Yeah, took me long enough to update huh? XD Sorry. Laziness takes alot out on a girl ya know? Anyway, here's the next chap finally! Sorry, this one's a bit short. And keep sending in those reviews! :D the more you send, the more I know you love meh! XD
As for the accident...well, that's for later. :D
Water…That's all I see. Tiny little bubbles that float from the bottom. Up…up there. There's light I see.
I'm in a bubble too. Why am I in a bubble? Why can't I be in the water?
But what am I doing down here? I can't remember anything. Am I suppose to? Was I ever alive before, or am I waking up for the first time?
"Mew…"
Did I say that? Is that my name?
I hear something. Someone's crying. Who is crying? They're crying…out there.
The light. They're beyond that light. I have to go up there!
Closer…closer…so much light…almost there!
"Mew? Mew…"
Crystal blue eyes fluttered open, blinking at the sudden brightness casting over her face. She winced and raised a hand to her eyes, gasping as she felt the muscles tighten under her skin!
"Don't move honey." came the soothing voice.
'That's not the one crying…' Ultimew thought confused. Blinking her eyes to the light, she saw it was not the same. It came from a bulb attached to the white paneled ceiling. Moving her gaze around, she found Zelda there, looking down at her with concern burning in her wise and beautiful eyes. Ultimew cracked a smile. "How'd I do?"
Zelda smiled at her, joy dancing in her blue irises. "Just fine. You did a wonderful job out there."
"Great! When's my next match then?" Mew piped her smile growing.
"Oh no! No more battles for you today missy!" Zelda said smirking and leaning over to peck the female on the forehead. "You barely lived through this one."
"Aw! But I thought you said I did good!"
"That you did, but that doesn't mean you can overdue it."
Mew pouted and folded her arms, trying to hide the winces as she did so. The princess smiled amused, and ran her hands over her skirt to rid of the wrinkles. "If you behave, you can have a lollipop." she said.
"…..what flavor?"
Zelda reached into her side and pulled out a single piece of candy on a stick. "Grape." she said.
The color purple was all she needed to say. The candy was swiped out of her hand faster than she could blink and flew into the waiting paws of Ultimew, her eyes big and childish. "Mine!" she chirped.
Zelda laughed and held her hand to her mouth as the Pokemon licked away without a care. Her eyes then became downcast and she looked at the folded hands on her lap. "I meant what I said. You did wonderful dear."
Ultimew blinked and stared at the blonde confused.
"But…when that machine went berserk…and…" For the first time since the princess met the pink Pokemon, Zelda didn't know what to say. Her words were caught in her throat, that was slowly tightening from emotion. "I just couldn't believe what I saw today." she said at last. She drew her hand to her mouth to hide a sob. "Excuse me." she whispered and tried to compose herself. But every time her mind replayed the images of the fight and made her heart clench in pain. "You didn't have…you shouldn't have gone through that." she said, voice cracking.
Ultimew stayed silent and watched the female closely.
"I am…truly sorry I couldn't save you in your time in need." The princess said at last, tears escaping her eyes. "I was helpless, and in the end it was Mewtwo who went and saved you."
Ultimew blinked. Thinking back, she vaguely remembered bursting from the ground, and then fight off the drones for her. Then…her savior told her something. It was all so fuzzy that she hardly remembers anything but darkness, pain, and…
Ultimew brought a hand to her stomach and found it had been stitched up. In fact, looking at her body for the first time, she saw she was wrapped up like a mummy! She dared not look under the covers because that was where most of the pain came from.
Lightly touching her stomach, she winced. That was where it hurt the most. She didn't remember what exactly happened, but it felt like she was ripped open.
Pushing the thought aside Ultimew turned to the princess. "So he did come for me. Didn't he?" she asked smiling.
Zelda hiccupped and then turned to her surprised. "Y-Yes. He did." she said and bit her lip to keep it from quivering. Try as she might, composure didn't seem to be in the agenda for her.
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Ultimew's smile grew to the edges of her face, shining like a star. "Then I'm getting through to him at last!" she said happily.
Zelda, for a moment, was for a lose of words.
A new emotion was brought to the Pokemon's crystal blue eyes however. Ultimew wrapped her arms around herself, eyes quivering in fear along with the rest of her body. "I've never…I've never been in a battle before. That was…that was…" the words couldn't be brought of her mouth as she shook violently.
"Oh Mew," Zelda cooed and reached over to hug the Pokemon. "It's ok." she hushed and rubbed her back. "It was those once in a lifetime fluke."
"He saved me though…" Ultimew said in a small voice. "That was no fluke." Despite her mind racing at the memories of the fight, she smiled. "He came for me."
Zelda smiled as well. "Yes. He did."
A knock at the door alerted the two females to the door. Zelda answered for whoever it was to enter, and to their surprise it was Master Hand himself.
The gigantic hand floated in calmly. It never seizes to amaze the Smashers how much emotion the hand could show with his large fingers despite he had no face or body. Right now, he was scratching his thumb with his forefinger, thinking. Then he relaxed his digits ready to speak.
"Ultimew. You have shown great strength today. I came to congratulate you on your victor." He said. "After a performance like that, I'd say its safe to let you know that you have been officially deemed a true smasher." He then brought out a silver and gold ribbon within his palm it seemed, and held it out to the pink Pokemon. "Welcome to the club."
Mew's expression brightened up with glee and she took the ribbon from the hand. "Wow! This is…wait." She paused and turned to Zelda. "What does this mean?"
"It means you have full access to our tournaments, our fights, and our many, many, wonderful trails open to the rest of the Smashers here. You will be part of the team." Master Hand explained.
"Wow…thank you!" Mew said, now in awe of the gift. Zelda smiled for her friend and noticed her eyes beginning to droop.
"Yes, and I would also like to say that I am sorry about-"
The hand was interrupted by a gloved hand raised to him. In comparison, it was like that to a doll, but he was silenced nonetheless. Looking over to the bed with his non-visible eyes, he saw that the tuckered out female had fallen asleep.
Outside the room, another female was pacing around, nervously fiddling with her gun. Though her face was well hidden inside her mask, it was no secret to anyone that she was very worried for a certain injured Pokemon.
Taking a deep breathe, Samus forced herself to take a seat among the many empty chairs lining up the wall. A bounty hunter such as herself shouldn't concern herself over petty things like injured comrades. Showing weaknesses will only cause her trouble. Yet her foot had suddenly grown a bad habit of tapping incisively.
Barely at the click of the turning knob did Zelda come face to face with Samus, who all but sprung from her chair to the door! "How is she?" the female in armor asked, tone forcing to be neutral. The princess smiled and closed the door behind her. "Fine. She woke up but fell back asleep. Poor thing was so tired."
Samus glared her hands, slowly clenching into tight fists. "When I get my hands on the idiot that messed with the controls, I'm going to shove a beam sword so far up their ass, they'll be CHOKING on it!" she yelled.
Zelda tried to calm the angry female down, but to no prevail. The bounty hunter turned on her heel, muttering something about blowing something up to relieve some stress. Zelda sighed at her violent friend, and chose to follow her. Her goal in mind to make sure the armed Smasher be directed to the training grounds rather than a victim.
For a moment the room of the youngest Smashers was empty of occupants, darkly lit without a light on. Until the sound of a low whistle, like that coming from someone whose puckering lips lowered on their mouth, goes off along with a bright spark coming from the middle of the air! Soon after a body appeared in the room, collapsing on a yellow and blue striped bed.
The body groaned as it tried to turn over to its good side, but found he couldn't. "Peach was right…that battle did do a number on me." Mewtwo moaned.
"More than you know." Came a voice within the room. Mewtwo jumped and twirled around in the air, glaring into the shadows until the lights of the room flashed to life, revealing Mario Mario at the doorway, hand over the switch. Mewtwo relaxed his body and dropped back on the bed. Mario chuckled seeing the Pokemon lay there like a lazy bum or a beaten puppy. But not to be one to kick puppies around he said, "What you went through was your first ever unsupervised battle."
"Ha?" Mewtwo responded dumbly.
Mario rubbed his neck where a bandage was applied and walked over to sit at the base of the bed. "You see Mewtwo, battles here are monitored by the main computer, making sure our fighters never really get hurt. Sort of like a referee to keep the limits in line." he said waving his gloved hand a bit. "In the old days, we didn't have that pleasure. Technology wasn't so good back then. And so when I used to go out there to fight DK or Link, I really got a number on myself." He grinned. "So I know what you're going through. Hurts don't it?"
Mewtwo grumbled, "Feels like…I have to heal slowly. Usually after a battle I heal so quickly and I'm ready for the next one instantly."
"That's the miracle of technology." Mario grinned, rubbing the bandage. He grimanced at the memory of gettin the shocking of his life back in the control room. Maybe back then he wasn't so found of machines. "Kinda forget its there until we lose it."
"Yeah…it's a miracle." He muttered offhandedly, looking at his body. Scraps covered nearly every inch of his body, most still fresh and stinging. Thinking of his wounds made him think to the other Pokemon who had to suffer.
"You know, that was a brave thing you did back there." Mario commented.
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed down on the Plummer who sat there smiling proudly at him. "I wanted in on the action. It looked to fun to pass up the chance to perform REAL pain for a change."
Mario's expression dropped to one of pure horrified shock! To hear such things from this distinguished Pokémon of all people… But looking at his expression, Mario felt as though this poor soul never felt more alive speaking this way. In a twisted good way, this was showing more emotion than Mewtwo had ever dared to show before.
"Going through the eye…" Mario began, frowning a bit as Mewtwo turned his gaze stubbornly away (on account of the pang he felt in his chest seeing the good man look at him like he was scum for a split second). "No one knew what was going to happen."
"Oh I knew." Mewtwo answered with a shrug, surprising the mustached man. "That thing was just as alive as I was. It was a miniature moon. Going straight into it might have caused it to explode."
The way he spoke about it to Mario was like he was speaking around something so simple and easy; like reaching for a jar of cookies or grabbing something from the very back of the shelf. Something that sounded easy, but could put up a little challenge. Mario was slightly disturbed and impressed. "And you took that chance?"
The purple eyed Pokemon shrugged, staring at the baseball lamp on the sidetable next to him.
Mario hid a grin. "You really must have cared if you risking something like that."
"Are you insinuating something?" Mewtwo said darkly, moving his purple gaze to the blue eyed one.
Mario brought his hands up in defeat, smiling slightly at the mutants glare. "Just saying that's all. Going through all that trouble just to save someone you supposedly hate shows-"
"The youngling wouldn't stop bugging me until I did something!" Mewtwo exclaimed, the powers in his body going haywire and making the lights in the room flicker! Mario looked calmly up at them and then to the Pokemon. "And I have morals too! I won't let a fellow Pokemon die on me like that! That's it! No other reason! Nothing. Else."
Mario stared at the panting creature, watching as the purples in his eyes glowed a bit like fireflies with his hands burning in the same luminance. He grinned. "Aright." he said. "You were pretty good out there by the way." He added with that same proud grin.
Mewtwo lost his anger instantly, replaced by his inflated ego. He tried not to let the smirk overtake his face as he huffed some air. "Naturally."
"And holding back your powers like that must have been a challenge. Especially since you were free to show your true strength." Mario said, adding oil to the flame.
Mewtwo's tail slithered out from under his body and went to his face, substituting his hand (since they were both too weak to move) to scratch his nose. "Well, I didn't want to go out of control." Mewtwo said in a false modest tone.
"And…hurt someone else in the arena?"
"Alright! Enough of that!" Mewtwo snapped.
Mario chuckled. Getting Mewtwo riled up was too much fun for the old man. Then his face turned serious. "By the way. About your behavior last night." He said, tone as stone cold as his face. Mewtwo looked at the man surprise to see he could pull off a face he was giving him. It somehow…scared him. "If you pull off another stunt like that I'll have no choice but report you to the Master Hand. And you know what that will mean." Mewtwo's silence allowed him to go on. "You will be cut off from the Melee. It's a ground rule that fights outside the ring are forbidden. So if you show any sign of misbehavior towards that little girl, or any other Smasher, I will NOT hesitate to kick you out and send you back to your world. No papers. No credentials."
Mewtwo's face became like static, like he was trying to hold in his anger of being told off like he was a mere child.
"I don't want to do this Mewtwo, especially so near the end of the match. But if you keep up this childish act up, I'll have to go to drastic measures."
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed on the plumber, fully aware that his glowing dark powers were showing on his hands and eyes. "Is that a threat?" he hissed.
"It's a warning. So either get your at together, and show some respect to her after what she went through to get into the tournament, or start packing."
With that, Mario stood up and walked to the door. He paused to ask the Pokemon if he wanted the lights still on. Mewtwo didn't answer. With a sigh, the man switched the lights off, letting the mutant bask in his thoughts.
Ooooh...Mario got tough on Mewtwo. Well, someone had to. And Mario is the only guy to do it! Like big Daddy! And yay! Mew's finally part of the team! But what does that mean for her future? What awaits her?