Blinking, Ash tried to speak quietly. But nothing came out of his mouth.

Instead, it felt almost as if he had sent a radio broadcast from his mind to Misty's, one that said, I love you, too.

But for some reason Misty started crying harder, and Ash thought he could sense what she was thinking. Can life be any crueler? Now I'm imagining his voice.

Furrowing his brow, Ash strained his neck forward, trying to annoy the excruciating pain that the movement brought. After glancing down at his furry black paw, his eyes widened slightly, and instead of giving her a kiss that she might not appreciate from whatever type of creature he was, he reluctantly licked her on the cheek with a dainty pink tongue.

With eyes reddened from tears, Misty lifted her head, and saw his brown eyes staring at her, pleading with her.

"Ash..." she whispered, running her hand along his dark cheek. "Is it really you?"

He nodded, trying to say 'Yes,' but all that came out was, "Mew."

Mew?

He was a Mew?

...But weren't Mews supposed to be white?

The thoughts were temporarily erased from his mind as Misty pulled him into a tight embrace.

He winced, but tried to hide it from the Water Pokémon lover, for it felt good to be in her arms, even if it was in a strange body.

He dragged his eyes away from the red head on his chest, and rested them on the battle, where he could see Mewtwo and Devon about to destroy each other, and others in the process of trying to stop them from doing so.

Ash started to speak, but shut his mouth abruptly, and somehow managed to speak Psychically once again, I have to help. He began to somehow get up.

"Ash, don't go," Misty begged him.

I have to, he returned, a calm sadness in his chocolate eyes.

Somewhere within, he found that he had the strange knowledge of what to do. It was with ease that he lifted his body into the air, and he knew just what to do in order to attack, as well as what attacks he had.

It was almost as if he'd done it before, or as if he was supposed to have done it before.

But details didn't matter to him. All he wanted was to stop the fighting, before it was too late.

In spite of his seeming omniscience, he didn't see or sense the black form coming. He didn't notice the Psychic blast sent his way until it was too late.

To be fair, neither did his opponent. Perhaps if they hadn't been so wrapped up in fighting they might have noticed.

But neither did, and both were stunned by the force of the attack, and Mewtwo and Devon were thrown backwards, and onto the floor.

Angrily, Mewtwo looked up, eyes glowing dangerously, catching sight of a sable, floating figure. Without further thought, the clone sent a myriad of attacks at the Pokémon, who had disappeared and reappeared behind him, Pounding him on the head.

Devon tried to take the offensive, but again Ash managed to dodge, and again he got in a few hits.

From across the room, Giovanni's battered Persian stalked forward, eager to get the dark cat out of the battle, and miffed at nearly being slaughtered by a mere Meowth.

Ash had his heart and soul into fighting, defending, and dodging Mewtwo and Devon, and didn't sense the Normal-Type crouch behind him and leap, slicing claws into his back painfully.

He let out a painful cry of, "Meeeeeewwwwww!," as well as a Psychic scream that had nearly everyone clutching their heads in pain.

Giovanni was torn. He didn't know whether to allow his son to be severely injured, and possibly even killed, or to intervene, possibly losing all chances of having a fully intact, white Psychic cat at his disposal.

He needn't have worried, for Meowth, still angry at the Persian for taking his Top Cat position, rushed forward and pried the larger cat off of the black Mew.

"Take dat!" Meowth slashed across the Persian's face, leaving red welts. "And that!" Slash. "And that!"

"Mee-hee-hee!" Mewsie giggled, appearing by Meowth's side. Mewsie used Metronome, and the resulting move was Sing, which put the Persian to sleep.

"Dat's Meowth's baby!" the short cat exclaimed, throwing a few more blows to the Persian to add insult to injury.

Meanwhile, now that Ash had the enraged feline off of his back, literally, he increased his attacks and defense, for the two evil Psychic cats had managed to get in a few attacks.

Mewsie, Cat, and Lelia helped him try to neutralize the clone and predecessor. But the two were like numbed, invulnerable beasts.

But the other Mews were tiring, and they knew that if something didn't happen soon, they would be tasting the bitter ground for all eternity.