Just as a note, I did not make up the idea of reborns – and neither did srgeman.

This is a present to him for his birthday, probably a short story if not a fewshot. He suggested the idea after I racked my brain for a present for him, and I have to say I thank him for giving me the idea for it! XP It's kind of like hinting to your parents that "that game looks pretty cool, ya know" while looking all innocent and stuff. Anyways, enough rambling! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or the idea of reborns, nor the Pokemon species, but I do own the personality of the characters (except for a select few).

Characters in Chapter One:

Tsukuyomi the Male Absol, is Celia's Pokemon

Celia Rosemary, works at a café

Mewtwo, the Genetic Pokemon

Timothy Hunter, the poor boy who died in his brain

Crash!

"Everybody, get down on the ground – now!"

Sitting on the soft tacky couch in the quiet café, the white sphinx-like creature's head snapped up as he heard a dreadful scream from the other side of the counter, and he shouted, "Celia!" Of course, to any human it would just sound like a frantic "sol", but nobody was listening to him as he leapt over the smooth marble surface to come across a man holding a gun to a brunette, her new-leaf eyes wide with terror. He had a ski mask to hide his identity, but in his mouth was a cigar that he clenched with his teeth as he grinned at the Pokemon snarling at him.

"You take one step forward, and li'l Missy here'll lose her pretty li'l head!" When he knew the Disaster Pokemon wouldn't move, as wouldn't the others there, he smirked and told him, "There ya go! Now, see how adept your paws are at getting me some of that cash!"

A scowl lined with a deep hatred marred the Absol's face as he backed carefully over to the cash register, turning his back on the man only to jump up and smack the drawer open easily with his heavy paws. He then grabbed the drawer with his teeth, jerking it from the rest of the register and getting off of the counter to carefully pad closer to the armed man.

"There you go, nice and easy…yeah, just set it right there."

The Absol scoffed, and suddenly he flung the drawer and smacked the man square between the eyes with the metal corner, producing a sickening clack of metal against skin and bone. As blood seeped from the tear in the mask the white Pokemon leapt and grabbed the teen's shirt with his teeth, dragging her from his grip as he blindly wiped away the blood from his eyes.

She was about to thank her Pokemon profusely when the sound of clicking caught their attention, and they looked to see the man angrily holding the Uzi as he glared with one eye open.

"That's it," he shouted, gripping the trigger tensely, "I've had it with you, you white bastard!"

Celia gasped and lifted her arm as if to stop him, but her Pokemon stood before her like a shield, daring him to shoot. She told him, "Tsuku, no!"

As the man clenched the trigger to shoot, the Absol leapt up and went to attack the man, fangs bared and claws sharp as glaives –

"Oomph!" Instead of mauling warm flesh the Absol found himself colliding with the cold, hard ground, and he gritted his teeth and sucked air between them as he groaned, "Shit, that hurt…."

"Get up."

The callous voice made his back stiffen as he leapt to his feet, but he was unprepared for the black abyss that he saw (or, rather, couldn't see) and felt nauseous as he nearly lost his balance. Squinting his eyes to try to find light, he was startled when the voice spoke again.

"Turn around…." After a moment of silence, there was a mumbled, "…moron."

Doing as he was told (if not reluctantly), he whipped around and caught sight of a humanoid creature that oddly resembled a feline. With white fur all over his body (excluding his stomach and tail, which were an amethyst color) and eyes as dark and cold as the abyss around him, the piercing stare he gave the Absol was enough to make him shiver. How he saw all of this without light, he had no clue.

"Do you know why you are here?"

After a moment of deep thought, the Disaster Pokemon perked up as his eyes widened in alarm and fright. "Celia!" He glanced around frantically, trying to find his Trainer as the feline before him frowned. "Where is she? That maniac – the gun! I have to protect her!"

"There's no need." When Tsuku looked at him in panicked confusion, his frown deepened. "She's safe, and you…are dead." His lips did not move although he could hear his voice clearly, which made about as much sense as everything else that had happened to him.

"…Dead?" He shook his head. "No…no, I can't be dead. I was leaping, and –"

"And he pulled the trigger, where several bullets tore through your skin while one pierced your heart, killing you instantly." He sounded like he was shrugging verbally at that, like one would after talking about something stupid they did last summer. ("Oh, yeah, I remember that." Shrug. "I was such an idiot back then, huh?") It didn't seem to fit the situation, but then again, what was the situation?

"H-how can I be dead?" He couldn't understand it – a moment ago, he was protecting Celia! How could it all change so drastically without him noticing? "I have a Trainer, and we…I have to be with her! What's going on?"

"Most Pokemon go through this stage as well," the feline stated the fact like one would point out the weather. "Especially ones owned by Trainers. It'll pass."

"No, no!" Tsuku shook his head. "It can't end like this! I'm too young! Celia needs me! Without me, she'll…hell, she'll end up killing herself!"

"You have such little faith in her."

"No, I just know her too well!" He wanted to step forward but found that he couldn't move, as if his paws were glued to the floor, and so he instead just begged from afar. "Please, you have to send me back! I can't just leave her!"

"I don't have to do anything." The feline's eyes narrowed at the panicking Absol's demeanor, and then he was mysteriously calm as he told him, "I wanted to do something, either way. I haven't bent the rules in a long time."

Tsuku was cautious at the sound of that. "'Bent the rules'?"

He avoided the question by instead asking, "Do you want to return to your Trainer or not?"

Noting the evasive maneuver, he nodded earnestly. "More than anything in the world," he added. To be honest, he was afraid of death – he was sure he would be suffering in some dark abyss – and this was a godsend. Plus, he could protect Celia.

"I warn you," the feline told him, "this won't be what you expected. There's a catch to your…"second chance"."

"…A catch?" That phrase made him rethink his eagerness to accept the deal. "What would that be?"

"You will not be in the same body you were born in. Of course, that's obvious considering it's mangled beyond repair. You will, actually, not even be a Pokemon."

After a moment of thinking, he still didn't get it. "How could I not be –"

"Don't act dense. Try thinking for once."

"Don't insult me, you cat…thing!"

"My name is Mewtwo," his tail twitched irritably at the way the Absol spoke to him, "and I don't think you're in the position to order me around, Tsukuyomi."

His eyes grew wide and he took a step back in the abyss. "H-how do you know my name?"

"Doesn't matter how, does it?" As he silently agreed with that, he listened to what 'Mewtwo' had to say. "When you are reborn, you will not be an Absol. You will not be a Pokemon. You will be a human."

"A human? How? Why?"

"As I said before, I haven't bent the rules in a while." He looked once more like he would shrug and grin, if he would move anything other than his tail and actually move his mouth for once. "And I believe I am justified in this case."

"How?"

Mewtwo closed his coal-like eyes. "You ask too many questions. Do you want this or not?"

"Yes!" He nodded desperately. "Yes, I do!"

"Then hold still."

"Wh–" Suddenly, a bright flash of light overcame his senses –

"…wha?"

"Doctor? What is it?"

"L-look at him! He's blinking! Am – am I the only one seeing this?"

"No, you aren't! Nurse, come quick!"

"What? He's trying to say something!"

"Tim? Timothy, speak up, I can't hear you!"

"…Ts…." The black-haired boy, only a young teen, who had been imprisoned in this hospital for over a year, was trying to speak. "…Ts…Tsuku…yomi…."

"…huh?" The nurse frowned. "What are…isn't that a Japanese goddess?" The boy then fell unconscious. "Wait! Wait, Timothy! Timothy, wake up!"

…*dies*

How was it? Had to do this before I gave the laptop to my mom. Gotta run! Bye! (Just chapter one, obviously not done with the story!)

Lots of dragon-y love (and cookies!),
~DL ('Dragon Lover')