Chapter 1: I Could Never Be With You
Eighteen years ago a man came to Pallet Town. He was tall and handsome with pink hair and the most perfect blue eyes anyone had ever seen. The young women of Pallet instantly fell head over heels for him, but he never spoke to them, or to anyone else for that matter. No one knew who he was or where he'd come from, and if spoken to, he'd just turn his head to the side as if not understanding what was being said. The locals quickly reasoned that he must be a foreigner who didn't speak their language, but since he never spoke they were unable to discern his native tongue.
One day a woman sat in the garden, listening to the melody of a music box, when the man approached her, as if drawn by the sound. He stared at the item, examining it from every which way, a look of puzzlement on his face.
"It's a music box," she told him.
"Mew?" he asked, his voice sort of an airy singsong.
"Yes," she replied with a smile. "It's said to be the favorite of Mew."
The man and the woman regarded each other for a moment, and as she stared into his baby blue eyes, she saw a look of understanding come across his face.
"Mew," he said with a nod and a smile.
From that day on she spent each and every day with him, and although he never spoke, one thing became quite obvious: they were falling in love.
One day the woman decided to properly introduce herself to him.
"I'm Rika," she said, pointing to herself.
He looked confused for a moment, before comprehension filled his bright blue eyes. "Mew," he said, pointing to himself.
Rika shook her head. "No, you can't be called Mew. That's the name of a Po—" But her sentence was cut short as he kissed her.
Rika and Mew soon became inseparable, and although he never spoke to her she had no doubt that he loved her. He even moved in with her and was by her side always. Rika had dreams of spending her whole life with him, of marrying him.
One day the two of them got closer than expected and after the deed was done Mew's eyes widened and filled with sadness. He looked at Rika with an expression resembling that of a child who knows he's done something very bad, then leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
I'm sorry, a voice in Rika's head spoke softly. Then he grabbed his clothes and ran out the door, and she never saw him again. Her heart ached for him, she longed for him by her side. These feelings intensified a couple of months later when she found out she was pregnant. Pregnant with his child.
Sadness and confusion plagued her mind. Why would he leave her all alone? Nine months later she got her answer.
"Push! Come on, Rika, you can do it! Just one more big push!"
"I can't!" she screamed through tears. "Is it supposed to hurt this much?"
"That's why they call it labor, honey," Rika's mother, and soon to be grandmother, replied.
Rika smiled at her mom before pain hit her once again. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Ok, that's it! It's out!" the doctor announced. He turned to Rika and smiled. "We just have to cut the umbilical cord, the hard parts over." Rika breathed a sigh of relief. But it was short lived.
"What's that?"
"That's the umbilical cord."
"No, THAT'S the umbilical cord!"
"What is it?"
"I don't know. It looks like a…tail?"
Rika listened to the doctors discussing her baby, her heart pounding. "Let me see my baby!" she demanded, struggling to sit up as one of the doctors held her down.
"Not yet, you need to rest," he instructed her.
"Let me see my baby!" Rika shrieked franticly.
"Meeeew!" came the cry of the child as it took its first breath, a cry unlike any Rika had ever heard.
"Congratulations, Rika," a doctor said, not meeting her gaze. "It's a boy."
As he handed the blue bundle to Rika, she slowly pulled back the blanket to reveal her baby. She gasped. A pair of pink fuzzy ears stuck out from the top of the baby's head, thin wisps of pink hair covered its scalp. The baby's eyes were large and blue, unnaturally blue. Its feet were large and furry, resembling a rabbits, and a long pink tail moved gently from side to side.
"What is that thing, Rika?" her mother asked, horrified. "Who's the father?"
"Mew," Rika whispered, finally understanding.
Rika kept the baby hidden from the world, not allowing anyone to see it. She called him Ken, and loved him dearly, trying her best to explain to him why he couldn't go outside and play with the other children, or why, when he turned ten, she wouldn't let him leave on his Pokémon journey. But she couldn't protect him forever, this she knew. He would have to leave someday and see the world. That day had finally come.
His name was Ken. He had large blue eyes and pink hair like his father, with a pair of pink feline ears sticking up from the top of his head. His feet were large, furry, and irregularly shaped, so he had custom shoes to fit them. His long pink tail seemed to have a mind of its own and was always breaking things. He was the offspring of a human and a Mew that had taken human form. He was a new species.
Authors Notes: Well, that's chapter 1. Yes, all chapters will be named after songs or song lyrics. Also, from here on the story will closely follow the journey of Ken, the Mew hybrid. Not too bad for a Pokémon/human pairing, is it? I hope that factor doesn't dissuade any of you from reading the fanfic. ^-^;
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