Chapter 16

"NO!"

Mewtwo pulled away from Naiya and flew to the other end of the small clearing. He bent over and leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath as his aching member re-sheathed. His heart felt like it was being torn to shreds; she tricked him, she had been lying to him all along!

"Mewtwo?" Naiya asked, innocently, "What's wrong? Come on, we were almost finished." She wrapped her arm around him reassuringly.

But Mewtwo reacted as though her touch burned him; he wrenched away from her and held his arm out, using his telekinesis to send her flying back across the clearing and pinning her to a tree. Naiya cried out in pain from the impactthe sound piercing Mewtwo like a bullet. She opened her eyes and looked at him in confusion, "Mewtwo—!"

"Tell me it's not true…"Mewtwo said quietly, "What I saw; you…those hunters…that Team Plasma woman…DONOVAN!"Naiya's eyes lit with the realization at what he was referring to, "Please Naiya…"Mewtwo pleaded with her, "Tell me it's not true…"

The silence between them was deafening, as Naiya was obviously trying to come up with some way to do just that—to deny what Mewtwo saw.

But despite Mewtwo's pleas, they both knew it was futile. Mewtwo's veins turned to ice as he watched Naiya smile cruelly, "Would you believe me if I did?" she asked, her physical voice now grating on Mewtwo's ears. And that did it, the last string of hope, fighting to hold Mewtwo's heart together, finally snapped. Naiya flinched as though she felt the pain, Oh! That's annoying! Mewtwo heard in her thoughts. Naiya's psychic powers sparked for half a second and, as the pain left her eyes, Mewtwo felt like his had doubled.

"You're an empath…" Mewtwo suddenly realized, the horror in his mind growing as his legs gave out and he fell to his knees—a damn awkward position for him, but like he cared about that right now. It was so obvious now, she felt no love for him—she never did!—his feelings for her were so strong that he didn't even realize when she took some of that emotion from him and wore it like a mask!

Naiya looked on silently, her eyes narrowed in frustration. I lost focus, Mewtwo heard her scold herself, So close! I was so close! Nearly two years, wasted, with nothing to show for it!

Mewtwo felt anger flare up in him at her thoughts, overpowering everything else that he was feeling, "What are you talking about…?"He asked her. When she didn't answer, he tightened his psychic grip on her, "What was all this for!? To capture me, is that it? To lure me in, and force me to work for Team Plasma? For your master?"

Somehow the look in Naiya's eyes told him he was way off. But what else could it have been for?

Then it hit him like a bucket of ice to the back; all of her advances towards him, his feeling like they were moving too fast—a year and a half, was he crazy?! That may feel like plenty of time for a pokemon—hell, some pokemon don't even wait, some just take one look and let instinct take over—but Mewtwo always felt as though he would have dating standards that would be more on a human's ideal timeline. And yet, after just a few months between each step further in their relationship, he still pressed forward, blinded and manipulated by Naiya's empathic abilities. And now…'so close'…

"To breed me…?" Mewtwo seethed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Naiya was smart to be feeling fear then, she had obviously done this sort of thing before—Mewtwo didn't know how many times, and he didn't want to know—she had the experience, but she had never dealt with a pokemon as powerful as he. She would never have been able to overpower him and force herself on him. No, with him, it was going to take time, and after all that time, she still failed.

"M-Mewt—," Naiya began, but the look of fury he shot at her silenced her.

Tears began streaming down his face as he snarled at her; he's been betrayed before, sure, but the scientists, and Team Rocket—even Giovanni himself!—had never made Mewtwo feel so…so violated.

Mewtwo tightened his psychic grip on Naiya, focusing the power now around her neck. Her eyes widened in terror as her air was cut off. He should kill her—he knew he should!—for what she was capable of, for what she had been trying to do, it would be too dangerous to do otherwise. But he felt so torn, it may not have been real for her, and maybe not as real as it felt for him, but he couldn't bring himself to kill her. The Naiya that he loved was real; the Naiya that he loved was the one that the old man raised. And she remembered that side of herself too; well enough that she was able to put on such a convincing act to make Mewtwo think that was still who she was. And in doing this…she's betrayed him too!

Mewtwo slowly rose back on his feet as he released his hold on Naiya, and she fell to her hands and knees, gasping for air. Reaching a hand to her neck, Naiya looked up at Mewtwo in shock, surprised that he was sparing her life.

"If I ever see you again…if I ever find out that you and your master are still in pursuit of me…I will kill you," Naiya looked at him blankly, and then flinched as Mewtwo raised his voice, "YOU HEAR ME!?" She lowered her head and nodded meekly, knowing he would not spare her a second time.

There were no parting words for her as Mewtwo levitated into the air and flew from the clearing, heading directly to Lostlorn Forest. He couldn't take his rage out on Naiya, but he had to take it out on something. As the den came into view, Mewtwo summoned a Shadow Ball and hurled it at the place that became his and Naiya's home. The place had to be destroyed; it was far too tainted by a false love to be allowed to remain.

As Mewtwo set foot on the ground, he bagan thrashing his anger and his powers carelessly in every direction, yowling with every attack he summoned, it didn't matter, every inch of Lostlorn Forest held traces of him and Naiya that must be eliminated.

By the time Mewtwo was ready to flee Lostlorn forest, it was in shambles; the pokemon who also made the forest home had fled to safety. He didn't have enough energy left in him to teleport away. In fact, he had very little power left at all, he tried to fly as far as he could from the forest, which was not far at all, just on the outskirts, and he was exhausted. Mewtwo fell from the air and crashed to the ground hard, in a large field just outside of Lostlorn Forest. Mewtwo curled into a tight ball, covering his head with his arms and wrapping his tail around himself, blocking out as much sunlight as he could.

He lay like that, cursing himself and his idiocy. He let her get to him, he let her; she was in his head right from the start, slowly wrapping her fingers around his self-control and taking it! All while maintaining the illusion that he was still making his own decisions.

Mewtwo felt something in him change and he felt nauseous from it—as if he needed anything else to set him off—he balled up his fist and slammed it into the ground repeatedly as he screamed out his anguish; his throat hoarse and his physical voice high-pitched from the strain.

"Mewtwo!" For one awful second he thought Naiya had dared to follow him, but then he realized it was Mew's telepathic voice, "What's wrong? I can sense your distress."

"Mew—," Mewtwo started, his own telepathic voice sounded oddly as high-pitched as his physical voice, but he quickly wrote it off as his emotions affecting his telepathy, "Naiya…she's an empath…she betrayed me…"

"Naiya?" Mew responded in disbelief, Mewtwo wasn't making much sense to her, "No…she wouldn't—"

"SHE USED ME!" Mewtwo roared sitting up and launching a Psyco Cut attack at the trees, slicing them clean in half and watching as they crashed to the ground. Mewtwo grabbed his head in agony from his overused powers, and lied back down on the ground, "At least…she tried to…it was all a set up, right from the start…but she didn't succeed. She was so close though—too close."

"Oh no..." Mew said as she then realized what Mewtwo was talking about. Such methods were not unheard of, and Naiya, obviously with the use of her empathic powers, was able to pull the wool over even Mew's eyes, "Mewtwo…"

"Mew…" Mewtwo was very tempted to relapse, to go yowling back to New Island. He didn't want to give in to that though, not again, but he needed the help he didn't have last time to stop himself before things escalated, "Sister, help me…please."

"Alright Mewtwo, I'll teleport to you," Mew said, a more maternal instinct kicking in, "I just—I'm having a little trouble sensing your location. Can you tell me where you are?"

She can't sense my location? Something about that was very wrong. Mewtwo sat up and looked around.

"There might just be a Dark type pokemon near you." Mew continued, trying to be reassuring, but with that, both she and Mewtwo realized the danger he was still in. Mewtwo leapt to his feet and moved into a defensive stance, as Mew's voice became panicked, "Mewtwo tell me where you are! Now!"

"I'm—" Something cut across his left shoulder and Mewtwo fell forward, unable to stop himself, landing hard on his chest and jaw.

"Mewtwo!" Mew cried out, "What happened? Tell me where you are! Let me help!"

"Mew! I'm just north of Lostlorn Forest! Hurry!" Mewtwo quickly told her.

"Mewtwo, please answer me where are you?!"

She couldn't hear him! And her voice was growing quieter as the Darkness aura around him began to block out all his senses.

Mewtwo heard footsteps walk around him as Donovan and his trainer came into his field of vision.

"Well done Donovan," the woman said as she released a Reuniclus from a pokeball, "Go fetch Naiya," she ordered, the Reuniclus teleported to Naiya, returning a few seconds later with the Gardevoir. "Mission report?" The woman asked, and Naiya shook her head, as her trainer looked her up and down, "So he was gentleman enough to burn you up that much, only for neither of you to finish?"

Mewtwo hissed in fury at her mocking tone, but was ignored by all but Donovan, who only smirked in amusement at Mewtwo.

"Is that wine I smell on you?" the woman asked, and Naiya dipped her head in shame, "I'm not going to reprimand you for that, because we have him now. However I assume that's what led to you losing focus and him finding out the truth?" Naiya nodded her head. The woman looked at Mewtwo, grinning cruelly, "Well, I'll just take a sample and we can finish the job at the lab." She crouched down and pulled off her backpack.

Mewtwo's stomach twisted in terror and revulsion; they were going to take a semen sample! They would kill him after that no doubt, he'd be nothing but a liability to them alive, but he'd be leaving one of his own children at the mercy of Team Plasma!

Naiya stepped forward, her eyes glowing in a Hypnosis attack, and he was too weak to fight it. In his mind though, putting him to sleep was a mercy, Mewtwo did not want to be there when they did this to him.

Just before he fell asleep, Mewtwo heard Donovan's voice.

"I told you you'd regret it."