Ok! So, my cousin got me into pokemon (kinda) , and I decided to watch two of the movies. 'Mewtwo Strikes Back' and 'Mewtwo Returns'. Loved them both! Then I read a few fics concerning Mew and Mewtwo, and this popped into my head! I may write a sort of romance for them later on- haven't decided yet. Let me know if I should or not! ;)
And don't worry, I will update my other stuff! I promise!
Mew couldn't sleep. She didn't know what it was; her bed was comfy, her blankets warm, her tummy was full from dinner, and she hadn't had any recent nightmares. What could be keeping her awake? She turned over in her bed and adjusted her fluffy pink blanket. She kicked her legs; nope, not restless. What could it be?
Sighing, she gave up on rest and got up. Perhaps a glass of warm milk would help her sleep. As she got up, floating through the halls, her sharp ears caught a sound. Curious, she went to investigate.
In the living room she found Mewtwo. He was sitting on the floor, hunched over, breathing audible, loud and ragged. He lived with her upon her insistence, they were 'family', she said. After all he'd been through, he trusted no one, though his heart had softened a bit.
But why was he here, at this hour?
She watched as he took another ragged, shuddering breath, his shoulders shaking as he inhaled. As he exhaled, she heard the tiny 'plip' of water.
As Mew got closer, she realized a terrible truth. Mewtwo was crying.
There he sat in the unlit room, hunched over a bowl, tears silently dripping off his face and into the bowl, carefully contained sobs put into his unstable breathing. A look of overwhelming sadness overcame Mew, and she didn't hesitate to go forward. "Mewtwo?" she spoke, laying a paw on his shoulder, watching as his entire body went rigid. "What are you doing up?"
He pulled in another breath and jerked his shoulder away, keeping his face down, hidden from her. He sniffled quietly. "I... I could ask you the same question." his voice, even in her mind, as he despised the idea of speaking out loud, was choked and full of sadness. "Leave me, Mew."
"No." she floated in front of him, trying to catch `his eye. The violet orbs stayed trained on the bowl below him, nearly filled to the brim with his own tears. He glared down at the clear water, two more drops falling to meet the liquid below, momentarily obscuring his reflection. "What's the matter?"
"Leave me be, Mew." his voice was bitter now. "Leave me to my misery." Mew frowned, her baby blue eyes full of concern. Mewtwo was like a brother, made from her DNA, they were technically related. Despite the fact that he was far more powerful, she was still older. That made her his big sister; she was supposed to take care of him. She was supposed to be there for him, love him, comfort him. And she did love him, with all her heart and more. Much more. Sure he wasn't the most social pokemon out there, and he wasn't as talkative as she would have liked, but she still loved him. He was all she had; for so many years, more than she could count, it had been just her. Of course, there were other pokemon, pidgy's and butterfree and whatnot, but never another mew. It had always been just her.
But now she had him. She had a companion, a family member, a little brother. And because he was her brother, she was to take care of him. And part of that meant keeping him happy. Making him smile, and laugh, and... and being the shoulder to cry on when he was upset. This puzzled her though; during the days, he seemed happy enough. Though he spent most of his time in their cave, he'd sometimes come out with her. They'd pick berries, or go to the spring for a swim. Once she'd even convinced him to play air-tag. But...
She never knew about this. Was this a routine for him? To get up every night and cry due to a secretly broken heart? To sit here in the dark and let the tears flow, sadness and heartbreak filling that bowl?
She could only watch as another teardrop fell into the dish. Watching, he picked up the bowl with shaky paws, some of the liquid spilling onto the ground below. She watched as he raised his head, taking the bowl to his lips. She watched as he tilted his head back and the salty liquid disappeared, her brother swallowing his own tears. "Why...?"
His violet eyes met hers for the first time. They were still wet, bloodshot and watery. "Perhaps" his telepathic voice was sad and it pained her to hear it. His eyes, so full of hurt and misery, looked directly into hers. "Perhaps if I consume my sadness... it will one day vanish."
"Oh Mewtwo..." she floated forward and hugged him, putting her much smaller arms around his neck, snuggling into him. "Shh... don't cry. Tell me what's wrong." his much stronger arms hugged her back, head laying over her shoulder, silent sobs wracking his body. "Its ok, I'm here now. What's wrong?"
Her 'baby brother', as she liked to tease, sniffled. "I- I am not loved Mew!"
"What?!" she exclaimed, surprised. "Of course you are! You- you're my brother!"
"Perhaps by you." he lamented miserably. "But not by any other. I am unwelcome every place I am seen." he sniffed. "I have nothing here. You love me, but... you do not realize..."
"I don't realize what?"
"I..." his voice was nervous. "I suppose I am... jealous."
"Jealous?!" she was surprised above anything else. "But... of what?" how could he be jealous of her? He was bigger, stronger; and more powerful. His powers were further amplified. He could put up a greater fight in battle. So why...
"You do not realize the treasure- the mental treasure- you have." what did he mean? "You have... memories. You had a childhood. I... I have nothing. I have no parents, no past to remember."
Mew blinked. She'd never thought about it before, but now that she did... it only made sense. Her first memory was a warm fuzzy one of her mother holding her close and singing to her. But him... his first memories... well, they must be very frightening. He'd told her he was in a tube, a thousand wires attached to him, a slimy substance, cold and wet, surrounding him from all sides, above and below. And... after that, a battle. Destruction, blood, fire, pain and hurt. Hatred, going to him and exerting from him. He was betrayed, created to be a slave... Mew could see his reasons. "Oh my..." she made him look at her, pulling back from the comforting hug. Her soft blue eyes stared into his violet ones.
"Mewtwo, listen to me." she inched forward, flicking away his tears with her paws. "Your past doesn't matter- its in the past. It can't hurt you now. And just because you don't have the nice memories you want to have..." she moved in close as he took a breath, steadier than before. Good; he was calming down. "It doesn't mean you can't make new memories. Better memories, happy memories. And you know what?"
"What?"
She grinned. "I'd be happy to help." she kissed his temple, and he tensed just the tiniest bit. "I love you Mewtwo- please don't forget. You're family now."
A small, hesitant smile crossed his face, and his arms lifted, gingerly hugging her back. "Mew?"
"Yeah?"
"I must thank you, for all you have done for me."
She smiled. "Just don't cry anymore. That's plenty." For awhile they sat in silence, still tenderly hugging, neither daring to move, just enjoying one another's company."Mewtwo?"
"Yes?"
She nuzzled his cheek with hers. "I love you."
His eyes widened a bit, an odd feeling of warmth tingling spreading through him. "I... love you too."
Sorry if you guys don't like the brother/sister bond for these two; I must say I'm a sucker for the romantic relationship these two often get. I like either way; and this just popped into my head! I had to write it! Please review!
