Alright, this story is about Mewtwo and Natasha. Therefor, I'm probably going to skim the movie events. No, Mewtwo is not always going too have an emo's outlook on life.
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Mewtwo's plan waws working splendidly so far. He had begun to cloak his thoughts as well, so he could observe with an honest curioity and not offend anyone.
He was making the storm that would filter out the weak when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder. It almost broke his concentration (what little it took to change the weather).
He didn't move, didn't turn around. Instead he removed her hand with the end of his tail.
"What," he said, continuing to stir the clouds with every wave of his paw like hand.
"Could I do that?" she asked from behind him, watching the storm coudls build and the wind start to howl.
"No," he said simply. She probably couldn't.
She didn't say anything else, but he could feel that she was stillt here, standing just behind him. He could sense her watching him, almost see the piercing light blue gaze on his back.
He finished making the storm and turned to leave the room and as he suspected he would, came face to face with the female. They were so close he could have reached out and touched her without expending much energy at all.
He chose not to.
Instead, he bypassed her and ignored her. As tempted as he had been to say something to her, or even to stand thre and continue loking at her, he chose to ignore his feelings, such as they were.
His revenge was more important.
Any moment now the first of the worthy pokemon trainers would be arriving. She needed to be ready to fight if need be.
"Follow me," he said.
He head her silent footsteps behind him and knew she was doing as he said.
He led her to the cloning chamber and opened the door, letting her pass by first. As she walked past him, he caught another whiff of the feramones he knew she had absolutely no control over and probably wasn't even aware she was emitting them. She did, however, avoid hitting him with her tail as she went, a fact for which he was thankful.
"You will keep watch over this chamber until you are needed. Your pokemon will wait inside their pokeballs." he instructed her. She looked back around at him, her eyes narrowed slightly. He sensed rebellion.
"What if I don't want to?" she countered, lashing her tail back and forth. He wished she'd stop moving it. The scent was making him feel disoriented. He needed a clear head. He ignored his senses for the moment, and as he did, he lost all psychic contact, both inside and out. He could no longer tell what she was feeling or indeed, where anything was. It all gave him a very blind feeling. Was this how humans sensed the world?
"Then you will come out and join me and my guests," he said simply, shrugging. It was a human gesture he'd picked up while in training with that despicable human, Giovanni that he hadn't been able to shake.
She didn't feel like saying anything else after that.
Mewtwo turned his back on her once again and left her alone. He had to prepare.
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She called for Mew with what psychic power she had and hoped he would come. She wasn't sure what she should do. She knew, of course, what Mewtwo's ultimate plan was; it hadn't been hard to guess at, now she thought on it. Mewtwo had underestimated her intelligence.
Mew teleported into the cloning chamber and immediately began looking around at everything, from the machine itself to the computers.
"Strange place," he muttered.
"Just don't get too near that cloning machine," she warned him.
"Been there, done it. Bit too late for it," he said sarcastically, gesturing to where Mewtwo had been standing just before.
"What's the matter? He'll learn that what he's doing is wrong soon enough. You have no need to worry," said the small kitten.
"It's not that. It's... him... I dunno what it is," she admitted somewhat hesitantly. It was true. Every time she looked at him, he stare back at her, hiding all emotion and yet, she'd see something in the way he frowned or the way his eyes looked. She never knew what it was, exactly.
To her surprise, Mew began laughing in that squirrely way he had.
"What?" Natasha snapped, irritated. She had called him here to talk, not to be laughed at.
"Don't you get it by now?" he asked, still chuckling.
"Get what?" she said, the dulled british accent she'd learned from her father showing up more than ever.
"He likes you! Although he'll never admit it as long as he lives, which now I think on it, should be about a few thousand years or more. I'm pretty old myself," Mew said, losing all train of thought completely.
"He... what? Since when?" she said incredulously, trying to give Mew a skeptical look; she failed dismally and in the end only looked deeply confused.
"Since you mutated, I suppose, although I don't really know. He's begun to shield his thoughts like I showed you. But every time he walks past, I get a glimpse of his feelings for you. He may be able to shield his mind, but I know for a fact he can't shield his automatic reactions" Mew explained.
Natasha didn't even want to ask what he meant by that. Mewtwo, clone superior, the master of cold hearts, silent psychic had a crush on her? She figured he was emotionless and incapable of things like love! Apparently, she had been wrong. She didn't know what to do with this information.
"What made him change his mind?" she said hollowly.
Mew shrugged.
"Maybe it has something to do with the feramones in the air. You smell of them," Mew said, making a face.
"Feramones?? Oh... cause I'm not human, and pokemon have them," she answered herself. It had never even entered her mind.
"Exactly. You really didn't have any idea? I thought it was obvious," said Mew, cocking his head to the side.
"Don't make me feel any more stupid. So... what does he have the cloning machine for?" she asked, as a change of subject.
Mew glared at her, which looked ridiculously cute on the pokemon.
"Would you stop changing the subject?"
"Why? What else is there to know, besides he likes me?" she said irritably, searching the computer board for something she'd recognize.
" He's attracted, yes, but he's looking for answers to all his never ending questions on life. He's like an orphan human obsessed with his parentage or something. Until he learns his lesson and understands what there is to understand, he won't follow his instincts. Just before, he shut out his psychic abilities. His aura totally disappeared from my view. That's not like him," said Mew.
"So... who said I wanted a boyfriend?" said Natasha, finding a key that looked promising, refusing to look at the little cat pokemon. She pressed it. It didn't do anything.
"Pokemon aren't like humans, Tasha, we don't have 'boyfriends'. If pokemon partner together, for any length of time, they're considered mates. And not in the "he's my friend" sort of way, either. Get my drift? I can't believe I'm explaining the facts of life to a girl who should know by now, by the way. This is all Mewtwo's fault... you think it'd kill him to give you a book or something," said Mew, rolling his eyes.
Natasha couldn't help it. She felt herself flush under the fur and for the first time was thankful that the fur covered it.
"You can't fool me, you know. You're lonely. It's natural with what happened to you. It made you as unique as Mewto and I, and now there isn't anyone anywhere who would understand you. Mewtwo is the same way. It's like you two were made for each other, and I don't say that often, believe me," said Mew.
Natasha spun around and aimed a low powered fireball at the irritating advice-giving kitten. Mew dodged it and stumbled back onto the conveyor belt leading into the cloning machine.
"Hey!" he cried, as the machine came to life.
"Oops," said Natasha, all anger vanishing, her face falling.
She dashed forward and attempted to grab the pokemon off the belt, but straps had lashed it down. What was Mewtwo planning to do with this thing?
"Get me off this thing!!! I don't want to be cloned again!" mew cried, struggling to get loose.
Natasha, in a last ditch attempt, tried biting through the straps that held him down.
"Hey! Watch where you're putting that!" he cried.
Startled and a bit disgusted with herself, she quickly ditched that idea and looked for a button on the machine to turn it off.
Use your powers, said Mewtwo in her head. That sneaky little bastard! He'd been spying on them! Had he heard everythng that they'd been talking about?
She focused on stopping it and to her surprise, it grinded to a halt.
"Thank Celebi, you figured it out! I didn't want another brother!"
The straps holding Mew down undid themselves and he hopped off the conveyor belt, floatin in midair as usual.
Natasha decided to sit down as best she could, which was sort of like a cat, only her arms weren't quite long enough.
"He's been spying on us the whole time," she said dismally.
Mew seemed to think for a moment.
"Don't worry. He didn't hear a word," said Mew.
Well, that was a relief.
She decided to stay in the cloning room after all.
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Mewtwo payed the girl and Mew no mind.
He floated down the tube of blue psychic light to meet the only trainers that managed to brave his storm, two girls younger than Natasha and three boys. Their pokemon lay here and there. A Gyarados like Natasha's, only this one was female. A Dewgong. Ninetails, another female. A Wigglytuff. A Pikachu, male.
He landed. It was time for his revenge and eventual purging to begin.
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It was time to fight.
He had already cloned the trainer's pokemon and they all stood in ranks, one side led by the human named Ash, the other led by himself. He would see which deserved to live, the born pokemon or his army of super clones. Would science triumph over life?
"Go!" he ordered, and the fighting began.
That was when Mew appeared. (A/N: Mew probably appeared before then, I haven't seen the movie in ages, so please don't review me about that prticular timeline error)
He was sick of this irritating reminder. That he had been created, no mother, no father, just a science experiment destined for servitude. This angered and sickened him. He would finish this once and for all. He had been cloned to be superior to Mew. Now he would see if the scientists had been doing their job.
He and Mew began to fight.
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Natasha watched it all from the sidelines, out of sight of the humans. At the pokemon, owned and cloned, fighting to the death, beating each other senseless. It made even less sense to her than it did to the pokemon trainers below. She didn't like fighting, but it helped when you were cornered.
She watched as Mew and Mewtwo took their fight to the skies, spiraling in and out, charging each other, one bubble bright pink, the other a vivid electric blue, neither one giving an inch. The pokemon above would not tire, or weaken. They were too much alike, she knew. Only Mew knew how to have fun. Mewtwo wouldn't know humour if it smacked him in the face. This thought made her smile, but only for a moment.
The pokemon below, however, were already beginning to tire. The Charizard were slowing down, their flames weakining, the Pikachu, the Bulbasaur, all of them were getting tired, their special abilities under lock and psychic key. She daren't unlock it.
They continued to fight, even when they could barely move. It wasn't right. Had this been Mewtwo' plan all along? To prove which was better? It didn't matter. This proved it, after all. Fighting was wrong, at least to this extreme. This wasn't battling. This was a masacre, a fight to the finish. And one that neither Mew or Mewtwo would ever win.
Until the human named Ash sacrificed himself to stop the fighting.
Natasha almost flew down to see closer, but she didn't want to be seen. The little boy looked as if he had been turned to stone. His Pikachu ran forward and attempted to bring him back to life.
Pikachu failed, and began to cry.
Natasha was reminded of her brother's death so forcefully, she began crying too. But she wasn't the only one.
All around the room, all the pokemon, normal and super cloned, began to cry for the human. They understood too. It didn't matter how one was born, all that mattered was they were all alive, and it didn't matter what they did with their lives; they all had the freedom to do whatever they wished. It was more than any non living thing could ever hope to say. To be alive was the ultimate answer. It was Mewtwo's destiny all along, and he never knew it. He hadn't figured out that when he succeeded in freeing himself, he could do what he wished with his life. But he'd wasted time on getting senseless revenge on his creators.
To her surprise, all the pokemon tears were floating to the boy's body. Even hers. Did that mean she was more pokemon than human? Or was she not even human at all anymore?
The boy's body glowed with a mystic light and as they all watched, he came alive once more. Hope flooded Natasha. Did this mean Mewtwo would stop the fighting and send everyone back to the mainland?
Mew spotted her then and gave her a look that said quite plainly do not be seen yet.
"I see now that the circumstances of ones birth are irrelevant. It is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are," Mewtwo said. He, too looked as if he had watery eyes, but Natasha could have been imagining that.
She decided to ignore Mew's warning look and she flew out to join the two psychic pokemon in the air. Thankfully, the humans must not have noticed her.
You tried to tell me before and I ignored you. I'm sorry, he said in the back of her mind.
Amber tried too, you know, she said back.
Mewtwo nodded once to show he understood her and looked down on the scene below them.
Psychic energy flowed all around the cloned pokemon and they, too were lifted into the air to join Mewtwo.
"Perhaps it is best if these humans do not remember," he said, and the whole scene became a blank white. He had used an all out Amneshi attack on everyone there, including the pokemon, though thankfully, omitted the three of them.
"Come, Natasha. We shall leave this place and seek a new home where all of us can live in peace," he said, looking at her with his large, slanted, sometimes mean looking purple eyes. His expression wasn't angry this time, however. It was about as peaceful as he was ever going to get, certainly.
Together they flew off into the sky, Mew, Mewtwo, clones, and Natasha, away from New Island, and into the distance.
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