Story: Natatorium of Reflection

Chapter One; Requiem

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. So there. -Runs Off-

Dagahra sighed as she watched Mewtwo sulk, it wasn't that she was upset or mad at him for doing so, but it was the only thing he had been doing lately, ever since the body of Angelus had been buried. It was bad enough with Gyaos singing that Laprasian song for the dead or lost. But with Mewtwo sulking, it was getting to everyone. She hadn't seen Garu Garu or Bakugon in a while, and the same went for Kiryu who had gone after them.

"Mewtwo," she started and shifted the egg in her arms before continuing. "I know Angelus nor your mother would want you to continue in wasting away."

Mewtwo ignored the Charizard as he slowly reached out and adjusted the picture on top of the stone that marked the grave of the human. It was an old picture of Angelus, taken after her victory over Brock, which seemed so long ago.. Even longer than the month and a half after her death.

"... Mewtwo?"

Mewtwo looked up, the pain in his eyes so sharp and clear that the Charizard felt her own soul twinge from the look. "I am not waisting away." He halted and turned his gaze back to the picture. "I am preparing."

Dagahra snorted and would have crossed her arms. But she just turned her back to the son of Mew. "Angelus didn't want you to become a killer."

Mewtwo ignored her words, standing up he ignored the urge of his body to stretch and give a yawn from weariness as he turned and walked away from the grave and the female dragon. "She would not have stopped me. I will avenge both her and mother's death."

Dagahra was silent for several moments that seemed to stretch and span an eternity before she let her eyes close. The red dragon of fire felt the same burning anger in her own belly. And unlike her, Mewtwo was not going to attempt to riegn it into controll. He was going to serve justice to the entire human race, be it man, woman or child. And the scary thing was, Dagahra was not going to try and stop him. A new change was coming, and all free pokemon felt it.

The fall of humanity was on the edge of breaking out into a full blown war with heavy casulties on both sides. And the complete and utter genocide of all human kind.

Clutching the egg tighter to her chest, Dagahra needed to talk to her mate. And she needed to talk to him now.

"This is horrible." A red eyed human began, he shuddered and ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the feeling of foreboding that hung in the air. He and several other trainers were conversing about recent events, including the death of one Angelus Draken. His clothing looked frayed even though it was an almost new wardrobe. The cloak had seen better days as it hung lifelessly to the red haired man's shoulders. The black shirt and pants also seemed a little more ragged and torn than normal wear and tear would allow.

"Lance, why is it you always state the obvious?" Satoshi Red muttered as he crossed his arms. A scowl marring his features while he glared down at the computer screen with hard, metallic blue eyes. Light chocolate brown hair was cut short and an old base ball cap sat atop the young man's head. "We all know how bad this could be."

"Satoshi," the twin brother of him began. "I think Lance here meant what lead up to this was horrible." Ash countered as his Pikachu clung to his left shoulder. The mouse pokemon looked smug as it was able to stay out while Satoshi's starter, a Poliwrath wasn't as it liked to fight a little too much.

Satoshi only gave a half shrug. "Well, if the reports are right she got what she deserved. Abuse of pokemon, killing a pokemon of another trainer, threatening a trainer who reacted to save his life after said trainers pokemon put a shield up too prevent Gary Blue's pokemon from being released to battle. I don't see it as a loss really."

Ash scowled and punched his brother in the arm. "Sometimes I wonder why I still claim you as my brother."

Satoshi only quirked an eyebrow. "Maybe because you'd hate to have me as a rival?"

"Boys," Lance intterupted. "That is not what I was calling horrible. The reports I have just recived," he motioned for both to sit in the chairs opposite him and as they sat he continued to explain. "It says that wild pokemon are wreaking havoc all over the lands. And that several trainers have disappeared."

Satoshi gave a thoughtfull sound as he pulled at an imaginary beard on his chin while he went over what Lance had said. "Why would wild pokemon be acting like this, and not pokemon trainers have or own?" Ash asked as he patted Pikachu on the head, earning a soft chaa of delight from the electric mouse.

"We, and I mean we as the league, don't have a clue." Lance muttered as he leaned over his desk heavily, ignoring the computer that continued to show reports of devistation and death in a few small towns scattered across Kanto.
Forgive

The word whispered and fluttered around Mewtwo's head like a butterfly on a rocket. Silent and delicate yet loud and clanging about at the same time. It had been the last thing Angelus had said, and Mewtwo had yet to figure out what Angelus had been trying to say. Forgive her? Or did she forgive him knowing what he was going to do at her death?

Mewtwo didn't know, and he had gone over the word for a month straight after finally getting out of the shock of having to realize Angelus was dead. And she wasn't coming back. A tri fingered hand clenched into a fist and Mewtwo felt emotions raging to escape and get out. But to do that here would most likely blow up part of the underground cave system, or all of it. He glanced up and looked out over the water, a single pokemon inhabited this lake, and that was Gyaos. He had been hiding from his mate for about the same time Mewtwo had been fasting, singing those haunting songs of his. The large cavern was illuminated by a large ball of psychic energy that floated near the celling, before she had died, Naomi had told him this had once been the home of the surviving Mews, which had been just under two dozen in number. His mother had explained the lights were created by the Mew's so as to give them light in the darkness. This in turn caused some forms of plants to grow where they could. Creating a habitat that had over the years brought in wild pokemon from all over. The last of the wild Chansey lived here. The last herd of Lickitung were also here. But the poor things had been forced to inbreed over the last few decades so much, they were now extremely slow and stupid. With pathetic attacks and even more pathetic attitudes. Other sorts of pokemon once common hid here too. It was scary how many species had been thought extint hid out here. Lapras, numbering only fifty in the wild and in captivity, thrived in the lower caverns. Yes they hadn't seen the ocean in their entire lives, but there were atleast a thousand scattered about.

Mewtwo for a moment wondered why Gyaos stayed with Dagahra, if there were eligable females of his own species. Because he would never truely have an offspring that looked like him. But looking at himself, he knew that Gyaos didn't care, he loved Dagahra. Like Naomi hadn't cared how he himself had looked.

And the thought of Naomi brought up not only the pain of her death, but that of the human's. And a few old memories trickled in from the back of his mind and stabbed at his heart.

"What are you?"

"... Mewtwo."

"Did you save me?"

"... in a way."

"Thankyou."

Hissing in pain he sat down at the waters edge. He didn't want to remember. Remembering hurt. So why did Gyaos continue to sing for his desceased trainer? As if hearing his thoughts, the Lapras in the middle of the large chilly lake stopped his haunting song and opened his eyes. For a moment, the two stared eachother in the eyes. Equals in so many ways and yet strangely not.

"Why do you sing." Mewtwo asked as he let his feet dangle in the water, watching as a few small Goldeen came up to investigate the things that intruteded in their water that wasn't a water pokemon. Gyaos was silent as he turned and slowly swam over to Mewtwo, his red eyes blank as was his face. For a moment the Lapras was silent and then he answered, his telepathic voice strong and a rich baratone; I sing to guide her soul to rest. I sing to protect it. I sing to remember so I don't forget her. I sing for her. To remember, honor and cherish the human.

Mewtwo took this in and let his gaze drift away from the Lapras. "I meant, why do you continue in doing so?"

Because.... she gave me freedom.

At the questioning look Mewtwo gave him, Gyaos sighed and continued. I was hatched in captivity by humans that knew nothing about how to care for my kind... When Angelus defeated Gary, they gave me to her. She didn't know what to expect a Lapras to look like, as she rarely used the device dubbed 'Pokedex'.

"Oh, you.. you are going to take on Giovanni?"

The girl shrugged. "Well, since Gary was so /ikindi in just waltzing out of here, then I guess so."

"Well, here. For your efforts so far," the Scientist thrust a pokeball into her hands and the young woman fumbled to keep from dropping it. "It's a Lapras, we were studing the creature, but he's grown to large for the tanks we have. Will you take him?"

Angelus blinked her blue eyes. "... sure, why not?"

Gyaos chuckled softly. She only saw how seriously I needed a true trainer's help when she battled the human taking over Silph Co. It was against his Nidoking that she summoned me, and boy.. she was mad. She may not have known what to exactly expect, but a half dead pokemon she knew was not normal.

"Go Lapras!" Angelus yelled, throwing out the pokeball, not noticing how the chairman or the scientist that had lead her up here paled as the energy beam zoomed out of the red and white sphere and took shape. The pokemon that formed was to say the least pathetic. Giving a cry he collapsed completely, his head tilted as it lay on the floor. Red eyes dulled and almost lifeless as he gasped for breath. Sores dotted his flippers while the lack of muscle growth showed in other area's. He looked half dead, and not getting any better.

Angelus stood there in shock before she growled, not seeing how even Giovanni looked disgusted at the sight of such an abused and mistreated pokemon. But as he looked up and saw the shock the girl was in, he slightly doubted the trainer had done this. Especially when she stormed over to the scientist that had lead her here. "YOU!" Angelus screamed, anger dripping from her voice. "YOU! BASTARD!" A loud smack of flesh striking flesh resounded in the air and a scream followed as Angelus started to assualt the scientist further than the single slap. She went into a rage at the sight of such an abused pokemon.

After several minutes of this. Giovanni decided it was time to leave. "Well... I'll leave you," he started to the Chairman. "To the hands of this lovely trainer. Whom you and your co-workers have so dearly upset. Good day." And with that, he was gone. Leaving Angelus on the war path before she calmed down long enough, stolen several prototype pokeballs as blackmail and vowed for more, and recalled Lapras and summoned her Charizard Dagahra, having the giant fire Dragon blast her a way out so she'd be able to get to Professor Oak's faster. She knew the old coot could help the almost at deaths door pokemon.

I barely survived, but Angelus didn't give up on me. And slowly but surely I healed. Gyaos was interupted by a chuckle. Angelus only had three pokemon at that point, my mate; Dagahra, Kiryu whom was still a Pikachu. And me. It wasn't untill later she added Bakugon or Garu to the team. She was picky... didn't like the others personalities. Either to eager to battle or to hyper... Didn't want to battle at all... Gyaos drifted off. Lost in the past as he floated in the water. Mewtwo stayed a moment longer and then stood up, silently thanking Gyaos for giving him a better view on Angelus's character.

Mewtwo let his mind drift, going back to earlier. He let his mind open up, and listened to the babble of the pokemon that made their homes in the cave system that stretched on for miles in all directions. Turning a corner, he caught the thought of a familur someone. Kiryu.

Moody females. Bloody moody females. It's not safe for a male pokemon anymore... Mewtwo heard Kiryu think acidly as he went past the Raichu's hiding place. Mewtwo felt a slight smirk on his face, what the Raichu had said made him remember another memory of the six months Angelus had stayed, training the others here in the caves.

During the first few hours as the day began, he had started to notice Angelus become distressed more and more untill she had finally retreated to one of the smaller cavern's that she shared with her pokemon. When it was around noon time and she still hadn't shown herself, he had gone off searching for her. And found her curled up around her backpack, in evident pain and distress.

He remembered her exact words. 'Mewtwo! Kill me, please, it hurts!' At that he had done what most males do in situations like this. Yelled don't move and had run off to find help. Help came in the form of Dagahra, Bakugon and Garu Garu. From one he thought he had heard the mumbled words of 'late bloomer' and wondered what in the world they meant. As he tried to follow them when they entered the room, Bakugon had been the one to halt him in his tracks with the look she sent him. "You, stay out here. Or else."

And so Mewtwo had stayed. After the first hour he grew bored and went to peek into the room only to have one of them snarl and he was forced to duck with a yelp to barely avoid being struck with a rock. The rest of the three days he paced outside of the entrance, dodging items when thrown. Something wouldn't let him leave, and it wasn't worry. He tried to ignore the knowing looks some of the pokemon gave eachother when he would leave only long enough to take care of his needs, or avoid the wrath of the trio of female monsters.

But looking back now, he guessed they had only trying to help. Dagahra was one of the smartest pokemon out there; even for a Charizard. And while normaly pokemon don't think past the present, most mature females of species think of the future and etc for they could soon be mothers. And prepared mothers held a better chance of having young survive. Dagahra remembered the old lore and myths of Mew's that her parents had told her or others had claimed. How Mews were ancestors of not only the pokemon but the humans too. She had been worried that he, the son of the last Mew would have been affected by the humans hormones. And she had told Bakugon and Garu as they had gone to help Angelus the best they could.

A few other fond memories bubbled to the surface, but he pushed them away before they could affect him noticeably. He had to stay focused, and then he could dwell on the past. Striding quickly through the confusing mass of caves, tunnels, caverns and the underground rivers and lakes, he found himself in the main hall. He remembered the time before Naomi's death.... sometimes he wished it could be that simple again...

"Mewtwo," Angelus said, trying to stiffle her laughter as Mewtwo pilfered through her items, interested in trying to figure out what was what. And as he pulled out something he watched as Angelus's face slowly turned an interesting shade of red. Not from anger as he quickly sifted through her emotions, but embaressment.

"What's this?"

Angelus was silent and tried not to turn more red than the blush already made her. "Mewtwo um... it's... a bra. And... it's not for pokemon." She said and deftly snatched the item away from him, and the backpack. Stuffing the clothing item back into the item holder.

"What's it do?" He asked innocently enough. Angelus stammered for a moment and then looked at her wrist. "Well, what do you know, I got to leave! Naomi said she had my pokemon waiting with her, well... see you later Mewtwo!" And with that the human had run off. In the wrong direction. Leaving Mewtwo looking puzzled as he watched her run away.

Sighing Mewtwo leaned against a wall. It was almost time for the grand meeting to take place. And even though this would be the first time in around thirty years that he had attended the meeting alone, he knew that he'd have to have the aproval of the Councile to do what he wanted. Even though it seemed that some of the pokemon had already begun to revolt. Idly he wondered who'd show up first...