A DINNER TIME STORY
Chapter Two

South of the Tree of Beginning was Pewter City. A small Kanto town where three young Trainers, of with each's own great ambitions, planned to stay for the while. Ash Ketchum, a young Trainer of about thirteen, journeyed far and wide in search of new adventures and Pokémon to become an ultimate Pokémon Master. By his side was none other than his best friend, Pikachu.

Ash, though sometimes clumsy and impulsive, is very compassionate. He cares for all living creatures as he cares for the gift of life. This is what most of the friends he has made throughout his journey admire about him the most.

Along with him were his loyal and trustworthy friends, Misty Waterflower and Brock Harrison. Misty was the Cerulean City gym leader who has a soft side for water-type Pokémon. Brock was the Pewter City gym leader who specialized in rock-type Pokémon. When not battling, he's either trying out a new recipe or is on the lookout for some lovely ladies.

The trio came by as to take a break and visit Brock's old home. Just as Misty and Ash settled in, Brock was just about finished with his new recipe.

"Hey Ash! Misty! Come down here when you guys are done. Dinner's ready!"

Misty came rushing down the stairs. "All right! I'm starving!"

"Come on Pikachu! Let's chow down!" Ash called to Pikachu who hopped on his shoulder.

"Pika! Pikachu!"

Just as the two Trainers got down to the dining room, Brock had already set the table and placed the meal in the middle. Brock thought of making things a bit more special as he has not been home in a while, and he especially missed his kitchen. On the table, were some roasted potatoes bathed in garlic and olive oil, thyme, and some salt and pepper. He also served his famous 'no-chew' stew yet with a dash of chili pepper to add some spice. Other than that, there was also some homemade tomato and herb linguine made from the fresh tomatoes Misty and Togepi just picked the morning earlier. All in all, everything was presented artistically and the food smelled divine.

"Wow Brock! You've got real talent!" exclaimed Misty in praise of his hard work.

"Togi!" agreed Togepi cheerfully.

"Oh gosh, just smelling the food's already making me feel like I'm eating the actual thing!" Ash said as he stood from his seat, ready to grab a large portion for his share. Just as he was going to grab some grub, Misty held on to his arm.

"Hey! Where are your manners?"

"Huh? Whadd'ya mean?" Ash argued yet pulled off his grip on the serving ladle.

"You should thank Brock for giving us such a wonderful meal and sharing us his home. AND I bet you didn't even bother to wash your filthy hands!"

"I bet you Brock knows how thankful I am! Right, Pikachu?" bickered Ash as he looked towards Pikachu for back-up.

"Pika!"

"Hey now! I'm just glad you guys are here. Don't worry Misty, I'll know how grateful Ash is after I see his full belly," laughed Brock.

"Vul!" cried out Vulpix. Seems like it and the other Pokémon have yet to be fed.

"Don't worry Vulpix! I'd never forget about you guys!" Brock said as he served around gourmet Pokémon food.

"All right guys! Dig in!" Ash called out as he released his other Pokémon from their Pokéballs.

"You guys too!"

"There's enough for everyone!"

The Trainers' Pokémon all chowed down their share gleefully. It was not all the time that Brock served gourmet Pokémon food. It was truly indeed a special treat.

…

Watching the eating Trainers and Pokémon from outside of Brock's home, was the curious Mew. Everyone seemed to dine so happily. Perhaps, it is not only the food yet the company each friend shared with one another. Enjoying an activity such as feasting together with friends, kind of made the little Pokémon feel envious.

Despite having shared her home with tons of other wild Pokémon and befriending them all, she was not able to ask for their company. Most of the Pokémon wanted to be with their own kin, their own families. Unfortunately for Mew, she was alone – the last of her kind. Well, that was what she had considered.

Admittedly, Mew grew tired of her boring and dull life alone in the Tree of Beginning, hence she usually ventures out to see the world. She has been to a lot of places and has even met a lot of other Legendary Pokémon. However, sometimes meeting them made her feel a bit guilty for having to leave the place she was meant to guard. Being with them always reminded her of her purpose to the Tree of Beginning. On this particular night, however, she decided that another adventure may perhaps be calling out to her.

Mew hovered closer by the window of Brock's house. Contrasting to the dark of night, she was not very inconspicuous. Ash's Pikachu had almost immediately spotted her.

"Pika! Pika-pika!" Pikachu called out to Ash gesturing to the window where Mew watched by.

"Hey look outside! It's a Pokémon!" said Ash.

"Hey I know, let's invite it in for dinner!" says Brock, as he went on to prepare more gourmet Pokémon food. "Invite it in Ash."

Ash nodded just before standing from his seat and walking over to the window where Mew floated by. He then pulled up the window frame and called out to invite Mew to come have dinner with them.

"Hey there! Why don't you come in and grab some dinner with us? Our friend made some extra special Pokémon food!"

Mew cheered at Ash's kind invite. She then looked at him thoughtfully. Do I know this young Trainer? I think I have met him before, she wondered to herself. Slowly, Mew floated towards the opened window. All the other Pokémon gave her a warm welcome.

"Thank you everyone. Thank you, kind Trainer," she spoke through telepathy. "I am Mew."

Hearing Mew's telepathic voice for the first time astounded everyone, including the Pokémon.

"Hey, it just spoke!" Misty said in a surprised tone.

"It's using telepathy," Brock explained.

"Indeed," Mew said with a small nod. "I am grateful for having you welcome me in your home to have some dinner. The bond you share with your Pokémon is admirable," she thanked and praised the trio. "I wish I had someone to join me for a meal back at home."

This statement slightly saddened the three.

"Don't you have any friends back at home, Mew?" Ash said, his tone filled with concern.

"I do. Yet they, of course, would choose to accompany their own kin. It of unfortunate circumstances that I am… alone. Well perhaps, that is what I have convinced myself," Mew said softly looking down. "The moment I met him, I could have believed that I am not alone any longer. However, he had to depart and I did not expect the good-bye to be so… painful. I still, up to this day, feel such sorrow."

Mew's story not only captured the trio's interest and attention, yet the other Pokémon listened intently as well. They all went closer to Mew to listen better, with some even bringing their meals with them.

"Mew, please tell us… who are you talking about?" Misty politely asked. She knew that such a question would have to make Mew recall perhaps a painful or sad memory.

"The one they call, Mewtwo."

"OH!" the three exclaimed in unison.

Yes, the Legendary Pokémon they have met in Mount Quena. Fortunately, he has retained them their memory of him and all the events that occurred with Giovanni. What shocked them was how Mew knew Mewtwo, and moreover, how she had such feelings for him.

"Wait, so you're the… Legendary Pokémon Mewtwo was cloned from!" realized Ash.

"A Legendary Pokémon?" Brock remarked in a quiet tone, as if speaking to himself.

Mew merely nodded. Silence filled the room as the trainers and Pokémon shared a mix of surprised and astonished reactions.

"This may be a stupid question, but how do you know Mewtwo?" Ash said scratching the back of his neck. The other Pokémon leaned in even closer.

Mew floated down to sit on top of the table. "I had engaged with him in a battle not very long ago." She then looked up and starred at the trainers' faces, gazing deep into their eyes. "I remember now, you three were all there too."

"What? But how?" asked Brock. He could not recall a time he had seen Mew and Mewtwo in the same place battling one another. Ash and Misty seemed to be on the same boat.

"Oh yes. He made you forget that particular memory…" Mew explained.

"He did wha-?" a confused Ash asked. "So, you're telling me that you battled Mewtwo and we were there but we couldn't remember because he wiped out our memory?"

"Pika?" Pikachu added to the conversation, also scratching his head in confusion.

Mew simply nodded. "Yes, but it appears fate has allowed your paths to cross again. This time, you remember everything. That is good."

"Aww man, that would have been cool to remember," complained Ash. He knew a battle between two of the most powerful psychic Pokémon would be something worthwhile to witness, and better yet, to remember.

"Pikachu…" sighed Pikachu.

"Ash!" nagged Misty as she nudged him by the elbow. "That was very inappropriate!"

"Ow! All right fine, I'm sorry…"

Everyone was so immersed in Mew's story that they have seemed to forget their dinner.

"I do apologize for the segue, but your food must be getting cold. I do not wish to deprive you of your enjoyment with such culinary and filled stomachs," she giggled.

"Oh yeah! I almost forgot…" Brock ran over to the kitchen and served Mew her share of some gourmet Pokémon food. "Please, enjoy yourself as well!"

Mew beamed a smile. "Thank you, kind Trainer."

"It's no problem. By the way, I'm Brock," greeted Brock as he held out his hand to initiate an introduction.

"And my name's Ash! And this is my best friend, Pikachu!" Ash said as he gestured towards Pikachu to also introduce themselves.

"And I'm Misty. This is Togepi," smiled Misty. "Togepi!" greeted the merry Pokémon.

"A pleasure. We are well acquainted."

"Hmm… seems like those twerps have invited a rare Pokémon for dinner!" came a sly female voice spying through her digital binoculars from atop a tree branch. "And not just any rare Pokémon! A legendary!"

"Looks like we'll hit the jackpot if we snatch that thing right up and quick!" added a talking Meowth, who was also spying through his binoculars.

"Yes, imagine the grin on the boss' face once he sees we have captured us a Mew!"

"Alright, it's now or never! If we can't capture that other big powerful legendary, this smaller one should be a piece of Pokécake!" exclaimed the third companion as he took out what seemed like a vacuum cleaning machine.

"Righty-o! Let's go!" the Meowth and man said in unison.

Just as the three were to jump down, the woman's Pokéball shook and out came a Wobbuffet.

"Wobbuffet!"

"Wobbuffet! You're too heavy you're gonna make us fa–aaaAAAHHH!"

As foreseen, the tree branch could not carry the weight of the four and broke off, causing the three a most painful yet comical landing.

"Wobbu! Wobbuffet!" The tall, cyan Pokémon seemingly grinned as his fall was luckily cushioned by the pile of two Trainers and the Meowth made.

Author's Message: Foremost, I would like to thank those who have followed and favorited the story on its release. This is my first Pokémon story and I wish to make it the best (like no one ever was). Please do leave a word or two if you wish! :-)