Man oh man, did I take forever to update… I'm sorry, everyone, but I just lost interest in this. Hopefully my new rounds of Rping on Furcadia has left me with new writing strength and motivation to do this story. For now, I'm going to post what else I've written, and hopefully get some feedback on the stories. As for the ones who read and don't/can't comment, I appreciate your support as well.

Mewtwo flew unsteadily next to Mew as they approached his house. Mewtwo, after much arguing, had finally agreed to stay at Mew's house until he got better. It was against him, though, for he hated anyone who tried to help him. It made him feel weak. He sighed heavily as he followed Mew, watching him gracefully float through the sky, weave between buildings and over roofs, having fun just being alive. It made Mewtwo jealous, for he hadn't ever felt that way. He was deep in thought when a wave of heat swept over him, and he felt lightheaded. His body felt much heavier than usual, though, and Mewtwo knew he was about to faint. Shit, he cursed, sickness and sunlight don't mix... He refused to call out to Mew, though, he didn't want to show weakness... He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on flying, but he knew he was losing the battle...

Mew looked over and gasped. Mewtwo's eyes were closed and he was falling. Mew instantly flew back to him and grabbed his arm. He looked over the next set of roofs and saw his own jutting up around the other similar ones, then lowered down to the door. He gently suspended Mewtwo in the air with one hand as he opened the door with the other. He shouted into the house, "Mom! I need MAJOR help over here!" Mew's mom came out of the living room and instantly stepped back at the sight of the unconscious Pokemon still floating at the doorway. She shouted, "Oh my goodness, Mew!" And strode over to him. She caught Mewtwo out of Mew's psychic embrace and brought him into the living room. There, she lay him on the couch and checked his temperature. "It doesn't feel like he has a fever..." Mew cut in, "He's normally really cold."

They both jumped when Mewtwo groaned and shifted, his eyelids fluttering slightly. He opened them and looked around blearily. "Uhh, where am I?" He slowly took in the details of his surroundings and realized it was Mew's house, and the other Mew standing next to him must be either his mother or his sister. Mewtwo couldn't tell, his mind was still too fuzzy. Mew answered, "You're at my house, and this is my mom." Mew's mom nodded and said, "I'm afraid you're too sick to do anything right now, at least until you get better. But for now, you're gonna have to stay here. Don't worry, I, well, was a nurse."

Mew's mom made a nice bed out of the formal living room couch for Mewtwo, explaining it was pointless to have a formal living room unless it was used. Mewtwo spent the rest of the day curled into the blankets, trying to stay warm. His psychic powers were too messed up for him to even attempt any kind of moves, unless he wanted to set the whole house on fire... Mewtwo groaned at his headache and regretfully telepathically messaged Mew's mom, ~Mrs. umm...~ Mew's mom answered, ~Mrs. Psy will do, unless Mrs. Psyronochoneminiskish is better?~ Mewtwo laughed a little and replied, ~No, Mrs. Psy will do. Umm, if you don't mind...could you bring me some medicine?~ Mewtwo heard no reply and sighed. A few seconds later, Mrs. Psy warped in front of Mewtwo, holding in one hand a glass of water, and in the other, two tablets of aspirin. "Here, sweetheart, take some of this, that should take care of your headache, and also settle your stomach a little." Mewtwo sat up and took the tablets in his hand. He surveyed the small pills, then popped them in his mouth, then took a swig of some of the water and swallowed. He instantly gagged and sputtered, and Mrs. Psy quickly patted and massaged his back. Mewtwo took another drink, finally getting it down that time, then wiped his mouth. "Sorry, it's been a while since I've swallowed, well, anything really." Mrs. Psy nodded and said gently, "I understand. Just try to take one at a time next time, and tilt your head back a little..."

Mewtwo looked her down questioningly and asked her, "Why are you doing all this for me? Why, when I've hated your kind for centuries? How can you forgive me so easily?" Mrs. Psy smiled and replied, "Because you don't hate me. You don't hate my family. What you hate is a thing in general, not a specific thing. Plus, why should we hate you for something that was in the past?" Mewtwo looked down, ashamed that he couldn't have reasoning like her. He simply muttered, "Thanks for the medicine..." and turned over into the blankets.

Mew came downstairs after he did his homework and peeked into the front room, and saw Mewtwo sitting up, reading one of his dad's novels by the light of the lamp by him. Mew watched silently as he watched Mewtwo read incredibly fast, his amethyst eyes scrolling down the pages, turning the pages in only seconds. Before Mew knew it, he was leaning against the wall, mesmerized by Mewtwo's calm yet concentrated look. Mew suddenly tensed, though, as Mewtwo finished the book and returned it to the bookcase, only to pick up another and turn back to the couch. He stopped abruptly when he saw Mew leaned into the doorway, though. He and Mew met eyes for a minute, then Mew turned and floated away, blushing a crimson red. Mewtwo smiled and settled back into his nest of blankets and opened the book, Pokemon Genetics.

That night, Mew and his family sat down for dinner. Mewtwo was obliged to sit with them. They were, after all, giving him a place to stay and nursing him back to health. He watched them eat with interest, the way they chewed then swallowed without gagging. He himself had nothing in front of him, but he was feeling the strange "hunger" thing well up in his unused stomach. He hadn't meditated in a while, so he was getting low on energy. Mrs. Psy noticed that, so she gently pried, "Mewtwo, honey, I know you don't like to, but you should eat something. The nutrients would help your body." Mewtwo nodded and leaned over to pick up the smallest piece of steak on the plate. He cut it in half, then placed the other half back on the plate. He cut a piece off the steak and, after studying it, placed it in his mouth. He smiled inwardly at the strange flavor, then chewed slowly. After he was sure it was small enough, he swallowed and felt it travel down his throat. His stomach registered the foreign presence, and growled loudly, requesting more. Mewtwo suddenly felt an insane hunger tearing at him, and he leaned over his plate, easily finishing the half of the steak, then picking up the other half, and devouring that too. As he reached for another piece, Mrs. Psy stopped him gently, saying, "Don't. If you eat too fast, you'll end up overeating, and probably get sicker." Mewtwo stopped in mid-reach and looked around. Mew's mother looked concerned, his father looked amused, and Mew was trying not to giggle. Mewtwo promptly leaned back and looked down, blushing slightly.

After a while, Mewtwo forgot how tiring it was to digest something. He sat at the table, trying to listen to the conversation, trying not to nod off... Mewtwo's eyelids grew heavier and his blinking became slower, until he stopped blinking all together and gave up on trying to stay conscious...

Mew and his parents heard a sudden *clink* and looked up to see Mewtwo, slumped over the table, his head turned slightly, resting it in his plate. Mr. Psy smiled and got up, shaking Mewtwo gently on the shoulder. When Mewtwo didn't respond, Mr. Psy waved his hand and levitated Mewtwo's body into the other room, where he lay him down on the couch. He then returned and announced, "He's down for the count tonight."

Mewtwo tossed in his sleep, imagining and dreaming of Mew, how he would cry out in pleasure, how Mewtwo would caress and feel him. Mewtwo imagined Mew laying on top of him, staring up at him with eyes misted in lust. Without knowing it, Mewtwo actually did lift his arms to hug Mew, and his arms hit...warmth? Mewtwo woke suddenly and his eyes met with Mew's baby blue ones. Mewtwo blushed insanely and stammered, "A-ah, w-what are you doing here?!" Mew looked at him half-questioningly, then lowered, grabbing the hem of Mewtwo's shirt. He slowly pulled it up, exposing Mewtwo's thin waist and patch of purple on his blue-gray stomach, earning another blush from Mewtwo. Mewtwo grabbed Mew's shoulders, shaking him gently. "Mew, what has gotten into you?!" Mewtwo stared deeply into Mew's eyes and realized finally: Mew had been hypnotized by Mewtwo while he was asleep! Mewtwo Disabled the hypnosis, and Mew blinked confusingly, looking around. "What the... What am I doing down here? And what am I doing on top...of..." Mew's eyes widened in shock and he stammered incredulously, "Y-you hypnotized me!" Mewtwo tried to say something as Mew jumped off and flew away, leaving him with only bitter regret. Mew settled into his bed and began to cry, afraid to go to sleep, unaware that Mewtwo was doing the same thing.

Both cats were tired to the bone, not having a wink of sleep all the rest of the night. All Mew could be thankful for was that it was a weekend, and he didn't have to go to school. Mew knew he couldn't sleep all day, so he reluctantly left his room and treaded down the stairs, almost tripping in the process. He went into the kitchen and saw, to his displeasure, Mewtwo at the table, prodding at a fried egg questioningly. Mew's mom looked up and said, "Oh, good morning, Mew." Mew mumbled, "'Morning..." and plopped down into one of the chairs across the table from Mewtwo. Mewtwo looked up at him sadly and received no acknowledgement from Mew.

~I'm sorry, Mew...~ Mewtwo tried. Mew made no notice of the message, and began eating his breakfast. A few minutes later, Mewtwo heard, ~I'm not sure if I can trust you.~ Mewtwo replied, ~I'm sorry, my powers are out of whack when I get sick-~ Mew instantly interjected, ~It's just the FACT that you want to do something like that! Mewtwo, I'm not ready for that stuff yet, and you keep trying to force me...~ Mewtwo got up and brought his plate to the sink, then trudged outside in their backyard. Fuck, he thought furiously, Why didn't I realize it earlier? He sat down on one of their porch swings and looked into the hilly horizon, the bright sunlight illuminating his gaunt face. He breathed in the fresh air and saw how inviting the soft green grass looked. Hesitantly, he rose and walked over to the soft grass and sat down in it. He enjoyed the feeling of the warm grass on his feet, and before he knew it, he had lay down and stretched out across it, his face snuggling into the grass, enjoying the musty earthen smell. He fell into the tranquil beauty and slowly fell asleep.

What felt like minutes later, his eyes opened suddenly as he felt something resting against his side. He saw that it was nearly evening, the sun growing closer to the horizon. He turned and looked to see what was next to him and saw a pink round head, with ears slightly twitching from the little bugs in the grass. At first, the worst came to mind, and he thought he had hypnotized Mew again, but after watching him for a while, he saw that Mew truly was asleep. Mewtwo's sudden arousal (not that kind, you pervert!) caused Mew to wake and investigate the sudden disturbance. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and murmured, "Hey... I guess we both needed a nap, huh..." Mewtwo smiled, but it vanished when Mew suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, no, the party!" Mewtwo cocked his head to one side and said, "Eh?" Mew nodded and continued, "Yeah, a party that I said I'd go to! And it's tonight! You wanna come?" Mewtwo got up and said grimly, "I don't know, do you TRUST me enough?" Mew sighed and said, "I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I was just scared. And really tired. I didn't mean it, seriously..." Mewtwo looked down, thinking of something to change the subject. "I don't think you should go. Parties can be kind of...risky, and I don't want anything to happen to you." Mew smiled up at him and answered cheerfully, "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Mew felt his small body being pulled into a hug from behind, and he heard behind him, "Please, Mew. I don't want ANYTHING to happen to you..." Mew leaned back into his embrace and muttered, "I'll be okay..." Mewtwo spun him around and looked him in the eyes, a look of absolute concern etched across his face. "Promise me. Nothing will happen, promise me." Mew sighed but responded, "I promise nothing will happen, Mewtwo." Mewtwo stared a second more, then pulled Mew into another hug, satisfied.