8. Mewtwo x Lucario
Lucario jolted awake, sweat stuck on his blue fur as he whimpered like a lost puppy. Sighing, he looked around and realized that he was in his room. It was another nightmare about the Subspace Emissary incident… seeing all of his friends trophified by Tabuu… he's a Pokémon aiming to become the very best, not to be traumatized and possibly killed!
Getting out of his bed, he decided to calm himself by meditating. He turned to see his rival and friend, Mewtwo, fast asleep on another bed. Deciding that their room wasn't the best place to meditate, he slowly but quietly walked out of their shared room.
He entered the Couples' Room, noticing Falco's Blaster on the table and Link's Master Sword at the corner, along with other items.
Seems like there were others here before…he thought when he walked towards an empty corner. He sat down and crossed his legs, keeping his arms up slightly. He closed his eyes and meditated, calming himself down bit by bit.
After a few minutes of meditation, he heard a voice.
"Lucario?"
Lucario opened one eye, seeing Mewtwo staring down at him.
"Mewtwo. What are you doing up?" he asked.
"I was about to ask the same thing," Mewtwo looked up at the ceiling.
"I…" Lucario sighed. "Just had a nightmare, is all."
Mewtwo looked down at him, and he kneeled down to his level. "A nightmare?"
Lucario nodded. "I… I've been having them a lot lately. Remember being captured by Tabuu before we became friends?"
Mewtwo nodded. "Yes…"
"Well…" Lucario looked down as he uncrossed his legs, breaking his meditation. "The Subspace Emissary incident… was traumatizing."
"How?" Mewtwo was quite confused. Of course, he never saw the horrors of what had happened, being captured and petrified as a trophy, but he wanted to know.
"I was forced to destroy a friend's friends and family...and seeing my friends become trophies in front of me...I thought it was all over for us. And that fight against Tabuu…" He closed his eyes, "I…never admit this, but I was…frightened facing him. If he was powerful enough to turn everyone into trophies, then he could kill us in one hit."
"I see…" Mewtwo nodded, understanding it all. "But do not worry, my friend."
Lucario stared at Mewtwo. "Huh? Why?"
"It was a cheap attack that Tabuu had up his sleeve. No one knew what was going to happen."
"But," Lucario spoke. "I failed to protect my friends. I'm so weak…"
Mewtwo placed a hand on Lucario's shoulder. "Do not fret, Lucario," the Psychic type spoke in a surprisingly soft voice. "None of that is your fault. You're strong. You had helped the others fight off Tabuu, and during our matches, I can tell that you had trained long and hard. You're not weak."
Lucario stared at his friend and rival, and he nodded. "Thank you, Mewtwo. You're a good friend." Lucario had always seen Mewtwo as cold-hearted, but he was wrong. He never saw this side of the Psychic type before. He smiled.
"Now," Mewtwo spoke, helping Lucario up from the ground. "We should get some rest. If you get a nightmare again, I'll be there to comfort you."
Lucario smiled, nodding. "Thank you, Mewtwo. I…never saw this side of you before."
Mewtwo chuckled in amusement. "I'm not always cold-hearted," he commented.
With that, the two walked back to their shared room and got in their beds. Mewtwo smiled at his friend.
"Good night, Lucario. Sweet dreams," he whispered.
"Good night, Mewtwo."
After that, the two drifted off into dreamland.
Lucario never had any nightmares about the Subspace Emissary since.
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