I'm jumping right into it again.
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He awoke the next morning fully refreshed and for some reason, unsure of where he was.
He lay on a makeshift bed of leaves and ferns. A threadbare blanket to stave off the cold lay puddled around his feet. Natasha lay aways away from him, sleeping soundly, one leg foldd beneath her, one arm under her head. It was a very cat-like posture. Her tail, for once, lay limp and unmoving on the ground. Memories of the night before came flooding back to his mind and he shook his head to clear it. It hadn't taken much, but he had done it. He'd found someone he could truly call his mate.
For how long was to be determined.
He had been created by humans fo fulfill a life of evil and servitude, escaped, tried to get revenge, failed dismally, learned a few lessons along the way, moved to a more peaceful location and found a mate. So far, his life was teaching him new things every day. Nothing had happened last night, of that he was positive. They had curled up and simply fallen asleep. He had known she was faking, but he sensed her dreaming and followed suit.
He got to his feet and decided to get a drink.
He was unsure how to do this. The water was at his feet and his arms were ill suited to walk on all fours. In the end, he decided no one was watching, bent down on his hind legs so he was crouching, his tail in the air, and drank that way. The water was cool, clean and very refreshing.
He stood back up once more and looked around. It was very early in the morning, dew still clinging to the grass and the flowers. The ground under his feet was slightly damp and cool. A chilly wind tore at him and he shivered. They would need more protection than this.
He closed his eyes and focused intently on the far away town in the distance, focusing his powers intently. Almost instantly, two cloaks appeared on the ground before him, teleported from the town. One was long and thick, a dark brown color, the other the same size, only it was a deep, velvet colored blue. He chose the brown one and slung it over hs head. He was pleased to see that his powers hadn't failed him; this one had more than enough room for his head and the opening went down to his chest. It was made for a human, that much was obvious, but on him, it kept his front just as warm as his back. The hood was more than roomy enough.
He brought the blue one in and set it down so it landed on top of Natasha. She woke with a start, snapping her tail in surprise.
"Oh. It's you," she said, her mind still waking up. Mewtwo got confused images, strange flashes of blurred color and sounds. Her dreams breaking and fragmenting to make way for reality.
She got to her feet as well and lifted the blue cloak in her hands.
"Thank you," she said, and she settled it around her shoulders; unlike Mewtwo, this one was a bit big on her, slipping off one shoulder. She tightened the fastening around the neck and it fixed the problem.
"Shall we scout the area?" he said, not exactly making it a question.
She didn't answer but led the way out of the cave, her new cloak billowing out behind her.
His own felt unfamiliar on him, but it kept him warm.
He floated up into the sky, his new cloak billowing around himn and snapping in the wind, and he flew on towards the distant treeline and the lip of the canyon. Behind him, he sensed Natasha flying. He turned his head and looked back, slowing momentarily. She caught up with him, looked back and flew past him, smacking him softly upside the head with the hem of her cloak. Her tail clipped him next, brushing softly against his cheek. There was a flash of dark indigo blue and she was way ahead of him. So it was a race she wanted, was it?
He sped up, the wind whistling in his ears, and quickly passed her in the sky. He chuckled darkly. Now he was in the lead.
Suddenly, he felt an odd tugging sensation, pulling him behind. He looked back. She had hold of the end of his tail and was trying to drag him down!
"Cheater!" he said in astonishment that she would use such a move. She suceeded in that he was slowed down enough for her to pass him yet again. So intent were they on their race that they didn't notice how far off the mountain they'd gotten. They were flying above the trees now, the huge mountain that was their new home towering in the distance.
Mewtwo spun around in midair to face her, his feet uneven, his tail hanging below him. He didn't bother raising to shoulder level. The morning air had awoken him more than ever and he now noticed that they were dangerously close to a path humans commonly used. If they weren't careful, they would be seen.
She stopped as well, so they were facing off.
"Give up?" she asked.
"Not likely. We have to get back to the mountain, or else we'll be seen," he said, shaking his head. She looked down and saw the path as well.
"Oh, alright. Let's go back to the cave. I wanted to know some things anyway. Like what went on with you after you destroyed Fuji's laborotory," she said, almost as if she were afraid to say the man's name.
So here it was at last. She wanted to know more about him. He figured it would happen sooner or later. Well, he would be happy to fill her in. There wasn't much that she didn't know, now he thought on it; she had been in the lab the day he'd awoke, after all.
"Very well, if you would consent to do the same. I'd like to know exactly what you weere doing that Team Rocket managed to kidnap you in the first place," he said, and he led the way back to Mount Keyna.
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"We were visiting our father because he and my mother got divorced and they had joint custody--"
"Divorced? Joint custody?" Mewtwo interrupted her, slightly confused.
She almost smiled.
"When humans mate, they get married, it's just a little piece of paper saying they're together. Stupid now, I think. They get divorced when they want out and they don't like each other. Joint custody is when both parents want to raise their kids but only one can. So the kids visit each parent on alternating weekends or whatever," she explained.
Mewtwo understood and thought how strange humans truly were.
"Well, we were visiting our father, and he wasn't very good with us. Sort of negligent, lazy. We were swimming when those team Rocket thugs flew down from a few helicopters and just gagged us and strung us to a ladder. Wwe could barely do anything at all. Before we knew it, we'd been put to sleep somehow or other and we woke up just when the chopper landed on New Island. Fuji tried to get us to see the "brilliance" of his plan and we refused. We knew he was working for the Rockets and we didn't like it any more than you did. But they must have drugged us because the last thing I remember is crawling out of a broken tube covered in this slimy reddish orange liquid, soaking wet and with a new scar," she explained, indicating the now faint ridge on her collar bone that showed where said scar had been.
Mewtwo sighed inwardly. Her story was much more complicated than hhis was. She had a past, a history, parents who probably loved her and missed her, a dead brother that she had spent time with. He had been created by humans for one reason only and had no one. He had spent his entire infancy, then childhood asleep suspended in liquids that kept him alive and nourished him only. They wondered why he had turned out so heartless!
"I didn't see you or your brother upon my escape. I was too angry, too new to the world in which I had been born. I saw the man, Giovanni in his helicopter and decided to go with him. He tricked me into thinking that together, we would rule the world of humans and pokemon. But I was wrong."
He was still bitter about it, but he was older now, wiser.
"I rebelled when I discovered the true purpose he had in mind for me. Servitude and dedication to evil. I may have accidentally killed the humans who helped create me, but I am not evil. I destroyed his lab and left once again. Where I found you and your brother. You know the rest," he finished.
They had returned to the cave and sat on her makeshift bed of fern fronds and newly acquired Pidgeot feathers. They clung to his fur, however, so he had lifted them away with his abilities and simply sat on the ferns. As they had been talking, he noticed she had scooted closer to him, her tail very close to his, the hand she leaned on close to his own rather paw-like one. He found he didn't mind.
"So... you saw Amber in your dreams," she said.
Mewtwo nodded.
"Though I was very young, hardly more than an infant yet smarter by human standards, I met her in my dreams. Her and three other pokemon, all cloned. She taught me things, explained them to me. Then the cloned pokemon began to fade, along with Ambertwo, as the scientists called her. She told me... that I should not cry for her and to be happy for I was alive and life was wonderful. The only thing I remembered upon waking was that life was wonderful, but I did not know why or who said it. The humans had drugged me while I slumbered so I would forget." he explained.
"Amber always was smarter than she was supposed to be. Especially while she was sick," said Natasha ruefully, smiling sadly. Her tail flicked the tip of his own on accident he supposed, and he moved his slightly to the side. Apparently, she had done it on purpose, because by the time he moved his head to look at her again, he came face to face with her, her eyes less than two inches from his own. This time he decided to make the first move.
For the first time in his life, he kissed his mate.
Their kiss deepened somewhat and to keep from losing his balance on one arm, he sat up straighter, resting all his weight on his powerfully muscled back legs, one hand on the side of her face.
He felt her breath, her every inhale of life around her, to keeop herself alive and he broke away, thinking. The very air in this place kept living things like pokemon alive. Did that mean that the air, too was somehow alive? Or was he just thinking too hard?
His thoughts were nonetheless broken when he felt her lips press against his once more and he let himself drown in his own emotions the instincts that had been screaming at him since he had first battled her on New Island. He let it all out, embracing her, biting her, burying his face in the luxurious fur of her tail and hair, breathing in the scent of her. He finally mated, taking his time, saving energy, not rushing at all. Somehow, it felt like the normal thing to do. She didn't seem to mind. He knew humans were always fast paced and he figured with this act, too they were hurrying. He wondered why.
Finally, he was empty and he withdrew, breathing heavily despite not having actually done much. She lay on her stomach on the makeshift bed, breathing just as heavy, her eyes closed peacefully. Mewtwo felt strange... as if he was now truly a part of this world. He may have been created, a genetic mistake in a long line of evolutionary ones that somehow still worked. He figured he wasn't so different after all.
He lay down next to her, cuddling close as he could, entwining his own tail loosely around hers, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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