Eyes of One
Sikoro
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Notes: Do not read if you are under twelve years of
age. This is an angsty story about Mewtwo, and where the voices of fate, the
voices of the shadows, and the feeling of darkness enters his entire entity. I
also must mention: this reflects my hate of Satoshi [Ash Ketchum], and
semi-hate for the [kawaii] rat named Pikachu. So, if you have any liking for
Satoshi, please don't read. ^^* I'm sorry if I had offended anyone in the
writing of this story. I just felt it was time for me to write my very first
Pocket Monsters / Pokemon story. And what a way to start it. I *might* make
this a mini series. I don't know. I must learn more about the Gold / Silver
games before I excel in writing more. Do not reproduce this piece of
[fiction: Pokemon / Pocket Monsters] fan fiction anywhere else without my
consent or my sending-in-to-you. Arigatou. Moumentai!
~
"…" He sat there silently, his white fur glistening in the
softness of the sun. His sapphire eyes glowered firmly, as he scoffed. The most
perfect chance to kill that pocket monster trainer… the one with the rat named
Pikachu. He passed the one opportunity up to have that idiot die at his hands.
Why didn't he? Why didn't the most power pocket monster, Mewtwo, kill Satoshi?
The island was nothing. Nothing. God, that word had so
much meaning in his life. He was nothing to the bastard Giovanni; nothing to
his creators; nothing to his counterpart, Mew. The white furred Pokemon stood
up, and glared about, sorrow shimmering in his eyes. A feeling of utter regret
flew through his veins. He had the perfect chance to start his reign over the
planet.
His reign over the utterly foolish humans.
"Shimatta!" Mewtwo blurted out, only for the clones to
hear. Their leader was giving way to the darkness. He didn't see truly what he
had done. That was only to spare those godforsaken humans from his wrath. One
of the cloned pocket monsters stepped towards their master; its shimmering
crimson eyes reflected a worrisome soul. "… god dammit."
"…master?"
"Hai, Dratini…?" Mewtwo kept his gaze on the sky, not
bothering to move just a mere millimeter for the small dragon pocket monster.
He was too wrapped up in his own affairs; the voices had begun to beckon him to
the darkness; to attempt to grasp back onto his reign of the planet.
"…are you alright…?" Dratini's voice seemed so young; so
soft for a clone. Mewtwo kept silent, and plotted to ignore the youngest of the
cloned monsters that stayed by his side ever since the humans had escaped his
palace.
"Hai. I am." Mewtwo shifted and turned his body to the
many pocket monsters. "…I have one thing to say to you all." His voice had no
emotion, not even a small hint of care in it whatsoever.
"…yes?" Most of them had droned this word in a harmony all
at once. Some went off course and said it after the rest were complete.
"I want you all to stay. Stay here, and find your paths of
fate. I have no meaning to stay." Mewtwo had let a smirk curl onto his face, as
he shifted back to the setting sun. The glistening white moon had begun to
rise.
"…" Most of the clones had moved uncomfortably while some
just gawked at their master. Where these words true…? What was happening to the
bravest, most powerful pocket monster on the planet?
"Mewtwo… answer why you are leaving us?" A tall pocket
monster with burnt orange flesh had stepped out of the alignment of the clones.
A small bag sat at his side, his small wings flapping every so often. It was
Dragonite.
"I am leaving because I have more to attend to. It would
be best if you left me now. I don't want any of you, my only family, to be
harmed in my fate." Mewtwo turned his head to glance at them. His sapphire eyes
gazed at each and every pocket monster clone that he had helped bring into the
world with the machine. Each of them had their counterpart. A counterpart,
which belonged to the several trainers who he had summoned to his palace. The
'greatest' in the world, hah!
Sayonara…
And in a matter of seconds, which seemed to hold an
eternity to those pocket monsters, Mewtwo had vanished into the sunset. They
all had cared for him, even though it was barely shown in their lives. He was
like a father to them. A father with no alignment in his fate, a parent lost in
the darkness of the planet.
~
Mewtwo had begun to soar above the clouds, glancing back
ever few moments to those who he had felt as family. He stopped once they had
faded from his view, and directed his sapphire eyes to watch ahead. The humans
would plot against him once he had shown himself to the world. Mewtwo smirked. For
once, he smirked the utterly evil smirk, which had once covered Giovanni's
face. But this time, that smirk of evil had been reversed. It wasn't the pocket
monsters who he would punish, but the humans.
No one would stand in his way. Not that scoundrel Satoshi,
or the gym leaders of Orange, Kanto, and Johto leagues. He had plotted whom he would summon to his
army. The four legendary birds of miracles and dreams; Articuno, Zapdos,
Moltress, Houou, and Lugia, shall join his leagues. Of course, the human-loving
Lugia shan't come to his world. It was as if he was the Dumbledore, and Mewtwo
was the Voldemort.
And there will never be a Potter boy to destroy Mewtwo's
attempts.
The white furred pocket monster continued to soar above
the sky; the voices still drawing his heart deeper into the shadows. He
murmured softly into the nothingness, as he soared down lower, until the faint
glow of a neglected building entered his view. Smirking, he glided down and
landed upon the empty roof. Glancing around, Mewtwo eyed the surroundings; his
hunger for power entering his slender yet muscular body.
"…I promise to return." Mewtwo's voice faded, as he slid
in the shadows, into his newfound home. His sapphire eyes wandered about the
empty building, it having around three floors. Such a perfect number indeed.
The top floor for his plotting, the second for the technological advances, and
the first for the newfound army of the pocket monsters.
This is the beginning of the future.
