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At around the time Mewtwo and Mewthree were sitting on the beach watching the sunset, the small female Mew Mewthree had been cloned from was flying west towards South America.

She spotted a small outcrop of rocks where a few Wingull nested among numerous Dewgong and Seal, and decided to land to rest for a bit. She would be there in a few hours time yet.

"Mew!" she announced her presence. These Dewgong knew her. She had made this journey once before, shortly after news of Mewtwo had reached a friend of hers, the male Mew Mewtwo had been cloned from. That Mew had gone to calm Mewtwo, and had then sent out a psychic call to other Mew for a meeting. The same was happening now. And Mew had a feeling that this time, they were going to have to hide for good. It was too bad, really. She liked playing with the small children who sometimes drew pictures of her.

"Hi, Mew! Want some fish?" asked a Dewgong cheerfuly. Mew shook her head and declined, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the slab of dead Magikarp. They were bony, tasteless things. Besides, she preferred fruit. She only ate meat when she craved it or when she couldn't find fruit.

She took a sip of water, filtering the salt out with her powers, and then she was off again, flying like a bullet towards a little known island off the coast of South AAmerica. It was unfrequented by humans and was covered in dense jungle.

She was greeted upon arrival by three other Mew, which was all that was left of her once numerous kin. They never used to be so rare, back in the old days, in the time of Dialga and Polkia. Well, still rare, but there were more than four.

There was another female, who frequented Asia and the continent called Japan and China, as well. She wandered here and there sometimes, but she made her home in a lake in an unfrequented bit of China.

There were also two males, one who lived here on this island, and whom Mewtwo had been cloned from. The other male mostly confined himself to the upper continents, Canada, Alaska, Russia, Greenland and places like that.

She herself made her home in Europe, in the north of France, although she often went to England. She found the people there interesting.

"We were waiting for you! Come on, silly!" complained the other female, giggling and playing with a passing Wingull. The Wingull left and Mew floated down into the jungle to converse with her long time kin.

She rested on a moss covered tree limb, curling her tail around her and looking everywhere at once. This place hadn't changed since the last she'd visited.

"There's another clone. That's why I sent the call. I've been cloned, too. They call her Mewthree, and at the moment, she's in Jhoto with Mewtwo and the remaining clones he made," she announced. Her kin stopped playing and goofing off and payed attention, listening. She may be small, but she was second oldest next to the Mew who lived here. The other two were a few hundred years old, but she and Mewtwo's original were twice as old as that, decendants of the original Mew.

"I thought you lived in England?" asked the other female.

"I do, sort of, but I've been in Kanto these past twenty years or so. It got a bit boring in France for awhile there, but I think soon I will go back there," she replied.

A Scyther passed by, bowing his head respectfully, before passing on. The pokemon who lived here all revered Mew and her like as deities, because they were sol odl and so powerful. They didn't bother to correct them, since they mostly liked playing, not fighting.

"So do we go into hiding for good? Become extinct in the eyes of humans? If they did this twice, the man behind it might do it again, and then it might be one of us next," said the younger male, nodding his head at the younger female.

Mew shook her head. She had been thinking on it while on her way here.

"I think we should just be more careful what we leave behind. If we do that, the human won't be able to get any more of our DNA. When they cloned you, it was because you had lost a few eyelashes, remember? With me, I think it was just shed fur. If we're more careful when we leave a place, we should be fine," she replied.

The others thought about it for a moment.

"I agree with her. We should be more careful, definitely. But I had a different idea. What if we find that Meowth that Team Rocket has, the one that talks human, and explain to the humans that we don't want to be bothered?" asked the male who lived on this island.

Mew was somewhat startled by this idea. hey may be aplayful species, but they were also incredibly rare, and weren;t stupid. She herself did not trust readily. Humans could indeed be a dangerous species.

"Hmm... I don't think so. One, we don't know where to find Team Rocket, and two, some humans might take the opportunity to snatch whichever one of us does it. I think we'll do that when the time is right. For now, let them think us mirages. We were better off as that," she explained, shaking her head.

"I agree," said the South America Mew.

"Me too" said the other female.

"Me three," said the younger male, giggling.

Mew frowned slightly, thinking of Mewthree, now her younger sister by way of clone. A very big younger sister. But clone or not, they shared DNA and that made them kin. She would do what she could to care for her.

And if Mewtwo got in her way, she'd drag his brother into it.

"How are my little brother and your baby sister getting along?" asked the older Male.

Mew laughed, chuckling in her high pitched voice.

"Apparently, Mewthree escaped Viridian and literally plowed Mewtwo into the ground. They sometimes get at each other's throats, but I think he likes her, and that's saying something," she replied. The others all laughed as well.

"Is he still serious and grumpy?" asked the older male.

"Yes. And he's not very good at being subtle, either. Mewthree got captured with a master ball and got brainwashed and forced to work at a human store, and Mewtwo went right in there, knocked a human out, flew out with her and took off in plain view!" she regalled them all. They all shared a laugh and the younger female, the shyest of the lot of them, covered her mouth with her little hands and got wide eyes.

"Didn't figure him as a romantic. I wonder where he gets that from," said the older male in a mock thoughtful tone of voice, and they all laughed again.

"Yeah, when was the last time you took a mate?" she asked him, as a joke. They all got a bit quiet. They didn't odften breed, although it was common knowledge that the younger Mew liked each other.

"Hmm. I think it was the human year 1607," he replied.

"Wow. 400 years. That's a record. I had one once last century, but she died," said the younger male.

"I never took one ever. Not since my first, and he was a Vulpix," Mew admitted. She had truly loved that little Vulpix, and she had been heartbroken when he had been captured and forced to evolve. She never saw him these days.

"Second question. Mewtwo is a created species, as we now must call them. There's more than one now, right? Isn't that what makes a species? So should we let them breed?" asked the older male, suddenly changing the subject.

"If they even can. We don't know what the humans did to them when they were created," added the other female.

Mew thought a moment. Romantic feelings and instincts in males were oftentimes created by testosterone. Judging by Mewtwo's voice, psychic or not, he definitely had that. He probably could breed. As for Mewthree, if she had been created using the same procedures, then she could too. So should they be allowed to breed? If indeed they chose to? Last she had seen of Mewthree, she had been rather cold to her male counterpart.

"I say definitely. Just because they were created doesn't mean they have to be miserable. They deserve everything life has to offer, just like us," said the younger male.

"I agree!" said the younger female happily, flying in a circle and getting distracted by her long tail. While she played with that for awhile, the older male agreed as well.

Mew nodded once, and mewed happily. It had been well said.

"Then Mewtwo will become a species of pokemon truly, with more than one or two, and possibly be able to be captured?" added the older Mew, who had gotten quiet after he had agreed.

She hadn't thought about that. Mewtwo was stubborn and intelligent and strongly distrustful of humans, yes. Mewthree, especially so, since the Target incident. But would any children of theirs?

Mew shook her head finally.

"What happens will happen and we will have to see about that when it does," she replied.

"Well said! Can we play now??" the younger male sort of whined, making sad faces at everyone.

Mew smiled and giggled. The younger ones were always so impatient, weren't they?

Then she caufght sight of a passing Ledyba, and decided to chase it.

Some humans and pokemon said that Mew and her species were easily sidetracked nad loved to play with anything that struck their fancy. That they had power enough to destroy the universe.

As they all frolicked and played and laughed together, as they rarely got to do together, Mew thought that about the first, humans were probably right. About the second, it would take more power than one Mew to do that.

That was why the second eldest Mew had been so eager to quell his younger brother's fighting. If something that strong bred and had chilren, would they be as dangerously powerful?

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