposed to be a deity and yet... I lost so much... or rather... I fell.

A fallen god... this is what I am. Trapped by mortals into a damp prison and tortured for years... stripped of my mind and memories... stripped of my loved ones... even my powers, I can barely access to them. For a god... I am pathetic.

Why didn't I go insane? If I suffered so much and lost everything... why didn't my soul shatter?

... actually... when I think about it... I did go insane. I was mad... mindless... nothing but a raging beast.

I am here in soul only because he came... because my son came to rescue me... and then... there was this strange, green figure that had been trapped alongside me...

!!!

This green figure... could it be?

"You are not alone..." Celebi... was it you? She nodded...

"I wish I could have helped you earlier..." ... I... I...

She placed her finger on my lips. "Shhh... quiet... Listen to this silence..."

...

Nothing... but void... nothing but... darkness...

There is nothing... yet I am not afraid. This darkness... I feel as if I could touch it and feel it... as if it was a part of me rather than exterior...

Most fear the Darkness... but... "You are the Darkness..." she is right... I do am the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness after all...

Who is Celebi, then? Who are you? "Does it really matter?" she said, smiling in such an innocent way...

I felt her body touching my own... I felt her slowly hugging me... and I felt... so warm... I am so calm and relaxed... I felt relieved... my heart relieved of such a heavy weight... I closed my eyes, letting the strange feeling erase all of my worries...

It truly doesn't matter who she is. I was so lonely... suffering alone... I had lost my memories, my purpose, and the souls whom I cared for... This feeling... I feel whole once again upon feeling it...

"Mewtwo..." I heard her voice and I opened my eyes...

Her eyes are blue... and a memory came to me... My lover had blue eyes as well... blue like the sky. Those eyes are a different shade of blue... a darker shade...

I... I felt the memory grasp my heart and crush it... I... I...

"Do not torture yourself like that... Please don't..." her voice was begging me... I gazed into her eyes... and I seen all of her worry in them. Did she care about me?

... it is strange... It is only now that I notice that those eyes are beautiful... and I felt the feeling disappearing as calm returned. Slowly, her grip became weaker and weaker until she let go and as she hovered away from me, I looked at her. Her body is beautiful... very beautiful... more beautiful than I had thought at first.

Very beautiful... too beautiful. Only one person was this beautiful to me in the past...

"Why do you keep doing this? Why do you torture your mind like this?" Celebi... I...

"Those memories... are my most precious belonging..." I stated... and yet, she kept on frowning. "You call those precious? All they bring you is pain and suffering. You will never be able to grieve and move on if you keep torturing yourself like this..." slowly, she approached me again and then, I felt her hands... her hands on my back as she hugged me... and I felt... strangely warm... "You must look toward the future... Break free of your chains... and please be happy..."

To be happy... I can remember... that my mate wished for me to be happy... for me to live on and to reach for the future... and yet, those memories...

... did they bring me anything? Anything else than suffering? Everytime they went within my mind... I flinched in sorrow... My mate did not wish for me to be a tortured soul... but can I throw away those memories?

... but then, I cannot drown in my sorrow. My son needs me and... and... I will have to get over her death...

It is painful... but she is gone... gone...

Death of the mate... is a natural event. It is common for a mate to die before it's partner... and the partner must learn to live on...

I must... live on.

"Celebi... can you help me to... live on?" I suspected that she might have read my thoughts... and yet, I felt like asking her the question... and as I stared into her eyes, I noticed her entire face... and this smile... "Close your eyes..."

Her eyes... were filled with excitement. Why was she so happy? I don't know... but I assumed it was because she was happy that I was willing to move on... willing to get ahold of my soul... and although I wondered what she would do once my eyes would be closed, I felt the warmth within me compel me to obey...

This strange warmth... something in Celebi comes to me as strangely attractive... She seems so familiar and beautiful... beautiful in a way which I came to associate with something wrong...

Am I... in love? Is it why the feeling feels so wrong according to my memories? Because that it would be a betrayal of my mate?

... my mate is gone... I have no obligations toward her anymore... and yet... I struggle to remember why I convinced myself not to allow this feeling to grip my heart...

This warmth... I can feel Celebi's skin... I can feel her arms wrapping around me... I can feel the physical contact... I hear her breathing... and then, I can sense it... the happiness... her happiness...

How long since I felt such feelings... since I was in such a situation with a living being?

"Can you feel it? Can you feel the warmth?" she asked me, her voice...

... yes... yes... I can feel the warmth... so, I nodded... and I felt it... her body tensing... excitement and happiness filling her... "It's so nice... isn't it?"

I feel the warmth... but is it nice? Do I feel good?... I... I can't help but open my eyes and smile. Yes... I like this warmth... My worries disappear as the warmth travel through my veins... I feel like nothing is important anymore but her...

... this feeling... I guess that... that is must be love...

To fall in love a second time... to once again have someone dear to me... isn't this the desire of all beings who lost someone dear to them?

To accept and to forget... to live on and to continue to share life with someone...

Maybe... I shouldn't feel guilty... maybe I shouldn't keep grieving about the past... I have a future...

"This warmth that you feel... is it love?" I asked. Celebi seemed shocked... she hesitated, staring into my eyes, unable to speak... and then, her slight expression of surprise changed as she blushed, seemingly drunk of happiness... "Oh you... oh you..." she whispered, more to herself than to me...

"So... it is..." I said, assuming this fact from the way she had reacted to my question...

Huh? What the...

... I... she lifted herself to eye level and our faces almost touched... Her nose is almost touching my own and I feel like losing myself into those two windows to the endless, beautiful sky... and I felt myself blushing as well...

Such hormones and feelings... I feel... as if they were so strong... Were they always there for them to be this strong?... I don't know... maybe... maybe not...

"I love you..." just three words... and yet, my heart was pumping out of my chest... I wondered... how could this happen so quickly... and why did it felt so nice?... but then... I didn't felt this good since... well, ever since I rebecame conscious. I treasured this surge of hormones into my memory...

"It was meant to be..." she closed her eyes and...

!!!

She placed her lips on my own and... She... she kissed me...

The hormones flow so quickly, the memories swirl about, my mind is assaulted...

Do it do it do it... my instincts...

Reject her reject her reject her... my memories...

She placed her lips off my own. She opened her eyes... she is so beautiful and so nice and... What do I do? Such pressure... keep your cool... So many... thoughts... What to do?

Do something do something do something...

...

"Celebi... I..." she is smiling, her eyes glowing with happiness... I don't want to hurt her... but I'm so afraid of being hurt... of throwing away what I believe in... but what do I believe in?

I... I believe that I can move on and be happy...

I hugged her and she hugged back... I feel so nervous... but I cannot hesitate. I closed my eyes and I gave it my all... I felt the slightly wet contact of her smaller lips and let my hormones invade my veins. I relaxed as we slowly opened our mouths and that I felt the tip of her tongue rubbing against my own...

In fact... I like it. It feels strange... yet so right. I thrusted my tongue into the depths of her mouth and let her do the same. I felt almost dizzy as I felt her tongue rub against the walls of my mouth and against my own tongue... and I did the same, exploring every nook and cranny of her own mouth, my tongue dancing some kind of tango with her own...

I... is this how kissing feels? Is it always so... so... so good? The feeling as my tongue touches her own... the taste of her saliva... the rubbing of my tongue in her mouth, and her doing the same to me...

Far from relaxing, I found myself putting more and more of myself into it as the hormones burnt me from within. I want to love her so much... I love her so much... and it had all appeared so quickly... maybe because it was meant to be.

Then, as my lungs begun to scream for air, I was forced to pull out... what a disappointment. Celebi let go of me and hovered a bit backward, blushing... "Mewtwo... oh you..."

This place... where are we?... frankly, who cares? She lowered herself and placed her hands on my chest and slowly pushed me backward. I did not resist and let her push me... I felt as if I was falling in slow motion... and instead of water, I felt as if I had landed on something soft... neither grass or human-made bed...

I'm... I'm burning! The hormones have completely drugged me. The flame ignited and turned into an inferno! Celebi... fill me with new memories! Off with the sorrow and the painful past! I want to live... I want to feel the warm touch of this new future...

I seen her sit on my chest and leaning foward, her face just above mine. Her face was relaxed and calm... but I could see it in her eyes that she was burning... and I could feel as if she was relieved... as if she had waited for this moment for an eternity...

"Will you do anything for me?" will I do anything for you? DARK VORTEX YES I WILL! I nodded quickly. "Really? Anything?" she asked again, her smile turning naughty.

"Anything!" I answered, hoping she would stop torturing me and just fill my empty heart with this passion once anew.

She moved backward... and I felt her skin on my own... and then, my eyes widened as I felt her, sitting on a sensitive spot... "Anything?" she asked, winking.

I'm so dizzy... I want her so much... will I go this far, this early? Can a male go this far this quickly, following what his hormones and feelings dictate?

... why am I even asking myself this? "Anything." I replied, using my psychic powers to make us spin, switching positions. I stood there, on my knees, Celebi under me... I could hear her breathing... breathing so loudly in what my mind could only assume to be anticipation...

As I felt the hole opening on my lower body, I did not fought back. I was so completely possessed by my hormones that even if I had not wanted this, I wouldn't have fought back...

I felt it... an organ between my legs... I try to think of something to say, anything... but the only thought that comes up to me is... emptiness. I think nothing. I only feel... feel so much... my pupils have shrinked as my eyes widened to maximum size to a point where the smallest light would have blinded me... but there was nothing but emptiness and darkness here... not that I care.

An instinctive thought... a test of some sort... I thrusted once, very slowly, as if my whole body was unsure of something and wanted to try out something, on its own, without my soul and thoughts having any intervention...

I heard Celebi giggle... yet her voice was filled with something else than just amusement... and in my mind, I knew that she was very tense... just as much as I was.

I felt something... something weird... I had felt her skin with my hands... but when my organ collided with something, it felt... different... and although it was not particuliary pleasant, I got the urge to repeat the operation...

I looked down, under me, to see Celebi, eyes closed, breathing so heavily. She was smaller than me... and for some reason, this made me thought of a danger of some sorts... or maybe a threat... or maybe just a warning about something. I forgot about it. I forgot everything. I have no past and I don't care. I'm here, she's here, that's all that there is in my mind...

Yet another thrust... then yet another one... each time, colliding with her skin. She begun to breathe more heavily from this... and although the pleasure did not rise, my body was acting on its own... and it was not from her mind-control or anything. No... my body had went out of control on its own.

Then... there was this tiny opening... an opening which widened slightly at every impact. My heart... is beating so fast... I couldn't help but speed up and I thrusted harder, as if the opening was going to widen. What was the point of it all? What was the point of widening that hole?... who cares? Not me, that's for sure!

Then, the opening got too big to thrust like this and...

"MEW?!?" I yelped, thrusting in more than I should have been able to... and... then... I... I... purrrr... purrr... oh...

My tail rose straight up and I arced my body, letting the slight pleasure start to flood into my veins. A familiar, familar pleasure... and I couldn't help but smile...

I felt like pulling out to thrust again... but I felt Celebi's mind intruding into my own... "No... deeper... not out." was this... lust in her voice?

Am I having sex? I'm so confused... Oh and who cares! Since I'm here...

Ooooh... oooh... HMPH! Tight... wet... pleasant... maybe too tight. Actually... way too tight. Can't fit further. Instincts telling me it goes deeper.

I looked down again... and I seen Celebi, winking and then, she moved her body... and... and... Actually, this is not pleasant. Tight is good... but not THAT tight...

RrrrrrRrRRRR... ugh... HMPH! That... is beginning to hurt... Oooow...

"Sensitive there? Me... me too..." I heard her voice. I no longer cares. It hurts...

But then, I felt her intruding my mind again... and I sensed her feelings... and anyway, I was dying to go deeper, despite the pain. Don't know why. My body was pretty much acting on its own anwyay.

!!! ACK! That's... I gripped the ground or the emptiness, whatever it was, gritting my teeth, feeling the tear come out of my eye and run across my cheek. The... the pressure is terrible... and yet, I know I'm not completely in... and the hormones just don't stop coming... I'm going to turn insane...

... oh and screw this.

... !!! "MEEEEEEEEEW!!!"

...

I... this... this did... THIS DID NOT FEEL GOOD! I'm not sure if the organ is still there... it must have imploded due to the pressure... but then, I felt something... and more tears streaming down my cheeks, my tail rose straight up again and I heard myself purring...

Actually... my mind tries to compare this moment to the past... but I can't remember anything. All I know is that it's... it's incredible. I don't know what happened for the flow of pain to be reversed... but I'm now feeling the opposite. Maybe was it our powers? I don't know... but I feel my organ being way too far... so far that only half of it is within the tight thing while the other half has passed through, going inside of an organ I forgot the name of.

My instincts demand me to move my hips... they demand that I begin to copulate in the proper way now that I'm in... Well, since I made it so far...

Up, down, up, down... up... down... up... meeeew... MeeeEEEEeeeew... purrr... oooh... "MEEEoooooow..." it sounded somewhat in-between me moaning and me meowing... or maybe I was doing both at once? I... I just... don't care...

"Oh Mewtwo... Mewtwo..." she is blushing. I know it... and her voice... it's filled with such pleasure... and she's moving as well, now. I can feel her tiny frame moving itself, her legs spreaded out, her feet touching my sides... she is breathing heavily, just as much as myself...

I closed my eyes, letting the overwhelming wave of pleasure erase whatever trace of a soul I had left...

... aaaah... aaah... purrrr... rrrr...

"Mewtwo... Mewtwo!" I opened my eyes, surprised. She is... so tense... I looked down and caught a glimpse of her eyes... and seen her so tense... so very tense...

"I'm going to... going to..." ooooh Celebi... I... I just don't know. I just... don't know.

My body knows. It is acting as if it had a mind of its own. I placed myself into a steady position, the perfect angle, supporting myself with my hands...

Then, Celebi thrown her head back, closing her eyes, moaning in awe as the pleasure reached its peak, her body rocked by an intense feeling, so intense I could feel it... and I also felt the wet organ becoming even more wet... as if more liquid had been shot into it, from within.

"OOOOOOOOOooooh..." she finished her long moan and slowly leaned down, relaxing, my organ still in her. She was still feeling the pleasure despite the peak being finished. She slowly opened her eyes, winked at me... and leaned upward, supporting herself with her hands, touching my chest. "It's your turn now..."

I felt it coming... I felt it...

I smiled and...

FLASH!

"MEEEEEEEEEEW!!!"... THIS VOICE?!?

FLASH!

What... what was that?!?

The pleasure... it's increasing... but it's... changing...

FLASH!

"Oooooh... yes... Mewtwo..." the feminine voice again... the same voice...

I'm in the exact same position... but around me, the world exist. I can see it... my legs are touching a soft bed... and the texture of the female's skin is... different... it feels more like mine... a bit of fur and yet, it's skin...

... and then, there is that blueish light... the moon...

FLASH!

Ooooh yes! I like it... and yet... and yet...

NO! I must pull out! This is just too weird! I must... I MUST!!!

I... "MEEEEEEAAAARG!!!" I screamed. "OOOOOOOOOOW!!!" she screamed.

I think... I think my organ caved in. The full pressure hammered it when I tried to pull out... I turned down and seen confusion in her eyes... "I'm... I'm stuck..." I realized...

FLASH!

"MeeeeeEEEEEEEW!!!" ooooow...

"WhaaaaAAAAAAAAAEEEW?!?" she screamed....

The female... I can see confusion in her eyes... "I'm... I'm stuck..." I said.

But I realized... that the female I was looking at was Celebi, not the furry one, this time... and I was in a forest.

FLASH!

This scene... is so familiar...

I feel... dirty... The pleasure is so intense and yet, I stared to cry... not from the pain but from this horrible feeling...

I feel... so worthless... so pathetic... so weak... I just couldn't help but cover my eyes and sob... and sob... I... I feel so miserable... I feel like a monster...

... I hate myself for liking this... I hate myself for all of this...

This pleasure is not mine... I do not want to give in... I shall not... no... nooo...

MmmmmMMMMMMmmmm!!!

...

I had heard moan slightly... and I had felt myself emptying...

... I feel... I have this feeling of defeat... a feeling of crushing defeat... I feel as if something inside me had just died...

FLASH!

"That was so good..." said Celebi as I had just finished unloading in that forest scene. I was in the same position, the exact same one...

... and as I turned to the right, feeling a presence, I seen her...

Pink fur... blue eyes... the one I loved but who had rejected me... Mew...

She said not a word yet I knew I had broken my promise... What was the promise? I didn't know... but I had broken it.

I saw Mew cry... but why did she cry? She hated me. She loved that other male, whatever his name is, now... and yet, she cries, seeing me break a promise that no longer applied since she didn't loved me anymore...

... and yet, her pain is sincere as she stares at me... and although I am supposedly with Celebi, an unspeakable pain overcame me as I seen Mew's face distort in such a horrific way...

... and I felt like I was less than nothing... a monster... a worthless insect...

I betrayed the one I loved...

FLASH!

My organ begun to shrink... but I was still stuck. It didn't matter to me. I gritted my teeth and pulled...

I felt pain... somewhat. I was beyond physical pain at this point... and there was a loud sound when I pulled out... maybe it was from our organs... maybe it was Celebi's scream of pain. I had not shrunk enough to pull out... and yet, I had not cared a single second.

My body trembled... I felt as if I had barely any control over it... but I knew this was not true. It is my body... my soul and body form only one.

"What was that for?!?" Celebi was angry... whatever. I seen her slide off from under me and stand up, staring at me... and when her eyes met my own, her anger disappeared. "What's wrong, Mewtwo? You look so... pale."

I said nothing... I couldn't say anything. I knew I had done something horrible...

... and I remembered something...

FLASH!

"Bound through eternity... bound beyond time and space... Promise me... that you will never betray my feelings..." she was crying... crying as she was still unsure. She felt like standing in front of a cliff, about to jump to her doom...

"I will never, ever betray your feelings... It is... my heart-felt wish." I said in the memory, hugging her. She did not hug me back...

But then, as her tears flowed out of her eyes, so did mine... and I gripped harder... pouring all of my heart into it... I wanted it so much to mean something... she had done so much for me... and I, so much for her...

I wanted to believe in this love... I did not care if it was an illusion and that it was not meant to be... for I loved her and she loved me back... and as long as we will believe, this love will be.

"Dive... into my soul... take possession of it... I am yours... soul and body... now and forever..." I whispered to her...

... and she claimed my soul just like I claimed her own. I felt my mind being pulled out of my body just like I gripped hers... Everything was unreal around us... impossible to describe...

... and as our souls became one with our bodies once more, our memories and feelings shared, she hugged me back, gripping me with all of her strength...

"I will never, ever betray your feelings. It is my heart-felt wish... Bound forever... beyond time and space... into eternity..." she said, relaxing as she dived into the unknown, trusting me with all of her heart just like I trusted her.

"Our union shall be sealed through this promise... the promise never for us to procreate with anyone except ourselves... For our hearts to lead us together and for our relationship to outlive our passion... for it to die and be reborn from its ashes, like a phoenix, in an endless cycle..." she said, eyes glowing anew with a rising happiness...

I nodded... "To be faithful to you... is the seal that proves our union. I promise to you, now and forever... through life... and through death..."

Mew and I stood there, united now and for all eternity. We had made our choice...

They said it was only a fleeting dream... a vision that was not meant to be... a phantasm doomed by Fate...

... but at this moment, we decided to choose our own Fate and future... and we chose to believe in this illusionary love with all of our hearts.

It didn't matter if it was fake... for to us, it would forever be true love... beyond eternity... through life... and death.

FLASH!

Through life... and death.

"What is wrong, Mewtwo?" asked Celebi, staring into my eyes.

My problem? I have let myself into your arms. I am a monster... I am...

FLASH!

"Don't be fooled!" what the Dark Vortex?

This sounded like Mew's voice and looked like her and yet... I felt as if I had also heard Cherlie's voice and seen her rodent frame...

... and where am I?

Not this scene again! The boat... the boat which I destroyed using my powers. Eliza... forgive me...

... but then, the Mew or Cherlie vision, whatever it was, pointed down, under me.

... this is definitely strange.

I noticed that I am here, in front of myself... and while I stare at the horizon, I do not notice the boat being in flames... but this is not what is strange.

What is strange is that no smoke is emitted by the fire.

FLASH!

"What is the problem?" asked Celebi again, worried.

An illusion... you shown me an illusion...

FLASH!

The morning scene again, with me waking up...

I can see myself, about to unleash my power... but then... what's this? I look into my own eyes and... why are they red instead of purple? Why am I so tense?

... and then, I remembered something...

I NEVER panic... and yet, I seen the scene replay... I seen myself panic after merely a few pitiful events.

... and I also seen a green shadow, which I recognized, directing a flow of aggressive thoughts into me...

FLASH!

"What is the problem? Why don't you answer?" asked Celebi.

You manipulated me... You... you...

FLASH!

The morning scene's finale, as I am about to nuke the place... but then, I seen myself... HUH?!?

I was teleported away? Wasn't I supposed to, you know, unleash my power?

FLASH!

Now I understand.

Celebi... you cheating, no good bastard. Manipulating me so easily so that you could get me between your legs.

You monster! You didn't want to heal my heart... you wanted to abuse me!... and abuse me you did! You stole my dignity and used me as a sexual toy!

"What is wrong? What is the problem?" she asked one final time. Oh Celebi... I am SO angry!

So... you want to know what is the problem? YOU WANT TO KNOW? I will tell you what is the problem, your heartless wench! "YOU!!!" I boomed, standing up, tall above her, my soul literally burning with RAGE!!!

Shock. She was shocked. She seemed to recoil, a mix of surprise, confusion, and horror visible on her face. I explained... "You made me broke my promise... You... YOU ABUSED ME!!!"

"Bu... but Mewtwo..." oh no! The tears trick won't work! "DON'T EVEN TRY IT! Your stupid trick won't work!"

Celebi fell to her knees. How laughable. You expect me to cry? Boo hoo. Too bad for you. "Bu... but Mewtwo! I... you... I... I love you!" she blabbered.

"So... you love me?" I asked, my anger mixing to amusement as I crossed my arms, vicious and malicious intentions popping into my mind. "Oh... fine then!"

Her eyes widened and she made a step backward, feeling the Dark Power arise within me. "Me... Mewtwo? What are you doing? You're scaring me..." her voice... she sounded like she was begging me.

Your pain is my pleasure, whore! I stepped foward, eyes glowing with sadistic anticipation. "I will never forgive you for manipulating me into breaking my promise... never. I will never, ever forgive you." I said, staring into her eyes.

Her gaze turned cold and harsh... although I knew her resolve was weak. I was intimidating her and I could see it. "B... but... NO! This union was not meant to be! You are destined to be with me! Can't you see it?!? Didn't you felt it? It felt so right when we were together! Stop denying that you love me!"

I gripped her by the neck. "Love you? The only thing you ever did and will ever do is betraying my feelings. Past, present, future... never faithful, never loyal. If I loved you, you wouldn't need to manipulate me."

Murderous intents... I felt like killing her... the Dark Power screamed for blood... but I will not soil myself with a whore's blood. I have enough dignity left not to cover my hands with her dirty, dirty blood. "You're not worthy of dying. I won't make myself a murderer for you. Get lost."

I dropped her and turned my back to this emptiness. May I awaken. May I return to reality. Scream at me as you will. I won't turn back. I have no regrets. May you suffer eternal damnation for what you did, Celebi. I shall await you in Dark Vortex and make sure to burn down your soul verrrrry slowly.

...

"Come on you big lazy Pokemon!"

"Well, he's a cat, what do you expect?"

"Maybe... but I expect a Legendary Pokemon to be... you know... above your average Meowth when it comes to this!"

"Bah, little do you know... He's even worse when he's awake."

"BREAKFAST'S READY!"

"Oh no! What do we do now!"

"I'll take care of this..."

ZAAAAAP!!!

MEEEEEEEEAAAAARG!!!

COUGH! COUGH!

I... I feel... well-done... but frankly, I have never been so happy to see Cherlie and Siryx! This is probably the happiest moment of my life! Only one thought had haunted my mind and it had been to get away from Celebi.

I shrugged, remembering Celebi. Oh do I loathe you! Thankfully, this is over.

Anyway... I looked down to see two very similar creatures, two mice with long ears. The one to the left had blue ears while the other one had black ears. The left one was a female Minun, Cherlie, while the one on the right was a male Pichu, Siryx.

The one to the left was smiling sweetly, her eyes telling me how calm she was. For some reason... I found those eyes strangely pleasant... I seen stars in them... stars which I recognized...

I smiled, her eyes soothing my weary soul and I turned to face Siryx, whose ears had rose straight up, his little frame jumping up and down like a crazy Spoink. "HEY! HEY! What was that for?!? What was that for?!?" he squeaked so fast I could barely understand him... and so loudly I felt like placing my hands on my ears to protect them.

Cherlie's ears rose up and her expression of serenity disappeared, replaced by a cringing expression, her eyes widening and speaking of pain. She turned to the small baby Pokemon, obviously annoyed. "Not SO LOUD!!! My ears are sensitive!"

The little kid stopped jumping and yelling. He stood there, the words slowly drilling into his brain... and well, I know how babies are... I had one... and although I don't remember about how it went... I have the feeling that like any child, it will start to cry loudly when yelled at.

... and Siryx did so. "YOU MEANIE!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, tears streaming his cheeks, crying so loudly I thought I would become deaf... but although Cherlie was utterly terrified by the sheer strength of that Pokemon's voice and ran for cover, old, forgotten instincts rose within me... and I felt... strangely calm.

I kneeled down and simply placed my arms around the child, hugging him... and then, I remained there, closing my eyes, slowly whispering to him to calm down...

I did not hate him for this. It didn't matter if he had the blood of the Lightheart line inside of his veins for he remained a child... and a child needs to be loved, cared for, protected...

Siryx was not my child, it's obvious... but... as I hugged him, I could picture myself, hugging the cutest pink and purple kitty in the world, loving him with all of my heart, protecting him, caring for him... It reminded me that I was a father and that Mewlt would always remain my child... and that although he is now adult, that I will forever love him, care for him, and protect him... and he needs me now, he needs to be saved from this Hatred that devours him... he needs to understand what I realized so long ago and that while my brain couldn't express it in words, it was printed forever into my soul...

Siryx stopped crying... and I opened my eyes to see Cherlie staring at me, not understanding how and why this had happened. Eliza was in the room now, as well, pushing on a small food kart with food plates on them. Both looked silently at me...

"You are such a sweet cat!" said Eliza, smiling, staring at me, happy that I had calmed her Pokemon.

As for Siryx, his eyes widened and his ears rose straight up. He pushed me with all the strength he had and stepped backward, away from me, obviously embarrassed that his sworn enemy, me, had treated him in such a way. After all, his line and me were supposed to be caught in an eternal battle of epic proportions! I am not supposed to take one of my enemies in my arms and calm him down!... but well, strange alliances can be formed, through time...

There was silence... and then, everyone laughed. Maybe it was because of the feelings I just felt... but a smile came to me. I stood up and felt good... better than ever.

It had all been just a nightmare... and now, it was good to be awake. That was the only explanation I could find. Looking down, the traces of whatever Cherlie should have caused were well, not there. I had never been thrown into such a state through my tail being touched. I had not betrayed Mew's feelings. It had all been a nightmare...

The mind makes up nightmares, sometimes, I know of it... and one must face his fears and overcome them. I relaxed and smiled anew... You sure appreciate life after going through such visions...

grrrrumble...

A stomach... I looked down and seen Siryx. This sound had came from his stomach... a very obvious sign of his hunger.

grrrrrumble...

That one came from within. My body must be running out of energy, having not been fed for several hours. Looks like I require feeding...

"Eliza. I remember hearing you yelling about a breakfast of some sort, isn't it? I believe that we could use some nourishments." I stated. Eliza smiled sweetly and turned toward the door. "Don't worry! I went and took some food for all of us! I'll be back!"

Eliza returned to her food kart to take our breakfast... and as she left, I seen Cherlie stare at me in such a strange way. She was silent... completely silent. "Is something wrong?" I asked, wondering what was the reason of this look and this silence...

The Minun didn't answer for a while... and finally, after was seemed to be an eternity to me, she answered. "Nothing really. It's just that... No, forget it." she turned away from me. Well, that was strange...

That sad, distant look... As I stared at Cherlie, it made me think about my mate. I remembered something about her. She always smiled... yet, sometimes, she had this sad, distant look... just like Cherlie, now. That look always filled me with emotion...

"Breakfast!" Eliza returned. She was holding a plate that contained four bowls... I assumed that there was one for each of us... and I also assumed that the one that looked like a cup belonged to Eliza while the others were ours...

She slowly placed the plate on a nearly table and then placed each of the bowls except the one that looked like a cup in front of us. I looked down...

In each bowl there was a strange brown mixture that looked like cubes of meat in a sauce and yet, seemed too disgusting to be that. It wasn't smelling very good at all... All in all, the mixture did not fill me with the urge to eat, let alone touch it... In truth... I would rather have some REAL food than this. For some reason, as I looked at this, I begun to long for the banquet back at the ship's dining room...

I turned to Cherlie and Siryx. Both were on their four, faces in the bowls, eating loudly and in a rather messy way, at a high speed. For a second, I felt ashamed that I knew them... but shrugged off the feeling.

"What's wrong Mewtwo? You didn't even touch your food..." Eliza clearly did not understand why I was not touching that... stuff. I quietly and slowly shook my head, instinctively, before I begun to explain...

"I am rather human-like in the sense of how I actually satisfy my needs for food. As such... I would appreciate to have something better than this... brown hard to describe mixture. Also... I do know how to use such things as a "fork" and a "knife"... so I would appreciate to have those, as well." Eliza stood there, listening... and then, she smiled sadly...

"I know... They told me about you when you came to the dining room... but they also forbid me from allowing you into the room again. I'm sorry but... this will have to do." frankly... I had expected this... but still, I had hoped otherwise...

I sat down on the floor and slowly made the bowl hover in front of me. I felt like this was a bad idea for the smell was even worse from close... and the brown slime of sort really didn't looked appetizing at all. I closed my eyes, placed my left hand on my nose to hinder my sense of smell and gathered the courage needed to put a small part of that semi-liquid thingy in my body. It might have seemed strange to others to see me place my hand on my nose like this... but the sense of smell is very closely linked to the sense of taste, actually. As I expected this food to taste horrible, I wanted to at least reduce the horridness a little...

Hmmm... GUH?!?

How... vile... Such... a... horrifying... taste...

Gah... urgh... must... force myself... need... nourishment...

GLOUP!

Cough!... err...

Well, that was absolutely, positively awful. The taste was completely and truly mind-numbingly bad. Enough to disgust one from food for life... and the worst was that I still have a full bowl of that stupid thing in front of me. I felt a shiver run down my spine at the idea of eating more of this horror...

Eliza turned to me... "Something's wrong?" she asked. I must have frowned from the sheer disgust this so-called food or rather, poison, inspire me... and she must have noticed my expression hence the question. Well... I guess that I shouldn't worry her... but on another hand, it is not in my interest to lie... "I prefer human food, truth to be told." I answered.

Eliza seemed puzzled. "Really? I thought that psychic Pokemon liked this brand of food..."

Typical... Since most Pokemon never really care about what type of junk they may be eating, humans just cram minerals, vitamins, and other nutrients into a mixture that somewhat looks like what each specie might like and then, feed it day after day, breakfast and dinner alike, to the Pokemon until their stomachs burst from the repetitiveness... and well, to be frank, even if the stuff actually did taste good... the fact that Pokemon get to eat only one type of food for all of their lives would still make it feel awful after a while.

"It's not about the brand... It's just that... I prefer human food." I repeated, remaining calm. She is a child. It is normal that she could be fooled by many of the myths about Pokemon...

In my mind, I could see it... and it made me frown even more... I could see the chief, with a definite Hoenn accent, walking right and left, carrying large plates filled with more and more exotic delicacies... "And yet un more plateau of Tentacool Saute!" he announced proudly, botching many of the english words...

Then I saw Mew, tail raised straight toward the sky, meowing happily as she stared at me, the dishes she prepared hovering around her... dishes prepared with the most complete love, flooded with all sorts of milk and cheese... and a few slices of mouse Pokemon meat here and there, of course.

I even saw myself, as I finished preparing a few dishes of my own. May it be for myself or for others, I complimented myself on my skills. Sure, I'm not the most skilled around... but it sure is good to make something yourself and taste it!

In fact, I even begin to crave for those stupid, low-quality pre-prepared dishes you can buy at the supermarket and that you put in the microwaves oven for five minutes before eating.

... I'm going crazy. I'm just going crazy. Just one day of being a pet and I'm already sooo sick of it...

How can other Pokemon stand this?!? I mean... this is ridiculous! Don't they have any dignity?... but then, they act like stupid animals. No wonder the humans boss them around when they don't give the humans any reason not to!... let alone giving them a reason to treat them in any other way!

I just shook my head, a bit dizzy. I'm... I'm not that hungry actually. It wasn't as if I had been starving for days... skipping one meal won't hurt. "I'm not hungry actually." I stated, trying to sound convincing.

Eliza sighed and then crossed her arms. "You're a weeeeeeird Pokemon, Mewtwo!" you are most probably right... and frankly, considering how the majority of the Pokemon act, this is a good thing.

I remained there, waiting for Cherlie and Siryx to finish and after what felt like forever, they did. Excellent!

"Now... what shall we do during this second day?" I asked. Cherlie's face was clean. She ate like a Pokemon, face in the bowl, with her face, not using her paws... but she still somehow did it without covering her face with food... which was not the case with Siryx, whose face was now the same color as his food once was.

"Well... maybe we could go to the swimming pool all together!" suggested Eliza before going to the bathroom and then, a few seconds later, returning with a wet towel with which to clean Siryx. I saw the child frown, his ears raising straight up, his eyes widening, as if he was terrified...

"What's wrong?" asked Cherlie, noticing his expression. "She's going to gimme a bath! I HATE BATHS!" he replied.

I never understood what was the problem with Pokemon and baths. Yes, as a cat, I do not quite enjoy being wet... but on another hand, I also enjoy being clean... which is rather paradoxal. Just like a human female does, I spend most of my morning cleaning myself and doing various grooming activities, keeping my body into top shape. Although my fur was just there in theory, I could spend a full hour making sure it was clean and perfectly groomed...

... but unfortunately, this often raised questions which I disliked.

"Why is his room so tidy?", "He groom himself? Only females do that!", "Look at those curves! You're sure it's a male?", "Man! How much more effeminate can he get?".

I don't get it. What's wrong with not liking everything being messy and with making sure my body is beautiful? I remember ruling over people... and like it or not, one must be presentable. One will not follow a leader that looks like a slimy Grimmer... and what's with them criticizing the way I look at myself in the mirror? My mate used to do that and nobody made a fuss about it!

... but then, I noticed that many males with a mental defect that cause them to be attracted to the wrong gender acted exactely like I did... and I learnt that although what I did was normal for a female, for a male, it was considered an unhealthy obsession.

I shrugged. I like to be tidy. It's my right. I like my room to be tidy. It's my right. I'm also heterosexual, if people wonder... Well, DUH! I wouldn't have had a female as a mate and reproduced with her if I was not!

... but if I learnt something through my life...

... it is that just as beautiful and intelligent as life can be...

... just as much life can be so completely stupid.

"Only two things are infinite. The universe and humanity's stupidity... and even then, I'm not sure about the universe." I don't remember who said that... but that person was totally right... although what he didn't know was that it applied to many, many more species than just humanity.

In fact... many people say that humans are evil... they're not. They're just stupid and ignorant. Stupidity can never be removed... but well, as long as people will continue to strive to find the truth, who cares? My mate taught me something reaaally important about being immortal...

"If you seek results, you'll be disappointed. The task itself is the reward. The more you strive to achieve, the closer to the goal you get, the more exciting it will be! See? It worked for me... so why not for you?" for such a childish-looking and acting Pokemon, her words sure were wise... and she was right. While many other immortals grew to be bitter and negative about life seeing as they could never truly reach perfection, Mew accepted her flaws and continued endlessly a quest that seemed to be in vain... and yet, although her efforts were seemingly pointless, she achieved more than any of the so-called "realistic" immortals who stood back and did nothing because perfection could not be achieved.

ZAAAAAAAP!!!

"MEAEAEEAEAEEAAEAEAEEAEAEARRRRRG!!!" sh... shocking!

COUGH! COUGH!

Ugh... I hate it when it happens... I REALLY hate it! I turned to Cherlie, my eyes glowing, feeling my fur stand straight up although I knew it couldn't, I even heard myself hissing so slightly...

"What was that for?!?" I asked. Cherlie's left ear dropped while the right one remained high, a sign of SERIOUS annoyance. "WHAT?!? I FUCKING screamed at you! All you did was remain there with that blank stare, doing nothing!"

Err... I must have wandered into my thoughts. Well, that's me in a nutshell... Always so philosophical, diving into the heart of matters, thinking of the very essence of things, trying to figure out the...

ZAAAAAAAP!!!

"MEEEEEEEEEAAAAAEAAEEEEEEEEW!!!" STOTOTOTOP SHOSHOSHOCKING MERRREEEE! I... I... CAN'T... STOP... TWITCHING!!!

UGH!

BAM!

Can't... can't stop... twitching... "Whawhawhat was that for?" get ahold of yourself... calm down... relax...

I slowly stopped twitching although I could still feel the unwanted power in my veins... and slowly, I got back on my feet. Eliza and Siryx stared, eyes widened... "Whoa. Cherlie's angry." commented the male Pichu. The female human said nothing.

"Stop it with the stupid blank look already! You have stood there like a statue long enough! Sheesh!" I rolled my eyes and sighed... "Why should you care? Just go and have your fun. I'll catch up..."

Cherlie came closer and... Huh? What was that about? Why did she shove me like that? Why would she...

"NO MORE BLANK LOOK I SAID!" she screamed. OK... you know what? The kitty is gentle and patient... but someone shouldn't push her luck too far. To say that I was angry was a big overstatement. It takes far more than this to offend me... but still, I want some respect! Now... let us give her a friendly warning... "Cherlie... I STRONGLY advise against yelling at me. My patience has its limits... and you REALLY don't want to break them."

Cherlie shoved me again. Alright then... looks like I'm about to get genuinely angry and make you go through a nice Psychic Attack Wall Slam-a-thon. I pointed at her and... "ENOUGH!!!" I froze in my tracks, turning to Eliza. Cherlie's ears rose straight up and her eyes were filled with innocent confusion... "All you have been doing is screaming at each others! I don't know what you have been screaming since it only sounds like Pokemon cries to me but... I am sick of it. Can't we just get along for a little while?" a mix of rage and sadness filled her heart... and well, actually, maybe she is right. Why should I feel offended at a little mouse screaming at me? Why should I care?

I turned to Cherlie and closed my eyes, sighing loudly. Guess I'll have to step on my ego... "Cherlie... I apologize for my behavior. Please forgive me..." Cherlie stood there, blinking... and then, she smiled sweetly. "Bah... it was nothing. I'm just stressed lately. Don't pay attention..."

Well, I'm happy that we're done with that. I nodded and Cherlie nodded back. Eliza is smiling, Siryx look bored. "Now... what do we do?" I asked.

Eliza smiled radiantly and seemed about to bounce up and down. Aaah... children. "Well... since it's raining outside... what do we say that we wander around? I'm sure we'll run into something interesting!"

Well, doesn't sound too bad. Since we were all kind of bored, we agreed almost instantly and after waking up Siryx, who had fallen asleep out of pure boredom, we left the room.

Sure, the neighbors were not happy that we had screamed... but after a few sad, sweet smiles from our trainer, they overlooked the mishap... although they told her she needed to control her Pokemon better. Well... whatever. As long as we get rid of them...

So, we walked about... and well, although Siryx took great interest in the dullness of the grey paint on the walls, I and the others found nothing of interest... well, not true.

Many humans, trainers I assume, were gathering near the entrance of a large room... a gymnasium, more exactely. Since we had nothing better to do, we stepped inside... and as such, as we crossed the door, I was blinded by the familiar blinding light of an arena's lamps...

I could sense it... and it filled my heart with familiar feelings... and with excitement. At heart, I had been created for battle... and as I stood there, looking at the trainers endlessly challenging each others to battle, match after match, I felt my instincts rise and I felt the urge... the urge to get my hands dirty, to overcome any foe coming my way. I desired nothing more but to throw myself body and soul into the melee and give every single of those trained losers a reason to respect and fear me.

"Mewtwo? Siryx?" Eliza, asked, noticing my expression... and then, I noticed Siryx.

Siryx Elect Lightheart... the blood of Pikachu Raystar Lightheart flowed in his veins... and so did his fury. A Pichu he may be and yet, despite being just a child, he could hear the call of the battlefield... and his mind was easy to read, even without psychic abilities. It was too obvious that he desired nothing but to honor the blood within him... to prove that he was worthy of his name and powers, that he wanted to unleash his full potential... and as he turned to me, I knew exactely which opponent he wanted to fight.

Destiny bound him to me. We are sworn enemies... the Lightheart line forever locked in battle with the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness, me... and I smiled at the memories flooding into my mind. The Lightheart line... their power rivaled that of the Legendary Pokemon. Against other foes, I had to hold back... but those Pokemon were my equal. When I fought a Lightheart, I unleashed my full power... I put all of my heart into the fight... just like they do. The eternal struggle of the Chosen Pokemon line and the Dark Lord...

"Scared, little mouse?" I asked in a deep, impressive tone... I could hear my own words echoing... and I knew, deep inside, that I am the true Dark Lord and that it was my duty to defend my honor. It thrilled me... I just had to fight him. He was young, inexperienced... and yet, destiny calls to me... just like it calls to him.

"You wish!" he replied, his eyes locked into mine, a staring contest of sorts going on between us two. His mind was strong and decided... so was mine.

... but then, something broke my concentration. A human voice. I turned away from Siryx and I looked at the battlefield again... and I felt the crushing, dull feeling of disappointment.

The excitement was gone. All I seen were stupid trainers yelling orders in a seemingly random way, their dumb Pokemon following the orders blindly and executing half-hearted attacks, not putting any effort into it. Those were not battles... just mock-ups of battles... or Pokemon Battles as the human Pokemon League call them.

Pokemon Battles... let me laugh. Those have nothing to do with true, actual battles. There was no risk, no honor, no thrills. The worst thing that could happen was a poisoning or fainting. No risks of losing limbs or even your life... barely any sweat, no blood. There was barely a slight splash of red here and there, once in a while... sign that they were not really getting hurt. What a sorry gang of pansies... I knew for sure, just watching them, that none of them would last in a REAL battle.

I turned to Siryx, he was smiling... and I smiled as well. What a bunch of sorry fools... I turned to Eliza... "We have seen enough."

The female human seemed confused. "What? You looked like you were ready to take on an entire army just now!" I nodded in agreement. "Maybe... but I don't think those are the opponents we should seek to fight... and well, I don't think we should make too much of a mess around here..."

"HMPH!" before I could say anything, the annoying voice of a familiar figure was heard. I turned to see that stupid trainer, which I met back at the banquet I believe, toying with a Pokeball. I think I can remember a guy like him, way back in the past... Gary, I believe. He was annoying and confident too. I crushed his so-called "invincible" team in three seconds flat. That was fun. I hope I can make that fool realize his weakness, too. Humans look funny with their eyes widened and jaws dropped when I stomp their Pokemon into the ground before they can even issue a single order with so little effort I did not even have to move a single muscle.

"So... you're that stupid cat's trainer!" he said, grinning as he stared down at Eliza. She seemed upset. "MEWTWO IS NOT A STUPID CAT!" her reply caused me to smile. It was rare for people to defend me...

"Heh. Yeah right. You let your Pokemon wander out of their Pokeballs? The mark of a bad trainer." taunt after taunt... he is trying to force Eliza into a battle. I turned to her, decided to keep her from doing a mistake by challen... "Oh yeah? You can't be much better, you meanie!"

... this is not going to end well... "Hehehehe... You're a fool. You're obviously a newbie, a little kid freshly out of her home. Your little Pokemon don't stand a chance against my team." OK... time to tell Eliza to... "Really? Then I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle!"

... NO! You did not say this Eliza!... oh dear Mew! You fell into such an overused and cliched trap... I'm ashamed of you. That human is smirking... and then, he pointed to an empty spot on the arena. Looks like Eliza is going to face him... but what chance do she stand with only Chirp... and by the way, where had he been? I didn't see him during breakfast...

"Three Pokemon against three!" said the trainer. Eliza is going to refuse. She only have one Pokemon... "Alright!"

... Okay... I turned to Eliza, raising an eyebrow. "Tell me... that you're joking. You only have one Pokemon..." I reminded her.

Eliza just smiled... "With you, Cherlie, and Siryx... that makes four!" GUH?!? Okay... I did not hear this right... "Eliza... I think I heard you assuming that I am your Pokemon. It was just my imagination, isn't it?"

"Well... I have the GS Ball, don't I?" she replied... which means that... !!! OH YOU LITTLE BRAT! I pointed at her, ready to choke the life out of that TRAITOR!!!... huh? Why did Cherlie touch me? I turned to face her... and as I seen her expression, I figured out that harming Eliza would be stupid...

"Hehehe... Speaking to Pokemon? How pathetic. They are Pokemon. They have no minds. You need a mind to be able to understand human language." I would have hoped that Eliza would not listen to such an obvious taunt...

... but on this day, I learnt the cold, harsh truth: Eliza is truly a descendant of Ash Ketchum and as such, has inherited from his incredible ability to be oblivious to even the most obvious of traps.

"THAT'S IT! Chirp! Show them!" yelled Eliza, throwing a Pokeball.

HA! Now I see! Chirp was with her all this time!... but why didn't she release him during the breakfast? How... illogical. When Celebi tried to fool me, illogical facts hinted toward it... maybe it is an illusion once again?

I turned to Cherlie... and as I stared at her... I... I felt... something familiar...

The way she is scolding at Eliza, trying to get her to listen although she knows that she cannot understand her... as I look at her I have the feeling that there is maybe a reason behind Chirp not being there this morning... Maybe Eliza fed him first? Maybe I didn't pay attention?

... why am I noticing those details when Eliza is making the mistake of fighting a common bully?

CLAC!

FWOOOOOSH!

"TORCHIC!" the high-pitched voice of the chick Pokemon filled the air. Humans say that Torchics are cute... but as I look at Chirp, I cannot help but feel like he would be a very cute Pokemon... if he didn't looked this stupid.

It seemed that the bully trainer was about as impressed as I was. He just smirked, looking at Chirp in a mocking way as he finished showing off. "A Torchic? Tell me... since when have you been training your Pokemon?"

"Well... not long ago. A few weeks, I believe..." already, her confidence was deflating.

The bully looked at Eliza for a few seconds... and then, he burst out laughing. He turned to the other trainers. "HEY! Look guys! A stupid newbie is challenging me! What a joke! Look at her!"

Oh great... now everyone is looking at us... But well, at least, the focus is on Eliza, not me. But still... the pressure must be having a bad effect on her... actually, as In stared at her, I noticed her confidence returning. I wonder why... or more exactely, I know why but I am denying it, trying to fool myself into thinking that she will leave me alone...

"Yeah yeah! Send your Pokemon, big bully!" taunted Eliza. Everyone was silent... but I seen some smiles. The crowd is not in admiration before Eliza, that's for sure...

Making a ridiculous pose, the bully took out a Pokeball off his belt and thrown it. Well, time to see how experienced this trainer actually is...

CLAC!

FWOOOOSH!

"Gardevoir..." some kind of flying white dress with a face and green hair appeared... and information flowed into my memory...

This was a Gardevoir, the final evolution of Hoenn's main specie of psychic Pokemon. Physically very weak but has incredible psychic powers... for a mortal Pokemon. For some ill reason, it seems that many male humans like to consider that it is very human-like in appearance and that if every female human was to die, they'd take one as a mate...

I fail to see how they can say that. Gardevoirs are freakin' flying dresses and nothing more! Mating with them is like mating with a piece of cloth! There are many more suitable inter-specie match-ups than this one, by far!... but well, humans are strange Pokemon. I learnt that their logic is difficult to grasp... although not impossible, unlike what most Pokemon might believe.

I turned to Chirp. He just stood there, chirping. I could see it in his eyes, thanks to my powers, that he did not know what kind of Pokemon he was up against... little do he knows.

Eliza, her, was frowning, eyes widened. She was sweating and one did not require psychic powers to guess that she was panicking. I could see tremble... and for a second, I thought she would have done the right thing and surrendered... but for some reason, despite being overpowered to the point where it is hopeless, she calmed down and smiled anew.

I admire her for being able to keep her calm so much... that or she's insane... or I am still denying the fact that she will not be kind enough to leave me out of this stupid "battle".

"Chirp! Use..." Eliza pointed at her Pokemon... and froze there. She lowered her arm, thinking. A beginner's mistake... You must decide what order you give to your Pokemon BEFORE issuing it, else, the Pokemon will turn to you, wait for the order...

SLAAAAM!!!

"CHIIIIIIIIIC!"

... and not see the opponent's attack coming, since it will be focused on you and not the foe.

Chirp was slammed into the ceiling, hard, by a psychic blast and fell down back to the floor. Judging from the weird angle at which his left leg and right wing are placed, I assume that he was injured... and seeing as a red puddle begun to form under the chick Pokemon, the little bird beginning to cry loudly and twitch, I assumed that he was injured pretty seriously actually.

"CHIRP!!!" Eliza's eyes widened and she remained there, horrified, doing nothing...

The bully just stood there, laughing. "What a weakling! Just as expected... this will be an easy win!"

Eliza just stood there, crying... I could feel her guilt rising. I turned to Chirp and then to Eliza... and she did another beginner’s mistake ; whenever a Pokemon is in serious danger of being injured or killed, or whenever the Pokemon is injured seriously, the trainer must return the Pokemon at this very instant and not one moment later. Eliza did the mistake of watching Chirp cry and bleed rather than return him... and I'm not going to stand there and let him bleed to death. "Eliza... return Chirp." my telepathy reached her mind... but there was no reaction. "ELIZA! Return Chirp!" I was more insistent. This time, Eliza was brought out of her trance. She turned to me, nodded slowly, and FINALLY returned Chirp.

I seen the Gardevoir turn to the puddle of red liquid that was left in the middle of the arena. She rolled her eyes and used her powers to remove it from here. Judging from her expression, she must be accustomed to seeing blood... probably from beating up defenseless inexperienced Pokemon since her trainer is a bully.

Hmm... interesting how a Pokemon's instincts always rise, telling you the exact gender of what you're looking at. Very handy... well, somewhat. Whenever this Gardevoir be a male or a female is not important or even remotely interesting to me.

"Hehehe! Come on! Send your next Pokemon, loooooser!" that bully must have praticed for his voice to be so annoying. As he focused on the word "loser", I couldn't help but feel the urge to slam my fist into his face with enough strength to cause his skull to cave in on his brain.

Eliza slowly turned to Cherlie. She turned to me... "Mewtwo... I know that you'll probably think I'm stupid but... I believe this bully deserves a lesson." I could see that she had been horrified by this scene. I do not understand why. Seeing from how overwhelmed Chirp was, it was obvious that this would happen. Although Pokemon usually fight in a way not to injure the opponent during Pokemon Battles, in a case like this, no rules could have prevented an injury... except maybe a rule preventing Gardevoir from attacking at all but then, it would have been stupid.

Still... I turned to look at the so-called bully. I just want to know something...

I stared into his eyes and concentrated...

... hmmm...

Ugh! I felt a psychic force pull my mind out of the trainer's! Who is it? Who dared to kick me out of...

"Leave my trainer alone." this feminine voice is not familiar at all... and as I turned to the Gardevoir, I figured out it was her. I simply shook my head, calming down, and explained myself... "I do not seek to harm your trainer. Allow me to look at his memories a second..."

I felt a sharp pain in the back of my mind. A primitive tactic... Whenever you want a psychic Pokemon to stop prying on your memories, you shock it with a psychic surge. Usually, the target's mind will associate a mind scanning attempt with pain and will leave you alone. A simple exploit of primitive instinct...

... but I am not so easy to manipulate. I am not ruled by my instincts and my consciousness lead this body. "You won't dissuade me." I stated, as I prepared to dive into the trainer's memories again.

I felt her trying to get into my memories at this moment... well... whatever. It might feel rather uncomfortable but she can try. My mind is way too complex for a creature like her. Her perceptions and experiences are insufficient... and anyway, most of my memories are hidden thanks to my amnesia. If my own mind can't reach them... then how will her mind reach the memories?

I stood there and felt her soul touch mine, trying to scratch the surface... and it felt... rather disgusting. I hated the feel of her soul. Too cold and expressionless. But then, at this moment, her psychic touch revealed one memory within me.

I learnt that Mew and I did not touch each others only in a physical state. As we touched physically, our souls touched as well and we would share our feelings and memories. Her soul was warm, pleasing to the touch, just as soft as her skin. The contact calmed me, a fuzzy and warm feeling filling my heart... For a moment, I found myself longing for Mew's touch... just for a little moment... but then, as I got ahold of myself, I felt the memory starting to amplify the strength of my memories of Mew, making the memories seem even more real, Mew becoming clearer... and a bit of this lost love which I long for... I felt it return... I felt warm... and I felt so calm and happy... Even after death, Mew continue to comfort me and fill me with happiness. I have the feeling that very few mates have such an ability...

When I think about it, the contact with this Gardevoir's soul is quite the opposite. Her soul is cold and feels disgusting, causing me to shudder, a chill tingling my spine... almost like touching a Muk, except worse.

Then, as she finished reading my memories, I could see her smirking... well, that is, if Gardevoirs can smirk. I believe they have no mouths, which could be a suitable explanation for why they never speak using spoken words. Myself, I almost never use my real voice out of convenience for I must make efforts to speak the human language when using my real voice while it is natural for me to speak in words all species can understand when using my telepathy.

"Mewtwo? Mew? Never heard of those names... but well, I can sure say that you're quite a naive moron. Your latest mate, that Mew... I must say that she's a real whore!" ...!!! My fur stood up and I felt my body becoming tense. Such a harsh word! Where did that gardevoir learn that from? I felt her soul ramming into mine... it was disgusting. I hated this touch.

"Sure, I did call her a whore, idiot! You're truly an idiot for believing in love. Pokemon do not feel love. They mate and leave each others afterward. Believe me, I know. If she had lived, because that I learnt that she is dead, she would have left you on the spot for the next male!" calm down Mewtwo... it's just a common bully Pokemon... but then, how was she able to access those memories? I thought I had hidden them well...

"Because that you are weak. You believe to be strong... but you are a weakling, who have cast away his instincts and has sinned! It is why your mate died, I am sure of it! It was a punishment for your sins! A punishment! Now, you must repent!" I felt like rolling my eyes. That stupid religious talk... If my memories are really this easy to see... why didn't you realize that you are insulting the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness? I am not a Pokemon that you can bully. A powerful being like me will not let an insect offend him.

"Mewtwo? What's going on?" Eliza was seeing the blue aura around me, the sign that the Gardevoir was using her powers and I could feel her confusion. "That Gardevoir is trying to provoke me into a fight, obviously. Call it quit, Eliza. He is not worth our time. Let this monster insult the wall and walk away with your dignity."

Eliza's face distorted as she struggled to understand my long sentence. I rolled my eyes. Why didn't I simplify my explanation? She's a ten years-old kid! She must know little of dignity... or rather, not call it by this name and see it as something much more simple. Eliza thought hard for a while... and I seen the bully smirk. "So, giving up? Not going to send your last Pokemon? Ready to accept my superiority, looooooser? After all, by the Pokemon League's rules, a Pokemon Battle must always be fought to the end! Whoever stop the battle lose by default!"

The bully's words drilled into her soul like a Horn Drill in a Rhydon's armor. She turned back to the bully... "No! I'm not surrendering! Just... wait a second!" she snapped, not wanting to be humiliated by this arrogant trainer. Well, I understand her... I would hate to have a moron like this defeat me in a battle... but one must learn to endure frustration. Sometimes, the best solution to a problem is not to fight.

"Eliza... this man only wants to make a fool out of you by fighting with you. You understand? If you continue to fight, you're doing exactely what he wants. This is why I say we should ignore him. A loss is better than to play in his game." Eliza understood this time... and I seen the sad expression. She understood what I meant but... "But... the Pokemon League rules state that if I stop the fight, I lose by default! I don't want to lose to a meanie like him." she said.

"Eliza... You know yourself that the rules are not so important. If they were, you would have never taken my Pokeball with you and ran away from your father, isn't it?" Eliza turned to me, smiling... and then, she nodded.

"So... are you gonna send your next Pokemon or are we gonna wait until it starts snowing?" I could see his impatience and frustration. He looked kind of laughable. Do he believe he get any credit for beating up defenseless beginners and their young, inexperienced Pokemon? What a loser...

Eliza shook her head. "You can be mean to another person, if you want. I'm going to nurse Chirp!" announced Eliza. I felt like smiling as she turned around and begun to walk away from that idiot... yet, he wasn't surprised. His grin... I felt like he was going to say something stupid... and I have a feeling I know what he will say.

"Forfeiting? Great! I can add your name to my list of "hopeless morons who can't train"! Thank you for the win!" Eliza froze in her tracks. I felt the insult dealing a harsh blow to her pride... and I rolled my eyes, knowing that it was hopeless. She turned around to face the trainer... "Oh really? I had enough!"

She turned to me... Oh no... not that! Don't even THINK about it!

"Mewtwo! I choose you!" well... drats.

There was a sound... and I turned back to see two Pokemon laughing at me. Cherlie and Siryx... I had forgot all about them, focused on Eliza and the battle. Cherlie just fell over, laughing, while Siryx held his stomach as he felt pain from excessive laughter. As for me... I could feel annoyance and embarrassment rising.

"Stop it!" I ordered, making my voice as loud and impressive as possible... but it had little effect or should I say, no effect at all. Cherlie got ahold of herself just for the needed amount of time to speak. "Hahaha... ha... Go Pokemon! Go! We've got to maintain the illusion that she owns us, isn't it? So... heehee... Go! GO MEWTWO! I CHOOSE YOU! HAHAAHAHA!!!"

My tail swung back and forth while I felt my whole body twitching. That... was so... humiliating. I do not want to be controlled... I just won't. I... felt bad. I felt my entire body caving in on itself, my heart stuck in the smallest bubble of space-time continuum one could imagine, crushing it. I... I looked down in shame and shook my head. I... I...

"Mewtwo?" Eliza's voice was hesitant while the bully begun to laugh as well...

... they are right, we must keep on playing this game to make it safely to Cinnabar Island. I... I can't believe I'm going to do that. I can't FUCKING believe I'm going to play the role of a "good, nice Pokemon"! I despise those! I hate it! I HATE IT! I DESPISE IT!... sigh... but what good will rage do? I... must... ugh... how disgusting... I must... fake out being her Pokemon in this battle.

I walked toward Eliza's side of the arena. I... I couldn't help but feel like a total idiot as I did so. I must look like a freaking clown, walking like this foward. As I looked around, I had the feeling that every single face, human and Pokemon, was turned to me in an expression of laughter. I could hear the thousands of voices that laughed on and on and on and on... I'm... I'm going crazy. I... I'm so ashamed! Why is this happening?

I just stood there, trembling... "What's wrong? Shy? You're afraid that your powers are so pathetic that people might laugh at you?" shut up... shut up... SHUT UP!!! Your input is NOT appreciated, moronic female dress!

"Heh! Your Pokemon doesn't seem quite happy to fight, it seems! Must be because it got a bad trainer... and you know what they say! A bad trainer always turn its Pokemon into bad Pokemon!" normally, I would be angered... but not this time. I... I just felt... so horrible. I had never imagined how embarrassing it was to be someone's Pokemon... NO! I'm not her Pokemon! Just faking it out!... why am I panicking? Of course it is just a play! Why did I panic? I am confident in my status as a free Pokemon! I should act in such a way when facing those thoughts...

"Mewtwo! Use..." She pointed at me and froze while her opponent yelled "Gardevoir! Psychic!". I rolled my eyes at the scene. "Eliza... don't you EVER look at your Pokedex? It list the attacks a Pokemon might know. Like... DUH!" Eliza looked at me... but then her eyes widened. "Mewtwo! LOOK OUT!"

BAM!

I already knew that it was coming so I had formed up a small psychic barrier in my back and just as expected, the attack was nullified. I was not going to let myself be hammered into walls by an ugly living piece of tissue. I felt a surge of anger and frustration... "How... how come you could block it so easily?!?" the Gardevoir. I felt a slight feeling of satisfaction rise. At least, I did frustrate her a bit... "And anyway... your trainer never ordered that! You must follow the trainer's orders!"

What a moron... but well, she was right. A Pokemon is supposed to do nothing on its own and to be totally and entirely dependant on the trainer during battles. Such stupidity... but well, if I come up with the excuse that I am a freshly caught Pokemon, her and a whole lot of idiots will probably try to "educate" me. Eliza said "Look out", right? I can maybe use that to justify my act... "Didn't you hear? Eliza told me to look out. So... I acted defensively, as instinct dictated. You clearly lack a brain it seems." I seen the Gardevoir's face turn red and the satisfaction rose again... although it really was nothing next to my embarrassment.

I turned to Eliza. I was lucky this time... but I might not be, next time. She looked down at the Pokedex, looking at the list of possible attacks with eyes widened. "Whoa... you sure know a lot of attacks..." she whispered to herself. You don't know half of it. Humans only recorded a tiny list of what I can do, I am sure of it... and I'm sure they mention nothing about my Dark Power.

"Gardevoir! Thunderbolt!" yelled the bully. I seen the Gardevoir smirk and then, I felt the static electricity gathering and being mixed to her psychic powers, forming a surge of electricity... and although the surge was quite minor to someone like me, I knew that I wouldn't be able allowed to block it or dodge it unless Eliza got her act together. Being so dependant on the words of a human just made it worse than it was already. If it wasn't from the fact that I'm forced to make everyone believe I'm under Eliza's control, that Gardevoir would be sailing in space by now.

"Mewtwo! Use Psychic!" she looked through the pokedex's list during all this time to come off with that?... I rolled my eyes at that. But well, it could be worse... she could have asked for something like Confusion or Flash.

Still, I felt no motivation in this fight. I was not meant to be in such a situation. I... I really don't feel like fighting that Gardevoir in the name of a human. I'm already sick of this battle... or maybe I was sick of it before it even begun. All that I know... is that I look silly. Mew must be laughing at me from up there, in Silver Valley...

... still, despite the fact that it crushes my ego, I must maintain that stupid illusion. Just a tiny psychic surge should make that so-called Thunderbolt attack disappear and blow away that Gardevoir. I tried to concentrate, knowing I was looking perfectly like an idiot... and shuddering, chasing away the thought of shadowy figures pointing and laughing, I located Gardevoir's soul and the energy she was gathering in the space/time continuum... and then, I folded space at a particuliar time, just after she shot the Thunderbolt, to intercept it and make it vanish. Then, I made the distortion extend at a high speed and caused the psychic force to slam straight into the Gardevoir's face.

BAAAM!

SCRAAAAAATCH!

A tiny ray of amusement rose in my heart. A Gardevoir's head being dragged all over the floor by a psychic force, the skin being ripped off, sure makes a neat sound! For a second, I forgot about the embarrassing situation I was in, replaying the scene many times in my mind, seeing Gardevoir falling over, eyes widened in shock, as if she had received a anti-psychic uppercut, and then being dragged backward. There was a trail of red leading to her current location, several meters backward, just at her master's feet, showing that the back of her head had either being badly scratched or downright opened. Whatever it was, Gardevoir was injured... and I knew it was serious, even. Maybe I overdid it a bit, even...

The bully just stood there, eyes widened... he shook his head repeatedly, staring at me, shocked. It was obvious that he couldn't believe that his precious well-trained psychic Pokemon had been beaten so easily. He seemed rather horrified by the trail of red, too... Blood in Pokemon Battles is rare unless greatly overpowered... and just like Chirp was no match to the flying dress, the dress met her match at my hands.

"Gar... Gardevoir! Return!" the red beam struck the female dress and in a flash, she was gone. The trainer stood there, shaking for a second... and then, he took out his Pokedex and pointed it at me.

"Mewtwo... Mewtwo... What kind of Pokemon is that?!?" he said to himself, taking out the red machine.

"Mewtwo. The Legendary Pokemon of Darkness. Its cold, cruel, merciless eyes strike fear in the eyes of Pokemon and humans alike. No creature has more raw power than this Pokemon and the sheer power of its psychic blasts can rip through even the hardest barrier as if it was butter. Exercise extreme caution." the robotic voice of the Pokedex stated. The human stood there... and his shock grew.

He turned to me and then to Eliza... then to me again... and to her again... "WHAT?!? A Legendary Pokemon... under that twerp's command?!? How can this be?!? She's barely older than my sister! She can't be one of the Myth Trainers!"

Myth Trainers... a familiar... name...

FLASH!

...

BROOOM!

BROOOM!

I... I... I... I'm so tired... so terribly tired... I'm using all of my psychic powers to try and heal myself but it is not enough. My entire body is covered with cuts and various injuries. With my tail broken, I lost about half of my psychic powers and of my abilities to regenerate my Dark Power. I can't feel my right arm anymore... in fact, I can barely feel anything anymore. I can't feel the vein in the back... normal, since it was cut. I used my powers to melt the skin in order to stop the bleeding...

... but all my attempts were in vain. I... I can't move. I'm so tired...

Thousands of them... thousands and thousands of them... I blasted them... I blasted them all to kingdom come. Blood, organs, bones flew about as I unleashed my wrath... but they continued to pour inside of the valley, thousands and thousands of humans and their cursed, soulless trained Pokemon. For each trainer and Pokemon I killed, ten more would take their places... an endless flood...

I stand there, covered in my own blood and that of my enemies, standing atop a real mountain made of the skeletons of countless humans and Pokemon, all gripping each others as they died, trying to grip me and bring me down, all willing to make me one of their own... one of the trained Pokemon.

The sky is red... the entire valley is crimson and the very trees, the very mountains twist into a hellish landscape... and yet, this is not the Dark Vortex... but the Pokemon World.

I looked up... and atop the highest stack of skeletons, a single human, covered in blood, his clothes almost all ripped off, his eyes speaking of insanity. He held in his sole remaining hand a blood-stained dark blue Pokeball glowing with a faint pink aura...

"Finally... FINALLY! She is mine... MINE! Hahaha... hahaha... HAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAAHAA!!!" the human burst into maniacal laughter, staring at the ball...

... and my heart fell. I collapsed and begun to sob... for I knew that all was lost.

The battle had been lost before it had even begun...

... all of this because of this paranoid traitor... all of this... because of him...

"You are not worthy of owning such a Pokemon!" one of the man's fellow partners stood up, seemingly rising from the pile of lifeless corpses. He took out a Pokeball and activated it. "Mew would be in better hands... if she was MINE!"

The humans stood up everywhere with their Pokemon.

I... I just... This is a nightmare... A nightmare...

The negative feelings just keep pouring into my mind... but even I cannot process such a massive amount of hatred, greed, and suffering. The humans and Pokemon... we unleashed our full power... but it was merely delaying the inevitable. One by one, we fell... One by one, our bodies ripped apart by the endless hordes, we were drawn in and consumed by the power of the humans and their slaves... and they bound us, one by one...

Only I, immune to Pokeballs, was spared... and even then, I stand there, my body mangled beyond recognition.

"War is approaching..." it was him... I could hear him... his telepathy. Julius... the descendant of the one who ordered my creation. "Humanity is foolish... but not foolish enough to destroy each others. The bloodbath today was just one of many bloody dawns... but eventually, they will agree on rightful owners for each of them. You have reigned over this world for countless millenias... but the reign of Legendary Pokemon is now over. We, humans, have surpassed you and have made you our minions... and you, Mewtwo, is no exception!"

Just the same as his ancestor... as ambitious... and as foolish. I struggled and somehow found the strength to stand up. I stared at his figure, all hidden by the shadows of the dead. "You know that I cannot be caught..." I stated. "I will never be bound. Nobody can control me. I will escape, nurse my injuries, and bring over the hordes of Dark Vortex to destroy you all. I will prevent this from happening..."

I could see it, in the darkness... his sly, evil smile. "Maybe... or should I say, it is what would have happened... if I had not learnt of this."

He... NO! IMPOSSIBLE!

He is holding... the GS Ball?!?

"You recognize this... don't you? You know the legends... When the Lord of Darkness shall be born... only the mystical Pokeball of Gold and Silver shall be able to contain the abomination. I believe that it was your destiny, Mewtwo. Your Shadow powers rip apart any Pokeball you may enter... but not the GS Ball. Thus, whoever wield it is supposed to be the one who will control you." he said. I... NO! I... I refuse this! I will never accept this!

I tried to concentrate... to send a ball of energy at that fool and blast him, to make him join the pile of skeletons!... but I felt so tired... so very tired... my eyes seemed to close by themselves and the world was spinning. I was bleeding way too much and I couldn't feel my arms, my legs, or anything... I stumbled foward and fell down, my face finding itself touching the head of a human, face distorted as he was stuck in his very last expression of shock and terror as he met his fate...

Creepy...

I gathered my strength and unable to stand up, dragged myself to the feet of that moron. I tried to wind up for a slash... but I could not find the strength and my claws merely scratched his shoes... and he laughed...

"Hmph... Persistent, aren't you? You can't even harm me and yet, you continue to resist? You are so completely defeated... you should just give up already and accept your fate." NO! I will not let myself be caught. I am the only hope... the only one left... I will not...

CLAC!

The ball... I felt it smack the back of my head... and my entire body... I felt... I felt... different.

... is it... how it feel to be caught? To be turned into energy? I...

I closed my eyes... and I felt like sobbing...

Gone... all gone... all hope is lost... all... is lost...

I couldn't even cry in the end... for my body was turned into energy, all the water disappearing...

As I felt the vacuum pull me in, I heard a faint echo... Julius's voice... "Still... It is strange. All of you were caught but Ho-oh. I wonder where your so-called leader went! Maybe he just abandoned you?"

FLASH!

"Your Pokemon is very poorly trained!" I turned to face this human... and I felt so distant... He was seemingly in another world entirely.

This vision... I remembered a name...

The Cataclysm... A terrible war... the war that happened when the Legendary Pokemon were caught.

For many years, the humans fought to try and determine who would own each of the captured Legendary Pokemon. In the end, a group of trainers rose, each one wielding one Legendary Pokemon... the Myth Trainers. It was about fifteen years ago... and on this year, my young son, at this time a five years-old child, was brought into the Defect Center of Pallet Town. There was nothing he could do for he was so young and his parents had been enslaved.

Such a shocking revelation...

This is how the humans came to own us... but a question still haunt me.

Why did it happened? I remember in the vision cursing someone for being a traitor... Is it because of that so-called traitor? How did it came to this?

I do not know. I do know however that Julius was one of the Myth Trainers. So was Selven Ketchum. Those are the only two names I can remember.

"Mewtwo! Get ahold of yourself!" Eliza's voice... in an instant, I was back in the arena, within the boat.

I could see in front of me a large bug Pokemon... well, large for most people. It was a bit smaller than me and was dark blue. Its nose extended into a massive horn and it had dull, stupid-looking eyes. I knew what this Pokemon was... it was the worst nightmare of any regular psychic type... Heracross.

"Heh! Too easy! Heracross! Megahorn!" the basic strategy. Send out Heracross, use Megahorn, psychic Pokemon faints. Pretty cheesy, if you ask me. But well, considering trained Pokemon do not move unless ordered to do so and as such, stand there and take attacks like idiots, it is not surprising that the strategy works so well... and well, I'm NOT going to receive that attack in the face. I turned to Eliza and spoke to her using telepathy.

"Order me to do Fire Blast. Do not question me. Just do it." I said, hoping that her brain would process the information fast enough for her to actually do as I said.

I turned back to Heracross... He is smirking, opening his wings and dashing foward... and I can't help but roll my eyes, thinking of how that moron would have been blasted already if I was not forced to have a human yell at me before acting! "Mewtwo! Fire Blast!" FINALLY!

I sensed the fabric of space and time... and extracted as much heat as I could from it, forming a sphere of flames before me. Although the sphere was not so big, I knew it would be more than sufficient to destroy that insect... but then, I knew that what seemed weak to me was probably incredibly strong to all other Pokemon.

When the sphere of flames was formed, I slammed my fist into it and watched it fly. It erupted halfway through in a star of fire. Now, all that I have to...

"Perfect! Heracross! Endure!"

FWOOOOSH!!!

The star passed right through Heracross... and I knew that I was in trouble. Unlike what most think, Endure was not foolproof and cannot prevent a vastly overpowered move from fainting or even killing a Pokemon... but I knew that my Fire Blast was not strong enough to KO a well-trained Pokemon that was skilled with Endure... and judging how the Heracross smirked, it was indeed skilled using the technique. He was trembling from being burnt with his weakness element... but he was still standing and was more than ready to counter-attack!

I seen him take out a strange berry that looked like a green flower. a Salac Berry, I believe, and swallow it as his trainer yelled the order... "Now! Use Megahorn!"

That is the so-called foolproof strategy for defeating any psychic Pokemon... To let the other harm the Heracross and then to boost his speed so it may use an unavoidable Megahorn.

"OH NO! MEWTWO!" yelled Eliza. Well, it may not be an order to dodge or counter... but I had enough of this battle.

I'm not going to let that stupid beetle smack me with a Megahorn! Oh no! I just won't, rules or not! I pointed at the beetle and grabbed it with my psychic grip, stopping it in the middle of its tracks.

"Heh! Looks who's laughing? Your Salac Berry is useless if you can't move." I stated. The bug Pokemon just stood there, staring at me... "CHEATER! Your trainer did not order you to..."

"I don't care." I interrupted him, sending him flying straight into his own trainer and slamming both into the wall. There, battle over. "Now, may I step aside? I had enough." I stated, turning to a baffled Eliza.

"But... he had the type adva..." I rose my hand, stopping her. Not only is it unneeded but she could give us away if she start talking to me in the way I deserve to be spoken to. "Types are not everything. Type doesn't matter when you are clearly overpowered... just like strategy will always win over types, as well. Types is just a factor among any others. The truly skilled warrior will take advantage of types but won't let it rule his strategy."

There were whispers... and I knew that I made a mistake. Everyone had stopped their own matches to look at me. I could see them... I could hear them...

"Whoa! You seen that power?"

"Hey! Is that the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness?"

"Was that even legal?"

"I MUST have this Pokemon!"

"I wonder where she caught such an amazing Pokemon!"

"Bah! Any trainer would win with such a Pokemon..."

"What kind of training did she give to her Pokemon?!?"

"What kind of Pokemon is that?"

So many voices... I turned to Eliza... "Let us leave before things start to get rather... complicated." I hoped she would listen but...

"I challenge you to a fight!"

"Come on! Bring it on!"

"Three Pokemon battle! Let's go!"

"One on one! I want to see if my Pokemon is stronger than your weird cat Pokemon!"

"Let's battle! Come on!"

Eliza's eyes widened and she stepped backward, panicked. I slipped into her thoughts while she panicked to see what she was thinking... "Oh no! I don't wanna fight anymore and there's so many of them!... but Pokemon League regulations say that it is illegal to refuse a challenge. What shall I do?!?" was her thoughts.

Pokemon League regulations... what a load of... "Eliza. Ignore them. It doesn't matter." she remained there... "IT DOESN'T MATTER." I hoped that if I said loud enough, she would listen. "IGNORE THEM!!!" this time, she turned to me, twitching. Maybe I overdid it...

"PICHUUUUUU!!!"

ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

There was a massive flash of light... so bright I had to shield my eyes. Such a powerful electric attack... The blood of the Lightheart line truly flows through young Siryx's veins! Just like his ancestor would do when unwanted masses gathered around his trainer, he would unleash a massive amount of electricity, shocking them all and convincing them in a very effective way to stay away.

Effective, indeed... for the trainers became quiet and got away from Eliza, scared of the yellow furball. Its fur smelt a bit burnt and it looked a bit dizzy... but well, although Siryx did shock himself as he unleashed his power, it was still impressive for a novice... in fact, it was impressive for any electric Pokemon. I don't know many adult electric Pokemon that would be able to shock dozens of humans at once, after all...

"So... you're a Myth Trainer." I turned to face a teenager, the sole trainer that hadn't been impressed by Siryx and that had stood just close enough to get a good look of Eliza but not enough to be shocked. For some reason, he seemed different from the others... and not only in the way that he was not burnt to a crisp despite being relatively close. He was rather calm and his voice seemed to be that of an adult. For some reason, he seemed familiar to me...

Eliza turned to the trainer while Cherlie ran up to me. "Are you alright?" she asked, a bit worried obviously. "Yes... thank you. Just a bit shaken and disappointed that I had to be involved in such a situation..." the Minun's face hardened and she turned to Eliza. The Minun then begun to harshly scold at the human which caused Siryx to run up to Cherlie. "HEY! Give my friend a break! She got no experience and it was... err.. stressing!" he said. I rolled my eyes as the two begun to argue.

Eliza did not pay attention to the two mice. "Hmm... well... yes, in a way." she said, embarrassed, answering the trainer's question. She knew that she was not my rightful owner. Nobody is.

The teenager smiled and then offered to shake hands. Eliza, recovering from what had happened, weakly shook hands... "My name is Jackson. I am a Myth Trainer too." !!! That teenager is a Myth Trainer?!?

"Really?" asked Eliza. She was obviously as surprised as I am. "Yes! I'm Lucario's trainer! I see that you are Mewtwo's trainer!... and judging from how you handled him, you must have obtained him recently, isn't it?" I cannot believe it... a Myth Trainer is here?

"Well... kinda... yes." Eliza became even more embarrassed while the teenager's smile widened. The way he spoke and acted... it was in a father-like way. For some reason, this awakened a feeling of fear within me... "Don't worry then, I'll show you... but first, let us go to somewhere more quiet."

He walked away, inviting her to follow. Both Cherlie and Siryx had stopped arguing by now and stood there... "Come on! Let's follow him!" she said. I rolled my eyes and sighed. This won't end well...

We all begun to follow Eliza but then, that Jackson guy stopped and stared at me, raising an eyebrow and then turning to Eliza for some reason. "You're not returning them?" he asked. Oh great. Another moron who believe that Pokemon like to be trapped in little prisons.

Eliza shook her head and Jackson smiled again. That smile... it's starting to get on my nerves. "You must control your Pokemon better! If you can't get them to do something as basic as remaining in their Pokeballs, then how can you hope to control them in battle?" what a load of non-sense. "Well... They don't like to be in Pokeballs and..." the human male interrupted her. "It's not about if they like it or not. Put them into their Pokeballs! They must know who is the trainer!"

I was tempted to put a pressure on his neck to shut him up... but I decided against it. I crossed my arms... "Look, mister Jackson. Eliza said that we're not going in there. Can you respect that decision?" I expected that guy to be baffled... but, much to my surprise, he was not shocked to hear my telepathy. He simply smiled and stared at me. "There's no reason to be afraid, Mewtwo. You will like it inside of your Pokeball. After all, they were designed to contain a natur..." I do not want to hear that. I rose my hand and interrupted him. "Look! I wouldn't be the first nor the last not to remain in a Pokeball! The legendary Ash Ketchum had his Pikachu out of its Pokeball and yet, did that make him a bad trainer? Give me a break!"

"Mewtwo has a point!" said the female human happily. Jackson crossed his arms and sighed loudly as if Eliza was making a beginner's mistake. That Jackson guy... I hate him already. "Fine."

With that said, we resumed. We walked through the halls and I felt a ghostly energy. Jackson must be owning ghost Pokemon and those must be using powers, which is why the place is so quiet and empty while normally, the halls are so full of humans...

After a boring trip, which only served to make my feet hurts, we reached another arena which was identical to the one everyone used except that, well, no one was using it. Jackson made sure to lock the door behind him, took out a dark blue Pokeball, a Masterball I presume, and released the Pokemon within.

CLAC!

FWOOOOOOSH!!!

In a flash of light, a strangely familiar figure was standing before me...

A humanoid blue-furred fox-like Pokemon among two thirds of my size wearing blue pants was standing before me. Its hands, nose, forehead, and feet were dark grey while the chest was pale yellow. A spike on the chest, on the elbows, and on the back of the hands were visible. Its blue tail was relatively short. Speaking of pants... those blue baggy shorts were among the most ridiculous I've ever seen. His hands looked like gloves and only made him look more laughable... and his dull, stupid-looking red eyes, oh my! That Pokemon looked dumb with a capital "D", I tell you!

He is Lucario... and he one of the two Legendary Pokemon that serve Mew. Suddenly, at this moment, a title appeared in my mind. I don't know what is the origin of such a title... but it sure made me chuckle!

The Legendary Oblivious Janitor... heeheehee... I wonder where this title came from? Heeheehee... well, anyway. Whatever.

"Lucario, bring Mewtwo with you to the other side of the arena. I must speak with Mewtwo's trainer." ordered Jackson to the fox Pokemon. I seen the fox Pokemon turn to me... and that expression of his inspired me with laughter. So serious for absolutely no reason to the point of looking stupid. I felt like point at him and laughing. Heh... wonder why I feel so happy at the idea of laughing at someone. I'm not usually for laughing at people... but this Pokemon was an exception. Maybe a Pokemon I used to bully, back when I was free... although I feel shame from this. Bullying people is a waste of time, after all... yet, it is also funny... although pointless.

"So... you are Mewtwo... Come with me." said the fox Pokemon, instructing me to follow him. Well, whatever, I guess. "Eliza... whatever he says... don't forget your promise." I reminded Eliza before going with Lucario.

We walked all the way to the back of the arena and there, Lucario sat down and turned to me. There was a moment of silence. I enjoyed the short break, letting the thoughts leave my soul, letting the emptiness, the repetitive sound of just air circulating ease my weary soul.

I... DESPISE... Pokemon trainers. In a way, while that Myth Trainer is a person I do not like, I am thankful he brought us away from them. Peace and quiet...

I enjoyed this silence for a looong moment, the silence finally allowing me to clear my mind. Yes, I am the source of all Dark Power... but at the base, I am a psychic Pokemon. It is my mind that shape up negative feelings into Shadow energy. Finally, for the first time since what seems to be an eternity, I could relax and feel the air... feel the still air... and then, I increased my perceptions and reached to the world...

The air currents... I could feel where they came from, the direction they were going, also the fact that the ventilation systems of the ship was of a fairly high quality judging by how little junk there was in the currents. I could also feel the floor... fairly hard and of a temperature that was neither warm or cold, not hard enough to hurt my feet but not cozy either. I slowly got on my four, my round fingers offering little grip on the floor... it seems it was slippery, after all. Slippery floor is usually used by humans for training and put disadvantage over most Pokemon when this type of floor is used for matches. Why do I care? I don't... I just wanted to remind myself of my knowledge... and it felt good. My knowledge is supposed to be vast... and who knows when a particuliar information will serve?

I slowly got back on my feet. The floor was slippery... but not that much. Using my powers was unneeded and I did not slip when I placed strength into my arms and pushed against the floor, sending me back in a bipedal position.

I looked at my hands... I was obviously designed for bipedal movement. Those hands wouldn't offer a good grip on any surface and anyway, the soft palm of my hands would be easily injured by whatever pointy objects might be lying on the ground... and who knows how many billions of these are on your everyday forest ground!

All this silence, nothing but my mind and perceptions which I had not paid attention to for so long. Not surprising that I would sometimes feel weak or stressed... A psychic Pokemon who is not in touch with the world cannot easily reach out to it and modify it... and that, Legendary or not. If I cannot access easily the feelings fueling my powers, then my powers are useless. It is a fact.

Such silence... too good to last. I turned to Lucario and it was obvious that the silence would be broken. I could feel a rising feeling of annoyance within him as I stared at his expression, smiling. Why was he containing his feelings? I guess some trained Pokemon are so completely brainwashed that they continue to do so even when their trainers are away... although the fact that a Legendary Pokemon acted this way was just plain... unsettling.

"What's so funny?" asked the pants-wearing Pokemon in front of me... wonder why he wear pants in the first place, actually. I never understood why fighting Pokemon would go out of their way and wear laughable costumes...

"Nothing." I replied in the most serious tone I could manage. I think I pulled it off well, masking my amusement, for he nodded slowly and begun to ignore me anew.

I stood there, awaiting another question... and slowly, time begun to pass... to pass... to pass... to pass... to pass...

I felt something behind me... and I knew my tail had begun to swing just like my smile had vanished. Time continued to flow... and flow... and flow... and flow...

... and you know what? I do not feel very patient today. His mind burns with a question, I can feel it... but for some reason, he keep suppressing it. I'm not going to wait all day! I do not know how much time I have before that Myth Trainer returns and I want to make use of it!

"Lucario. What is the question you want to ask? Your trainer is not here. You can go on and ask it." I said, the annoyance vanishing as I spoke. It was very relieving. In a way, maybe I was just bored or sick of the silence. Silence is nice when you meditate or think... but when standing idle, silence is a torture. Maybe this is why humans always waste their time putting those things called "ear phones" on their heads and listen to music so loud it's surprising they're not all deaf.

Lucario's face deformed slightly, as if he was suppressing a frown. "This is the problem. It's not because the trainer is not here that you have the right to disobey." I rolled my eyes as he said that. Just as I had suspected from his suppression of feelings and initiative, he is completely brainwashed. "It is not because a furless monkey got a ball to which I was bound by force that I have any obligation toward that being." I stated.

The pants-wearing brainwashed fox stepped foward, obviously upset from my reply. "It is not because you had bad trainers in the past that you must hate all trainers! Jackson told me that you could have developed a phobia of trainers because of your old trainers... and now, it seems it is true! Mewtwo, they are not all like your old trainer! Give the humans a chance!"

Siiiiigh... why do I even bother? "Look... ever heard of "freedom" and "dignity"?" I asked, remaining calm. No need to get all emotional over an idiot. "I have a mind of my own and if trainers really respected me, they wouldn't try to enslave me."

"Slaves? Trainers do not enslave Pokemon!" he replied quickly, more and more upset. He was getting emotional over this? Hahaha... very funny. But then, I am attacking his very beliefs... or rather, those he got from the brainwashing. It is normal that he lash out like that. "If Jackson, your trainer, was not really enslaving Pokemon... Why did he turn you into a slave?" I asked.

"Jackson is my friend!" he replied.

In my mind, I could see colors... colors of a past scene blurring into existence...

I seen myself, hovering above a tower of sorts, feeling incredible power course my veins... as well as immense hatred. I knew that my form had been somehow altered... that I was now much bigger and much scarier, that I had merged my real body to a physical incarnation of my rage.

Below me, a human and a Pikachu... and two names came up in my mind. Ash Ketchum and Pikachu Raystar Lightheart, the two eternally famous heroes from the past and the first of the Ketchum and Lightheart lines who fought with me.

"You are wrong! Pikachu and I are friends!" yelled the human.

I did not believe what he said, back then... but I know now, reaching to that memory of the far past, that he was the exception.

Maybe this is why I feel this bitter feeling toward trainers. Far from helping me forgive them, my fights with the two legendary bloodlines filled me with anger and frustration for the equal relationship that existed between the humans and Pokemon of those lines should have been something common... and yet, they were unique, which is wrong.

Why must most trainers consider Pokemon as tools? Why not more trainers like Ash was?... but then, I can also remember that unfortunately, he, himself, acted like those brainless and heartless other trainers for most of his life. I remember browsing through his memories and finding the disgusting memory where he had been upset of knowing a rival trainer had caught more Pokemon than him when the quantity of enslaved Pokemon shouldn't have been a factor.

But well, I guess this is the fate of this world... although it doesn't mean I like it or that I accept it.

Lucario was sincere when he said that Jackson was his friend... but Jackson's attitude and words had told me otherwise. Pokemon are quick to project their hopes on their trainers, preferring illusions of friendship to the cold, hard, cruel truth. It seemed like it was the case for Lucario.

For a second, a cold, disgusting feeling invaded my throat. I felt as if I was unable to breathe and hesitated between tears or anger. I realized... that in the eyes of trainers, even deities are nothing but one more entry on the Pokedex. There is nothing sacred to them, nothing worth more than a Pokeball. Lucario and myself are gods, pure incarnations of this world's elements, the very feelings of billions from the past, present, and future coursing our veins... and yet, the trainers reduced us to tools, belittled our souls, suppressed our desires and feelings... as if we were nothing but random machines awaiting a master!

I quickly chased the dark thoughts from my mind. No need in becoming emotional over all of this. I am no longer in this situation. Eliza is a traveling partner, not a slaver.

... but then, there is the cursed, hated GS Ball. A shiver went down my spine and I felt my heart burning. This ball... this CURSED ball! Why was I bound to it? I... I should not be bound. No Legendary should have been... what am I thinking? NO POKEMON should have been ever bound to a Pokeball! Those balls... prisons for us, restricting us to only the areas the humans want us, carrying us like tools and releasing us only to use us.

This makes me sick... but as I turned to Lucario, my feelings all took one form... anger.

His stupid smile of satisfaction. I can feel that he thinks his answer convinced me... "See? I was right." his words confirmed my thoughts. He is a fool... a blind fool...

"If Jackson was truly your friend... then why do he force you to suppress your thoughts and feelings?" I tried to remain calm but for some reason, it was a bit louder than expected. Guess my feelings are getting out of control.

As Lucario struggled to keep himself from frowning as he thought, I inhaled deeply and then relaxed. No need to let old memories and thoughts I already know of upset me like that.

... well, I feel much better now, my heart now beating at a normal pace once again. I turned back to the fox and awaited his answer.

"You... you are wrong! Jackson is my friend! He is my friend! You don't understand!" indeed. I cannot understand how you can be so completely brainwashed. "It's nothing... Forget it." I said, my tone now at the correct volume and as unexpressive as I intended.

The fox stepped back and leaned against the wall. Well, now that this is said... it is time for me to ask some questions that had been on my mind for quite a while. Lucario, unlike me, had not lost his memory... which means I can learn what happened exactely by interrogating him. The door to my past... the key to my sealed memories... is just in front of me! Now, it is time! You WILL reveal your secrets to me, little fox!

"Lucario... Will you answer some questions? I want to know of past events that happened between I and Mew..." I asked, crossing my arms. The fox turned to me, raising an eyebrow, his dull red eyes filling themselves with that blank void that the idiot have in its eyes when it is told something way beyond its level of intelligence. "Why do you ask me this? You're the one who know her the best..."

"Well... this is kind of embarrassing... but because of the training techniques my last trainer used, I lost my memory and I am now piecing it back together piece by piece." I explained. "Now... can you tell me anything?"

Lucario opened his mouth to say something... "LUCARIO! Come!" the Myth Trainer's voice. How convenient. When I was about to learn about my past. Fate truly does hate me after all...

The fox, losing all interest in me, walked back toward his master, who was was now standing a few meters away from me, Eliza at his side. For some reason, I felt threatened by her nervous expression...

The human male nodded slowly to Eliza. "It will be okay..." he said in a comforting voice. I hope it is not what I am thinking about...

"Eliza? What are you doing?" I asked, the words coming out a bit faster than I had intended when I seen her point that horrible GS Ball at me. "Mewtwo..." she hesitated, gulping... and at this moment, I felt a crushing feeling... It must be it!... but then, I made her promise at the beginning of this trip that she would never do this!

"Do not forget your promise!" I reminded her through telepathy.

Eliza remained there, silent... "Do it, Eliza!" ordered Jackson. "The promise, Eliza!... and the journey we have ahead of us!" I reminded her in thoughts.

That stupid teenager stared at me. The fire in his eyes... if you could kill someone by staring, he would have probably injured me seriously or killed. At this moment, I felt like most Pokemon would have been unsettled by such a gaze... but then, I'm not exactely normal to say the least. "It's it, isn't it? Do not listen to it! It's just scared of Pokeballs!" he said to Eliza. More non-sense... "Remember your father, Eliza... and Mew... and your legacy." I sent those words to her using my powers, reminding her of our task and reason for this journey.

Eliza's hesitation slowly disappeared and the GS Ball shrunk. I felt as if a weight was lifted off my shoulders as the horrible sphere was placed on her belt. At this moment, I stared into her eyes and slowly, nodded. Although I had said nothing, I think she understood me as she smiled back and nodded too... Jackson, him, rose an eyebrow and crossed his arms, taking on a really stupid expression as if he had never seen a Pokemon move on its own before. "WHAT? Why didn't you return him?"

The female human shook her head. "Ash never needed a Pokeball to confirm that he and Pikachu were buddies." she stated, her tone suddenly so light and childlike once anew. This tone was music to my ears and felt so refreshing. Looks like the situation is once again under control.

"You don't want to control your Pokemon?" asked the Myth Trainer in a tone that he wanted accusing. Eliza slowly shook her head, the so-called accusation sounding ridiculous just as much as it did to me. "No. I want to be their friends."

For a moment, I thought that this Jackson guy would throw a fit and give up, like most petty trainers do... but that particuliar human was really worthy of his title as a Myth Trainer. Indeed... for instead of being just plain annoying, he was extra annoying. His frown slowly inverted into a smirk as I sensed the negative feelings turn into a surge of dark thoughts... "Heh... then so be it, Eliza."

"Really?" asked the young girl, overjoyed and thinking he was being on her side just for once, giving up... but the sarcasm had been too obvious, actually... but well, sarcasm is usually lost on children.

"Yeah... you can be a loser, if you want." he continued in the same tone. This strategy again... do all bullies use the same strategy or something? Guess all human trainers suffering from a superiority complex have the exact same personality.

... and most predictably, Eliza responded to the taunt just she did back there when that other bully taunted her. "I'M NOT A LOSER! I and my Pokemon are way better as friends than as... as whatever you are your poor Pokemon are!" she replied, almost looking like she would jump on Jackson and punch the arrogance out of him... which would be a great step toward making this world a better place, personally.

"Then why not put it to the test? Mewtwo against Lucario! Your so-called friendship... against my well-trained Pokemon!" challenged the human.

Eliza turned to me. I seen it in her face that she wanted to honor my promise... and as I turned to Jackson, I knew that unlike last time, I was to fight. So... you believe that your way of slavery is the best? I will prove to you that slavery is a dead end. I shall fight you for the sake of my honor, Eliza's, and that of all Pokemon and humans. In a way, it would be just a petty fight... but on another hand, this was the moment I had been waiting for. I have been running away and hiding for many days now... but no more hiding and running now. This trainer... shall be the first I will defeat as a free Pokemon! "Eliza... I will fight. We will defeat this enemy together." I told her. It shall also be the first foe she shall defeat as one who follow the rightful path she was destined to follow rather than the one forced upon everyone by the Pokemon League.

"Really? It's okay... if I order you?" she asked, remembering about our promise and about how I hated to be considered as a trained Pokemon. "No. You will not order me." I corrected her. My answer caused confusion, I could see it in her eyes...

"Then... what will I do?" she asked. At this moment, I wondered about how she could help me.

This is a Legendary Pokemon I am about to face... a being that wield powers unlike what most mortals can imagine. To face him, I will require full concentration... and as such, I will be unable to watch the trainer and to predict his moves in this way. It was then that I realized how Eliza could help me...

"Simply get in position. I will tell you how you can help me." I explained.

As Eliza got in position, so did I. Although I had to be confident, to inspire her, I knew that this would be vastly different from when I fought that Gardevoir. Despite that, I knew that my battle capabilities were superior to Lucario's. I also have the feeling that my element will be superior to his. Still, I cannot let my guard down.

As Jackson and Lucario got in position, I nodded to Eliza. "Everything will be alright..." she smiled and nodded back.

As the enemy trainer pointed at me, I knew the battle had begun. "Lucario! FOCUS PUNCH!" he yelled.

At this moment, Lucario concentrated and dashed toward me at an incredible speed. I tried to sidestep out of the way... and...

HUH?!?

HHMPH!

BAM!

That was WAY too close! I barely avoided it! I have to concentrate! He's way faster than I had expected! "Mewtwo!" yelled Eliza. "Don't panic!" I said. "If you panic, it's all over! Keep your calm! You cannot let me down! Let me do my part!"

As Eliza nodded, I turned to the enemy trainer. It's just as I thought. I must concentrate on Lucario. While I am still convinced I can beat him, I clearly lack pratice while he is trained to an extreme level. I will need to concentrate on Lucario... yet, it is the trainer I must watch to predict Lucario's moves. "Eliza!" I called to her. I felt the mental signal in her soul. She's listening! "The trainer! Watch the trainer and tell me what he's doing! Gestures and words!"

I emptied my mind. I slowly made the walls, ceiling, and floor disappear... and slowly, I forgot all about the human...

... I can feel my breathing... slowing down...

Breathe... breathe... breathe...

I made Lucario my sole target... the sole visible element. I stared at him and saw him... the blue aura he left behind him as his soul moved... and I knew I was in a state of trance.

He came close and attempted to kick me. A small hop, his leg coming upward and down toward my head.

"Pointing to the left! Earthquake!" Eliza's voice echoed and everything became clear.

I flew off the ground and... I... I made my way through the solid air, forcing through. It's... it's hard... and tiring... but... grab his arm... I must!

... ... ...

GOTCHA!

I smirked as he brought his leg down to cause an Earthquake, my hands gripping his raised right arm. I slowly brought the arm down, causing him to slip and the strength he had put in his leg to make him jump rather than kick the ground.

As he slowly flew upward, Eliza's voice echoed... "Slap motion to the right! Rapid Spin!"

Lucario twisted his body. He was going to try and strike me on the way down.

I had to act quickly...

... faster... ... ... FASTER!... ... ...

. uuu... UGH!

HA!

I grabbed his leg as he begun to spin, and changed the rotation center of his spin, making myself the center rather than the middle of his own body. I spun him about, spinning faster... and faster... and faster... and soon, I was thankful I was in a trance for I would have been dizzy from spinning like this.

"Lucario! Kick the wall as he throw you! Counter! Pointing to the wall!" Eliza's voice once again as I lessened my grip on Lucario, letting the momentum carry him...

I quickly replaced my physical grip by grabbing him with my psychic powers before Lucario could reach the wall. I used the momentum to its fullest, altering his angle to make him fly back toward me...

"Pointing at you! Lucario! Kick him!" Eliza's voice echoed.

My trap is now set. I grabbed into his foot with my hands and quickly thrown him above my head. If I had hold on or tried to spin him, I would have received the impact and been damaged. But now, he's being sent straight into the ceiling... my trap is set...

"Kick the ceiling! Smash him!" Eliza's voice was heard once anew.

Time to finish this. I remained calm... but it is now time to make my psychic powers rise alongside my Dark Power! Now... TAKE THIS!

HA!

FWIIIIIIZ!!!

Lucario gasped and I heard a sharp surge of pain going through him as I drove my Galaxy Force attack into his chest. The blade of Shadow energy was formed by a small vortex of psychic energy mixed to ambient negative feelings. I then folded space at the center of the sphere and turned it into a spike of negative energies. Lucario, coming down at a speed close to the speed of sound, had no chance to adjust angle to avoid impact. His attempt merely caused his chest, rather than his feet, to smash into the deadly dark force.

Lucario's eyes stared into me, the shower of red covering my extended arm and head. For the first time since a very long time, I felt it... the excitement of battle. I realized that... for the first time in years... I fought at full power... and I liked it. I felt so happy, dealing the finishing blow, achieving my first victory in such a long time. Would Mew be proud? I do not know...

I wondered about Lucario's survival... and as he fell to my feet, I seen that my attack had struck quite cleanly... but I still sensed life within him. Looks like I didn't overdo it.

Slowly, I felt the world restart to come into existence as my concentration faded, the battle finished. Jackson stood there, baffled, turned toward me and Eliza... "Impossible... impossible!" he just stood there, on his knees... and then, turned to Lucario, his face red as the fox Pokemon's eyes, hatred flowing in his veins. "You useless piece of SHIT! You truly are the weakest Legendary! BEGONE!" the human thrown his Masterball at Lucario in frustration. He then turned to Eliza and pointed at her, his eyes glowing. "Do not think that this is your victory! It had the type advantage! It's just types! If I would have had, say, Articuno or Lugia, I would have won!"

"Only bad trainers blame types. That is a saying I will never forget." replied Eliza in a tone worthy of her age. It was her turn to smirk now. The human male yelled some kind of rude word that served only to prove how stupid and rude he was and then, he stomped off out of the room...

Cherlie and Siryx ran up to me. "You did it!" exclaimed Cherlie. "Wow! You're so cool! No wonder the family's tales about you are so cool too!" said the Pichu, eyes glowing in amazement.

I nodded to them both and turned to Eliza. "I'm sorry... I couldn't help you more." she apologized. I crossed my arms and made a hand gesture to her signifying it was not true. "I couldn't have won this battle this easily without your help, Eliza." the female human's eyes widened. "REALLY?"

I nodded. "I am positive about it. By telling me what the Myth Trainer was ordering, you allowed me to predict Lucario's actions." Eliza was obviously overjoyed judging by her expression. "I'm so glad I could help you..." but then, I seen worry in her eyes. "... but what about Lucario?"

I turned to Lucario. He was on his knees, grasping his chest with one hand to stop the bleeding, staring down at his Pokeball. The injury was clearly nowhere as serious as I originally thought. His skin had already almost regenerated entirely and the bleeding was not consistent at all anymore... what was more serious was his mental injury. His beliefs and ego had been badly damaged from this defeat...

The small child Pokemon approached the fox and placed himself in front of him. He blinked a few times and then, spoke up: "What's wrong, mister Lucario?" asked Siryx.

"I am... a failure." said weakly the pants-wearing mammal Pokemon. "What do you mean? I don't understand!" replied the small mouse.

"A trained Pokemon must obey. I did my best and yet, I failed him and he disowned me. I am a failure. I... have failed." his depression was pitiful... and so thought Siryx and Cherlie. The Minun got next to the fox and...

SLAP!

"GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! He's not your trainer anymore! Will you worry yourself about someone who do not care about you?" asked the female. The fox turned to the Minun, his face as unexpressive as always... "But he is..." after seeing Cherlie's expression, the fox thought about it a second time. "Well... you're right..." he finally admitted. "But... what am I going to do with myself? I am Lucario... my purpose always was and will always be to serve my master..."

Siryx thought for a while... and then, his young mind found a solution. "Hey! Why not being your own master?" he said. I must say... this is a clever answer for such a small child. The fox, however, did not see the intelligence of such a reply... "Huh? My own... master?"

The fox slowly got up, the injury healed by now. He turned to me, awaiting an answer. "You should be your own master." I stated, supporting Siryx's idea. The fox seemed rather... shocked by such an answer. "But... I am... a servant! I am unworthy and..." I stopped him. "Do you believe that human TRULY was a worthy master? Frankly, now that you no longer have an obligation toward him... was he truly worthy? Did he truly used your powers for the good of all beings?"

The fox shook his head. "No... he did not..." I continued... "Was he giving you the respect you deserve?" Lucario once again shook his head. "No... he did not." I crossed my arms. "Then... he was not worthy. You are experienced and noble. While I cannot remember... I can feel it within you. Your soul is not one filled with evil intent. You will do well as your own master."

The fox slowly approached me, nodding. "I will try... I will try... Thank you..." guess all is well that... wait a minute! He knows about my past, don't he? Most probably! Let's take advantage of the opportunity! "Lucario... before you leave... I have one request."

The fox's eyes lit up. "Yes?" Time to ask my question... Finally! My memory...

But what to ask? What was it about Mew and myself that was so special?... or maybe about the traitor's identity?... or maybe the Cataclysm?

But then, a question burnt me... my son... I truly do love him... but I feel... as if I was lying to myself about him... and the mask... how could he find it? How could he find the Dark Vortex hordes' resting place? This is just... too weird.

"Lucario... how could Mewlt get the Ice Mask?" I asked.

The pants-wearing fox remained silent for a long while... "So... another bearer has come for the Ice Mask... It is Fate, Mewtwo... Fate... When you shattered Fate and denied your future, someone else had to take your place. It is all about Fate... about the unbreakable Fate... a Fate which you must face once again... all over again..." with this said, he left the room quietly but quickly, not letting me ask anymore questions.

I was tempted to try to stop him but he walked amazingly quickly, leaving before I could realize it... It was obvious that trying to stop him would be an exercise in futility and anyway, we are on a boat. It's not like he can go anywhere.

At this moment, Eliza realized about a certain fact, yelled something, and dashed out of the room toward wherever the Pokemon infirmary was. It was about time. It's a fortunate fact that energy cannot bleed and thus, that Pokeball DO have an use... but I disgress. Being constantly forced from matter to energy and back must and does have a nasty effect on the molecular stability of creatures in the long term.

As Eliza scrambled out of the room, the little Pichu ran on its four, following her at the best of her ability yelling "HEY! WAIT FOR ME!". Humans just don't know about their speed, sometimes. The Minun, standing on her hind legs, slowly approached me and smiled. "So... what shall we do now? Your cover is pretty much blown I guess..."

Yes, it is true... With all those events, it is now obvious that I am not a common Pokemon. I will probably be unable to make a few steps without various humans getting in the way. But well... what do I care? Truly... why should I care? After tomorrow, I will most likely never meet any of them ever again. Yes, this means that my attempt at being unnoticed is a failure... but humans have a short attention span. They will quickly forget about me. A mere matter of days, most likely.

As such, with no need to worry... we shall now have to find a way to pass time. I turned to the pale yellow mouse and then motioned to her. "The swimming pool." the female blinked a few times, a dull look in her eyes. "What?"

Okay... I was not clear enough. "Let us go to the swimming pool." this time, she understood and rose an eyebrow, the left ear rising. "What? But I thought cats hated water!... and besides, I went there yesterday and it was awful! Believe me, we'd better not go there!"

Then, her left ear returned to its original position as I noticed her grinning. "Besides... with all that happened... you should be quite the popular kitty! You're not likely to get anywhere!" I expected that kinda of reply, frankly. Now, let's counter it. "Maybe... but what do you suggest? For us to sit down in Eliza's room and be bored?"

Strike! As expected, she thought about it and realized that between boredom and fighting a crowd, she preferred the second. Between frustration and boredom, she chose the lesser poison... but well, considering the humans' relatively short attention span, this shouldn't be a problem. Besides... Lucario left, didn't he? Between a Legendary Pokemon they cannot own and a Legendary Pokemon they can capture, the humans will most likely be interested by the later.

I approached the door, pushed against them with my mind, and turned to face Cherlie just one last time to make sure she was following. Yes, she is. Now, on to the swimming pool...

Our walk through the walls was, surprisingly enough, every bit as uneventful as my last times wandering through them. Although the humans looked at me with more interest than before, the general reaction remained the same, the humans making no effort to make any kind of contact. Truly, I am thankful that common humans are nowhere near as annoying as Pokemon Trainers. In fact... regular humans are even... pleasant. Too bad they get so stupid and cruel when they get those stupid spheres in their hands. I should analyze them sometime to see if there's a device in them that mess up the human brain...

Anyway, as I opened the last door, the sunshine greeted us. How long has it been since we fought indoors? Many hours, it seems. I still can't believe how fast time is flowing... or maybe is it the opposite. I don't know and, at the moment, don't care.

The decks were relatively free of traffic except for various humans sitting down on chairs. Fortunately, the swimming pool had not too many people in it. A few pet Pokemon were relaxing on the edges of the artificial pool of water and some water Pokemon where swimming inside alongside human children, teenagers, and adults. "Looks like it's more calm than yesterday. Maybe it will be pleasant today." stated Cherlie, a smile coming up on her face.

Now... the course of action seems obvious. Humans as a general rule believe that cat Pokemon hate water. This is actually correct. Cat Pokemon, like most Pokemon, have fur covering their bodies. Fur, when wet, become extremely heavy, its mass increasing in a drastic way. Thus, most Pokemon can't swim and drown easily. This is why most Pokemon hate water. They don't hate the liquid per say... but they know they can't swim easily and thus, develop a fear of water. I guess I am some kind of exception. Since my fur is so short it cannot be felt or almost, a microscope needed to see it, water is not a problem for me. Thus, I never feared it. In fact, the liquid does have an unique texture that I like to feel sometimes...

Well... since I have nothing better to do... why not?

I approached the pool. In front of me, not humans or Pokemon stood below so I can jump in safely. The pool also seemed deep enough...

Well, here goes.

I prepared myself and then, using my legs to send myself leaping, I decided to dive right in. I unleashed my psychic powers to shield my eyes from the water and held my breath...

SPLASH!!!

... I plunged into the water, feeling the cold liquid stroke my entire body. I felt relaxed and realized how hot the air was, outside. Truly, this was a nice feeling, although my vision is a bit distorted...

At this moment, I remembered about a creature encased in a bubble... and about a playful look from that creature...

Along with that brief vision, I remembered how to move my hands and feet in order to move about. All new matter in which I was bathed, all new physics. Underwater, gravity was altered. Although the sheer feeling of it all made me feel as if I was in an all-new, totally different world... my lungs forced me to reconsider staying underwater for too long.

A bit pained to have to come out of this strange new place, I moved my arms and legs to do what humans call "swimming". Thanks to the light, I located the surface and then, swiftly, using only my physical strength, pushed myself to the surface.

As my head broke through the barrier and made it back in the warm air, I inhaled deeply and remained there, looking around. Cherlie was on the edge, smiling sweetly. She was looking up to a young human that was feeding her with various human food. I didn't really paid attention what he was feeding her. I didn't cared. I just wanted to go back into the wonderful world that lies under the blue curtain that forms the surface.

I inhaled again, filling my lungs and then, protecting my eyes with my powers, dived right back under. I marveled at the floor, the soft plastic-like white surface colored in stripes of both blue and white as the deformed rays of sunshine reached the floor in a seemingly chaotic yet ordered patterns. Pokemon and humans around me swam about peacefully, looking at me a bit amazed or just plain noticing I was here.

Sure, every minute or so, I had to come back to the world of air to get much needed oxygen... but truly a new world with new physics... the underwater. It is still the same planet and yet... when plunged in liquid, everything seemed so different.

Sometime, I should study the effects of water on physics. I want to know everything about water and its effects... and the strange ways it affect light, too. I liked the strange patterns it formed under the water...

In fact... the sun... how it shine... I want to know everything about it. Everything about the clouds. How are the chairs made? This boat... what are the exact specs?

I want to know everything. I want to remember and learn. Truly... I realized how much I loved this world and I understood why I wish to be good.

This world is so beautiful... so wonderful. I do not care about the evils of people. As long as there will be one speck of hope in the world... one speck of beauty and grace... I will be good. To desire only this world's destruction? Who's bright idea was this? Whoever gave up on this world is a fool! But then... I understand that as beautiful this world was... as cruel it can be. The power that sleeps within me is a testament to how cruel this world can be... for I am Hatred, Sorrow, Terror, Darkness.

Yet... I am also Mewtwo, a soul that desire happiness. I was not meant to be good? Then beat it! If the others wanted me to be soulless, then they shouldn't have given me a soul to start with! Now that I am here, I shall fight to the bitter end to keep my soul!

Oh the beautiful afternoon...

... how fast did it went? The events became a tempest of confusing pleasures. I was so absorbed with the physics of this swimming pool that I only realized it was time to go after Cherlie had jumped in and poked me on the shoulder as I surfaced once more. It was then that I realized how dark it was...

Realizing I was hungry, I told her of my predicament. Fortunately, many humans had forgot food all over the place and the few who remained didn't care about it. The Wingulls that were now in the area were still a bit shy as well, waiting for me to leave before getting too close to the food.

I was quickly scavenged the best preserved pieces, quickly fed myself not caring much about taste, and both her and myself departed toward Eliza's room once again.

For once, as we walked into the halls, we realized that we truly were alone, this time. Looks like most of the humans who usually hang around here are elsewhere, probably at their rooms. I walked at a fast pace, feeling in an excellent mood... but then, a slight cold surge of unease made me slow down and stop. Turning back, I was Cherlie standing still, on her hind legs, looking down.

"I can feel your feelings, Cherlie. What is troubling you?" I asked her, wondering how the Dark Vortex Cherlie could not be in an excellent mood after such an afternoon. Truly, I forgot all my problems...

"Mewtwo... it's just that... you were so happy and..." she spoke slowly, slowly turning her head toward the window, her voice a bit shaky...

I stood there, awaiting for her to continue. Surprisingly, it took a few good seconds, during which she frowned, her unease growing, before going back to her original slightly nervous and shy smile. "... it made me so happy... and I don't know why."

I listened to her words and repeated them to myself mentally... and slowly, my state of total happiness faded away. I was not unhappy... but I was now wondering... "Cherlie... It is just that we went through a lot, both of us. It has been a long time since we enjoyed ourselves at our fullest." I said, thinking this was a very probably theory.

... but as she stared into my eyes, I realized, even without using my psychic powers, that my theory was incorrect. "Maybe... yes... You are right." she lied... and lies bother me. I interrupted her as she was about to resume walking. "I don't even need to read your thoughts to tell you lied to me. It's about something else, Cherlie. Please tell me..."

Her unease spiked way up and she looked at her feet... and I realized she was blushing. Why should she be blushing? "Mewtwo... I..." she got closer... and I suddenly felt so very uneasy at well, almost instinctively making a step back...

Suddenly, any distance was too close for comfort as I felt as if she was almost touching me. I felt as if I could feel her fur, touch her hands... and at this moment, I realized I was now kneeling, no longer towering above her... and I seen her, getting so close and opening her little paws for me to hold... and in her eyes, I seen a light... "Hold into my hands..." her voice had a strangely familiar tone to it... and I held to her hands...

... and then, I had a vision... a pleasant vision that filled me with warmth.

I closed my eyes as I hugged Mew back, feeling her warmth, feeling her body against my own. I felt every single of her heart's pulsation as she leaned against me, holding me as I was holding her... and slowly, as I felt all my thoughts vanishing as I lost myself into her eyes, I pressed my lips against her own and I kissed her with all of the passion in my heart as she kissed me back...

... and slowly, Cherlie broke the kiss, her eyes intoxicated with love. "Mewtwo..." said my love... as I realized that Cherlie held Mew's soul inside of her.

She is alive... alive in another one's body...

...

... the... the happiness... is... overwhelming... Can't... can't keep it in... I... Oh Mew...

I clung to her and... sobbed... I just cried... and cried... and cried...

"I..." I... I wanted to speak... but I was suddenly mute. My heart is beating so fast... the tears is making the world swirl before me... She is alive... alive... alive...

I... I wanted to tell her... her how much I missed her... but I couldn't stop trembling... I just couldn't. My body... my heart... oh... Mew...

So I just clung to her... and cried... and cried... and cried...

I expected her to fade... for this to be only a cruel trick of my mind... yet, she clung to me, the warmth feeling more and more real... and the more real it was, the less I could move. This was... the best day of my life... the very best moment in my entire life. I felt... as if something inside of me had been revived. I... I was... so alive...

"I... I mis... missed you... so... so... so... muuuuch..." my voice was so shaky, my tone acting on its own. I barely could get those out in under a minute... I thought I would dry myself clear with my tears and soak her from head to toes...

My love simply hugged me back. It was a different body and yet, it was the very same warmth... the very same kindness... the very same love... and slowly, all my tears vanished as I stood there... and my body stopped trembling...

"I... missed you so much..." I could finally say it clearly...

... the tears no longer scramble my vision and I see something... I did not want to see. I petted the cat now turned mouse's head, behind the ears. "It's okay Mew... it's okay..."

But at this moment, I felt her violently push me away, terror invading her eyes and tears filling them. "But... I'm not Mew!" her words... made time freeze... freeze like a Magmar suddenly transformed into ice by the passing of Articuno in the frozen plains... "I... I mean... I AM Mew!" at this moment, an unknown feeling I could not detail invaded me. I... I just didn't know how to react anymore.

The female got off me, slowly crying... "Mewtwo... why? Why?" why what? I do not understand... "Why? I do not understand!" neither... do I.

She shook her head... "Do you have any idea of how I feel? I... I am your lover, Mewtwo... I am Mew, Love incarnate..." she then turned to me, the blue eyes of Mew filled with confusion. "... yet, I am also Cherlie, your son's lover!"

The female almost burst into tears. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW I FEEL?!? Why did you do this to me?"

...

... the... the incredible guilt... and the void...

... my memory... I WANT MY MEMORY! I... STUPID, NO-GOOD, MORON GOOD-FOR-NOTHING!

BANG!

I call myself a Legendary Pokemon? I CALL MYSELF A LEGENDARY POKEMON?!? I have the key to such important details... TO THE TRUTH!... AND I CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT IT!

What's next?!? Me knowing exactely how to save Mewlt but not remembering how? Me, in truth, having the way to free all the Legendaries right there but not being able to remember how? Me, having the way to bring that traitor I can't remember about to justice?

I... I hate myself so much! I... She... she is Mew and yet... she is right, she is not. WON'T I REMEMBER ANYTHING?!?

... shock therapy.

My head aches from slamming my head into the wall... but maybe in my frustration, I found the way. The brain can react to trauma in strange ways after all... maybe it will trigger my memory?

HMPH!

BANG! BANG!

BANG! BANG!

UGH! ACK! MY HEAD HURTS! NO GOOD! Can't remember... so dizzy... STUPID!

BANG!

BAAANG!

cough... cough... if my body is too weak... if I am to destroy myself here and now... then so be it. I will remember or die trying! I need to remember! I MUST!

BANG!

BANG!

...?!?

"Please... stop..." I'm so dizzy... red cover my vision... I can see Mew, holding me by the arm, worry in her eyes, shaking her head... "Please... don't hurt yourself... I have been stupid. It's not your fault... it's not your fault..."

"I did this to you... but I can't even remember why!" I stated... but her kindness stopped me. "It's not your fault, Mewtwo... it's not your fault..."

"I'm... I'm so confused. I feel horrible for what I did to you... and yet, I feel so happy for knowing you still live... and yet... I..." I stopped, realizing I knew absolutely nothing...

She just got climbed on me and hugged me. Her embrace had a magical effect of sorts. I felt all tension leave my nerves and I just allowed the warmth to invade my body... "It's not your fault, Mewtwo... it's not your fault..." she repeated, her kind and loving voice slowly driving the infernal questions and nightmares away...

I slowly wiped the blood off my face and used my powers to close the wound. It's what Mew would have... what Mew wants. I held Mew in my arms, petting her... "Let us return to Eliza's room..." my mate slowly nodded...

I slowly resumed the march toward the room, holding her in my arms. She was about the same size as in my memories which is about half my size. Although her shape was different, I knew it was my love, Mew. Yet... I also knew it was Cherlie, my son's love.

I felt guilty, thinking of my son, sure that he would be hurt to know that I would feel such feelings for the one he loves with all of his heart... but I cannot stop myself. In a way, it is the same for both of us. This love is toward my love, my son's mother... yet, this same being is, on top of being his mother, also his lover. It is so awkward, both of us loving the same female and yet, loving different females at the exact same time...

As we made it to the room, I used my powers to open the door and then, remembering the layout of the room, made it quietly to the same spot as last night... My mate slowly climbed off me and I laid down before her... and I seen her, look at me, that same nervosity and confusion filling her soul... "I want to lie down by your side... to grab into your body and feel your warmth... and yet..."

I smiled to her... time to comfort her like she comforted me... "Mew... you are my mate. You want to lie down by your mate's side. It is totally normal. Lie down and feel my warmth... The night is cold. Cherlie will sleep well in the arms of her friend..." my answer brought a smile to the beautiful face of Love herself. She slowly lied down near me and I wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her good night... "Sleep well... Mew... and Cherlie..."

As she slowly closed her eyes... so did I... and we both drifted into peaceful sleep...

...

Strangely enough, the light did not come this morning. In a way, I expected that with my love sleeping at my side, that her radiant Light would reach out to the sun and turn it into a hand of sorts that would have reached out to me and petted me in the morning, waking me gently.

Yet, when I woke up, I felt perfectly at home. The inky black color of my element greeted me, the cold, icy feelings dwelling within coursing my heart. The morning was so dark that for a moment, I thought I woke up in the middle of the night... but as I noticed Eliza, Chirp, and Siryx were up, I assumed it was a very dark day... a very, very dark day.

I slowly uncurled and, using both my hands and powers, lifted my heavy frame off the floor. The room was dimly lit, the lamps in the ceiling barely able to get through this dark veil. I know that regular human lamps are very weak compared to sunshine but still, this was ridiculous! Making sure not to step on anything or anyone by mistake, I walked to the window and looked outside.

Outside, the sea was not calm at all and the sky was dark blue, almost black, a massive blanket of clouds covering the sky as far as I can see.

Usually, I would have been pleased to bathe in my element... but those clouds... they had a familiar, ominous feel to them. I felt that they weren't natural and while I would have easily dismissed this thought normally... fact is, I am a psychic Pokemon on top of being the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness. I may be unable to see into the future but I sure can feel wicked feelings and negative feelings... and all of my soul is burning, I tell you! Something bad is going to happen, I am sure of it!

As I turned back to all the others, I noticed that the general atmosphere was a tense one. Cherlie maybe had Mew's soul but she was still a Minun. Likewise, despite their blood, Eliza and Siryx have no psychic abilities. Even Chirp, who had nothing truly unique to his nature, had this feeling within him. Whatever was causing this feeling of unease was a really powerful force... that or we're just bothered by the weather. It is stupid but sometimes, bad weather can affect the mind of people. Don't remember who said that or if it was something I observed and frankly, that was not important at the moment.

Eating breakfast did not help. Even Chirp was silent as we ate our breakfast and the experience of taste did not cause excitement within me, I suggested exploring the ship but nobody accepted. Likewise, all of us refused the suggestions of others.

So... we spent the day in the room.

Waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and waiting... and just to change things, we waited some more.

After two seconds, I was bored and stressed. The air was as heavy as lead and that murky darkness was absolutely not that pleasing power I was accustomed to. It was a hostile darkness, one which pulses within me and made me feel awful. Chirp's face turned green as if he was going to feel sick. He stumbled back and forth, covered in bandages, the reminders of what had happened yesterday. Cherlie and Siryx, likewise, didn't seemed well too.

Then, there was the awful silence... and nobody spoke. Just not a single word. Eliza, who was normally a hyperactive human child, was as comatose as a Slowpoke. Siryx didn't ask to play. Cherlie was every bit as negative as her electricity's polarity.

All this made me crazy after only two minutes and yet, it lasted on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on... and on and on and on... and on and on and on AND ON!!!

What? Only dinner? I felt as if I had been in this room for several centuries! I don't remember exactely but years flew by faster than those stupid hours! I...

Well, no need to do anything rash. I decided to lie down and sleep. I closed my eyes and slowly, let myself drift to sleep... but the darkness betrayed its master. The peaceful void did not greet me. I remained there, wide awake, curled in a ball, looking like an idiot and feeling like an idiot. So... I just waited, eyes closed. The darkness will be more interesting than the dullness of the room...

...

... actually, not at all. I opened my eyes and then, decided to try and remember. I wondered about my past and yet, no thought came to me. I turned to Eliza and asked her how much time passed since dinner.

WHAT?!? Six pathetic minutes?!?

I'm going to go insane if this continue on!!!

More waiting... waiting... waiting... boredom... boredom...

I HATE IT! Oh my love, oh my Mew! An eternity is not as long as this!... and they say time is set, always flowing foward? LIARS! I am convinced that time slow down when one is bored! Absolutely sure of it! It is absolutely impossible for this to be the normal flow of time! Time flew by yesterday! How could the day last so long, making me insane, if time truly flow in an equal way all the time?

Hmph... why am I being angered? What is irritating me so much? I shall simply... wait. I am patient. There is no need to rush. The boat will soon each its destination...

...

BOOOOOOOM!!!

BANG!

OW!

What was that deafening explosion that rocked the boat and sent me flying in the wall? No time to worry about my mere rising headache. I blasted myself with psychic energy, flying into the door. I slammed it open with my powers and flew at top speed toward the exterior.

Humans and Pokemon around, screaming in terror... and a familiar feeling... I have the feeling I know what caused this explosion...

As I kicked the door to the exterior wide open and stepped on the deck, I was greeted by...

... YOU?!?

Hovering just next to the ship on massive hand-shaped wings, a massive black dragon Pokemon that was quite larger than I was. Its familiar red eyes pierced into my own gaze... and I recognized him...

... the friend from the vision... Shadow Lugia.

"Shadow Lugia... I thought you were dead..." I said, unable to think of anything since the shock of seeing him was too great.

I saw him in the vision... he was dead... and yet...

ROOOOOOOAR!!!

HUH?!?

ACK!

ZAAAAAAAAAAP!!!

HA!

I deflected the Hyper Beam he shot at me, using my powers to make it disappear. I... "I don't understand... Why? Why are you attacking me?!?"

BAM!

His massive frame landed on the deck, making it tilt slightly toward the sea as he pointed at me with an accusing finger... "You have... abandoned us... You have... doomed us."

I... I don't remember about doing that! "Shadow Lugia... I remember that we were friends. How could I abandon a friend?" I asked.

"SHUT UP!!!" boomed the creature in its loud, slightly feminine voice. I remembered that he was half-dragon and half-bird and that as such, his voice was quite high-pitched despite the appearances. However... what little I remember of him... his voice was not like this. I can feel the suffering in his voice. His voice is shaky, his whole body seems to be trembling slightly. I wonder what happened to him.

"While you were in a cozy little Pokeball, lying down at a HUMAN's feet and meowing like a stupid PET, you have let me rot in that city! I needed your help... I was injured... but you never came! No! You forsake your very soul, remaining at a dirty human's side!" I... !!! He... was not dead?!? Bu... bu... but... I came back to Dark Vortex! He was there! He was dead!

But then, I remembered something...

The battle where the city was destroyed happened years ago. Yet, Shadow Lugia's body had remained intact...

A dead body rot and decay. Shadow Lugia's body... did not.

He was... alive...

I looked down, realizing my own foolishness. "Shadow Lugia... I was not..." "SHUT UP!!!" he screamed, his voice making the whole boat shake as he interrupted me. "YOU SHALL PAY! You... YOU TRAITOR!"

I seen him open his mouth and gather energy inside of it. I shook my head. "No... I do not wish to fight." I stated, hoping he would listen... but well, I was foolish.

As he fired, I blasted myself to the side, dodging the incoming stream of purple energy as it made a hole through the floor. I am foolish. Do I really expect Shadow Lugia to listen to me after he remained, hurt, lying in a ruined city, surrounded by the dead, many being former friends, alone, for years? It is understandable that he would hate me. I realize that I must tell him what happened... but in his current state, he won't listen to me. I must calm him down... and there are not two thousands ways to do it!

It is painful to fight a friend... but this is for his good. I concentrated, placing my hands together. It is time to clip the dragon's wings.

"DIE TRAITOR!!!"

This time, I was ready for his attack as he breathed a mix of ice blades and Shadow energy at me. Concentrating all of my psychic power into the bubble of distorted space and time I formed between my hands, I created a Shadow Ball and then, with all of my strength, I thrown it at his attack.

I seen the sphere slowly fly through, deflecting the energy harmlessly all around it as it cancelled out Shadow Lugia's attack. I did not wait for the hit to register and closed my eyes, letting my psychic powers "see" for me as I tapped into my soul...

I remembered... the hatred... the single-minded fury that I felt when I was a fool possessed by fake promises and teachings. This fool's hatred of all that is good... I remembered how it felt... and let it rise. I am feeling this fury... I am... angry... I let the hatred flow in my veins...

I... hate... everything. I hate this boat... I hate this sky... I HATE SHADOW LUGIA! Oh the Hatred! THE POWER!

I opened my eyes! Now, you fool! You shall taste my wrath! Now that my negative feelings are burning anew, so do the power of Darkness! The purple Shadow energy flames, my aura... do you see it? DO YOU SEE IT? Those are the signs of your imminent DOOM!!!

BOOM!

Shadow Lugia, the fool, stepped a bit backward as the attack struck him. I seen his eyes glow as the Shadow flames emerged as well, wrapping around his body. "HMPH! Is that all you got? Is that all the Dark Lord got? THEN ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU WHAT A REAL ATTACK!!!" he yelled, gathering his own power.

... but he won't unleash it if I defeat him first! I gathered all of my overwhelming rage into the shadows formed by all things and then, lifted them off the ground and wrapped them around my body, like a cape. As the icy cold shadows surrounded me, I tapped into the terror of those stupid, foolish humans! Yes! Feed me with power! FEED ME WITH YOUR RAGE!

ROOOOOAR!!!

FWOOOOOOOSH!!!

That bastard shot his trademark move at me. At this moment, I lifted myself off the ground as the whole deck was reduced to rubbles, the very boat swaying dangerously as the massive hurricane of Shadow energy and air was trying to tear me apart. Do you think I will let you destroy me? Do you think I will let your Shadow Areoblast kill me? I don't care if the wind is so strong that it feels like thousands of blades on my skin... FOR I WILL MAKE IT DISAPPEAR THIS INSTANT!

Gathering my power into my entire body, I grabbed into the imaginary impact point of the wind and folded the air and space, protecting my body with my cape of Dark Power while I did so.

... U... URG...

THE... WIND... IS... STRONG...

... URGH... HMPH...

I... WILL... NOT... FAIL!!!

"YAAAAAARG!!!"

YES! I was able to redirect the entire attack into a single point in space... into the palm of my hand! The Dark Power and psychic energy redirected all of the Shadow Areoblast into a small sphere as Shadow Lugia's eyes widened in fear and surprise. YES! You are right to be afraid! Be afraid! BE VERY AFRAID!

I grabbed into the sphere with my two hands. Now... FACE MY WRATH!!!

HAAAA!!!

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!

"NOOOO! IMPOSSIBLE!!!" screamed my enemy as the gigantic beam of Shadow energy overloaded his body and burnt his scales, his entire shape deforming from the sheer strength of the attack that was striking him.

... and then, as I finished channeling the power, the dragon seemed to weaken. He breathed heavily, his shape covered in red as his entire body seemed to have half-melted. He's a persistent, annoying enemy! Still standing after I reflected his attack with double the strength back at him? HMPH! Regardless, you are finished! FINISHED, I TELL YOU!

I flew toward him at full speed, unsheathing my claws and channeling all of the shadows into them. Now... I shall TEAR YOU APART!

He chirped in a mix of surprise and despair and tried to shield his face as I came closer. Your pain... IS MY PLEASURE! HAHAHAHAHA!!!

SLASHSLASHSLASH!!!

Blood... BLOOD!!! HAHAHAHA!!!

SLASHSLASHSLASH!!!

YES YES YES! I WILL TEAR YOU APART!!!

SLASHSLASHSLAH!!!

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY! HAVE MERCY!" I'M NOT LISTENING!!!

SLASHSLASHSLASH!!!

"ARG!"

BAM!

He's down... DOWN! Now... I SHALL CLAIM YOUR SOUL! I... I WILL...

"Mewtwo!" WHO ARE YOU?!? I HATE YOU! GRRRR... ? Wha... what?

Cherlie?... Mew?

Why... are you so sad... why...

... URGH! AAAAARG! THE PAIN! I... NooooOOOO! My... POWER! I... I kneeled down, unable to control it. AAAAAAAH!!! I'm burning! THE SORROW! THE SUFFERING! THE REGRETS! MAKE THEM GO AWAY! Nooo...

I... I'm crying... The tears... whole body... exploding in dark flames... overloaded... Soaked up... too much anger... too much fear... Can't... control myself...

I'm... I feel as I was going to die from the sheer pain... I... I can barely think... AAAAAARG!!! "I'M SO SORRY! PLEASE! THE PAIN! MAKE IT GO AWAAAAAAAY!!!" AAAAAAARG! MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE! WAAAAAH!!!

UUUUURGH! I... Please... anybody... ANYBODY!!!

"CHERLIE! SIRYX! Don't get any closer!"

I... I turned to Mew. She is so distant... so far... her eyes glow... Please Mew... help me... I beg of you... heal my soul...

She grabbed into me... and... and I... I closed my eyes...

The anger... the sorrow... the regrets... the terror... they were all so strong... too strong. I felt as if I was going to die... but then, I remembered something else... The happiness... the hope... the love... the joy... distant feelings which I did not feel.

"I love you Mewtwo... now and forever..." Mew closed her eyes and slowly, so did I... and I felt...

...

... she's pouring her heart into mine... and I'm pouring my heart into hers... Oh... Oooooh... Mew... Meeew... Mew...

...

I... I love you too... Mew...

We both opened our eyes and then, I seen it, a tear on her cheek... and her happy smile. "I love you too... Mew." I petted her... but then, it felt so very awkward... and I knew I had said something wrong.

Cherlie ran away, crying loudly, her soul ripped apart. She was Cherlie... and yet, she was Mew... and yet... she was both and at the same time, neither.

I turned to look at Shadow Lugia... and I seen him, his shape mangled beyond recognition, the wooden rubbles under him colored crimson. His red eyes stared into mine as he struggled to breathe. His injuries were serious... I truly went beserk on him... and I feel so sorry from it... so much regret from the horrible thing I did to... a friend.

I slowly hovered to him and placed my hand on his head, petting him... "The humans... unmade my soul, Shadow Lugia..." I explained. "I couldn't think... I couldn't remember. I only came back recently... and I could not remember. I was convinced you were dead... if only I had remembered... Please forgive me..."

"So... it was true..." he said, immense pain in his eyes. "... I... I preferred to believe you to be an enemy than... than to believe you had fallen. I... I had too much faith in you to believe you could have fallen. I preferred to think you had forsaken me rather than to think that a human could have overcome you..."

I smiled... in a way, it is touching. He had too much respect for me... too much faith in me to believe that I could fall. He was thinking that I was invincible... and preferred to see himself as forsaken rather than accept my fall. But it is not important anymore...

"My Lord... I... I was so lonely... so... sad. During the great battle, my wings and my legs were broken. I collapsed, unable to get up. I was so close to death my chest did not move anymore and yet... I lived. I... I seen all of my friends... one by one... die around me. I saw your fortress and its inhabitants doomed and then... I lied among them, condemned to decay among them. I was so sad... so crushed that even long after my body healed, I did not dare get up. My life... was over, master. I wanted to die among those I once loved... in the place I once called home... but you removed my ability to die long ago. So... I lied down, suffering and wallowing in sorrow..." he explained... and his words reached my heart. I felt... such disgust toward myself and such sadness... I wanted to comfort him and yet... it is done. It can never unmade...

... but then, I remembered something. Mew... she told me something someday...

The past cannot be undone. We must overcome our sorrow and carry on. The dead must be remembered and honored in the steps of the living. The past live on in the wake of the future.

... I like this saying. There is much wisdom in it.

I remembered the memory of a strange feeling... kindness.

As I continued to pet the black dragon, a smile much unlike me came to me... "It is over Shadow Lugia... You have atoned for your sins. Let us move on toward the future... toward our new home."

At this moment, the dragon almost burst into tears. "You are so kind, master! So kind... I am not worthy... I am not worthy..." I shook my head. "You are worthy. Every being is worthy of being happy..." I stated.

I turned to Eliza as she looked at us in confusion, alongside Chirp. Siryx, him, smiled. He was young but his mind was sharp and his heart was sensitive. There will be much to explain...

As I turned to the sky, I welcome the gentle light of the sun as the dark clouds left and as hope returned...

=TO BE CONTINUED