Note to all the morons who read the first chapter and then report as original fanfiction because they don't recognise the borrowed characters. This is fanfiction. It is here for a reason. It should not be at fictionpress. This fic contains characters of a copyrighted nature, the use of which I would be sued for if posted at fictionpress. And next time leave your e-mail so I don't have to put everyone else through this.

Disclaimer: Loren, Mason, Jou-san, John, Kazuyoshi and Guiderius all belong to ME! Stealeth from me and suffereth like nevereth before! Tom and Elin are real people who own themselves. Mewtwo etc, who belong to other people, belong to the people to whom they belong. Not me. If you wish to borrow any of mine characters, ask.

(AUTHOR'S EXCEPTIONALLY INPORTANT NOTE: At this time, you might notice strange things happening with Tom. Since the last chapter of Schizophrenia, my friend Tom's, a.k.a The Authorized, fic has been taken into account. So if you want to know exactly what's up, you'll have to read his fic, Authorization. You can find it at http/ . If you can't be bothered to read it, just bear with the weirdnesses. It can get confusing. But don't say I didn't warn you.)

(Author's note again:) Due to problems with the uploading system, this means Mewtwo'sthoughts, sharedwith Loren; this means Loren's thoughts, shared with Mewtwo; -this- means Mewtwo's telepathy, due to malfunctioning of squiggly-lines.

Schizo 2: Arato Kazuyoshiä

Chapter 1: Guiderius

I stepped to the side and grabbed the katana-wielding hands of my assailant and executed a certain circular motion, sending him executing a fall-breaking roll on the ground. I pulled my bo (staff) out of a side portal and blocked the attack of the sai from my second assailant. I quickly whipped it into such a position that one end was facing the sai assailant and the other was facing the now erect katana assailant. They both attacked at the same time. I blocked both at the same time. The katana from above and the sai at waist height. They both executed a chain of attacks and I executed a chain of blocks. After about seven or eight blocks at various heights and directions I thrust my bo at the sai assailant, sending her recoiling back for a second. I used this time to execute a circular motion at foot height, attempting to swipe the katana man off his feet. He saw this coming, and jumped up a bit, simultaneously executing a downward slice, which I blocked with the middle part of my bo after terminating the circular motion above my head. I moved forward with the bo still in place, under the katana assailant's arms and out of his reach. Turning around, I slightly adjusted the height of my bo to block the stabbing motion of the sai. With one hand, I grabbed the hands of the katana wielder and sent him onto his back. I set my knee on his throat, pinning him to the ground while I drove forward my bo, stopping it at the other assailant's throat.

A pause.

"Let's stop it there."

I got up, helping Tom up off the ground, and took off my blindfold. Yes. Blindfold.

"That's amazing!" Elin said as she put her two sai on their respectful places on our dojo wall. "You beat us both blindfolded!"

"Yeah, it's a trick we've been working on, eh?"

-Yes-

"Trick?" Elin looked interested.

"Yeah. Basically I use my telepathy in combat. I open up my mind to all those around me and read their thoughts, seeing their attacks and motions with their own mind's eye."

Elin was speechless. "Wow."

"Yeah. You might want to try it too at some point." I said to Tom. "Although you'll need to practice a lot. I did this after weeks of training. And of course I had a mentor." I mentally smiled at Mewtwo.

"Well you can help me." Tom said with a smirk.

"If I can be bothered."

"I will, however, need some kind of melee weapon. Bigger than my knives..."

I paused. It was a long pause. "I told you that when I asked you what you wanted as weapons." I said exceedingly calmly.

"Yeah, I know."

"And you said that you're fine with the baseball bat."

"I was until now."

"Oy vey." I sighed. "What do you want?"

"You're the weapons expert. You tell me."

"Geargh. I'll have to think about it."

"Do."

"Anyway" Elin interrupted. I turned to look. She was holding a plate of wood at head height. I smirked.

"Okay, put it this way. I'd like something big, but small. So bigger than these knives of mine, but small enough to be used in closed quarters and preferably so that I can use my guns in addition. Of course, I want to be able to gut bad guys with it, or at least plausibly threaten to do so. Gotta have defensive capability as well. Don't wanna have some guy smashing his way to..."

Tom continued to ramble on about the weapon that he wanted, but I wasn't listening. I was conversing with Mewtwo. Silently. After a few more minutes of rambling, though, Tom noticed that I didn't seem to be paying attention. "Hey?"

"Howsabout I get you a zanbato?"

"Errr... That's not very compact... And I'd have to go to gym a lot more before I could use one of those..."

"Just forget about it for now. I'll think of something later. Right now, I just wanna get home, drink a shot of espresso, and watch a good movie."

"Sen to Chihiro no... What was the word? Kame..."

"Kamikakushi. Yes, that or The Rock."

"I'll drink to that." Tom said as we came up to my house.

Just as I came up to the door, I felt something strange. -Someone has been here.- Mewtwo said, having felt the same thing as me.

"Let's go check it out. I teleported inside, shortly followed by Tom. "Mewtwo?" Mewtwo telepathically scanned the area, giving an answer shortly after. -There are no minds inside the building.- I relaxed a bit, but kept alert anyway.

I looked around, but didn't find anything missing. I checked the whole house, but found nothing out of the ordinary, except for one thing, not gone, but extra. A rolled up bit of parchment was on the lounge-room table, sealed with a bit of red wax, with a strange looking 'G' embedded into it.

"What's this?" I looked at it and picked it up. I turned it over to see writing on it. There was one word, written in ink, looking weird.

"What's it say?" Tom looked over my shoulder.

I looked up from the rolled up parchment, looking baffled. "Challenge."

"Now the questions are as follow. How did this someone get in, why ancient parchment, what does the 'G' stand for, why the note of challenge; Why didn't they just kill you from behind, why is the challenge supposed to happen at the crack of dawn, and why, OH WHY DID THEY USE SUCH HIEROGLYPHIC HANDWRITING ON THE PARCHMENT?"

"Read it to me one more."

"'O ye younge Loren. I challengeth thou to a fight at dawn on the morrow. Prepare to meete thine greatest adversary. Like the day constantly battles the night, I shall fight thou and slay thou...' Bla bla slay bla cometh bla greatest bla bla sword bla clash bla 'meeteth me at dawn by the river where the eyes of the oblivious spy not and the ears of the unwise listen not to our battle. Yours sincerely with the deepest respect etc. Signed-' And then there's something no-one could read without having taken courses on Egyptian hieroglyphics."

I got up and paced around the lounge room of my house. This is definitely new to me. "Mewtwo?"

-My hypothesis is that this in one of the challengers that the sage, Jou-san spoke of.-

"Of course! That's gotta be it! He's come for that portal stone. Well, I suppose I ought to show up. I'm guessing he won't leave me alone until I do, so..."

"Yeah, but have you considered the possibility that he might better you?"

"Do you really think that this guy is any kind of match for Mewtwo's powers?"

"Well..."

"Didn't think so." I finished. "That's it. I'm going, but if I am, I'm gonna need to sleep before then... Tom!"

"Mähh?"

"You still remember that pressure point technique that I taught you?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Would you please?"

"Yeargh."

"Thanks." I lay down on my bed, while Tom poked a certain pressure point with the tip of his finger, and I instantly fell asleep. (A.N. Nothing perverted involved! Get you minds out of the gutter.)

I stood, bored, waiting at the riverbank of the designated river, waiting for my 'greatest adversary' to appear. I wondered when and how he would be appearing. A very dramatic POOF! followed by smoke and a very amateurish evil laugh? Or maybe a surprise attack, meant to miss, instantly creating a battle readiness between us? I didn't know what to expect. I just stood there with the sheathed Castor, whip retracted, at my waist, as worn in Japan.

I was suddenly wakened from my thoughts as I heard something sounding like metal clinking on metal somewhat far behind me, combined with a horse's galloping. I turned to look, hand on Castor's hilt, ready to draw it from its sheath. But there was no need. What I saw was a horse galloping my way, with a large, metallic figure on top, making a helluva-lot of metallic clanking.

Finally the horse reached where I was and slowed down. I saw that the figure on top was, in fact, someone wearing a European knight's armour, plate mail, with a large European sword at his waist. He got off the horse with some difficulty, but managed to keep his dignity. He turned to me and gave a slight bow before tying his horse to a tree. Finally, he turned to me and walked slightly away from the tree. With a deep voice, he started speaking to me. "Loren the portal stone bearer?"

"That's me," I answered.

"I challengeth thou for the portal stone. Let us commence in glorious battle and fight our way to victory. One of us shall fall this day, and let the winner--"

"Hold on, now. You got me up here at the crack of dawn, you challenge me to a fight, and you deafen me with all that clanking and Shakespeare talk. Could you at least take off your helmet and introduce yourself?" I said, irritated.

"Oh, of course, forgiveth me," He said with a humble bow. He stood upright again and took off his helmet, revealing his ENORMOUS moustache and determined -looking face. "I am Guiderius the Great, lord of Guiderion Castle. I am here for the challenge of the portal stone."

"Now that's better. I am Loren, portal stone bearer and lord of my house, which you've already seen. How'd you get in, anyway?"

"I am proficient in the art of lock picking."

"Well to pick the Abloy (AB Lukko OY. Finnish firm. Allegedly unpickable locks) lock on my door, you've got to be more than just proficient." I said with a bow of respect. "How come the formal challenge note. Why didn't you just kill me in my sleep?"

"I haveth my honour. It wouldeth have been shameful to kill thou in thine sleep."

"Ah, I see. Well, enough chit-chat. You came here for a fight, I understand?"

"Yes."

"How do you wanna do this? I prefer not to kill when possible. Christian, I am."

"As am I. We shall fight until forfeit or death."

"Fine by me." I gave him time to put on his helmet, before unsheathing Castor and assuming death glare stance.

He did the same, unsheathing his huge medieval sword and assuming battle stance. He let loose a mighty roar and lunged forward, sword overhead. I simply sidestepped, watching him sail past. He recovered and took a battle stance again. He lowered his sword to his side and lunged forward, swinging his sword horizontally, making sidestepping futile. I held up Castor with one hand, holding the blunt side of the blade against my palm, blocking his blow. Castor was adamantium, so it couldn't break, but Guiderius' sword was enormous, so it sent me tumbling backward in recoil. He turned and swung in the opposite direction, giving me but a split second to act. I ducked under his blow, sending him once again sailing due to lack of target. This bought me time to back away and resume battle stance. He turned to me, assuming a pose where he had his sword diagonally in front of his chest. Grasping the opportunity, I swung forth with Castor, extending the whip once more, resulting in it coiling around Guiderius' sword.

"What ist this?" He said, baffled.

"That's just a whip on the end of my sword. Retracted earlier thanks to the portal stone."

"There ist more to you than meeteth the eye, younge one." He replied.

"You have no idea." I pulled a shuriken out of a pocket and threw it at him. "Bang."

He didn't react fast enough and it hit him in the middle of his chest plate. He looked down at the piece of metal, now on the ground. "It haseth no blade...!" He said as he looked up again.

"I'm not trying to kill you."

"Then what was...?"

"I hit you. You need to be faster."

He seemed enraged and he lunged forward with castor's whip still around his sword. He sliced diagonally, then noticed that he had hit nothing. I was behind him, and have Castor a quick yank. He toppled over as his sword was pulled into the opposite direction to the one he was going in. I retracted the whip and let loose his sword. He grabbed it and lunged at me again. "I'm getting sick of this."

(3rd person perspective.)

Guiderius swung his sword madly, and felt it decelerate suddenly. No metallic clang. He must have hit flesh! He looked closer to see Loren standing before him, looking at him, with his hand at shoulder height, palm facing outward. Glowing blue. So was Guiderius' sword. It was merely 5 centimetres from Loren's palm. He tried to push it against Loren, but it didn't move an inch. Loren wasn't even touching the sword, but Guiderius could not, with all his might, move his sword.

"Whatfore ist this?" He asked Loren, looking at his glowing blue sword.

-This...- Loren's lips weren't moving. -...Is me.- Suddenly Loren seemed to grow some 20 cm in height, grow very light purple, almost white fur all over. His head grew two feline ears on top, and his eyes became purple, with pupils like those of a cat. His fingers grew together, leaving three fingers per hand, and a second neck separated from his neck, forming a curved shape between the back of his head and the top of his back. At the end of all this, Guiderius was staring up at a 2 metre feline creature, who in turn was glaring down at him with deep purple eyes, glowing blue. His sword, which was now at the creature's waist height, was still glowing blue. Guiderius let go of the sword and started fumbling backward. The sword was thrown away, behind the creature, beyond Guiderius' reach. "Wh.. Whatfore black magic ist this?"

-No magic. I am Mewtwo. I am Loren, he is me. We are one. We are two minds in one body. I am the most powerful pokémon in the world. I am psychic.-

"Psy... Whatfore? How..."

Mewtwo rose up off his feet and levitated toward Guiderius, who in turn fumbled away on his back. Mewtwo caught up easily and stopped right before him. He raised an arm, and Guiderius rose with it. Guiderius, now floating on thin air, was panic stricken as he saw himself engulfed in a blue glow. Despite his best efforts, he could not move, so he just looked into Mewtwo's eyes and waited.

-You have lost. We could kill you with a single thought.- Guiderius fell to the ground. -Leave. Return when you are ready. We will be waiting.-

(Loren's POV)

What're you doing? I silently asked Mewtwo as we watched Guiderius ride away on his steed with great haste.

He is not worthy of my time.

Granted, but why just let him go?

He will return if he gathers the courage. I saw Guiderius fall off his horse. That is not very likely to happen.

Behold Chapter 1 of Schizo 2: Arato Kazuyoshi. Not much plot yet, but there will be in chapter 2. R&R please.

P.S. No flaming over Ye Olde English. I know it's wrong. You don't need to tell me.