Against All Odds

That night, Meowth slept on Amy's bed when they all went to sleep. He thought about what Jessie said. Could it be true that the Boss's Persian is his father? Marshall did say that he was a Persian and worked for an organization. But this was just an opinion. An opinion that kept Meowth awake all night.

'My fadder... he can't be... him.' Meowth thought.

After a moment of silence in the room, Meowth heard a small sob from outside. Quietly, without waking Amy, he peeked out the window. He spotted Aisha, up at the hill. She was laying down, head raised, staring at the moon... with tears in her eyes. Meowth was quite concerned with his mother's behavior tonight. He snuck outside and slowly walked out up the hill. Behind Aisha, Meowth didn't want her to notice him. But she did.

"Who's there?" She whispered.
"... It's me, Meowth." Meowth said as he came up from the hill.
"Oh, hi." Aisha responded.

"Hi. I heard your cryin'. What's wrong?"
"... It's probably something you wouldn't understand."
"Maybe I will."

"... Okay. Do you know why I walked away from you?" Aisha asked.
"... You were scared to admit dat I was your son?" Meowth answered.

"Yes. How did you know?"
"Misha told me everythin'. 'Bout her pregnancy, da kittens bein' her mistake, dad's rage towards her-"

"Dad? She told you about your father?"
"Well... yeah, but-"
"You need to know." Aisha whispered.
"... What?" Meowth asked.
"Do you need to know more about your dad or not?"
"I do."

"All right. Misha was right about everything that she told you. But she didn't tell you the whole story. Meowth, your father, Panja, wasn't who I expected when I first met him. He was so cruel when I had you and the rest of your siblings. He started to scratch and beat Misha for no reason at all. I was so sick and tired of him doing this to you. He didn't quite like any of my kittens. Including you. He wanted to get rid of you. I could see it in his eyes, all over. So he ordered Misha to get rid of you, only, the way that she didn't expect it to happen. Panja forced me to forget you. That everytime I mentioned your name, he would scratch me and tell me over and over that you were dead. If I saw you again, I knew he would beat me or you. But my biggest fear, is that he would kill you. I didn't want you to die. Not now. Not here. So if you did go to another place, I always thought that you would have a better life. Am I right? Do you have a good life? " Aisha asked.

"... I have a wonderful life." Meowth said.
"Well that's great to hear, Meowth." Aisha replied.
"I just wish I could do somethin' to help."
"I wish the same thing."

"... You see, I work for Team Rocket, and, well... Jessie told me dat dad was my boss's Persian."

"Is he really?"
"I'm not sure. But she could be right."
"... Well, I think that you should get some rest now, Meowth."
"What 'bout you? Where'll ya be?"
"I'll go back to bed soon enough. I just need some fresh air."
"Are ya sure?" Meowth asked.

"Yes. Don't worry about me. You just worry about what's going to happen soon enough." Aisha said.

"... Well, good-night, mudder."
"... Good-night... Meowth." Aisha said proudly.

Aisha and Meowth knew that that was the first time ever Aisha said good-night to Meowth. But she was proud of it. As Meowth went through the living room, back to bed, a light went on. He turned to see where the light came from. It was Miles, sitting on the chair, near the lamp.

"Ma tellin' you 'bout dad?" Miles asked.
"... She told me how dad treated me, you and da rest of us." Meowth responded.
"You actually believe what ma says?"
"Well... yeah. Don't you?"
"Ha. Lies, all of 't."

"Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Miles? Mudder speaks da truth."
"That's what she wants us 't think."
"Are you callin' her a liar?"
"... Maybe."

Miles hopped off of the chair and moved in front of Meowth. Meowth was so angry.

"Why are ya bein' so mad at me? I just came home and you're already mad at me?" Meowth said.

"'Cause you're chargin' m' dad of crap he didn't do." Miles said.
"What he did was true, Miles. And you can't hide it."
"Hide what? Ma's just scared that she's gonna lose dad. Why else would she tell lies? I almost agree with dad that she's a tramp."

Meowth scratched Miles across the face.

"Don't eva call her dat. Eva." Meowth said.
"Dad's a wonderful Persian. He wouldn't do anythin' t' hurt us."
"No reason to call mudder 'tramp'."
"Wow. Misha should've gotten rid o' you a long time ago."

"What?"
"I can't imagine how screwed up Misha's kittens'll be when they see a terrible uncle and a lyin' grandma."

Meowth finally shocked his rage, and attacked Miles. There became a cat fight in the whole room. It actually woke Amy up. She ran to the living room and gasped of what she saw. Miles had a speck of blood coming from his left ear. Meowth had his chest clawed with force.

"Break it up! Break it up!" Amy said pulling Meowth and Miles away.
"Let me go!" Meowth exclaimed.
"Why? So ya can kill me again?" Miles said sarcastically.

Meowth now tried as hard as he could to break free from Amy's hold.

"I don't know what happened here, but I can darn well tell you that killing each other ain't gonna help." Amy said.

"What happened?" Misha said, walking in the room.
"We heard fighting and scratching." Macy also said.
"What is this, a battle?" Marshall asked.

"Meowth attacked me, that's why." Miles said.
"You called mudder a liar, you rat!" Meowth exclaimed.
"What's this all about?" Amy asked.
"Meowth just came back in the house from hearin' one o' mom's lies." Miles said.

"Lies? What lies?" Misha asked.
"'Bout dad, Misha. 'Bout dad. Go ahead, tell 'em. Tell 'em that dad did nothin' t' hurt us."

Misha stared at Meowth. He was breathing long breaths. Staring at her, desperate to let her know that Miles is lying, mouthed to her, 'He's lying'.

"... Miles... I don't want to go through with this again. I just... I just want to go back to bed, and forget that this ever happened." Misha said as she walked away.

"... I don't know what you're up to, but it's getting quite scary. You both realize that you two are brothers, and yet, you two fight like you're fighting for your life. I don't know 'bout you, but I'm going back to bed." Macy said.

"Same with me. I ain't lyin' over here with this night of the livin' cat fight." Marshall said.

With that, Macy and Marshall went back to bed. Amy took a large deep breath and faced the two brothers.

"Miles. Meowth. You two need to stop with the fighting. Lies or not, you two are still brothers, and nothing is going to change that. Even if you say that your mother is lying or not, Miles. Now I expect you both, to apologize to each other and go back to bed. So good-night." Amy said as she stormed out of the room.

Miles and Meowth faced each other. None of them said a word.

"... Sorry." Meowth grunted.
"... Me too." Miles also said.
"Look, let's just go back to bed. We'll talk over dis in da mornin'." Meowth said.
"Fine."
"Fine!"
"Good-night!"
"You too."

After walking away, Meowth stared into Miles eyes as he turned his head. Miles flashed a tiny smile at him. A smile that no one could ever make. An evilish smile. Meowth didn't smile back, and just walked away. He wanted to kill him. Kill him for saying lies about his mother. But what if this problem involved... Misha's kittens?

'He's hiddin' somethin'. I wanna know what it is, life or death, I wanna know. Even if it isn't about Misha's kittens.' Meowth thought.

But, as he finished the thought, he knew that something, inside Miles' memory, that something happened in the past that he would never forget...

TO BE CONTINUED...