Chapter 10

Five years ago (2 years and 3 months before Genesect)

Mewtwo had teleported the group of hunters to the nearest police station in Nacrene City, wrapping them in one of their own nets for good measure, for a very confused Officer Jenny to find. He wanted to do so much more than simply teleport the bastards away unscathed. He wanted to hurt them; he wanted to make them feel a pain that dwarfs that of every pokemon that suffered at their hands. And he wanted them to know fear, a fear so horrible Mewtwo wouldn't need to use his psychic powers to snap their minds, that their minds would snap on their own!

But he had a higher priority; the Gardevoir, now in his arms, needed immediate treatment. He looked over at the unconscious Bisharp, and scowled—unfortunately, he couldn't teleport the dark-type away too—before teleporting to his temporary Unova region home in Lostlorn Forest. The Gardevoir looked up at him fearfully, but couldn't struggle out of his arms due to the paralysis. She felt so small, and so frail in his arms, Mewtwo knew this was actually the normal physique for all Gardevoir, but he couldn't help but feel a swell of pity for her in her weakened state, "It's alright," he tried reassuring her telepathically, "you're safe now, you can rest easy while I treat your wounds."

Mewtwo looked ahead to the small opening within the dense forest, it led to the den that he had made as his home. He walked forward, through the opening, which lead to a spacious, yet sheltered clearing. There was soft grass covering the ground, thick moss and vines growing up the trees to close in the area around them, and the thick branches and leaves sheltered overhead, letting just enough sunlight into the den to make it feel more welcoming than spooky. There was also a small stream running from the east end of the den and curving to exit through the north end.

Mewtwo carried Gardevoir to a slight depression in the ground at the left of the den; it had especially thick grass and even some moss for extra cushioning. He set her down gently and reached towards the wall of the den, psychically moving the vines aside to reveal herbal remedies and bandages. He selected some Cheri, Pecha and Sitrus berries to work with then also grabbed some bandages, a cloth, two bowls and a grinding stone.

He set to work, levitating the Pecha and Sitrus berries, along with one Cheri berry above one bowl, squeezing the juices out and combining them, then placing the remains of the berries in the other bowl with the remaining Cheri berries. Taking on a life of it's own, the grinding stone began mash up the berries into a paste while Mewtwo guided the other bowl to the Gardevoir's mouth.

She was visibly shaking, seemingly trying her hardest to fight the paralysis and distance herself from him, "I'm not going to hurt you," Mewtwo told her, "just drink this, it will restore your strength and help you fight the paralysis. Please, just take a leap of faith."

The shaking reduced to a slight trembling, and the Gardevoir began to drink the berry juice. By the time she had finished, the poultice was ready to be applied to her wounds. Mewtwo summoned some water from the stream, grabbed the cloth and started with moving the Gardevoir's left arm to reveal the large cut in her side.

"Have you a name?" Mewtwo asked, trying to distract her as he began to clean the wound and apply the poultice. "Or do you just go by 'Gardevoir'?"

Silence at first, but she answered, "Naiya," she said.

Mewtwo smiled, "Well Naiya, my name is Mewtwo, it's nice to meet you."

"It would've been better under different circumstances though," she said miserably.

Mewtwo chuckled audibly, "Yes, that would've been preferable, but I suppose some things just can't be helped can they? At least things are looking up now, though, right?"

Naiya looked up at him, relieved, and gave a small smile, "Indeed."


"Naiya." Misty said quietly, "That translates to something right?"

"In Arabic, it means 'Water Nymph'," Mewtwo answered, staring off slightly, a near-invisible smile on his face. She had the haunting beauty of one.

Misty brought him back, "Well, what happened after that?"

The distant look in his eyes gone, "I had to keep redressing her wounds, and stitch the injury in her side," Mewtwo started again, "so for that reason she couldn't leave for a couple of weeks…"


Mewtwo woke up in his nest on the other side of the clearing from Naiya's. Looking over to find she wasn't there, Mewtwo glanced around the den to see where she was. When it was apparent that Naiya was not in the den, Mewtwo groaned, annoyed, I told her not to go off on her own like that. When he told her it was safe for her to move around, he also explicitly warned her it'd be dangerous to go out alone. Those were hunters after her, for Arceus' sake! Whoever hired them could've hired more! Despite the risks though, she'd left on her own on numerous occasions to find ways to 'return the favour' for him rescuing her; gathering for meals, and also searching for berries to restock Mewtwo's medicine supplies after he'd used up most of it on her.

Mewtwo closed his eyes and quickly searched for Naiya mentally, to find her picking berries from some nearby bushes. She looked up, sensing Mewtwo's mental presence, and glanced in his general direction, smiling innocently, before continuing her task. "I am beginning to wonder how you managed to survive this long before the hunters found you." Mewtwo chided.

"Awww, were you worried about me?" Naiya teased.

Mewtwo scoffed and rolled over in his nest, "Don't flatter yourself," he scolded playfully, "If you are so insistent on risking your own safety, then why should I waste my time worrying?"

Naiya looked over towards Mewtwo with some form of 'puppy-dog-eyes', "Oh come now, don't be like that…" she was obviously trying to guilt-trip him, "I'm gathering breakfast for us."

"It's going to be a late afternoon lunch for me," Mewtwo stated, "or early supper, whatever you would call it in your diurnal terms. Either way, that's my breakfast time."

Mewtwo smirked in amusement when Naiya threw her head back and audibly groaned, "Come on! That doesn't give us much time to spend together, between you waking up in late afternoon and me going to sleep at night! It's not fair…"

Mewtwo jolted in his nest. For the past few days, Naiya had been dropping many of these not-so-subtle hints that she wanted to know more about him. While he did enjoy her company in his den, he was nowhere near ready to attempt any such closeness with her. Her wounds were healed now and she had been physically well enough to leave the den, and return to her home. Mewtwo even reassured her saying he'd escort her back to her home, but she'd go silent and refuse to answer him. She was obviously hiding something and he couldn't figure out what, but he wasn't just going to force his way into her mind to figure out what was wrong, nor was he about to force her out of his den, either one would hurt her, and make him feel awful.

Naiya returned to the den with her basket full of berries. Mewtwo looked over his shoulder at her when he heard her footsteps signalling her return. When she saw him looking at her, she turned her head away spitefully. "And here I thought only children acted like that", Mewtwo teased.

That got a reaction out of her, she glared in his direction in a way that only proved his point, so he couldn't help but grin as he looked away and started to fall back asleep. Before sleep claimed him though, Naiya made sure to get the last word in, "Jerk," she said vocally; quietly, but just loud enough that she knew he heard her.