Ch. 36 Weak & Powerless.

Disclaimer: Hmmmm, am I suppose to say something here? Nope? Okay. Kidding! I don't own Pokemon. Nintendo do. They have the money & the force with them. Me: a half run down house with so many bills to pay.

Warning: cussing, brief sexual conduct, and body modification (surgery). Viewer discretion is advised.

Sorry for being late. So many distractions. I went to a Rob Zombie concert on the 24th. And it rules, as always! XD

Work has been busy. Prosperous, but very busy. Just like when I use go to high school. And…I've been burning the midnight oil on a couple of…'other' fanfics that I had shelved for a while.

I know: I'm a loser.

Reviews

WiseAbsol
2006-03-05
ch 1, reply

Hey...it's been a bit, hasn't it?

Mewtwo's gotten even more damaged and acquired another companion. Poor Myo though, to be exposed to all that crap. And you're evil, heinous character refuses to die. Maybe sometime soon that will be changed...maybe.

It's great to see they've all met up again, though I'm a bit confused over what happened (which makes sense, given Part 2 has been skipped for now because of the content). Ah well. I have to hope things grow clearer later.

See ya'.

WiseAbsol

On FF Dot Net, only Part 2 won't be covered by me. Read below for details.

Remember: Mewtwo can now speak with his mouth & by "telepathy."

A new day puts a unique perspective in what is to come. The last 12 hours proves that the unexpected does occur…

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I'm Bob Lawblaw, and this is the 11 A.M news. Last night in Saffron City, an unusual turn of events, a horrible train accident had occurred. Police reports that only the control unit car had somehow been forcefully separated from the rest of the rail cars. Only one fatality is confirmed. That of the conductor. Sources indicated fou-

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Shutting off the mounted T.V, Daisy could not believe that she had slept through the whole ordeal. From what sources that Clair gave to her, all of the intense action happened only at the front end of the magnet train. Bored out of her wits, she eyes the white ceiling panels. "I still don't see as to why am I in this hospital, taking care of a kid." Forced to volunteer, Daisy felt that something was amidst with Clair's motive. It seems as though there was something important. It then mentally hit her head: Mewtwo. Almost forgetting what the blackthorn gym leader had told her, she felt overemotional again. Not since the following morning when she first found & read his letter, did she felt like this. First was joy. Joy to see her friend returned. Next was anger. The way that he just took off & left, without having the common decency to say good-bye type of anger. "(That no good dirty rotten perverted…)" Her train of thought halted as her gaze were on the sleeping child. Apparently, she was struck on the head by a piece of shrapnel. Her breathing at a steady rate. Many thoughts went through the kunoichi's head. The most insatiable topics would overall be, "What happened to him in the last 4 months?" & "Who is this girl?" From what the older femme gave, there was a fight going on above the train that they were riding on. Apparently, one the brawlers was Mewtwo. The other was of little description. In short: Clair lent Mewtwo her S&W magnum revolver. He shot the floor of the control compartment & had literately split the rail cars in two. As the passenger side had no more momentum to go further, it was sparred from the fate that the front end had. A rather wicked crash to the train station. Fortunately, there weren't anybody at the station at this time of the night.

A knock on the door & a voice came from the other end. "Hey, open up. I didn't say over the phone, to block out everyone, you dunderhead!" It was Clair's. For a moment, a thought of planning a prank over the gym leader would suffice in a quick chuckle. That is until she spoke out in a singsong style. "♪I have somebody here who wants to see you! ♪" No sooner than to hear that, in a instant, Daisy hopped out of her post (a chair) & popped the door button to open. Rather to her state of surprise, the Blackthorn gym leader was not wearing her usual assortment of her brown bombardier jacket & biker pants. Her new apparel was a wild form of style, with a hint of sass. First off, a black wrinkled vest that had some odd patches, hiding underneath: her cobalt blue gym attire, the top portion visible. Her pants, now black jeans with some blue flames at the bottom of the legs. Her boots remained the same, other then that, a complete new outfit. "A new style for new times." A brief trice went on, Daisy came up with the only response that popped into her head. "O-kayyyyyy. And how old are you suppose to be? C'mon, you're at least 5-" A gentle shove to the forehead shut Daisy up. Clair did felt a bit embarrassed, but it was her choice to change her wardrobe. "Don't even think about joking around with my age. I needed to do a little change. And yet: you're still cheeky and complex." Unfazed but pissed, daisy got back up to counterattack, when a familiar voice came from behind Clair. "Cheeky: yes, complex: far beyond."

Clair moved a bit further to let the owner of the voice allowed. Coming in, came a tall figure. Hidden in a dull brown cloak, full of dark patched stains. Closing the door behind, the figure pulled down the hood of the cloak. Thus revealing none other than Mewtwo himself. With a bandage wrap over his right eye. Out of unknown reasons, she leapt up towards him. At the last moment, she swung a left punch to his right shoulders. "You…Ungrateful, backstabbing, lying…PERVERT!" On impact, his teeth gritted in a scowl of soreness. Clair was about to retaliate, but Mewtwo spoke out in a calm composure, despite the pain. "Let her. If it is necessary for her to rid the pain that I left for 4 months, then so be it." In one big surge of overwhelming emotions, Daisy repeatedly kept on hitting him. Each blow after each strike had the lesser effects than the first punch to his shoulder. "I hate you! I hate you! Hate you!" In her rights, she deserved to take the actions she was inflicting. Anything to get it all out, even the developing tears in her eyes. "Stop it! Stop with this loner bullshit. You are not suppose to abandoned us like that… what gives you the merit to..to.." The beatings ceased, the anger within subsided, replaced with dejection. Finally, she stopped hitting him. Burying her face to his chest, Daisy cried. "Why…why are you soo dramatic?" The looks on both Mewtwo & Clair, concern. Knowing well how to deal the current situation, Mewtwo wrapped his left arm over Daisy's shoulder. Instincts kicked in for the sobbing kunoichi, for when she felt his arm around her, the first thing out of reaction was to hold him. To never let him go. She did not know why, but it felt like it had to be done. "You, stupid pervert. You are the absolute worse. Why did you made me miss you so much?"

A moment of silence, except for her muffled crying. The three have been reunited again… (A Kodak moment.) Finally, Clair broke the silence. "How in the blue hell did our day started…"

(Yes. Let us see or, better yet; go back ten hours ago.)

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(10 hours ago…)

One in the morning & still no sight of him. Not since the morning that she found Mewtwo's whereabouts four months ago, did Clair felt anxious. In this case, the challenge to find a genetic pokemon in a city of such great size would prove to be anything but easy. Nether the less, her ambitions were as. Upon the two hours of traveling through the nooks & crannies that the city's less colorful boundaries, her ambitions had not falter one bit. Block upon block, alley by alley, the search went on. "(Damn it! Where is he?)" Bits of the past 12 hours played into her head, as if it had just happened a couple of minutes ago.

((How it ended with the custom made bullet that she got loaded up. The bullet was a rather radical alternative to an explosive shell, used by military armaments. There lies the drawback. When used, the bullet exerts more recoil. She has never tried out the red bullet. But now, she saw what one little red bullet could do. The next thing that Clair knew, a concentrated explosion ripped apart the floor below them. For a small object, it can do a big job. The force of the recoil pushed both Mewtwo & Zaigou back to the control panels hard. Shards of debris flew around. Unfortunately, a small piece of shrapnel the size of a quarter hit Myo on her head: knocking her out. The impact shook all of the train's compartment. Not enough to wake Daisy, which is astonishing, considering that she is a skilled kunoichi. And yet, her 'supposed' sixth sense is on the fritz. Back to the recap, as the train separated in two, the barbaric fight continued on. The last thing she could recall was an unconscious girl in her arms and two combatants still locked in a fight to the death, whisked away by a runaway train. ))

Reports from the authorities that only the remains of the conductor were to be found. Everything else was unsalvageable.

As the time goes by, speculation over if he was still alive grew weary. But in her heart, she knew that he can't be so easy to be killed. "(Do I still care about that bastard? For all that I know, I think he's better off on his own. Great, I think her sharp tongue is starting to rub off on me…still. I have to know.)" Rather then worrying about her self, her surroundings gave an eerie notion of the unknown. The narrow gaps of the alleyways seem to grew closer & closer at every turn she makes. Smokes rise from the stench & muggy sewer lines. Steam gathered up to shroud her views. Far beyond by her sights…. a shadow emerged out of thin air. For a mere second, Clair almost had the crap scared out of her. It came to her direction. Slowly, the figure moved as if it were floating on thin air. Closer & closer until it stopped away at a mere ten paces. She made sure that her hand was in a quick draw position. That is when the figure pulled out an S&W revolver out, only it was holding it by the barrel and not on the handle. The first thing that Clair could barely recognize, was that the handle had a small inscription on the edge. Too small for anyone to read it at a distance, but she knew it by heart.

'Indigo'

It was her gun. Only one person or pokemon was the last one to use it. The steams receded enough to let at least 6 meters in near clear conditions be visible. The shadow was shrouded in a tattered cloak. Many stitches held the fabric from coming apart. The hood concealed an almond shaped eye. One that could bring fear in a single gaze, yet show the warmth that yearns to be cradled. It was him alright.

Mewtwo.

Bits of her anguish arose, spitting out venom in the constructs of words. "You… Why are you so antisocial? What gives you any right to just get up & leave again?" No amount of suppressants could contain her deep ferocity. His silence further provoked her. Taking back her gun, she used it to pistol whip him in his face & right shoulder for many times. Clair felt some small trickles on her hand. What she had on her fist was blood: his blood. The notion to ask was halted when she saw the motion of his hidden left hand towards his right shoulder. He was…in pain. Though not shown on his hidden face, it was clear through his reaction. "Tell me what's going on with you."

Breaking his silence, Mewtwo spoke. His voice had aged to match his criteria, that of a an octogenarian. "I rather show it to you," He replied, hiding his distress. This was getting all eerie. The tension of emotions riled inside of her being, anticipating his answer. Since they were in the dark depths of the alleyways, not so many dared to venture alone. This proved to be a hidden haven in one's eyes. Slowly casting off the cloak, he now showed her his answer. A metallic thump came from his article of clothing, indicating that he carried something within him.

Far beyond the horrors that she thought she could comprehend, here lies the true epitome of life. Placing the cloak down, he revealed to Clair, that his shoulders & upper torso was incased in old bandage wrappings. Blood stains were evident all around the bandages. A small silver locket, shaped as the crescent moon and the morning sun. Hung on to his neck, a necklace that had some beads. She knew that his right eye was sewn shut, but the real shocker came to the direction of his right shoulder…there was no arm.

Mewtwo's right arm is gone. Completely missing.

Where as the area that she had punched him in anger, blood stained the bandages. No words could comprehend what she felt at this moment, either to pity this once god of all pokemon. Or: to take on his cold hearted nature, he had once shown to her in the early days. All she could do is stare. He felt uncomfortable & cleared his throat to snap her out of her fix. "Enough to even make you scorn my appearance?"

It earned him another slap to the face. Her face crossed the expressions of anger and despondency. "You shut the fuck up! Never have I ever seen you be this…thoughtless!" She wailed at him with everything that she could muster. But her heart prevented her from inflicting serious damages. What she had really intended to do, is to make him open his eye & let him see the repercussion he made. Hitting him repeatedly, blow after blow after blow, Clair wanted him to feel the wrath of a woman scorn. She started to fall in towards him, unstable in heart. Without a second thought, he caught her in his arm. Clair ceased the assault. A whimper escaped from her clenched mouth, followed by tears from her eyes. "Why must we act like this? It hurts so much." His eye did not hid back any cold emotions either. His own tears fell down on his cheek. A small speck dripped on to her face. When she felt it, Clair looked at him, puzzled. "Are you…crying too?" Stifling away most of his own true pain, Mewtwo

"Words could never convince how I feel right now. I know that my action four months ago was uncalled for, but hear me out. Please, hear me out for a sec. I had to attend to some very important issues with myself. You know what I mean? The letter that I wrote down?" She nodded. "Yes, I did read it….Tell me, is it all true? The things that you had done?" Mewtwo closed his eye, deep in thought. His own life is being put into question. Many at times, he did not gave the intentions to answer them. For they would lead to more. However, this is Clair. She has been important. A woman who got to know the softer, gentler side of him. He braced himself for the worst cased scenario.

"Unfortunately, yes. I am responsible. What I had done in the past, before we had ever met: it did happened. But the actions that I've made back then, was a order. I had not known what was right or wrong back then. I could no longer tolerate the injustice I marked. That is why I left. To seek for redemption. To quell my mental anguish. And…" He let go of her, unable to finish the last part of his sentence. Were there something that he did not wanted to speak out? For all Clair knew, it might be important. Mewtwo went to pick up his cloak, tore a hand-sized chunk of his cloak and hand it to her. He made sure that she got it, holding both of her delicate hands with his one left.

"Here,…Follow me. It is imperative that…you could help me. I will fill you in on anything that is on your mind when I have finish a important matter."

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Further in the steamed filled alley ways, the two kept silent throughout the whole trek. They came across a run down apartment, nestled deep within the confines of the urban city. Up inside the semi-abandoned apartment complex, Mewtwo searched room by room, followed by Clair. She wanted to know what was it that he was looking for. But he told her nothing. Up through the dreary halls, wandering about in a quarter that was filled with such mystery & fear. Mewtwo finally took one last step before halting to a complete stop. Clair stood behind him, not knowing what was about to happen. A gut feeling told her to reach near for her guns. Mewtwo felt her tension. "Not yet. Trust me on this. Dr. Horton may be a vile excuse of a man. But he is the finest back alley doctor in Kanto." A worn down sign said it all. 'Alex Horton: PhD.' He was here to get some medical attention. That was another mystery. Knocking on the maple boarded door, a surly gruff voice called out. "Hold yer damn horses, will ya? It's 3 in the fucking morning!" Opening to the inside, an old man wearing a lab coat, brown khaki pants, & ragged sandals. Late in his fifties, a combination of gray & black hair, small specks, and wrinkles. Immediately, Mewtwo knocked the door at a hard ratio, pushing Dr. Horton to the floor. "(Clair, get ready.) Dr. Alex Horton…I need you to do an operation. Simple as that, just stitch me up, clean the wounds & don't think of taking any samples." The look on Mewtwo's face shown no remorse for what he'd done.

"You fuckin' in…grate." The old doc saw what he meant. Removing his cloak, Mewtwo shown him the area of interests. "I know that your reputation doesn't exceeds your true gift to heal. As it is known that you have…connections with Team Rocket. Isn't that right, Clair?" It came clear as to why he told her to get ready: the doc works for both the people & Team Rocket. That would explain why his office was elaborated in stylish furniture. With "Hmmm, clever pokemon. One that can speak the human language is far intriguing. I'll help you. But you should knowwww, I don't work cheap-" taking it as a cue, from a tucked part within the cloak. Mewtwo tossed a bag of fist-sized nuggets to the desk, it got the doc's attention. "Get to it. Clair (Hmm?)…watch him for me. Please." As he handed her his cloak to her, she felt some compassion in his voice. "Sure." Prepped up onto a metal dinner table, Mewtwo chose not to take any anesthetics and lied on his back. Though it hurt so much, he needed to endure it for the procedure.

Working with every fiber of his being, Dr. Horton did everything he knew to repair this unusual pokemon's wounds. First, was the eye: it needed some major overhaul. Bits of lead debris (courtesy of Domino) still clung within his cavity. Clair stood by near him, making sure that nothing goes wrong. She had one of her hands on her revolver, incase the doc had other ideas. One eye was on him while the other looked at Mewtwo's near painful expressions. Seeing the wounds on his body, the sewn eye, the missing right arm: she did not know what to do. In one odd perspective, she was glad that he got what was coming to him. However, in the more emotional way, it was not right for him to suffer alone. While enduring the harsh surgery, Mewtwo could pick up the conflicting emotions that Clair was going through. "(If only you truly knew what's it like in my position right now. How I wanted to come back in a matter of days, but due to…a tragedy: I must fulfill a last wish……) Clair…"

His raspy geriatric voice beckoned to her. Clair noticed. "Save your strength: you have a lot of explanations to address. And by the way, why is your sound so ol-" "Old, you say? Because I am. (coughs up)" he interrupted. The doctor cleared his throat the conversation, making an effort to have the talks cease. "Too much talking. Need to concentrate on my profession here." Spinning the chamber aloud, she got Dr. Horton's full attention: don't interrupt their conversation. "I got it. That reminds me: I see that…seven-nope. Eight bullets are lodged here. What are you, some kind of un-killable monster?" Doctor Horton placed the last bullet on the bloodied tray. He was baffled, as how this mysterious pokemon had gotten shot so many times & still is alive. Then again, the look on that face gave the impression to not stick his nose in someone else's business. Clair was surprised to hear that he had been shot repeatedly. The bothering debate as to where she had shot him six years ago returned. "Is that where I had shot you?" Mewtwo gave no intention on moving, so he gave a gruff answer. "No…close, but not there…"

Two rolls of bandage wraps, over 200 stitches, three pints of lost blood & fifty minutes later, Mewtwo was all patched up. "There, done. Now do not put any intense pressure on yourself & you'll should get some immediate rest. And now…about my payment…" The last word held on a feel on greed. A sore & bandaged Mewtwo barely had managed to bring his left hand up, forming into a fist & slugged the doc out cold.

"What the hell, Mewtwo?"

Mewtwo took some moments to get off from the table, slightly dazed from the stitch up. "All he did was patch me up & cleaned the wounds. Besides, I had been here before: he just doesn't 'remember' me." Shaking off the small sting on his hand, he took back his nuggets save for a few & then proceeded to grab the phone on top of the medical drawer. He then gave the phone to Clair. "Call the hospital. See if you can get them to let Daisy stay with Myo. I'll find an empty room. I need to talk to you privately." Without giving a second thought for the moment, she nodded & called up the hospital. "Hello? Is this the main office for the Saffron Metropolitan hospital? I would like to…"

The minutes had past, the black drapes of the night was drawing near to an end. Dawn would arrive in an hour or so. In an unoccupied room, far from the home office where an unconscious Dr. Horton lay, Clair waited for Mewtwo to finish up on ridding any evidence of his existence. There were some debates as to whether or not she should clue Daisy in all the details. But that detail would have to wait in the back burners. "(What in the blue hell is going on today? I finally get to find Mewtwo on a runaway train, missing an eye & an arm. Not to mention a little scared girl who is now in a comatose state. And a creepy psychotic man who fought him. There will always be times that I wish these things never happened.)" A familiar voice in her head answered her thought. "We all have those thought, but life is never the way we wanted it to be." At the doorway, Mewtwo kept his eye at her. There was something within his mind that nagged him for so long. Clair was no psychic, but she knew well that something was up with him. "Anything on your mind?"

"As I said before, I'll answer any questions with nothing held back." Looking out at the pending arrival of a new day, Mewtwo just gazed away, avoiding to look at her for the moment.

At last, confirmation from the one that started this fiasco. "Before I get to the more notable questions, I have to know one thing: was it worth it to leave us without a goodbye?" He took a moment of pause. Scratching his neck, before he replied, "Yes and no. Yes, as I needed to get some priorities out of the way alone. But I never did intended to say good-bye. If I did, it would have meant forever. To not be able to see you day after day, week by week." A tail reached out to her waist. Where as a hand caressed her soft hair. Even with one arm, Mewtwo managed to hold her. "I can't stand it…the eternal anguish that I shall forever harbor within my soul. It drives me to the brink of madness. I want a life. A peaceful life. A future that does not bind me from my past. But the atrocities that I have committed, it lingers on like a cancer. In my heart, I don't want it to take you away….I'm scared. Scared to lose you to me."

Confession. The cleansing of the soul, to remove what blasphemy our vessel carries. A pokemon could never do such acts as to seek for forgiveness. But Mewtwo is far beyond a pokemon. He is both, yet neither. He is his own. The task he had taken upon himself, was to find the lost pieces of his mind. To be able to show joy, fear, sorrow. Anger. To break his perpetual defensive mechanism.

To warm his callus heart.

Two arms wrapped themselves over his shoulder, giving him warmth that was far needed. She had cuddled up to him, able to hear his ailing heart beats. Feeling his chest rise up & down with every breath of fresh air his lungs take. "Still the same old idiot that I knew back then. How are you going to make things up now?" He leaned forward to kiss her in the lips. At the first instant, she wanted to pull away, away from the white demon who ruined her for all men. Yet, in the next moment, her heart, her fond recollection of their times together. He still yearned for her in seclusion. The lonely times without the ones who meant far more than one's own soul. "By any means necessary, I shall & do what I have to."

It was now her turn to control the situation. All alone in a room far away from the prying eyes. This was the turning point in both their lives. He had come into grips with his pasts several times. Though those past months were harsh to the brinks, he now knew what part of his future he wants. The one where Clair was in it. "You jerk…," she said softly. Those words rolled off her tongue more easily. Into the streams of the black & speckled heavens, two lives in the size of grains amongst this vast universe: a second chance in love began to bloom. However, with only one hand, he still had the ability to send pleasurable shudders throughout her very essence.

Wrapping his tail & arm around her body to himself in a more comfortable position, he dared not to let her go, as he once foolishly had done many years ago. She refused to repeat the same mistake she had made six years ago too. The sun emerged in the right angle from the east, when the two stared into each other's eyes. He grasped her hand and inched closer to her slowly. With her opposite hand, he rested his palm along her jaw line, looking down into her sapphire eyes longingly. Mewtwo slowly brought his face closer to Clair, as she did the exact way too. Her nose was within mere inches from his. A rare treasure that he wanted to reclaim, the clone went in. How he fought off feelings of love for the past six years. Now, he was to give up & let it consume him again.

Her heart beats vigorously, Clair eased in closer to him, closing her mouth on his. A romance novel coming to life. An old flame returning back to the scene. The maiden, who still pines for his affection. The painful years without someone who knows how to bring out the much desired raw passion she ached for so long. Their lips, parched to the bones, were now quenched by each other's touch. She could feel his soul unwind into her lips. He tasted sweet like the first time they'd kiss: grapes. Mewtwo felt as if the world had faded away, only the two of them were left. His body wobbled. Together, these two shared an unbelievable kiss.

Feeling light-headed, she then pulled away reluctantly, but she felt she needed the fresh air, and to see the look on his gorgeous eye was more than enough of an incentive. Both their breathing had become a little heavier as they tried to focus on each other with their glazed eye/s. Clair had forgiven him in the same way that he did to her when she wanted to clear things up on the gun shot incident. Her body now ached for his touch. Finally, she was experiencing the love that she so desired. Almost immediately, she dove back in, kissing him once more, this time a little more ardently than the first.….

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While the low classed melodrama had ran it's course, with a lost in thought Clair, a distraught Daisy & an unconscious Myo…Mewtwo contemplated about the future.

Their futures…

To be continued…

Author's Notes. I'm a little under the weather right now. So, this story as well as the rest, will be on a two-three month hiatus. I want to burn off all the unfinished lemons that's piling up on my desk.

But I do got some good news. Another fic will be out on July. This was actually suppose to be Part 4. But due to a major plot hole surrounding the six year gap, I had to scrap that idea & shelved it for about three years before I could retouch it. It's called 'Indigo', and it stars Clair & Mewtwo. It starts right after Mt. Queyna. And yes: it's a romance story. A very odd one, but I made it. (And yes, you'll find out the reasons about the shooting too.)

Some of my friends keep on preaching to me, "Where's Part 2? How did Mewtwo lost his eye and arm? How did he meet up with this Myo girl?" It's simple. It's filthy, gory, and far too realistic. The way that it was truly meant to be made. Any who, it's one of two fics that I had written it in English, but I doubt that I'll re-edited it here.

Until I find someone who can actually do the job right while maintaining the perception, don't ask.

Next up is…

Ch. 37. 46 & 2 Ahead of me ( Ai makes a cameo appearance here.) Plus some topics will be revealed as well too.

Before I go for a good while, long story short: I'm just going to take a break on my fics. I'll be able to give reviews & post some whatnots in my 'Shippers forum.' A bit of an off breather for me. That, and the fact that the Anime Expo is coming to Anaheim again in July. I've scrounged up over 1,600 buck for anime merchandises. I admit: I'm hooked on the cool stuff they've sell. Last year: that's where I've gotten that Mewtwo doujinshi at. Hope to stumble onto another one…

See ya in 2-3 months.

Miyuutsuu.