A/N: I just realized that the clones aren't with him, and have only to say that... I don't know why either. They just aren't. Maybe he realized what he learned in the movie without it happening, or like everybody else has happen Giovanni finds out about him despite the memory erase. I don't know, or care, which you interpret it as later, but... Yeah. I just had a lot of fun with this, it wasn't written for anybody to critique, but now (remember, a few years later) I'm ready for comments. Harsh or encouraging, I don't care. Flames will go to Giovanni's seat to get him back for all the dastardly deeds, no matter how much they backfired.

AND I DON"T OWN POKEMON!!!!!!! Nope, I dun own nuthin. Well... the twins, and the girl who came in in Ch.2, but... NO POKEMON!!!!

Italic- psychic, telepathy, whatever you want to call it. Understandable by humans and pokemon. Underlined- pokemon talk. Understood by Mewtwo and other pokemon, but not humans. And, of course, quotation marks ("") contain normal human speech, understandable by all parties. Any combination of the three above means they are happening simultaneously. Anyway, on with the story!


What's a rice ball? I asked innocently. It was the only thing that sounded vaguely familiar, or appetising. That, and the ricecakes unless you counted Rarecandies. But I didn't think they'd do much for me, and she was saving them for her Pokemon obviously. The girl looked surprised as she lit a small fire. I backed further up to stay in shadow.
"You don't know what one is? Where have you been living? What's your trainer DOING to you?" she asked with a strange look on her face. I'm hoping she was being sarcastic about the last part, so I carefully refrained from yelling at the mention of a trainer. She didn't seem to notice.
"Oh well. Riceballs are... well, they're good. ESPECIALLY covered with chocolate. You like chocolate?"
I've... never... had it...
"Well, you're a Pokemon. Not many people treat them like they usually deserve... You've gotta have one. Here!" She unwrapped a small brown ball, and tossed it to me while continueing to talk. I barely caught it, and wouldn't have if I hadn't used my powers. I looked at it suspisciously, and held it at almost arms length. I was startled almost to dropping it by the girl's laughter.
"Bite in, silly! I don't need to tell you these things, do I?" she mocked before returning to whatever she'd been talking about. I shot a glare she couldn't see, and bit in cautiously. It was crunchy and white on the inside, but the brown covering was quite sweet and I enjoyed the taste.
I like this, actually. Chocolate covered... I smiled inwardly, greedily eating the whole thing. I was learning things from this human. Pointless things, but things nonetheless.
"Thought you would. Y'know, I've been gabbing away the whole time, and I don't even know what you are. Well, I know you're a Pokemon, but... What kind? What's yer name?"
I'm... Mewtwo. I answered hesitantly. Elizabeth scratched her head, thinking.
"I've never heard of that... Heard stories 'bout Mew, but never MewTWO." I snarled at the mention of my original, but the girl payed no attention, and I couldn't blame her for an honest mistake. Not when I'd been in such a good mood.
"Well, you know I'm Elizabeth. Forget a last name- I ran away. The parents are dead, the sister's with a Rocket, I don't want to be associated with them."
R-Rocket? You know of Team Rocket? I stuttered, startled. I didn't know how she knew he was, but if... Then I couldn't blame her for leaving her home. Even if she did belong there, like I never would...
"Yeah, and he's doing a good job at hiding it, too. Pikachu ran off, and sis refused to believe it was because of Rocket-boy. I even stalked him to make sure, after finding his outfit, and she STILL didn't believe me! Startstruck, I swear..." She made a gagging noise, and I grunted my 'approval'. At least he hadn't taken her Pokemon as well as her sister.
"Well, I guess we're aquainted. Friends?" She held out her hand, as if to shake mine. I hesitated for nearly a minute, before stepping into the light to give her mine. Her eyes glazed over me, but she smiled and shook it vigorously, despite the fur and three thick fingers. My tail curled happily near my feet. Here was a girl who truly though of Pokemon as equals. If only she had been my first influence, the world may have seemed brighter to me.
Not long after, we settled down to sleep. For once, I didn't take any pains to hide myself- I slept completely open and vulnerable to this human girl. I hadn't even stayed with the twins overnight before. It felt good to finally trust someone openly, even if I had no clue why I was allowing myself to do so.
I awoke the next morning before the girl, and left to gather berries for breakfast. I didn't want to eat all her food, seeing as how the city was a day's walk away, and I didn't even know if that was where she was heading. I sat as comfortably as I could in front of her, and took a big juicy bite out of a berry to hold me over till she woke up. I was hungry.
She stirred just as I was licking a bit of juice off my arm. I'd forgotten exactly how juicy Mint berries were... I smiled at her, and juggled a Berry of each kind in front of her mentally. Breakfast? My treat.
She woke up almost immediately, and grabbed one. "Wow. I've never actually eaten any of these- I was told they were for Pokemon, and so I never ate them, or used them for Pikachu. Are they really okay?"
I nodded, and reached out to pluck a Berry and MintBerry from the air where they were still circling. These are my favorite. But they're all fine to eat- try one. Any kind. Plenty around for test bites.
I bit into another MintBerry, and almost laughed at the juice dribbling down my chin. All my dignity, it appeared, had left with the coming of trust. The girl did laugh, but grabbed a Mysterry Berry and bit in. She apparently liked it, because a smile spread across her face, and she'd quickly finished it off.
Before I'd realized what I was doing, I'd started telling her about some of my misadventures in the past. Well, one inparticular. My creation, and escape from Team Rocket. I hadn't even THOUGHT about it since New Island, and hadn't even come close to telling Pikala the whole story. But here I was telling it to a girl with multi-colored Berry juice dribbling down her chin and arms, whom I hadn't known for even a day.
Her eyes widened considerably, and she seemed genuinely sorry for me. I didn't want her pity- and I frankly told her so- but I was glad to have gotten the details off my chest. By the time the berries were gone (and my stomach was past the full point) life was back to normal, with Elizabeth packing back up and getting ready to set out.
"I'm going to Goldenrod to look for Pikachu. We have memories there, and I think I know where and who she could've gone to. You're welcome to come with. I know there're people galore, but we can take the backroads and forets, and you'd be surprised how often the best place to hide from humans is right in front of their inflated noses. Especially if they're looking for you."
I didn't tell her of my time already spent roaming a city, that one in particular, but agreed to come along for the trip at least to keep her company. I knew from experience how lonely it can get searching for someone, something, anything...