AN: Vankirk, if you're out there, I'd like to take this moment to say THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT. Thanks to your suggestion of MewMewtwo, this was in my mind for 8 hours today.

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"Am I fat?" Mew asked Mewtwo one day.

Mewtwo nearly fell out of the air in shock. He could not raise an eyebrow, but he crinkled his forehead accordingly and glanced over to where Mew sat, looking at her own reflection in a mirror. It would have been a hand held mirror for a human, but for Mew, it was big enough to reflect most of her body. She spun around twice in front of the mirror, then craned her neck at a painful angle to look at her back curiously.

"Why would you need to know that?" Mewtwo said slowly, as if this was the most ridiculous question he'd ever heard.

"Because it's almost swimsuit season," Mew replied. "There's this sparkly one I have that I love, but it doesn't fit anymore."

"Can we even become fat?" Mewtwo asked. The notion had never occurred to him before. Certainly, he had grown a few inches, but his weight had only increased by five pounds. It was an interesting question from a scientific point of view.

Mew paused, "I don't know. Do I look weird?"

"You look like a Mew," Mewtwo replied, tilting his head so Mew wouldn't see the smirk on his face.

"But am I pretty?"

"What a human concept."

Mew glared at her clone and floated over to him. Her big blue eyes were heartbreakingly sparkly, with tears forming at the corners. Mewtwo resisted the urge to roll his eyes and went back to reading the newspaper. (Since what happened in the human world often became the Pokemon's problem.) Mew's head appeared upside down in front of him. He turned around and tried to read again. This time Mew floated up from the bottom of the newspaper. Her head was right below the headline 'Devastating Flood Kills Thousands'. His lips twitched as he fought the urge to laugh.

"Meeeeew," she chirped at him. It wasn't a word. Just a mewing noise. "Meeeeeeeeew."

"This conversation is pointless."

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew."

Mewtwo sighed, closed his eyes, and shook his head. "You look just as you did when we met. There is no difference."

"MEW!"

The next thing Mewtwo knew, he was holding his excited friend as she snuggled into his chest. The force of the tackle-hug knocked him over. He tried not to look too flustered as Mew hugged him around his neck (well, one of them, anyway). She chirped a thousand thank yous and he sat there, indignant, holding her thin body. She was warm and furry and smelled like Herbal Essences shampoo, the last of which puzzled him to no end.

"Aren't you sweet," Mew said with a mother's pride, ruffled the fur on top of his head.

"Where did I drop the paper?"