Mychal cocked his head to the side. What were they laughing at? He wasn't funny... was he?

"What so funny? Why laugh?" He stood there with his paws on his hips like a mad toddler. The look on his face made Akima and celest just laugh harder.

Ravito cocked an eyebrow. *They sure have a sense of humour...*

"Sir!"

Ravito turned around. "Yes?"

"Rykobi is ready..."


The grin dropped from Ravito's face, and he became instantly serious. "Akima, Celest... would you two care to join me? I have something to show you both."

Akima looked at Ravito with a wary eye. *I suppose so. Don't try any tricks... Ill know them before you even think them.* He walked through to the other room with the ginger gait typical of Mewtwo.
Celest followed, with a more lithe, and lighter step.

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"Her name is Rykobi. She's our newest creation."

Standing before them, head slightly bowed, was an odd cross of a Mewtwo and... soemthing else. Akima couldnt recognize it. He frowned. "Is she even... alive?"

Ravito looked at him. "Well... technically, no. She isnt even organic. She's a cyborg. She's mechanical. But she has all the emotions and reactions of any living pokemon."
Akima wasnt thrilled. Because he already knew what they were planning to do. An unfeeling machine wouldnt hesitate to do its master's bidding. "So, you wish to succeed with the second that which you failed with the first."

Celest cocked her head. "Akima?" Akima didnt look at her. *i'll tell you later.*

Her eyes widened, and she mouthed the word "Oh.."

Ravito sagged a little. Again, he wished they hadmt made him psychic.
"What would you have me do, Akima? THis is my business. My Job. Do you understand that?"

Akima's eyes began to glow. "I understand your *job*. You have no right. What makes you Vyan*? You think you can come here, with your JOB, and recreate the world as you see fit? Not on my watch."


Celest stepped back... This looked bad.

The silver Mewtwo's entire body glowed a bright red, and he rose into the air. He was pissed beyond comprehension. "You give me one good reason why your body should walk out of here alive, unscathed, and with your *job* intact..."

Celest stepped in front of Ravito, in Akima's path. Her soft but pained smile pierced through his anger. "You... and me. Is two ok?"

That reply shocked Akima, and the glow faded. "I..."


He dropped to the ground, and sat back.


"Whatever he did... it couldnt have bad enough to take his life for life, right? ... no one deserves that, Akima. You know that... I know you do. The Akima I met and know wouldnt do it."

Her eyes shone with the slightest threat of tears. She hated seeing her love this way... it wasnt right. It made him a killer, and Akima wasnt a killer.

Akima just stared blankly... For the first time, he was at a loss for words. With a blank stare, his gaze shifted from Celest to Ravito, and back to Celest. Her words had hit home... He couldnt hurt Ravito, not after the chance of a lifetime he'd given back to Akima... the
chance to see -his- love alive again.

With a quick turn, the silver Mewtwo ducked out of the experiment room into the cage corridor. Mychelus was nosing around in one of the cages when Akima walked by.

Akima stopped, and looked down at the charmeleon curiously. "Come on, mych... we're leaving." He said, softly.

Giving Ravito only a second glance and a small smile, Celest quickly caught up to Akima as he walked out the door, Mychelus at his side.

Outside the laboratory, Akima took hold of both Celest and Mychelus, and teleported the three of them back to the burrow home. Once there, Akima began pacing... too many things were racing in his mind.

"Why did you stop me...?" He asked. "That man... he deserves to pay... I know what he did now... I know what that dream meant..."

Celest placed a paw on his arm, and stopped him. with her other hand, she cupped his cheek and turned his face towards hers. "What happened, Akima? Why are you so angry with him? What did they do?" She asked softly, in a loving tone. She wanted Akima to feel safe again... like the old days. "Please, baby... tell me what happened."

Akima was almost unable to look Celest in the eyes... but he did. Her eyes were the only thing that would pull him through the tale. "Before.. before I met you, I met him... I was told i was
created... told my name, told what I was called. I knew I was psychic, and what they didnt tell me was what I hated. I thought that only that act was bad.... But I wasnt told what really happened... My dream... the one.. it told of humans taking a Mewtwo child... from his parents..." His voice started to break, and he took a few deep breaths before continuing. "I didnt think much about it... not then... I was too happy to think about it... until... that day.. Then I had to think about it... and I
realized just how atrocious that lie had been.... I wasnt -created- by humans... I was brainwashed and adapted by them... They misjudged me... I could feel the anxiety every time I approached them... so I began to search their memories.. and I.. They... They took me from my
family, Celest... they destroyed.. they destroyed my.. life.." The tears flowed freely, this time, and Akima did nothing to hold them back.

Through the tale, Celest was lightly running her paw over his neck and back, trying to soothe him. Seeing the tears, she took his hand and gave it a loving squeeze. "Its OK, Akima.." She pulled him into an embrace, just to help his feelings, and to give him the security of love.