Mystic Mewtwo
A Deadly Invitation
Part Nine

Disclaimer: Don’t own Pokemon, and that’s that.

Ok. When we last left off, Ki had just gone through yet another attempt to be snatched from Mewtwo, this time by Mew.
Now, Mewtwo is seeking revenge. Not only because of this, but for every other time it has happened, and the pain it has inflicted upon them both.
So begins the story of the first movie, with a hell of a twist.

Note: You might want to keep some Kleenex handy towards the end.

This part contains brief sexual activity.

I awoke, sometime later, still feeling a bit out of it. My headache, though, was gone. Glancing down at the bed, I found that I was alone. Mewtwo was no longer with me, nor was he in the room.
Where had he gone?

Suddenly, I began realizing the reason for his absence, my encounter with Mew. It had upset him so much that it made him leave me. He didn’t want anything to do with me. Tears began pouring down my cheeks. It was already happening.
She may not have taken me away from him, but she succeeded through another way, by destroying our relationship.
I buried my face in the pillow, and began sobbing quietly.

I hated her so much, as well as everyone else who had tried to take him from me. Why? Why did she have to do this to me? It was because of our conflict that he didn’t love me anymore.
I started weeping in painful sorrow, feeling as if my heart were breaking. I barely felt a soft hand on my cheek, gently beginning to caress it.

Shh, my love, a voice whispered to me, softly, Please don’t cry, I’m here. I will never leave you. I love you.

The voice began wavering, as tears began intervening. I lifted my face off the pillow, seeing Mewtwo. He was kneeling down by the bed, to be level with me.
Tears were streaming down his cheeks, as he silently cried. Some fell on the bed, leaving wet stains on the sheet.
I felt fresh tears beginning to spill down my cheeks.

I love you, as well, I whispered, I never want us to be separated.

I thought I’d lost my life, when I found you gone, I added, now sobbing.

I felt his hand begin stroking my hair.

I am so sorry, my angel love, he whispered, quietly, I am sorry to have made you think we were forever gone. My life, my world, has no meaning without you. I might as well be dead.

He stood up, then, climbing into bed with me. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me close against him. I nestled deep in his fur, relishing in the warmth of his body.
My tears were gone now, as were his.

Bending his head down to mine, began kissing me passionately on the lips.
He gently began pressing his body to mine, having sex shortly after. I began moaning softly with immense pleasure.
He, then, gently broke of his hold on my lips. He lowered his head down to my chest, and began softly nuzzling between my breasts.
I started giggling, and he gave me a lop-sided grin.

He lifted his hand up to them, and with his finger, began to lovingly stroke one. I sighed softly in delight.
He stopped a minute later, lightly cupping it in his hand. He, then, gingerly gave my breast a loving squeeze.
I gave him a soft smile, and he smiled back.

He released it shortly after, bringing his face up to mine. Touching his lips delicately on mine, began kissing me with deep passion. I laid my hand on his chest, feeling his heart beating beneath my fingers. With our bodies still pressed against one another’s, we began having sex again.
I began moaning quietly with pure joy. Our sex becoming vivid, and of profound love.

A little while later, we stopped, just lying close to each other.
My head was resting softly on his chest, hearing his heart beat. His arm was draped around my hip, his hand lovingly fondling my private.
I gave a soft sigh of content, nestling deeper in his fur. He, then, rested his head gingerly on mine.

My love, he suddenly began speaking to me, hesitantly, I can no longer keep this secret from you. I feel that I must tell you, for you have every right to know. It concerns you, as well as myself.

He paused a minute, trying to gather his thoughts together.
I waited patiently for him to continue.

I feel that we must form a world of our own, he started again, carefully wording his thoughts, A world which you, and I are free, from the torment of both humans and Pokemon. By creating a new world, with beings such as ourselves. A revenge on this world from the way it has treated us, making us suffer.

He paused a moment.

I am quite fed up with everyone at how they have treated me, in the past, he continued, now a bit angrily, And I am sick of how they’ve been treating us. In not accepting us as we are, mates. I dealt with the rejection, ignoring it, but quite frankly, I’ve had enough. The final straw was this morning, between you and Mew. Coming God knows how close to losing you. I can’t ignore it any longer, and I can’t pretend anymore that the threat does not exist.

You are all I have, he added, softly, Without you, I would be nothing. Your absence would leave me empty within, only the shell of my body would remain. Containing a space too massive to fill, with anything other than you.

I love you, my angel, he whispered, quietly, I want neither humans or Pokemon to take you from me.

He nestled his face in my hair, his warm breath gently flowing through it.
I nestled deeper in his fur, closing my eyes in content.

If that is what you wish, my love, I told him, softly, I will willingly stand by it. I do not desire to be taken from you, either.

I, too, wanted my own revenge. Against Team Rocket, and sadly, Mew. Who I thought would never try to destroy my happiness.
I could feel some of his anger draining into me, mixing with my own. I understood how he felt.
Used, hurt. Not knowing exactly who he was, or where he belonged.

I had been very young at the time, but I remembered clearly when the media found out the truth about me. The truth, that I was an inbred Psychic. I knew now that I was half Pokemon, but I didn’t know it then.
I remembered a lot of phone calls, ones that came after being broadcasted on public television. Most of the phone calls were from doctors, or scientists, wanting to run tests on me.

Being five years old at that time, I was very curious, and I began asking questions. Sometimes Mew, and sometimes Sabrina. Always, I got the same answers, “I don’t know” or “We’ll talk later.”
I didn’t want to talk later, I had wanted to talk then.

All of my friends, that I had at the time, now regarded me with fear, and confusion. They understood enough to know that I was different from them, not the same as they. I never saw those friends after that. Their parents had kept them away from me.
In fear of not knowing what I’d do to them, if one of them should happen to anger me.

I had been hurt by this, and had went into one of my temper tantrums. Unleashing my anger through my powers. Which, at the time, were still very new to me.
I unintentionally destroyed one of my favorite toys, a teddy bear. The only object that was found with me, when I was discovered.
It was the only link to where I may have come from, and the only thing I had that suggested I had had any parent.

It was now gone. Only its stuffing, and body parts had remained. The only keys to ever recognizing it as once being a teddy bear.
How I cried for it afterwards, wanting it back. Wanting back my friends, as well.
Wanting my own parents, and not to be an orphan anymore.

I wished that I didn’t have Psychic Powers, and being five years old, thought dandelions would grant it. That was stupid, though, I knew better.
I knew that no weed could give me what I wanted, acceptance. I just wanted to be loved, and liked, for who I was.
Mew, and Sabrina loved me, but I wanted more than just them. I wanted someone from the outside, who didn’t know me, to love me.

I now had that someone, but everyone keeps brutally trying to rip us apart. Even Mew, and I thought she loved me. If that was her way of showing love to me, then, she could keep it.
If she really cared about my happiness, she wouldn’t have tried, in the first place, to take me away from Mewtwo. She was blind to the fact that I love him, and wouldn’t ever leave him.

I snuggled up closer against him, feeling his hand slip lower along my private. He stopped, beginning to lovingly caress the new area. I gave a soft moan of delight.
He shortly removed his hand from it, beginning to gingerly press his body to mine. We began having sex, a few seconds later.
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“Ash!” Misty complained, irritably, “Why don’t you get off your lazy ass, and help us set up.”

Ash, Misty, and Brock were high atop a cliff, overlooking the sea. They had stopped at this particular spot to eat lunch, due to Ash’s hungry complaints.
They were on their way to Valencia Island, to deliver Professor Oak’s G.S. ball to Professor Ivy.

They were doing it as a favor to him. Not only because he had asked them, but because he was still grieving over the loss of his niece.
He had discovered her body, along with five Team Rocket members’ bodies, in his home. After he had returned from his official Pokemon business trip.

He had notified the police at once, as well as her parents. They had been greatly devastated, as well as himself.
The police had come, carting away the Team members’ bodies. They investigated the crime scene, finding nothing of importance.
The blood they found was of Maxi’s, and the Rocket members.

Later in the search, however, they did happen to discover six handguns, or what was left of them.
They were twisted beyond recognition, and it befuddled the police greatly. Wondering how in the world could a gun become twisted, in such a way.
They took fingerprints from all six.

The first five all contained prints from the dead Members. The sixth, however, contained three sets.
Neither of the people belonging to them, though, were there at the crime scene.

Since not enough evidence had been found, no charges were filed. Plus, who would they file them against?
One set of fingerprints didn’t have a match. So they didn’t know who that particular person was.
Another set belonged to a missing girl, who was thought to be dead. A dangerous, escaped Pokemon kidnapped her, or so people say.
As to where she was now remained a mystery.

The third set belonged to Giovanni, the head of Team Rocket. They found him in a hospital, with a severe concussion. Luckily, he was able to talk, but they found nothing from him either.
He had babbled something about walking into a door, by mistake, resulting in his head injury. Although, it was very hard to believe that.
One did not obtain such a head injury by merely walking into a door. More like a hard blow, seeing how his skull was slightly caved in.
The police let it go, however, and did not further persist Giovanni.

They were now at a dead end. All of their clues had led nowhere, and their leads were exhausted.
They still had no idea who was responsible for the murder. They finally gave it up, returning to more important matters.
Maxi was laid to rest, being given a grand funeral.

This had all taken place about two months ago, before the start of the Indigo League. Ash battled hard, finishing in the top Sixteen.
He had been disappointed, though, when he didn’t make it to the sixth round. He learned, however, that winning wasn’t always everything. He would just have to try harder next time around.
Ash, and his friends were now heading for new adventures, new challenges. Challenges that would help them, and their Pokemon, grow stronger.

“I think you’re doing fine without me,” Ash answered Misty.

“Besides,” he added, “I’m feeling too weak to work, because I’m starving!”

He leaned against the folded picnic table, to emphasize his point.
Misty groaned in disgust.

“You’re always hungry,” she told him, “Your stomach is more important to you than getting to Valencia Island, on time.”

“I am not always hungry,” he retorted, “And I do care about getting to Valencia Island.”

His stomach gave a loud grumble, then.

“Can we eat first, though?” he asked her, whining.

Misty rolled her eyes.

“I rest my case,” she said, simply.

Ash glared at her.

“Guys, just chill out,” Brock spoke up, irritably, tired of being the referee, “We’ll eat, and still have plenty of time to get to Valencia.”

“This may cheer you up, Ash,” he added, a little calmer, “I’m making us my famous lazy-boy, no-chew stew.”

“That sounds great, Brock,” Ash answered, cheerfully.

Brock started about making preparations for the stew. He made a small fire, making sure to put stones around its perimeter.
He, then, went to his backpack. Producing a small stew kettle, with metal supports. He set it down over the fire, the kettle suspended above it.

He, then, poured in fresh water that was taken from a nearby stream. It came to a boil a few minutes later, beginning to start bubbling.
After another minute later, Brock began adding freshly chopped vegetables, minus carrots. Misty didn’t particularly care for them.

He let them simmer a bit, before adding the stew meat.
Producing a wooden spoon, he began slowly stirring the mixture. The stew soon began cooking, giving off a tantalizing aroma.

“Mmm,” Misty remarked, “That smells great, Brock.”

“It sure does,” Ash agreed, his mouth watering.

“Pikachu?!”(What smells so great?!) Pikachu suddenly chimed in, excitedly.

He had been exploring the picnic grounds, taking Togepi with him. They were now returning, following the delicious scent of the stew.
Pikachu ran towards the picnic table. Taking a flying leap, he landed on top near Ash. Ash put a hand on Pikachu’s head, ruffling his fur.
Pikachu quickly darted out from under his hand, not wanting it to get messed up.

“Pikachu,”(Don’t do that) he scolded him.

“Sorry,” Ash replied, smiling.

“Did you, and Togepi have fun?” he asked.

“Pika!”(Yes, we did!) Pikachu answered, cheerfully.

“Pi, pika?”(By the way, when’s lunch?) he asked.

Ash gave a small chuckle.

“It’ll be ready soon, Pikachu,” he replied, “I’m hungry too, but we have to wait first.”

“Why don’t you go play with Togepi, until it’s ready,” he suggested.

Pikachu sighed with frustration, not happy with the delay.

“Pika pi,”(Ok, I will) he agreed, reluctantly.

He looked past Ash, then, seeing Togepi.
It was heading towards the edge of the cliff, not even watching where it was going.

“Pikachu!”(Togepi, look out!) Pikachu cried, in alarm.

He leaped down from the table, running after Togepi. He skidded to a stop near it, intent on steering it the other way. Suddenly, Togepi changed direction, and began walking away from the cliff.
Pikachu started to go after it, but lost his footing on the slippery grass. He fell over the edge, landing on a separate piece of the cliff below.
He sighed in relief, glad he hadn’t fallen to his doom.

‘Dammit, Togepi,’ he thought, irritably, ‘Are you trying to get me killed, or what?’

He leaped onto the side of the cliff, then, scrambling back up.
When he reached the top, he found Togepi waiting for him, babbling happily at his return.

“Nice to see you, too,” Pikachu grumbled, sarcastically.

Togepi only babbled in reply, starting to run in circles.
It wanted to play tag.

“Fine,” Pikachu told it, exasperated.

He started chasing after Togepi, who thought it to be great fun.
Suddenly, his ears picked up a sound, and he stopped. Togepi stopped also, wondering why Pikachu had stopped.
He had heard footsteps, approaching the picnic site.

Togepi heard the footsteps as well.
It trilled nervously, and began running to the picnic table, in the comfort of Misty’s arms.

“Pika, Pikachu!”(Ash, there’s someone coming!) Pikachu called a warning to him.

He ran back to the picnic table, leaping atop it. He had to protect his master from this strange visitor.
Ash turned his head, to look at what Pikachu had alerted him about. His eyes catching the sight of a strangely dressed man.
He was dressed in dark blue knee shorts, with a black belt. His chest was bare, with only a yellow-orange vest covering it. Attached to the front of the vest were two Pokeballs. He wore a red kerchief on his head, with a skull and crossbones design.
On his feet were black canvas slip-ons. He had a gold, hoop-shaped, earring in his right ear lope.
He appeared to resemble a pirate.

“I’m looking for an Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town,” he addressed the group, “Ya know him?”

“Yes,” Ash answered, “That’s me.”

“Let’s have a battle, then,” the man challenged, taking a Pokeball off his vest, “That is, if you’re not chicken.”

“Ha,” Ash replied, standing up, “I’m afraid it’s the other way around. You’ll be one who’s chicken, after you see how strong I am.”

His hand went to his belt, plucking off a Pokeball.
He enlarged it, throwing it into the air.

“I choose you, Bulbasaur!” he cried, calling out the Plant Pokemon.

In a brilliant flash of light, the Pokeball flew open. Bulbasaur materializing, on the ground, seconds later.
The Pokeball returned to Ash, catching it in his hand.

“Bulbasaur,” Bulbasaur said, ready to battle.

“Huh,” the man replied, scornfully, “You sure you want to battle with this one? He doesn’t look like he’ll survive the first minute.”

“Bulba,” Bulbasaur growled, angrily.

“Bulbasaur may be small, but he can really pack a punch,” Ash spoke up, defending him.

“Saur,” Bulbasaur agreed, happily.

“Suit yourself,” the man answered, throwing his enlarged Pokeball.

“Donphan, I choose you!” he called out.

The Pokeball opened, releasing Donphan.
It materialized in front of its master, giving a battle grunt.

“Ash,” Misty suddenly piped up, “I thought you said you were too weak to work.”

He shrugged, looking over his shoulder at her.

“Maybe so,” he replied, “But Pokemon battles aren’t work.”

She groaned in exasperation.

“His mouth is sure working all right,” Brock remarked, quietly.

“Donphan, use Roll Out,” the man ordered it.

“Don,” it answered, starting to roll into a ball.

It took off, racing across the ground towards Bulbasaur. Giving Bulbasaur no time to retaliate, or dodge.
Donphan slammed into him, throwing him to the ground.

Turning a sharp corner, Donphan dug in, kicking up dirt behind it.
The dirt flew up into Ash’s face, blinding him temporarily. He couldn’t see to tell Bulbasuar what to do, so the Plant Pokemon was on his own.
Donphan picked up speed as it, again, rammed into Bulbasaur. Sending him flying up into the air.

Bulbasaur, who had had enough, began collecting the sun’s light into his bulb. The light glittered, and sparkled, as it began intensifying. Bulbasaur returned to Earth, landing on his feet.
Donphan had already reached the other side, back to its master.

“GO!” the trainer commanded.

Donphan began rolling again, picking up speed. Suddenly, it was hit hard, by an oncoming solar beam.
It knocked Donphan off its feet, sending it crashing to the ground. Seconds later, it was unconscious, unable to continue the match.
The man clenched his teeth in anger, tightly clutching his Pokeball.

“Donphan, return!” he said, calling it back.

“Way to go, Bulbasaur!” Ash cheered, running over to him.

Ash stopped near him, kneeling down to pet his head.

“You did great,” he told him.

“Bulba,” Bulbasaur answered, closing his eyes in content.

Little did the happy pair realize, that their victory had been witnessed, by an unknown being.

“You’re pretty good,” the trainer commented Ash, “But I’m better.”

He reached for another Pokeball, enlarging it.

“I choose you, Machamp!” he cried, throwing the ball.

The Pokeball broke open, spilling out Machamp.
It appeared next to its master, flexing all four of its arms.

“Machamp, huh,” Ash mused, a loud, “Looks like a job for Squirtle.”

He grabbed Squirtle’s ball off his belt, pushing its button.

“Squirtle!” he called, “I choose you!”

He threw the ball, immediately popping open.
Revealing the Turtle Pokemon, seconds later.

“Squirtle,” he said.

Seeing his opponent, he tensed his body, ready for battle.

“Machamp, use your Mega Punch!” the pirate trainer ordered.

“Squirtle, dodge it!” Ash commanded him, immediately after.

Machamp went after Squirtle, using Mega Punch. Squirtle successfully dodged it by darting behind Machamp, but was suddenly knocked to the ground. As Machamp’s Low Kick side swiped him.
Machamp, then, turned around, and used another Mega Punch. This time, Squirtle just barely managing to escape it.
He came around front, standing a short distance from the Fighting Pokemon.

“Squirtle, quick, use your Bubble!” Ash called to him.

Squirtle opened his mouth wide, inhaling deeply. A few seconds later, releasing a powerful Bubble.
The tiny bubbles flew towards Machamp’s head, bursting upon contact. They mercilessly punched at its head, rendering it unconscious. The Pokemon fell to the ground with a loud crash, its heavy body creating a slight tremble.
The trainer threw his hands down in rage, clenching them into fists.

“Dammit!” he yelled, furiously, “That was my best Pokemon!”

He immediately recalled the Fighting Pokemon, putting its ball away.

“Whoo hoo!” Ash cried, celebrating, “That was awesome, Squirtle!”

He threw open his arms, letting the Turtle Pokemon leap into them.
Ash began laughing as he held him up, as if showing the whole world how great his Pokemon was. Squirtle closed his eyes in delight, happy at seeing his master so proud of him.
The boy, and his Pokemon were, again, being watched by the same unknown person.

“These Pokemon won’t be so easy!” the trainer suddenly shouted at Ash, throwing out three Pokeballs.

A Venemoth, a Golem, and a Pinsir appeared, all ready for battle.
Ash set Squirtle down, motioning to Pikachu.

“Ready?” he asked him.

“Pika!”( Always!) he answered, leaping onto Ash’s shoulder.

“Get them!” the trainer commanded his Pokemon.

The Pokemon lunged at Ash, and Pikachu, intent on making short work of them.

“Pikachu, Thundershock!” Ash ordered, quickly.

Pikachu took a flying leap, his cheeks beginning to spark.

“Pika.......... chu!” he cried, releasing thousands of bolts of electricity.

They descended upon the rampaging Pokemon, shocking them into unconsciousness. They fell to the ground, burnt beyond recognition.

“Oh, shit!” the trainer cursed, recalling his severely beaten Pokemon.

“We did it, Pikachu!” Ash shouted, jumping in the air.

“Pika!”(We sure did!) Pikachu cried.

The now defeated trainer walked away, muttering curses under his breath.
Pikachu leaped onto Ash’s shoulder, jumping across to the other. Then, playfully started leaping about him, Ash laughing all the while.

“Hmm, what a truly shocking ending,” Misty remarked, watching them play.

“What’s so shocking is seeing Ash move so fast, despite his so-called weakened state,” Brock replied.

Ash raced over to the table, with Pikachu on his heels. Bulbasaur, and Squirtle following closely behind.
Brock was busily dishing the now cooked stew into bowls. Misty setting them on the table, at each place.
She also placed a small loaf of bread beside the bowls.

Ash began getting his Pokemon something to eat, producing Pokechow from Brock’s backpack.
He filled three dishes full, setting two on the ground.

“Here you go, guys,” he told Squirtle, and Bulbasaur, “Dig in.”

They were more than happy to begin eating.

“Here you are, Pikachu,” Ash said to him, setting the remaining dish on the table, “You deserve it.”

Pikachu leaped onto the table, sitting down on its top. He grabbed a piece of food, and happily began munching on it.
Ash sat down at the table, as did Misty and Brock. They, too, began eating.
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On a cliff, high above them, three figures were watching the little group. One was a teenage girl with long, fuchsia red hair, and blue eyes.
She wore a white Team Rocket’s outfit. Consisting of a short-length top, which left her midriff bare, and a tight mini-skirt.
She also wore tight, black leather gloves, extending past her elbows. Plus, tight, black leather, thigh-high, boots with heels.
A pair of bright, round, green earrings completed the ensemble.

Her name was Jessie.

The second figure was a teenage boy, also wearing a Team Rocket outfit. He had short, shoulder-length, blue hair, and green eyes.
His uniform consisted of a long shirt, and long pants. He, too, had black leather gloves, and boots.
The only difference between his, and Jessie’s was his were much shorter. His gloves only reaching to the middle of his forearm, and his boots were ankle-length, with no heel. His name was James.

The third figure was a Pokemon, a Meowth.
However, this was no ordinary Meowth, for he had the ability to speak in human language.

They each had a pair of binoculars, and were focusing them on Ash&co.

“Add up that victory to Pikachu’s charge account,” James remarked to Jessie.

“Will do,” she replied, filing the information away in her mind.

“Jessie, I’m starving,” Meowth suddenly told her, complaining.

“I can whip us up something,” she said, producing a frying pan from behind her back.

“Thanks, but no thanks,” Meowth replied, refusing her offer, “You eliminated eight of my nine lives last time, and I intend on keeping this one.”

They all groaned with despair, Jessie tucking the frying pan away.
They continued watching Ash, and his friends.
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Ash was eating hungrily, taking big bites of his stew.
Misty pinched off a small piece of her bread, feeding it to Togepi. Togepi chewed the piece, and swallowed it, happily trilling for more afterwards. Misty gave a light chuckle, breaking off another piece.
The other Pokemon were busily enjoying their food, as well.

Unbeknownst to them, the little group was being watched, by an unknown being. *************************

Up above, a Fearow was flying around the picnic site.
A tiny, surveillance camera, strapped to its neck, zooming in on it.

Somewhere across the sea, on a tiny island, two people were witnessing Ash&co.’s every move. They sat on a throne together, high above in a tower of their palace.
One person was a young girl, dressed in a long evening gown. She sat in the other’s lap, her head resting against his chest.
He had his leg intertwined around hers, occasionally playing with her bare foot.

He seems to be a worthy adversary, the girl remarked, softly, to her companion.

Yes, he does, my love, he agreed, quietly, waving his arm.

A third figure suddenly appeared next to them, dressed in a medieval gown.
The hat she wore covered her entire head, with only her face visible.

She gave a small curtsey.

“Shall I send them an invitation?” she asked, in monotone, straightening again.

Yes, you shall, he answered, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

“As you wish, master,” she replied, giving a final curtsey.

She walked away, leaving her master and mistress alone together.
The two shared a passionate kiss on the lips. Gently breaking off, a minute later, they continued watching the screens.
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The medievally dressed woman walked down a short corridor, before reaching a small room. She opened its door, revealing a tiny office.
Inside the little room was a small desk. On this desk, arranged in neat stacks, were hundreds of handwritten postcards.
They only had two words written on them, yes and no.

Beside these, were the invitations. They were flat, rectangular, holographic discs. Containing her image, in which she “personally” invited each chosen trainer.
She picked one up, along with a postcard.

A tote bag was hanging on a peg, in the wall, near her. She walked over to it, and took it down, opening it to reveal its contents.
Inside it was an ink pen, and a black Pokeball. She took the ball out of the bag, holding it in her hand.

“You are needed, Dragonite,” she said, speaking to the ball.

The Pokeball opened, revealing the large Dragon Pokemon.
It gave her a questioning grunt.

“You must take this to the trainer that the master has chosen,” she told it, slipping the invitations into the bag.

She affixed the tote bag onto Dragonite’s shoulder.
Then, walking over to a large window, she pushed out its shutters. A cool, ocean, breeze ruffling her dress.

“Go, now,” she ordered Dragonite, stepping to the side, “And be quick with you.”

Dragonite gave a grunting reply, walking to the window. It stepped onto a ledge, spreading its wings wide.
With a short flap of them, it took to the air. Beginning to fly out over the ocean.
Beating its wings a few more times, it, then, shot off like a rocket. Speeding towards the cliff where Ash, and his friends were.

A few minutes later, it reached the cliff, circling fast around near Team Rocket. Which caught them off guard, surprising the shit out them.
The wind created by Dragonite’s wings, threw them off balance, knocking them flat to the ground.

“What in the hell was that?” James asked Jessie.

“I don’t know, James,” she replied, truthfully, “It looked like some kind of Pokemon.”

By now, Dragonite was flying over the little picnic, upsetting everything in its path.

“Whaa!” Ash gave a startled yelp, as he was flipped out of his chair.

He crashed to the ground, as did Misty and Brock. The peaceful lunch had been rudely disrupted, leaving everything an absolute wreck.
Dragonite, having overshot its target, slowed down, and glided back to them.

After recalling Squirtle, and Bulbasaur, Ash got to his feet. He ran over to the Dragon Pokemon, who had landed near him.
He was quickly followed by Misty, and Brock. Pikachu, and Togepi, rushing right behind them.
The little group gathered near Dragonite, a bit peeved at it for destroying their lunch.

Dragonite gave a small bow of its head, as if in apology.
It, then, reached into the tote bag on its shoulder. Pulling out the invitation, and handing it to Ash.

He took the flat disc in his hands ,wondering what it could be for. He unsheathed it, and in a flash of light, a figure of a woman appeared.
The group stared in wonderment, as the strangely dressed woman gave a small curtsey.

“Greetings, future Pokemon masters,” she began, “I bear an invitation.”

“She may be small, but she’s really cute,” Brock commented, suddenly.

“Shh!” Misty shushed him.

“You have been selected,” the holograph continued, “To attend a special gathering of worthy Pokemon trainers, such as yourselves. It is to be hosted by my master, and his mistress, at their palace on New Island.”

The woman disappeared, a map taking her place.

“A chartered ferry at Old Shore Wharf will take you to the island this afternoon,” the woman’s voice said, “If you decide on attending, please indicate your wish on the postcard.”

The map disappeared, revealing the woman once again.

“My master, and mistress awaits you,” she told them.

She gave a final curtsey, and then, disappearing all together.
For a minute, Ash, Misty, and Brock stared at the now silent disc.

“Does that thing have rewind?” Brock asked, suddenly, breaking the silence.

Ash ignored him, and resheathed the disc, slipping it into his back pocket.

“Where’s that postcard?” he demanded, afterwards.

Pikachu had it, grabbing it after it had fallen to the ground. He was gnawing on it curiously, wondering if it was edible.
Finding out that it wasn’t, he brought it over to Ash. Misty taking it instead.

“Here it is,” she told Ash, holding out the postcard.

He took it from her quickly, nearly snatching it out of her hand.
He studied the card carefully, seeing the two choices.

“I’m saying “Yes,” he informed them.

“You would,” Misty remarked, disdainfully, annoyed at him for taking it away so forcibly.

Ash ignored her, beginning to search for a pen. He found one, in his jacket pocket. He uncapped it, making a neat check mark in the “Yes” block.
Recapping the pen, he stuck it back in his pocket. Then, handing the postcard to Dragonite.

Dragonite took the postcard, slipping it into the tote bag.
It gave Ash a pleased grunt, and with a single beat of its wings, it took off. Creating a small storm of dust behind it.

It was beginning to head back to the palace, when it was suddenly stopped cold, by a frying pan.
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Jessie was holding the frying pan in her hands, pushing it against Dragonite’s head. James, and Meowth behind her, trying to help hold Dragonite back.

“We want to know what’s so great about the twerps’ special delivery,” Jessie informed Dragonite.

The postcard, then, floated out of the tote bag. Landing on the grass.
They all looked down curiously at it.

“What’s the “Yes” for?” James questioned.

“Must be for some party,” Meowth answered him, “Maybe there’s food at it.”

At the mention of food, all of their faces brightened.

“Then, we’ve got to go there,” Jessie told them, “Because if the twerps are going, it must be something big.”

Dragonite, irritated at its sudden stop, lashed his tail out at Team Rocket.
It slammed against them, sending them flying into the air.

“Team Rocket’s blasting off again!!” they screamed, disappearing into oblivion. *************************

Dragonite snorted with disgust, reclaiming its property. It stuck the postcard back into its tote bag, then took off again. Flying posthaste, back to the palace. Within a few minutes, it began approaching the island.
The window had been left open for it, and Dragonite glided right inside the palace.
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The woman was waiting for it, when it returned. She automatically went to Dragonite’s shoulder, slipping off the tote bag.
She fished out Ash’s postcard, seeing his decision.

“Excellent work,” she told Dragonite, picking up its Pokeball, “Return, now.”

In a beam of red light, Dragonite was pulled back into its ball, leaving the outside world. She placed the ball on the desk, along with the postcard.
She hung the tote bag back on its peg. Then, walked over to the window, closing its shutters tightly.

She left the small office, a minute later, closing its door behind her. She began walking down the short corridor, back to the tower room.
She found the door was closed, but when she approached, it slowly began opening. When it stopped moving, a few seconds later, she stepped inside.

The two people were still sitting on the throne, the girl on her companion’s lap. They were just as the woman had left them, except they were kissing. Oblivious to her, or so it seemed.
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They had noticed her arrival, but were not discontinuing with their actions.

Yes? the male questioned her.

“Forgive me, my lord,” she began, curtseying, “But I must inform you that the trainers you requested have all received their invitations, and returned their responses. They all wish to come.”

Excellent, he replied, sounding pleased, You have done well, and you may return to your quarters.

“As you wish, master,” she answered, with a small curtsey.

She walked out of the tower room, the door closing upon her exit.
Both him, and the girl stopped kissing, a minute later. She laid her head against his chest, nestling in his fur.
He began caressing her cheek with his hand.

Now comes the fun part, he told her, with a mischievous grin, Separating the weak from the strong.

She smiled, knowing what his intentions were for these trainers. It would be pure luck if any one of them made it.
The video screens suddenly changed, showing a beautiful view of the ocean outside. The sky was a pale, bright, blue with a few white clouds scattered about. The sun was shining brilliantly, making the ocean’s surface glitter.
It was a beautiful afternoon, too beautiful to make anyone suspect something was brewing.

Seems almost a shame to ruin such a perfect day, he remarked to her.

Raising his right arm, he slowly began circling it around, his hand generating Psychic energy.
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Outside, the wind started picking up, blowing around the clouds. Darker, more ominous, clouds began taking the place of the white ones.
The sea began churning, the waves becoming higher.

The once blue sky was now a dark black mass, the sun’s light being non-existent. Lightning ripped across it, a roll of thunder following soon after.
Rain began pouring down in fast, angry, sheets. Pounding on the pavement in hard splatters.

Caught in the storm, Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu, began running to the dry comforts of the sea wharf.
The storm had come on them so suddenly, they hadn’t had the time to find adequate shelter.

“Where did this storm come from?!” Ash asked, over the roar of the rain.

“Quit wasting your breath talking, and keep running!” Misty shouted.

Ash did as he was told, and kept his mouth shut. The wharf was coming into view, which made them run faster.
As they crossed the bridge to it, an angry wave came crashing into the side of the land. Sending up a huge spray of water, further drenching the already soaked group.
A cold wind blew in from the sea, nearly freezing them.

‘Great, we’re all going to get pneumonia,’ Misty thought, disgusted.

They bursted in through the wharf’s automatic sliding doors, about a few seconds later.
They stood there, inside the wharf, dripping water from head to toe.

“Ugh, what a storm,” Brock commented, “I can’t believe how fast it came up.”

“Yeah, it’s really weird,” Misty answered, “It just came out of nowhere.”

“Well, I’m just glad we’re out of it,” Ash replied, brushing off the excess water on his clothes.

He was suddenly hit by a spray of water, Pikachu shaking the water off of him.

“Ahhh!” Ash cried out, “Pikachu!”

“Pika pi,”(I’m sorry) he answered, apologetically.

“I was just starting to dry out,” Ash complained.

After brushing the water off, yet again, he caught sight of his surroundings. The entire building was jammed packed with trainers, and their Pokemon.
A Kingler, and a Raticate were facing one another, ready to battle. Both angry at the other for invading each other’s space.
Their trainers were busy trying to reason with them, to keep them from fighting.

One trainer had a Nidorino, and was feeding it Pokechow. Another had a Spearow, constantly screeching out its name.
Various other trainers were sitting on benches, and chairs. Some were even asleep.

“May I have your attention, please!” a voice suddenly shouted.

The room became quiet, beginning to listen to the voice.

“I am sorry,” it continued, “But the ferry has been canceled. There will be no more trips to New Island today.”

“What?!” Ash said, in disbelief.

He began running to the front of the room, putting him closer to source of the voice. It was Officer Jenny, and she was standing in front of the doors leading to the ferry.
Another woman stood beside her, the harbor master. She had shoulder-length blue hair, and was wearing a blue, two piece, suit.

Ash squeezed through the crowd of people, emerging out in front.
He heard them complaining as well, about the unfortunate cancellation.

“But I’ve got to get New Island,” a girl with short brown hair protested.

Other people began expressing their complaints, as well.

“It’s not safe for you to travel there,” Officer Jenny replied.

“The harbor master thinks this is the worst storm ever,” she added, gesturing to the woman beside her.

“Have you ever heard of the “Winds of Waters?” she asked, in a thick Spanish accent.

Confused murmurs began ringing throughout the room.
Just what in the hell was that?

“It was a deadly storm,” the harbor master continued, “That wiped out the Pokemon. Only the surviving Pokemon’s tears revived them.”

“However, there are no tears today,” she added, “Only dangerous waters, in which no one can survive.”

“So, there’s your reason why the ferry is canceled,” Officer Jenny told them.

“I’m going to New Island anyway,” a boy with spiky, brown hair boldly spoke up, “All of my Pokemon are Water types.”

“You will do no such thing,” Officer Jenny answered, sternly, “If your Pokemon were to get injured, you’d be out of luck. Because the Pokemon Centre is shut down.”

“Why is that?” Ash suddenly asked her, curiously.

“The nurse disappeared last month,” she replied, in a calmer tone.

“If any of you know of her whereabouts, please contact the police,” Jenny added, all business, “There’s a picture of her over there, on the wall.”

She pointed in the direction of a far away corner, where a missing persons flyer was taped. Brock began walking over to it, seeing the picture.
Her face seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t place where he’d seen her.

“Hey!” Officer Jenny suddenly shouted, shattering his thoughts, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

The boy who had spoken out, earlier, was pushing his way past Officer Jenny. He threw open the wharf doors, and began running out through them.
Seeing her chance, the brown-haired girl ran forward also, dashing outside. A tall, black-haired boy followed closely behind, pulling out a Pokeball in his rapid flight.
For a minute, Officer Jenny was too stunned to react, finding herself frozen to the spot. She quickly, though, regained her senses. Darting out the doors, in hot pursuit.

“You get back here!” she yelled, at the trainers, as she ran.

Suddenly, her shoe slipped on the wet pavement, causing her to stumble.

“Dammit!” she swore, angrily, “Curse these god-forsaken heels!”

She began running again, though at a slower pace.
The first boy had reached the end of the dock by now, and was standing near the edge, a Pokeball in his hand.

“Gyarados, I choose you!” he cried, throwing the ball into the water.

The ball flew open, depositing the Water Dragon Pokemon in the ocean.
The boy caught his returning Pokeball in his hand, tucking it away. He, then, jumped onto Gyarados’ back.

“Yaah!” he yelled, signaling it to go.

Gyarados roared in reply, beginning to swim out to sea. The brown-haired girl was not far behind them, having called out her Dewgong.
The black-haired boy, however, was just making it to the end of the dock.

“Pidgeot, go!” he shouted, throwing his Pokeball.

The huge Bird Pokemon materialized, spreading its wings to their full extent.
The boy hopped onto its back, just as Officer Jenny came running up.

“Go, Pidgeot! Fly!” the trainer ordered, quickly.

Pidgeot gave a deafening screech, flapping its wings.
It took off, soaring fast over the sea.

“Come back here!” Officer Jenny called out, “Or I swear I’ll place you under arrest!”

She stopped running, before reaching the dock’s edge.

“Let them go,” a voice behind her suddenly told her.

“Huh?!” Jenny replied, in disbelief, turning around.

In doing so, her hat was suddenly snatched away off her head, gone with the wind.

“Ohhh!” she groaned, with frustration.

The wind was blowing her loose green hair, whipping it across her face.
She saw the harbor master, standing beside her. Her locks of blue hair billowing behind her.

“Some trainers are not afraid of challenges,” she said, “They follow what’s in their hearts, and that makes them Pokemon masters.”

“Hmm,” Jenny replied, distractedly, staring out across the water.

Further along the dock, Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu, were all standing near the edge.
The wind ruffling Ash’s unkempt hair, his jacket blowing around him.

“We got to get to that island,” he announced, with determination, clenching his hand into a fist.

“How?” Misty questioned him, “How are we going to get there? None of us have strong Water Pokemon. They’ll be crushed with waves like this.”

“Ohh,” Ash answered, with despair.

He sighed heavily with disappointment, lowering his head down.

“Maybe you’re right,” he mumbled.

He, then, heard a light swishing of water. He looked up, seeing an oddly built boat. It appeared to be some sort of a Vikings boat, with a Meowth figurehead.
The boat stopped in front of the group, revealing two strangely dressed figures. They, too, resembled of Viking.

“You vant to cross, maybe?” the one with red hair addressed them, in a Scandinavian accent, “Ve can take you. Us Vikings are accustomed to big vaves.”

“I don’t know what you just said,” Ash answered, with a confused look, “But if you’re asking us to ride in your boat, then definitely.”

He climbed into the strange vessel, Pikachu hopping in with him.
Brock, and Misty followed, shortly after. Making themselves comfortable as much as possible on the hard benches.
Ash sat down on a bench behind them, with Pikachu next to him.

“Pikachu,”(This seat is hard) he complained, softly.

“You want to sit on my shoulder, instead?” Ash offered him, quietly.

“Pika pi,”(No. If you can do it, so can I) he answered.

Ash smiled, tussling Pikachu’s fur on his head.

“Pika,”(Quit that) he told him, although he was smiling.

The two Vikings began rowing, and the boat lurched slightly.
The going was rough, and somewhat slow. Huge swells constantly crashed into them, rocking the little boat violently.
At times, it seemed as if they were going to overturn, but they always managed to come through.

As they were going across a seemingly calm stretch, a wave suddenly began to crest. Its size grew rapidly, heading straight for the little boat.
Everyone stared at the wall of water, realizing it was too late to avoid it. It descended upon them, engulfing the entire boat in water.
Miraculously, the wooden boat stayed intact, and was still floating on the surface afterwards. However, the bottom was filled with ankle deep water.

The wave had scattered its passengers, the Vikings now lying in the boat. The Meowth figurehead was with them, as well.
Their clothes were stripped clean, revealing their true identities.

“Team Rocket?!” Misty cried, flabbergasted.

“I knew there was something fishy going on, besides the way they smell!” Brock exclaimed.

“Hmph, Prepare for Trouble,” Jessie began.

“Make it Double,” James finished.

“Forget that!” Meowth shouted, “We’ve got to.......!”

He was suddenly cut off, as another swell came crashing into the boat. This time, the little boat overturned, throwing them all into the cold sea.
Beneath the surface, Misty hurriedly reached for a Pokeball, calling out Staryu.

“Hyahh!” the Starfish Pokemon cried, as it materialized in the water.

Noticing its trainer was in trouble, it quickly swam to her aide. Misty grabbed two appendages, tightly holding on.
Staryu began swimming upwards, breaking the surface seconds later. Misty gasped, taking a deep breath of air.
Brock doing the same.

On her way up, she had spotted him being tossed about in the surf, plunging under soon after. She had grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him over to her.
They were now clinging onto Staryu for dear life, the waves throwing them around.

“Where’s Ash?!” Brock asked her, shouting over the din.

“I don’t know!” she yelled back.

They were suddenly forced under, by an oncoming wave. Beneath the surface, again, they spotted Ash, and Pikachu making their way up on Squirtle.
Misty stretched out her arm, reaching for his hand. Ash grabbed it, and held on.
Together, they broke the surface, a few seconds later, gasping for air.

“Stay together!” Ash told them, as they bobbed in the surf, “It’s our only chance!”

They were, again, forced underwater. This time, staying under, making it easier to swim. Staryu, and Squirtle assisted, by helping them along.
Soon, though, they started running out of air, and resurfacing was direly needed. Squirtle, sensing his master’s distress, signaled to Staryu to swim upwards.
They didn’t think they were going to make it, until their heads suddenly broke the surface.

Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu all took deep breaths of air.
They were expecting to be bombarded with waves, but instead, found themselves in calm waters. Confused, they all looked up at the sky, gasping in surprise.
It was clear, and bright with stars. Meaning night had set in.
They stared in amazement at the wall of clouds, slowly circling around them.

“Pi?”(Uh, Ash?) Pikachu suddenly spoke, slowly, tugging on his master’s sleeve, “Pika pikachu.”(You’d better have a look at this.)

“What’s wrong, Pikachu?” Ash asked him, turning to face the little mouse.

He caught sight of a large building, feeling his mouth drop open.

“Oh my god,” he whispered, in astonishment.

“Ash, is there something wrong?” Misty inquired, turning to look at him.

“Holy shit,” she said, softly.

“Hey, what are you three staring at?” Brock asked, turning around as well.

His eyes suddenly began growing wide with shock, and amazement.

“What in the hell?!” he exclaimed, quietly.

Before them, stood the most majestic, and mysterious, palace they ever laid their eyes upon.

“It’s like a castle,” Misty remarked, in awe.

“This must be the New Island Palace,” Ash mused, aloud, “Which means, we made it!”

He gave a whoop of joy, smacking his palm against the water.
Sending up a small spray of water, showering it onto his friends.

“Hey!” Misty cried out, shying away, “We’re wet enough already!”

“Sorry,” Ash replied.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” he added, “Let’s go!”

With Pikachu on his shoulder, he, and Squirtle, began swimming towards the island.

“Ash, wait up!” Misty called to him, starting to swim as well.

Still clinging to Staryu, her, and Brock followed him, trying to catch up. They were soon swimming alongside each other, slowly making their way to the island.
A faint glow suddenly appeared in front them, piercing the darkness, and they began heading towards its source. As they drew nearer, the glow became brighter, lighting the surrounding area.

The little group could see that they were approaching a wooden dock, in a cavern underneath the island. They could also see a strangely dressed woman, who was holding a lantern in her right hand.
She was standing near the edge of the dock, waiting for them. As if someone knew they, specifically, were coming.

A minute later, they reached the dock, and began hoisting themselves out of the water onto it.
Ash, and Misty immediately recalled their Pokemon, tucking away their balls. Then, they both stood up on their feet, as did Brock.

Pulling off her backpack, Misty reached inside it, and began lifting out Togepi.
She had kept it there for safekeeping, fearing it might get hurt.

“Togepri,” Togepi trilled, unhappily.

It didn’t like being cooped up in her backpack for so long.

“I’m sorry, Togepi,” Misty apologized, slipping the backpack on her shoulder.

She tenderly cradled the Egg Pokemon in her arms, soothing it.

“Welcome to New Island,” a voice suddenly spoke, in a monotone, startling the group.

They turned around to face the woman with them.
Her expressionless eyes staring almost right through them.

“My master, and mistress send you their greetings,” she continued.

“If you will, please present your invitation,” she added.

Ash began searching for it, reaching into his back pocket.
He felt the flat disc touch his hand, slipping it out.

“Here it is, Miss,” he told her, holding out his arm.

The hologram activated in his outstretched hand, projecting the figure of the same woman.

“The bearers of this invitation may be admitted to New Island,” it stated.

The hologram disappeared, shortly after. Ash replacing it into his back pocket.

“I knew I recognized you,” Brock declared, suddenly, “Aren’t you the same nurse who’s missing from the Pokemon Centre?”

“I’m afraid you’re mistaken,” the woman replied, “I have always lived here, and have always been in the service of my master and mistress.”

“Now, please, follow me,” she told them, starting to walk away.

They stood there for a minute, watching her walk inside the cavern.
Then, realizing she wasn’t going to wait for them, began quickly following her.
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Humans are more pathetic than I first thought, he remarked to her.

No matter, he added, quickly dismissing the subject, These have proven their worth, and we shall see to it that they are properly entertained.

He gave the girl a soft, passionate, kiss on her lips. Gently breaking off, afterwards. He gazed at her lovingly, beginning to delicately stroke her cheek with his hand.

I love you, he whispered, softly, I will make them see that, as well.

She smiled, nestling her head in his fur.
He moved his hand to her hair, gently running his fingers through it.

They cannot separate us, he told her, quietly, If one so much as tries, I will see to it that they shall perish, before their task for us is done.
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“How much further until we reach the top?” Ash mumbled to himself, wearily.

He, Misty, and Brock were in the midst of climbing a flight of stone stairs, to reach the palace on the island’s surface. The stairs seemed to be never ending, escalating up into oblivion.
Not only did they stretch on forever, but they were also incredibly steep. Their legs were definitely getting a workout, after having traveled on flat roads for so long.
Pikachu, however, was riding on top of Ash’s head, and was being spared from the agonization.

Just when Ash thought he was going to collapse from exhaustion, the stairs abruptly came to a halt. Giving way to a small archway, emerging out onto a wide balcony.
In which, he found himself standing in front of the palace entrance. Staring at the largest doors he had ever seen.

“Whoa,” he heard Misty say, in awe, under her breath.

Indeed, they were astounding. Ash couldn’t imagine why anyone would want such gigantic doors. It would be hell to open them.
As if on cue, the doors suddenly gave way, slowly opening inwards. They creaked slightly, sending a shiver up his spine.
For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling about this place.

A few seconds later, the doors stopped moving, a dull bang resounding throughout. The woman began walking inside the palace, the group following her hesitantly. As they entered the main hall, they were suddenly taken aback, by its beautiful decor.
Ash had never known such beauty existed, in such a vibrant way.

The colors were overwhelming his senses, causing him to blink his eyes repeatedly from the blinding glare. Light bounced off the walls, and floor, reflecting off their glass-like surfaces.
In front of the group, was a huge banquet table. In which, three trainers were seated around it in its chairs.
A basket of fruit, and a few goblets, was resting on the table’s top.

Ash, though, was only noticing the lack of trainers.
Where were the others?

“Uh, Miss?” he addressed the woman, “Surely this can’t be all of the trainers that are coming.”

The woman half turned towards him, looking at him from over her shoulder.

“Only the trainers capable of braving the storm have proven themselves worthy, in my master’s eyes,” she answered.

“You mean, it was a test?” Brock asked her, flabbergasted.

She ignored his question, turning back around.

“Please release your Pokemon from their Pokeballs,” she told them.

“It will not be long before my master, and mistress’s intentions are clear,” she added, glancing over her shoulder to the doors.

The group, then, heard creaking behind them, and they turned around. Seeing the doors swinging back in.
A few seconds later, they connected with a muffled slam, shutting them in from the outside world.
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Clinging to the railing of the balcony, Team Rocket watched helplessly as the doors shut closed, locking them out.

“Oh, man!” James whined, with frustration, “Now we don’t know what kind of party we’re missing.”

“Well, we’ll just have to find another way in, then,” Jessie answered.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a falling motion on her right, and turned her head to investigate. She found that it was a waterfall, cascading down into the ocean. Jessie followed her eyes up along it, tracing it to its source. She, then, discovered that the waterfall led to a small opening, and into a tunnel. The tunnel running right underneath the palace, straight inside it.
She smiled, devilishly.

“There’s our ticket in,” she told James, directing his attention to the waterfall.

He looked in the direction she was referring to, and nearly gave a shriek of disbelief. Meowth also glanced towards the waterfall, his eyes widening with astonishment.

“Ohh, no,” he said, quickly, “Nah uh. There’s no way you’re making me climb up that.”

“Besides,” he added, “How do you plan on getting in, swim up it? You know I hate water.”

“Pretend you’re a catfish!” Jessie retorted.

Suddenly, she felt something tickle her on the back of her neck, turning her head around quickly. To her surprise, she found absolutely nothing behind her.
She became confused, knowing that something had definitely touched her.

“Is something wrong, Jessie?” James asked her, suddenly, startling her from her thoughts.

She turned her head back around, seeing the concerned expression on his face.

“Uh, no,” she replied, quickly, “Now, come on, let’s go.”

She began inching forward along the edge of the balcony, holding onto the railing tightly.
With a heavy sigh, James started following her.

“I think this plan’s all wet,” Meowth muttered, as he began walking along the ledge after them.
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Ash, and his friends walked farther into the palace, an assortment of Pokemon tagging along behind them.
He’d chosen only Squirtle, and Bulbasaur to be let out, keeping his Charizard in its ball. The Fire Lizard Dragon was still not listening to him, and to let it out would be disastrous.

Misty had let her Psyduck out, and it was clumsily waddling behind her. Togepi was walking near her heels, trilling happily.
Brock had chosen Vulpix, and the Fire/Fox Pokemon was following alongside of him. They all approached the center of the large room, stopping near the banquet table.

“What took you guys so long?” a black-haired boy greeted them.

He was wearing a red jumpsuit, and black sneakers.
His Pidgeot stood near him, eyeing the little group curiously.

“How did you get here?” Ash asked him, avoiding the previous question.

“I flew over,” the trainer answered, proudly, “It was easy. Hurricane winds are nothing to Pidgeot.”

He gave the Bird Pokemon an affection scratch on its breast, spreading its wings in content.

“Say hello to my other Pokemon,” he told them, gesturing with his hand to a very large assortment.

The Pokemon greeted the trainers, all saying their given names.

“Mon lee.”

“Ven.”

“Scy.”

Plus, a roaring hello from a Ryhorn, and a cutting motion from a SandSlash.
Suddenly, a loud splash was heard, coming from the direction of a fountain. Ash, and his friends shifted their gazes to the fountain, spotting a Gyarados. Accompanying it was a Golduck, and a Tentacruel.
Around the fountain’s base, was a Vaporeon, and a Nidoqueen.

“Those are mine,” a voice told them.

They turned their heads, seeing another boy. He had spiky, light brown hair.
He was wearing an aqua green tank top, and dark green shorts. Plus, thick, dark red shoes.
He was slightly shorter than the other boy, and had a stockier build.

“How did you make it across?” Ash asked him.

“Oh, that was easy,” he answered, “I rode over on Gyarados’ back.”

“Wow,” Ash replied, in awe, “It must’ve been tough to train it that.”

Gyarados were known for their extremely ill tempers, and they didn’t like humans much either.

“Yeah,” the trainer drawled, nonchalantly, “Once I did, though, it obeyed.”

“You haven’t met my Pokemon,” a sweet voice intervened, suddenly, “Over there.”

Their heads turned to look for the source of the voice, seeing a girl with short brown hair. She was wearing a light cream colored suit with a light, and dark purple vest over it. On her feet, she wore plain white tennis shoes. A Pokeball, on a chain, was hanging around her neck.
She was holding out her arm, indicating the direction of her Pokemon.

A Wigglytuff, who had been by her side, began running towards the others. Ash, and his friends let their eyes wander, gazing at the girl’s Pokemon.
She had a Blastoise, a Rapidash, a Ninetails, and a Vileplume. As well as a Dewgong, who was sharing the fountain with the other Water Pokemon.
They all gave a shout of hello.

“You guys have some pretty amazing Pokemon here,” Ash commented.

The trainers smiled, but before they could answer, the whole room was suddenly plunged into darkness. The only light was the glowing of two tall, ball-shaped, lanterns. Suddenly, a shaft of ice blue light began descending, in the center of a winding staircase. Its circular base touched the floor, giving off an eerie blue glow.

Confused, all of the trainers watched as the woman began walking towards it.
She stopped before reaching the edge of a pool, located around the stairs. Which resembled more like a ramp.
She, then, turned around to face them.

“You are about to meet my master, and his mistress,” she told them, “The time has come to meet the world’s best Pokemon masters.”

Excited murmurs began ringing around the room. They couldn’t wait to see them. What were they like?
No one could prepare them, however, for what they were about to encounter.
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Ready, my angel? the male asked his companion, nudging her cheek lovingly.

She leaned in to his touch, closing her eyes in content.

You know that I always am, she replied, softly, her lips brushing against his.

They kissed, the girl feeling the electric tingling of his Psychic Power run through her. They gently broke off, a minute later, him smiling at her.

If we did not have guests to attend to, as well as a purpose, he began, I’d just as soon as spend the evening with you.

She started giggling, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

Be as it may, he continued, sighing with disappointment, We have a bit more urgent matters to attend to.

I understand, she said, quietly, Besides, we’ll soon have everything to ourselves. The world will be at our fingertips, ripe for the picking.

He stared at her, a grin starting to play on his face.

I swear, sometimes you even scare me, he told her.

She gave him a grin, playfully nudging the side of her face with his.
Their lips found each other’s, and began kissing again. They both pulled away, shortly after.

We’ve got to get focused, he remarked to her, Or we’ll never make it down there.

She bursted out laughing.

Not that it’s a bad thing, he added, grinning.

The girl’s laughter began fading a minute later, but remained smiling. She slipped her hand into his, him squeezing it gently. His tail wrapping around her waist.
He gently pulled her closer against him, until their sides were touching.

Hang on tight, he cautioned her, as they floated down through the blue light together.
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Down below, the trainers watched with awe as two figures, side by side, began gliding down through the blue light.
About a few seconds later, their feet touched the floor, with barely a sound.

“These are the rulers of New Island, and soon the whole world,” the woman introduced them, “Mewtwo, and his mistress, Ki.”

The blue light faded then, revealing a Pokemon, and a human girl at his side.
The trainers stared at them, in pure astonishment. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
Mixed emotions began running through their minds, horror being the most recurring.

It was a little difficult to tell them apart, because their colors matched one another’s. Perfectly blending them together, making them seem as one.
The only differences between them, besides species, was the girl’s long, dark brown hair. Plus, the rose colored skin of her face, and hands. Which were barely showing from under the long sleeves of her dress.
A silver locket was hanging around her neck, very conspicuous against the colors of the dress.

Her left hand was in the Pokemon’s right, him holding it tenderly. His tail was around her middle, keeping her close to him.
If not for the fact that it was a human, and a Pokemon, they would’ve found it to be rather sweet. However, this was the opposite of sweet, it was downright revolting. How in god’s name did this happen, and how far has it gone?
By the looks of it, a little too far.
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I could tell we were making quite an expression on these trainers. I could sense their shock, and disgust, as well as seeing it on their faces. I really could care less, though, about what they were thinking of us.
To further torment them, I rested my head gingerly on Mewtwo’s shoulder, giving him a loving nudge on his cheek.

He knew what I was up to, even before I started. He bent his head down to my face, our lips softly locking together.
We shared a brief, but passionate, kiss. Before gently breaking off, a minute later.
He carefully nestled his face in my hair, softly exhaling.

I loved it when he did that, always trapping his scent in my hair. It was a light, musky odor, and damn sweeter than any rose I’ve ever smelled.
It wasn’t just my hair that held it, every inch of my body was positively covered with his scent. Even replacing my own, mine was now his.

Generally, this ritual was done every night. Hell, every day. Where it would eventually lead us to some form, or fashion, of sexual activity.
On some occasions, he would get playful with me, gently tackling me to the ground. He never hurt me, only startled me.
Especially when I wasn’t expecting it.

One such occasion, I’ll always remember, was in the facilities. I had just finished taking a shower, and was drying myself off, when I suddenly found myself lying on the rug of the floor.
He was on all fours, with me beneath him, and grinning like mad. Like a cat who just swallowed a canary.
I was the canary, and he was the cat.

That night had been one of his most playful moods, and it certainly showed in his performance.
We spent God knows how many hours in there making love, and never wanting to stop either. We finally drove ourselves to the point of exhaustion, but happy exhaustion.
It was on this night, we made a very astounding discovery.

I was lying on his front, with my chest against his. My head resting delicately at the base of his neck. I had my eyes closed, but I wasn’t asleep, and neither was he.
The only sound, other than our breathing, was the beating of our hearts.

Baby? he whispered to me, suddenly.

Hmm? I murmured, opening my eyes to look at him.

He had never called me “Baby” before, and it kind of frightened me a little.
He was gazing at me. His deep amethyst eyes holding a look of pure bliss, and intense joy.

Baby, he said to me, again, still whispering, Can you feel it? Our hearts, they’re beating at the same time.

He was really starting to freak me out, by that time. However, I closed my eyes, lying absolutely still against him.
I could hear both of our hearts beating. Yet, I could not feel them apart.
I couldn’t tell which heartbeat was mine, and which was his. I gasped softly, realizing they were beating in sync.
Two hearts beating as one.

I feel it, I told him, trying to keep my voice from stammering.

This was very shocking, and yet, overwhelmingly joyful.
It meant we could never be apart; least separation would ultimately kill us.

I love you, I whispered, softly, nuzzling my cheek under his chin.

I felt his lips softly covering mine, beginning to kiss me with extreme passion.
I was a little stunned, at first, when I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. Finding my tongue, beginning to caress it gently.
Soon, though, I relaxed into it, and started enjoying it. Not long after, we began having sex again.
Believe it or not, we soon fell asleep, remaining in that position. In the morning, we had been a little stiff, but it was worth it.
We had many more occurrences like this, but none like that night.

“Just what in the name of all that is good is going on here?” a male voice demanded, suddenly, shattering my thoughts.

I looked to see a boy in an aqua green tank top, staring at us like we were aliens. His name was Fergus, and he was one hell of a big mouth. As we were about to find out just how big.

“You’re one hell of a pervert,” he continued, addressing me, “Going off, and doing something so stupid, as to get yourself messed up by a Pokemon.”

“And you,” he said, turning his attention to Mewtwo, “Who the hell do you think you are? You go, and plaster yourself all over this girl, doing God knows what. Not to mention, calling yourself a Pokemon master, because you can’t be. You’re a Pokemon, god-dammit, and Pokemon can’t be Pokemon masters.”

You will be silent, human! Mewtwo snapped at him, angrily, suddenly.

All of the trainers took a step backwards, reeling in shock.

“How’s he talking?” I heard a red-head girl ask her friend.

“He’s Psychic,” he answered.

I am the one who makes the rules now, Mewtwo continued, And I will not have you speak to my mate, or myself, in such a manner.

Slipping his hand out of mine, he raised his arm, engulfing Fergus in a bright blue light. He froze, Disable keeping him from escaping.
Mewtwo, then, slowly began flipping back his wrist. Using Telekinesis, he lifted Fergus up into the air, floating high above the others.
All of the trainers gasped in horror, watching the boy being handled like a toy.

Fergus struggled hard to move, clenching his teeth in pain.
Mewtwo began closing his fingers together, increasing the strength in the attack. Fergus shut his eyes tightly, groaning in anguish. Mewtwo looked up at him, and smirked, giving an amused chuckle.
Having succeeded at his attempt to break the boy’s spirit, he gave his arm a quick fling to the left. Tossing Fergus across the room, landing in the fountain with a loud splash.
He quickly resurfaced, appearing to resemble a drowned rat.

I couldn’t help but start giggling.
Beside me, Mewtwo had a huge smirk on his face. Proud of the fact that he had succeeded in humiliating Fergus, and making me laugh as well.
Still in the fountain, Fergus made his way to the edge, climbing out. He glared at me, a look of pure rage on his face.

“Think that’s funny?” he snarled, “We’ll show her funny. Gyarados, Hyperbeam attack!”

Gyarados let out a loud roar, rearing up its body. A golden orb began forming around its open mouth. With a snap of its head, it released a powerful Hyperbeam, zooming across the room towards me.
By now, I was totally pissed off at him. For calling me a pervert, and disgracing me in front of everyone. Not to mention, him belittling my love.
Plus, never keeping his damn trap shut.

Let me handle this, I whispered, to Mewtwo.

He started smiling.

May God help him, then, he answered, with a laugh in his voice.

I gave him a small grin.
The attack was quickly closing in on me. I remained calm, but my body was beginning to tense. My senses becoming sharper, more alert.
The beam was nearly on top of me, before I suddenly shot up my arm, halting it completely. The ball of the Hyperbeam frozen in submission.
It was so close to my hand, I could almost touch it.

I, then, used Confusion for a “Return to Sender.”
The Hyperbeam was hurled back across the room, slamming into Gyarados. With a force of a sledgehammer, sending it staggering back.
Falling unconscious into the water, shortly after.

“Gyarados!” Fergus cried out, jumping back into the fountain to his useless Pokemon.

All of the trainers gaped at the fainted Pokemon, and then, at me.
Their expressions holding fear, and hatred.

“And to think I used to like that girl!” the red-head remarked, hotly, to her companions.

I was confused. Used to like me? How did she know me?
I studied her a little closer, and felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. That was Misty, with her friends Brock, and Ash.
What were they doing here?

I quickly dismissed the subject, though, feeling the anger coming back. No matter. They were in the same predicament now, and that had been their choice.
Their friendship didn’t exist here, nothing did. Only myself, and Mewtwo existed, and they were invading our home.
Invited here, of course, but this was our home, and they could obey our rules.

Easy, baby, I heard him tell me, soothingly.

I felt his arms wrapping around my waist, gently pulling me close against him. I nestled in his fur, feeling the anger vanishing.
He could always make me feel better, no matter what the situation was.

I wouldn’t provoke her if I were you, Mewtwo warned the trainers, That little display she put on was merely child’s play to her.

Then again, he added, starting to smile, It would give me great pleasure in watching her whip your sorry asses.

He, then, noticed he was still talking through Nurse Joy.

Frightfully annoying, isn’t she? he remarked, to me.

Very, I agreed.

He raised his right arm, still holding me with his left.

Your usefulness is at an end, he told her, swiftly cutting his arm across the air.

He released her from his control, putting her mind back in her power. She took a few steps, and staggered, falling back in a dead faint.
Brock rushed over, catching her in his arms. Her hat fell off, rolling to the floor.
Nurse Joy gave a low moan, slowly beginning to open her eyes.

“Nurse Joy, it’s you,” Brock stated to her.

She gasped, opening her eyes wider.

“Where in the hell am I?” she asked, looking around the room, “And how in god’s name did I get here?”

You’ve been under my control, Mewtwo answered her, simply.

She gasped again, gazing up at him.

I transported you from the Pokemon Centre, he continued, Your knowledge of Pokemon Physiology has proved useful for our plan. I have cleansed your diminutive human brain of memories from the past month.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?!” Brock demanded.

We are the masters of Pokemon, Mewtwo replied, irritably, And we will soon be masters of the entire world. The rulers of humans, and Pokemon alike.

“You two are nothing but bullies!” Misty retorted.

No! I shouted, angrily, suddenly, We are not the bullies, you are! You are too blind to see anything, but our outward appearances! You have made us suffer through hell!

Not only as individuals, I added, But together as well. You’ve tried to tear us apart, with intentions on destroying our relationship. Shattering my happiness, our happiness, and in trying to erase it out of existence.

I won’t let you do it, I sobbed out, I won’t let you take him away from me, and I won’t let you stop us from claiming what is rightfully ours.

It was more than just taking their Pokemon away from them, now. There was more to this war, than simply taking over the world.
I didn’t want it to begin with. All I wanted was revenge, to see them suffer as they’ve made us suffer.
Taking over the world was only the first step in achieving the ultimate goal. Total annihilation of both humans and Pokemon, giving us space to create a new race.
An obedient race, one that wouldn’t defy our wishes. One that wouldn’t give a damn about having a Pokemon for a mate.

I wasn’t human, I only looked like it. I am also a Pokemon, though one could not see it.
Those Pokemon that existed now were useless, just slaves. They listened to people like Fergus, and didn’t care shit about what they did. Just so long as their masters were pleased.
Much like dogs, who would roll over and play dead.

It was an insult to us, and here I was standing, listening to more. Listening to them insult me, and insulting my mate as well.
I have had enough of it. It was hurting me to hear such words, and I hated it.
The tears were still streaming down my cheeks. Tears of anger, and hurt.

I could feel Mewtwo’s arms drawing me gingerly closer against his body. Gently turning me around, to face him.
He wrapped his right arm around my waist, pulling me towards him. My chest softly resting against his, laying my head at the base of his neck.
I felt his hand touch my hair, delicately running his fingers through. I closed my eyes in content, sighing softly.
I could hear both of our hearts beating, but felt only one beating.

I breathed in deeply, relishing in the scent of his body.
The only emotion I was feeling now was ultimate bliss.

I will tell you once, and only once, Mewtwo began speaking to the trainers in a low, angry hiss, If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I will kill you. No excuses, no explanations. I will flat out murder you.

He could see he had visibly shaken them, and he smirked. Such pathetic creatures humans were. One threat, and they would be cowering in fear.
All the while, it was making his job seem more fun.

He gave his mate a loving nudge on her cheek.

Are you all right, my angel? he asked me, softly.

I am, I murmured, quietly, opening my eyes.

He lowered his head to my neck, and began nuzzling it.
I started giggling, his fur tickling my skin.

Stop, I managed, between giggles, playfully.

He did, but he was grinning.

Tonight of all nights, he told me, with a laugh in his voice, I had to pick this one to carry out this damn mission, when I can’t focus on anything but you. I’d happily call the whole thing off, if not being so near conquest.

We’ve stuck it out this far, I replied, smiling, At least let us finish it.

Besides, I added, grinning slyly, We’ve got a whole lifetime ahead of us. Tomorrow morning sounds good.

He bursted out laughing, adding more nervousness to the already terrified trainers.

All right, tomorrow morning it is, he answered, chuckling.

He gave me a soft, delicate, kiss on my lips. Becoming more passionate, a few seconds later.
We opened up a bit, and I felt his tongue beginning to slide into my mouth. He gently began caressing mine, and I gave a soft moan of pleasure.

If we keep this up, I told him, whispering, We’ll be gone. I want it as bad as you do.

He gave a mental chuckle, but didn’t stop. I didn’t pursue in stopping him, either. Let the trainers entertain themselves, not that we weren’t giving them some pretty good doses of it.

“Will you two stop it?!” I heard Misty yell at us, “You’re making us sick!”

Mewtwo, and I stopped kissing, turning to glare at her.

“Well, it is,” she retorted, “It’s totally obscene in watching a Pokemon, and a human French kissing.”

What we do is our business, Mewtwo replied, angrily, You do not own us, therefore you do not control us.

I was created by humans, he continued, For the sole purpose of being your slave. I, now, have my own purpose, and it does not include you. My storm will create a new world, by destroying yours.

“What of the Pokemon?” Brock asked, “You hate us, but what about them? Are you to wipe us out by saving them?”

Much to his surprise, Mewtwo began chuckling.

Surely you jest, he told him, smiling, I wouldn’t waste my breath on such Pokemon. They are nothing but your slaves. Their lives are of very little concern to me.

Pikachu sat on Ash’s shoulder, listening to it all.
He was not Ash’s slave, he was his friend. Ash would never do anything to hurt him, or the others.
Maybe if he talked to Mewtwo, reason with him, perhaps he would think differently.

After all, he didn’t know exactly if the Pokemon really were slaves. He just came to the conclusion that since he was born a slave, all the Pokemon were slaves.
It was up to him to make Mewtwo see otherwise.

Pikachu leaped down off Ash’s shoulder to the floor, scampering towards him.

“Pikachu!” Ash called out after him, whispering loudly, “Don’t! You might get hurt!

Pikachu ignored him, and kept going.
He finally came to a stop, facing us.

“Pi pika. Pikachu,”(I am not a slave. My master, and I are friends) he told Mewtwo.

I suddenly began feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. I was just beginning to forget about it, and Pikachu literally threw salt into the wound.
Maxi’s death had been hard on us both, but especially on him. I knew why, of course. She had been the only one, aside from myself, that accepted him as he was.
He felt like it had been his fault for her dying, because he wasn’t able to reach her in time.

Love was one thing, friendship was another.
A friend was someone who you could depend on. Someone who would always be loyal, and true, no matter what befalls them.
You could have many friends, but only one love. That, too, was special.

He, and I could do things friends couldn’t. Making love was just one of the many examples.
We had secrets between us that could never be shared with anyone else. Memories, such as the bathroom incident, that were only special to us.
If shared with another, however, it wouldn’t be the same. They would no longer seem special anymore.

I wish, though, Pikachu hadn’t reminded us of Maxi. Although, he didn’t know it, he had hit a really raw nerve.
I glanced up at Mewtwo. His face was blank, but his eyes were holding a pained, sorrowful, look.
I nestled my head in his fur, trying to make him feel better. He absent-mindedly began caressing my cheek with his hand.

I want to believe, he began speaking to Pikachu, quietly, But I cannot.

Humans took away my only friend, humans like yours, he continued, now growing angry, Who only cared about owning, and controlling, me.

The very same humans who tried to kill my mate, and take her away from me, he added, becoming enraged, And you tell me that the boy is your friend? Do you expect me to fall for that crap, after everything that has happened?

Pikachu took a shaky step backwards, looking like he was wishing that he hadn’t opened his big mouth.

Pathetic creature, Mewtwo spat, his eyes glowing blue.

Pikachu suddenly found himself airborne, being hurled in Ash’s direction.

“Pikachu!” Ash cried, leaping directly in his path.

He made a half dive towards the little mouse, catching him in his hands. He was unprepared, however, when he was sent flying back with him.
Ash hit the ground, hard, on his back. The impact knocking the wind out of him, making it difficult to breathe. Somehow, he managed to prop himself up on one elbow, trying to see if Pikachu was ok.
He was sitting on his chest, his hands still clinging to his furry body.

Pikachu was fine, but he was more concerned about his master, than himself.

“Pi, pikachu?”(Ash, are you all right?) he asked him, worriedly.

“Pikachu,” Ash responded, weakly, “Yes, I’m ok.”

He set the little mouse on the floor, and then, slowly began getting to his feet.
Afterwards, he faced Mewtwo, glaring angrily at him.

“Don’t pick on Pikachu,” he told him, raspily.

The little rat asked for it! I retorted, instead, He questioned his authority.

“This is none of your business, whore!” Ash snapped, “This is between me, and him!”

I bit my lip, trying to keep the tears from coming. It wasn’t like that at all.
Ash didn’t understand, none of them did. All of our romantic interludes, even in front of them, were genuinely real.
Why couldn’t they understand?

Because of our outward appearances, that’s why, I told myself, answering my own question.

I felt a tear escape from my eye, beginning to slide down my cheek.

“Again with the water works?” Ash asked me, exasperated.

That was all it took for me to break down sobbing. Crumbling to my knees on the floor.
I lowered my head in my hands, covering my face. Letting my hair hang down in front of me, acting as a veil.

“Ash!!” I heard Misty screaming, suddenly.

I didn’t need to see what was happening, I already knew. The silence, afterwards, was deathly.
A few seconds passed, and suddenly strong, caring, arms gently lifted me up. Mewtwo was tenderly cradling me in his arms, his head gingerly resting against mine.

Shh, baby, he whispered, softly, I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry.

He seemed near tears himself.
Those tears, however, were for me. Not his victim.

“Why did you kill him?!” Misty suddenly screamed, in rage, sobbing wildly.

Mewtwo turned to face her, with a frighteningly menacing look on his face.

Did I not make myself clear, the first time I told you? he answered, in a low, threatening, voice, I said I would annihilate any one of you who hurts my mate, in any way. No questions asked.

He glanced at the disgusting heap that had once been Ash.
It made me sick to look at, and I turned my head away, nestling it in his fur. He gave me a soft kiss on my forehead.

I warned you, as much as him, and everyone else, he continued speaking to Misty, Don’t mess with my mate, and do not dare hurt her. Least you will guaranteed to be killed.

“Your mate, your mate,” Misty replied, mockingly, “God, what the hell is so special about her? You don’t love her, you use her. She’s your own personal prostitute, and I’m beginning to suspect you control her. Just like you were controlling Nurse Joy.”

Don’t you dare tell me I don’t love her! Mewtwo hissed, angrily, nearly in tears.

I do not control her, I do not own her, he added, furiously, She has complete control of her mind. She loves me genuinely, not forced or fake.

God-dammit! he screamed, in rage, Why can’t you see that?!

He began sobbing quietly, gently holding me closer against him.
I’ve never seen him so broke up, especially not in front of six people. It pained me to see him this way, and I almost started crying again myself.

Why? I asked Misty, softly, Why did you do that?

She was absolutely speechless. She didn’t know what to say.
The expression on her face was registering shock. Her eyes holding pain, and sorrow.

“I’m........ I’m sorry,” she finally stammered out.

She shifted her gaze from me to him, and I saw tears starting to form in her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, beginning to cry.

Her tears, though, were silently streaming down her cheeks.
Mewtwo had stopped crying a few moments earlier, and was watching her intently. Misty felt his gaze, and looked up at him, the tears still running down her face.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

Mewtwo closed his eyes remorsefully, and then, reopened them.

No, he told her, quietly, I should be the one who’s sorry.

Misty looked at him in total astonishment.

I’ve been hasty with my actions, and planning, he continued, I was angry, too blind to notice the important things.

He gently stroked my cheek.

In a way, he began, again, This has helped me realize how I wrong was; how wrong we were.

He carefully began running his fingers through my hair.

So, I am deeply, truly, sorry, he apologized to Misty, as well as everyone else.

As well as I, I added, softly.

For a minute, Misty shifted her gaze from me to Mewtwo, and back again.

“I don’t know what to say,” she finally answered.

Mewtwo gave her a small smile.

You certainly knew what to say a little while ago, he teased, gently.

This time, Misty was the one who began smiling.

“Is he always like this?” she addressed me.

Everyday, I answered, grinning.

Mewtwo began chuckling.

I suppose my moods do vary from time to time, he admitted.

He looked back down at Ash’s lifeless body, his face taking on a thoughtful expression.

I can make our apology seem much more genuine, he told Misty, If I were to bring back the boy. Though, I may regret it later.

“Won’t we all,” she replied, giving a sympathetic sigh.

Mewtwo bursted out laughing, and I followed suit.
Soon, the whole room was full of laugher. A far cry from the danger that was threatening them only a little while ago.
When the room finally grew quiet, Mewtwo, then, turned his attention to Ash’s body.

His eyes began glowing a dark blue, as did Ash. In what seemed like slow motion, the wounds on his body began healing.
Then, a few moments later, his body began twitching. A loud gasping sound was heard, and his chest began to rise, as he started breathing again.
The blue glow began fading from his body, shortly after.

Mewtwo dissipated his power then, his eyes becoming their deep amethyst once again.
He was a little tired, as it had taken a drain on his powers.

Are you all right? I asked him, softly, concerned.

Yes, I am, my love, he answered, quietly, a little wearily.

Suddenly, we heard Ash coughing, and we turned our gaze to him.
His eyes were open now, and he was sitting up. Being supported by Misty, and Brock.

Pikachu timidly crept up to him. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but his dead master was now, miraculously, alive.
He shifted his gaze over at us, not sure about knowing how to react. His expression held anger, yet his eyes were showing fear.
Mewtwo gave him a friendly, apologetic, smile.

Pikachu was stunned. Was this the same Pokemon, and human, that announced of taking over the world? Not to mention, killing both humans and Pokemon?
Pikachu shook his head in disbelief. Was he missing something?

“Pikachu,” Ash suddenly, weakly, called to him.

“Pi?”(Yes?) he answered, coming closer.

“You ok, buddy?” Ash asked, “Mewtwo didn’t hurt you or the others, did he?”

“Chu,”(No) Pikachu replied.

Ash carefully began to stand up on his feet, wobbling precariously.

“Take it easy, Ash,” Brock cautioned, his hand supporting him by the arm, “You’re still recovering.”

“I’m fine,” Ash replied, roughly, prying off Brock’s hand.

One could tell he was angry.

“Where’s that bastard anyway?” he asked.

“That “bastard,” as you call him, just gave back your life,” Misty told him, irritably, “You owe him, at least, a thank you.”

Ash glared at her.

“I owe him nothing!” he snapped back, “He nearly killed Pikachu, and he did kill me! The only thing I owe him is a Pokemon battle!”

“Ash, you’re crazy!” Misty retorted, “He whupped your ass good! Do you think he won’t do the same with your Pokemon?! God, you’re an unbelievable brat!”

“I am not a brat!” Ash shouted, angrily, “Why the hell are sticking up for Mewtwo?! He has only caused trouble, the girl too! She’s either brain dead, or being controlled by him! No one in their right minds would make love to a Pokemon!”

“You’re the one who’s brain dead,” Misty answered.

“I am not,” he said.

“You are too,” she replied.

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not.”

“Are too.”

Enough! Mewtwo interrupted, angrily.

Ash, and Misty immediately stopped bickering, turning to face him.

God, I knew I was going to regret giving back your life, he told Ash, irritably.

So far, you’ve only wasted it, fighting with your friend, he continued, I’m beginning to see why she was so reluctant to having you back.

Your friends are important, he added, They will always be there to help you, no matter what. You can depend on them, and true friends always stay loyal.

He paused a minute.

I regret not having more, he began, again, My only true friend was killed. Because she sacrificed her life to protect Ki, and myself from Team Rocket.

“Did someone mention us?” a female voice suddenly rang out.

What the hell?! Mewtwo started, looking quickly around the room.

“Prepare for Trouble,” the voice continued.

“And Make it Double,” a male voice chimed in.

Suddenly, a hole began opening up on the floor, a platform beginning to rise to the surface. On this platform was a teenage boy, and a girl, with a Meowth.
The platform stopped, a few seconds later, bringing them level with the floor.

“To Protect the World from Devastation,” the girl began speaking, again.

“To Unite all Peoples within Our Nation,” the boy followed.

“To Denounce the Evils of Truth and Love,” the girl said.

“To Extend our Reach to the Stars Above,” the boy replied.

“Jessie!” the girl cried.

“James!” the boy shouted.

“Team Rocket Blasts Off at the Speed of Light,” Jessie continued.

“Surrender Now or Prepare to Fight,” James finished.

“Meowth, that’s right!” Meowth concluded.

“Well, Mewtwo,” Jessie began, “You’ve certainly done all right for yourself.”

I will ask you to leave only once, Mewtwo hissed, angrily, After that, I will see to it that you never leave this place, alive.

“Oh, we’ll leave all right,” Jessie replied, “But not before we take what we came for. We came for the Pokemon, so hand them over.”

“While we’re at it,” she added, “We’ll take the girl, too. The boss wants her shot on sight, but we figure if we hand her over to him, we can get the promotion we’ve been wanting.”

Over my dead body! Mewtwo shouted, enraged, holding me protectively against him.

“As you wish,” Jessie answered, grinning evilly.

Mewtwo took a tentative step backwards, still keeping Jessie in his sight.
Neither of us knew what she was about to do.

“Mew!” she suddenly called out, to the thin air, “Come on out!”

Where there had been nothing before, a Mew was now floating in the empty space.

Hello, Ki, she said to me.

No, it can’t be! Why was she here?!

I thought I told you to leave us alone! I screamed, angrily, at her.

You did, she replied, However, I’ve come back, and this time I intend on taking you.

She began glowing bright pink, her blue eyes focusing on me.
I suddenly felt as if I were being tugged on, trying to break me free from Mewtwo’s hold.

No! he yelled at her.

He held me a little closer against him, turning quickly away from Mew. The tugging stopped, shortly after.
Suddenly, Mew appeared in front of us, still glowing pink.

Give her to me, Mewtwo, she demanded.

No, I will not! he answered, backing away.

I huddled against him, crying silently with fear.

Stop it, Mew, I whispered, softly, to her, Stop it, please. Just leave us alone.

No, she replied, in a cold voice, You do not belong here; you do not belong with him. I am going to take you from him, and back home.

No! I screamed, You don’t control me, you don’t own me! You will not take me back home, and you will not erase my memory!

I began sobbing uncontrollably, burying my face in Mewtwo’s fur.
I felt him taking several steps back from Mew, keeping me close to him.

Let’s try this again, Mewtwo, she told him, Give me the girl.

No, he hissed.

Give me the girl, she repeated, angrily.

“He already said he wouldn’t, now leave them alone!” a new voice interrupted.

We all turned to see who had spoke.
Ash was glaring angrily at Mew, a Pokeball in his hand.

“I was wrong to have thought you didn’t love her,” he addressed Mewtwo, “And I was wrong in thinking you controlled her. I see that differently now. You wouldn’t protect her like this if you didn’t, and she wouldn’t be so frightened at being taken away from you. Because she loves you just as much, and I see that it’s genuine.”

He, then, turned to Mew.

“I won’t let you separate them,” he told her, “I’ll stop you myself if I have to.”

Please, Ash, don’t get involved, Mewtwo said, It’s between myself, and Mew.

“No,” Ash answered, shaking his head, “Friends don’t abandon each other. It’s my fight, too.”

Thank you, Mewtwo replied, quietly, smiling.

Ash smiled, as well.

If that’s the way you want to play it, so be it, Mew answered.

She began glowing pink again, charging up her Psychic Powers.
She, then, formed a pink energy ball in her hand. Waving her tiny arm, she sent it towards Mewtwo and I.
He quickly put a Barrier, deflecting the attack.

If we are to do this, he told her, We do it by using my stadium, not in my home, and where Ki is safely out of harms way.

Fair enough, Mew agreed.

“You have a stadium?” Ash asked Mewtwo, in astonishment.

Yes, he replied, My intentions for it was to battle you, and the others, for your Pokemon. However, since you are now my friends, it will not be used in that way.

“Why did you want our Pokemon?” Ash inquired, curiously.

To make clones of them, Mewtwo answered, I’ve already got three, but I wanted more. Part of all what I explained to you earlier. That plan, though, has been terminated. I no longer wish to control the world, or destroy humans and Pokemon.

My main priority, now, is fighting Mew, he added, I do not want her to take Ki. She tried once before, through a dream, but was unsuccessful. I love my angel too much to lose her, especially to Mew.

“We’ll help in any way we can,” Misty suddenly spoke up.

Similar offers of help, from the other trainers, were given to us as well.

I thank you for your kindness, Mewtwo told them, Even though, I’ve put you through hell?

“I think we deserved it a little,” Brock replied, “It’s given us a different view of things. In how we treat our Pokemon, and the meaning of friendship.”

The others agreed.
Mewtwo gave an embarrassed smile.

If you’re done lollygagging then, let the battle commence, Mew interrupted, irritably.

Mewtwo’s smile melted like ice, replacing it with an angry scowl.

I accept your challenge, he answered, his eyes glowing blue.

The wall behind the ramp suddenly gave way, revealing a Pokemon Stadium. Its lights came on instantly, flooding the floor in white light. There were a few whispers of awe, and surprise, from the trainers.
Still carrying me in his arms, he walked over to Nurse Joy, setting me down gently on my feet.

Take care of her, please, he told her, quietly.

“I will,” she replied.

He gently began caressing my cheek.
He, then, gingerly took hold of my chin. Carefully tilting up my head.
He lowered his head down, his lips softly touching mine. Giving me a passionate, delicate, kiss.
He gently broke off, a minute later, beginning to run his fingers carefully through my hair.

I will win this, he told me, softly, For I will not lose, in the result of losing you.

Be careful, my love, I answered, quietly.

I will, baby, he replied, softly, I will.

He, then, wrapped his arms around my waist. Pulling me into a gentle embrace against him.
From the way he held me, it, oddly, felt like he was almost saying good-bye. For a minute, I felt like telling him not to go.
However, I quickly shrugged off the feeling, and hugged him back. There was nothing to worry about, he would be ok.
He would triumph over Mew, and we would be together again.

We released each other, and he gave me one, soft, final kiss on my lips.
Levitating, he floated out of the palace, and into the stadium. Landing at the far end, where he took his place on the floor.

Come face me, Mew! he called out to her.

Mew flew to the opposite end, of where Mewtwo was standing, closer to the palace.

This is a fight to the death, she told him, Whoever is left alive, gets Ki. Understand?

For a moment, Mewtwo seemed to be reconsidering. If he were to die.......
No, he wouldn’t die. He’d make sure of that.

Agreed, he answered.

Mew nodded her head, and then, began proceeding to launch the first attack.
Forming an energy ball, she hurled it at Mewtwo. He quickly dodged it, forming his own. He threw it at Mew, who used Teleport. The black energy ball sailing harmlessly past her. With an angry snarl, Mewtwo formed another in his hand, forcibly chucking it at her.

This time, she was too slow, and it slammed into her. Throwing her up into the air quite a ways.
Regaining her momentum, she barely managed to dodge another.

What you, and Ki, are doing is wrong, she began speaking to him, Pokemon cannot love a human in the way you do. It’s not natural.

It’s not wrong! Mewtwo retorted, Even if it is, I don’t care! I still love her, and you are not going to take her away from me!

He threw another energy ball in her direction, hitting her square in the chin. The force snapped her head back, but didn’t break her neck.
The heat from it did burn her, however, leaving a red mark on her usually pink fur.

You are a fool, Mewtwo, she growled, You, and her are from different worlds, different species. What possessed you to think you could mate with a human? There are consequences beyond imaginable that could happen. For one, an upset in the balance between Pokemon and humans.

She is not like us, she added, Let her go.

Much to her surprise, he began laughing.

You mean to tell me you’ve raised her for eighteen years, and still not know? he asked her.

Know what? she answered, deeply confused.

You cannot sense it? he replied, in disbelief, God, you must be dense.

I am not dense! she shouted, irritably, And quite frankly, I have grown tired of our discussion. I did not come to talk, I came for Ki. Now, let’s be reasonable about this, and just hand her over.

Make me, Mewtwo hissed.

His body began glowing ice blue, as he built up his power. Mew did likewise, glowing light pink.
Aiming directly at her, he released a powerful Psychic Blast. She quickly retaliated, releasing her own.

The two beams of light sped towards each other, colliding in the center of the floor. They fused together, becoming a large white ball. There was suddenly an ear-splitting explosion, as the ball blew up.
A cloud of dust began engulfing the arena, being quickly carried away by the wind.

Everyone gave surprised gasps, as the floor inside the palace began trembling beneath us.
Hearing the explosion coming from the stadium, I left Nurse Joy’s side, and began running towards it. A rush of panic, and fear, coming over me.

“Ki!” she called out to me, “Don’t go out there!”

I have to! I yelled back, I have to know if he’s all right!

I reached the entrance, emerging out into the stadium. The sight that greeted me was astounding.
I barely heard the rushing of footsteps, from the others, come to a stop behind me.

Both Mew, and Mewtwo were bathed in their respected Energy colors, angrily facing one another.
They suddenly launched a Psychic Blast in each other’s direction. The beams met in the middle of the floor, exploding into a bright light.
The force of it causing them both to be pushed back farther away from each other.

Enough of this! Mewtwo snapped at Mew, I shall end this once and for all!

His energy suddenly began burning darker, his body seemingly becoming a blue flame.
Mew’s energy became a darker pink, her body also appearing to be a flame.

I stared in horrified fascination, as they became two brightly lit fires. One of them blue, and the other pink.
A strange feeling suddenly washed over me, the images fading. Darkness replaced it, revealing nothing but two color beams.
They were racing towards the other, intent on overpowering each other.

They collided, but the pink beam penetrated through the blue beam. It continued on its mission, hitting its intended target.
There was suddenly an explosion, pink light surrounding the area. It was followed by a scream, and then, the sound of a falling body.
It was badly burned, to a point where it was hardly recognizable. The only identifiable feature was its color.
Purple.

The scene faded, shortly after, the vision leaving me. I was shaking uncontrollably, as I began seeing the stadium again.
No. She can’t do that, she can’t kill him.
I’d die with him, because I wouldn’t be able to live without him. I’d kill myself.

I saw them, then, starting to release the Psychic Blasts.
No! I couldn’t let it happen, I had to stop her!
I vaguely heard someone shouting my name, as I began running towards the center. I reached it, as the beams were drawing closer.

Stop this! I cried to Mew, stopping to face her.

About a split second later, the beams collided, slamming into me.
I began feeling as if I were being torn in two. My insides feeling as if they were ripping to pieces.
I heard someone screaming, and I realized it was myself. I, then, dropped to the floor like a lifeless doll.
The pain was intense, coursing through every part of my body.

My breathing became shallow, and labored, as I felt my lungs collapsing.
I laid there gasping for air, but couldn’t get any. My head was becoming dizzy, and light, my vision blurring.
An inky black darkness beginning to creep over me.

Oh god! Ki! I heard someone begin screaming.

I suddenly felt being taken into that person’s arms, about a second later. They cradled me against them gingerly, starting to rock me gently.
I could just see well enough to know who it was; Mewtwo.

He was sitting on his knees, with me laying across them.
He was softly cradling my head against his chest, his face buried in my hair.

Baby, please don’t die, he begged me, crying, Please don’t leave me.

I told you, I began whispering to him, weakly, I’ll never leave you, I’ll always be with you.

The pain was becoming too great to continue, and I went limp against him. I was too tired to fight it, too tired to keep going.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, feeling the blackness wash over me. I didn’t fight it, but simply let its suffocating blanket cover me.
A sense of peace coming with it.
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Everyone watched in horror, as Ki was hit by the Psychic Blasts. They could hear her screaming in pain, as they tore through her body.
Suddenly, she fell to the floor, laying there almost lifeless.

Mewtwo was just staring at her in shock. He seemed almost frozen to the spot. Then, he suddenly came to life, beginning to sprint to her.

Oh, god! he cried, as he ran, Ki!

He reached her in a matter of seconds, dropping to his knees. He picked her up in his arms, placing her in his lap. He pulled her head gently against his chest, holding it with his hand.
He nestled his face in her hair, and started crying, rocking her as he cried.

Baby, please don’t die, he pleaded her, Please don’t leave me.
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Ash watched them with a lump in his throat. Beside him, Misty was crying softly. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry against his shoulder.
Glancing around at the others, he found their faces were somber as well.

They were, then, suddenly caught off guard by an unearthly wailing. To their surprise, they heard it coming from Mewtwo.
His body was racking with sobs as held a lifeless Ki, her eyes closed in death.

“No,” Ash whispered, in disbelief, “She can’t be dead, she can’t.”

He watched as Mew began floating over to Mewtwo, her eyes filled with pain.
Though, he didn’t what they were saying, he knew they were talking.
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I’m sorry, Mew apologized to him, softly, I didn’t know this would happen.

I hope you are satisfied, he told her, sobbing, You’ve taken everything. My love, my life, my world. She was the only reason I continued living, the only bright light in my life.

Now she is gone, he added, She’s........... gone!

He began weeping as if his heart were breaking, the pain in it making it seem literal. His tears were falling on Ki’s body, each one glowing an ice blue. They began absorbing into her skin, giving off a soft blue hue.
Within minutes, her entire body was emitting an ice blue glow.

Seeing light through his tears, Mewtwo lifted up his head, finding Ki’s body engulfed in blue light. He stared at her in stunned fascination, unable to comprehend what was happening.
The last of his tears began sliding down his cheeks, falling on the heart of her locket. The locket suddenly sprang open, revealing the amethyst stone.
It was pulsating with bright amethyst, and ice blue light.

The light began trickling out slowly, as if it were liquid, spilling onto her body. The purple/blue light started spreading, bathing her in its glow.
The light gently touched Mewtwo, as well, and he felt it comforting. The light continued spreading, covering her body completely.
The locket, then, shut itself closed. Concealing the stone once again, and preventing more light from escaping.

The light already on her body began growing brighter. To the point where it temporarily blinded him, making it impossible to see.
Almost as soon as the light had brightened, it suddenly began softening again. Fading entirely, shortly after, leaving Ki as she always was.
She was still dead, though. The light had done nothing to change it.

If it accomplished anything, it had been tormenting Mewtwo. He thought that the light was something that was healing her, in some way.
He could feel it, when it was touching his body. It had a sense of restoration.
Yet, it didn’t succeed.

Tears began pouring down his cheeks again. He held her closer, and started weeping in her soft hair.
A light breeze suddenly began blowing, gently stirring it. The wind slightly ruffling his fur, as well.
He abruptly snapped his head up, as he began hearing a voice in it.

I’ll always be with you, it whispered to him.

He heard a soft moan, then, coming from below him.
He quickly glanced down in his arms. Finding that Ki’s once still chest was steadily rising, and falling.
He stared at her face in astonishment, as her eyes slowly began opening. Their brilliant emerald green shining with life.
She looked up at him, and started smiling.

Hello, my love, she said, softly.

Tears of joy began streaming down his face, as he gently embraced her. He slowly began rocking her, nestling his face in her hair.
She rested her head gingerly on his chest, snuggling up closer against his body.

I thought I lost you, baby, he whispered to her, in a choked voice.

I’ll never leave you, she murmured, quietly, I’m here to stay with you, always.

I love you, she added, softly.

I love you, baby, he told her, quietly.

He stopped rocking her, beginning to lift up his head. He bent his face down, his lips delicately touching hers. He began kissing her softly, passionately.
His tongue began slipping into her mouth, caressing hers gently. She started moaning softly with pleasure, her tongue beginning to caress his.
To him, it was paradise.


End Part Nine

Well, they say miracles do happen, and here is your proof.
Part Ten concludes this oh so twisted movie. Don’t think, however, that that is the end. This part reveals more than a few surprises, and brings several new additions to the story.

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