Okay, so here's my first story for , and it is indeed yaoi. I got inspired over the summer to write this, and am surprised I've persisted thus far. Ah, summer 2007, the Summer of Pokemon. How I will look back fondly at those memories... I never finished Pearl though. Had a level 30-something Infernape, then gave the game to my sis, who used it as an action-replay guinea pig.
But I digress.
Fiction rating: M, for you'd better be mature about it!
Disclaimer: Pokemon, I hail to you through Nintendo, as well as other such creative games. How I praise you so. Also 4Kids and GameFreak and etcetera...but they're not mine. Unfortunately.
Now onto da story! I need praise and attention for my creative genius! Gosh, I'm an asshole.
Mew woke up to the sun shining through his window. Even though it was early, he smiled and stretched happily. Morning meant another day, another opportunity to do something new and fulfilling. He got out of his small bed and dressed before he went to the bathroom to do his...morning ritual.
Mew's neighborhood didn't need an alarm clock, for the neighborhood intercom started playing a tune at seven each morning that went, "Wake up, sleepy Pokemon children, and Poke-grownups too, a brand new day is waiting for you!" Mew loved the song, because it was so cute and happy, just like him. He came to the kitchen table, humming the morning song and bobbing his head back and forth slightly, as his mother came over and served him eggs and bacon. She leaned down and kissed him on the head and sang sweetly, "Good morning, Moo-Moo, how'd you sleep?" Moo-Moo was her nickname for Mew, a sound he would always laugh at when he was just a kitten. Mew smiled and responded, "I had a dream that I think foretold my future. I was walking down a hallway with a lot of red and white, and someone was talking about something, then said something mean. Someone else was crying, and I realized it was me. Then someone was holding me, and I only saw black in front of me." Mew's mom thought for a while, and then said, "I think you're going to meet someone soon. Perhaps a romantic encounter? I had that sort of dream before I met your dad, so keep your eyes peeled for any hints is all I can say." Mew finished his breakfast and hopped down from the chair, heading back to his room to collect his school items. He waved goodbye to his mom and shouted as he left the house, "Tell Daddy I love him when he wakes up, 'kay?" and he left to fly to school.
Mewtwo woke when the sun eventually became too bright for him to ignore anymore. He groaned and threw the covers off of him, allowing the sun to warm his still sensitive body. He hated morning. It meant another day closer to death, another possible failure waiting to happen. He sighed and decided to get another day over with. He sulked across his unnaturally neat room and opened his perfectly organized closet and chose his usual black pants, accompanied by a tight faded black shirt. He could still barely see the "GENERATION DUMBASS" logo written in faded grey letters that looked like a first-grader wrote it. He smiled a little. That basically described the times he was living in. It was such a burden to be mentally...above others. He slipped it on and pulled his pants on too. He then walked back to his bed and stared outside. The clock tower in the distance read "7:36". He still had about an hour before he had to go to school, so he sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.
He was trying to reach inner tranquility, which was hard with all the hate clouding his mind. He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming slower and shallower, until it stopped altogether. He was beyond living at this point, his mind drawing the very oxygen from the air around him, transferring it straight to his bloodstream, something that could only be done through absolute concentration. His mind began tracing patterns and images across his closed eyes, and he clearly saw the message, One who thinks he is alone is a fool. If he exists, he is among others. Mewtwo's eyes squinted and he thought back, Maybe so, but what about others like me? I am truly alone. Once again, a message appeared. This one read, Everything is unique. It is impossible for absolutely anything to have an exact copy. Mewtwo squinted again. He despised that word. Copy...he was nothing but a copy. He had lived for over four hundred years with that thought plaguing his mind, even as his body slowly evolved along with the other Pokemon.
About a hundred years ago, Pokemon grew tired of fighting each other for the sake of human entertainment. Rallies and armies were formed, and a mass genocide had begun. Pokemon themselves were powerful, but when working together...they were unstoppable. Mewtwo and many other legendary Pokemon simply watched as their world was reclaimed once more. Many Pokemon evolved into intelligent, upright beings, but others stayed as their original forms, such as Pidgy, Tauros, and many bug Pokemon. They were protected, however, except the ones that would feed the heightened Pokemon. Those ones were farmed and killed mercifully. The new world was more peaceful, and no one had to fight any more.
Mewtwo calculated in his mind how long he had until school. Even though he was extremely old, he still felt a need for knowledge, and school was the place to be. Plus, he needed a high school diploma to get into college, which was what he was aiming for. Mewtwo's calculations told him it was around 8:15, so he opened his eyes and began breathing again. Sure enough, the town clock read "8:17", so he climbed off his bed and flew out his window towards his school.
At school, Mew had many friends. So many, in fact, that he was voted "most popular boy" for all the years that he was in school ever since he began going to elementary school. Everyone loved him because of his sunny disposition and positive attitude. He chose to remain single though, because then he could spread his love evenly throughout his friends, without worrying about favorites. As always, he arrived on time and ready, so he could talk with everyone before class started.
Pikachu ran up to Mew and blushed deeply, stammering, "M-Mew, I made you lunch, y-your favorite, so I was wondering, um, if we could eat t-together?" Mew smiled and said happily, "Sure, you can sit at my table!" Pikachu ran off, delighted that she finally gathered enough courage to ask him. Mew continued down the hall, humming a different song that he enjoyed, when out of nowhere (actually, a locker, to be more precise), Mismagius shot out towards Mew and gave him a Mean Look, keeping him pinned at his spot. Mismagius grinned and quipped ghoulishly, his creepy eyes narrowing, "Well, hello and greetings from my world to yours... I have something that might spark your interest... Would you care to investigate, hmmm?..." To anyone else, Mismagius's words would sound like a death sentence, but Mew simply smiled and replied, "Sure, what is it?" Mismagius silenced him by hissing, "Silence, you mustn't let slip such undesirable information to those around us! Come..." He enveloped Mew in his ghostly cloak and warped him back into his locker.
Inside, what Mew saw was not the inside of a school locker, but the depths of a black and foggy forest. Mew looked around suspiciously and turned to Mismagius, stunned, and asked, "What is this place? It's strange!" Mismagius sighed and rang loudly, "This is, as I mentioned before, my world. Come. The item I am to bestow upon you is this way." Mew followed closely, for his parents told him not to trust spirit realms. Mismagius came to a gliding halt and announced, "Here. You must take it, for it is forbidden for me to touch it." Mew peered around him and saw a glinting object. He floated towards it and saw, with great happiness, a sunstone, glinting and shimmering, even though there was no light in the ghostly realm. Mew picked it up and turned it in his small hands, examining it as it shone back to him. It was smooth and warm to the touch, as if it had just recently basked in an afternoon sun.
Mew held it close to him and said, "Thanks, it's wonderful!" Mismagius cackled hauntingly and replied, "No, you should be thanked. Such a stone was disrupting the force of this realm, and I was receiving many complaints from the other inhabitants. Only an outsider would be able to revoke it, so I foretold you would enjoy a gift such as this, so you, as you normal Pokemon would say, 'fit the bill'. Enjoy the new object, and don't let me see it ever again. Farewell."
The next thing Mew knew, he was standing back in the hallway, still holding the stone, a bewildered look across his face. He simply sighed and placed the stone in his bag and continued on, when he saw, with a small leap in his heart, the strange Mewtwo that was cloned from one of his ancestors. Mew made sure to keep his distance from him, because he seemed angry around the original. Mew couldn't help feeling bad for something that wasn't his fault, yet he felt something more than sadness...
Da'hoh, clichéd yaoi plot! Oh gosh, here we go! Well, despite all my moral outrage, I hope you faithful (or faith-less, like me) readers will stick with me for more Mew and Mewtwo… in space!! Jk, jk. Well, bless me with comments! Praise me, praise me!