A/N: I just remembered the deal with all the ill fitting pieces of this story- I started it before I'd seen the second movie, and I hadn't seen the first in a while. A good chunk in, we finally got MewtwoReturns, and then i twisted some details. So... Just overlook any discrepancies for the time being. Thanks!
AND I DON"T OWN POKEMON!!!!!!! Nope, i dun own nuthin. Well... the twins, and Elizabeth, but... NO POKEMON!!!! I wish I owned Mewtwo...
Between [ and ] stands for psychic, telepathy, whatever you want to call it. Understandable by humans and pokemon.
Between { and } stands for 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!
"Well, it's kinda getting past the really late time of night. Maybe we should hit the sack." T.C. observed after dinner and a while of small talk. There were murmered agreements and yawns from around the fire, and everybody went to their own night spot. I quelled the fire once everybody settled, and walked back to the edges of the clearing. It was comforting to hear all the sounds of getting comfortable, and to know I wasn't alone. But it was also strange, knowing there were so many others around.
"Good night everybody!" T.C. yawned.
"G'night Peop-uhl !" C.T. drawled, affecting a strange accent to make us laugh.
{Night Eves.}
{Night Pikala!}
The friendliness and openess of the group warmed me, reminding me of how I had once felt. That time ago, surrounded by others like me, but unlike- those I had created. They had, for a time, made me feel at home. Just as welcome to this world as others were. But they had wanted their freedom, and I couldn't deny them that which every Pokemon and human alike deserved. I had not seen one of my fellow clones since that long ago day.
I was startled from my memories by Pikala jumping to my shoulder. {You're pulling away again, 'Two. Don't do it. We like it when you open up. It's a lot more-} She stopped for a yawn.{-fun.}
['Two'? What's that about?] I questioned. She'd never called me that before.
{Yeah. 'Two. It's a lot easier to say...} She curled up and sparked affectionately, before going to sleep, huddled against my neck. Her tail curled behind my neck, making my nervous, but I settled into it once she started snoring. I flew up and settled in the top of one of the trees to try to sleep, but it wouldn't come. I spent the night fully awake, plagued by memories of the past.
In the morning I felt slightly better, having had a breakfast of toast and gone for a short swim. Actually, it was more of a dunk in the lake, with a spin dry afterwards. I got most of the camp wet, and heard quite a few complaints, but I had to laugh at the sour looks on Pikala and C.T.'s faces.
"Hey Mewtwo! We're going back home for a while. We'd appreciate the company, and could definitely use the extra help if you're willing to come along." T.C. said as she as packing everything up and recalling her Pokemon.
[Home to the Polichu Ranch?] I asked. I wasn't sure- I'd only heard Pikala refer to it a few times in passing.
"Nah, home to Union Cave." C.T. growled. He must have slept with a Kakuna, or something... "We do have modern lives, ya know."
"C.T.!!! Be nice!" T.C. yelled at her brother, glaring at his un-hospitable morning attitude. I couldn't blame him. I wasn't much of a morning person, either. I hated the time right after I woke up. T.C. turned an exasperated face to me. "Yes, the Polichu Ranch. How'd you know that?"
[Pikala told me. Are there many Pokemon there?] I asked cautiously, already knowing the answer.
"Yeah, tons of Pokemon! Pokemon galore!" C.T. said, giving one final violent jerk to tie his pack. I ignored his tone, and nodded.
[So there would be many humans, as well...] I sighed. To go, or not to? I owed these two humans so much. How could I choose between my fears and my friends?
"Yeah, so.... Oh. You don't like us much, do ya? Humans, I mean." C.T. finally seemed to be getting into a good humour. "Too bad- it's a great place. You'd love it there." he said in mock grief, to try to egg me into it. It wouldn't work- not on me. I shook my head and started to turn away.
{Mewtwo, ya don't hafta be afraida humans, y'know.} My head jerked to the side and I barely caught myself from viciously attacking the Eevee. My vision and body were glowing with the strain of holding back my power, and I'm sure the sight was not a welcome one to the poor pet.
[I am NOT afraid of humans! I fear nothing!] I yelled. Everyone flinched from the outburst in their heads, and I caught my temper before I could explode further. I took a deep breah, and the blue light faded slightly from my vision. [I deeply distrust them, and you know quite well I have a more than valid reason to do so.]
I know my tone was huffy, I know my temper wasn't fully restrained, but I had to leave before I lost control again, or the trainers' shock wore off. I turned so they could see the profile of my face. [I will not be accompanying you to your ranch. As I have said before, I will find you if I wish to talk, or if I hear you are in need. Until that time arises...]
My feet had barely left ground when I heard the boy trainer yell out to me. "Okay, Mewtwo, but here- catch!"
I whirled in time to psychicly stop an object from hurtling into the back of my head, and had to restrain from lashing out again. I was particularly sensitive about the back of my neck- more specificly, the band of nerves and blood vessels running behind my neck. I had no time to see what it was before I was startled by the girl yelling at her brother.
"What'd you do THAT for, you blockhead?! He wasn't ready to catch anything, and we might've NEEDED that case of bread!!!" With a flick of my wrist, the case was back at their feet, but I didn't stay to hear if they noticed. I flew off back to the city, vaguely aware of something grasping my tail before I did so. I landed at the city limits to whip my tail around and see-
[Pikala?!]
{I wanted to talk to you, but you were leaving. Besides, I hate being around 'em when they're like that. The're going to be yelling at eachother for the next few days, or until they get home. Whichever comes first. Anyway, Eves knows where I went- if he doesn't freak out, the twins won't. We're pretty close. I do this a lot.}
[What, leave them at seemingly random times? It's not a good idea. Go back home, Pikala.] I shot. I still wasn't over my temper flare. Pikala ran around me in a circle, then stopped in front, ignoring my mood.
{I know! We can go to my parent's house! They live right near here, in an old abandoned part of the city!}
[You kept in touch with your... familly?] I hesitated before the word, only now becoming aware that yes, Pokemon may have families, too.
{Yeah, but I didn't really have much of a choice- Dad's a little protective, and he has his ways of finding people.}
I didn't further inquire, but she insisted I come with her to their home, so I nodded and followed. She had a way of lifting spirirts, and spending time with her might help me snap out of it. After a while of her running, and me flying after her, I did feel more jovial.
[T.C. has quite a temper.] I commented, watching for the Pikachu's reacion.
{Yeah, we know. Kinda like someone else I'me close too, isn't she?} She was implying the same about me. I shrugged, not acknowledging that I knew who she was talking about.
{Well, she's also a bit touchy, and really protective of mistreated or wild Pokemon.} I ignored that comment, too. She was playing at mind games. I should have played right back at her, having been dubbed by her trainer as 'The Mind Game Master of the World', but I wasn't in the mood.
