1 The Best of Both Worlds



I don't own anything belonging to Pokemon or Digimon… there, I said it. Where's my $20?!

Rated PG for sexual innuendo and possible mild violence later on…



1.1 CH. ONE- A Cat, a Fox, and a Martini Glass

A lonely figure stood outside the doors of a restaurant. The atmosphere seemed inviting- he never questioned that- but it was the people inside that bothered him the most. Many of them were underpaid workers, like he was. Many of them were lonely souls looking for someone to talk to, like he was.

All of them were humans, as he was not.

Swallowing his temper, bitter judgment, and pride, the figure walked in through the doors. He needed the company, whether it was a human being or not. He would have to ignore the species, intelligence, and superiority factors for about twenty minutes- he himself considered that nineteen minutes and fifty-five seconds too long, but loneliness would never stop tugging at him otherwise.

The commotion in the restaurant stopped briefly. Everyone was afraid of this guy because of his bitter and rebellious past. He stood a little over average adult height and weighed more than 250 pounds! His fur was mostly light violet, except for his deep purple abdomen and tail. His legs were strong, sturdy, and cat-like, while his arms were long and thin. His waistline was quite skinny, though his hips were very wide in order to support his legs and strong, muscular tail. He was very powerful, but though from the looks of his chest and arms, no one could tell much outwardly. His face was shaped similar to that of a large cat- though his ears were bony and pulled back, his nostrils and mouth were small and hard to distinguish, and his eyes were large and penetrating. The final noticeable trait he possessed was a thick, fleshy tube that ran from the back of his head to the base of his neck.

Mewtwo peered at the other customers as they whispered quietly to each other. {Pathetic humans,} he thought to himself. {What makes their lives any more worth living than mine? They seem so private when it comes to heated conversations.}

The Pokemon walked up to the bar of the restaurant and seated himself in one of the small, cushioned stools. He had often heard that when humans get depressed, they may choose to go anywhere that sells alcoholic beverages and get themselves drunk, causing serious mental side effects. Though it sounded completely stupid to him, he also heard that it made the "drunkard" feel better about the world around him (even if it lasted for a short time).

Mewtwo stared at the wide-eyed bartender. ~ Well, aren't you going to serve me? ~ he asked, impatiently.

The bartender nodded nervously. "S-s-sure, I'll set you something," he quickly agreed, opening a chestnut oak cabinet behind the counter to reveal a secret stash of quality wines. "W-which one would you like?"

Sneering in disgust, as he had never tasted alcohol before, Mewtwo stared at the bartender. ~ What… what do you suggest? ~ he asked.

The bartender pulled out an orange wine bottle. "In my pinion, sir," he suggested, "this wine makes the best martinis-"

~ Then, make me that. ~ Mewtwo interrupted.

The bartender didn't question him and started making the martini. He made sure to put one of those tiny, tropical umbrellas in the glass, to hopefully please the Pokemon.

When Mewtwo was given his martini, however, he looked at the bartender and held up the umbrella. ~ Do you know whom this might belong to? ~ he asked, caustically.

The bartender stuttered momentarily. "Um, it's- it's supposed to be there, sir," he explained. "It's for decoration."

Mewtwo ignored the bartender and casually tossed the umbrella over his shoulder. He raised the glass to his mouth and tipped it slightly as to receive some of the "sweet nectar" of the fine wine. Unfortunately, he found the taste intolerable and spat it into the bartender facing him.

~ What was that?! ~ Mewtwo hollered. ~ Are you trying to poison me or simply provide bad service?! ~

The bartender quickly hid under the table. He didn't want to be the focus of Mewtwo's anger. He knew his chances of survival were slim, but that was a chance he'd have to take.

The angry Psychic Pokemon wanted to go straight after that bartender. He tossed the mostly full martini glass and crawled over the table in an attempt to find the bartender.

At this time, another non-human figure walked through the door. As soon as she opened the door, the first sight she saw was a martini glass, flying in her direction. Finally, the glass hit her in the face, the pieces shattering onto the floor and the martini dripping off her face.

The female observed Mewtwo on the table, grabbing the bartender by the scruff of the neck. ~ If you so much as utter one syllable, ~ he warned, ~ it will be the last thing you do. ~

The new figure smirked in amusement, not by the bartender's squirming in fear, but by how Mewtwo was handling his rage. "A little hung-over, aren't we?" she spat harshly.

Mewtwo looked in the direction of this female figure. Anatomically, she had a similar body structure to his. Her tips of ears, chest, belly, tip of tail, hands, lower legs, and feet were white, as opposed to her mostly yellow body and the purple gloves on her lower arms. Her legs were as strong and sturdy as his were, but though her arms were far from muscular, they out-did Mewtwo's thin and bony arms. Their waistlines were also the same, but her hips were not as large as his, which was possibly a speed factor. Her long tail was as fox-like as the rest of her, including the large tuft of fur on her chest, and her face. Like his face, her mouth and nose were barely noticeable, and while he had short ears and large eyes, she had long ears and smaller eyes. She had more interesting marks than he did- the purple zigzags under her eyes, the small wing-like attachments on her shoulders, and the yin-yang signs on her gloves and thighs.

The Digimon now identified as Renamon walked past a jaded Mewtwo. The only reason she came by was to use the little Digimon's room- she often went on walks in the late evening and used the bathroom here as a pit stop.

Mewtwo dropped the bartender. He forgot the stupid martini- why waste his life on alcohol when he could be doing something a little more interesting?

The Pokemon waited outside the ladies' room. He had heard about these Digimon, and he had heard a few things about this Digimon as well. Perhaps he could scare her into battle and defeat her, proving that Pokemon really were better than Digimon.

When Renamon stepped out, she noticed that Mewtwo was in her way and tried to get past him. "Pardon me, sir," she asserted, "but you're blocking my path. Would you mind stepping aside?"

Mewtwo grinned evilly. ~ Of course, ~ he agreed, ~ …on one condition, that is. ~

For one reason or another, Renamon didn't seem to trust Mewtwo. There was something in the way he sneered and smiled at the same time that robbed her of the trust. "How so?" she questioned.

The Psychic Pokemon placed his small palm on doubtful Digimon's strong shoulder and led her outside. ~ We shouldn't talk about this here, ~ he said, glaring at all the frightened customers. ~ We'll take this outside. ~

Renamon had a very bad feeling about what might happen. She was a brave young Digimon, that was true, but she still wanted the satisfaction of seeing her Tamer, Rika. Though recently she had problems doing it, she would have to do what she had done before she met her Tamer, and that was to survive by herself.

The sad thing about this was that Mewtwo heard every thought that ran through Renamon's mind. If she needed a human that badly, defeating her would be effortless.

However, both of them were in for a big surprise…

Please wait for chapter two… it's in the process… anyway, review if you liked it! Please no flames…