Chapter 11

"Wow." Misty said sarcastically, "And here I thought you two had gotten off to a good start."

"We did, and then I spoiled it," Mewtwo admitted. He had to defend himself somehow though, "she was giving me gray fur though, running off alone like that; she was a shiny! I don't know which is more dangerous to be sometimes: shiny or legendary?"

"At least legendary pokemon have their extraordinary powers to better defend themselves," Misty said thoughtfully, "shiny pokemon have no such extra power to use to protect themselves, unless they themselves are a legendary pokemon, or have also been the result of a long line of illegal selective chain breeding." she added, then she narrowed her eyes in a way that made Mewtwo uncomfortable, "What do you think a shiny Mewtwo would look like?"

"We are getting off topic," Mewtwo said.

"Sorry," Misty apologized, "sorry, it just popped into my head. I couldn't help it."

Mewtwo sighed, "My aura does not shimmer in the sunlight so I am obviously not the shiny of my species; so long as it is not something outrageous, like hot-pink, I honestly couldn't care less." Misty, now with that image in her head, was trying so hard not to laugh. Mewtwo then decided it was time to return to the story, "If I must reassure you about my attitude towards Naiya, I was lucky enough to find an opportunity to 'smooth things over'…"


When Mewtwo woke up in the late afternoon, he was surprised to find Naiya already asleep. He got up quietly so he didn't disturb her and grabbed an apple from the recently restocked food storage. He left the den quietly and lifted into the air, flying over the clouds, over Nimbasa City and heading to Driftveil City. He could've teleported to save time, but the problem with that is, he didn't have any other plans that would use up that extra time.

By the time he reached Driftveil City, the sky was beginning to turn pink with the sunset, and the first few stars were already becoming visible. There were just a few things he needed in Driftveil that he—or rather, Naiya at this point—couldn't get in Lostlorn Forest; bandages for one, and for another, Revival herbs.

There was a shopkeeper in the market area of the town, who had just what Mewtwo needed, and was currently packing up for the day.

Now, Mewtwo was never much for stealing, but this man was a special occasion, a brief scan of his memories some time back told Mewtwo that this man "buys cheap and sells high", so not only could he afford the loss, but if anyone was stealing…

Well, Mewtwo could just call himself a self-serving Robin Hood, but maybe he did have a little of Mew's mischievous nature. Mewtwo hid just on the edge of the forest and decided to drag it out a little for further enjoyment. Every time the shopkeeper would turn his back to put some supplies away, Mewtwo would pluck one Revival herb from a random bag, the man had a lot of bags too, so there was a large selection and so little was taken from each bag that the shopkeeper didn't even notice.

Once Mewtwo had collected a fifth herb, he heard a quiet snicker coming from the other end of the market. He looked over in that direction to see the young lady who sells Moo-Moo Milk; she had obviously noticed the Revival Herbs being floated away. She was trying so hard to focus on her task, but if the red cheeks, pressed lips and squinted eyes of her barely contained mirth said anything, she was failing.

Mewtwo got an idea, he levitated a jar of milk in front of the lady, and she looked at it in surprise. She wasn't getting the message so Mewtwo shook the jar back and forth gently; this time she realized the question. She glanced in the general direction of where the herbs went and smiled, nodding. Before anyone noticed the floating jar, she plucked it from the air and put it in a large bag, even adding a second jar, and a small packet to the bag. Then, making sure no one was looking, she walked to the edge of the forest, just a few yards over from where Mewtwo was hiding, and placed the bag down.

When the lady walked back to her station—still smiling—to continue packing up, Mewtwo crept over to the bag. He looked through it to find the packet and discovered it was some chocolate-chip cookies, there was also a note inside: "Safe for Pokemon". Mewtwo smiled, thievery shouldn't be rewarded like this, but he'd obviously made her day.

When Mewtwo returned to his den, the sky was dark, save for the numerous stars now shining brightly. He entered and placed the milk jars in the stream to keep cool; shifting some rocks to hold them steady in the current. Then he started over to the medicine storage to put away the Revival herbs only to freeze in his tracks.

Naiya's bed was empty; she wasn't there! Mewtwo was about to fly out of his den to look for her when he heard a voice, "There you are!"

Mewtwo breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and turned to Naiya, who was just returning through the den entrance. She was out alone yet again! Mewtwo gave up. He wasn't going to reprimand her anymore, since it was never going to sink in, "Trouble sleeping, Naiya?"

"Nope! I slept rather well, thank you." Naiya said, grinning, "I decided to try and sleep during the day so I could stay up with you. When I woke up though, you were gone. Where did you go?"

"I had to make a stop in Driftveil City," Mewtwo said, holding up the herbs before using his telekinesis to send them to their storage, "You're rather persistent about learning more about me aren't you?" He smirked in amusement. Despite how it would make him feel uncomfortable at times, Mewtwo had to admire her tenacity.

"What's so bad about that?" Naiya asked, looking away pouting.

"And what exactly would you want to know about a 'jerk' like me?"

"Oh, come on! Please? I didn't really mean that!" Naiya pleaded, she looked down at her clasped hands, "Don't make me beg…"

"Naiya, my history is not one that you would enjoy hearing about. I must warn you of that at the very least." Mewtwo started. Naiya actually raised her clasped hands in front of her face, dipping her head, and looked ready to actually beg. Mewtwo continued before she had the chance to drop all her pride and get on her knees over this, "So before I begin my story, I must be able to trust that you will stop me if you feel you cannot hear anymore."

Naiya looked up, smiling like she'd finally won a battle against Mewtwo. Perhaps, in a way, she did, "I promise! I won't let you scar me for life!" She finished with a giggle, so full of naivety that Mewtwo began to wish he had been a little colder towards her so that he didn't have to risk stealing that bright light from her eyes.

He levitated one of the milk jars from the stream, pulled the cookies out of the food storage and sat down with Naiya in the center of the clearing. She looked at the milk and cookies curiously and when Mewtwo offered her a cookie, she took it and followed his lead in dunking the cookie in the jar of milk. She had obviously never had a treat as simple as this before, so Mewtwo had to suppress a laugh at her excitement after the first bite.

Then Mewtwo felt guilt twist his stomach, he didn't want to ruin this moment with Naiya by burdening her with knowledge of his past. Mewtwo looked over at her just as the moonlight began to slip through the branches and bathe her in its glow; her hair, once blue, took on a silvery appearance—as did her arms, Mewtwo was sure, but the way her face was framed by that silvery hair was so…hypnotizing. He felt something stir within him and he found himself completely spellbound by the sight.

Mewtwo did not know how long he had been staring, but he broke from the trance when Naiya shifted and looked away, smiling sheepishly, hiding her reddening cheeks. Having been snapped out of it, Mewtwo had scolded himself; such a closeness as that with Naiya couldn't be possible, especially not after he finishes telling his story. Hell, once I do finish, or when she asks me to stop, that might be when she finally takes me up on my offer to escort her home.