Chapter 10: Passion & betrayal
Disclaimer: Pokemon me no own. Daisy: I own.
Warning: sexual conducts, crude language, drug issues & graphic acts improvising suicide. Viewer discretion is highly advised. (If you cannot handle the contents within this chapter, please do not go any further. Just for insurance, this chapter has been re-edited in order to meet this site's standards.)
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Reviews:
WiseAbsol
2005-12-17
ch 3,
I can't help you. I'm sorry. Goodbye Miyuutsuu.
WiseAbsol
2005-12-08
ch 11,
...I'm not all that certain what to say to this announcement. To me, I find it to be something extremely distressing, and quite unwelcome. This is a grand fic, and to see it go would be so horrid...the idea of giving it up because of life issues only adds to that...
I will help in any way I can. You have my full support Miyuutsuu. I don't know Japanese though...which would prove a problem. However, I'd be happy to aid you in any other way you can think of. Please, update with your response to this or send me a private message.
Also, this is very belated, but a review to your last chapter. To learn about Daisy's past was quite a tale, and to have hints of Mewtwo's own unknown past was very intriguing. I, of course, want to hear more!
Please, keep this fic up, at least what you have. As a fanfic author myself I know how difficult managing it, and the time regular life consumes, can be. Which is why, recently, my own updates have been weeks, sometimes far longer, in coming. You know, you can do the same. There is no true rush...the ones whom want to read more of your fic, if they enjoy it so, would be perfectly willing to wait. Take your time...balance things out.
As I said, I'll help in any way I can. But I suppose the decision of what you wish to do is up to you.
Still, here's hoping you find a way to continue!
And by the way...Happy early Christmas. I understand you're not a very joyous person at this time of year, but I hope you can find something, anything truly, no matter how small, to brighten your mood.
Well, goodbye for now...I hope to hear from you soon.
fan of this story
2005-12-07
ch 11,
it was good when it lasted. i will always remember this story, until next time!
Ri2 11,
Um...well...
I myself don't know anything about translating Japanese to English, but...I dunno...maybe I could help with grammar and stuff?
Capito Celcior
2005-12-07
ch 11,
No please, do not delete this fic. I have just added it to my favorites. If you want help posting it and proofreading it, I would be glad to Beta for you. So as soon as you translate it to English, just send it to me and I'll make sure it is returned to you within two days. Proofread and all.
I really love this fic, so don't throw it away. You have something special here, even though not everybody may agree. them. You rock, and you know it.
And if you need help for some ideas...make suggestions and I'll gladly add to them.
My email address (IF you accept to not throw this fic away just yet and want me to help you) is
Remember: Mewtwo's speeches are in Italic font style. Thoughts & private telepathy are "(think)". Megumi's speeches are in bold format.
"I look for my purpose, but I am blind.
I want to feel the warmth of love, but I have no heart
I wish that I could break away from my past, but I got no future
I live, but I am not alive
Is there any hopes, which a mistake can live in life...happy?" Mewtwo…?
Having finishing his shower, Mewtwo had gotten out of the bathroom. Drying himself off with the towel that his companion had threw. Staring at the bed occupied by Daisy, the clone walked to the couch. ("Since she is asleep, perhaps it is time for me to get back at the training that she had taught me before at Pewter City.") Noticing that his cloak was in his sleeping comrade's possession, he felt annoyed, but at the same time, a little bit relieved. After all, it's not everyday that you have to tell someone about how one day would change your life forever, for good & for the worse. "Not again, I swear, she gets too attached to my cloak. Yes, it is soft, comfortable, and... whatever. Right now, the night is young, there is no time to stall from my training." Unbeknownst to him, Daisy was not asleep, only pretending to sleep. So that she may catch Mewtwo & get some answers about the syringes in his cloak.
Using his psychokinetic powers, Mewtwo made an effort to carefully remove his cloak from her grasp. Noticing his attempt to get back what belongs to him, she decided now is the time to get some answers. Acting out, Daisy tossed & turned around, wrapping the cloak to her body. Not so happy, the clone muttered to himself. "Guess I have to resort to physical force then." Looming over her, he made his way towards Daisy. Hands reaching out, approaching his soon to be reunited only article of clothing. Nearing his objective, Mewtwo could get things done. "Almost…there," was all he could say, grabbing the shroud. It all went downhill from there. The moment her prey made the move, Daisy shifted her body towards his direction, knocking Mewtwo onto the bed, right next to her. Meeting eye to eye, he found out too late that she was awake the whole time.
"So, what brings you here to my neighborhood, Mew-chan?" "(M-mmm-Mew-chan? What am I, some sort of pet? I'm 60 years old! I am nobody's pet, I am-)" His thoughts were interrupted when Daisy brought out two of his syringes from behind one of the pillows she was using. "Why do you have these with you? More importantly: you don't trust me enough to tell me?" There was a brief pause of silence in the room. The look on her face was of disappointment and fear. Disappointment for the fact that he kept this as a secret. Fear that he has a problem: doing harm to his body.
Considering the facts on the events that had occurred, Mewtwo brought himself up from the mattress, & sat upright in the far end of the bed. "Those, are for my health. Without it, I might as well had been dead seven years ago…it's Methaqualone." Not being able to look at how his face, the puzzled kunoichi went on to ask another question. "What exactly, is meth, ummh, that word you just said?" Rubbing the temple of his head, Mewtwo bluntly replied, "Meth-a-koo-wa-lone: a synthetic sedative, also used as an anti-depressant. If I take the substance in whole, it would have made me into a drug addict. However, if liquidized at a cold temperature and injected into my heart, I will have six more months to live. It's something that I'm not fond of dealing with. But it is a necessity if I want to keep on living." Staring at him, she could not believe what was going on. This whole day was in utter chaos. Moreover, from the fact that she had told her story to him, Daisy hears about his answers for the syringes. It was a bit of harsh reality, but it proves to her that Mewtwo is starting to trust her a bit more. Even so, he still strives to live. "You're not lying to me?
He shook his head. "What would I gain if I gave false statements? Nothing. You…have my word."
Mewtwo still had his head turned away, not wanting to see her give pity for him. Not for this, not for anything else. "I have one more question, if you don't mind." Hearing her voice tone at a neutral state, he shook his head. Daisy got the courage to ask for her final question. "Okay…can you tell me about your past?" …Again, a deep pause of silence. Hoping that this topic would not be discussed, Mewtwo weighed on the circumstances. "(I do want to talk about it. There is too much that I deeply regret. Working for Team Rocket, killing so many innocent people and pokemon. Attempting to carry out my plans... for a global genocide. Ai...what shall I do now? Should I allow this- no… for her to truly know me? What I was? After all, she shared her story, she said she trusted me…and trust is something not to be betrayed…)"
This was not going to be easy. Then again: what isn't?
"( Very well but I will not tell her the more intimate details of my life. She'll probably freak out &…)" Getting up, Mewtwo went to sit on couch. Tilting his head to his side, a small crack had him felt some relief. Tossing the cloak back to Mewtwo, Daisy crawled on over to the one end of the bed near him: waiting for his reply. Giving out a telepathic exhale, Mewtwo gave a small "Alright". It was her turn now to her about another's past. "You will?." Again, the somewhat tired psychic got up, walking right up to her, bringing up one of his hands to touch her forehead. "However, in this situation, rather than telling you, I will show you…" Before Daisy could ask as to how will he be able to do such a feat, images had bombarded into her mind.
She saw his life, from the day of his awakening: the brief friendship between Ai,… her death & his pleas for her return….
…. The day he sought vengeance for his mistreatment…
… Working under Giovanni and carrying out so many secret murders and unspeakable atrocities against any one who was in his way….
…Breaking away, attempting to kill all of life for a new world...
…. Redemption…
….Turning over a new leaf & wanting peace in both mind and soul….
… Mt. Queyna...
…Even after, there were the Secret wars against Silver: Giovanni's son….
…Remembering Ai...Visiting her gravestone…traveling around the whole world…so many things he saw...
He was able to confine some info that were not 'age appropriate' for her. Finally, after viewing his past, she looked into his eyes. Those deep amethyst eyes. "I never thought that you had a hard life as I did. And to think, you are vaguely related to Mew." Nodding, Mewtwo felt a tiny bit better, knowing that his life is now known by someone he could now fully trust. Going to retract back his hand, Mewtwo was about to head to the couch. Unexpectedly, his hand was held on, by hers. It was right then that one sentence would change his heart forever. "I guess we are both the same, as outsiders to this life." Mewtwo didn't know what to say or do at all. Frozen up, his mind started to process. However, Daisy tugged him to the bed.
"I bet you are confused as to why I said that. Think about it; we were both alone in our childhoods. We've killed people. We want to find our place, & most of all, to be accepted. Face it: it could be fate that brought us together to help each other out." Not since Viridian City, had she opened his minds to philosophize on what his life is now. A small smile escaped from his lips, showing a bit of his cold heart melting away. At a slow rate, but it's a start. He turned around to show her how he felt about her speech. "(She may be somewhat as an mood swinging complaining beginner trainer, but she seems to know some things that I needed to hear.)"He was snapped out when she continued on. "In the mean time, sleep on the bed. But no funny business." Unable to think straight once again, he folded.
"I guess so...fine. But stop trying to think that I am a pillow. And this time: keep your clothes on. I still remember what you did to me this morning." Going to the other side of the bed, Daisy made a cheeky remark before she hid herself inside the blankets "Fine, but don't come crawling back to me & expect a special show." Lying on his side, Mewtwo motioned with only his tail, gently hitting her face. "I'll live. (sighs) sleep well…" Brushing away his tail, Daisy could only smile, using the end of his tail as another pillow. "Goodnight."
Many hours went by. Near the center of the bed, the red head kunoichi slept well. Not even squirming wildly. But for Mewtwo, his head thrashed about. Something was amidst in his mind…
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(Mewtwo's Point of view
Where am I? Why am I having a dream? Usually, I do not dream. For most points, they all wind up as premonitions as to what is the events that will arrive. This should not happen to me. For all I know, the last time I dreamt,...I saw myself...ending my own life. Looking deep into the voids, all I see is the endless sea of nothing. How much longer do a have to live. I may be ten years old, but my body & mind age six-fold. Sixty years old in true theory, I feel old & tired. Even if I had lived for ten years, I like my time is near. How I feel my life was not meant to be.
(Warning: Major spoiler here!)
Clouds start to appear from out of nowhere, so many. But, these clouds are special, for they are the representation of pain. Pain that ultimately leads to death. Below me, the ocean had risen deep from the fathoms had come up from out of nowhere. A swell of sorrow crashes onward, towards to the fields of eternity. Somehow, in the back of my mind, what I had stated earlier, was about reenact. Floating down, my eyes caught a glimpse of an island. Not any island, New Island: my birthplace. Where it all started. Giving all that I could, I flew down with such speed, reckless through the gathering clouds. Lightning flashes hardly blinded my vision, while the echoes of thunder bellow with the harsh winds & fierce rains. Finally, reaching the footholds of my birthplace, underneath the dark covers of the rains, I closed my eyes. Preparing to confirm if my prediction were to be true.
As I open my eyelids, I viewed the water-pelted field, until I saw what I was afraid of. Thirty paces straight ahead of my current position, lies…me. I could see my future self. He or I in the events to come, was more...dead, in every aspects. Left arm is gone, so are my right leg. My right eye is gone too, as my eyelid were mutilated & sewn. My…body, tattered with bullets wounds & scars. My cloak: still around me, but drenched in water & my own blood. But there was one thing that I did not wanted to see again. My left hand: Wielding a .500 Magnum and judging the way that I looked into my future self's eye: there was only one. With my name written on it.
To add my suspicion, I was not alone. Four figures, hidden as well inside the curtains draped in beads of water. One of them, I could hardly recognize: Domino. I still do not know why she still wants to continue on hunting me down. Even how she managed to regain her memories of me again. A part of her motive, I could understand. I was responsible in her exile from Team Rocket. The other part,... is one that I can never figure out. No matter. The other three were trying to reason to me. It didn't take a genius to know what I was planning to do with that Magnum revolver. Their pleas were fallen deaf to me, as I brought up the instrument of my demise: right to my mouth. Hearing the hammer clicking into firing, I see myself...
Everything fades back to it's original form. The last thing that I heard was a message from my future. Life…is this what it means? Now, I wonder, could there be an alternative path for me to choose? In my case,... I hope so. Are these really signs of my destiny, my fate.? Or is it all just part of a facade, woven by my own sub consciousness? These questions, though bleak & pointless, seem to know make a stronger impact on my psyche. Perhaps, but, if I were to find a clue as to what it all means, I jumped to a conclusion: there was another being that I know of whom that might have that answer. That some…one, is Megumi. It was a long shot, for all I know, she might not be around here.
Like I was before, she roams this realm. But I have to give it a try & talk to her. There were some times in my life, when I venture here, she seems to have the answers. Apparently, I rely on answers, bestowed upon me by her. Only here, in the darkness, could I feel… compelled to yearn for Megumi's wisdom. I cannot help it here; this void has me act out as if I were a pure human or pokemon, but I am not. I know for a fact, my cells were constructed from a Mew's fossilized eyebrow. However, there was not enough to fully create me. Doctor Fuji: Ai's father, my creator and ironically, one of my victims that I killed, chose an impossible alternative. Combine some Human D.N.A to fill in the missing gaps. His secret documents, now in the possessions of his ex- wife: Sachiko, tell how he obtain such a unnatural feat. All it took was an anonymous donor and the right way to manipulate thematerial.
And ultimately; the start of creating…Me… a true abomination. I am not a pokemon…I am not human…I am both…then again I am neither...
(I am Incomplete)
(What am I suppose to be)
(Only life can tell…)
As my mind fall into the dark recess of the nether region, a familiar voice beckons me to overturn my pent up suffering. "Hey there sour puss, why so gloom? Did you miss me?" I look straight up to see...her. Megumi. Though she may be just particles of bright energy, I cannot imagine a more trustful friend like her. In all of my years, I have some how gained trust. Though there are sometimes that I wonder if this is her world or if she could be capable of visiting here. Possibly, from another life. So many questions, yet I do not desire to have them all answered.
"What, cat got you tongue? Come on, you can tell me. It's me." Her voice gave an impression of concern, with her trademark gentle humor. There were many times that I thought that she was Ai, grown up. But she always say that she is not any one else, but herself. How unique. I blush, unable to contain myself. Damn! I must maintain my composure; I must not allow her to know how I feel. I must not allow my deep past to return. On cue, Megumi found out. "Awww, seem like someone feels embarrassed… or naughty. Give." Her innocence still in her speech, that I could never deny. If I were to be irate or act savage, she had the ability to drown it all away with her kindness. Again, I blush over for her. I shook my head. Now is not the time for my mind to wander. I need to get some answers. All these random inquisitions that plague me will not get things done. "I had a vision, a premonition if you will. About how I die. Could there be a possibility that it will happen?"…………
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(No point of View)
Dawn had approached; sun light began to crept up through the windows of all the building's eastern section. As dark blue & black receded by the struggling colors of orange, yellow & sky blue, a new day was born. One particular room: Rm. 19, our two dysfunctional duo were still sleeping. Only, that both are in the same bed: together. The first to have awakened was the clone himself, Mewtwo. "Ughh, why did I even bother to wake up? Might as well get up & drink something. But first: a good scratch is in order." Going for a scratch on his head, he wanted to use his left hand to stop his nerve twitch, but felt something else warm instead. Opening up his left eye, he saw that it was occupied by Daisy's side. Again: she gets clingy to him whenever she is asleep. "(If only there was another way to avoid this…)" The phone started to ring, alarming him & waking up Daisy too.
"Damn, it's too early for a phone call. Go get some tea, I'll answer the phone. (Fuck! I was so happy, all snuggled up in bed. And I knew that he couldn't resist me. I'll think of something to get my kicks & mess around with him. He hehe...)" At the same time, both got out of bed.
Not one who takes orders, the clone agreed to make some tea: he rather get the first sip to warm him up. Going up to the phone with a blanket around her, Daisy picked up the phone. "Hello? And do you realize that it is…(Damn…) 5:29 in the morning?" on the other end of the phone line, it was Misty, all panicky. "Daisy, it's Misty! Mewtwo is in deep trouble. Tell him this: you know who from you know where, is heading right now to your room! I didn't mean to blab it out. Tell him I'm sooooooooooo sorry!" Hearing the phone click, a confused Daisy wanted to know what was this new situation. "Who was it Daisy?" Seeing Mewtwo in front of her with a cup of warm tea for her, she almost freaked out.
"It was Misty, she told me-" A knock on the door was heard. Not one to take a chance, Mewtwo nudged her to answer. "(Hold on!) Who is it?" From the other end, mature, yet soft feminine voice answered back. "Ro-om service." Without even thinking that it might be a trap, Daisy went to open the door. All of a sudden, Mewtwo heard a hammer click, one that was familiar to him. Then it dawn to him: the dream he had earlier. The gun, one of the figures hidden in the rain. There was only one person who possesses that gun, & he got scared. "Daisy! Don't open that door!" Making a mad dash to her, he went to stop her, but it was too late.
As she turned the knob & pulled the door ever so slowly, there was a harsh kick. Forcing the door to open up wide. On the entrance way, stood a very angry woman. In her mid twenties, long cyan blue hair, with a ponytail. Sapphire eyes that matched her long sleeved shirt, partly covered by her brown bombardier jacket. Her leather black biker pants hid most of her rugged biker boots. In her left hands, she wields a .500 magnum revolver. Then, she spoke out, "You! Six. Years. SIX fucking years! It's about time that I find you, Mewtwo!" Putting the barrel to his head, the clone stuttered slightly.
"C-Cc-c-c-c-Clair? How in the blue hell did you find me- damn it Misty!"
Yes, it is none other than the Blackthorn City gym leader, Clair. Not knowing what was going on, Daisy intervened. "Excuse me, miss, could you stop pointing that gun at him?" To no avail, Clair kept it to his face. Mewtwo noticed how her face was mad as she could ever be, but at the same time: sad. He brought her aim towards him mouth. "if you are going to shoot me: do it now!" Daisy was shocked to see this acting out, kind of like a B-rated soap opera. That's when the red head notices her arms were shaking from his motive. After a moment, the older woman withdrew her hand down, but not without taking a lick at him. She slapped him across the face, screaming at him. "Do you realize what hell you had put me through? Six years, six whole fucking years, without hearing my side of the story? You just took off, not even a good bye note for me!" He barely flinched from her slap, not even consoling to his slap mark. Not one who knows how Mewtwo would react, Daisy made a second attempt. "Who are you?" This time, Clair tilted her gaze to the young red headed girl. "Who am I? I should ask you the same thing about you!"
Author's Notes: Didn't see that coming huh…Who knew that it was Clair? Oh yeah, me! And will Mewtwo really die? Hmm…………….
I made Mewtwo age six years more per one normal year; so that his life is shortened. (Almost like how dogs age.) 6 x 10 equals 60 years old.
On to some other news, this fic will also be on AdultFanfictionNet too. With all the chapters there, including those "special" stories. (E.I: Master & Servant)
Next, Chapter 11: Again. (With the Blackthorn gym leader back in his life, will more of our psychic's past get out?
P.S: (Do not in any attempts, try to commit suicide. Talk to someone who can help you. No life is worthless.)