Note: If I owned Pokemon, the following fanfiction would be made into the next Pokemon movie. Sadly, I am but a random fanfiction authoress, whose new-found love for multi-chapter stories, a large quantity of Jell-O, and too much free time in Geometry class spawned this hellish misconglomeration of words and awesomeness. Yes, Mewtwo, this really is your destiny.
So, how's about we skip the hellish disclaimers and get right on with the show, eh? Yes, I think that's wise.
Chapter One
It was a particularly lazy day for Ash Ketchum, now 24 years old and past his Pokemon journeys. His Pikachu, now quite elderly in Pikachu years, sparked nervously as the doorbell rung three times in quick succession, as if someone's fingers stumbled over the button and accidentally pressed it more than once. "Keep your shorts on, I'm coming..." Ash mumbled, yawning and getting up. A loud, and dull thump caught his attention. "Well, that was strange... sounded like someone fell..." Ash opened the door, and a large purple breathing ball of matted fur fell forwards onto his rug. "Mewtwo?!"
It was four hours before Ash could wake the unconscious Pokemon from his slumber. Where... am I? The thought rang through the room as violet eyes opened wide.
"You're in my house. You showed up here four hours ago, beat to crap, and passed out on my floor." Ash replied, half concerned for the Pokemon on his couch, half-pissed at the fact there was a permanent bloodstain in his living room carpet.
I apologize. I understand this is abrupt.
"No, no, it's nothing. Are you alright? What happened?" The purple catlike Pokemon drew his top-heavy legs into his slender chest and fell silent. "I'm sorry if I brought up a touchy subject... I didn't mean to--"
No. You ought to know.
I was betrayed by the very clones I had come to trust. Pika-Two, as I had grown fond of calling her, rebelled, saying they deserved to live better than mere shadows in the city streets. The other clones followed suit. I was attacked and beaten brutally. Being a Psychic-type Pokemon, my frail body is not used to receiving such taxing physical punishment. I was left helpless as Espeon-Two and Alakazam-Two blocked out my powers with their own. They beat me within an inch of my life and threw me near here to die. I stumbled across the nearest home I could find that looked friendly. Coincidence it would be yours.
"I'm sorry." Ash said simply. He stood up. "Well, then I guess you're staying here. I'm not letting you go out there in your condition. Oh, look, it's raining too. It's a wonder you don't have the flu, too."
Mewtwo caught the almost-motherly inflection in Ash's concerned voice. His body betrayed him, and he began coughing violently, his entire lavender body convulsing in on itself until he was a curled, shaking ball. Ash rushed to grab some towels. Ash found an old rag in the bathtub and wrung it out. He ran back in and held it over Mewtwo's mouth and snout until the Pokemon stopped coughing. Ash was horrified to find that Mewtwo had coughed up blood that had been collecting in his lungs.
... Ow. was all Mewtwo had to say, weakly and raspily.
"Oh. My. God. You are sick. Well, that settles that, you are so getting the guest bed. Come on, then." Ash carefully grasped Mewtwo's hand awkwardly (as five fingers grasping three would always feel a bit odd) and began pulling him up the stairs to the guest bedroom. Ash stopped. "You know what's even better? You're all covered in blood, let's clean you up first." Ash changed direction and gently pulled Mewtwo into the bathroom. He started the water running for a bath and as it filled the tub, Ash pulled out sponge and began washing the blood off of Mewtwo's snout.
Why are you doing this for me?
"Like I said all those years ago. Do you really need a reason to help somebody?"
No...I suppose you don't. Ouch! Mewtwo complained as Ash accidentally brushed against the base of his tail, where a huge gaping cut began to ooze fresh blood. "Oh, joy. This is gonna be fun to clean up." Ash said, and lightly began daubing at the wound, while Mewtwo did his best to take it like a man, and merely settled for clenching his tri-fingered fists and grinding his sharp teeth irritatedly as Ash worked the wound with rubbing alcohol. "Now, this is gonna hurt like hell but I need you to lie on your stomach while I stitch this up."
St-stitch?! Mewtwo stuttered for the first time in his (rather short) life. I've never needed stitches! He protested.
"Well, unless you want to lose your tail, and your left leg, then let me sew you closed." Ash said firmly, pulling out a needle and a spool of thread.
Oh, whatever God doth exist...
End of Chapter One.
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