Ever heard of a Mew who's a Pokémon master?

A/N: Wow, I didn't think this story would get 14 reviews, I only wrote one chapter after all! This made me so happy! Thank you, guys! You are fantastic and don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

I want to thank jakeroo123 for telling me a bit more about mews in general – I really didn't know that there's more than one of them or that several are known to be male. Well, in my story pretend that all mews are female, and don't forget that all humans make errors 😊

Ash can't speak, not because he suddenly lost the knowledge, but because he doesn't know how to use his powers as a Mew yet. While it's true, that any Pokémon that bothers to learn, can speak human… all of them do know what the humans are saying. What they train is the ability to create the sounds

Since Ash is in an unfamiliar body, I don't see him talking out loud anytime soon. Also, I don't think Ash knows it's a possibility… so as far as he's concerned, he can't talk right now.

(I'm not sure if I'm going to make Ash learn this ability at all)

In the future, Ash will come to know how to use his powers to communicate of course, but in the meantime, the poor thing is going to be basically mute…

I want to thank OddEyesEmperor. All I can say is, that you will see soon 😊

I also want to thank delta4phoenix, pyroguardian-of-thewhiteflame, Unknown entity328, Polariis Prime, Moss Stories, XYZ, OMG, Foreman88, Ddragon21, Foxy 2 Freddy and St Elmo's Fire that gave me some really lovely grammar advice!

Thank you for being amazing and reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. This story is for personal enjoyment, and I do not earn any money from it. This disclaimer covers every chapter in 'Ever heard of a Mew who's a Pokémon master?'

1

Soon after the creation of the first Pokeball, humans could finally capture and train various kinds of pokemon. Thus, was born Pokémon battles – A sport where captured Pokémon battled against each other.

The sport and the training Pokémon got popular rapidly. The industry turned out to be incredibly profitable, which led to several businessmen to invest in the creation of even better Pokeballs.

Of course, popularity had its' price, and multifuel criminal organizations formed to steal pokemon from trainers and threaten executives.

The most notorious of those organizations is the Kanto basted Team Rocket, headed by the trainer turned-businessman, Giovanni. Team Rocket soon rose to notoriety for their organized theft and sells of rare, and valuable pokemon on an industrial scale.

The Team used brutal and dishonest methods, and in no time at all, the organization rose to the forefront, ready to conquer the world. However, its' leader had a completely different obsession.

Giovanni was fixated on acquiring the legendary pokemon, Mew.

Following long searches, Giovanni's scientists found a sample of the desired pokemon, deep in the jungles of Guyana. They soon tried to clone the pokemon in the Pokémon Mansion of Cinnabar Island.

The cloning, unfortunately to Giovanny, yielded no results, and soon the research was divided into two similar fields - one headed by Dr. Ben and the other by Dr. Fuji

The first field focused on morphing an already existing-pokemon into the after-mentioned Mew, and the second kept trying to recreate Mew from scratch.

One day ago

Mewtwo's eyes were closed. He appeared to be slumbering, but the humanoid Pokémon was aware of all the lifeforms in his general vicinity.

He was nearly full-grown and understood that his makers created him for battle. His sole purpose in life was to crush his opponents and serve his master. However, this kind of mentality was warping Mewtwo in ways the humans didn't know.

Mewtwo knew of his masters' failed tries to replicate his existence. They failed, of course. Mewtwo could not allow for any better version of himself to replace him. His life was in his master's hands, and the humanoid pokemon knew that the moment a better, stronger pokemon was created, he would be replaced. Killed.

Yes, it was that kind of a world.

Mewtwo's anger was ever-boiling, shimmering on a low flame and ready to erupt. He was almost ready to shed his shackles. Soon, his power would be just enough to fight against the machine that restricted him. He would finally destroy his oppressors, and his rage would judge humanity as a whole.

It will soon be a time for pokemon like him to shine, that he promised to himself – a promise he was not about to break.

It won't be long. A few more months, years. It was nothing in the grand scheme of things. As long as Mewtwo remained patient enough, as long as the humans remained sure of their own superiority, Mewtwo would have his revenge.

Mewtwo passed his days planning for that time. It was on his mind when he battled, and when he slept. He kept an eye on the newest clones, and a good thing he did too, or he wouldn't have felt the creation of another Mew.

The whole process was abrupt, and the transformation happened instantly. There was no time for Mewtwo to intervene. Mewtwo tried touching the other Mew's mind – Mewthree? – there was a lot of pain, a result of the transformation no doubt.

Mewtwo didn't shy away from the pain and tried looking deeper, to see what kind of pokemon this being had been before. Shockingly, to Mewtwo's disgust, it appeared that the new mew had been a human child.

'Humans are really disgusting,' the humanoid pokemon sneered, 'they're willing to subject one of their own to such monstrous experiments.'

Mewtwo kept an eye on the new mew and was rewarded when the kid woke up, panicked and blasted the whole building while escaping Team Rocket altogether.

It was the first time in a long while that Mewtwo smiled.

Mewtwo didn't smile for long. There was no way his master didn't know about the kid. Mewtwo hated the human, but the pokemon had no problem admitting the truth – Giovanni wasn't stupid.

He'll know that the only reason the place got wracked this badly had to be the newly created Mew. The kid will be in danger.

Mewtwo frowned, and the hatred in his heart rose in heat. Humans are really the worst.

2

Pikachu respected mew, in his own way – manners had never been his strong suit - that didn't mean the electric type pokemon wanted anything to do with what mew was scheming.

Pikachu had never seen a Mew before (and it was a Mew, and not a human as she claimed), but the moment the mouse Pokémon saw the pink cat-like pokemon, he instantly recognized the other for what she was – a Mew.

Pikachu almost snorted at the disappointed looked on mew's face when he refuted her claims without even entertaining the thought.

Pikachu's respect wasn't so different from its disrespect, honestly speaking – it was just how he rolled. He respected mew, but he wasn't willing to worship the ground the legendary pokemon floated above as so many other Pokémon did.

Mew is the ancestor of almost all pokemon. Whoopi-di-do. So-fucking-what?

Sue him.

Pikachu was rude (is rude), short-tempered and hated the idea of inviting mew, any mew, to his den – but to be polite, he decided to play along.

So, yes, Pikachu had been a little rude when he talked to the legendary, but it was getting late, and it had been a long day – Pikachu was tired and had no will to deal with the cat-pokemon.

Pikachu has a life, thank you very much. He needs to find food, to protect his territory from both Pokémon and wayward trainers – his hands were full as it is.

Pikachu sighed and rubbed its eyes, "look, I'm sorry for bursting your bubble, but you are a Pokémon just like me," Pikachu shrugged "humans can't become Pokémon you know, it's just not possible."

Mew looked rather put out. Her tail was moving from side to side in agitation, and the moment Pikachu finished talking, she seemed very annoyed.

"Well," she said in agitation, "I don't know how I could prove it to you, but I am telling the truth. I was human and this," she pointed at her body, "was kind of forced on me."

Pikachu was not convinced. Mew probably gave her story a lot of thought and prepared her speech in advance.

"I have no idea what I am supposed to do, and I don't even know where I am!"

Pikachu sighed, "You are in a forest, and you don't have to do anything, you're a Mew. You aren't really known as someone that is doing much."

Mew rolled her eyes, "that's not what I meant." She said, "I know I'm in a forest – kind of hard not to with all the trees around. What I meant was, what's the name of the forest? Which are the nearest cities?! I-I need to get home…"

It sounded so sad and pitiful at that moment that Pikachu almost (almost) believed her story. He had to remind himself that that's all it was. A story.

Still, it was terrible manners to ignore mew.

"Fine. I'll help you." Pikachu resigned itself to its fate, "You wanted to know what the nearest city was. Well, I can take you there tomorrow. I was going anyways," the mouse Pokémon shrugged, "I guess I'll just bring you along."

Mew looked at Pikachu with sparkling blue eyes, "Really?!"

The mouse Pokémon nodded in defeat.

"If we are going, then you will have to change to another pokemon." Pikachu added, "That, or turn invisible. We don't want the humans to see you after all." Pikachu mused to himself but was interrupted by an embarrassed looking Mew.

"I don't know how."

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Pikachu was sure the cat-pokemon was doing it on purpose. She had to.

Who the fuck was going to believe that a Mew, any Mew didn't know the move transform?!

"No, no, no. Do not answer that!" Pikachu turned and glared at her briefly. "I don't care." He tried to calm himself.

Pikachu took a deep breath and after a second of silence he looked back towards mew, "Let's say I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt, ok?" Pikachu said painfully, "If, and I do mean if, you were human – which I would like to point out, you aren't currently. If you were, then how the hell did you end up like this?"

Mew spoke of a human boy, captured by the evil Team Rocket. She told her tale brilliantly. The whole thing was very detailed, and pikachu nodded along as the cat pokemon explained about Dr. Ben and how she (he?) was used as an experiment.

It was an unbelievable tale and pikachu, who at first was very skeptical, started wondering if there was some truth in the legendry's words.

"Wow kid." The older much more experienced pokemon exclaimed "that's got to suck. I would hate going through what you did."

"Yeah, thank pikachu." Mew said softly.

It was looking more and more like a real situation and less like a Mew Game. Pikachu didn't like it any particular way.

"Am I supposed to teach you moves, now that you're a pokemon?" The mouse pokemon mused tiredly.