Well, a proper Episode this time. Written by me, and full of emotion. Who knew that Mew had such depth? Well, that's the finale of this arc. Moving onto what is probably going to be my favorite arc. One that I am not going to spoil.

Episode 141: Repressed Emotions

The three of us finally left that tower, me and Fervo dragging the unconsious Rockets out of the tower. I remembered their faces, I had seen them twice before. The old Hypno trainers and the ones who had attacked Moron outside the Center in Vermillion. Yeesh, those two really didn't learn.

"How the heck did you two get out of jail this time?" I muttered to the male, who's head was 'accidentaly' knocked against the steps as we left through the front door, trying to push the events of the last few minutes out of my head. Fervo was doing the same, still shaking with repressed rage. The Rocket he was dragging was brutaly rolled down the steps and onto the gravel path, which must have hurt had she not been unconsious at the time.

The others ran up and Squirt helped Fervo with the female Rocket, grumbling something about being left behind. Blacky and Tate took mine, so the two of us could flop down on the floor and catch our breaths. All the fighting and confusion had taken a massive hit to our stamina.

"How come Flame is normal again?" Scyther asked as he sat down beside us. He was trying to hide it, but me and Fervo both knew that he was exausted too.

"I was cursed," I replied, not entirelly lying, "when the ghostie went, then my scales returned to their normal colour."

"Makes sense," Fervo spoke up, knowing exactly what I meant but allowing the half-lie to continue, "I've heard of curses doing strange things like that."

Scyther looked between the two of us, not quite convinced. I soon found out why.

"Then how come Flame's irises have a pink tinge that they didn't have before?" He asked, which shocked the two of us. I stared at Fervo, who looked strait into my eyes.

"Bloody hell," he muttered, "they do have a pink tinge, it is barely noticable but it is there."

"Yours don't," I sighed, which got him to smile. He had been expecting the worst.

"I wasn't cursed for anywhere near as long as you were, maybe that is why."

I jumped up to my feet and headed back for the tower, Scyther made to follow but Fervo told him to let me go solo. I smirked, Fervo knew me a lot better than most. He knew that I wanted to have a few words alone with Mew. I headed inside and found no sign of the pink feline or his ghost. That only feeded my anger, I needed a release or I would explode. So I punched a chair, a metal one. It hurt, a lot. But it did cool me down enough that I was able to think strait again. Unfortunatly, my common sense was still lacking.

"Mew!" I yelled as I reached the second floor, "I know you are here somewhere. Come out. Mew!"

"I heard you the first time, yeesh," came the reply as the pink feline appeared in front of me, "can't I ever get a little rest? I'm starving here."

I don't know how I managed it without him seeing it coming and dodging, but I punched Mew right between the eyes. The levitating cat was flung backwards by the force, but recovered before hitting a wall.

"Something tells me that you are in a bad mood," he muttered, rubbing the sore spot on his head, "so, what can I do for you?"

I stared at him, and he stared back untill he finally figured it out. Whether he actually noticed the pink tinge or just read my mind, I could not tell.

"Oh, that," he said, still rubbing the spot where I had smacked him, "you want me to fix it, right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, tough luck. I can't."

My eyes narrowed and I glared at Mew with all my built up anger, he actually did look slightly scared as I did that. Then again, I did have a lot of rage.

"Why not?" I heard myself growl, I was starting to scare myself.

"Because I didn't do it. That is a result of you being in that void between times with me, if you look closely then my eyes will have an orange tinge. Even shapeshifting won't affect that, it's some kind of dodgy radiation. It'll wear of in a day or two. Well, it does for me. But, then again, I've been there a lot and have probably developed an immunity. So it could last longer for you."

All my anger vanished and I sighed, turning away and heading back for the exit. I'd had enough of that forsaken tower. All riddles and no answers. Mew teleported in front of me, paws on hips.

"Where do you think you are going? Doesn't anyone say goodbye anymore?" He asked, so I pushed him aside with a wave of my paw and carried on. He teleported in front of me again, "you're mad at me, aren't you?"

"Of course I am bloody mad at you," I snarled, a little louder than I had meant too and causing Mew to float back just out of striking range, "it is you're fight with Celebi that got me into this mess and you never even told me what is going on? I'm just dragged along and then I have you and your ghost self having a laugh. No one would be happy after that, especially not someone like me."

I walked past him, not looking at the psychic Pokémon's face. I reached the floor below before he finally answered.

"You want the answers that badly, don't you?" He sighed, causing me to turn back. I was kinda shocked at the sight of Mew looking so upset.

"Mew."

"I can't blame you for getting angry," he continued, "hell, I would if I was dragged through time and space for no apparent reason."

I couldn't stop myself from smiling, which was desturbing, it looked like I was finally getting the answers I so desperatly wanted.

Mew stopped levitating and sat on a stair, looking up at me, "Celebi is one of the few Pokémon that I am not the ancestor of," he said, even though he looked like he was going to pass out, "him and Jirachi."

"So there is some sort of rivalry?" I asked as I sat down beside the feline.

"Yeah. I was, still am, the most well known so he always wanted me to do things for him. Errands and whatnot.. Originally, I didn't mind. I'd been on my own for so long that it didn't occur to me that I was being taken advantage of."

I glanced up at the roof, wondering how anyone would have missed that. But I could relate, I had been alone for most of my life. Hell, the only reason I didn't run away from Moron was because I enjoyed the company. And the fact that they had all became close friends.

"My lonelyness blinded me. I actually thought of him as a friend," Mew continued, "then Team Rocket started chasing me and I found myself on the run. When I lost them and was able to return to the void, Celebi started yelling and cursing. It finally clicked how much of a self-centered bastard he was and I had a go back. Things escalated and I bugged out, pissed as hell. When I found out that I'd been cloned by Team Rocket, I knew that I should destroy it but I was still so mad at everything that I decided that I wouldn't. I stopped him killing everything in the entire world but that was it. Celebi got even madder because of that and things escalated. Soon he was going on about this 'perfect timeline' and I flipped completely. I nearly killed him and Jirachi, managing to stop myself and went to a mountain to cool off."

"The mountain that I used to live on," I muttered, figuring it all out, "that was why you saved me, to piss him off even more."

"You owe your entire existance to an act of revenge," Mew sighed, getting back up, "so you got your answers. And another reason to hate me."

I pulled myself up and place my paw on his shoulder before speaking, "hey, I don't hate anyone for something like that. I'm not exactly going to complain about being allowed to live."

Mew looked back at me and smiled, which suited him more than that depressed look, "you have a point."

"We all get blinded by lies at one point," I said, "you by Celebi, me back in Vermillion. It is if you have the courage to get out of those lies that makes you worth trusting."

"I think that is the smartest thing you have ever said," Mew laughed, "thanks. I owe you one."

"Now all I have to do is do that a few more times and we are even," I added with a chuckle.

We both broke down laughing, washing away all our sorrow and rage with joyfull cheers. We only stopped when our stomachs both decided to say that they wanted filling.

"Well, looks like I better go get something to eat," Mew smirked, "I think I'll take the scenic route this time. See you soon, friend."

"See you," I replied as he floated up the stairs, I assumed he was going to head up to the top of the tower and fly off from there so no one on the ground would see him, "now, to finally get some damn breakfast."