Surprise. Bet none of you were expecting another chapter so soon. This was originally part of the last one, but it had grown so large, I decided to split it into two parts, so here we are. I hope you enjoy.
Ki waited until she cleared the forest before she felt safe enough to use her powers, and continued traveling by air. She flew up high near the puffy, white clouds, leaving a purple contrail in her wake. Flanked to her left, the sun hung low on the horizon. Its dwindling rays taunted her, and provoked her to fly faster, past the limit of her exhausted body.
Black filled her vision moments later, and she felt herself grow limp suddenly, losing consciousness. Her brain was screaming at her to wake up, but her body refused to respond. The wind roared in her ears as she plummeted towards the earth.
She hit with a soft thump, jostling her awake again and she opened her eyes. Golden yellow and brown feathers surrounded her, and she was buried in a long, thick flowing yellow crest bordered by two single red strands on either side. A huge tail of red fanned out in the rear.
She had landed on the back of a Pidgeot. She lay still breathing erratically, frozen in shock. If it hadn't had been here...
"Hey, you okay back there, kiddo?" came a concerned coo.
Trembling, she was silent a moment longer before she was able to gather enough of her wits to answer.
Y-y-yes, she stuttered, finally.
Th-thank you, she added, You... you saved my life.
"No problem," the Pokemon replied.
"That was some dive, though," it remarked, "First time I've seen a human fall out of the sky."
She tittered nervously, almost bordering on hysterical. What a fool she was. She'd almost gotten herself killed, and then who would help Mewtwo? How would he feel if he did survive? No doubt he'd be devastated.
Tears began stinging her eyes.
"Where were you headed anyway?" Pidgeot asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Saffron City, she said, softly, Or just outside it, rather. I have a little place in the countryside.
That's where my friend is at waiting for me, she continued, He's mortally wounded, and I have a potion to cure him. I was trying to hurry back to save him, but I... misjudged my own health in the process.
"Not very smart, I would say," it admonished.
No, Ki admitted, abashed.
The conversation tapered into a long pause, and she worried she was being burdensome to the creature. While she was greatly indebted to it, perhaps she should leave to let it go on its way. Before she could say a word, however, the bird flapped its large wings and started to speed up.
"What do you say I give you a lift the rest of the way?" Pidgeot proposed.
Caught by surprise, the young woman didn't immediately respond to the offer. It was an answer to an unspoken prayer, yet almost too good to be true. She would be home in only a matter of minutes. The giant bird could fly at Mach 2 speeds, faster than sound itself.
By all means, yes, please, she quickly accepted, realizing she had stayed silent a little too long, I will be grateful to you for far more than you can imagine.
"Then hold on tight," it advised.
She righted herself to sit properly astride the Pokemon's back. She gathered a fistful of its crest in her hands, taking consideration of not to grip too tightly as to hurt it. With another powerful beat of its wings, the creature zoomed through the air as if it was being propelled by a rocket.
In what seemed like a blink of an eye, she sensed them approaching their destination. She peered through the Pokemon's feathers at the ground, spying the familiar structure. The sight sent a surge of emotions running through her. She made it. She was home. For a while, things had looked bleak, but now everything would be okay; he would be okay.
Down there, she indicated, The blue barn.
"How quaint," Pidgeot commented, surveying the area.
Head for the fields, she directed, We can land there.
"You don't want me to...?" it tried.
No, there is fine, she interrupted, But thank you.
"Alright, kiddo," the creature submitted, "The fields it is then."
Pidgeot adjusted its wings to catch the down drafts and began to glide into a gentle descent, aiming for the edge of the property as she instructed. They were sweeping close to the ground when sharp pain split across her temples. It came on so sudden, she nearly lost her grip and fell off the bird's back.
She knew instantly what that pain meant. It was the moment she hoped would never come, but she couldn't have imagined to happen now. Not when she was merely within yards of her goal.
No... no no no... damnit! Please, no!
The soles of her sneakers hit the earth with a thump as she leaped down without a second thought, her unexpected dismount taking the Pokemon by surprise. She stumbled a few steps before regaining her balance, and then broke into a desperate sprint to the barn.
I'm sorry about that, but there was no time, she called back to Pidgeot, It's an emergency.
Thank you so much for all you've done to help me, she remembered to add.
"No problem, kiddo," it squawked, assuringly, "Good luck."
With a flick of its wings, it climbed higher to disappear shortly into the clouds, which had begun to tint in shades of purple, peach, and pink with the setting sun. She heard Mewtwo's voice in her head, raspy and faint, speak her name.
I'm here, I'm coming! she cried, Please, just hold on a little longer!
She reached the entrance of the dwelling, and pulled on one of the heavy doors to open it, but it held firm. She tried again, but it refused to budge. She was almost in full-blown panic when she remembered Mew was there, which she must have locked it, and quickly signaled to her. A few moments later, the door slowly swung out with a creak to a crack just wide enough for her to squeeze through.
Standing on the other side of the threshold, the Pokemon, cloaked in her Chansey disguise, greeted her.
"Ki, thank goodness!" she exclaimed, breathless, "You must hurry! I'm afraid he's taken a turn for the worse."
"You've been gone for ages!" she added, "What happened? Did you get the potion?"
The young woman didn't answer, racing past her to back of the barn. Her breath hitched in her throat as she approached the bed. While she was happy to see him, the sight of him lying there in such a lifeless state was more than she could bear.
Stifling a sob, she sat on the side of the bed, and began to check his vitals. His pulse was thready, and his breathing so shallow she could scarcely detect it. His forehead was still hot with fever, but rest of his body felt like ice to the touch, and his skin had a bluish tint, as well as his lips.
Ki took his hand in one hand, and lightly patted Mewtwo's cheek with the other to incite him to consciousness.
It's okay now, I'm back, she murmured, soothingly, I brought you the medicine. Please wake up.
His fingers on the hand she was holding began to twitch ever so slightly. They then curled around hers to grasp them with the little strength he had left. After a moment, his eyelids began to flutter, and finally he cracked his eyes a fraction of the way open. Their normally piercing vibrant jeweled amethyst depths appeared dull and hollow.
Yet, their radiance briefly returned upon him setting his gaze on her. Seeing her brought him such joy, but he felt a wave of sadness along with it. He could not take away her pain that was sure to come. He never envisioned the future to be this way.
I...love... you... Star... dust... he said, in a raspy whisper.
I love you too, she susurrated, stroking his cheek she still cupped, Save your energy.
He gave her a bittersweet smile, leaning into her touch. He was fighting hard to stay awake, but he was tired. So... very... tired...
I... am... sorry... he spoke again, struggling to get out the words more than before.
Sorry? she blinked, perplexed, Why are you sorry? Mewtwo?
He didn't answer. His eyes dropped shut again, and he exhaled a long breath. He failed to draw in another.
Ki nearly stopped breathing herself. She fumbled with his wrist to check for a pulse, but could find nothing. Panic-stricken, she grabbed him by the shoulders, and shook him vigorously to rouse him as if he was simply sleeping.
No... No, no, please don't, she begged, You have to hang on just a little longer. I have the potion. It will cure you.
He remained limp as a rag doll, his head lolling to the side of the pillow. She stopped when she realized what she was doing was asinine. She gently let him go and sat back in a daze as reality began to set in.
I have the potion, she repeated, helplessly, in a small voice.
He blurred in her vision as her eyes started to water. This couldn't be happening. After what she had gone through, it was all for naught. The tears began to flow now, and wouldn't stop, soaking her cheeks.
"No, no, no!" she began screaming verbally all of a sudden.
In her grief, she started to assail his chest with her fists.
"Don't you dare!" she wailed, "Don't you dare leave me!"
She felt arms around her unexpectedly trying to restrain her. Mew pulled her with all her strength off him.
"Ki, stop!" she ordered, "There's nothing you can do. He's gone."
She was wrong. Ki could still feel his essence through their bond, but it was beginning to fade. She needed to act quickly if she was to save him.
"No, no, he's not!" the young woman insisted.
She continued to struggle against Mew/Chansey, who seemed to have an iron grip on her. Desperately, she stretched her arms out towards Mewtwo. If she could just...
"LET ME GO!" Ki roared, tearing away from the Pokemon with a powerful yank.
She fell forward with the momentum, and her hands made contact with his body. There was a brilliant burst of white light, and the air rushed out of her lungs. The blast propelled her backward, sending her to the foot of the futon where she landed just shy of the edge.
Stunned, she lay there unable to move, trying to catch her breath. It felt as if she was struck by a bolt of lightning. Half of her life force had been drained.
What... what just happened? she moaned, switching to speak in telepathy again, her throat sore.
"You learned Heal Pulse," Mew/Chansey informed, matter of factly, though with a touch of surprise in her voice, "Although, that was the one of the most explosive I've ever seen."
Ki's eyes grew wide at the revelation. Heal Pulse restored one's health to nearly half, and could be used on either Pokemon or humans. That is, if it was executed successfully, but by Mew/Chansey's account, it'd been abnormal. Who knew if it had even worked then?
Perhaps she should just face the fact it was simply too late, and she failed.
As a fresh wave of anguish and despair washed over her, she abruptly heard a sharp intake of breath followed by coughing, which gave her pause. A familiar groan then resounded in her head, and the mattress shifted slightly beneath her under the weight of movement. She felt her heart skip a beat, holding her breath. Was... was it possible?
Though her body protested mightily, her muscles like wet noodles, she managed to pull up onto her knees to see at that moment Mewtwo opening his eyes. They were clouded with confusion, and he appeared to be dazed. The last thing he could remember was floating in a vast plane of neither darkness or light, but twilight.
He hovered in the realm between life and death. He could still hear sounds from the outside, but was unable to respond. His mate's mournful cries tortured him, nearly shattering his soul.
How could he have given up so easily? His life was not meant to end like this. He must keep fighting. He made her a promise, and he intended to keep it.
Reaching deep within himself, he found enough of his power in reserve to use Recover. He felt at the same time another source, warm and familiar, boosting him along. White light surrounded him and filled his vision before everything suddenly went dark.
Her flowery scent tickling his nose was his first indicator he had successfully revived. The slamming weight of his pain and sickness riddled body in the next instant was his second, but at least he was alive. Though his chest strangely hurt a lot more than he could remember.
He blinked then, and the world was brought back into focus. He met twin pools of emerald green staring intently back at him. A broad smile broke over his lips, beckoning for her to come closer.
She crawled up to the head of the bed as quickly as she could, but reminded herself to be gentle with him as he was still in serious condition. Lovingly, she cradled his face in her hands, and gave his forehead a soft kiss. She rested her forehead then against it, and looked into his jeweled eyes, trying not to cry again.
Finding he could move his limps, he lifted his arm to her face, and cupped her cheek in his hand to comfort her. He began stroking it fondly with his thumb. He wiped away a tear trickling its way down.
I heard you, he rumbled low in his quiet baritone, Thank you, for bringing me back.
She smiled as a broken sob escaped her throat. A few more tears leaked out, and she used a sleeve of her blouse to scrub her eyes dry, sniffling. Afterwards, she drew in a deep breath to force herself to calm down.
I didn't... I didn't want to live in a world without you, she faltered, I love you so much, Teruzuki.
Teruzuki? he repeated, confused.
It means "shining moon", she explained, You're the moonlight in the dark of my night.
Teruzuki, he mulled, uncertainly.
It would take some getting used to, but he did like the sentiment behind it.
Or Teru for short, if you prefer, she suggested.
He had to admit that sounded better.
Teru, he agreed, And I love you too, Stardust.
She gave a joyous smile, gently squeezing him in a hug. He tried not to wince, but could not help it, however. Sensing his discomfort, she released him, and instantly felt guilty she had caused him more pain.
Oh, Teru, I didn't mean to hurt you, she fretted, I'm so sorry.
He smiled at her reassuringly.
I know you did not, he asserted, I will be all right.
Yes, you will, she affirmed, The potion will cure you of everything.
She kissed his cheek this time before climbing out of bed to retrieve her backpack from where she had set it earlier on the floor next to it. It lay haphazardly on the floor nearby where she discarded it in her haste. She opened the main compartment to inspect the contents, and fortunately, to her relief, found there was nothing damaged.
She extracted one of the bottles of elixir, and carefully began to wiggle the cork that sealed it free. When it finally released with a soft pop, she carried the medicine back to Mewtwo. She then helped him to sit up, perching on the edge of the mattress next to him.
You have to drink all of it, she instructed.
Bringing the vial to his lips, she tipped it slowly into his mouth. The moment the liquid hit his tongue, he nearly gagged. It was the most vile concoction he ever tasted.
Yecchh, he grimaced, shuddering.
He jerked his head away, his face contorting in disgust. She bit her lip as she tried, unsuccessfully, not to giggle at his comical expression. She knew it had an unpleasant odor when it had been cooking. Judging by his volatile reaction, it was evident it tasted as awful as it smelled. He scowled at her.
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, she apologized, But now you know how I felt about the cough syrup.
Instantly, he softened with the memory of the medicine in mention. That day, she had been quite ill, and he felt a strong desire to take care of her. He was not aware at the time he was falling in love with her.
It was irony he should find himself now in similar circumstances after he was quick to disregard the notion.
You remember, he stated.
Of course, she affirmed, How could I forget? That night, when my fever was bad... You came into my room and kept me warm, didn't you?
It was the first time they had spoken of it. She knew there was no one else, and he knew she knew, but he had chosen back then to remain silent feeling conflicted by his new emotions for her.
Yes, he confirmed, quietly.
Thank you, she told him, with a soft smile.
She leaned in close, pressing her lips to his for a tender kiss. There was a trace amount of residue of the potion left on them. He gave a low chuckle when she made her own face after coming in contact with it.
Ugh, bleh, that is horrid, she concurred.
You still have to drink it though, she added, sympathetically, I'm afraid I don't have tea, or hot chocolate, to wash it down with, but I can get you water.
It will do, he assured.
Chansey, will you be a dear, and bring a cup of water, please? Ki turned to address the Pokemon standing off to the side.
Chansey/Mew appeared to be in a tetchy mood, but did as was requested of her, and filled the tin cup from the bucket of water still there. She carried it over to present it to the young woman. The sour expression on her face made Ki wonder what was bothering her.
Thank you, she said, taking the tumbler from her, Are you okay?
"Yeah, fine," the Pokemon answered, tartly.
Ki raised an eyebrow skeptically. There was something wrong. It wasn't like her to be so surly. However, whatever it was would have to wait until after she made sure Mewtwo had all of his needs taken care of.
"You've got your hands full, so I'll see myself out," Chansey/Mew added.
She began wobbling away then in a huff. Ki felt hurt by her attitude. What had gotten into the normally lighthearted Psychic cat?
Chansey, wait, don't go, she insisted, pleadingly.
Chansey/Mew didn't stop walking, nor acknowledge her, then disappeared from sight as she slipped out the door and it closed behind her. The young woman sighed dejectedly, her shoulders slumping. A smile appeared on her lips, however, as she felt Mewtwo touch her face gently, and she returned her attention to him.
I'm sorry, she apologized, Something seems to have upset Chansey. I will have a talk with her later.
He only nodded. He would not say it, but he thought it was for the best she had left. Something about that Pokemon still unsettled him, but he was uncertain yet as to why.
Here, she said then, handing the water to him, Are you ready to try again?
He clutched the cup in his hand, steeling himself for the inevitable. When he indicated he was, she held the potion once more to his mouth, and he latched his lips around the rim of the bottle. Carefully, so as the flow wasn't too fast, she tilted it back to let him drink.
He managed over half before needing to stop for water. He chugged it to dilute the disgusting flavor in his mouth. He gave the remaining medicine in the vial a sidelong glance.
It's almost gone, she encouraged, gently, Just a little more.
He would sooner rather throw it out than consume another drop, but realized he was being callous. She had gone to great lengths to obtain it for him, and he should be feeling a little more grateful towards her efforts, which he was. Afterall, he would not be alive if it was not for her, and all she sacrificed.
Nodding for her to continue, he proceeded to ingest the last of the fluid. He immediately chased it down with the rest of the water. She took the cup from him then to refill it upon his request.
I think you handled that very well considering, she commended, after passing the vessel back to him, I'm not sure I could have. I might have revolted.
The thought crossed my mind, he confessed, with a faint smile.
I could tell, she said, returning the smile with a warm one.
You should start feeling the effects of the medication very soon, she continued, However, I would still strongly suggest taking it easy for a day or so.
Something both of us should do, she added, a yawn escaping.
Her tired expression melted into one of bliss as he cupped her cheek. She reached to cover over his hand with hers, relishing the warmth of his skin pressed against hers. How close she had come to never feeling his touch again...
Her eyes began to mist, but she was too emotionally wrung out to cry, even happy tears. She couldn't think about it besides. She still needed to finish administering him medical attention.
Giving his fingers a gentle squeeze, she replaced cork in the empty potion bottle then, and stowed it into her backpack to put away in the storage room later. She extracted after the jar containing the ointment. She unscrewed the lid, and scooped out a generous dollop onto her fingers, slathering it on his torso.
This is a burn salve made from rawst berries, she explained, It'll help with the blistering, and soothe your skin.
She spread the thick cream around to his back and shoulders, her fingers gingerly massaging it in. He shuddered and gave a soft grunt as her hands glided over his body. Though for all of her intents and purposes, it was having quite the effect on him.
She paused then, a worried expression on her face.
Are you okay? she inquired, I didn't hurt you, did I?
He hurt all right, but it was not what she was thinking. What a time for him to feel these urges when he could do nothing to satisfy them. He smiled reassuringly at her after it took him a few moments to speak.
No, you did not, he assuaged, his voice faintly husky.
Relief washed over her features, and then brightened with a warm smile.
Good, she responded, I would hate to cause you any more pain.
I know you would not do so intentionally, he assured.
She resumed the treatment, throwing back the bedcovers to access his stomach and legs. He tried to ignore the mounting pressure in his nether regions. Yet, she unmercifully teased him unaware, and he was quickly becoming frustrated from the desires he could not act upon.
She started when his hands clamped around her wrists unexpectedly, looking up at him bewildered. His eyes were dark and sultry, filled with an animal lust.
Stop, he growled, Please.
Her own eyes widened as the realization dawned on her. Bright crimson began rapidly staining her cheeks. She had no idea. Although, it was a rather good indicator he was feeling better at least.
I am so sorry, she apologized, flustered.
It is not your fault, he asserted, releasing her hands, You could not have known.
He could not have known either. Their relationship was all very new for him; for both of them. There was countless more discoveries such as this to be made about each other as it progressed. Of that, he was certain.
Are you able to bear it just a little longer? she asked, I'm nearly finished.
I will try, he answered, gruffly.
She quickened her pace along the remaining portions of his body in an effort to spare him any more discomfort. While she felt still a little mortified about the mishap, it was almost flattering she could arouse him so much with only a simple massage. She could definitely use this knowledge to her benefit later at an appropriate time.
He gritted his teeth against the persistent ache in his loins. He did not know how much more he could take. He felt he would explode.
Ki... he hissed.
Almost there, she placated.
He moaned low in exasperation, and desperation. If she did not end this soon...
Done, she declared, a few moments later, reaching the bulbous tip of his tail.
Except, it was to no avail. Relief did not come as he hoped. His penis continued to throb painfully within its confines.
Wiping the excess paste off her fingers onto her jeans, she capped the empty jar, and placed it back in her bag. She immediately turned towards the bed again when she heard him groan. The Pokemon was bent over and panting heavily, his body tense. A light sheen of sweat covered his forehead.
It's not going away? she asked, concerned, approaching him.
N-no, he grunted, shaking his head, Damnit... I need you...
You're in no shape, she reminded.
I am well aware! he snapped.
She pursed her lips, fixing him with a steely gaze. His attitude was uncalled for. It hurt her too. Even though she had inadvertently contributed to his sexual frustration, she had half a mind to let him deal with it on his own.
Mewtwo's face changed in an instant to deep remorse, appearing to realize the mistake he made. What came over him? She did not deserve that.
Forgive me, I am sorry, he expressed, his voice full of regret.
Her indignant expression dissolved within moments into a soft smile. It was hard to stay mad at him.
I forgive you, she accepted, gently cupping his cheek.
She locked her lips with his, and kissed him soundly. He reciprocated hungrily, pulling her down into the bed with him. When they parted, she rested her forehead on his. Then after thinking for a moment, she coaxed him to lay down. He looked understandably confused.
No, I haven't changed my mind, she said, Do you remember how I showed you there are other ways?
He did. It was an experience he would not soon forget. He wondered if this is what she planned to do again now, but she offered no hint, giving him only a coy smile.
Positioning herself to kneel between his legs, she began to massage his crotch the same as she had done on the rest of his body. Though, this time there was a deliberate sensuality in the movements of her fingers. The sound he uttered in response was a mixture of pleasure and agony.
His hardened member emerged from the hidden folds of his skin, sliding into her hands. She felt it pulsating through her forearms as she gingerly cradled it. Rubbing its underside, his shaft grew and lengthened to its full size with her touch as if on command. She was still amazed by how big he was.
He quivered like a taut bow string as she continued to fondle him. His breath was coming in short gasps now. With each loving stroke of her fingers, she was sending him closer and closer to the edge until...
A sudden burst of white, sticky fluid erupted from his penis, covering her hands and splattered his inner thighs. It drenched even the mattress directly below. After a few moments, he slowed, and eventually the flow stopped all together.
His head fell back on the pillow, groaning with relief of the release.
I take it you feel better? she remarked, with a mirthful smile.
Yes, he confirmed, with a slightly embarrassed smile.
Good, she approved.
She climbed out of bed then and kissed him before heading to the store room to find a towel. She detoured first to the small adjacent bathroom, which not only had a toilet and sink, but a full shower, to wash up, and tend to business. After, she made her way into the storage, grabbed the towel from the top of a stack on the shelf, and scuttled back over to the bed.
His eyes were closed, dozing lightly. However, he opened them when he heard her return. She noticed how pale and utterly drained he looked, but after all what happened tonight, it wasn't surprising.
She began to clean off his groin and legs with the big, fluffy linen. His flaccid penis retracted into the folds tucked in the cavity within his body again once she finished. She then soaked up as much of the liquid as she could around the futon's thin mattress. She would worry later to do a more thorough cleansing.
Tossing the towel aside on the floor, she straightened the sheet and blanket, but he started to fidget restlessly. She glanced towards him right as he was attempting to sit up. She hurried around to the side of the bed to steady him, and raise him the rest of the way.
What is it? she asked, worriedly, What do you need?
He didn't speak, but gazed pointedly in the direction of the bathroom. Instantly, she understood, and assisted him with getting out of bed to stand on his feet. She draped his arm across her shoulders, wrapping an arm around his waist to support him.
Lean on me, she insisted.
Moving only as fast as his stamina allowed, they shuffled to the facilities. She stood outside the door to give him privacy waiting until he called for her. Then she helped him get back to bed and settled in again.
Are you hungry? she inquired, Do you want something to eat?
No, he declined, wearily, I only wish to sleep now.
Yes, you need to sleep, she concurred, It's critical in the healing process to get as much as possible.
She fluffed the pillow to give his head more leverage before easing him to lie down. Pulling the covers over him, she tucked them loosely around him. She then placed a soft kiss on his cheek, stroking his forehead.
A languid smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as he was lulled by her soothing touch. He felt himself begin to drift out of consciousness.
Rest, she murmured, sweetly, I'll be right here if you need me. I love you, Teru.
I love you too, Stardust, he mumbled, drowsily.
Within moments, he fell into a deep slumber. She gathered up her backpack then and sneaked away to the storage room. Starting to unload it, she set the spare bottle of potion on the shelf lined with her other stock.
The berries were dumped in the bin with the pecha, with one oran making its way into her mouth to nibble on. She wasn't really that hungry herself, but continued on the fact Mewtwo would worry first of her needs over his own. He would want her to eat something at least.
Vague pain in her hand gripping the fruit made her pause to take a quick assessment of it. The side was a colorful hue of blue and purple, and she inspected the other to find the same. She was stunned. She didn't realize she had beaten on his chest that hard.
While the armored plate wasn't bone, but thick, tough cartilage, it was just as solid, and could cause such bruising when enough force was applied. Now she wondered if she might have hurt him too, and began to feel guilty. Though she knew the medicine would heal it if she had along with everything else. For her, however, at present she didn't have the energy to perform a Recover on her own self. Her hands didn't hurt otherwise, unless she put pressure on them.
She polished off the rest of the berry, and resumed unpacking. The empty jar she placed in a basin to be washed out later. She pulled out the tissue wrapped dress then, pondering a moment of what to do with it.
She didn't know the full look of the gown, but what she had seen of it appeared far too delicate to wear in the likes of this barn. While she craved a nice warm soak in the tub, it would be impractical to change into after to sleep in. She was afraid besides running the bath would disturb him.
She would get a shower in the morning, and have no choice but wear to it to go into town to shop for new clothes and supplies, however. Those on her body were too soiled to be worn another day, and certainly not out in public. The option also to go home and retrieve any clothing she hadn't taken with her was obviously out of the question due to the circumstances.
She decided to leave the dress inside the pouch for the time being where it could stay protected. She put away the backpack in its usual spot on another shelf, and then brought down the sleeping bag and pillow that was next to it. Though she made the exception for him earlier because of his fever, the bed, really more of a trundle, was just too small for both to feasibly rest on. It was imperative he sleep as comfortable as possible regardless of how either of them may feel of the situation.
Carrying them out into the barn's central room, she paused at the bed for a quick check of the Psychic Pokemon's condition. She monitored his breathing for a few moments as he slept soundly, and found it to be normal with long, slow inhales and exhales of deep breaths. She noted further what she could see of his skin had lost the deathly parlor to it already. She was overall quite pleased he was mending much more rapidly than she could have expected, or hoped.
Assured he was okay, she moved away a few feet before quietly dropping the mat on the floor and unrolled it. She still wanted to be near him even if they couldn't share the same bed, and while he was out of danger, in case too something was to go amiss. She placed the pillow at the head, removed her shoes, and laid down. She zipped it, but only partially, and just managed to fit.
The last time she used it she was ten years old, and was on her way to get her first Pokemon, pokeballs, and dex. It was true she never showed up to collect them as Professor Oak had said, but what he didn't know was she had tried. She initially had wanted to be a traditional trainer, and set off on her journey as every other child of age did.
Sabrina had loaned her Abra, now Kadabra, to protect her until she reached Pallet Town. Along the way, she encountered another new trainer on the route and was challenged to a battle. Despite Ki's warning the Pokemon she had on her was a higher level, the other girl insisted anyway and sent out her recently acquired Squirtle.
She reluctantly brought out Abra, and just as she feared, the tiny water turtle was intimidated by it. She again gave her a chance to call it off, but was ignored, and Squirtle was ordered to attack Abra with Water Gun. When it froze, the girl began berating the poor thing while it cowered until it finally used the move.
Horrified by what she witnessed of the trainer's treatment towards the creature, Ki commanded Abra to counter with Confusion. The stream of water reversed course, and hit Squirtle head on, instantly knocking it unconscious. The girl howled with indignation, and returned her defeated Pokemon to its ball.
"You're mean!" she wailed, before running off to the nearest Pokemon Center.
Ki cried herself after and came to realize she was not meant to be on this path. It was not the right one for her. Thus, there was no point in going any further.
She had turned back for home, and changed her trajectory to instead be the kind of trainer she had become, with helping Pokemon work through their adversity to be the best versions of themselves. It utilized her abilities to connect and communicate with them far better than if she had stuck to her original plan. Never once did she regret not going around to "catch them all", and build a team to collect gym badges to compete in the Pokemon League in the process.
Her work had led her to some amazing experiences and encounters with Pokemon she would have otherwise missed. Rolling onto her side to face the bed then, she gazed up on the figure that rested upon it with a beatific smile. Neither would she have had met, and fell in love with, the most unique being the world has ever offered. That alone was worth more than any championship she could have won.
She felt her eyes droop close as her exhausted body finally succumbed to sleep. Unfortunately, however, it was not to last. An hour or so later, she jerked awake in a state of terror, drenched in sweat and feeling nauseated. She gulped in a deep breath of air, and tried to calm her pounding heart.
Straining her ears, she listened in a panic for signs of life from him, and nearly cried with relief when she heard his strong, steady breathing. He was still in a heavy sleep. She was thankful her nightmare hadn't caused him any disruption.
Though the same couldn't be said for her. She doubted she could even go back to sleep after that. She covered her hands over her eyes as if it would block out the images in her head, trembling with emotion.
Her attempt to revive him was instead unsuccessful, and he did, in fact, die. She buried him beneath her favorite cherry blossom tree overlooking the fields where she often sat up high in its branches to reflect. There was nothing in which to describe the grief and anguish she felt. It was as if a piece of her died and was buried along with him.
Her palms began to grow wet as tears built up behind them, and she wiped irritably at her eyes. It aggravated her at times how she cried much too easily, but her emotions had always been close to the surface. She "wore her heart on her sleeve" Sabrina put it once.
The young woman lay there then staring in the semi-darkness up at the ceiling. Moonlight streaming through the window was enough to faintly illuminate the interior. Aside from her mate's breathing, the sounds of the night outside the barn filtered into her ears. Oddish rustled in the tall grass. Zubats squeaked overhead. A Hoothoot screeched in the distance.
Together, they created an odd lullaby that helped to soothe her nerves. However, it was not enough to lull her back to sleep. For as soon as she would close her eyes, and doze off, the dream returned in a rush, relentlessly taunting her.
After tossing and turning into the wee hours of the morning, she was ready to give up when she felt a light touch on her cheek. She opened her eyes, and the sight of the little pink Psychic cat floating by her head greeted her. She sat up slightly in surprise.
Mew? she whispered, You... you came back. Why did you...?
"Shhh," the Pokemon shushed her, gently, in a low voice, "I had to sort some things out, but it's all right now. I just needed to remind myself of the promise I made to look out for you."
Ki groggily wondered what she meant by that, but she was too tired to contemplate any further on it. Her head dropped and her chin came to rest in her palm as her eyes drooped heavily, but she snapped them open again almost in an instant.
"Go to sleep," Mew exhorted, "You look like death warmed over."
"Don't worry about Mewtwo," she added, seeing her hesitation, "I'll watch over him."
She placed a paw then on the teen's forehead, and a small ripple of pink Psychic energy flowed forth into it. Within moments, the turbulence in Ki's mind quieted, and her trepidation evaporated like a puddle under the hot sun. A sense of peace flooded through her in their stead, and her eyes shut of their own accord before her head hit the pillow as sleep finally took hold.
Satisfied, Mew glided over to the haystack, and made a burrow to settle in for her vigil. The inkiness outside the window gradually began to lessen, transitioning to a soft gray as dawn approached. The noises of the night were replaced with the cheerful singing of Pidgey, and Tauros lowing in the fields to welcome the new day.
It was at this time she detected a shift in Mewtwo's breathing rate, and was accompanied by subtle movement from the bed. He was beginning to stir. Given only seconds to react, she sprang to attention. She wasn't expecting him to rouse so early.
His eyelids twitched a moment before they lifted slowly to reveal the crystalline depths of his striking amethyst eyes. He blinked away the fuzziness of sleep and yawned, carefully pushing on his arms to sit himself up. He stretched out the rest of his body fully then to test his muscles, and flexed his fingers and toes also. He was pleased to discover all his limbs were functional as normal. He did not feel any constriction or pain in them.
The tightness and burning of his skin too was gone. Between the salve and the potion, it had completely healed. There was no sign of scarring anywhere he could see.
The medicine had done wonders in restoring his health. He felt so alive, refreshed and invigorated, he thought he could take on the world. Though he remembered Ki had cautioned him he would need more rest before he resumed normal activities.
Noting her absence, he frowned, puzzled as to why she had not joined him in bed. He could sense she was near, but where? The light in the interior beyond was still too dim for him to make out anything distinguishable.
Ki? he ventured, softly.
"Shh, you'll wake her," a voice suddenly scolded him in a sharp whisper, "I just got her to sleep two hours ago."
Out of the murkiness emerged a tiny cat-like creature within merely arm's distance of him. She had oversized feet with small arms, gently pointed ears atop her head, and a long, thin tail ending in a bulbous tip. She was covered in a light pink shade of fine hair, and her large, round, ocean blue eyes were set upon him in an irritable gaze.
He scowled in return at the audaciousness of her reprimand. This time, he was prepared as if he anticipated her appearance, confirming what he already suspected. She had been no mirage of his fevered mind. She was indeed here in the flesh.
The Pokemon who tormented his dreams... The one whose DNA from which he was created... And whom he believed himself to be superior to...
Mew...
So... he spoke, at long last, his voice low, Finally we meet. It was you as Chansey all along.
"It was Ki's idea to disguise myself after you freaked out," she responded.
I did not fr... he bristled.
"She did it to protect you, and I went along with it because I care a great deal about her," she interrupted, "She loves you more than you could ever possibly imagine."
His features began to soften almost immediately.
I know, he said, quietly, I love her too very much.
Mew relaxed her stance somewhat seeing the adoration in his eyes and face at the mention of her. His feelings seemed to be genuine. Still...
"I have my misgivings of the two of you together," she admitted, less harshly, "However, I'm setting aside my feelings because her happiness matters most to me, and I am sure you want the same."
Yes, he concurred.
"I figure there's no point in continuing this charade then if we're to get along at least civilly," she reasoned.
"But make no mistake, if you break her heart, I'm kicking your big purple ass," she added.
He narrowed his eyes darkly again at her warning.
Is that a threat? he challenged.
"Consider it a promise," she affirmed.
He snorted derisively. She was wasting her words. He could never hurt Ki in the way she was suggesting.
While they talked, the room had grown brighter, and his eyes now strayed away from Mew as he abruptly spied the young woman lying on the floor beyond her. She was splayed on her back halfway out of her sleeping bag, her arms stretched over her head. Her mouth was gaped open, and she breathed noisily through it, a bit of drool dribbling out of a corner down her chin.
Her long tresses were a mass of unruly curls bunched around her on the pillow. Pieces of straw and other manner of debris were caught in the frizzy strands. A mixture of dirt and dried tears smudged her cheeks. Her clothes were also badly soiled.
She certainly was a sight to behold. Yet, to him, she never looked more beautiful. Observing her features in sleep, he was given the impression she was uncomfortable where she was.
Flipping back the covers, he swung his legs over to the side of the futon and placed his feet on the floor.
"And where is it do you think you're going?" Mew demanded.
I am going to bring Ki to bed with me, he answered, adamantly.
"I have no doubt the reason she chose to be where she is is because she wanted you to rest," she insisted.
I cannot rest while she is lying on the ground to sleep, he protested.
Standing then, his knees buckled immediately, and he went down, hard, on the edge of the mattress. It seemed he had not quite recovered his strength as he thought, much to his consternation. His legs were unable to support his weight.
"There, you see?" Mew pointed out, smugly.
Mewtwo gritted his teeth, and growled indignantly. He supposed he could use his powers instead, but her comment incited him to walk all the more in defiance. He would not allow this inferior pest to make a fool of him.
He pushed himself up to his feet once again. His legs wobbled precariously under the strain. Thinking quickly, however, he manipulated his tail to act as a counterweight to stabilize him.
Mew watched him flabbergasted.
"Oh, you're just as stubborn as Ki," she groused, "You both don't know when to quit."
You say it as if it is a bad thing, he smirked.
"You can't always bend the world to your will," she argued.
A scowl instantly replaced his smile.
That is for us to decide, he asserted.
"Fine, go ahead," she huffed, crossing her tiny arms over her chest, "I'm not going to tell you 'I told you so' when you fall flat on your face this time."
He ignored her, and put one foot out in front of him to take a step. He was pleased when he remained steady, and brought the other foot forward for another with equal success. In his overconfidence, he tried to plow ahead at his normal stride, and was immediately thrown off balance again.
She shook her head as predictably he started to teeter. She wasn't sure why she should say anything else to him. He wasn't going to listen.
"Why not just admit it was a bad idea, and give it a rest already?" she urged, "You're too weak right now for physical activities."
No, he retorted.
He could not submit to defeat. It was humiliating enough he appeared completely incompetent to her.
"Well, then think about for a minute how Ki would feel if she knew what you were doing," she proposed instead, "I think she would be upset you are putting stress on yourself. Don't you care about her enough to respect her wishes at least?"
He glowered at her briefly before he cast his gaze towards the floor, avoiding direct eye contact with the Pokemon. Her words were like pouring cold water on him, but he knew she was right. He felt his chest tighten as his heart squeezed painfully with guilt.
While he said nothing, Mew could read in his expression and posture he understood.
"Come on back to bed," she told him, "You're not far. Just retract your steps slowly."
Although his footing was shaky, he followed her instruction. He soon bumped into the side with the back of his legs, and then collapsed to sit on the edge of the mattress. He dropped his head into his hands.
Taking pity, Mew tried to cheer him up.
"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself," she said, "For what it's worth, your persistence is admirable, and that was smart how you used your tail. You'll go far in the right circumstances. Just don't let pride and arrogance cloud your better judgment."
He was silent. She wasn't sure if he heard her or not. It was difficult to know what he was thinking with his hands covered over his face.
Was it because of 'pride' and 'arrogance' I was nearly killed to protect her? he asked, after a few moments, in a low voice.
The question was so unexpected it briefly caught her off guard. She wondered how did he arrive at such a conclusion. Did he honestly not know?
"No," she disputed, "Foolhardy, yes, but it was neither pride, nor arrogance which fueled your actions then."
"From what Ki told me, you saved her life not once, but twice," she continued, "What you did was brave, selfless, and sacrificial."
"It was... love," she added, after a pause, "And I suppose I ought to be thanking you for that."
Finally, she was accepting his earlier statement to be true. There was no denying he was completely enamored of the young woman. His very demeanor permeated it.
Yet, she had been deliberately trying to delay the inevitable, and keep him separated from her for as long as possible. Perhaps her intentions were misguided, but she was certain this union would only bring needless heartache and hardship to Ki. She only wished to spare her, and prevent history from repeating itself. However, was she also inflicting undue emotional pain on Mewtwo in the process? She was conflicted.
Lifting his head, he looked at Mew with mild surprise before he managed a half smile. Though it disappeared the instant he looked past her to fix a forlorn gaze upon his mate. His sadness and dismay was palpable.
She felt her resolve crumble. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. It would have been unthinkable only a short while ago.
"Get in bed," she directed, softly, "I'll bring her to you."
He gave a quick turn of his head to stare at the little pink Psychic cat incredulously. Why all of a sudden was she offering to do the very same thing she had just admonished him for? Growing suspicious, and angry, he assumed it must be a trick.
"No, it's not a trick," she assured, as if reading his thoughts, "Yes, I am aware of what I said, but I feel I may have ill-judged the situation. I believe the two of you would be much happier, and it would benefit your recovery, if she was with you."
Any qualm she had she was making the right decision was erased as she observed his reaction to the news. His features radiated unadulterated joy, but which was especially captured in his amethyst eyes. Their captivating depths glowed with an intensity she couldn't describe. It wasn't difficult for her to deduce, however, his eyes may have been one reason why Ki had fallen so hard for him.
He drew his legs up then, pivoting fully into bed, but remained upright. Mew's body, as well as the girl's, became bathed in pink light while using Psychic to gently levitate and transport her over. A few short moments later, she deposited Ki into his waiting arms, and he cradled her close to him. He laid back all the way against the mattress now, with her resting on top of him.
Her subconscious stirred, beginning to tingle in recognition of a familiar essence. Warm, velvety softness brushed against her skin and enveloped her in its embrace. Instinctively, she reached out and her arms wrapped around a solid form. Soft breaths flowed over her scalp as its nose burrowed in her hair, eliciting a shiver down her spine. Then, a moment later, lips captured her own in a tender kiss.
Ki's eyes finally fluttered open to meet soul piercing amethyst. Their vibrant jeweled depths, filled with vigor and vitality, gazed at her affectionately. She scarcely dared to blink in fear it was a mirage of her overtired mind. Tentatively, she brought a hand to his cheek, feeling flesh and muscle ripple beneath her fingers as she trailed along it.
He leaned into her touch, a blissful smile curling his lips. She gave him her own ambient smile before tears abruptly started pouring down her cheeks. She buried her face in his chest, clinging to him with everything she had.
He uttered not a word, but simply held her tighter as she began to sob. He was used to it by now that it no longer made him feel awkward, but certain it was something he was incapable of. He had since learned shedding tears were for more than sadness, but nevertheless, it was an emotion which still eluded him. He could recall no event where he had experienced the urge to cry.
After several moments, she retracted and then cupped his face in her hands, letting her forehead rest against his. He exhaled a long, contented sigh, and gently pressed their noses together.
All those dreams I had... I-I was so scared you... she trailed off, her voice breaking.
It is all right now, he consoled, quietly, I am here. I will never leave you.
He caressed his thumb along her cheek soothingly. A stray tear trickled down and he tenderly brushed it away. She gave him a watery smile, and then nestled further into his body, laying her head just beneath his chest plate. Listening to his heart beat, she was lulled by its strong, steady thumps in her ear.
He cuddled her close to him, and began to run his fingers through her tangled tresses as gently as possible to further coax her into going back to sleep. She breathed a rhapsodical sigh, tightening her arms around his torso.
I love you so much, Teru, she murmured, groggily.
I love you too, Stardust, he responded, softly.
Within moments, she was sleeping peacefully. He planted a tender kiss on her forehead, and then looked to Mew to thank her, but she was nowhere in sight. Perplexed by her absence, he supposed it would have to wait.
As his own eyes closed, he failed to notice the blanket drape over the pair seemingly of its own accord, and soon drifted into a blissful slumber.