(This is a REALLY REALLY REALLY late birthday present to Jack, who came up with this pairing; Developmentshipping, Mewtwo/PMD2!Grovyle. Personally, it's my third-favorite Mewtwo pairing, right after Mewtwo/Mew.
This coincides with the Connecticut ruling on marriage, which makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside, though it wasn't intentional.
I promise I'll get to some femslash as soon as I can. It's HARD thinking up femslash pairings for Pokemon that I like and can write. /Sighs/
Quick question for my reviewers; would you mind if I put in some Fatal Error shippings? I have a few good ones, but I don't know if anyone else would read them, soooo...well, let me know.
Drabble seven, this is Idiocy, and I don't own!)
Grovyle sighed, and looked up at the beautiful hall, blinking up at it. "So," he muttered, "this is the afterlife people are dying to get into?" He winced at the joke. Ugh. He really had to think this nonsense through once in awhile.
God, he missed Ari and Soren. Ari had been his friend, his beloved partner...but she was gone now. He missed her still.
The Legend's Hall, however, did have nice architecture...
"Idiot." A voice sounded from behind him. Grovyle turned around, and stared at the speaker.
"Excuse me?" The Wood Gecko Pokemon spat. The speaker, a violet-and-silver feline...creature...raised an eyebrow at him.
"Your joke fell flat, I'm afraid." Grovyle could tell this cat was laughing at him, and in response, he sent out a Leaf Blade.
The cat merely raised an eyebrow, as the leaves bounced off of him. "Quite spirited, aren't you?" He laughed quietly.
"I like it." He held out a hand.
"My name is Mewtwo. What might yours be?" Grovyle was wary for a moment.
"Grovyle." He said, accepting the hand.
"I just don't understand it!" Mewtwo raged at Mew, who merely sat on the shelf in Mewtwo's library, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Don't understand what, Mewtwo?" She asked, blinking at him with her overlarge blue eyes. Mewtwo huffed.
"I felt these strange feelings. For another male. You call them love; like what you have with Lucario." Mew spat out her coffee.
"Who told you—" She stared at his amused expression.
"You were totally bluffing, weren't you?" She spat at him. Mewtwo huffed.
"Yes, and you just proved it. But that's hardly the point here. The point is, he's male." Mew nodded.
"Mmm, I noticed. You sure know how to pick 'em, Mewtwo." The larger psychic glared at her. Mew giggled. Mewtwo shook his head.
"He's...male." Mewtwo said. Mew rolled her eyes.
"Yes, we've been over this. And?!" Mewtwo gestured with his hand.
"Exactly! He's male! It's not like this is...well, normal..." He said softly. Mew rolled her eyes.
"Yes, because being a bioengineered psychic Legend cloned from a piece of my freaking eyelash is goddamn normal. Come on, Mewtwo. That's not what's bugging you." She observed him, and saw his expression change. He looked beaten.
"The other Legends still reject me. You understand I have no problem with this; you are my friend, and some of the female Legends who serve you are kind to me. I have my books." Mewtwo sighed. "But I just don't...you know, they'll frown upon it. The Legends—"
"The Legends are idiots." Mew said bluntly. Mewtwo paused. "What?" Mew huffed.
"Well, anyone who doesn't accept love for what it is—love—is an idiot in my eyes. So what he's male? So what, Mewtwo? You're Mewtwo. What the hell do you care for!?" Mewtwo stared at the now angered kitten.
"...I...I see." He bowed.
"Thank you, Mew."
He teleported away, and Mew sighed. "Men. I swear..." She muttered, opening back to her romance novel. "Oh, Ram Thorne," She sighed, "sweep Stella off her feet..."
Mewtwo scanned the area for Grovyle's psychic scent. He managed to pinpoint it around the Grass-Type's Glade. He sighed. Shaymin's grove would probably have been a good place to start, at any rate.
He found Grovyle listlessly arranging a pattern of sticks in a small, secluded part of the forest.
"Hello." He spoke, as Grovyle turned around. He nodded to acknowledge him, and turned back to his work. Mewtwo sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"May I sit with you?" He asked. Grovyle looked up, and nodded, surprise written across his face. Mewtwo sighed with pleasure, and sat down. "Thank you."
He merely observed Grovyle for a time, before Grovyle carelessly mentioned, "You know, I heard your conversation with Mew." Mewtwo jumped.
"You...you did?" Grovyle nodded. "Uh-huh. I merely was going to find someone to show me around, but instead, I happened upon quite an interesting conversation." Mewtwo blushed, a strange-looking sort of thing for the large cat.
"Well..." He let the sentence hang. Grovyle looked up.
"Mew was right. The Legends are idiots." Grovyle beckoned him over to the sticks he had been arranging.
They formed a word; LOVE.
Mewtwo merely smiled.