This is my first fan-fic, so critiscm is appreciated, NO flames please!

I do not own pokemon, mewtwo, any pokemon character.. Well nothing in this fic, except any random OC trainers that pop up, and Grace.

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"ugh what happened? Where am I? I remember that girl, she ran into me while I was… doing something? I don't remember what.. She looked shocked and tripped. Then one of those damn balls slipped from her hand. It was a different looking one from what I remember pokeballs looking like. It hit me square in the forehead.. The clumsy girl was yelling something and my vision turned a reddish shade.. Then nothing? Just this lousy headache…This can't be happening…"

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"Wake up, uh.. Hey wake up!"

"Ugh.."

I opened my eyes to see two bright emerald orbs staring down at me. I would have jumped out of my skin, if it wasn't for the fact that I recognised those eyes. It was the klutz from earlier.

"Oh great, its you."

I immediately knew I should never have opened my mouth. I saw said klutz's eyes widen in surprise. "I didn't know you talked! Wow wait until everyone hears about this! Actually no, that will mean too much press attention. Its not every day you meet a talking pokemon! Wait you are a pokemon right? Oh, by the way, my names Grace. What's yours?"

I had to suppress a snort of amusement when the kid mentioned her name to me. Grace?! This girl had the same amount of grace as a Groudon on roller blades if our earlier encounter was anything to go by.

"My name is Mewtwo, I'm not your average pokemon however, so I doubt you will have heard of me. And no I do not talk. I merely use my psychic abilities for telepathy purposes when the need arises."

"Uh-huh, hey can you close your eyes for a few minutes? I need to get changed out my pyjamas, and I cant shove you out from my room, my parents would freak if they knew I let a basically wild pokemon into the house!"

I was rather taken by surprise at her request. I hadn't taken notice of my surroundings, or this Grace kid all that much. But now that I looked, she was obviously dressed for bed. Her green pyjamas making a striking contrast against her loose, long blonde hair, and her green eyes. She looked about 14 or 15 years old. My gaze shifted to the room I was in. Sky blue walls were covered by posters of various cute pokemon, Skitty, Vulpix, and Glameow to name a few. In the centre of the room was a bed. The far corner held a large wardrobe. The floor was covered in clothes, suggesting that this wardrobe wasn't used much. A slightly open door to my left revealed an en suite bathroom. This meant the door directly opposite me must lead to the rest of the house. Looked like I'd spent the night in here.

"Excuse me?"

I looked back at Grace, who was giving me a worried glare.

"Are you ok? I asked you to close your eyes for a minute"

I cursed the girl for rushing me. I wasn't even finished evaluating what kind of predicament I was in yet. However I decided to let it slide.

"Sure." I closed my eyes obediently. They started to sting a bit, and I realised I'd forgotten to blink while I was looking around.

After what seemed like hours, she told me she was done. I opened my eyes to see her attire had changed drastically from her pyjamas. Her blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, and she had a green hair band keeping her fringe out from her eyes. I'm guessing green is her favourite color. She had also swapped her PJ shirt for a simple orange shirt/dress type of thing. She also looked like she was wearing black leggings underneath.

"Right, we need to go and let prof. Oak take a look at you! He will be fascinated to see a talking pokemon like you!"

Confusion clouded my mind. 'I thought you said you parents cant see me inside the house? How are you going to get me out?'

"Easy! I'll just put you back in this thing!"

With that, she produced the pokeball that had captured me yesterday. It was a deep purple, not the average red, and it had two stripes of orange on either side, with a large M plastered on the front.

I sighed mentally. "Great."

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That's all for now. And remember, critique = appreciated flames = deleted

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