Brothers of a Different Kind
Hello all. DisasterMaster445 here. Now despite having a fic already on the site, and two more in post-production, following the Pokemon anime, I'd like to take time to say that I really don't like the anime as much since I started reading the manga. It's just all around better, and there's violence, and it's basically more suited to my tastes. So I'm making this fic as a side project from my Pokemon: Best Wishes trilogy. This is loosely based off the manga, and I'm not sure how well it will be received by you readers. This is basically the story of Mewtwo, but with a spin on it. The story begins by following Blaine, the Cinnabar Gym Leader and Team Rocket scientist. In this fic Blaine is happily married, and has no idea what Giovanni is doing with his deadly Team.
Chapter One: Discoveries and Heartbreak
July 5
"Finally! I've found it!" A man called back to his traveling companions. He stood from where he crouched. The South-American sun glinted off his bald head and made his white moustache and lab coat stand out against the green jungle of Guyana.
"Good job, Blaine." Complimented his long-time friend, known only as Mr. Fuji. Mr. Fuji clapped a hand on Blaine's back, making the man stumble. "Careful." Blaine warned. He swept some foliage away with his hand, revealing them to be standing on a cliff overlooking more jungle.
"There's nothing down there." A voice said darkly. "You'd better not get our hopes up like that again." Blaine took off his sunglasses, polishing the black lenses on his coat. "You aren't seeing the full picture, Giovanni." He smiled, pointing to what looked to be a massive rock pile covered in moss.
"That?" Giovanni's voice said contemptuously. He stepped from the shadows of the trees, mopping sweat from his face. "That is nothing. We're no closer to achieving the objective." Blaine's smile slipped from his face.
"I'm telling you with absolute certainty. I'm not a fool, Giovanni. I know what I'm looking for." It was Giovanni's turn to smile. "I should hope so." He took the lead, beginning to clamber down the cliff-side.
Hours later the rest of the expedition was making camp outside the newly excavated entrance to a cave. There was a warning in some South-American dialect that warned against treading on the sacred ground of the deity they searched for. They probably should've paid attention to the warning, but Giovanni paid no heed to old wives tales…
"We've found it, my love." Blaine said happily over the video-phone. The signal wasn't the best, and the screen flickered with static, but he could see the joy in the face of the woman on the other end. She was in her forties, with light auburn hair that had subtle streaks of grey. She was still a beautiful woman.
"That's wonderful, Blaine." Her voice crackled through the speakers. "Does that mean you'll be home soon?" She asked hopefully. Blaine nodded. "I hope so. Giovanni's really hopeful about what we found." He reached into his lab coat and pulled out a Petri dish with a single pink eyelash inside.
February 6 - Seven Months Later
"Blaine," Giovanni began "I want a status report." Blaine thought carefully before answering. "It's going well. The subject is growing quickly. Our objective has almost been met. The subject has yet to take form, but from what I've observed it shouldn't be much longer." He knew that was what Giovanni wanted to hear.
"Good." Giovanni said with a smile that for some reason chilled Blaine's back. He closed the video link, cutting off the conversation from his end, leaving Blaine deep in thought.
There hadn't been enough DNA in the eyelash to fully clone the elusive Mew, but there was enough for a rough genetic outline. What Giovanni, and the rest of the scientists (Except Fuji, of course.) didn't know was that Blaine had used his own DNA to make up for what was missing. He looked down at his tightly bound right hand.
"As our subject grows," He said to himself. "The sickness grows as well." He slammed the hand against his desk. This sickness was interfering with his life. He was unable to spend much time with his wife, who was two months pregnant with his child. He wiped sweat from his forehead as he felt a particularly strong burning in the afflicted arm. He stood, feeling something important about to happen, and rushed down to the main laboratory that was deep under Cinnabar.
"This is amazing." Blaine whispered in awe. He'd spent months filling up diaries that outlined the subject's progress, and yet it was now that he saw the fruits of his labor. He stood in front of a giant glass tube full of amber colored liquid. Inside was the white and purple Pokemon the scientist had spent so much time creating. He turned to Mr. Fuji, who was holding a new journal, open to the first page, pen poised over the crisp paper.
"February 6," Blaine dictated. The man behind him scribbled furiously. "Subject has taken shape. Our experiment is, so far, a success. Because the subject is cloned from Mew, we have decided to christen him 'Mewtwo.'" The two scientists shared a triumphant smile and a handshake just as the creature forced an eye open, ripping apart the membrane that held its eyelids together.
August 8 - Fourteen Months After Discovery
"Bastard!" Blaine growled at one of his scientists. The man had been 'testing Mewtwo's limits' by assaulting the Psychic-Type Pokemon with electrical bursts inside his tube. Fuji had grabbed the man, pulling him away from the Genetic Pokemon.
"I think you're overstepping your bounds!" The scientist howled back. "I think you're too close to the subject!" Blaine stepped up closer to him. "His name is Mewtwo." He glared deeply into the man's eyes, his sunglasses in his pocket. He felt the need to unleash the full power of his fiery glare. "He is a living being. The same as you." He didn't mention the fact that when the Pokemon was in pain, Blaine's arm felt like it was being melted off. The scientists didn't hear the man's reply, however, over a call coming from Blaine's PokeGear.
"Blaine!" It was the voice of his wife's doctor, who sounded excited. Blaine and Mr. Fuji shared a look before the bald scientist answered. "Doctor! It sounds as if you have good news!" There was a laugh from the other end.
"You could say that!" The doctor exclaimed. "Your baby has arrived!" Blaine almost dropped the PokeGear, but grabbed hold of it again. "That's great!" He cried, a proud smile gracing his lips. Mr. Fuji put a hand on his shoulder, just like months before when they were overlooking the shrine in Guyana.
"Well don't keep us in suspense boy!" He yelled into the phone. Both had forgotten their anger at the scientist, who believed himself to be off the hook. "What'd she have?" Blaine nodded, wanting to know as well. The doctor laughed again. "Fuji, just wait. I was just about to tell you about Blaine's new baby boy." The assembled scientists cried out in jubilation, drowning out the doctor's next sentence.
"What'd she name it?" Blaine asked, enraptured. "Well, she wants you two to name him together. She said to hurry to the hospital-" Blaine cut off the conversation, running out the door. He rushed back, addressing the tube.
"Did you hear, Mewtwo? You have a brother!" He turned and ran back out, not noticing the Genetic Pokemon's purple eyes flicking side-to-side in confusion.
"Brother?" Blaine also missed the scientist from before stepping back to the controls. "Screw Blaine." He muttered to the others around him. "Giovanni wants a killing machine. We've got to make sure he gets what he ordered." Sadistic smiles filled Mewtwo's vision as his hate, and his pain, began to grow.
"I'm here!" Blaine exclaimed, barreling over several nurses in his haste to get in his wife's room. Maria was sitting up in her bed, looking weak, but proud of the blue bundle in her arms. Blaine sat down beside her and she gently passed his son to him. The Fire-Type specialist held the bundle reverently.
"I've never been more proud." He whispered thickly. He cleared his throat before continuing. "Fuji went to get the little guy a present." Maria smiled at the mention of her husband's eccentric, but reliable friend.
"More importantly," She said with a yawn, "What should we name him?" Blaine moved the blanket away from the boy's face so he could look at him. The boy had a shock of black hair, and when the baby opened his eyes (surprising his father just like Mewtwo had,) they were a deep red color that was almost brown.
"Hmm…" Blaine thought for a few moments, but stopped at the sound of his wife's snores. He smiled and looked back to his son, struck by a sudden thought. "I've got it." He said gently. "We'll call you…Red."
September 1 - Fifteen Months After Discovery
Blaine was beside himself. Mewtwo was becoming increasingly unstable, and he couldn't figure out why. He thought that the problem with the scientist had been taken care off, but he imagined he was wrong. He didn't know what Mewtwo was going to do next, and it seemed that it had limitless psychic ability. He tried once more to calm his 'child.'
"Mewtwo, I apologize for what you've gone through, but you're taking your anger too far. It will consume you if you don't stop." Mewtwo glared out at him, before softening its glance. Blaine was the only human he could tolerate. He attempted to protect Mewtwo, even if it was to help himself. But he could only handle so much…
Red lay in his crib, feeling restless, such as the norm for month-old babies. Laying under his head was his present from Mr. Fuji. It was a Poliwag that was currently acting as a pillow for the young child it cared so much for. Poliwag was startled by a sudden quaking from the ground. Red was startled awake, crying out loudly and bringing Maria running. She sent Poliwag into the safety of his Pokeball, scooped up her child, and rushed through the mansion, heading for the lab.
"What's happening?" She cried as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She'd never been down in the lab before, so she didn't know what was in the tube in the center of the room, or why said tube was glowing. Blaine whirled.
"Maria! Get out!" But a bubble encased him before his words reached her, and a psychic explosion rent the mansion, blowing Maria back. Red and his Pokeball were safe in another bubble, both snoozing again. The dust began to settle as flames licked the remains of the mansion. Mewtwo hovered a few feet off the ground, staring down at Blaine.
"It is finished. You live because you fought for me, but do not pursue me. I will not hesitate to end your life. And the life of your child." With that, Mewtwo vanished into nothingness. Blaine moved quickly, looking for his wife and child. He found Red and Poliwag's Pokeball, unharmed, but there wasn't any other living thing around. Already, rescue vehicles were arriving. He heard the whirr of chopper blades, and a black helicopter set down in the wreckage close by. The door was painted with a large, red R.
"What happened?" Giovanni screamed as he leapt from the chopper. "I came en route to see the progress on Mewtwo, and I see the lab explode? Where the hell is Mewtwo?" He continued screaming at the prone scientist until Blaine exploded himself.
"Shut the hell up!" Giovanni looked taken aback. "My wife is gone." Blaine moaned. "And Mewtwo is gone. He used telepathy. He said if I looked he'd kill me. And my son." Giovanni's gaze softened at mention of a son. He was trying to have a child as well, and could feel Blaine's pain in the air.
"I will make provisions for the child." He said to his head scientist. Blaine shook his head. "I believe Red is the only person who'll be able to tame Mewtwo and bring him back. It's too late for me. But just growing up won't ready him for what's in store. He'll need training." Giovanni looked confused.
"What do you mean?" "I need him away from me so that I can train, and he can be trained. Take him to that Rocket Admin in Saffron City. He'll need to be trained in psychic ability if he has any hope of reaching Mewtwo…" Giovanni looked troubled as he took the baby and his Pokeball into the helicopter.
"Go to Saffron." He commanded the pilot.
Thirteen Years Later
A boy and a girl sat opposite one another at a wooden table in a small bedroom. Spoons were lined up in front of them. The girl was a slim and pretty thirteen-year-old, with long black hair and red eyes. She wore a long pink shirt, cinched at the waist with a yellow belt. Black tights covered her legs down to a pink pair of boots with yellow soles. Her belt had a red R in the center.
The boy was the same age. Handsome but thin. His black hair was messy and spiky, with spikes falling in his face around his eyes, red like the girl's. He wore a red hat, a black shirt, blue jeans, and black sneakers. His shirt was emblazoned with a red R.
"Come on, Red." The girl encouraged. Red focused and all the spoons started to levitate in the air, struggling to stay in the same row they started in. Red narrowed his eyes and all the spoons bent in the middle, however they all scattered. They still floated, but were nowhere near the neat row they began in. The girl sighed.
"You've got enough power to snap the support beams for the mansion, but no control." She pulled out another row of spoons. "Again." Red raised an eyebrow, a tic mark throbbing on his forehead.
"Come on, Sabrina, don't you think I'll be alright? I mean, you said I've got power. Isn't that all that matters?" Sabrina sighed again. "You know that isn't what matters, idiot." She said affectionately. "You know what's expected of you." Red's eyes fell to the floor.
"Yeah. I know." "Your father, and Giovanni, would want to know you were putting all your effort into your training." Red's eyes snapped back to Sabrina's face, a glare following suit.
"I don't give a damn about what my father wants. I've never even seen my father. I don't even know what he looks like. And if my training's the only thing he cares about, I don't give a damn about him either." Sabrina reached out to grasp his arm, hearing this rant before, but he pulled back.
"And as for Giovanni, I want out. I never wanted to be a part of Team Rocket anyway. Don't get me wrong, your parents are great, and I'm thankful they took me in, and helped me out so much, but this whole organization is evil. I'm not evil." He let her place her hand on his. "And you aren't either." "I know you aren't." She smiled, saying nothing about herself.
"Are Surge and Koga coming tonight?" Red asked. Sabrina nodded. "Why?" Red smiled at her. "You want out?"
That Night
"This is crazy." Sabrina said, for the millionth time that day. They were in Sabrina's room once more, standing on the balcony. No-one knew where Red was, but both knew Koga and Surge would be looking for him soon. To see what he could do.
"Where are we gonna go? We only have Poliwhirl and Kadabra, and neither of us has ever been out of Saffron." Red looked back at her.
"Will you calm down? Be positive. Don't think about not having anywhere to go, think about getting away." She couldn't hold his gaze. "I don't want to get away." His smile faltered.
"We've talked about this, Red." She continued, voice trembling. "I don't want to leave. This is all I've ever known." "This is evil!" Red exclaimed. "You know what Team Rocket does to Pokemon. You've seen Surge, the muscle-bound Lieutenant, and Koga, the poisonous ninja." He said, making a stupid face as he sarcastically uttered the Administrators' titles.
"I know. But my family is here." Red looked away. "I have no family." He said lowly. He got ready to climb over the rail, but stopped when Sabrina put her hand on his shoulder.
"That's not true. You have me. And my parents." She added hastily. He smiled sadly at her. "I've gotta get out." He said firmly. "You'll never get out of Saffron on foot." Sabrina told him. "At least let Kadabra Teleport you." He nodded. Sabrina's Pokeball popped open with a loud noise and a burst of bright light that could be seen for quite a ways. It was late at night, so naturally the noise and light attracted a lot of attention in the house.
"What was that?" A deep voice hollered. It was the voice of Lt. Surge. A quieter, muffled voice, belonging to Koga, responded, and the two teens could hear pounding footsteps rushing for Red's room.
"You have to go." She whispered. "If you're sure." He nodded sadly. "I'm sure." She leaned in and kissed his cheek. Before he could respond, she commanded her Pokemon. "Teleport!" Kadabra grasped Red's arm and vanished just as Koga and Surge beat down Sabrina's door. They made a wild grab for the boy, but he was gone.
That seems like a good place to end the first part. I don't know how long I'm planning on taking this, but I know it'll be a decent sized fic. If anything seemed strange or out of place, I spent all night writing this, and haven't had much sleep lately. But this idea nagged in my mind. So yeah, Red is Blaine's son in my fic. Blaine came to Red to capture Mewtwo in the manga, so I'm morphing the situation. To be able to handle Mewtwo's abilities and capture the Psychic-Type, Red needed psychic training to unlock the powers that we all apparently have inside us. The reason Red was able to learn is he was taught from a young age, and has had many years of practice. The pairing for this fic will be Red x Sabrina, but it's not a major part of the story. Mostly it will circle around Red's journey to escape Team Rocket's plans for him, ultimately driving him closer to those goals than he'd ever wanted to be. Review and tell me if I should continue this, because I'm not sure how readers will feel about this.
