Chapter Thirteen: Tim
Tim woke up feeling warm, cozy, snuggled, and the only sounds around him were the muffled noises of the city. No alarm or Pikachu to force him out of bed too early. Just a natural rise from fulfilled slumber…
Wait.
That wasn't how it was supposed to happen. Almost every morning, either Tim's alarm got him up or Pikachu came in. Then Tim ate breakfast with his Dad, and then they headed off to whatever detective work Harry decided to do that day. It wasn't Harry's day off. So why hadn't Tim been woken?
Tim pushed himself up and looked around his room, brightly lit with the full light of the day. That made it worse; when Tim woke up, normally it was the gentler beams of the morning sun. But now, the light was golden and full-force.
Then he noticed Mewtwo. Mewtwo, oddly, had perched himself on the highest point of the beanbag Tim had provided, lounging across it in a very feline-like way, like a Luxray or Liepard, even having moved it to the side a little to catch the direct sunlight. The legendary Pokémon was half-propped up on his arms, tilting his down to read a book he had apparently swiped from Tim's bookcase; a biography of Champion Cynthia from the Sinnoh Region.
Tim rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yep, he hadn't imagined it. Mewtwo had willingly laid down on the beanbag. Perhaps Tim's conversation with him late last night had finally made Mewtwo comfortable. But Tim decided then that he would never tell the legendary Pokémon that beanbags were meant for small human children.
"Hey," Tim called, voice croaking from sleep. He was a little surprised that Mewtwo was here. He had fully expected him to leave before dawn.
Mewtwo looked up and shut the book, twitching his tail. He tilted his head in acknowledgement.
"Good morning." Tim pushed down the warm covers and began to get up. "I'm surprised you're still here. Aren't you worried about being found by my Dad?"
Your father is not here. He has already left.
Tim froze. "What?"
Not nearly as shaken as Tim was, Mewtwo nodded. I sensed him wake up and leave early this morning. He never came to this room.
Tim stared at Mewtwo, blinking confusedly, before he pushed himself up and hurried out of the room. His sleepy mind had thought that Harry just might have slept in. But he left Tim behind?
The kitchen was empty, and a used empty cereal bowl and mug were in the sink. Harry's jacket that usually hung by the door was gone, and there was no sign of Pikachu. A note was left on the counter.
Tim quickly swiped it up and skimmed through it;
Heya Kid.
Thought that after last night, you could use some extra hours of sleep. But Pikachu and I had to go in early to the precinct for work. Lecturing tourist trainers isn't much fun anyway, I didn't think you would want to come.
Tim swallowed, feeling guilty. Because of him, his Dad had stayed up late last night even though he had to get up early this morning. Tim might make his coffee addictionworse.
Relax for today, have some fun. Try not to burn the place down. Maybe check out some more of the city, huh?
Tim blinked and reread that sentence. His Dad had told him to look into R on his own, and now was encouraging him to look more into Ryme City? Did he suspect what Tim had really done last night? Harry wasa detective, but how much did Tim's father know?
He read on, looking for clues. I left you the car if you decide you want to; I'll catch the bus both to and from work. That's a lot easier than trying to find a parking spot. I'll be back tonight; I should be in time for dinner. Although you might have to cook…
Stay safe, sport,
—Harry.
Tim wasn't sure how he felt about being left behind like this. Part of him hated that his Dad had left without him, but he also felt like Harry was trusting him to keep investigating R. It wasn't explicitly said, but the suggestion was woven through. Or was Tim just seeing things?
I am assuming your father left you alone for the day? Mewtwo inquired, striding into the room. Despite Mewtwo's bulky legs that even bent backwards, he moved quite easily on his feet. That would make it easier for you to continue our search for my cells.
"Yeah, Dad's gone," Tim said absently, skimming through the letter again, still wondering if he should be offended that his Dad left him, or flattered that his Dad trusted him on his own. Finally he set the letter down; whether his Dad wanted him to or not, Tim was going to help Mewtwo and find the R.
He looked up at Mewtwo, who had gravitated over to Harry's messy desk. Papers, folders, old mugs, and other clutter covered it until not one square inch of wood was visible. Some of the folders had relevant cases, like "Ditto Assistant—How?"and "Who controls Clifford Enterprises—Howard or Roger?"Others were completely out of the water, like "Nurse Joys—THEY'RE CLONES!"and "What Does Cubone REALLY look like?" Mewtwo leaned over to look at them, interested. It was strange, Tim thought, to see this dangerous, elusive Pokémon standing in his apartment as if it were completely normal. It was almost like someone had cut out an image from one picture and taped it to a more realistic one. Rather like some of Harry's 'cases.'
"Want breakfast?" Tim asked. He turned to the cupboards and shuffled through their food. What did Mewtwo, cloned legendary Pokémon, eat? "We had Pokéfood for Pikachu that you could have. And bread with some jam or butter if you like toast, or cereal, or berries…anything sounding good?"
He looked back at Mewtwo, whose eyes were narrowed skeptically. Tim wasn't sure Mewtwo would eat. For all he knew, legendary Pokémon didn't need to. But it would be rude not to offer.
After some thought, Mewtwo flicked his tail and relaxed a smidge. Some berries would be fine, thank you.
Tim nodded and took out two bowls. In one he poured cereal for himself, and in the other he put in an assortment of berries for Mewtwo. He put in a little of every kind of berry they had; if Mewtwo didn't like one kind, he could just pick them out.
Mewtwo slid into a seat at the table. As Tim worked, he commented, "You seem more comfortable this morning." Last night, Mewtwo had looked like he would bolt at any moment.
Mewtwo gave a telepathic hum of thought. Forgive my paranoia. He hesitated, then admitted, It is the humans I am uncomfortable with, not the environment.
"Your 'paranoia' is well-justified," Tim said with a firm nod, putting the cereal away. Even without Mewtwo's hints of being hunted and betrayed in the past, Howard Clifford had hurt him enough to make anyone mistrustful. Tim guessed that since Mewtwo had made it through the night, sleeping and vulnerable, yet woken up fine, it was solidified in the clone's brain that he wasn't going to be hurt.
Tim turned and approached the table with breakfast. After he put down the bowls, and then got water for them both, they began to eat in silence. With a little grin, Tim wondered if he should offer Mewtwo coffee. But Harry would instantly notice any change in their supply of it.
"What do you mean by the 'environment'?" Tim asked after he'd cleared that thought process from his mind. "You're okay with being in the city, you just don't like the humans? Have you lived in houses or cities before?"
Mewtwo seemed to mull the question over for a moment. I suppose that the few places on this earth I ever called home have all had the modern luxuries of humans.
Tim perked up at that. "Really? What kind of places have you called home?"
Mewtwo rolled aside a spiky green Durin Berry in his bowl to reach a bright pink Colbur Berry. There was a secluded island on a lake, atop a plateau I once lived on. I built rooms into the caverns, and installed a television system to help me watch the areas outside. The plateau's treacherous conditions made it very difficult for humans to reach. Tim smiled to himself, trying to paint the picture in his mind. Yes, he could easily see Mewtwo being drawn to such a place. I also once built my own home, on an island in the sea. I had my own laboratory there.
"A laboratory?" Tim repeated, impressed. It seemed crazy to him that a single Pokémon could build such things, but he supposed with Mewtwo's powers, all he had to do was wave a hand, assembling it just as he had with the car. This must have been what Mewtwo meant when he said he was experienced in architecture. "What did you study there?"
The weather.Mewtwo's voice was suddenly cold, and clearly left no room for further questioning on the matter. Tim took the hint.
"I've mostly spent my life in a little town pretty far from here," Tim said, smoothly moving the conversation back. "The city's a big change."
Yet you enjoy it? Mewtwo asked with some curiosity.
Tim nodded. "Definitely." He grinned. "When I came, the only thing I wanted to do was handle the situation with my Dad and then go home. But now, I'm just…happier."
Mewtwo met his eyes, seemingly searching for something within them. His voice became soft. Sometimes it is the changes we run from that we find are truly the best for us. He seemed to have a wealth of experience in his words, and Tim debated asking for more details about it. He decided not to.
"So," Tim said, once he was halfway done with his cereal, "I was thinking of places where Dr. Drew might take R. The best I've come up with is where we found the R in the first place."
Mewtwo tilted his head. Before or after Howard Clifford was imprisoned?
"Both," Tim answered reasonably. Well, he had first found R here in his Dad's apartment, but he was certain Harry had also found in the next place Tim had seen it. "The underground Pokémon battle stadium."
Mewtwo sniffed disapprovingly. You humans love your Pokémon battles.
"Pokémon do, too," Tim pointed out before moving on. "Howard Clifford first used the place to test R, and then once the trainers there got fond of the stuff, Dr. Drew seems to have sold it to them." Tim didn't have much solid proof for that, but it was an easy connection. "So they might know where else Dr. Drew might have gone."
Mewtwo did not look convinced. That is how you expect to locate our prey?
"This'll work," Tim insisted eagerly. "I'm sure of it." He could feel it in his jellies.
Mewtwo eyed him for another minute, before giving a mental sigh and taking another bite of his berry. Very well.
Tim beamed at him.
Mewtwo lazily waved one of his fingers and a handful of his berries levitated into the air, before parading their way into his palm. This underground establishment must have an aptitude for hiding from the law enforcement. How do you intend to find them?
Tim opened his mouth…and then closed it. That was a very good point. The first time Tim had found them was because of Mr. Mime. The second time was with Harry. But with all the disasters they'd been going through, like when the Charizard had torn apart one arena and then Harry had shown up investigating not much later, the battlers would likely be airing on the side of caution. In fact, it was the middle of the day. They probably wouldn't even be active until nightfall.
No, thought Tim firmly. Sebastian said that with all the trainers in town, they were especially active. Surely they're battling even right this second.
At Tim's lack of response, Mewtwo huffed. Offended, Tim put his hands on his hips. "Hey, we'll figure it out. I don't see yousuggesting any ideas."
Mewtwo's eyes became slits and brightened unnaturally.
Okay, Tim, perhaps that wasn't the smartest thing to say. His throat became very dry and he tried to hide his instinctive swallow.
Mewtwo stared him down for a smallest of eternities, and then relaxed, his anger vanishing like a summer storm. Very well. Ishall locate your suspects.
Tim blinked. "Just like that? How?"
Mewtwo picked up an Oran Berry and nibbled on it. Unlike Harry, Mewtwo's telepathic voice couldn't be muffled by a mouthful of food. Though the city is full of activity, a stadium would be a collection of excitement concentrated in one precise location. I can sense such things with my psychic abilities. I am sure it would not take me too long to find.
Tim set down his spoon. "Why didn't you mention you could do that before?"
Mewtwo was completely uninterested in Tim's ire at him. I assumed it was obvious. Either way, now you know.
"Any other incredible things you can do that I should know about?" Tim grumbled spitefully.
At this, Mewtwo looked up, a small spark of mischief in his eyes. Everything I do is incredible.
OOO
Tim crept into the car lot, turning his head side to side to look for other people. It looked abandoned, but there could easily be someone in one of the cars or just around the corner. It was a pretty great place to hide.
He and Mewtwo had agreed to meet down here. As it was daylight and most people were up, it was best that Mewtwo didn't go out in the open. So, in order to search for the illegal stadium, Tim and Mewtwo would drive around the city until Mewtwo 'sensed' something, and then they would check it out. Tim just had to get Mewtwo to the car without anyone seeing him…
Tim checked around the walls, looking for security cameras, but saw none. There didn't seem to be any people or Pokémon in the lot.
Clearing his throat, Tim called out his impression of a Fletchling. When he was little, still wanting to be a Pokémon Master, he had learned to imitate all kinds of Pokémon calls in hopes of attracting them to catch them someday. Both his Mom and Dad had joined him outside, practicing their nonsense calls they heard from wild Pokémon and watching them react.
Tim paused, but heard nothing. Mewtwo was supposed to come when he gave the signal. He started to call again—
I'm right here,Mewtwo said from behind him.
Tim jumped and whirled around to see Mewtwo leaning against the car, his arms crossed. The Pokémon had one eyebrow lifted and Tim felt his cheeks redden.
"How long have you been there?" Tim demanded.
Since you walked in,Mewtwo answered simply.
How had Tim not seen the legendary when he was looking around for humans and other Pokémon? The edge of Mewtwo's mouth quirked up in a sly smile, perhaps guessing—or even directly reading—that thought. I thought you said I lacked subtly. Or were your observations incorrect?
Tim was getting rather tired of Mewtwo's gloating. "You were supposed to come in when I gave you the signal that it was safe!" Tim argued. "So that you would know nobody else was here."
Mewtwo inclined his head. I could already sense as much on my own.
Tim glowered at Mewtwo in frustration. "Why didn't you say so when I told you 'Come out when I give the signal' back at the apartment?"
You didn't tell me what the signal was, so I just came in when you did.
Tim lifted a hand to his eyes. Was Mewtwo being serious right now? Part of him thought that the Pokémon had kept his silence to tease him. He looked back up and sure enough, Mewtwo had that amused spark in his eyes. "Whatever," Tim mumbled, heading over to the driver's seat of the car. It was best they get inside; someone could still walk in at any moment.
Mewtwo flicked a hand and the car unlocked itself without needing Tim's keys, and then the back door opened by itself and Mewtwo slid in. Tim stomped over to the driver's seat. He looked at the rearview mirror at Mewtwo, who was curled up like a Persian on the seat. Even with him low in the back though, Tim still wasn't sure this would hide him.
"Put that blanket over yourself," Tim said, pointing to the bundle on the car's floor. Harry liked to have the Pumpkaboo-patterned blanket on hand for Pikachu, to be sure his partner was comfortable. It would work fine. "If someone does happen to look inside, let's not make it any easier for them to see you."
Very well, Mewtwo agreed, untangling the fabric and throwing it over himself.
"All right," Tim turned the key and then looked back at Mewtwo. "Any idea where we should start?"
Mewtwo closed his eyes and bowed his head, completely still as if listening for something. Then he lifted an arm and pointed. That way.
OOO
About an hour and a half later, Mewtwo finally said they were close. It was a little harder than Tim expected to find what Mewtwo was sensing. Not only did Mewtwo occasionally lose track of the psychic-energy-that-is-probably-the-stadium in the 'current of the city's aura,' but even when Mewtwo didfind it, Tim had trouble navigating the city. Mewtwo could only point in the right direction, not provide any kind of map, so that part was up to Tim. The city streets were mazes rather than grids and there were waytoo many stoplights. He may be growing fond of city life, but city roads were another matter. It was annoying how many people just strutted out onto the roads, trusting the cars to stop in time. Mewtwo didn't like all the sudden breaks, and didn't seem concerned if Tim ran someone over. Not to mention they also ran into a roadblock due to a sleeping Snorlax and had to take a detour. And only fifteen minutes in, Tim had to patiently explain to Mewtwo why he couldn't just drive the car through a city park ("I know there's space to drive there, but cars have to stay on the roads, that's the law").
Things went faster when they got to the less populated parts of town. There weren't nearly as many people around, allowing Tim to drive easier and Mewtwo to keep track of the source without as much distraction. But with less people, Tim wondered how enough trainers to support a stadium could get here.
He got his answer when they reached a restaurant, crowded with parked cars for blocks and a line of people waiting to get in. A sign on the building said Krookodile's, with a picture of the hungry Pokémon grinning down at them. It was fairly obvious from the trainers lined up outside that the place was allowing battles. Tim was a little surprised that the police department wasn't around, but they were probably more concerned about more public disturbances of Ryme City law at this point.
"Is this it, Mewtwo?" Tim asked over his shoulder.
Mewtwo leaned forward to look, blanket still over his head. Yes. Its energy is nearly identical to the stadium we found a few days ago.
Tim nodded and looked for a way in. There were two hefty, muscular trainers standing guard by the doors, a Krookodile at their side, inspecting the people in line before letting them pass. "How are we going to get past them…" Tim wondered aloud.
I can hypnotize them into letting you pass.
It took Tim a moment to understand what Mewtwo had just said. Then he slowly turned around to stare at Mewtwo, who was still sizing up the building. "You can what?"
Mewtwo flicked his tail carelessly. I can erase the memories of others, or put new ones in their minds, if I so chose.
That gave Tim onlymorequestions instead of less. "What?Since when?"
Mewtwo's eyes lowered from the restaurant, and his hand gripped the car seat more tightly. I do not do it often,he admitted reluctantly. Especially adding new memories—the only time I ever did that was with a nurse several years ago, so I could learn more about Pokémon physiology.
Tim wasn't reassured. This was next-level manipulation, a power that was too dangerous, even compared to Mewtwo's incredible strength. "And wiping memories?"
At this, Mewtwo was silent for a moment. Whenever someone sees me, I tend to wipe their memory if I can.Mewtwo seemed to catch on that this was making Tim extremely agitated, so he added, Both tasks require a great deal of focus and energy. It is not something I can do easily.
Tim still didn't feel much better, but now wasn't the time. People were starting to get curious of the car just sitting in the middle of the street. And with Mewtwo inside, the last thing Tim wanted was for someone to look too closely. "We are definitely talking about this later," he hissed, fully planning to grill Mewtwo on this one.
Tim managed to find an alley about three or four blocks away, tight and dark and with no one else in sight. He pulled in, double-checked nobody else was there, and opened the door for Mewtwo.
"So what is our plan?" Tim asked as Mewtwo stepped out, shaking off the blanket. "You hypnotize the guards so I can get in, then will you wait outside? Maybe you should head back to the car once they let me in."
Mewtwo shot Tim a glare. I am not leaving this all to you, human. I will slip inside through one of the windows.
Tim wisely decided not to point out that Mewtwo wasn't stealthy. He tried something else. "Is that wise? There's little you can do with so many people around. I don't think it's necessary."
After what happened last time at the laboratory?Mewtwo lifted his chin to Tim in an accusatory way.
"That wasn't my fault!" Tim defended. "Dr. Drew was already leaving when I found out he was the one with the cells."
And if you had not been caught, Mewtwo argued in a reasonable tone, He would not have known we were onto him.
Tim glowered, still blaming Dr. Richard for that one. He knew Mewtwo wasn't going to budge on this. Even if worse came to worse, though, Tim didn't think that even all those trainers combined would be able to defeat Mewtwo. "Fine, whatever. Just don't get caught either."
Mewtwo did not even bother to respond to that, so Tim moved on. "So how does your hypnotism thing work?"
I will handle it,Mewtwo said. Just walk up to the security, and I will make them let you pass. Act like it is completely normal, and no one will know the difference.
Tim bit his lip but nodded, trusting Mewtwo to handle this. Hopefully the legendary Pokémon knew what he was doing, even if this was a difficult technique for him and one he rarely used. And it would have to be done in front of a whole crowd of people, without them noticing.
Tim shook his head; he should really stop overthinking it and just doit.
Mewtwo gave him a nod. Be careful, human. Then Mewtwo shot up into the air and over the rooftops like a Talonflame taking flight. Tim looked up, trying to watch him, but all he saw was the tip of Mewtwo's tail disappear over the edge.
Act like it is completely normal. Do I even know what normal is anymore? His Dad had been turned into a Pikachu. He was suddenly a detective-in-training in Ryme City, investigating a chemical that made Pokémon go on a rampage. The most powerful Pokémon in the world had just slept over at his apartment.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Tim turned around and began walking towards the restaurant. Nobody he walked past gave him a second glance. He occasionally looked up towards the rooftops, but saw no sign of Mewtwo. Perhaps the legendary Pokémon was adept at hiding after all.
When Tim reached the building, he kept his head down but tried to observe as much as he could from the trainers waiting outside in the line. A few of them obeyed Ryme City's no-Pokéballs rule, their Pokémon standing by their sides, but others didn't seem to be. He saw bulges in their bags and backpacks that were certainly Pokéballs. It was also easy to tell that they were from other regions from their outfits, with different insignias and even gym badges displayed on their clothing.
While most seemed to be talking amongst themselves, a few of these trainers gave Tim odd looks as he walked past, wondering if he was cutting them in line or simply just curious about him. Despite the fact that they were all lined up for an illegal stadium, all of them looked quite friendly. While waiting, they shared stories from home with each other, showed off their badges, introduced their Pokémon to each other… They smiled, laughed, and listened to one another.
That's what being a trainer is all about, Tim thought silently. It's about adventuring, meeting new people and encountering new things. Making friends, with both people and Pokémon. And one of the best ways to do that is through a Pokémon battle.
These trainers aren't here because they're rebellious teenagers; they just don't understand Ryme City's rules. So many trainers have been attracted to one city at one time that they haveto battle and bond. It's a wasted opportunity otherwise. And if they want to become Pokémon Masters, as I'm sure most of them do…then they're willing to face any challenge.
I suppose that's what I gave up on when I decided I wasn't going to try to be a Pokémon Master anymore.
Again, Tim flashed back to his dream a few nights ago, in the huge stadium with his own Pokémon. He really did feel like being a detective was his calling, but being a Pokémon trainer had this whimsical allure that could tempt anyone. He passed a trainer girl who had a Togetic perched on her arm, as she reached out with her other hand and affectionately scratched it under its chin. Or perhaps it wasn't just fantastic journey that was so appealing, but having the right Pokémon partner…
Tim had gotten so distracted by all the trainers that he almost ran right into the security guards.
"Hold it, kiddo," one said, stopping him with a hand on his shoulder. The Krookodile leaned forward and sniffed Tim skeptically. "If you're a new trainer trying to get in, you'll have to get in the back of the line like everyone—"
Suddenly the man cut off, and his eyes went cloudy. Tim was right in front of him, and if he hadn't been, then he wouldn't have noticed how the trainer's irises turned dark green. The hand on Tim's shoulder slackened. The other man behind him got a blank expression. Tim swallowed, hoping this wasn't as noticeable to the other trainers as it was to him.
"Oh. You," the trainer said in a slightly more monotone voice. "I recognize you. Proceed." Though he spoke in his own voice, Tim instantly recognized the mannerisms and voice tone as Mewtwo's. The trainer straightened into perfect posture and a detached demeaner. It was freakyto see.
With that, he dropped his hand and stood to the side so Tim could pass. Tim heard the trainers behind him grumble, annoyed, but they weren't suspicious. He took a step to the door—
The Krookodile poked its snout in front of him. Tim hastily backed up, eyes falling on the Pokémon's sharp teeth that jutted out of its mouth. Its eyes were beady black, and didn't contain a hint of green. They were alight with intelligence and suspicion.
Dang it, Mewtwo, what are you doing? Tim thought angrily.
Be patient, human, hypnotism is hard enough without the subject being a dark-type.
Tim jumped, luckily right as the Krookodile snorted, so it didn't seem too odd. He glanced back at the other trainers, who were watching with some skepticism, a few with concern, but none of them seemed alarmed as if they'd just heard a deep, foreboding voice in their heads. And Tim hadn't said anything—how did Mewtwo even know what to respond to?
Can you hear me? Tim wondered. Can you speak to me without anyone else hearing you?
I have known you long enough that I can recognize your mind against others, and thus more easily isolate it for telepathy, both in reading your thoughts as well as expressing mine, came Mewtwo's response, proving it was true.Now be calm; the more afraid you are, the more alert the Krookodile will be, and thus harder to manipulate.
Tim took a deep breath through his nose and looked directly into the eyes of the Krookodile. The two men behind him were still staring off into space dreamily, completely unconcerned. He forced his hands in his pockets to unclench, and tried to appear as relaxed as possible.
The Krookodile sniffed him, flexing its long claws, sizing him up. Tim stood there, facing off with it, for what felt like a small eternity. Then, finally, a few puffs of green clouds fell over the Krookodile's eyes.
There we are.
The tension deflated from the Krookodile's body and it stepped aside, letting him pass. Without trying to look like he was rushing, Tim hurried inside in case Mewtwo lost control. The moment he was out of sight of from the guards, Tim heaved a great sigh, feeling like a Wailord had just been lifted off his shoulders. But his relief was short-lived, as two more people in leather jackets came right up to him on the other side of the door. He froze, but they seemed completely unconcerned about his tension.
They were both a lot less big and threatening than the two men outside. One of them, a woman sharply dressed in a black leather jacket, jeans, and pink loopy earrings that uneasily reminded Tim of Ms. Norman, lifted up a metal detector stick and hastily waved it around his body. Tim instinctively lifted his arms so she could scan him. It beeped in alarm around his hip, making Tim jump.
"Empty your pockets, please," the woman said, her voice dry and bored. She had gum in her mouth. Tim did so, taking out his car keys and Pokedex-phone. The woman glanced them over, scanned again, and when the stick made no more noise she stepped back. She looked completely uninterested. "You may take your Pokédex in with you, but you may not use it. If you do so, we will ask you to leave the premise. Go on."
Tim nodded gratefully and fumbled to stuff his keys and Pokédex back in his pockets. It made sense that they let guests keep them; it would be a hassle to return them, so as long as no one took them out, no evidence could be recorded.
Tim realized right as he stepped through the next set of doors that he hadn't really wondered what would happen when actually got intothe illegal stadium. He was about to get his answer.
It was packed.Even more packed than the stadium a few days ago. The building also was clearly not meant to be an arena; the restaurant wasn't equipped to handle Pokémon battles. It was a large space, but the actual arena was just a cleared-out spot in the center of the room, only marked by yellow tape on the floor that several shoes passed over. There was no gate or fence to block the arena from the crowd, which seemed dangerous to Tim. Trainers were all cheering and pushing each other to get a better look at the battling Pokémon; a Leafeon against a Hypno. As Tim watched the Hypno tried to strike at the Leafeon, but the grass-type Pokémon leapt over the Hypno's shoulder to avoid. It was an interesting match, as Leafeon was a far more lithe and quick Pokémon, but Hypno's special attacks gave it great range.
Tim shook his head; Pokémon battles weren't what he was here for. He needed to find trainers who he knew had something to do with R, like Sebastian or one of his friends. With a grimace, Tim pushed his way into the crowd.
After shoving, pushing, avoiding getting stepped on, and also getting stepped on, Tim finally managed to catch sight of the DJ. It was the same one with the two Aipom, the one who Sebastian had handed off R to in order to hide it. He hadn't noticed Tim yet, he was too engrossed in narrating the battle and surrounded by Loudred. In the chaos of the crowd, Tim could easily sneak up on him, if he timed it right.
Tim frustratedly made his way through the crowd again. Annoyingly, he thought of Mewtwo getting to avoid all this. Mewtwo had said he would sneak in through a window; he was probably up in the rafters or hiding in the shadows of the ceiling, completely avoiding this mess.
Finally Tim managed to get behind the DJ's station. It was even noisier here, with the Loudred blaring out top-volume. The announcer was only a few feet away, but Tim couldn't confront him in the middle of a battle, when everyone in the room could hear every word he said. So he waited.
"OHHHHH, AND LEAFEON MANAGES TO ESCAPE HYPNO'S PSYCHIC WITH MAGICAL LEAF! SHE'S COMING AT HIM, HE TRIES TO PUSH HER BACK WITH PSYBEAM BUT SHE DODGES AND COMES AT HIM WITH BITE! WOW, THAT WAS SUPER-EFFECTIVE! CAN HYPNO TAKE THE HIT?" Tim watched the Hypno stagger, sway, and finally collapse. The crowd erupted into cries of excitement. "AAAAAAAAND LEAFEON WINS THE MATCH!"
A trainer, a teenager who look like he was from Sinnoh, ran into the arena and scooped the Leafeon up pridefully before snuggly her close. The Pokémon wrapped her leaf-tail around him in appreciation. Another trainer stepped forward and stroked Hypno sympathetically before returning it to its Pokéball.
The DJ set down the microphone so he could fiddle with controls, and Tim took that opportunity to step forward to grab his shoulder. Not tense or jumpy at all, the DJ looked behind at him, squinted his eyes to peer through the crazed disco lighting, and then his gaze widened with recognition. With Mewtwo watching over the building, there was no way this thug would escape. It would be best if he came without fuss, though.
"We need to chat," Tim said to him, hoping his voice carried through the noise of the room.
The DJ gave him an appraising look, before leaning over and saying something to the other announcer next to him. He slid over the microphone and started to get up. The other announcer's voice boomed through the Loudred. "AAAAAAND NEXT UP, WE HAVE A BLOOD FUED OF GENERATIONS, SEVIPER VS. ZANGOOSE!"
The DJ made a gesture with his hand for Tim to follow, and then wove his way through the crowd. Unsure, Tim trailed behind. These people weren't bad,although they acted and some even looked the part. They wouldn't hurt him, but he was still uneasy and wondered if he was walking into a trap. It helped to think that Mewtwo was here…somewhere.
The DJ led Tim to a sort of bar location in the back of the restaurant; still in the same room as the other trainers and the arena, but out of the direct source of the noise so that they could hear each other. An intimidating Chesnaught was standing behind the bar, while the two Aipom from before swung on the shelves. When the Chesnaught saw the DJ getting close, it shooed away two trainers from their seats, making room for him and Tim. They sat down together, and the Chesnaught prepared them drinks. Despite its clumsy arms and only three fingers, the Pokémon managed to pour their glasses flawlessly and set the two in front of them. The DJ took a swig of his, while Tim ignored his own. It probably wasn't Moomoo Milk.
"You're Harry's kid, right?" the DJ asked. "New in town?"
"I am," Tim said, surprised the guy knew him. Tim had certainly never met him before. "You know me?"
"Sebastian's been ranting about you for weeks," the DJ said, leaning an arm against the bar. "Almost as much as he rants about your father. 'That kid is a punk!' and 'That Pikachu's gonna get CRUSHED next time!' and the like."
"Oh." This guy didn't seem too disturbed that his friend's hated rival's son was currently sitting next to him. "So you know my Dad too?"
"Sure do," the DJ took another drink. "Not as well as Sebastian does, though—never been able to battle him. My name's Diplo, by the way."
"Diplo?" Tim repeated doubtfully.
Diplo shrugged. "What can I say? It's a DJ name. And yours is…?"
"Tim."
Tim was still trying to wrap his head around how unexpectedly friendly this DJ was being and how to respond it.
"So, are you here because you're a battler and a rebel like your dad, or are you looking for information?" Diplo asked.
Tim debated arguing that his Dad was always looking for information when he came to these illegal stadiums, not to break Ryme City law and get into prohibited battles. But then he realized that it was probably both.
"Information," Tim said, bringing his mind back to what he came here for. "I need to know everything you can tell me about that R chemical you had."
Diplo scoffed. "'Course you do. I should've seen that coming." He tapped his fingers against his glass. His eyes slid to Tim's. "You know that's Berry Juice, right?"
"It is?" Tim said, surprised. He lifted the drink to his nose, and smelled the sharp scent of the common, innocent drink. Not convinced, he took a sip. Sure enough, that's what it was. "Oh." The two Aipom on the shelves chittered in amusement.
Diplo grinned. "We're trainers, not delinquents."
"Nah, just because you're breaking the law doesn't mean you're criminals," Tim said dryly. Diplo shrugged, and Tim leaned forward. "So. R. What do you know?"
"Hmmmmm," Diplo hummed nonchalantly. Tim was beginning to get frustrated before Diplo suddenly began listing off information uninterestedly. "Sebastian's fascinated by the stuff. It's helped him do some awesome and impressive battles. I never liked it all that much, I prefer it when I can actually controlmy Pokémon. When they're actually my partner instead of going wild."
"Where did you get it?" Tim asked urgently. "You still had some after Howard Clifford stopped giving it to you. When Ms. Norman stopped coming, where did you find more? Did you have some left over?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Diplo tutted, shaking his head. "Your pops hasn't shown you allthe ropes yet, apparently." He waggled a finger in front of Tim's face. "You want more information? You're going to have to earn it. In a Pokémon battle. With me."
Tim blinked and bit down his instinct to say, 'I don't have a Pokémon.'If he said that, Diplo would instantly become indifferent to him. "Why do you want to battle me?" Tim asked instead. Surely there had to be over a hundred trainers here, itching for a battle.
Diplo shrugged. "Your dad is the champion of the ring. Sebastian is right behind him." He jerked his head at the Chesnaught, who was watching them closely. "That's mine; Chesnaught's a grass-fighting-type, and he'd be just as strong as that Charizard if it weren't for that type advantage. If I beat the Pokémon that beat Charizard, I'll prove it." He leaned forward. "You got that Pikachu?"
"No," Tim admitted. It could take hours for Tim to track down Pikachu, convince his Dad to let Tim borrow him, and then get back here for a battle. And even if he did, it would be practically admitting to his Dad that he had gone to the illegal arena on his own. While his Dad already knew something was up, Tim didn't want to outright tellhim.
"Dang," Diplo sighed. "Well, not too bad. If I beat you, your pops is sure to get interested enough to have a battle with me. So, it's the next best thing." Diplo finished off his Berry Juice. "What'll it be?"
This was apparently how they did things here; Tim would get his information, and Diplo would satisfy his want to battle and get the possibility to battle his Dad in the future. But there was still the issue that Tim didn't have a Pokémon, and he would certainly get a strange look if he admitted that, along with the constant response of 'Why not?' And worst of all, it meant Diplo would refuse to give him the information.
"Why don't I just tell my Dad to battle you, and then we call it square? Would you give me the information for that?" Tim tried.
Diplo shoved his shoulder. "Come on, that's no fun. What Pokémon do you have?"
Tim hesitated. Well, technically, he did have one…
Mewtwo? Tim thought as hard as he could. He wasn't sure how this bond between them worked. Did Mewtwo have to sense him, or could Tim reach out on his own? Can you hear me?
I hear you, human. I see you have found a human who seems to know something about my cells. What is happening?
Tim swallowed. This wasn't going to go over well. He says he'll talk if we beat him in a Pokémon battle, Tim thought uneasily.
Mewtwo was silent for a beat. 'We'? Yep, there was the deep, scary tone.
Please? Tim pleaded. He's not a bad guy; this is just how they do things. You can obviously beat him, and then he'll give us the information willingly. It's just one human who will see you.
Tim could feelthe irritation coming off Mewtwo in waves. But then they calmed a bit; he still wasn't happy, but he was open to this idea. I will not battle in this ridiculous public arena, Mewtwo said haughtily.
Tim turned his attention back to Diplo. "I have a Pokémon," Tim admitted, "But he's not really a performer." Tim nodded his head towards the arena, with Seviper and Zangoose still duking it out. "Could we battle away from the crowd?"
Diplo smiled. "Doesn't make any difference to me." He nodded his head towards a back door. "This building has a few other rooms—reservable private dining areas or something like that. Will they do?"
"Awesome, that's great." Especially the 'private' part. Hear that, Mewtwo?
Perfectly, human. I will follow you.
"Lead the way," Tim waved towards Diplo.
Diplo grinned again and pushed himself up. He tapped his fingers on the bar, and the Chesnaught turned around and lumbered its way out from behind it. The Aipom watched them, but stayed where they were on the counter.
Tim followed Diplo to the back door, leaving the raving crowd behind and saving his eardrums. The Chesnaught let him pass first and then took up the rear. If it wasn't for Diplo's aloof attitude, Tim might have been nervous with such a big Pokémon blocking his way out.
"So, what kind of Pokémon do you have?" Diplo asked over his shoulder.
"Err…" Tim shuffled nervously.
Diplo yammered on, not noticing Tim's awkwardness. "I'm really passionate about Pokémon—always loved 'em, you know? I was one of those kids who caught bug-types at the creak in my neighborhood. They're such amazing creatures." He glanced back. "Since you don't want to show this Pokémon of yours off, is it, like, a rare one?"
"You could say that," Tim said casually.
After a few turns, the three of them reached a decently sized room. Though not nearly as large as the dining area outside, it was still big enough for a Pokémon battle. And, judging from the solid floors and walls, the designer had considered that when making it. A long table was leaned up against the wall, along with a few chairs that were stacked up. There were no windows, the only ways out being the one door and possibly the air vent. Chesnaught squeezed through the door with some difficulty.
"Here's the spot," Diplo said, crossing his arms. "The owners of this restaurant like battles, too, so they agreed to let us use it on their off day." Diplo put his hands on his hips and smiled. "So, can you find your way back here after you get your Pokémon?"
"Oh, don't worry, he'll be here," Tim assured him. He crossed his arms, waiting.
Diplo tilted his head in confusion. "What?"
Just then, the lights in the room went out and for a split second they were consumed in darkness. But then they flickered back on just as suddenly, and Mewtwo stood among them.
Tim had no ideahow Mewtwo had done that. Obviously Mewtwo could turn off the lights with his psychic powers, but how had he come in? There was an air shaft on the ceiling; could Mewtwo fit through that? Or had he come through the door, even though Tim hadn't heard it open or close? He didn't think Mewtwo could use Teleport, he hadn't seen the Pokémon use it yet. Whatever the way, he couldn't help but be impressed.
Both Diplo and his Chesnaught leapt in surprise, jumping back from Mewtwo like he was a cursed ghost-type Pokémon.
"OH MY ARCEUSIT'S FREAKING MEWTWO!" Diplo shouted, staring at the placid Pokémon in utter amazement.
Tim lifted a hand to his mouth, sheepishly trying to hide his smile. "Yeah, I know."
Diplo swung his head at Tim. "THAT IS MEWTWO." He didn't seem to think Tim understood this very important fact.
"Yep."
"MEWTWO."
Indeed, human, Mewtwo commented with an air of impatience. I believe you offered information of value to me if you are defeated in a battle.
Diplo blinked. Then he slowly turned his head to Tim, staring incredulously. "Thisis your Pokémon?"
Mewtwo narrowed his eyes and spoke darkly. I belong to no one, especially no human.
Tim hurried to correct Diplo more politely. "I don't have a Pokémon, so this is the one I was offering to battle you, yeah." Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.
Diplo stared at Mewtwo in awe. "How?" he asked in amazement.
That is none of your concern,Mewtwo said, lashing his tail and crossing his arms imperiously. Your only concern is the deal that you offered. A battle, in exchange for knowledge.
Diplo didn't seem to care at the moment that his curiosity had been shot down quicker than an Inteleon's Snipe Shot. "Freaking Mewtwo."
Mewtwo's impatience only grew, edging on exasperation. If you are unwilling to challenge me, then kindly hand over the information we have asked for.
"No way!" Diplo blurted, and Mewtwo narrowed his eyes again. "I mean—No, I'm not—err—unwilling, to battle," Diplo said in a rush. "Battling Mewtwo—that's a dream. Please, I'd be honored to battle. …Sir?" he tried, giving at least an attempt at being more respectful to the majestic all-powerful legendary Pokémon. It didn't seem to move Mewtwo at all.
If you will give us the information in return, then very well, Mewtwo said carelessly.
Tim tilted his head at Diplo. "You know you're going to lose, right?"
"Totally," Diplo nodded. His Chesnaught smiled and pawed at the ground, looking challengingly at Mewtwo. "But how many trainers can say they ever battled freaking Mewtwo?"
Mewtwo actually seemed to consider that question seriously. I, personally, would count none of them as battles in the first place, because none of them lasted long enough to get in a single attack.
At Mewtwo's words, Diplo paled considerably and Chesnaught blinked. Tim wondered if he should count Mewtwo's struggle with Dr. Drew's Pokémon yesterday, but he supposed that didn't count because it hadn't been one-on-one, a fair fight. Apparently whatever one-on-one battles Mewtwo had gotten into with actual trainers hadn't lasted long enough to bebattles.
Mewtwo noticed Diplo's sudden stillness, and after a moment of deliberation, offered an olive branch. As you wish to battle for accomplishment rather than victory, I shall relent from using my advanced psychic abilities.
Tim was surprised by Mewtwo's offer, and Mewtwo himself didn't seem very happy about it. He was glowering and his jaw was set like he was tasting something bitter. Tim thought that Mewtwo would have preferred to get this over with as quickly as possible. But Mewtwo actually seemed interested in repaying Diplo fairly for giving them the information. Enough so that he was willing to go easy on him just so Diplo could have a satisfying battle.
At this, Diplo's grin returned. "Rad."
Mewtwo's face twitched at that description, but he didn't comment. Instead he turned to face the Chesnaught, lazily glancing it over. Despite the very obvious fact that the Chesnaught was about to get utterly defeated, it seemed quite excited and ready for battle. Tim backed up towards the door and wondered if it might be safer to leave the room. But he wasn't going to leave Mewtwo's side, especially with a human neither of them knew. Still, he went up against the wall, the safest distance he could get.
Diplo, however, just kept staring at Mewtwo in wonder. After a moment, Tim cleared his throat. "Uh, Diplo? Shouldn't you get out of the way and, well…start the battle?"
"Oh! Right, yeah man." Too awed to be embarrassed, Diplo shuffled back to the other side of the room. Tim again squished his smile; whether Mewtwo went easy on him or not, this wasn't going to be a long battle.
You may have the first move,Mewtwo granted, though everyone had to know that it wouldn't help at all.
"Alright," Diplo cocked a grin, couching down as if he were the one preparing to fight. "Chesnaught, Pin Missile!"
"Chesnaught!" the Pokémon affirmed, and the spikes on its body flashed green before shooting out at Mewtwo. Mewtwo dodged easily, sliding to the left, and then to the right as Chesnaught shot again. As the third shot came, Mewtwo went still and his eyes glowed blue. The missiles froze in the air before him, before swirling back around and zooming at Chesnaught. Chesnaught fired a fourth pair of spikes, which hit the reflected missiles and exploded in the air.
"Rollout!" Diplo shouted next. Chesnaught jumped into the air and curled himself into a ball, shaking the ground as he landed and rumbled like an avalanche. He charged at Mewtwo, who flew into the air as Chesnaught barreled below, but the Chesnaught-ball only swirled back around and headed for Mewtwo again. When he neared, he bounded into the air, but again Mewtwo dodged. Before Chesnaught could come again, Mewtwo took a deep breath and used Ice Beam. Chesnaught hurriedly rolled out of the way, but it wasn't just his opponent Mewtwo was aiming for; the floor became covered with ice, and the moment Chesnaught rolled over it, he slid out of control. Collapsing out of his ball form, Chesnaught flailed as he slid across the ice, out of control.
"Vine Whip on Mewtwo!"
Vines sprung out of Chesnaught's flailing fingers and took Mewtwo by surprise when they wrapped around the clone's body. Mewtwo was jerked out of the air as Chesnaught dragged him along his uncontrollable slip. But Mewtwo didn't get pulled along for long; he grabbed onto the vines with his own hands and twirled around, swinging the large Chesnaught into a wall. He bounced off onto the floor before scurrying to his feet. Mewtwo took the opportunity to tear himself free from the strangling vines.
"Try Hammer Arm!" Diplo shouted.
With a powerful leap, Chesnaught charged at Mewtwo with glowing arms, trying to bash him down. Mewtwo dodged again—dang,Mewtwo was fast—but before Chesnaught could fall back, Mewtwo swung his tail around and hit him with Poison Jab. Tim flinched, that move was super-effective, and Chesnaught might get poisoned.
As Chesnaught crashed back to the ground, Mewtwo pursued to attack. "Wood Hammer!" Diplo called urgently, and Chesnaught pushed himself back up, lifted his fist that became rigid and hard, and slammed it into Mewtwo as he got closer. This attack actually hit, full force, and Mewtwo staggered back a few steps. But Chesnaught also looked weak and tired; Wood Hammer was a recoil move, and damaged the user as well as the target.
"Bite!"
Chesnaught advanced, snarling with extra-sharp fangs, and Mewtwo tried to press him back with Fire Punch.
"Spiky Shield!" Diplo commanded, and suddenly sharp thorns grew out of Chesnaught's armor. Mewtwo's Fire Punch landed, but he flinched back and shook his hand angrily. A telepathic growl of frustration reverberated in Tim's head. Chesnaught leapt forward and snapped his jaws at Mewtwo, who quickly lifted a shield between them to defend himself with as he recovered.
Mewtwo's going to win this without a doubt, Tim thought, But even so, Diplo and Chesnaught are learning. They've gotten Mewtwo down to their level, close-range, which is where Chesnaught is best. It's a fighting-type, so physical moves are where it shines. While Mewtwo's psychic-type is better with ranged attacks.
Mewtwo's tail twitched just then, before he dropped the shield and flew upwards, dodging Chesnaught's Bite. Retreating a small distance, he shot Psycho Cut down at Chesnaught. Chesnaught wasn't quick enough to dodge the fuchsia energy, and staggered back as Mewtwo shot another.
Did Mewtwo just read my mind? Tim wondered.
Chesnaught used Vine Whip to bat the second Cut away, then tried to grab Mewtwo and drag him back down with the tentacle-like plants. But Mewtwo slipped through their grasp and shot one final Psycho Cut that made Chesnaught stagger back before collapsing on the ground, knocked out.
Some part of Tim unclenched now that the battle was over. He had been the one to ask Mewtwo to do this, but he was a little amazed it had all gone as planned. It was all too easy for Mewtwo.
Diplo quickly ran to his Pokémon's side, resting his hands on Chesnaught's arm. "Good job, buddy," Diplo soothed. "You were amazing."
Mewtwo lowered himself back to the ground, and Tim tentatively stepped up to the clone's side. Mewtwo glanced back at him, and Tim again wondered if Mewtwo had taken his unspoken advice in the battle.
But before Tim could think of a way to ask, Mewtwo turned his attention back to Diplo.
Now,he said firmly, I believe you have some information for us.