A/N: I don't own anyone except for Mia. And if no one reviews, I'm going to discontinue SLS.
It was about noon, and Mia was sitting in the park, her Pichu was happily chasing Pidgeys and having a blast. She had lost herself within the pages of a book, and looked somewhat serene sitting there, until the Pichu came to her side, and sat on her shoulder, obviously staring at the pages of the book as well with a blank expression.
And guess who's at the other end of the park for some odd reason? Mewtwo. Out of his boredom, he left his shadowy alley to go out in search of this person he saw earlier. His eyes seemed to bore through, until he noticed her. He froze, and then decided to go over to her. Oh, how tempted he was by her aura. To meet her. Maybe find peace from the cruel and harsh world he knew. He came behind her, and with a smirk, he asked her, "What are you reading?"
Mia flinched. "Hello." She said awkwardly, turning to look at him. Pichu nearly flung himself onto Mewtwo, and purred in a greeting. He seemed appalled by the other Pokemon's greeting, but smiled softly. "I ask you again, what is it you're reading?" He repeated his question, before taking one paw to stroke the Pichu.
"It's just a random collection of poetry." Mia replied, with a matching smile, before it faded. "I'm called Mia. And you are…?"
"Mewtwo." He said, and nodded.
Mia cocked a brow. "Oh really? Pleasure."
Mewtwo couldn't help but smile at this. He was right, once and for all. He felt a bit nervous now, asking her another question… "D'you…D'you want to be my friend?"
"I'd be glad to." Replied Mia, with another smile.