Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Fragmented Bloodlines ( Chapter 26 )

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

OFF: How long was the wait? Months?... a year, even? A long time has passed and many new fics were made... but despite it all, I did not forget about this fic. I do not know if people will read through this newest chapter... but if someone does read it, then know that a lot of effort has went into this and that hopefully, this chapter mark the beginning of a new serie of updates.

Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 26: Fragmented Bloodlines
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It is my belief that through her semi-rebirth, my love meows to me from beyond the grave. I do not know whenever it might be simple mental images crafted by my mind or the whispers of her shattered soul... but in the darkness, when I close my eyes and allow my soul to drift, I can hear her meowing through the winds, her voice echoing through the waves of existence as if she was still truly there.

I am a Legendary Pokemon, a soul directly linked to the very essence of all things... and thus, it is normal for my limited mind to come into contact with my own unlimited powers. Thus, I, power in flesh, feel and see through the restraints of my own spirit. Surprisingly, this soul is my one true weakness, the one thing that make me alike to the mortals, to the beings whose existence and influence upon the time-space continuum are limited.

Yet... my soul is my most precious belonging. It is through it that I think and feel. It is through it that I can actually choose to give form to the power that I am and actually decide to do so according to a vision, a dream, an ambition. Those restraints, ironically enough, do cause my unlimited power to be limited in its output but also cause it to reach its full potential. Without my soul, I would be nothing more than an elemental force and ironically, although truly almighty, I would become the tool of beings with souls. It is through my limited perceptions that I become a being of existence and thus, rise to the state of a Legendary Pokemon.

However... I know that as great a gift my soul is, it also means that I can be harmed and even unmade, as impossible as it might sound.

But most of all... never had I thought that I could ever be what others call 'weak'.

My time spent under the control of Giovanni's descendant damaged my soul to a greater extend than I had originally imagined. Under his cruel rule, my memories vanished and erroneous concepts were forced upon me.

But the damage dealt was greater than just giving me pain. Not only was I robbed from the memories and feelings I treasured so much... but my very state as a Legendary Pokemon was shattered.

I am a Legendary Pokemon, an embodiment of this world's trait... but I am also a soul. A soul, even if wielding the greatest of powers, must know how to interface with this power in order to be truly powerful.

I now realize... that such knowledge is lost.

Too long have I been satisfied of merely a few psychic powers and a little Shadow trick once in a while. I have been walking around, looking like little more than a glorified Shadow Alakazam, not even realizing I was a fool. But before my own former servant, Illumina, I saw... true power.

Illumina... was... no, is ferocious, tireless, incredible, horrific even. The sheer raw power that she wielded blew me away in such a way that I couldn't believe it. How could a former servant, this undead Umbreon, a mere mortal Pokemon, unleash greater power than I, the very Devil Pokemon, the dark deity of darkness?

I now realize that I was a fool.

In the depths of the laboratory, I was cut off of my own mind. The Darkness, with which I was once synchronized, is now a stranger to me. I see Darkness as a power to use... but such should not be the case. I am hatred, I am anger, I am the very Darkness in all things... and yet, here I was, wagging my finger and using the Shadow Energy like a set of cards a silly human 'magician' uses to impress naive crowds.

How utterly laughable and sad.

As I stood, kneeling before my own servant, I realized why she was so powerful and why I was so weak. She is one of the four Arch-Demon Pokemon... she went through the nine Circles of Dark Vortex, bathing into the very Shadow Energy Streams all over the world, her soul touching the very currents of hatred fueled by and powering every negative emotion in the Pokemon World. This 'mere Umbreon' learnt of how people felt, learnt of how to feel for them, she learnt to become the people... to become the people's anger, its very embodiment.

I now realized that I was nothing but a common Shadow Pokemon while she was one of the very incarnations of darkness.

I was the inferior one... and I was and am still filled with intense, bitter shame.

I have been so foolish... so vain. What kind of irresponsible being have I been? What would Mew say? What would Memoria, if she had Mew's memories, would say? My dear servants... what would even the immature Eliza say if she realized my foolishness?

All of these questions lead to a single, more important one... How can I save Mewlt from a power I can no longer understand?

...

Although it is difficult, I must stand on my own. Yes, I do feel shame from this realization but to give up and whine will not accomplish anything.

I have lost my powers, growing into little more than a glorified Shadow psychic Pokemon? Then it is up to me to grasp once again the power that is mine and to rebecome worthy of my title as a Legendary Pokemon.

It seems like the road is now clear. The course of action has been determined, now.

...and it is also convenient that those thoughts became clear at the same moment our break ended.

The surroundings are familiar. I have been here before... but then, considering, have I not seen every part of this world already? I have lived for so long after all... and well, it is not as if my life was going to end anytime soon if at all. Yet... I still expect to be surprised and the changes through time make some places unrecognizable despite the fact that they are quite gradual when I think about it... usually, that is.

"You're a spoiled kitty, you knew that?" this out of place comment came from the chick to my left. Seems like he was still as clueless as ever. "I mean... the trainer is right. Why do you insist on travelling outside with that ridiculous thing on you?"

Oh, the 'ridiculous thing'. Well, I already explained my point thousands of times before. I know that no matter how many times I explain it, it will never truly be acknowledged but still, the alternative is them bugging me for hours on end. Considering this trip will still take many days, it is not an acceptable option. Thus... well, I'll try again... sigh...

"As I explained at least two hundred times before, I will not go into any kind of Pokeball. Now, my point is that I am a Legendary Pokemon. Just the sight of me would have caused us to be all over the news and considering that the entire continent of Kanto is in an uproar due to the champion seeking his daughter, who happens to be your trainer, we cannot afford to draw much more attention to ourselves," I explained, awaiting the predictable reply.

"...what?" chirped the bird, not understanding half of what I said, even tilting his head to the right in the same way as all the other times. I know that I should be happy I guessed his reaction right but then, it is an annoying reaction meaning there is not much to celebrate about.

"Look... humans mustn't see me and I can't go in a Pokéball. So, I hide myself under a cloak. You understand?" I hope that this version was simple enough for the chick Pokemon.

"...Chirp confused." UGH! What's wrong with that kid? Considering the state of its mind, I can guess that he refused to acknowledge my explanation for the same reason as all the other times: he simply cannot grasp the notion of a Pokemon not wanting to go into a Pokéball.

...but then, Siryx being out of his Pokéball is a given to Chirp. Why can't that bird come to the same conclusion toward me? I AM a Legendary Pokemon after all! Aren't there legends and myths and other stupid beliefs carried on by all beings about how we are gods and thus, are not meant to be caught and all this kind of religious non-sense?

This is all so annoying! Why can't all creatures grasp basic logical concepts? Is the average level of intelligence for creatures truly this low?... or is that bird simply cursed with a definitely sub-average ability to understand concepts that go beyond mere instinctive notions? Regardless, he is acting in a way that can be identified as "stupid" and it is making a dent in my patience. Actually, I will throw subtlety out of the window. He's driving me MAD!

But well... I will not take the time to try and explain how I feel and what he should do in simple terms he can understand for I now noticed one thing. We are out of the city and it is getting dark.

"Everyone, I think we should stop here." Fortunately, everyone did stop. Hmmm... why was I expecting people not to listen to me? I should have more confidence...

"What is it, Mewtwo?" asked the human child, everyone now looking at me. Good. Now, I shall state what appears to be an evidence to me and what is the recommended course of action.

Thus, I pointed toward the sky. More exactly, toward the setting sun. Then, I sent my message to everyone. "We have left Fuchsia City a few hours ago and well, it's still a long journey to Lavender Town, the closest access route to Saffron City. Thus, we should set up camp and prepare for the night."

Considering everyone's expressions, they noticed it too... and then, for a reason I know not, Eliza sighed. I am not sure I want to know why. I have a feeling I will hate it. Yet, I also have this feeling I will learn the reason regardless of if I want it or not.

"We shouldn't have left so early. We should have spent the rest of the day at the Pokemon Center and then slept there. I knew leaving the city as soon after we arrived was a bad idea," she whined much to my displeasure.

Looks like she still sees this as a regular journey and still does not realize the dangers we are exposing ourselves to. Thus, I will explain again. Hopefully, her ability to grasp concepts is sufficiently above Chirp's so that I may not have to explain five times before she understands half of what I said.

"You have run away from your home and your father happens to be the world's very champion of the Pokemon League. It is obvious that he will seek to locate us and bring an early end to our journey. For safety purposes, we should avoid staying anywhere near cities as much as possible."

Just as expected, she didn't understand. Before she even voiced out her predictable reply, so predictable even a non-psychic creature with half a brain would have predicted it, I decided to interrupt her and explain it in simpler terms.

"I mean that Selven can track us down as long as we stay in the boundaries of cities. Thus, we should stay away from cities as much as we can."

Well, this time, she understood. Still, she had complaints to say about my explanation. Considering the time of the day and my current mood as well as how it is not relevant to our journey, I think I shall spare myself the trouble and remind her of the situation at hand.

"Do not waste your breath. We should just set up camp before it gets too dark." Well, looks like I am successful. Eliza is now being silent anew.

"HMPH!" Huh?... oh. Looks like Chirp has something to say. How annoying...

"What is troubling you, now?" For the sake of all that is holy and unholy, as well as for my own sake and that of my deceased mate, may this child have a complaint that will NOT cause an argument that will last for many, many hours!

...

...hmm...

...

...no reply. Okay. Fine. Although I know there is something on your mind, I will just assume that you have a problem with your feathers and that in truth, everything is going fine according to you. It will save me a lot of stress so... there. I rest my case.

Now back to Eliza...

"COUGH COUGH!"

"WHAT NOW?" Well, that is both surprising and somewhat pleasant to learn. Looks like I'm not the only one bothered by that feathered beach ball! Siryx is now off Eliza's shoulders, facing Chirp. Considering his expression, I guess he is quite sick of Chirp's constant complaints.

"Huh? What's wrong Siryx? Why are you off Eliza?" That was a stupid question, sir feathered beach ball. Now that I think of it, stop eating five times your weight in Pokemon food. It might help your cause if you didn't look like an inflatable Torchic toy filled to the brim with auto-expanding gel.

Then... the two just stood there. I guess it must be a staring contest of sorts.

...

...

...hmm...

Silence... and not a movement, I think I can hear the wind and random Pokemon doing whatever random wild Pokemon do.

...

...err...

...

...well...

...

...this is now officially awkward. How long is that going to last? Usually, a staring contest ends when one Pokemon or both blink but in this case, they blinked many times and yet, are still at it. What's wrong with them?

...

...hmm... maybe I should use my powers? But then, that is quite a bit impolite. But then... how will they know? My powers are great and my skills equally amazing which means that I can introduce myself in their minds without even noticing. In fact... I could just forget it and just use my powers as the embodiment of all darkness to sense their feelings.

...why choose one option? I'll do both. They are simple Pokemon. Getting in their minds and analyzing their feelings is a piece of cake.

Hmm...

...

Interesting! I wonder how to put it into words. I can see a stream of frustration, confusion, and hesitation coming from Siryx. It's strange how the feelings of people can make them appear differently from what they are... for example, although Chirp is truly standing upright, he seems like he is tilting his head to the left considering his aura and...

...wait a minute. He truly IS tilting his head to the left! How utterly laughable! How could I forget my eyes were still open? What was I thinking? Why am I concerning myself over such a silly detail? Maybe I truly am bored all the way to Dark Vortex by this staring contest already.

Nevertheless, I grow bored of this. Let facts become straight and may we set up camp already!

"Why?" A simple word from the stupid feathered fool. I can also sense a flow of bitter, burning frustration coming from his mind... a frustration that, if my perceptions are not too flawed, might be about me, Siryx, or Eliza... or maybe two of us?... or maybe three? Hmmm... I definitely need more practice and more memories.

"Why what?" snapped the little Pichu, his tone just as dry and cold as a few seconds ago. Not surprising. This is logical behavior for most creatures... although for some reason, looking at Cherlie... no, Cherlie isn't like that. Maybe I am thinking of another being?

...oh, yes, Mew. I remember that one of the reasons she is so intriguing is that she defies logic when it comes to her behavior. Hmm... I wonder if Cherlie is similar to her in this way. I have not noticed and well, thinking about it, I am not so sure... does Cherlie have amazing, logic-defying mood swings?

But I'm wandering into my own thoughts again. Back to the matters at hand!

"You're... you're a bunch of meanies!" squawked Chirp and man, that was bitter! Not only did his feathers fluster giving him the looks of a feral Fearow but he spat the words in such a venomous, acid tone!... and good Legendary Pokemon! That huge surge of pure, raw, undiluted rage! I felt it oozing all over the area and creeping up my feet, my whole body tingling with a cold and somewhat awkward feeling as I felt myself so bothered yet so pleased. This anger, this wrath... and in such pure form. Obviously, the bird must have been suppressing much frustration for that outburst to be so violent.

"Am not!" Of course, the little Siryx could not feel such a delicate, complex surge of negative emotions and reacted in a childish way. Well, I won't blame him for confusing this outburst with a common childish 'You're a meanie!' insult.

...and well, although I might not be the greatest expert when it comes to handling children, I believe that this little outburst will lead to a meaningless, empty 'yes no' argument.

...why do I suddenly think of Mew? Yes, Mew IS not an exactly conventional female but I do think that I and her wouldn't get into such childish arguments... or is it? Why am I suddenly not sure anymore? This is ridiculous! I would never stand a female who is childish enough to use such laughable insults as "meanie" and get into pointless arguments where each opponent only yell a single word at each others repeatedly!

Brr... shrugging the thought aside, I will stop this stupid argument right here and now.

"Now..."

"NOBODY ASKED YOU, MISTER GIANT BUBBLE FINGERS!"

"NOBODY ASKED YOU, BONY ARMS CAT!"

...! WHAT?!? What did they call ME?!?

...err... well... I should have... maybe... expected that.

Sigh...

Why did I do this? Why did I not remember that only idiots step in-between two enraged Pokemon and try to reason with them?

...ugh. I guess that what people say about me is true... I truly lack what people call 'common sense'.

Well, at least, although I might not have 'common sense', I still act in a more logical way than most creatures and possess amazingly superior intelligence! So I say to you, inferior beings, HA!

But well, for now, I shall wait and see if anything will happen...

"Why?" After a short moment of silence, the baby chicken resumed.

"Why what? What's your problem?" asked Siryx, the irritation obvious in his voice. Now, we shall finally see what is bothering that little chick Pokemon...

"Why do you always defend... him?" Chirp pointed at me with his beak. So... he has a problem with me. Considering who I am and my behavior, many things could be bothering him. I wonder what the matter is more exactly...

"Whaaaat?" Siryx obviously didn't get what Chirp was getting to. Patience, little rat, patience... let him finish.

"Why? Why why why?!? He's a Pokemon like all of us! Why is he constantly disobeying and staying out of his Pokéball? What's his problem? Why is he so mean? Eliza is his trainer now! He's not being a good Pokemon!"

Siryx's large ears slowly rose up as his childish face was filled with confusion and slowly, he shook his head.

"Mewtwo's not mean! Yeah, he's annoying... but he's still as nice as he can be to Eliza."

Siryx's reply definitely didn't please Chirp. He glared at the Pichu, his feathers rustling making him look like a red and yellow hedgehog Pokemon. I could even feel it, a little warm feeling at my feet... like flames... flames of Chirp's anger and confusion, the later fueling the former.

"Nice? Who does he think he is, staying out of his Pokeball all the time and talking to Eliza as if she didn't have any authority on him! What does he have against Pokeballs anyway?" he snapped, his words filled with bitterness. Frankly, I never believed that this little chick could ever produce such anger. I am... surprised.

"Chirp!" The Pichu had obviously been offended, snapping back. "Mewtwo is a Legendary Pokemon! They're the creators of the world and all other kinds of stuff I can't understand! It's normal for them not to be in Pokeballs... besides, I'm not in a Pokeball and that doesn't bother you! So don't whine about Mewtwo!"

I expected it to explode into a quick argument like before... but to my surprise, Chirp didn't say anything. Although it looked as if he wasn't doing anything, just glaring, I could sense that such was not the case. Thoughts were swirling in his mind... venomous thoughts. So much pent-up anger... so much pent-up frustration. He's only a child and yet, I feel horrified by how hateful that child manage to be. Maybe to Siryx it might be only a simple argument, even if a big one... but to me, I can feel it... His heart is on fire and it's not in the way of 'being brave'.

"Yeah... what do YOU have against Pokeballs anyway, huh? HUH? You claim you're loyal and all... but I saw you, every time! You big bully! Shocking her, disobeying her! You're not a good Pokemon!"

Siryx's ears rose higher almost to a vertical position and his eyes widened as I felt something. It was weird, as if I had heard a cannonball smashing into a glass statue without actually hearing it, the shockwave blazing through my body leaving me chilled for some reason. Then, slowly, the Pichu's ears lowered themselves and placed almost behind his head, his expression turning into a big frown and his right eye beginning to twitch slightly. Looks like Chirp struck a sensitive spot!

"I-I'M A GOOD POKEMON! I'm loyal to Eliza! I serve her the best I can! TAKE THAT BACK!"

The chick was left unimpressed and simply snarled. "Then why do you stay out of your Pokeball?"

Quickly enough, Siryx's eye stopped twitching as his expression changed. I guess that anyone else would have felt pity for him seeing his current expression. I also felt chilled a second time as a slower shockwave went through me. Was this... shame?

"I... well... that's because I don't like it in there..."

The chick rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. You know... I'm beginning to dislike that chicken, all things considered.

"That's not a reason! Besides, how can you not like it? It's all dreamy and green and swirly and pretty in there! Every Pokemon at every Pokemon Center I've went say similar stories, except for the occasional weirdo! It's beautiful and nice in there! Besides, why do you shock her all the time? That's mean!"

The Pichu stepped back, shaking his head quickly in denial. "No! I-I mean, I only do it when she says stupid stuff! I don't do that to bully her..."

The chick stepped forward, closing the distance between the two until it was almost touching its furry counterpart, his eyes narrowing.

"So... you don't trust our trainer's judgement? You DARE to question her?" that accusing tone...

The Pichu was now emitting a powerful stream by now. I could feel it on my skin. In fact, I could feel it going through me entirely. A constant stream, in a rather chaotic and erratic pattern of waves. Yet, to me, it felt strangely soothing... but also caused me to feel bad, really bad. As Siryx's shame coursed through me, I couldn't help but look down in shame as well. I was parasiting him, using his suffering to fuel my power. What kind of monstrous behavior is that? This is a small child, crying and trying to keep its sobbing in... and what do I do? I could help him, comfort him... and yet, I stand idly, feeding on his shame. But the worst is... that I don't care. I know deep down that I want to see the end of this argument more than I wish for him to calm down... and this thought fill me with shame. I'm... a monster.

"N-No! I like her! She's my friend! I would never dare to betray her! I-I..." he was in tears now, Chirp's glare becoming sharper.

"You liar! Liar! LIAR!" the louder the bird was, the more it hurt the mouse. It was becoming increasingly harder for him to keep himself from sobbing, I could feel it.

"NO! NO NO NO!"

"TRAITOR! BULLY! MEANIE!"

And then, Siryx burst into tears, Chirp now screaming so that Siryx might still hear him despite his loud sobs.

The power... it courses through my whole body. It is so intense... such hatred... such sadness... such shame... I... I...

Why am I just standing there?

"That's enough."

...hmmm... I was ignored. Let's try in a more "obvious" manner.

BOOOOOM!

Well, I guess that did not go unnoticed since everyone is now looking at me. Not surprising considering I detonated a huge Shadow Ball just between the two child Pokemon. Now that everyone is silent...

"Eliza. You must probably wonder why your Pokemon were so frustrated, right?" I Looking at her, considering her wobbly eyes and that huge, deep frown, I must be right. That silence also says a whole lot about the situation, considering... "There are problems among your Pokemon, Eliza..."

"Problems?" she asked.

Indeed, problems. I nodded as an answer and continued.

"Chirp was raised, believing that a Pokemon must remain in its Pokeball and obey its trainer while Siryx believe that a Pokemon can be the friend of a human without being in its Pokeball. Do you understand?"

Eliza nodded quickly, visibly nervous and then, hesitating, shook her head instead. I understand her confusion, I can understand why she is sad and distressed by this situation. I know such things. This is a complicated issue. She is not prepared for such a problem...

"Look. I don't care about what you think of Pokeballs and what not!" That was Cherlie. At times, I really think that I must have imagined all of this. She almost a true copy of my mate, almost a rebirth even... and yet, such a sharp tongue! Ouch! I have no memory of Mew shooting down people in such a way... but then, regardless of the fact that she does hold my love's memories and can assume her form, it is obvious that she is a different being. It's just... that the reminder is quite brutal at times.

"You, Siryx!" she pointed at the Pichu accusingly. His ears dropped as he felt like crying again, Chirp smirking. "Keep those complaints in your head and don't bother us or I'll shock you. Am I clear?"

Chirp opened his beak to say something nasty and sarcastic... but was interrupted by the Minun, now pointing at him, her face deformed with a VERY angry frown, one that I find quite disturbing in intensity. Man, for a mortal, she sure can scold and look scary when doing so!

"You, Chirp!" The little chick closed its mouth, making itself as tiny as possible... "Shut the fuck up!"

And with that said, she turned back to Eliza. "Mewtwo. Tell miss beginner trainer that her Pokemon won't do anymore in-fighting. We're done here."

Well, that was interesting. "Very well, Cherlie," I meowed before turning to Eliza and clearing my throat.

"Eliza. Your Pokemon will not argue anymore. You can rest easy." I said, this time via telepathy so she could understand.

Although she's still frowning and is every bit as confused, I sensed acceptance in her mind. Excellent. We wasted enough time already.

"Now... allow me to set up camp for all of us," I said. Eliza opened her mouth to say something but I paid no attention, raising my left hand toward the sky and as I did so, so did pieces of the ground.

Although I was tempted to build us a temporary home out of nowhere, I guess that assembling the basic materials for tents and then creating them for us to sleep in will do and will, most importantly, be a lot less suspicious. So, before the widened eyes of all my fellow party members, I did as such. Before Eliza could pronounce any words, there suddenly was a very large and good-looking tent before all of us.

I stood there, crossing my arms, smirking at their confusion and shock. Am I not amazing?

"That was... incredible!" exclaimed Cherlie.

Yes yes indeed! I AM amazing! Thank you! Even without my Dark Power, my psychic powers are more than magnificent on their own. But well, I AM a Legendary Pokemon! What do you expect out of me except truly amazing feats?

...maybe I shouldn't let such a minor feat boost my ego. It's really no big deal... but well, they're so easily impressed and well, it has been a while since anyone complimented me.

...this is stupid. What do I care? At the end of the day, I'm not closer to my goal. Screw it all.

"I'm going to sleep. Good night."

And with this said, I'm inside of the tent, curled comfortably, well I think, and ready for sleep. Closing eyes, peaceful sleep...

"Man! He really is a clone of Mew! He has mood swings, just like a female!"

I HEARD THAT, CHICKEN LEGS!

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"Meeeew... meeeew... puuurrr... purr..."

Hmmm... dreams can be such a sweet thing. As my memories play within my mind, I can see, hear, and feel her. My mate, my love, my Mew...

She lies down, leaning against me, curled in a ball as I am, myself, curled around her. I pet you and I cannot help but purr as well. Beautiful, graceful Mew...

In a way, I wish the dream could last longer... but the light of day is already pulling me out of my dreaming state. Oh well... reality awaits.

Thus, she fades away from reality as I... awaken?

I can sense the warm light of day and see it through the plastic window... yet, I still feel and see Mew. She is leaning against my chest, breathing slowly as she slept, her chest moving up and down, her heartbeat regular. So real... too real.

I placed my right hand off her back and then, unsheathed one of my claws. Pain brings one out of dreams without fail. Thus, I shall now give this dream the ultimate test...

!!!

I think I drove my claw a bit too deep. That will hurt later...

...

...

...and now, I am officially perplexed. Mew has STILL not disappeared. I can see her, I can feel her, I can hear her. What kind of sick joke is that?

"Meeeew..." and then, she opened her eyes. It's the same innocent-looking eyes as she always had. Is that a flashback?... no, there is no feeling of remembrance, no feeling of deja-vu. This is the present, I am sure of it. It is also not Cherlie. She lacks the paradoxal signature that I felt when she was Memoria.

So... what's going on?

!!!

Errr... errr... meeeew?

"You're so adorable..." she said, stroking my nose and I couldn't help but blush, suddenly feeling so shaky for some reason.

...what am I doing? What the Dark Vortex?

"Teeheehee! You're such a cutie! I wouldn't mind having a kitten or two from you! Teeheehee! See ya!" A wink and then, she's gone, only a slowly-fading trail of pink light showing she ever was there to begin with.

Why is my heart beating so fast? What was that? I... I... UGH! This is so confusing and yet, I feel so... happy. No, that couldn't have been Mew. As long as Memoria exist, Mew cannot be truly be reborn!... so what was this?

Errr... yeah.

So, looking around, nobody's awake yet. I guess it must be early in the morning. Does Eliza have a watch?

...yaaaaawn!

Well, I am officially uncurled and stretched now. Time to see if she does.

Making sure to make no noise, I moved on my four, making sure neither my hands nor feet truly touched the floor as I moved, using my psychic powers to make sure it remained so. Hmmm... ha! She does have one around her wrist! How convenient! Let's see... hmmm...

Barely five-o-clocks and a half. No wonder that no one is awake. I shouldn't be, either... but then, I was not designed in such a way that I need much sleep. In fact, I can live off for weeks with only a few hours of sleep. But well, anyway...

I don't know who that creature was... but it definitely looked like Mew, smelt like Mew, felt like Mew, and threw an embarrassing line at me just like Mew. Yet, it cannot be Mew. An investigation is required and considering that it was able to zoom off like Mew could, it's my guess that it will be probably be more than the others can handle should things spiral out of control. Thus, I must go alone.

Slowly floating out of the tent, I made sure I made no noise, not awakening any-!

...

...phew. Cherlie's ears did twitch but well, there was no reaction nor change in the speed at which she breathed. She's still fast-asleep, thankfully.

Let's resume...

A few centimeters and... there! I'm outside.

Relaxing at this point is tempting but not recommended. Both Cherlie and Siryx are Pokemon with sensitive ears. I must remain silent until I have caught up with that strange lookalike. Thus, I shall keep floating and not say a single word. Not like there's anyone to speak to anyway...

Hmmm... I had not noticed the dawn of day. It truly is beautiful, considering. Even centuries later, I can still find beauty in the peaceful, graceful shades of orange and red as the sun rises into the sky, shining its faint, warm light upon the darkened world. Such a poetic sight...

...anyway. I must move forward.

Where has this being gone? Sure, it did left a trail of pink light, like Mew used to when she dashed around using her powers... but this trail is quick to fade and well, I did took a couple of seconds getting out. If this being is anything like Mew, I can forget about trying to track it down using sight and hearing. Ironically, smell is what I need. One would expect a humanoid being such as me to have a bad sense of smell... but well, just like Mew, I am a cat Pokemon and although my sense of smell is far from being exceptional, it is not too shabby either.

I closed my eyes and then allowed the sense that I used the least to surface...

...sniff... sniff...

Hmmm... I think I can smell that cat. Strange how it smells so exactly like Mew... and weird how it really smells so strongly. It's as if it was just in front of...

Errr...

"Teeheehee! You're sooo funny!"

MEEEEEW!!!

O-o-okay... breathe Mewtwo, breathe... get a hold of yourself.

Well, that was embarrassing. How did it get in my face so quickly anyway?... and without making any noise nor triggering my sixth sense? Really... and why is it giggling like that?

...and well, considering, it's REALLY too close for comfort. All I can see are its eyes... and I'm not sure I'm too comfortable about its face almost touching my own.

"I'm a lucky female, that's for sure!" So it's also female, like Mew was...

Well, that crazy female is off my face now and back turned to me. How interesting. Her color scheme is now revealed by the light and well, considering, it's a difference. While Mew was entirely pale pink, like candy, that new female is pure white with the tip of her feet and tail pink, the same tone of pink that Mew had. But that is the main problem in a way. It's the SOLE difference. Her curves are the same, the tail length is the same, everything is the same! Vortex, the texture was the same, earlier... and her voice is the same, too! What's going on? What kind of doppelganger is she?

"Who are you?" For some reason, I had this strange and extremely displeasing feeling that despite sounding confident, she saw straight through it, just like Mew could. Such an unpleasant feeling...

She turned her head just enough for me to see a rather calm, mysterious smile. How intriguing...

"I'm a Mew. I'm a very rare Pokemon, you know. I never thought I would meet one of my own specie, you know..."

What? A Mew? What kind of joke is that? There is only one Mew,that I am sure of! Through the ages, Mew never had any children before the event of the Cycle of Rebirth and the only child she ever had was our son, Mewlt, who looks actually different from both I and my mate! How can another Mew exist? Unless...

"You were not born naturally, aren't you?"

She slowly nodded. "Sadly... yes. Mews are so rare that it was the only way..." So that explains everything. She's a clone... and one that is identical to the original to a very creepy level. I must have figured that the champion would never accept the loss of his top Pokemon and would plan for such an opportunity...

...still, it's disturbing how good of a clone she is. She is truly...

...err... ugh.

She turned around and this is... oh dear... This is just plain sick and disturbing.

She's absolutely the same. Absolutely the same cuteness, the same curves, the same smile, the same eyes... but with a color scheme that... that...

She's completely white from the front too, except for three parts. Her hands are pink, too... and in-between the legs.

How... twisted.

What were they thinking when they gave her this color scheme? Why not put a target down there alongside with a "cock goes there" sign while they're at it? Twisted, perverted humans!

Ugh... no really but...

HUH?!? Meeew?

"What's the matter, kitty? Never saw a female before?" That soft whisper and that stare... oh no, please no. Not that stare. Please don't. I'm life-mated you freaky...

"Purrr... purrr... purrr... Meeeeew..."

Oh... I'm feeling so... so dizzy... Why? Why is this happening to me? She's just a copy... just a copy... and I know it and yet... and yet, I'm purring and I'm so soft and I feel so... so... so happy. She's rubbing herself against me and... and...

...what is that non-sense? I know I love Mew and have hormones but I cannot feel any positive feelings in truth, all of them being memories that Mew infused within me. She's not Mew, I'm wasting my time.

"You shall..." Huh? How annoying. I was about to grab into her tail and force her to put some distance between myself and her and now, I've gripped thin air? What was that about?

...she must probably have great psychic powers, maybe even equivalent to about eight or ten percents of what Mew used to wield. Guess this is why it is so difficult to grab into her.

"What's the matter, sugar? You were basically melting in my arms... Is something bothering you?" How annoying. I cannot pinpoint her exact location. She must be speaking to me via telepathy from a fair distance.

As for her question, that's an easy one enough. "It's because you're bothering me, fake."

And then, she giggled. It's crazy how that laugh unnerves me. Really... I expected Mew's characteristic giggle to fill me with amusement, even thoughts of romance and yet, just the knowledge that it's coming from a fake cheapens the giggling, making it sound offensive even. In fact, I can safely say that this fake's very existence taunts me.

...but well, I must not give in to sour feelings either. She's a copy, true... but am I not a copy of Mew as well? Yes, I admit that she is similar to Mew to a greatly creepy level... so close that if I didn't already know my mate was dead and didn't remember she was entirely pink, I would have been fooled. I mean... she has her manners and even the same aura!

...or maybe not.

Looking at her, I start to realize why she taunts me so. There's something... missing.

Mew was not only childish and innocent, but she also had a quiet, warm flow of feelings coming out of her, creating a faint aura of pure light. True, this light was only physically visible when she wished for it to be but still, even when it was contained, I always sensed that slight warmth, that slight feeling that whenever I was near her I was at... at... at home, where I belonged...

This being has maybe Mew's personality and feel both in body and in psychic aura but I feel cold looking at her. In fact, as I stare at her, I realize that I can reach out to her and penetrate her soul easily, seeing into her negative feelings. Mew had no negative feelings, her own powers stopping mine in their tracks and embracing my darkness like she hugs into me. But this copy... I can feel her nervosity, her fear, her confusion. I feel powerful and superior to her. That was a feeling I never felt toward Mew, not in such a way anyway.

...

!!!

Okay, I'm angry now! I have felt it, you stupid little ball of fat! I felt the tingling as you DARED to SOUL-RAPE me, you creep! I know you're still reading my thoughts, miscolored freak! Don't you have any manners? Get out of my mind, NOW!

"But why? That pink female always used to do so, too..." I DON'T CARE! That was different! I loved and trusted her!... and besides, I disliked that as well. I only tolerated it. You, however, is a total stranger whom I don't care about!... and why do you act so friendly and all anyway?

"Meeeeeew! You're meeeean!"

...oh dear. Oh my dear...

Well, that's it. I have made everything fall flat. AGAIN. Sadly, I am very skilled when it comes to hurting other creatures' feelings. What a sad state of affairs... Well, she's now floating there, crying loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks as loud cries escaped her throat every time she opened her mouth into wide gasps.

I think... I overdid it. I shouldn't have got so worked up about this. Sure, she IS a creepy copy of Mew... but she didn't know. She now float there, letting her sadness explode out of her, her mind burning and revealing itself to me.

Well, I guess I should calm her down then...

I got closer and slowly, wrapped my arms around her little frame as I closed my eyes and slowly embraced her soul with my own, tasting her sadness and suppressing it. Her sadness... it tasted a bit sweet, like cloud-candy... it reminds me of Mew and I can feel pleasant memories coming to me despite the situation.

There there. Calm down, kitty.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please do not be sad..."

My words are usually useless at calming down most creatures, my voice always inspiring them with dread. However, one such being that was never one of these was Mew. She always seemed to be able to see through my tone and aura, seeing into my thoughts and reading my true intentions. I remember how I used to be frustrated at this... but I eventually accepted it, like most other traits of Mew. I had no idea that this copy would have this ability as well... or maybe I am just imagining things, my voice having been kind at this moment. I do not know. It's always hard to tell, you know...

And now, she is silent, staring up at me. Those tears do not look beautiful on you. I will now remove them.

There. I removed them off your face with my psychic powers.

"Feel better?"

Although she nodded, I could still feel the confusion and sadness within her. She couldn't understand... understand what? I may have an idea but I will not pronounce myself until she speaks herself out.

"Why? Why do you act like this? So kind... then so mean... and now kind anew."

So this is why. Fine. I will explain...

"I apologize. You reminded me of someone else and I reacted strongly. I was conflicted. I'm okay now. Don't worry..."

My answer seemed to satisfy her. Her confusion faded away and I felt her little, delicate frame coming back to life, her energy returning, her hands slowly gripping into my frame as she begun to hug back. The warm feeling that Mew brings me is definitely missing in this being... but I would be a fool to say that her body is not as warm and soft as that of the original. It's truly an amazing copy, all things considered.

"So... do you have a name?"

This is so annoying in a way. That look she gives me... it's so... so... so disgustingly adorable. When I look at her, I see Mew's beauty and thus, I am seduced. Yet, I know she is not Mew and that it is Mew's beauty, not her own, that is actually making me blush. Then, there is the fact that I can't truly feel and that although Mew makes me forget this instantly, she, however, does not.

Oh well... still, looks like I have a new friend may I like it or not.

...

...is it me or is there some kind of multiplication of the Mews? I mean... sheesh! Myself, Memoria... and now this? Oh please.

"Yes, I do. My name is Mewtwo."

That felt awkward. I do not know why. Maybe because that she is just so much like Mew. I often felt somewhat awkward near Mew. She was so different from me. She was so childish, impulsive, naive... no, not naive. She saw the world as it was. She was not blinded by delusions of grandeur nor arrogance. She was pure. Speak as they might. She was pure...

...and now, this being looks at me and acts in a way that was unique to Mew. It is so awkward...

"Meeeeew! Teeheeheehee!"

...now what? Why did she giggle like this? Did I say something funny?

"Mewtwo? That's not a name!"

Oh. Now I understand.

I guess it is true. My name is very unique in the way that it doesn't sound unique. Most names are made-up, created to be independent terms that mean nothing but themselves. My name is unlike them, created to identify me in a way that is much more obvious. Mewtwo... the second Mew. It is a name and not an identification number but considering, it could pretty much be one.

In a way, I wonder myself why I kept this name. It is, after all, more of an identification code than a true name and furthermore, it was given to me by humans. I do not need to remember everything to know that I do not hold humans in a very high regard. What I see and remember of them is enough for me to understand the flaws of humanity and just how far in their arrogance and ignorance they can go.

"Well, I am deeply sorry if I do not have the most elaborate name ever, miss. Now, if you excuse me... it is still early and I wish to sleep a few extra moments before dawn arrives properly."

It is, of course, a lie. I do not need to sleep that much... but then, if it gets me rid of that copy without making it run away in tears like an abused Growlithe...

"Mew?"

...

...I think I have caught on something and I do not like it. That Mew's overall confusion and how she tilted her head like that, meowing in such a way, bring up dread in my mind...

"Wow! You sure say long words! I have no idea what you are talking about but well, I think the nickname your trainer gave you is bad! What about renaming you? What do you say of... well... Kuroneko-chan?"

...this is totally, completely, entirely, incredibly, absolutely silly. My name is Mewtwo! I do not care if one thinks it is inappropriate or stupid! It is precious to me. It is my name, it defines me. This is why I kept it. I am the one born out of humanity's greed and pride, the one called forth by sin. I am one who was meant to be a copy and yet, was born as a twisted, perverted, demented version of Mew. They who wished to create Light gave life to Darkness... to Mewtwo. I am Mewtwo, the Will of Darkness. No name is more fitting for me than the one I consider mine.

...and besides, "Kuroneko-chan"? What kind of name is that? In what language is it, anyway? Certainly neither common Pokemon language nor common human language!... Wait! I remember now... and I don't like what I remember. Something about some humans and Pokemon thinking that some foreign regions of the Pokemon World have a cooler culture and trying to copy their habits and ways of naming things and people... and bastardizing it badly in the process. How completely silly...

But then, it's not like she can understand. She is naive and devoid of knowledge. It's not like I can convince her to call me otherwise... and she looks stubborn and childish enough to insist on calling me on that name. But well, I can always try...

"My name is Mewtwo. Please use that name."

Another shot of giggles. It's fortunate that I am patient for many would be bothered and frustrated by now, I believe.

"If you say so... Kuroneko-chan!" she ended up with a wink, pointing at me as she teased me.

...I choose not to react to this.

"So... shall you show me your trainer?" she said while making a backflip in the air for absolutely no good reason. I remember that Mew used to do that too...

"She is not my trainer. I simply travel with her."

"Ooooh reaaaaaally?" ...of course, she just had NOT to read my thoughts when it would have been non-annoying for me! But then, I always have the best of luck with everything I do.

"Look. Can I just have some sleep? It's still early." Hopefully, wording it in this way will make her understand...

"Really? Well, you don't look sleepy to me!"

"Does it matter? I'm tired." Well, it's not entirely false. I'm not at full power, that's for sure.

"Aaaaw! Come on! Let's hang together a bit! It will be fun, I promise..." This little adorable pose, arms crossed behind her back, hovering there, staring at me in such a cute way...

It looks like I won't be able to get some sleep. Sigh... how utterly annoying. Oh well. Since it looks like fate hates me, I will have to give that cat company.

...

...hmmm...

Maybe it's not a bad thing after all. Despite how she tests my patience, fact is, she is a clone of Mew. Cloning a Pokemon such as Mew is very difficult, even with the technology humans wield nowadays. I should relax, keep control of my emotions, and try to see if she knows things that could help me determine how she came into being.

...hmmm...

If humans truly have Mew's DNA, then this could be a problem, maybe even a major one. Mew's DNA, even if not linked to the Essence of Light, remains extremely potent. There is a reason that every Pokemon specie is based off her design... that reason being that it is one of the most potent designs that can possibly be created. A clone with but a fraction of her power is more than a match for most Pokemon alive and could wreak havoc upon the world very easily... especially considering that the default Mew personality, if memory serves me well, is an innocent, childish, naive one... one that is easy to control.

"Say... do you happen to have a trainer?"

"Sure! He's the nicest trainer you could ever imagine! You ought to meet him sometime!" ...just as I feared. She is a trained Pokemon. Trainers tend not to let their Pokemon wander off on their own which probably means that the trainer is somewhere nearby. I should definitely be careful. If reports of our current location was to reach Selven...

...oh well. Let's see just how much she knows. "May I know what your trainer's name is?"

"My trainer? Selven Ketchum!" Well, that is...

...WHAAAAT?!?

"Did you just say Selven Ketchum?" My dear deceased love... PLEASE make it that she's kidding!

The female hovered there, head tilted to the right, blinking like an idiot and not answering my question.

"Meeew? Why the funny face? There's a problem with my trainer?" Well, it unfortunately confirms my worries. Selven has located us.

Why did the plan fail? Pokemon trainers do not ask questions! Eliza posed as my trainer perfectly and I went along, bearing with the idea of wearing that stupid collar. I always hid my form once we were off that boat and made sure that we wouldn't give ourselves away! Why did our efforts fail? What happened?

I must go and warn the others. Right now.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

I have no time for this! "Good bye."

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"WHAAAAT?"

"Oh dear! Oh dear oh dear oh dear!"

"Chiiiiiiirc?"

"You can't be serious! He can't have found us! I mean... I didn't make any mistakes or anything! Please tell me you're joking!"

Sigh... delivering bad news. Always an unpleasant task but well, not like I have any choice.

"I fear that this was no attempt at humor. Your father has found us, Eliza... and he have a clone of Mew, somehow."

Uneasy silence...

"Kuuuuroneko-Chaaaaaan!" That telepathic voice and that nickname... "My trainer wants to see your trainer!"

"Huh?!? What was that?" asked Cherlie, her ears rising up at the same time as Siryx's. Chirp's eyes widened as he made a short hop while Eliza was equally startled. As funny as their reactions were, I think it was understandable and anyway, this is a crisis. No time to poke fun at the misery of others... especially when said misery is also mine.

"It's the Mew clone I spoke of." I then turned to Eliza. "Eliza, you have to act. We cannot afford to be stopped by your father. Mewlt still require our help."

"I know that!... but I don't know what to do!" Panic. This is a feeling that I had feared she would experience.

"Kuuuuroneko-Chaaaan! My trainer is coming!" That really isn't helping...

...

Hmm... maybe... if...

HaHA! I got it!

"Everyone! I have an idea!"

As expected, a person that claims loudly that it has an idea on how the fix a major problem when everyone else is stumped tends to bring all of the attention to itself... and thus, all of the eyes are now turned to me. Time to explain my idea.

"Now, listen everyone..." I began.

"... Kuroneko-Chan?" Do not interrupt me, Cherlie!

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"I have recalled my Pokemon as you asked. Now, where is Mewtwo's trainer?"

Smirking under my cloak, I brought a gloved hand out of my cloak, the characteristic gold and silver Pokeball in the palm of said hand. Selven raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. I can sense that he does not believe what he is seeing...

"So you are his trainer? That's strange... I had heard that its trainer was a young girl not unlike my daughter."

"Well... you know about rumors. First, the trainer was a weirdo in a cape then maybe he's a scary weirdo under a cape then maybe he's actually a she under the cape and finally, maybe it's even a young she under the cape and one that looks like the Champion's daughter at that!" Victory! I can sense him relaxing as confusion left his mind.

He turned to leave and...

bam

NO! Not now! Why? WHY?!? Lucario, you idiot! Go away! GO AWAY!

Great! Selven has turned back to you... and me, at the same time. Don't say a word! DON'T!

"Me..." SHUT UP!... Good. I'll keep your mouth shut. Now, listen well stupid.

"It is vital that Selven does not figure out that it's me under the cloak. Do. Not. Say. A. Word! If you do, I will break your knees, tear your arms out of their sockets, castrate you, force you to eat your tongue, and THEN, I shall kill you. So stay silent, shorts-wearing sub-par brained canine!" Hopefully, my telepathic message was more than clear enough.

Don't look at me, Selven! Don't look don't look don't look... especially don't release that stupid clone!

...stay calm. Don't show fear. Suppress your negative feelings and keep the flow steady so he doesn't sense the aura. Calm... silence... don't stare... don't widen eyes... don't twitch... Breathe...

...well, I managed to get a hold of myself. Lucario is completely calm and silent as well. Maybe things will go well after all.

Selven is glaring. I will not give in to fear. I will remain calm. It's not like it's that hard to do. After all, all I have to do is just remember how cold and unfeeling I truly have and shatter the state of self-delusion in which I bathe myself into in order to experience feelings like a normal being... and well, there is no need for anger or fear to rise and affect me. If the temptation rises, then all I have to do is remind myself that I'll have all the time I want to STRANGLE THAT STUPID, RETARDED FOX after Selven has left us.

"Is that your Lucario?" A question from the human.

"Play along." I ordered to the fox via telepathy as I gave a vocal answer to Selven.

"Yes. He is mine."

More silence... and then, after several seconds of glaring, the human finally turned around and walked away. A bit too slowly to my taste but before long, he was out of sight and hearing range.

Finally!

"Now, can you explain what that was all about?"

Oh. So the fox wonder what it was all about. Hmmm... I don't think I explained it to him at any time. I guess it's only natural I should explain to him what is currently happening and why I posed as a Pokemon Trainer in front of Selven.

"Did I explain to you that my "trainer" is the champion's daughter, that she ran away, and that we must remain hidden?" As I said those things, the fox didn't seem to react but I could feel the tingling sensation in my body. Shock... and disapproval.

"I am no fool. I can feel your feelings about this but know that it is necessary. We mustn't be noticed for our plan to succeed."

With that said, I wasted enough time and turned around. The others await.

"So you think you should be allowed to break rules because your plan is what's best for everyone? Hmph! Don't you see where your plans have led all of us? Isn't it enough that Mew had to pay the price for YOUR mistakes? She forgave you, she saved your soul..."

...what? What is that all about? Why that all of a sudden! Hmph! Why you...

...

...what? Why? I assumed he was accusing me because his tone never changed and that it really sounded like a blame and yet... why? Why is he staring at me, as if he was about to cry? That freezing wave...

"She loved you, Mewtwo..."

What is he implying?!? "Know that Mew was the soul I held most dear and that..."

"I know that. You loved her just as I loved her, myself. But remember that your will isn't absolute, Mewtwo. You might have the most potent of the elements in your grasp... but your overconfidence has thrown this world into decay, made its Legendary Pokemon fall into disgrace, and cost Mew her life..."

...

...I do not remember that. This cannot be my fault. I know about the flow, about the captured Legendary Pokemon. I know that all of us were betrayed by Ho-oh and that because of her, the world is decaying as our powers are no longer flowing into the world's Streams of pure elemental power. It's all because of Ho-oh, not I.

"You are wrong. It was Ho-oh who betrayed all of us and allowed the humans to catch us."

He shook his head. Why so? Denying what she did? Hmph!

"Mewtwo... have you ever wondered, why she did that?"

"Yes, I remember. She was afraid that the Lugia Wars would be repeated and betrayed all of us!"

"No. It's a reason... but it's not the real reason."

Not... the real reason? Then what is the real reason? He walked by, not saying a word, not listening as I tried to call to him...

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