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Enough talk, let's begin.
Chapter 1
Summary: Mewtwo's mind is infested with darkness. He gets one new friend, even if he saw him for short time. The light in him still tries to warn him...
The entire backyard was enlighted by the grey moonlight, everything being as colorful as the darkness. Heavy rain fell on the leaves and the grass, creating an orchestra of sounds with mere drops, just like the tears that were flooding Mewtwo's eyes.
Why couldn't I do this..., the psychic thought, his jeans and t-shirt being all wet and stiffened. He slowly sank to the ground, leaning against a wall, as the rain fall increased. In the distance he registered a thunder, but he didn't care right now.
He had lost to the dark ones... His mind was now theirs, cradled in dark thoughts and fear...
Why me!
Resting his head in his paws, he sniffed in and heard the echo of his slight sobs, thrown back at him from the dark, lifeless walls.
I have shown them weakness... And now I bear the consequences...
He sniveled again and laid down on the wet grass, slowly smelling the soporific scent of the humid flowers and branches that looped in the soil.
Mewtwo felt his eyes closing slowly, as if they'd try to do it unperceived, and he didn't resist to sleep anymore, bewildering images flashing around his inner eye...
"Hey, you, yeah you! Wake up!"
"Huuh? Wha...Where am I?"
"You just came to sleep in the school's backyard. You better get outta here, before someone calls the principal!"
"Woah...I feel real dizzy and all...What time is it?"
"Yeah, it's 8:32, so you should get up in eight minutes. Or else all hell breaks loose here."
Mewtwo's eyelids rebounded in a flash, and he was happy with no sun being present right now.
"Who are you, anyway?", he murmured and lolled against the wall again, his thoroughly washed clothes now stiff as they dried.
"The name's Brian. Well, atleast everyone calls me that", the voice came from next to him and Mewtwo turned his head slightly, feeling a warm flame next to his hand.
There sat a quite appealing Charmeleon, clothed in a white shirt with a leather jacket on top and black jeans. His facial expression was somehow concerned, altough it was hard to tell because of the white sunglasses covering his ruby eyes.
"So, what's your name?"
"Uh, well... I'm the only one of my kind, so... Just call me Mewtwo."
"You related with Mew or what, man?"
"Um...It's not that we're the same bloodline or something... I am some sort of clone of his, or atleast that's what I heard..."
"Very interesting...I wonder...", Brian said, apparently lost in thoughts. Mewtwo watched the little dragon-like pokemon resting his head in a clawed hand, making "hm" sounds once or twice.
"Do you know where I can...ah, nevermind...", Mewtwo began and stopped, scaring the thought away quickly. He did not want to be roped into that again...
The Charmeleon lifted his head up again and rested it against the brick-wall, sighing slightly.
"So, any results?"
"Nah... Still no idea who you are..."
"When do you have to go? I'm in lack of companion anyway..."
"The bell rings, I go. That's how it works here."
"Still don't understand.. Why did you wake me up in the first place?"
"Well, I didn't want you to get problems and all..."
"I don't mind, I'm just thinking about it..."
And then the bell rang, separating them forever...
Mewtwo's violet eyes examined the backyard as he sat on the old roof of the school building, his hind legs crossed with his hands resting on them.
This world...We were given a present, the present of life...and we wasted it. Still, it is restoring now...
Completely absentminded, he doodled on a sheet of paper he found in his pocket, trying to copy the image of his thoughts. The only sounds to be heard in his ears was the soft scratching from the pencil moving rapidly on the white space, now covered with greyish lines.
Some seconds later, he heard a sound like velcro being torn open, and he flashed his eyes downwards, surveying the area for something, while he held his ears shut with pure telekinetic energy.
In the still damp grass he could clearly see a stone shining in the dazzling sunlight, the light being reflected in hundreds of rays. Eventually he got up and levitated vertically, aiming to grab the shiny object in the small grassy square framed by a blank stone wall.
As his feet slowly touched the ground, he felt something inside his head, like a drifting thought, going contrariwise to the others.
What are you?, he mumbled mentally and reached out for the stone, as he heard a response, slowly emitting from the light orb in his mind.
I...am...your good side..., the very mind itself responded in a somewhat light, soft voice, but sounding weakened and harried.
But how? Am I...bad?
No..., the voice responded as softly as possible, again supressed by a weird force.
I eagerly await your response.
So...You were ME...but...The dark mind took over, and it is now shrouding you with everything you hate, everything you...can't...take...
What qualities do you have that I don't?
Peace, love, understanding, astonishment...But this is not of matter right now. If you lose me, you will be overwhelmed by the dark... Call me a life-savior, if you prefer.
So what? You can manage to save me from the clutches of evil?
Sort of, yes, so to speak...
And how do I develop your strength?
It is very easy...
Suddenly Mewtwo could feel the connection disintegrate at a fast rate, the words getting blurry and slow...
All...yo...ha...to do...is...get...a...m-
And then, the small lump disappeared, vanishing with the piece of information not given. Mewtwo growled slightly as his hand rushed down, grabbing the small stone and holding it before his purple eyes, examining the stone's nature.
It was an average sized dawn stone, the light-blue star in its center shining slightly, emitting a disturbing coolness, making Mewtwo shiver slightly. But what had brought it here?
Eventually school ended, and so did Mewtwo's day. There wasn't much he could do anyway, so he leaned against a tree and held his dawn stone against the winter sun, watching the lights flicker with eager eyes. The light, split by the prism core, was shining in every color of the rainbow, thrown against every wall and surface next to him. He let out a cry of utter joy and laughed, as a crowd started to merge around him, everyone being fully astonished by the grand dawn stone in Mewtwo's paw. As he noticed, he let his hand fully encase the object of enjoyment and looked around, meeting the interested gaze of 19 pokemon standing around him, their mouths opened wide in an "o"-like shape.
A mild breeze came from Mewtwo's right side, and with it, the scent of something else...
It was like a flower field in spring, with traces of fresh cinammon and honey...
What...can this be?
He sniffed in some seconds and tried to locate the source, but it wasn't anywhere nearby.
Absent-minded, he let the stone sink into a pocket and left the crowd, following the hypnotising scent that invaded his nose, the image of the outside world slowly blurring before his eyes...
