Chapter 3

Mew's viewpoint

A few weeks later…

Dusk, as it seemed in my point of view, was one of the most beautiful spectacles the world was bestowed upon. The sun dipped further into the dimming haze of a once bright and lucid horizon. The sea was now gleaming orange as the fiery rays of the sun touched it, reflecting its brilliance in tiny minute ripples. The sky's intense gleam was slowly becoming faint, melting into the deep blue that was surely followed by the comfortable darkness of the night. Though the dim was fast approaching, the clouds had yet to submit into the dark colors of evening, still retaining its shinning luster. The message this scenic view conveyed did not fully entered me, yet I could only enjoy every finely-tuned tinge of the contrasting colors it presented. It had been weeks since I had seen something as vivid as this… Turning away from the beautiful vista, I continued to make my way towards the city of Blackpool, where Mewtwo is said to reside. I cannot really understand why he would want to live inside a city populated by the creatures he despised. I would want to ask him that…

In no moment at all, the city came into view. As I inhaled a lungful of air, I can smell the smoky tinge of it, along with the unusually cold and minty scent of the winter fast approaching. Already the trees had shed its magnificent leaves, leaving it barren and exposed to the biting cold and blizzards that was sure to come. A light cover of snow had already settled, blanketing everything in its pallid wake. It seemed that surrounding the metropolis were undersized ranges of hills and cliffs, like a natural barrier protecting its inhabitants. Roads that connected the main highway looked like the crossword puzzles interconnecting with each other. Even at this height, I can hear the echo of man-made noises coming from every direction. The honk of car horns, the buzzing sound of construction sites, the never ending chorus of human conversations… yet I can sense that it was slowly diminishing, given the fact that night was imminent.

High concrete buildings were the first to capture my attention. Standing like elder sentinels, it appears to watch over every detail the city conveyed, every specks of life, every happenings…. To the right of this city was the ocean, now dotted with boats and commercial vessels either leaving or nearing the busy city. The lighthouse at the very edge of the cliff stood majestically, guiding the ships towards the active port.

Standing at the very tip of the tallest building, I took in the scene silently, being in complete awe at the humans' progress. I had remembered this place to be but a small village decades ago, reminiscing the simplicity of life here when technology was scarce. The people lived easy lives, not even contemplating the possibility of poverty that might plague their beautiful town. Yet industrialization continue to engrave itself into every form of human community there is, transforming it into something more modern and contemporary. Yet along with the satisfaction, unwanted effects were inevitable. Poverty, sickness, feuds and war… all these were the results of simple human pride and arrogance. And even though other humans do not realize it, money became one of their lives' necessities.

And all of these I had realized by just studying this one single town…

Turning my back at the now rising moon, I turned myself invisible, floating towards the city's main park. Landing softly on the grass, I had decided to change my form instead of searching the city for Mewtwo while invisible, albeit it being easier. I knew better than to raise any suspicion to humans. There would be utter chaos if they knew that I was present in their city!

Turning myself into a Pikachu, I trotted along the grassy surroundings, looking for any sign of Pokémon life. Though I saw some laid their eyes on me, they would immediately dismiss me as unimportant. A Psyduck by the small pond caught my attention, seeing him stare blankly at the frozen lake in front of him. I made my way closer to him, making sure that no humans were around. While I am able to change to any form of Pokémon I wish, I do not have the ability to speak in its language. So as I neared him, I asked in a telepathic voice, "Hello there. Do you mind, may I ask you a question?"

The Duck Pokémon pried his eyes away from the icy lake and regarded me with crazy eyes, and spoke in Pokémon language, "Sure! Ask awa- Wait a minute… did you just use telepathy?"

I nodded silently, hoping to keep my identity as discreet as possible. His eyes narrowed into slits, but fortunately, he decided to drop the subject, "Very well then. State your question."

"Do you know a creature named Mewtwo, by any chance? I was told that he resided here, but I did not expect the city to be so big."

Yet with much dismay, he shook his head, "Sorry. I don't know any Mewtwo." He said. "But it's better if you ask Brubarb over there. See that Noctowl? He knows everything and everyone in the city. By some good luck, you may find this Mewtwo. But I must warn you, He can be a bit…scary." He said, pointing to a tree a few yards from here.

I looked at the Noctowl that was perched on a branch near a marble fountain. I thanked the Psyduck and made my way towards the Owl Pokémon.

I stood at the base of the tree, looking intently at the Noctowl above me. He had not noticed my presence yet, for he was staring at the rising moon, his back facing me, his eyes slowly closed shut. He looked very much in peace, and I suddenly felt the urge to double-think my asking him. I did not want to disturb him in any way… Yet I really need to talk to Mewtwo now! Silently, but reluctantly, I asked, "Excuse me, Brubarb? I am sorry to disturb you, but may I ask you a question?"

The owl's eyes suddenly shot open and his head rotated towards his back, and only his head faced me. Seeing his yellow, intense eyes, fear suddenly crept within me then. He looked really scary for a Noctowl, I can tell you that. Summoning every bit of courage I can, I inched closer to the tree.

Quietly, he flew towards the ground near me, examining me with much caution. Then he spoke, "I had never seen a Pikachu use Telepathy before. Better yet, are you even a Pikachu?" his voice sounded deep and ominous, carrying with them a tint of curiosity.

At first, I found it difficult to reply to his statements. Should I really tell this Pokémon, who was a complete stranger to me, my identity? It should not be best in the most part, yet eventually I replied, the words escaping from me before I had time to regret it, "No, my species is not of a Pikachu. I am Mew, and I need to ask you something, are you acquainted with Mewtwo?" I asked.

He clearly did not look surprised or confused then what I had expected him to be, "Huh… so the great Mew appeared before me and is seeking Mewtwo… this is rather uncanny."

"So you do know Mewtwo. May I know where he is?" I asked.

He replied, "He and I are friends. He lives in an abandoned apartment at the other side of town. I can guide you there if you want."

I smiled at this. Finally some progress…, "Thank you very much."

Then his expression changed to that of someone questioning, "But the reason why you want to see Mewtwo still bothers me. May I know why?" he asked.

I looked at him indifferently, "I'm sorry, but I cannot tell you. It is not of your concern." I said, firmly dismissing the topic. I'm sure he would understand and chooses to leave it.

But it seemed he would have none of that.

"I can keep a secret, you know." He stated, his tone almost demanding.

"I told you, I cannot say it to you. Please understand."

He moved closer to me and glided one of his wings on top of my head, feeling his soft feathers stroke me. I immediately pried his wing away, feeing rather violated from his touch. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh come now. You can tell me you little secret…"

I cannot help but feel annoyed by his infuriating insistence. I knew very well that I cannot tell anyone about my horrific demise, and Celebi made sure of that. And as much as I refrained myself from smacking this Noctowl for him to understand my point, his perseverance was too much, almost to the point where I had lost control.

"By god, would you please just…!" I held myself before I could scream something I would surely regret. "Please, can you take me to Mewtwo now?" Fortunately, he took my near outburst as a sign if dismissal.

"All right, fine. I'll take you there now." But then he paused, studying my form once again, "But you might want to change form if you want to arrive there faster. Walking would take at least a few hours."

I nodded, fully realizing that flying there would definitely save more time. Scanning the area, I found no other creatures besides us. My secrecy, after all, is one of my top priorities. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, silently, I changed my form into a Pidgey, feeling the soft feel of feathers on my form, receiving an astonished look from Brubarb as I completed my transformation. "Well, that certainly is…something." He said.

I looked at him wryly, feeling rather intrigued by his reaction, "Not much regard my transformations like yours."

He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? And why is that?"

I just shook my head, firmly dismissing the subject. We are wasting time here! "Can we go now please? I desperately need to talk to Mewtwo."

He nodded, facing away from me, and flew towards the evening sky, with me following him from swiftly from behind. Trying to keep my wings in a steady pace, I can feel the slight wind ruffled my now downy brown and cream colored fur. I can smell the slight fragrance of berries and mint in the evening air, even though leaves and berries were scarce during this time of the year. Even if there were, they would surely face the biting wrath of the harsh winter temperatures. The blizzards were the worst, and I speak of experience. Looking forward, a saw Brubarb a few feet in front of me. A though suddenly occurred to me then, making me ask,

"Brubarb, how did you and Mewtwo meet?"

Silence followed my words before he replied, not paying a glance at me, "He saved my life once, when a group of Fearows had attacked me."

I cocked an eyebrow, "Wait, did you say he saved you?" I said.

He nodded, "Yes. I had not known I had crossed their territory, and in turn, I was beaten to the point where I was barely conscious. Then he came. And saw me there, almost dead. At first he disregarded me with those cold, amethyst eyes of his. But he soon brought me inside his den, and nurtured me back to health. So now I owed him my life. He said that it was completely unnecessary, and an utter waste of pride, yet I opposed his belief. So he has me as his courier, feeding him information and happenings around the city."

I grew silent at this, absorbing his every word. Contemplating on those, I just cannot comprehend how Mewtwo had suddenly changed. During his dark, early years, all he wanted was to annihilate everything. You know…the mass genocide thing… yet now he had changed into a creature that healed. I almost laughed at the irony of it! The once powerful, ruthless being that wanted to destroy the world, whom I had fought against, was now a healer hiding in a city populated by the creatures he surely despised.

If I were to tell him this genuine truth, he would surely kill me.

I just giggled at this. He can blast me all he wants, but I would die a happy cat knowing my clone had become a softie. Brubarb glanced at me, seeing my expression. He opened his beak to ask what had suddenly pleased me, but decided not to. He just flew silently, not minding me in the least. I was thankful for this. At least he had stopped asking me unnecessary questions…

As we continue to fly towards Mewtwo's home, my attention was diverted to the sound of grinding tires and the clang of metals colliding. Glancing down, I saw two vehicles had erupted to flames, their respective drivers scrambling out of their now burning cars. Even up here the putrid smell of blazing gasoline and burning rubber has invaded my nose, making me feel like I wanted to suddenly gag. Then the crumpled vehicle imploded into a more violent inferno, possibly caused by their rather large, and full, gas tanks. The people near the area had started to panic, other cars trying desperately to avoid the smoldering blaze.

"Should we help, Brubarb? The situation seemed dire enough down there…" I asked my companion, not taking my eyes off the fire as it illuminated the surrounding buildings in a blistering orange glow.

"There is no need, Mew. The humans can take care of themselves. They are more dominant that way…" He stated matter-of-factly.

I sighed, "I guess."

Though moments later, the piercing wail of fire truck sirens reached my ears, nearing the blazing chaos. Now fully convinced that my help would no longer be needed, I pried my eyes of the scene as we continued on.

As we flew towards the evening sky, the buildings in the area that we were now in seemed to be abandoned, save a few that were at the edge of the vicinity. As we neared a particular building, I take its appearance quietly. Paint that appeared to be peeling off, small chunks of concrete missing from the ashen walls, windows that were surprisingly intact, the pungent odor of old construction and frail wooden boxes filled the air, as well as the small tang of mint, musk and sweat. Yes, I remember all too clearly. The latter were definitely the scent of Mewtwo. My sudden sense of dread and anticipation had rendered most of my senses more acute and powerful than before, and a felt the energizing surge of fight-flight response, making my body sweat and tremble slightly.

We entered one of the windows silently, landing on the grimy tiled floor of the structure. Even with my acute vision, I could barely perceive a thing around me. Tiny beams of moonlight were our only means of brightness, and even those were not enough. I created a ball of energy upon my small paw, seeing the whole room being illuminated by a soft purple glow. It seemed that the room was forgotten by time itself, almost everything seemed to be rotting inside. The furniture, the television whose pitch black screen appeared to be blasted to pieces, the bookshelf creaking in the slightest vibrations, the books within them crumbling to dust… I wondered then how long had this place been oblivious to any eyes…

"This is where Mewtwo resided? I had thought it would be more…lively…" I asked, receiving an amused glance from Brubarb.

"This is but a room that he decided to be left untouched. His hideout is at the attic."

Cautiously, we continued towards a hallway, seeing the alabaster walls coated with dust and webs. On the wall separating two rooms was a picture frame nailed still, the image incomprehensible from the filth. Out of my childish curiosity, I glazed a paw upon the glass frame, wiping the dust away, and saw five painted faces of humans staring back at me. They must be the family that owned this house very long ago… The older man on the far left side must be the father. He wore this long gray shirt and simple jeans, intelligence gleaming in his black eyes. At the other end was the mother, who seemed to be in her early thirties, dressed in fine silk of yellow and orange. Beside each parent stood their two daughters, looking very much alike to each other, both wearing electric blue dresses that seemed unbefitting to either of them. In the middle stood a young boy, the couple's only son, dressed in fine black, his brown hair styled back. Though as I looked closely enough, the boy was the spitting image of his mother. Only his black, sharp eyes were inherited from his father. Something about this boy seemed oddly familiar to me, yet I do not know why. I had never seen him before, had I? Sitting beside this boy was a small Meowth, looking not even a month old, pawing at black shoes. Exploring the frame with my paw, a date seemed to be engraved in white ink at the bottom-left part of the framework. It said "1955". Looking around, other pictures were present still, on shelves, on tables, the walls, even behind the cupboard behind the stairs. Yet that was the only family picture there is. The others were individual images of the family members, except for the young boy. It seemed that there was no other picture of him anywhere, and his identity was not mentioned in the picture as well. Shifting my head around, I saw Brubarb staring vacantly at the picture.

"Brubarb, do you know who this boy is?" I asked, pointing at the aged painting.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do." Yet the tone of his voice dismissed the subject instantly, the reason behind it unknown to me. He flew towards the ashen stairs, urging me to follow him. I did so, though feeling a bit unsettled, "Mewtwo is upstairs, and being a nocturnal Pokémon that he is, he might already be awake by now." He said.

As it seemed, there was light pouring out of the edges of the door that separated us from the attic. Mutely, Brubarb and I entered slowly, hearing the wooden door creaked with minimal sound. Upon entering, I winced at the sudden light that invaded my eyes, it being blinding after spending a long time in dark areas. Placing a paw above my eyes, I looked around the room. Needless to say, Mewtwo had outdone himself, but it was not surprising at all. The room was relatively small, being only meters wide. There was a small human bed on the left corner, the covers of it ruffled yet clean. A desk stood at the right side, contained in them various books and reading materials. At the middle of the small desk was a computer, the screen flashing in different screensavers. A small fan stood beside the bed, still rotating with a soft blow. By the far end of the room was a small window overlooking the city. As I neared the casement, I could see the dimming lights of the city. The metropolis, it appeared, was beginning to quiet down, unlike the previous town I had resided in, where nighttime is when the revelry was at its peak. As I pried my gaze off the scene, my eyes landed on a small picture frame nailed on the brown walls. The image was of a little girl, about five to eight years in age. Innocence and purity glistened in her aqua blue eyes, her face etched with a wide, joyful grin. Her dark black hair flowed towards her back, making her look even more cute than beautiful.

I stared at the picture quizzically, trying to decipher her identity. Who could this girl be? I had not known Mewtwo to be attached to any humans… well, maybe to Giovanni, and his creator, Dr. Fuji, but other than those people, he remained in the dark to most people. So who could she be? I had not seen her picture downstairs, therefore eliminating the fact that she had become a residence of this home. Could she have befriended Mewtwo?

"You knew better than to bring visitors inside my residence without my consent, Brubarb." A telepathic voice sounded. The deep, masculine tone was very much familiar to me than I had almost yelped in recognition.

Swerving my head towards the source of the words, my eyes landed on a tall, humanoid figure, standing on the doorway, looking at me intently with patience… and annoyance. His pure amethyst eyes were filled with aptitude, and I can't help but stare at Mewtwo with resolve.

"I'm sorry, Mewtwo, but he insisted on talking to you at once, so I brought him here in short notice." Brubarb said, "I hope you understand. And by the way, this Pidgey is actually…"

"I know who he is…" He said firmly, his eyes boring into mine.

I remained staring at him, not moving an inch, "It has been a long time, Mewtwo."

"Likewise…" he replied. Silence followed those words, making the atmosphere around us almost choking.

Finally after a few uncomfortable moments, I turned to Brubarb, "Can you give us a few minutes Brubarb? I need to talk to him privately."

Thankfully, Brubarb nodded slowly, and left the room in a wing's beat. Mewtwo closed the door slowly and sat on the bed, looking at me with now questioning eyes. "You can switch back into your original form. In that way, conversing with you would not be as uncomfortable as it is now."

Regarding those words, I returned into my feline form, not even realizing how much I had missed my tail. Silence fell yet again after my transformation, both of us expecting the other to start the conversation, staring unrelentingly at each other. In reality, I had never thought that talking to him again would happen in the near future, so I had little knowledge on how to converse with him. Fortunately, he provided the spark needed…

"I understand that you despise talking to me like so, and believe me that feeling is mutual, so if I would just inquire, what had forced the great Mew to come to me?" He asked.

"I have something to discuss to you, something that concerns us both." I said.

"And what would this be?" He asked.

I inhaled a deep lungful of air before replying, "Celebi came to me not too long ago, and she was deeply troubled about something. She said that she had a vision, of both of us."

This raised some suspicion in Mewtwo's part, "A vision? Of what exactly?"

Cautiously, I made my way beside him, sitting on the bed unenthusiastically, "I asked her if she could show me her visions, and she did, but… it left me utterly horrified and shocked at the end."

Even though he tried to hide it, I can discern the concerned look on his face as he listened to me. I smiled lightly at this, in turn receiving a confused look from my clone, "What amused you all of a sudden?" He asked.

"It's just that you had changed a lot since we had last met, Mewtwo, even if you try to deny it. I cannot help but feel a bit happy at that."

And deny he did, "What? What are you talking about? I had not changed in any way Mew, and will not in the near future! You are very mistaken…"

"Perhaps… but that is not the reason why I'm here."

"You had said that what she had presented to you left you shocked and horrified. May I know what this vision is about?" He asked.

I closed my eyes, not liking the idea of remembering the vision at all. Even after a few weeks had passed, I had nightmares about it, haunting me vividly in my dreams. Yet telling him was more important than what I was feeling. So pushing my thoughts aside, I told him,

"She… she showed me my death, Mewtwo."

He seemed to be taken aback at what I had said, "Your…your death?" He stammered.

"Yes, his death Mewtwo." A voice sounded beside us, it being all too familiar to me. Looking at our right, we saw a small green figure standing there, smirking childishly at us. My head suddenly swirled in confusion… what is she doing here?

"Celebi? What are you doing here?" I asked the Time Travel Pokémon.

To my surprise, she disregarded me and flew straight to Mewtwo, "I assume this is the first time we have met?" She asked, holding out a paw.

Mewtwo nodded slowly, not feeling surprised by her presence at all, shaking her hands, "So it seemed…"

"I can't say that this does not surprise me. I was told by someone that your attitude is vicious and rash, but now I found it hard to believe." She said, paying a slight glancing at me with accusing eyes.

"Oh, is that so?" His voice carried a tinge of anger.

My eyes flared in annoyance, "Alright, alright… just let it go please? And what are you even doing here Celebi? I thought I was the one to explain things to him."

She replied, "I did, but it would hinder my chance of meeting him, because he rather intrigued me."

"And would someone tell me what is the point of your' visits here? And what about Mew's death?" Mewtwo asked, now completely annoyed that he was very much oblivious to the whole situation.

"I think it would be best if I were to show you, Mewtwo." She then turned to me, evidently asking my approval for her to show him the visions. I can't help but feel a bit valued in this simple act. She really did respect me in every way. Nodding slightly, she continued…

"This will only take a second. Just relax yourself… steady your breathing… and let me do the rest." She said. I saw Mewtwo's figure slackening, and suddenly he became limp, and slumped at the wall behind him. Celebi too became flaccid, yet she remained floating in mid-air.

Well there was nothing much to do here but wait for them to awaken. I can only guess what Mewtwo's reaction might be after he rouses… I then hovered close towards the picture of the little girl, still trying to comprehend who she was…

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A few minutes later…

Mew's viewpoint

I suddenly felt Mewtwo began to stir awake, seeing his body jerk and become coated with sweat. I can feel his aura spiked in different emotions. Alarmed being the main one, yet he soon forced his emotions to normal. Celebi came to life as well, she remained indifferent, yet troubled al the same.

"That was rather… disturbing." He stated, holding his head. "I had thought that I was the only Mewtwo there is, but only now that I realized that I am very mistaken."

He then faced me, seeing him give me a sad yet irritated look "Dying in the hands of humans, if I may say so, is rather pathetic, Mew." He stated.

Pathetic? After seeing my demise, THAT is what he thinks? This is another reason why I hate Mewtwo… He can infuriate someone by the simplest of words. And the irritating smug look on his face made my mood much worse… "You're such an asshole, Mewtwo…" I cursed, giving him a sharp glare.

Yet instead of becoming angered, which I though his initial reaction would be, he just snickered, "I guess I am not the only one whose attitude had changed, Mew."

I stuck my tongue out at him, "Oh shut up!"

"Would you two children keep quiet for a second? This is why I hate Legendary reunions…" Celebi suddenly shouted, giving us an exasperated look.

I sighed, "All right…"

"I am not a child!" Mewtwo shouted.

Celebi disregarded Mewtwo, "What we need to talk about now are those humans in the vision. Any idea who they are?" She asked?

Mewtwo sighed, deciding to ignore Celebi's comment, "They did not seem to be Team Rocket, or any of Giovanni's subordinates. And it was rather impossible for them to create another Mewtwo, since I had erased their memories of me." Mewtwo said.

"The other organizations linked to Team Rocket are also out of the picture. I had checked on them a few weeks back, and nothing seemed to be suspicious…" Celebi stated.

"Wait…" I said, receiving questioning looks from both of them, "A few weeks ago, before the day before Celebi showed me the vision, I was attacked by the Mewtwo you saw in the vision. He said his name was Zoron, and he came from an organization called NIEC. Do you know any institute by that name?"

Both of them shook their head, much to my dismay. Yet Mewtwo suddenly got up and went to his computer, "I may be able to search of it though. It may be possible…" Using his psychic powers, Mewtwo brought up search engines and delved on the ever reliable World Wide Web. In my opinion, the Internet might be their greatest creation yet when concerning technology. It helped me a lot of times before in my travels, of course with human aid… though some humans have a naughtier way of using such… After a few grueling seconds, Mewtwo smirked in triumph, "Here it is…" He said.

It seemed that NIEC was an abbreviation for 'National Institute for Experimentation and Cloning', established for the sole reason of augmenting and expanding the field of genetics and chemistry. Created twenty years ago, it was regarded as one of the most exquisite and first-class science institutes in the region, or preferable the whole world, yet most of its project had remained a secret, unknown to most. Suspicious enough as it is, one of its known creations had wrecked havoc during its presentation, killing almost a dozen people. Yet no charges were made…

Weird…

"Well, that explains the other Pokémon we saw in the vision, as well as your clones. But the reason behind it, we still don't know." Celebi said.

"We are bound to know in the near future, yet for know we can only speculate. I would try to find more about NIEC and their projects. Hacking into their computer database would be easy. As for you two, what are you gonna do?" He said, casting inquiring glances at us.

"I'll double check the other organizations to make sure they don't have any ties between them and NIEC. If they have, well… let's just hope there are none." Celebi said.

Then they both turned to me, looking at me suspiciously, "Well?" Mewtwo asked.

In reality, I have no idea on what I'm going to do. It was not like I am a computer expert and help Mewtwo in hacking into their computers, and going into NIEC base was suicide. So what do I do?

"I don't know." I said.

Celebi seemed to ponder on something for a moment before replying, "You could stay here with Mewtwo."

I let the words sink in, "WHAT?" I shouted.

"I would not have Mew reside here. This is my sanctuary, and I would not share it with anybody, especially with other legendary. He will not stay here…" Mewtwo stated, giving her a steely glare.

For the first time ever, I concur with his words, "Damn right I won't."

Celebi gave us irritated and vicious glances, "Be realistic, you two. NIEC had already attacked Mew once, and who knows what would happen if that were to occur again. We cannot risk him being caught. You know what it is like to be in a human lab Mewtwo. Being tested, used, regarded as a 'thing', not as a Pokémon…" Celebi said, looking a Mewtwo for any reactions.

Mewtwo shut his eyes, as if his memories came flooding back to him, reminiscing on how Giovanni had used him as a weapon and a means of profit. Seeing his pained look, I can't help but feel sorry for him, even if his reaction when he realized when he was treated as such was to kill the ones who had brought him into this world.

Eventually, he sighed, "Fine…"

Celebi turned her attention to me, "Mew?"

I do not have much of a choice, do I? "Oh all right. But I would not sleep in the same quarters with him!"

"Certainly not!" Mewtwo agreed.

Taking this as signs of consent, she nodded and faced the window, "I must be going now. I am not likely to return in a few months. There are institutes in other regions, and I would have to check them all just to make sure." Then she faced us, warning gleamed in her eyes, "You two better behave, or I'll have to kick both of your furry asses when I get back."

I just snickered at that, "Fine then mom…"

But Mewtwo have a different reaction, "I do not like being treated as a child, Celebi. Show some decent respect, or you'll regret it…" he said, standing up and looking viciously at Celebi.

I was shocked at his sudden reaction. "Calm down Mewtwo. She does not mean that." I said, trying to calm him down.

Celebi stared back at Mewtwo with unrelenting eyes, the atmosphere becoming almost bitter from the aura both of them are emanating from. Mewtwo then formed a Shadow ball on his palm, preparing to fire it at Celebi.

"Stop it, you two!" I shouted. "Celebi, it's better of you to go. Now."

Celebi gave one last look at Mewtwo before disappearing into the night, leaving me and a steaming Mewtwo alone. He then looked at me, "She is more infuriating than you had ever been, did you know? I cannot stand being treated like a child and being forced what to do. I am an almighty creature and I go by my own terms!"

"I'm sure you are…" I said sarcastically, "Just don't let her get to you, Mewtwo."

He sighed, "Fine…"

My eyes suddenly landed on the image of the girl on Mewtwo's wall. Who exactly was she? I had not seen her face before, and I can tell she was rather precious to Mewtwo. A sudden curiosity surged into me then…

"Mewtwo, who is that girl?" I asked, pointing at the picture.

His eyes darted to her image, and I can distinctly see him soften from his angered reaction earlier. His aura suddenly changed to sadness, and I began to wonder, what did this girl; a small innocent girl did to make Mewtwo delve in such sad emotions?

"Her name is Amber…" He stated sadly.

I raised an eyebrow, "Amber?" I had never heard of her.

"Just… do not, okay? Reminiscing would prove rather pointless for me. Just let it go, Mew."

I looked at him sadly as he began to rise. What did Amber do to him to make him feel this miserable? I would have to ask him when the time is appropriate. Then a thought suddenly occurred to me…

"Mewtwo, downstairs I saw a picture of a family, who was probably the owner of this house. There was this young boy that seemed familiar to me, yet I cannot discern who he is. He seemed to be the only son of the couple. Do you know him?"

He then replied, not looking at me, "Is it not evident to you Mew? His brown hair, the black eyes, his wicked, steely expression, and the small Meowth on his feet… His family was the owner of this house. I cannot even believe how such a smart, young child became the leader of Team Rocket."

My eyes widened in understanding, "You mean… that boy is… this house belonged to… Giovanni?"

He nodded, proceeding to the door, "But, if you knew this house belonged to him, why didn't you leave?" I asked.

He shook his shoulders slightly, "I just…felt that I did not want to leave this place. Anyway, I'm going to prepare a room for you. Just remain here until I get back."

With that he closed the door with a slam, leaving me alone in his brightly lit room in confusion. There are so many things I had yet to learn about Mewtwo, and realizing that, I cannot help but feel more attached to him than before, even if I tried to deny it. With nothing to do, I proceeded to the window overlooking the city, contemplating on what had happened today. A lot of things had been revealed, and it was only a matter of time when Celebi's vision become a reality. Yet I would have to meet this other Mew first. Maybe, somewhere out there, she is already alive…