Ch. 37: 46 & 2 Ahead of me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mewtwo, nor Pokemon. I'm just a fan fic author. And I'm not doing it for the money.

Warning: Creepy scenario and some language. Viewer discretion is advised.

I hope you weren't discouraged for 'Gravity'. I was just pointing something out that's gonna happen very soon. Involving Lance. Well, it's time to get the show on the road.

Soo sorry for being three days late. I'll post up the next chapter soon. Hot L.A. weather & computers don't go too well together. It slows down work ten folds. I swear that I need to but me a new AC. My old one crapped out on me some weeks ago. If there is any compensation: I got pics from my trip from the Anime Expo, including a pic of me in chibi mode.

Reviews: Thanks for them.

Emperor K. Rool
2006-06-13
ch 3, reply

Seeing Clair's thoughts was a good way of giving us a preview of your next story. I can't wait to read Indigo!

WiseAbsol
2006-06-08
ch 3, reply

This was interesting...short, but interesting. A bit of a look into 'Indigo' until you can truly turn it out.

I'm looking forward to the next chapter, and Part 2, whether it be a disaster or not.

Well, thanks for the enjoyable read.

See ya'.

WiseAbsol

Invader Ash
2006-06-07
ch 3, reply

Nice, not to sound odd. But sometimes a human/pokemon relationship can be downright sexy.

Note: throughout this chapter, Mewtwo will be talking with only his mouth. But to distinguish between voices, his words & thoughts will be italicized throughout this chapter. Thoughts are in "(this)" format. Enjoy!

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'A mahogany sedan paces its way through the semi-tranquil suburban streets of Jotho's Violet City. Looking out at the backside window of the car, a happy child, no more than seven years old, expressed with such imaginative glee to the rest of the world how her day was. Dressed primly on her best sun dress & soft open toed sandals, she kept on saying an unusual sing-song like phrase

"♪Ichi, ni, san, yon, go! One, two, three, four…..five.! ♪♪"

The driver of the car, a man in his late thirties, beckoned to his daughter of her actions. "Ai, did you had a good day today?"

"Yep! I love the amusement park! Thank you mommy! Daddy! ♪Ichi! Ni, san, yon….go. ♪♪"

"Sweetie, where did you pick up those words?" Her mother on the passenger side, cocked her eyebrow in concern over her daughter's odd singing behavior.

A happy child that can never rid herself over the fun time she had today at the park, little Ai grinned, "From a funny looking clown who kept on saying it in a happy tune while passing out the balloons, so I caught on it too…Daddy Daddy! look: A big truck ahead."

That last part was a second too late, her father realized that he was in the opposite side of the road. He panicked, failing to turn the steering wheel to the right direction. "AI-" Terror flowed thru the bloodstreams of the mother, Sachiko, while only reacting to her instincts. To protect her precious. But it was all going so fast.

There was no time for escape, the truck marked it's unnecessary victim, barreling at an unfathomable speed, right up to the terrible collision.'

In a flash, total blackness

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It was all in an instant. A flashback memory.

But in an mysterious sense of the unknown, they were not of his…no.

The memory was that of…

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Ai?

Returning back to the grasps of reality, Mewtwo gazed upon the current environment he was in. White sterile walls, heart monitor with a steady 60 bpm (beats per minute), guests chairs, and most of all: two familiar people. During the moment that Mewtwo had consoled a heavy-hearted Daisy, this flashback arose to his mind. "(How can that be? But w—? I need to find that out no sooner than later...but why my? Why all of this?.)" Not only was this so nostalgic in his mind, it did happened again. This time…history took a step in reverse and prompted a more unfair fate. He almost was about to shed a tear.

A tear of grief & sorrow, yet he kept his emotions in check.

There were points in his life that it just became too much. However, Mewtwo made it this far, so there was no point in going back. Not after whatever he had to go through with. Only after retracting his embrace from the reunion between the three, there were some things that needed to be explained. Mainly about his AWOL situation. It might as well be thoroughly explained now. "As you know, I'm not one who had a fair life. That's life for you: always unfair & simply cruel. To my point, I just needed to find a way to get myself together, alone for short period. It may not show on the outside, but trust me: I'm a train wreck inside…which explains the letter that I wrote down for the both of you to read. I had to rid any skeletons that are the closet..…" the silent hostility the redhead was harboring less & less, her raging emotions dwindled down to a mere ticked off feeling. "Is that suppose to be it? That's still no excuse to run off!"

A breath of controlled frustration passed through the clone's closed mouth. None the less, he accepted any harboring dander that Daisy was still ventilating.

"I know that you are angry & you have every right to be, none the less, here me out. I was to originally be gone for no longer than two weeks. However…(This has to be out in the open.) I ran into somebody in my old past. That person still…wants to 'kill' me. It led to an array of wrong turns. Along in which.." He looked at the peacefully slumbered Myo. Concern was shown through his eye. Clair noticed how his solemn face became more evident. "She came into your life? Explain."

Now the most debated topic came to a view. How did Myo, the little girl came into this.

"I….I killed her parents. By accident."

Both were appalled to hear that he had taken away the lives of two completely innocent trainers & making an orphan out of the child. While the clone kept his eye at the sleeping Myo, an answer to the heinous reason why he committed such a unholy disgrace came in the form of a single loud question from the two ladies.

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?"

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?"

What would possesses him to kill again? It wasn't bad enough that he resorted back to his earlier lifestyle of butchering the innocents like lambs to the slaughterhouse. But this? During in which, Daisy thought of actually inflicting real damage to her & Clair somewhat was reaching for her gun, Mewtwo sensed the hostilities. "HOLD ON! Before you think that I murdered her parents in that kind of way, think again. It was not that of my own choice, it was the action that led to her mother & father's death that I believe….was my fault. I killed them by letting that sick sadistic-" abruptly, he stopped. If there was one word in the kunoichi's vocabulary that would boil her blood to nothing but steam, it would be what he was about to say.

As one would put it: the truth is harsher than a lie, but the truth never creates illusions, only meaning that never betrays.

Summoning up the strength to form the necessary word, Mewtwo blurted it out.

"Zaigou."

Yes, the very same psycho that wanted to use the Shinoda girl is back. The same monster that brought chaos at the magnet train last night & almost succeeded on de-railing it. The name sent shivers down her spine. Remembering that sinister voice, those soulless eyes….the rage she felt earlier ago reemerged to show how irked she felt when that name is present. Clair was a bit concerned as to what of the status over this raving person. "Tell me this then. What happened to him: is he still alive?"

Like a butter being split in ease by a hot knife, Mewtwo spoke the first words, knowing well that it won't be pretty. "Very so, even to the point that the train crash didn't stunned him. However… ."

Daisy had to know, regardless of the answer. Anything that had the mention of him were of the utmost importance for her. "Spill."

On cue, Mewtwo propped his arm to pull away his cloak up through the bottom towards up. As the article of clothing was cast to the redhead, her vision was briefly blind. Her face was entangled in a comical way, some chuckles from the gym leader only made it more irritated: providing a more funny show. When in her success, she got a good long view at the 'new' Mewtwo. Standing tall & firm, bandage wrappings all over his upper torso, the fact that she saw that his right arm is gone. A half bloodied stain on the marks she gave him earlier were evident. And to add suspicion, there were two scabbards strapped to his back and locket around his neck. Daisy scanned his body with her eyes, bewildered by how much he has physically changed.

Daisy fought off the thoughts of possible scenarios could have led to his stature & awaited for the rest of his news. He motioned his arm to loosely concentrate on his abilities & slid off both scabbards from his bandaged wrapped chest. He tossed the items of interests lightly towards the perplexed kunoichi. "I'll make this quick: I shall tell what exactly did went on in my four month 'road to self redemption' journey. It all started the night I made my choice to part ways for a bit when…I ran into Domino…"

(I'm not going tell you what went down: you'll have to wait. XP)

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Meanwhile at the same time in another region…

In the remains of the former Johto Team Rocket facilities base, a very familiar van was parked right where the transport hanger used to be, right before a certain incident leveled the place. Amongst the vast rubbles & debris, two mercenaries wandered about, searching for any signs of clues, usable scraps, & more importantly, human & pokemon remains. The latter part was just a measure to insure that any data that imposes a future threat would never surface. The way from how the stench of rotting flesh, ground zero had been in the current state for no longer than two months tops.

"Nothing but slag & dead fucking grunts all over. Talk about one big muthafuckin' shit stink hole." The one who so blurted out the profanity, dawned on a fashionable lab coat with a embroidery insignia of 'Black Sunshine' and with the name Ichimura Wakana written in black on the left front pocket. Not to say the least, her black khakis kept getting debris.

Her counterpart, trudged on some metal rubbles: Domino, had forgo her trench coat for the moment, her leather tight attire gave her a momentary free movement. "My, aren't we bitter. Do I detect some pent up frustration from the so-called 'Soul Crusher'? Moreover, what's with your…pea shooter? There are no reports of anybody near a hundred miles radius due to the location of this heaping hell hole."

What Domino was referring as Wakana's pea shooter is anything but one: a chrome finished M61 Vulcan that's far too heavy & menacing for her petite 5' 3 tall frame. To the untrained eye, it does not allow the beholder to see the full potential that she can accomplish. Small as she may be seen, hidden beneath that cute science geek look, lies a monster far more heinous than even Giovanni could not grasp. A former first class contract killer from the young age of 14. Now in her late twenties, research & finding new contracts is all that she feels like doing. Leaving all the dirty work to her employee/accomplice.

"I have my reasons. One that you should have known by now is that the unexpected can happen anywhere, anytime. And yes: I'm so pissed…at YOU! Why did you do it!" Several servo joints came into life inside the mini gun grasped by the angry lady. Obviously, she wanted to put some fear into the heart of her accomplice & somewhat hypothetical little sister. To with, Domino replied without letting her wander beyond the 6 barrels of pure unmerciful hell, "I have no reason to tell you why you should pry into my personal-"

"All I here from you is 'bitch bitch bitch' & always putting the blame on Mewtwo. Do you know what I could have found out if you didn't had gone & let him go?" There was no way the younger mercenary could pick up any double meaning to Wakana's question. But that did not deter her from making a rude statement. "Here we go again, let it go! I had told many times: he hates experiments, let alone from some crazy sluttish science geek!" Obviously, the duo had some minor kinks to work out of their relationship. If it means spending more time in the crude 'grave site'. In truth, all that she was doing was to loosen up the tension by a mere few kilometers. "Who are you calling sluttish!" No matter how much each were getting on each other's nerve's, it was all just to set their minds out of what the real picture is….

What else lie beneath the rubbles…

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Back at the hospital, Mewtwo had finished up on his explanation. Every major detail was unfurled, from the first encounter of Myo, the church massacre, even about a temporary alliance with Lance. All the way through the most disturbing part of the experience; visiting the memorial children's cemetery. Reassured, the clone told them that it was anything but easy & fair. Daisy took one look at his eye, seeing as how he put up with so many crap life had to offer. None the less, she was glad that he was back now. Semi-shocked over his appearance, but glad.

"Tell me one thing though, what's your next move?" Clair gazed out at the cities streets through the window when she spoke.

A brief pause took in hand, not long before the clone responded in a low tone. "As of now: nothing for the remainder of the day. Not until 'Judith' here wakes up. If you excuse my hesitation, would you mind going out for a while? I just need some time alone with Myo here."

On cue, bringing her ho so impulsive complex behavior back, Daisy made a declaration of interest. "Fine, dragon lady & I will go get ourselves something to eat, and a room."

Clair was about to protest over the choice that she did not wanted to leave him out of her sights if it were not for two reasons.

1. She did not had anything to eat in hours.

2. She so desperately needed a shower. Things got dirty earlier today.

"Fine, I could go for something that ain't canned. I feel so exhausted from today…" Clair was telling the truth in her own way. Not wanting to explain to Daisy that during most of the early morning: she did felt tired…from dabbling on a romantic liaison with Mewtwo.

"By the way, what happened to your jacket?" For Clair, she hesitated a bit, there are just some things that can't be discussed out in the public. "It umm-I kind of got it dirty near some shady alleyways when I was looking for this jackass here. And I decided to change my wardrobe for a bit." Mewtwo took that as an opportunity to deliver a rare innuendo to her privately. In any case, one at all.

"(That's not all that she lost in the alley way apt-)" his thought was brought to a halt by Clair's elbow to his stomach. "(Hey: you were the one who started this!)"

"(Then why didn't you just say no?)"

Daisy in avertedly saw the looks on the two, yet she couldn't put 2 & 2 together. However she did something other than standing there. "Whatever. C'mon, let's go now. We'll see you a bit later." The two girls departed off for some hours, leaving Mewtwo to watch over the child. The first action that he made, was to get her attention, when his hand gently poked at the child's nose.

"I know that you're only half awake, Judith."

No longer could she go on with the façade, as she responded with a slight giggle. Her eyelids slightly fluttered, until her majestic crimson eyes were shown to the world again. Slowly, she spoke her first words since the incident last night, mocking a pout to show that her fun was over. "No fair. How did you know?"

The look on Myo's face got him choked up. Knowing well what the little girl was safe, Mewtwo felt a bit at peace. Petting her head to comfort Myo, he gave a small smile. "I saw you squinting at me, when I first got here. Now go back to sleep, 'Judith'. You need the rest." Before he removed his hand, her arms reached out to halt him, to show her appreciation towards the handicapped clone. So much had gone through, this was a moment of peace & rest. Before the awaiting challenge begins again. "O-kay, but only if you stay here for a bit."

He nodded. How could he say no to such a cute face? How would any say no to her?

"Now close your eyes and rest up 'Judith', I promise you to be here, ok?" With a gentle & reassuring nod, little Myo did as she was told and returned back to the nether realm of dreams.

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As the first hour had gone by in the calm spring afternoon, Little Myo or as her nickname from Mewtwo 'Judith' peacefully slumbered on her hospital bed. While hidden amongst the curtains, Mewtwo had his back on to the deep cold room wall. The cloak that gave him the least amount of privacy was hanging on the bed post, while his tail followed an imaginary stream of air, waving around with no care. Though he could no longer see the partially clouded skies with his right eye ever again, his focus was on the now sleeping kid. All it took to met each other was a horrific accident. His thoughts kept playing back those atrocious scenes of her:

(…Crying in fear for her dead family. Caught in the midst of a flaming wreckage….

His bleeding eye overrode his sense of judgment, instincts pushing his soul to do what is right.

He led the devil through the foggy streets in Violet City.

One thing led to another...

He was branded as a scum of the earth: blaming himself for all of this.

The terrible stench of burning flesh mixed with running motor oil gave his nose a sneer of repugnance.

Having to dealt with two dilemmas at the same time was a tad too much, yet he managed to persist on the matter at hand …)

The slight chinks the rosemary beads of his necklace, collided onto the locket that's so dear to him. A bit of fresh air was not all that he needed right now. Circumstances were bound to appear later on & he requires plans of action to deal with now. First off: he was in a slight disadvantage, now that he has no right arm & eye. Certain tasks could not be performed, at the moment: there was not anything he could do alternatively with a bit of psychokinetic powers at his command. Obstacles that handicapped his potential were not to be taken lightly.

"(I might not be able to fight at 100 percent, nor can I do any simple concepts…But that does not mean that I am anything but weak. How am I suppose to handle this…I've come this far to not give in to anything…)"

In over his head, Mewtwo had instinctively caressed the locket he had on his left hand. Through some practical methods, the clone summoned bits of his un-squandered powers to open the locket.

Within the contents, an old photo was visible. It has seen better days, but it is still intact. In the photo, three happy people, smiling as if there wasn't a care in the world. The first one to be recognized by Mewtwo was that of the late Dr. Fuji. In his mid thirties, he still had that ridiculous hair style, yet it shown to have a lush light walnut color rather than being gray.

Cruel irony settled to his already preoccupied brain. His creator was the father of Ai, yet, he killed him off like a vile vermin with no remorse of his action 'til later. Again, Mewtwo wanted to put the lingering pains of his wrongful past aside & proceeded to further examine the picture from the locket.

Fuji's right hand & shoulders were holding onto the second person. A lovely woman.

Sachiko. The only true survivor of this cruel tragedy.

Unlike Fuji, she lived…despite that in one brief moment during their failing marriage, she believed that he would be able to bring her precious back….

By the looks of it, the clone's guess on her age would be around 28 years old. Short cyan hair. Up to the base of her nape. It was amazing for him to know that at near 40, her hair still was the same as it was eleven years ago. Age still took a toll on her too, some wrinkles here & there, but not enough to diminish her as an old lady. More like a fully bloomed woman. A small chuckle arose from his throat, having to think like that to Sachiko. "I jest, but I now see no reasons to deny something that is true." He never thought that meeting the mother of his dearly departed friend would ever happen. However, like fate: certain things that complicated his distraught mind at the time, led him to her.

He had silently admitted that the first meeting was beyond awkward….Moving along, he took a brief pause, along with a hefty sigh. Mewtwo's full attention focused onto the third person, the young one in the middle.

The one who will always elude him, no matter how much he begs to be there for her. The first friend, nurturer, and even….

…..Even something more he could & never want it to explain…

…Ai…

In his eyes, there was no one who exceeds the pillars of compassion like she done to him. Her cobalt eyes gleamed sheer joy, her teal hair cascading down her shoulders, the white sundress portraying youthful innocence.

The oddest occurrence to graze through his mind his how slightly both she and Clair were somewhat similar. While Clair has teal eyes & cobalt colored hair, Ai had teal hair & cobalt eyes. This brought up more questions, in which none possesses any answers. One in which: how would Ai look like if she was still alive. "Only a coincidence, but I wonder….hmmm, I wonder." Maybe it was the way today had begun, the following fatigue that clouded his thoughts. Therefore, he shut the locket closed, not wanting to bring himself depressed again. Memories are what they are: to be there, all the good & the bad. It makes us what we are & determines the outcomes of our future.

The minutes went on, nothing but small murmurs from outside the room, as this is a hospital. Mewtwo felt the urge to sit down on one of the chairs. Unbeknownst to him, a fading echo, deep in the interiors of the room reemerged from beyond reality to once again fill his head with nostalgia.

"….One…two….three…."

There was no way to understand why it was happening, nor to learn as to what it is caused by. Things seem to get out of the order that is reality & is pure fantasy. But the soothing voice lured him on. Facts were of no use, as Mewtwo closed his eye & sighed. Compelled by the words of his siren, he succumbed to her alluring echo. "Yon….go…..roku…."

"Seven….eight …"

"…nine……."

'Ten!'

"Ten."

In his mind, nothing could comprehend the situation that has come today. For all he knew, he was going with the flow & followed this odd saying on & on again. For such an enigmatic & secretive freak, the moment meant more than a simple set of words. It meant being more closer to Ai than ever before.

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He couldn't be any more right about that.

A/N: I like the reviews that I got from the last chapter.

Okay, it's time for a Q & A filler about this chapter.

1: Did you the nickname for Myo Judith, has two meanings? One being that I made it as a feminine form of the name Judas. (You know something bad is gonna happen later on.) The other is that it came from the Book of Judith: in which a lady with the same name, decapitated an enemy general in his drunken stupor.

2: Why is that I chose to have Mewtwo pair up with Clair? Look at the hint at the very near end of the chapter. There's one half of the answer.

3: What's up with that first scene with Mewtwo having a flashback memory of Ai? The next chapter will give you the whole answer. But I'll throw this in: that's the only evidence as to how the original Ai died. I checked this out from the Radio Drama, 'Miyuutsuu No Tanjou' The Birth of Mewtwo.

Next up:

Ch 38: Observez le 'soleil' mourir (Watch the 'sun' die) Three word: Sachiko's special secret.

Miyuutsuu