Chapter 2: 'Friendly' quarrel.

Disclaimer: Don't even think that I own the rights for Pokemon. Nintendo does.

Warning: violence and strong language. Viewer discretion is advised.

Notice: Been a long since the last update. Had some cleaning up to do. I forgot to label documents that were needed. It took a while, but I finally got it.

Review response for 'Indigo' had startled me. It seems to bring in some crowds. Not a lot, but I'm not one who takes thing for granted. Thanks! Here they are:


Ducktitan 1, anon.

Please continue, I have been dying for a good Mewtwo Shipping for ages, I'm tired of seeing OCs taking the light. Damn, I haven't even seen a Psychicshipping fic in a long time, not since Daydream Believer.

Good luck.

TheFrogFromHell
2006-08-18
ch 1,

You should continue. I love pairings like this... I attempted to write my own, but I doubt it's as good as yours.

tricksterchild
2006-07-14
ch 1,

Sounds like you got something going on! Update please!

Emperor K. Rool
2006-07-10
ch 1,

I find this very interesting, but I am worried about one thing.
Are you still planing to make this a lemon? I'm afraid that my religious beliefs will prevent me from reading that, but I really like the rest of the concept.
Maybe you could put a warning in the chapter before the lemon scene?

Invader Ash
2006-07-07
ch 1,

I love it.

Destiny-Dragoon
2006-07-06
ch 1,

Well...I'm not a fan of pokemon fics though I do play it... It's good. Much better than I expected in a random try. Keep it up!

Cheers

WiseAbsol
2006-07-05
ch 1,

Rubs hands together with a laugh. Well, here's Indigo! I've been wanting to read this fic of yours for quite awhile, after you gave the small preview in Part 3.

Thus far, it's intriguing. I'm eager to read more of it. For now, I'm content to wait.

Well, gracious Miyuutsuu. See ya' later.

WiseAbsol


Remember: Mewtwo's speeches are in italic format.

Never before has she seen anything like this. Of all things, a talking pokemon. But one that was hovering above the shrine with relative ease was considered powerful. Nonetheless, it is a trespasser & all trespassers are to be dealt with. The torches that lighten up throughout the shrine area might have played a trick on her eyes, yet: it is all real. "Who or what are you & what gives you the right to enter into private property?" The clone said nothing, his eyes gave away the details of warning. Out of the blue, the area lit up in a blaze of blue, matched with the darkness that is black as well.

Clair had to make the first move. "(I don't know what type of pokemon you are, but you're going down.) Fellow dwellers, assert your strength & drive this trespasser out of here!" While she was giving out a command, Mewtwo had enough of this absurd display of dominance. Yet it amuses him, knowing that whatever strategy that this woman planned out, would result as an utter failure.

At the first wave of offense, three Dragonairs charged at Mewtwo with a barrage of thunder-waves, honing dead on. But the clone closed his eyes, as if the attacks meant nothing. Nearing towards impact, the attack had merged into a huge force of surging ferocity. Clair smirked in a sense of accomplishment. "That attack should-what?" Little did she realized to late, that the purpose of the enigmatic light from a little while back, had now taken into effect. By a margin of five feet, Mewtwo had opened his eyes, no longer are they to shine amethyst. Icy blue, with the mark of unmerciful intent. The den's main interior walls glistened with now embedded artificial crystals made out of raw psychic energy. Apparently, the clone had been going through with an ingenious strategy. Having to create rows of conductive crystals to divert any known source of electricity.

It drew the electrical currents of the attack towards the walls themselves, acting as a conductor. Leaving their marks on Mewtwo with nothing. Clair now knew that this pokemon is extremely powerful, possessing a variable arrays of tactics & counter-offenses. Time was of the essence, and now's the time to launch a full scale warfare. "Hear me again fellow dwellers of the ancient den, strike now with everything you have to remove this foe. Kingdra: lead the way!" She guided her force to the next wave. Several Gyaradoses joined in the fray to lend in support. Mewtwo scoffed in annoyance, seeing wild pokemon aiding for a human.

"Kingdra: Hyper Beam!" With Kingdra building up the required energy, the rest had followed it's example & too got ready. The clone however, had a special surprise in store for them. A little experiment in the works, only missing, were the subjects to go through with it.

Mewtwo casts both hands out in a 'Y' formation, invoking something to happen. Clair looked on in confusion. "What is up with that? It's as if..." By now, the embedded crystals began to glow in response. It occur to her that they had another meaning to their use. "Everyone! ATTACK NOW!" Too late. Her actions took too long to be in effect. Mewtwo's hands made a motion true to unrelenting ferocity. Open palms now became clenched.

It was the signal to end this battle.

Each transparent artificial gems radiated with sparks of pent up electrical discharge. Mewtwo gave out his own command. "End. Game. FIRE!" Row upon rows of the crystals shot down, not at the pokemon, but at the waters they resided. Like a swarm of locusts, the charged gems pierced through the waters, instantly igniting into a surge of intense electrical pain. Many of the offensive dragons were brought down the moment of first impact, knocked out by the sheer outcome of the barrage. Kingdra got knocked out of the water & fell on dry land. They were the lucky one. The rest, bombarded repeatedly by comrade's own attacks, used on each other.

Not a moment too soon, did she called out her Dragonair to protect her from who knows what was in store for all...

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Leveled beyond repairs, the battlefield looked more like a depraved wasteland. The waters that grazed near the shrine were blocked by debris from the intense fight. Most of the participants had exhausted their battling spirits to the brink of unconsciousness while watching. They were taken out by a single command over their own powers. In the dead heat of the battle between the Blackthorn gym leader's evolved Dragonite & the unholy genetic adversary, each side showed no signs of fatigue. Whiles there were some minuscule gasps of air, it did not indicate that the fight was drawing to an end.

Never has Clair been in an truly memorable match. So much ferocity, primal rush of adrenaline pouring through her veins, as she fought with her very life depended on it. And yet, despite the severe risk, it was just what she actually craved. Some unexpected turns of events. No longer will her days be so mediocre. The sheer thrill of the outrageous, the dangerous & the unpredictable. Each moment would be worth the time. And now, she got her wish.

The problem...it was at the hands of an unknown uber-leveled pokemon that can speak like a human. And it seems to hate humanity itself. That was the setback.

So far, having her Dragonair evolve into the majestic Dragonite from the dramatic outcome of the bizarre crystallized assault, had been the highlight. It's speed became an important asset. Yet: the clone manage to still hold it's ground. To think that all by itself, Mewtwo repelled every massive waves of assault that Clair threw at him: this match will not cease to stop until there is an absolute winner. And both sides weren't ready to give in that easily.

Mewtwo had already calculated possible outcomes from the match. All of which would favor in his side. "Give up, human. You are no match for me. I alone, had vanquished your so called 'dwellers of the den'. Although your only active pokemon is a Dragonite, it too shall fail in aiding you." Clair shot back. "In all, you are one prudish, rude, inconsiderate pokemon. How dare you to give me such shitty threats. I'll show you why it's not to piss me off. Dragonite: Extremespeed!" By now, her call of command had taken effect as the orange marine dragon blurred out in a flash. Careening upwards to it's target foe. Yet the clone hovered about, staring right at her without making a move. He now spoke again, calm & serious. "An improper use over a strong attack, behold! Your downfall."

The same aura enshrouded the clone once again, until it evaporated. As if it were absorbed through his body, when his eyes glowed the same cold stare. Before Dragonite could even reach within striking distance, Mewtwo motioned the encased barrier to subside & propped his hands in the direction of one offensive threat. A Psychic barrage. The dragon didn't had a chance at evading the clone's assault. One direct launch took out Dragonite hard, sending it straight towards the waters below. "Dragonite! Pull yourself together! I know you can still whoop this jerk's sorry ass!" Yet, Dragonite did not respond. It was knocked out cold by the intense Psychic attack.

Mewtwo heard what she had spoken. "(Interesting, the human still wants to continue a losing cause. No matter, I have already claimed victory.)" One reassuring gaze at his adversary would have the clone smirk in triumph. Again, he looked at her. The eerie nostalgic feeling arose again. This was all new territory for him. It nagged his conflicted mind. "(Yet...those eyes. Why do they seem so familiar...so open? Gyahh, Stupid sense of conscience! I need to know as to why am I faltering in this predicament... later.) Listen human, much to my dismay as to how long this absurd battle should prolong," Moments later, a cast of his powers caught the marine dragon in mid-fall.

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Dragonite was brought down in that very same blue aura. Clair could see that something was amiss inside of the clone's mind. Wasting no time Recalling her team back to their poke balls for a rest, Clair was quite skeptical as to what motive Mewtwo had now. "Though this battle is by far 'time wasted all for not' throughout the night, you are the first that has somewhat intrigued me as a worthy opponent. No one has ever managed to hold their grounds for no more than a few paltry minutes. As to why I spared your pokemon, let's just say that I feel charitable & let you live as well too." Clair felt insulted as Mewtwo gave that offensive statement. At the same time, compelled to getting even with her own choice of words. "Oh? Is that so? Do I detect a sense of fear wallowing up in your big egotistical head of yours?" Not one to talk about negotiations, Mewtwo huffed in a remark.

"Bah! Ignorant human, I will never believe any words that spews out of yours or any other of your kind. I only came here for the sole purpose of a one night rest." Again, she felt insulted. Every time this...thing points the blame towards humanity for whatever it's problem, it shows that there some issues still needed to be taken care of. It is the perfect choice for ammo.

"Listen, you! Not everything in life has to be part of your...Emo like problems. Get it through your head, fucking crybaby. Either you act like a ignorant assholes & mope all over the place, as your are right now or do something about it." Finally, someone who was able to say something meaningful to the clone. However, she is something, despite the use of vulgar language. "Such language for a 'lady' like yourself. Tell me: does it bother you to know that you'll never be near a single man without blathering insults that can a child's mind into a warped crazed individual? My, how this time of age, you shou-"

Click

Mewtwo had abruptly halted his speech when he heard the sound of a hammer pin being locked. It turns out that the gym leader, had in possession, a hand gun in her hands. Where she had it...that's for her to know & nobody else's business.

"Fuck you. You don't know anything about me. So give up bring up any bullshit that's squarely on me."

The mere sight of a weapon pointing at him provoked the clone, hindered rage boiling near the top. But what he do? He descended down to the floors. The emotionless expression upon his face was a striking similarity to that of an archangel. Step by step, he went towards her until he was within an arm's reach from her. Toe to toe, Mewtwo measured himself up to Clair. Waiting to see if she will either cower away like he knew it was bound to happen. Or if she had any guts at all to prove him wrong. A gun waiver at her foe, Clair was starting to feel a bit scared. Who knows what was in store for her. "So, at least one honest response from the likes you inconsistent ingrates. Now, are you going to put away that obsolete piece of contraption or what: commit a murder?" No one has dared to question her. No one had the audacity to belittle her acts. No one but Mewtwo. "You're right. From what I can see, you're no ordinary pokemon," That's when she lowered her firearm down & popped out the magazine. "Pardon me for my uhh, abrupt misuse of my gun. The name is Clair, gym leader of Blackthorn City & protector to all the inhabitants here. May I ask: who you are & what are you doing in this area?" She was entranced at the very beginning of their meeting. Surly, there was no way of knowing the reason why, but it made no difference. Nor do it made sense. Perhaps looking into it might just clue her in...

Meanwhile, putting up another front, Mewtwo did not want to socialize with another human, however: if it's to clear things out, it was necessary. How despicable it was to be near them. "Listen well & don't ask any question. I don't allow anyone to know what I am. And I only came here in this area to rest my body & mind. It was to be for only a couple of hours, & then to leave, never to return."

"Fine, leave it at that. But before things go a bit off in a handle," What he got, was an unusual show. The cobalt haired gym leader backed away some steps, dropping her disarmed gun further away along with the Mag as well. Next, unhooking her poke balls & placing them gently down the ground. Then came that of her favorite cape, symbolizing her superiority was not on the line. And finally, her gloves to show that there was nothing else to hide from. But before the gloves were un-donned, she reached in to pull out a shiny flat circular object from the right one and showed it to Mewtwo. "Do you know what this is?" It was a point of showing ignorance towards the clone. A way to make an insult on the inside.

"I'm not that ignorant to know that it's just a coin. Why should it be of concern to me?" One pace before another, Mewtwo took some strides, trying to decipher the intentions of this unusual human. Clair saw this as a sign of impatience. How he had now wanted to leave. But why couldn't he? Something was not right in this case. There had to be some sort of reasonable logic.

"It's not just a coin, it's also a tool for luck if you will. Some thing so small that can fit in my hand, yet: your very future lies in every waking turn, by the prediction it can make. Get my drift?"

"I don't care." Mewtwo grew impatient by the minute. Clair had to further entice him into what she was about to go through.

"Are you, one who feels driven by logic? Have you ever had the thought of putting yourself on the line, for luck? Who knows." The prodding only gotten Mewtwo to be...more of himself. "Pathetic fool, only the weak minded rely on luck. All for the promise of the impossible. Luck is nothing more than being inferior. There's no absolute logic to what your referring to. "

There came a line in which she had cross over. "So that means that you are afraid of it? For such a powerful foe, it seems that you have a weakness for the impossible. 'Oh look at me: I'm all afraid of a widdle coin. I'm a total dick wad of a prudish asshole.'"

That pushed his button. "Don't you dare toy with me! I am the most powerful pokemon the likes of which, the world has ever felt. I have no weakness. Want me to prove it to you?"

That was what she wanted to hear. Getting the right style of attention to further proceed with her radical idea. "Then you won't if we made a simple wager. With no strings attached. All for the purpose that you have no absolute weakness."

Mewtwo took the initiative bait. His eyes gleamed in a sparkle of metaphorical flames, determined to prove her wrong. "Rrrrrgh. See to it that you won't try to pull a fast one on me, human. Tell me the stipulations for your so called 'wager'. But be warned: I detest treachery."

A smirk of confidence was plastered all over her now. Was it possible to trick a powerful pokemon? Only one way to find out, she made it this far. "Here's how the wager works. It implies as to what the outcome of the choice, the coin lands on. I will agree to one request if you win & you will agree if I win."

Seconds went by when Mewtwo decided to see how it will turn out. "(I grow weary of this grating...no matter. I shall render her mind blank of this moment.) I will agree to your terms on one condition: I do not belong to anyone & I shall remain that way."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I will choose 'heads' & you will take 'tails'." One flick of the wrists, and the deed is done. The coin spun in mid-air, flashing quick glimpses of a wreath (Heads) and the number 20 (tails)

On one side, Mewtwo knew that this is all pointless. Seeing the way that Clair flipped the coin indicated that by the sheer revolutions per macro-seconds it made, the results would be in his favor. Nothing to do with luck. "(Just a measurable 50 percent chance of the outcome. She shall never know that it was all odds were against her. Still...what are her motives.)"

On the other end, the gym leader was mentally, cursing out encouragement on to the coin. "(C'MON! Let it be on heads. Prove this fucking ingrate that luck is always a key factor! Hope what I have in mind should do the trick. For both our sake.)"

Faster & faster did the coin thus spun, not long before landing on the dirty cavern floors.

Every clinking sound it made, drew anticipation.

Slowly, it spun at an unprecedented pace.

No one expected to know what happened next.

What came to be, paved a way of no return...for when the coin had stop:

It landed on heads.


A/N: Every time that I keep reading the first chapter here...it bothers me to know that it has almost exactly the same plot lines as to the first episode to 'Naughty Kitty Theaters'. Don't ask if you read it: it boggles the mind to know that a similar plotline could do so much in a alternative scenario. :9

And don't think that experimental attack Mewtwo made was a one time use. It'll be back later on.

Up Next/ Chapter 3: ♪Tomorrow: It's another drag!♪♪ (Talk about starting the day with 'shit' going on.)

Chapter 4: Halloween! She's so mean! (insert lyrics from 'Blur the Technicolor' here.)

Both will be out on Halloween.

Miyuutsuu