"Saaaaaatan! Satan!" I squeaked, eagerly bouncing up and down, pointing towards a flower. "Look! Look!" I repeated, my eyes shining with glee. I had never seen a flower like this before! It was so... mesmerizing. Satan, my brother, blinked, and turned from what he was doing, crawling over to me to see what I was pointing at. He smiled faintly while saying in his calm voice, "Ah, that's a rose. Can you say rose?" I looked at him, unsure of what he had said. I knew so little, but the way he said it, I could tell he was asking me. "R...ro...rawse?" I giggled at my own tongue. I was such a happy child, despite my mother being the way she was. I didn't let the attacks bother me, I just prefered to not be addressed. Like I had said before, I hated my name.
Satan chuckled faintly, closing his eyes and rubbing his hand furiously on my head, ruining the small tuft of fur that I had on it. I squealed and tried to grab onto his arm, but I missed. I rolled over and started creating an odd, barking noise, growling at him. I pointed at the rose again. "Rawsie!" I had a tendency to repeat myself when I had just learned how to talk. I was fascinated with my voice, and sometimes it got annoying to others. But I could care less, I could talk! But Satan did this weird thing, where he could send things to my head, and I could hear them, but his mouth wouldn't move. He called it... telepathy. I couldn't do that. I always tried, but I ended up giving myself a headache. I assumed that it came with age, so I left it be after a few weeks.
I was still weak and hurt from the attack that I had mentioned from before, but the wounds didn't matter to me. As long as I was with my brother, nothing bothered me. Nothing. He was a father to me, since I never did, nor would know my actual father. No one knew who he was, not even my mother. A queer incident, if I do say so myself. But Satan was always a good enough 'father' for me.
Satan eventually returned to what he was doing. I pounced on his back, climbing up to his shoulder to watch him, fascinated. I pointed at what he was doing, 'barking' at it, my ignorant little way of asking what he was doing. I started gnawing on his hair after a while, when he didn't respond. His hair was the same style as mine, which I thought made us look more like father-and-son! Eventually he got bored of me playing with him, and plucked me off of his shoulder, and placed me on the ground beside him. "What do you want to do?" He questioned me, in a kinder voice than usual. I cocked my head sideways, trying to decipher what he had said. "Rawse?"
Ah, please forgive me for not describing us. As of the time I am describing, I was a small, runt mewtwo, a black pelt with abnormally long fur, and a red tail. I had a large 's' shaped scar curving over my left eye, and I had red eyes to match my appearance. I had a small tuft of hair poofing out, which hung over my face in my left eye, which was blind. I never knew that we were supposed to see out of both eyes, I thought it was just to match. I had a simple mind, so I was satisfied with my own thoughts easilly.
My brother, Satan, looks quite similar to me, but he was pure black, and he had uneven eyes! He was 18 as of then, and far more mature than anyone else his age that I had ever met. His eyes, well, his right one was red, and his left was blue. They were so soft and caring, as was his entire face. He had the same hair tuft, as I mentioned before, and the only marking on his body was at the tip of his tail, they were two crossing "V" shapes, one red, one silver. His fur was a lot shorter than mine, even if I was only a few weeks old. He didn't have a very long tail, which I thought was weird, as mine looked a lot like a Mew's, and it was quite long. Maybe even twice my body length.
And my mother... well, I don't necessarilly remember much what she looked like, except the fact that she had cold blue eyes and was black, like me. She had silver stripes and a silver tail, and wore a lot of jewelry. I could tell when she was coming when it was quiet because I could hear her jewlry clanging against her arms and tail. I also could see them shining in the moonlight. I didn't know her name for the longest time, no one would tell me what it was, also.
Satan chuckled faintly, closing his eyes and rubbing his hand furiously on my head, ruining the small tuft of fur that I had on it. I squealed and tried to grab onto his arm, but I missed. I rolled over and started creating an odd, barking noise, growling at him. I pointed at the rose again. "Rawsie!" I had a tendency to repeat myself when I had just learned how to talk. I was fascinated with my voice, and sometimes it got annoying to others. But I could care less, I could talk! But Satan did this weird thing, where he could send things to my head, and I could hear them, but his mouth wouldn't move. He called it... telepathy. I couldn't do that. I always tried, but I ended up giving myself a headache. I assumed that it came with age, so I left it be after a few weeks.
I was still weak and hurt from the attack that I had mentioned from before, but the wounds didn't matter to me. As long as I was with my brother, nothing bothered me. Nothing. He was a father to me, since I never did, nor would know my actual father. No one knew who he was, not even my mother. A queer incident, if I do say so myself. But Satan was always a good enough 'father' for me.
Satan eventually returned to what he was doing. I pounced on his back, climbing up to his shoulder to watch him, fascinated. I pointed at what he was doing, 'barking' at it, my ignorant little way of asking what he was doing. I started gnawing on his hair after a while, when he didn't respond. His hair was the same style as mine, which I thought made us look more like father-and-son! Eventually he got bored of me playing with him, and plucked me off of his shoulder, and placed me on the ground beside him. "What do you want to do?" He questioned me, in a kinder voice than usual. I cocked my head sideways, trying to decipher what he had said. "Rawse?"
Ah, please forgive me for not describing us. As of the time I am describing, I was a small, runt mewtwo, a black pelt with abnormally long fur, and a red tail. I had a large 's' shaped scar curving over my left eye, and I had red eyes to match my appearance. I had a small tuft of hair poofing out, which hung over my face in my left eye, which was blind. I never knew that we were supposed to see out of both eyes, I thought it was just to match. I had a simple mind, so I was satisfied with my own thoughts easilly.
My brother, Satan, looks quite similar to me, but he was pure black, and he had uneven eyes! He was 18 as of then, and far more mature than anyone else his age that I had ever met. His eyes, well, his right one was red, and his left was blue. They were so soft and caring, as was his entire face. He had the same hair tuft, as I mentioned before, and the only marking on his body was at the tip of his tail, they were two crossing "V" shapes, one red, one silver. His fur was a lot shorter than mine, even if I was only a few weeks old. He didn't have a very long tail, which I thought was weird, as mine looked a lot like a Mew's, and it was quite long. Maybe even twice my body length.
And my mother... well, I don't necessarilly remember much what she looked like, except the fact that she had cold blue eyes and was black, like me. She had silver stripes and a silver tail, and wore a lot of jewelry. I could tell when she was coming when it was quiet because I could hear her jewlry clanging against her arms and tail. I also could see them shining in the moonlight. I didn't know her name for the longest time, no one would tell me what it was, also.