AN: This story takes place directly after the events of the Japanese version of the first movie, Myuutsuu no Gyakushuu, rather than the dumbed down international release (if one wants a reminder of what happened, searching rigelatin copycat will bring you to a site with the transcript of everything but the japanese theatrical Origin of Mewtwo) As such, this story will be referring to the two psychics that appeared in that movie by Myuu and Myuutsuu, and use the gendering from said movie (or at least the gendering for Mew the archaeologists use in the sub I had found) in order to help keep their Japanese characterization in mind.

Note: underlined words/phrases/concepts/etc are metaphysically connected to the powerful being speaking/thinking them (By default, these are things related to Myuu. Think: emphasized words of power. Paragraphs in italics are flashbacks/memories brought to the forefront.

(Technically speaking, my other story On the Origin of Swirlix could work as a prologue, being written with this story in mind, but need not be read first)

"Because it can use all kinds of moves, many scientists believe Mew to be the ancestor of Pokémon." - The Pokédex

"He's surrounded in various legends."/"Is he an angel or a devil? He might even just be a whim. " -Team Rocket Archeologists

The World of Pokémon is a highly biodiverse place. The vast multitudes of magical creatures that inhabit it come in just as numerous quantities of shapes and sizes. They are beings of friendship, competition – and to humans, mystery. While humans and Pokémon have lived side by side for as long as any person can remember, it is only recently that modern scientists have begun trying to understand the fantastic beings that share their world. One of the greatest mysteries to be encountered is the nature of the origin of Pokémon: For there is growing evidence that (at least where non man-made examples are concerned) all species of Pokémon tested appear to share a common origin in a Pokémon thought by most to be only a myth: Myuu.

While there is much that scholars are uncertain of, some properties of this mythical Pokémon are agreed to likely be true. All sources depict the creature as being loosely feline in morphology, albeit apparently bipedal. Its legs and feet are larger than its forelimbs. Out from the back of its hips is known to be a long(at least equal in height to its upper-body) snakelike tail ending with a bulbous tip. Those traditions giving the Pokémon a color at all speak of it being pinkish in hue or close to white. All claim it to have vast cosmic –probably psychic – powers. Paradoxically, for all that it is believed that the Pokémon is (at the very least close to) immortal, most are uncertain if Myuu currently exists.

Unnoticed by all, a large collection of Pokémon levitated over the sea, each surrounded by the characteristic glow of a telekinetic grip. And leading this group were two distinct beings – one tall and one short - that both fit those properties entirely. As the pair flew towards the coast with the larger psychic's living creations, the smaller psychic found himself lost in thought.

The clones' existence troubled Myuu. They were (with exception to his own copy) identical to their templates down to the genome. If not for their psychic signatures, he may not have been able to tell that there was anything different about them. And he had seen – not seen, experienced – for himself that each was close enough to its counterpart that a battle would be a mirror match. But they weren't his. The only contribution Myuu could claim to their existence was the source of the DNA of the first – apparently a fallen eyelash. New forms of life not due to the Kami of New Species: It bothered him, scared him, even, and he knew it shouldn't. And in such matters, there was only one being still around that he could turn to.

As they approached the coast, the smaller psychic drifted towards the larger and pointed. "See that direction?"

"I do."

"If you keep flying that-a-way, past this upcoming mountain range, you'll reach a really really big mountain. There's an island at the top. It's got delicious fruits and water, and it's almost completely inaccessible to humans."

"That sounds exactly like what I'm looking for."

It was, of course. Myuu had long since begun to shape that place for almost exactly the same purpose. Another thing that would be taken.

"Can you carry everyone there yourself?"

The monster. No. The youth scoffed. "Of course I can. Is the time showing us the home you are giving us so banal you'd rather spend it elsewhere?"

"No! I just have someone I need to talk to."

His counterpart glared at him. Did he know that Myuu now feared him? What he represented? It was unlikely. His mental defenses were some of the greatest in the world. Only the cerebral triplets could read him, and they didn't count.

It didn't mean they couldn't one day be friends, though. Maybe?

"But I can come later, if you want. Help set things up!"

"That won't be necessary. I can handle it myself."

"Oh."

And so the feeling of dread remained.

Myuu sighed, then let go of his telekinetic hold on the clones. And they fell not a nanometer as Myuutsuu effortlessly picked up the slack. His confidence in his powers was not undeserved at all.

The ancient waved.

"Good luck! And ta-ta for now!"

Having assured itself that Myuutsuu could carry the clones on his own, and given the clone directions to a possible home, Myuu turned to depart east. It was true that Myuu could have arrived at his destination instantly with a simple Teleport, but he wanted time to collect his thoughts and to reminisce. Where he was headed, it wouldn't do to arrive in his typical scatterbrained state.

It was less than a minute of traveling along the coast before he approached the human structure where most of the natural-born mortals from the island had been returned to. Not just returned. No. Everything had been restored to a state as if nothing on the island had occurred. With exception of those Myuutsuu was flying away with, everyone up to just over the distance of the building away from the island had had their memories of recent events erased. Under the gaze of second sight, Myuu watched those within begin to awaken. He even observed the faint psychic dissonance in many beings there characteristic of resurrection. The twice living had, Myuu perceived, been restored with tears from the sea in which they drowned. Myuutsuu had been extremely thorough. It was impressive, thought the immortal, and utterly dwarfed his own restoration of the human child in scope. In all his years he had never attempted anything of the size and complexity of this last action in such a short span of time. Could he have pulled this off himself so instantaneously like his distorted copy did? He didn't know. And he didn't like what that implied.

As he began to pass the building, a human boy emerged with a Pikachu. It was, he realized, the human child. Following a sudden urge, the psychic glanced at him through othersight. He saw that the twi…thrice living (how peculiar) child's already larger than average aura was blossoming. There was quite likely a history there of heroic resolve – of Fighting spirit – responsible for the current extent. Myuu held little doubt that his actions on the island preceding his second(!) death had some role to play. It was possible, Myuu mused, that the infusion of life force from those crying over his passing had pushed things further. And the non-human mortals did cry. All of them - even those the boy had no connection to. After not reacting to their ancestor being attacked. 'Why?' thought the Psychic, 'why him and not me? Why didn't…oh.'

Yanma buzzed happily as they fled their ancestor. Food was plentiful here in the Tree of Beginning, and so all living within had excess energy to spare. There was much time to explore or simply to play, and so that was what the mortals did. Life is wonderful here. And as Myuu flew he noticed a slightly injured kabuto – her dome scuffed and left foreleg slightly askew - looking upward at him. Even a small injury could be enough to make for easy prey from armaldo. Normally, the demand for survival of the fittest meant that the kabuto would die – but not in this place. Not in this sanctuary. And even if they were elsewhere, Myuu couldn't bear to see one of his descendants – his children – so harmed. And besides, what was she doing so far from her family anyway? Myuu dropped to the ground, Transformed into a chansey, and let loose a Heal Pulse. The kitten returned then to its default form.

"Are you feeling better?" asked the immortal.

"Body better."

The psychic turned his head until he had rotated his entire body 180º degrees, getting an amused chirp out of the youth. "What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Exploring. Strong water pull away. Hit rock."

"Silly Kabuto, you're too young to go exploring alone. How can your parents or cast make sure you're okay if you wander off by yourself? Who would help you if I wasn't here?"

The youth sniffled. "Others here. Saw many tangela and tangrowth. Small tangelo fell and other tangela and tangrowth help tangela. Why no… why no help kabuto?"

"If you and your cast were on a coast eating berries, and you saw a being that looks like this-" Myuu transformed into a swinub for a moment before turning back "lying many Kabutops steps away, what would you do?"

The prehistoric creature looked down and murmured "Not know. Maybe dangerous. Keep eating?"

"What if instead it was one of your siblings?"

Kabuto stood tall on its legs. "Go help!"

"Exactly. Minds only have so much space to fit all sorts of things. Me and my friend Mesprit who knows all about emotions and stuff figured out that there's a limit to how many others someone can care about. This means everyone has to mentally choose caring about those they consider close to them over those that aren't. Mesprit's sibling Uxie called the group of other beings someone empathizes with their 'mankeysphere' since a new species called mankey can sometimes fit their whole colony of fifty to sixty!"

"That lots!"

"Yeah! And there's another new species outside the tree called humans can fit at least twice as many in theirs as mankey can. I'm not sure why mortals need that many but Mesprit is super-duper excited about it.

"My point is they didn't know you well enough to recognize that you were hurt or that they should care enough to risk helping."

"…How make care?"

"You can make more care to help you by being friends with them or helping them yourself. The more beings that you're close to, the more will want to help. You should get strong enough to wander from your cast before going off on your own to make friends though. Maybe you can start with everyone in your cast? They're probably worried about you anyway. Do you want to fly on my back?"

"okay."

Myuu dropped to the ground and transformed into an altaria. After the youth crawled onto him, he checked her stability before ascending into the air. As they traveled to the kabuto's cast, Myuu began telling the child about the various species outside the tree. Life, he thought, is wonderful.

Today, few knew of his existence: It had been a long time (had it really been millennia?) since he had publicly interacted with mortals. Both out of fear of humans and a desire to give mortals space to grow on their own, Myuu had faded into the background until he was just a myth. And of those who knew of him, few put him in their mankeyspheres. Aside from the ever-busier remaining Kami, those who cared about him were almost entirely made up of those living in The Tree or a few of those living in his favored stomping grounds in the Amazon. But those mortals treated him almost without exception like a fun grandparent that could be trusted to protect them, rather than a friend who could rely on them. He was largely without peers. And now he wasn't sure if he'd ever have a chance to gain them. He had grown distant. If anything happened to him, so few would ever know. Perhaps taking a route without distractions was a bad idea. It would be better to take a scenic route, so that he could see more of his creations before arriving at his destination. With that, Myuu ascended in altitude and turned towards land.