Pairing: Mew x Celebi

Though his heart was always a wildly beating due to his small size and his hyperactive nature, Mew's heart beat even faster when he was with her. He guessed it was because she was pretty and nice and happy and didn't yell at him when he did something stupid. Celebi would giggle and call him silly when he did something wrong, and when he screwed up as much as he did, it was a very good thing she could brush it off. He was beginning to have a certain strange idea in his head, an idea that she might make a good mate if he ever really wanted to take one. Not that he would after all, he was only a few millennia old. He had existed only as long as humans had, which wasn't a very long time at all.

They ate berries today. A little blanket was all they sat on while small picnic basket they had filled to the brim with berries was their lunch. The berries were ripe and red and heavenly sweet, they had some kind of human name, but neither could remember what it was for the life of them. They grew right below Celebi's favorite place to sleep, probably a huge factor of the sweetness, and next to the lake Suicune herself had purified, which was certainly a factor. The juice stained his muzzle and paws, though she somehow managed to eat them with neat and clean ease. She stayed pretty when she wanted too.

"Where'd you find these, Celebi?" Mew asked. Sure, he knew the answer, but when she replied she always had the sweetest voice and the biggest smile on her face. He really, really loved that smile. Acting stupid was worth it. "You sure are good at finding berried, because I'd never be able to find berries as good as you. You'll have to show me how to do that! I'd have to bring along a notepad, since you know so much about it. I'd probably have to record it too! I can't keep all that in my brain. I'm not all too smart. They made Mewtwo much, much smarter than me. They made him an icky, purple-grey color too. I wonder if they really think I'm that ugly? I'm not ugly at all!"

"You're pink and rambling," She giggled.

"Takes a real man to be pink," Mew grumbled, feeling his face tint at the age old tease. He popped another berry in his mouth and chewed over his embarrassment slowly.

"I don't know why you get so nervous. I don't think that you're stupid, so you don't have to pretend you are to try and prove me wrong. The compliments are nice, but it's probably better to give them one at a time, right? Because when you give them all at once, it sounds a little creepy." She laughed. "It's almost like you're stalking me."

"That reminds me of this funny thing I found when I was surfing the interweb. It was, uh, don't tell me! I know it!" He waved his arms about him frantically, his eyes growing even wider in his attempt to remember that funny thing on the 'interweb'.

She giggled again. "I couldn't tell you if I wanted to! I don't know what it!"

"Oh! Oh! I remember now, honest! It was, erm, a secret admirer is just a stalker with stationary." He laughed at that, all too frightened, but calmed when she chimed in.

"That's a good one, Mew! I'll remember that! But I'm curious. Where's you find this blanket and basket! They're so beautiful and I'd love to add it to my stash!"

Mew swallowed and his mind flashed to the spot where he had found it…

The redhead crossed her arms and glared at Ash Ketchum. "What. The. Hell. Happened. To. My. Lunch?" She snarled. The only thing keeping her from jumping him where he stood was the human barrier: Tracey, who stood between them with a frightened look in his eyes.

"A flying pink cat took it," Ash said nervously.

"A pink cat? A pink cat stole my lunch? Of all the stupid excuse, this is the only thing you can think of! A pink cat! You freaking retard! A pink freaking cat! What is wrong with you?" Misty shouted, her fists clenched over her chest and her eyes lit with a murderous fire.

"A flying pink cat," Ash corrected awkwardly.

"Tracey, let me kill the moron! He's crossed the line this time! I'm hungry and the fatty probably at the food, the basket, and the blanket! You could have at least left me a sandwich, you jerk!"

Tracey caught her as she rocketed forward, holding her close in hopes to save Ash while screaming, "he's the Chosen One, Misty. Don't kill him. We need him. For the world, Misty, resist for the world," in her ear.

While Ash could only mutter one phrase: "I'm not fat, am I?"

Mew looked around shiftily. "I found it. There wasn't any good inside and there definitely wasn't any psycho redheads or Chosen Ones, heh." He rubbed the back of his neck and smeared the berry juice all around. He was more a dark red than pink now, his naturally colored fur seemed spotted in between the juicy color. "You can keep the basket. I don't mind. Consider it a present from someone who really liked pokémon."

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Did you steal this?"

"Uh…no?"

She beamed. "Alright then! So, what do you want to do? We can run around or eat more berries or swim or whatever you like! We can even check out this hollow tree I found that might be haunted! Wouldn't it be cool to see a ghost? A creepy spirit trapped here? It's a little sad, but a lot cool, do you know what I mean?" She asked eagerly.

Mew gulped, feeling his heart speed up, and not in a pleasant way. He hated ghosts. First, they were dead and creepy and except for Casper they were usually out to kill him and steal his soul. He happened to like his soul. He liked his soul quite a lot. In fact, over the past few millennia, he had noticed that his soul was possibly much happier to be in a living, breathing body than to be in hell with, what else? a bunch more freaky as hell ghosts. Secondly, he was a psychic type. He had not yet met a psychic type who eagerly went with ghosts. The latter had a bit of a type trump.

"You really want to see a ghost?"

"Yeah!" Celebi chirped. "You're not scared, are you? I thought it took a real man to wear pink! Maybe you're not a real man! Maybe you're just a real coward. Run away, just like a poochyena!" Celebi ridiculed.

"I am a real man!" Mew cried, spinning up in the air. "Take me to the ghosts! I'll show them! I'm coming out fighting! To the caves, Celebi! No stupid old ghost is going to get the best of me! Oh no! You can bet your bottom dollar on that!"

Celebi rolled her eyes. "That's great, Mew, but the tree isn't way up there, it's right behind us!" She jerked her paw back at a large tree behind them

"We…we were right next to it the whole time?" Mew asked, his voice getting pitchy and face flushing darkly. He had planned on talking her out of it while they flew there. Well, he sure couldn't ditch out now! "Are you sure you wouldn't rather teleport to Ireland and check on Nessie? Nessie likes visits," Mew nodded surely, but Celebi had long since turned away.

She disappeared inside the hollow, waiting a minute before sending out a vine to drag him in. The inside was dark, so far, bottomless, and damp. Mew and Celebi were squished tight together, each using their own psychic light to brighten the darkness.

"If you touch the tree, you can feel the power. I kept it alive with my magic, you know, paving new pathways so the nutrients can still get up and down. It's almost completely healed. Isn't it amazing, how with just a little bit of help a tree can live longer than anything else on earth?"

Mew smiled and laughed nervously, noting that their faces were just a few measly inches away. They could kiss if they wanted to, but Celebi apparently didn't, as she looked up and shot up the tree. Mew followed, heart in his chest.

"Isn't this dangerous?" He asked. "It can't go on forever, and I don't think there's a light up top! There's no way out! We'll get squished!"

"Not it you trust me!" She laughed and shot off faster. "Listen to the tree, it'll tell you when to stop. Trees are the most loving things in all the world aside from cactuses!"

"Cactuses?"

"Well, when you only bloom for a few days a year and rarely ever get water, you tend to be grateful for pretty much everything. When you're grateful that turns into love and, voila! Cactuses."

"Sweet, Mew nervously agreed. "So, about that whole listening to the forest thing, since we're uh, goin' slow and this is taking a while, could you explain that better?"

She took his paw and folded it over her heart with a smile. "You can hear this, can't you? If you can hear it in me, you can hear it in the forest if you'll only take the time to listen," She smiled. "Close your eyes and trust your heart."

He did so. His eyes fluttered shut and he focused on the beating. Thuh-thump, thuh-thump, thuh-thump. Her slow breathing beckoned his own lungs to slow, his own heart to calm. Everything was slowing, even the quick ride up (what should have been a quick ride up with the speed they were traveling at) seemed to take an eternity. There was something in his head, a pressure, some kind of warm fluttery feeling that made everything go slower. Was it…the tree?

"Can you hear it?"

Her voice, and the world stopped. No, he stopped and he fell, his heart throbbed into overdrive as they spun back down, head first, a million ways to die, and he didn't think of one. Faster and faster they spiraled down, his body reacted violently to the freefall but his mind was clear and calm. "Have you always had this much fun?" He laughed.

"Since time started," She retorted with a smile. "I just love the feeling of spiraling out of control. Stop early. There's something to see farther down."

They jerked to a stop, Celebi releasing Mew and allowing his hand to fall to the side. Then, they floated. It was just a few feet below. A nest a zigzagoon, buried safely away from the predators.

She found his hand again and clutched it. "See, this is why the tree doesn't rot. This family. They'll be out in just a few weeks."

"And the tree…?"

"Everything stays until its job is done. That's why we don't die, as you know."

"What do you mean?"

She giggled. "Right, of course you weren't paying attention. Legendaries live as long as nothing takes out place. The second we, ah," She blushed, "make replacements, we're gone."

Mew nodded and held her hand tighter. He wasn't ready to die…or to make replacements just yet. But when the time came, he think he'd be ready as long as he was with her.

…Well, this sucked eggs. I apologize, because it's okay, I suppose, but certainly not fantastic. Feel free to review and let me know what a dreadful sin I've unleashed on fanfiction! XD I hope the next one will turn out better.