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Two Hearts, One Destiny- A Retelling of BTW	By : MysticMewtwo Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The next morning, Ki awoke early the same as she had done the day before. She dressed in her training clothes and shoes, choosing instead to weave her hair into two long braids that day. She secured them in hair ties decorated with an oversized star piece.
She then exited her room and immediately headed over to Mewtwo's. She was sure he would be awake by now and they could have breakfast together before they tried again with training. Even though he would know already it was her, she knocked anyway to signal her presence.
There was no answer. She opened the door to find the room empty. She noticed the book was laying open on his unmade bed. It appeared he had left in a hurry.
A sense of dread was slowly starting to build up in the pit of her stomach. This was a familiar scene. She fervently hoped he was not where she thought he was. However, she had the sinking feeling that's exactly where she would find him.
Ki abruptly turned on her heel and marched down to the training room. It would be an understatement to say she was disappointed. She was trying not to be angry with him, but it did sting a little. She thought they were starting to get past this...
She reached the edge of the battlefield and stopped, squinting through the darkness to the far corner of the room as her eyes adjusted. She could faintly make out his silhouette under the machine. Once again, he was wearing that... that... abomination.
She walked slowly across the floor, approaching him carefully. She was prepared, but this time he allowed her to extract the helmet from his head. Their eyes met, but he found he could not bear to hold her gaze and looked away slightly. He could clearly see the hurt and disbelief in them.
He felt... weak. He was ashamed he could not do as she had asked of him. Did he still have underlying reservations in wholly trusting her?
Mewtwo... why? she simply asked, her voice full of dismay.
Ki... he sighed, wearily, I told you-
We talked about this, she interrupted, You are stronger than that. You have to fight it. Believe in yourself.
Ki couldn't figure out what the hell his problem was. It was as if he needed that thing like oxygen to survive. He behaved as... an addict would. Was it a drug to him or was he being drugged? Either way, it was distressing to her.
You do not understand! he suddenly snapped, If I do not use this armor, my powers are out of control! I cannot contain them!
I destroyed my place of birth because I was unaware of how much raw power I possess, he continued, I am dangerous without the armor's influence.
Mewtwo's expression abruptly changed to almost one of anguish as his gaze softened towards her. His ameythst eyes fully met hers once more, piercing her to her soul.
I... I do not wish to destroy you too, he added, much more gently.
The moment he mentioned his annihilation of New Island, she felt a sharp crack in her skull. It was as if a seal had been broken in her subconscious mind. A flood of memories suddenly came rushing at her.
The helmet slipped from her grasp, bouncing with a metallic crash on the floor. She groaned softly and shut her eyes tight, holding her head in her hands. She could barely stand up anymore.
Ki!
He instantly stripped himself of the armor and caught her before she crumbled to the ground herself. Images of him ravaging the lab flashed behind her eyes. Voices screaming, panicking, echoed in her ears as they called beyond the grave.
It was almost inconceiveable the Pokémon who had taken lives without qualms was the same Pokémon who now had shown her kindness, compassion and a promise of safety.
I... remember that day, she finally spoke, slowly, her voice low.
She opened her eyes again in time to see him start in complete and utter shock at her revelation. This could not be possible...
How do you know of this? he demanded.
I know a great many things about you, she confessed, her voice stronger now, I have known of you since before your inception to this world.
She made an indication to him then to sit and they perched on the edge of the platform. He was even more intrigued now. He was almost impatient to hear her explanation.
The visions started coming a year ago, she began, The first one was of the scientists who gave you life. I literally watched them find viable sources of DNA and then create you into existence.
When the visions stopped, I had no way of knowing anymore what was happening, she continued, I worried for your wellbeing, your safety. Whether you were even still alive. I never knew the little boy was you until recently.
She paused and then gave him a faint smile. He offered a slight one of his own in return. After a moment, she became serious again.
My next vision came the day you were born, she added, softly, I felt your pain, your loneliness, your sorrow. I knew more than ever I wanted to help you, but you stubbornly continue to rebuff my efforts. Why?
Mewtwo sighed heavily, hanging his head slightly. He stared down at his hands.
I... do not know, he confessed.
He truly did not understand the reason behind it himself.
There was only one way Ki could think of to know for certain if he was actually serious in his commitment to this or not. She decided to give him an ultimatum.
The way I see it, Mewtwo, is you have two options, she stated, Either you give me your full cooperation, listening and completely putting your trust in me, or you can continue to fight me, doubt me, and ignore me, which will ultimately lead to my depature.
I can't help you if you're not willing to help yourself, she continued, I would inform Giovanni of the situtation, and I will pack my things and return home. I will not stay where I am not wanted.
He instantly snapped his eyes back up to hers. There was a determination in them he'd only seen the first time they'd met before he nearly tried to kill her. She was not backing down. He began to feel as if he were being cornered and he did not like it in the least.
That is hardly fair, he protested.
Is it? she disputed, I think it's more than fair. I have gone through a literal hell to get here. I have essentially put my life on hold.
Yet, I willingly chose this because I wanted to be there for you when you needed me most, she disclosed, her voice becoming more gentle, The same as someone was there for me when I needed them. After all what's happened between us, do you really want for me to leave?
Mewtwo was quiet for a few minutes as he mulled over her words. Nearly forty-eight hours ago, the thought of her leaving would have pleased him immensely. Now, however, it made him feel forlorn.
No, he finally spoke, softly, I do not.
Then, you must decide what is more important to you, she urged.
She then lightly hopped off the platform to the ground and started to head back across the room. He was left sitting there as he stared after her in confusion.
Ki? he queried, Wait... where are you going?
She paused and turned her head to glance over her shoulder at him. She gave him a feeble smile.
I do not wish my presence to influence your choice, she explained, You must make it from your heart. You may come find me when you have your answer.
She resumed her walk to the exit and after a moment, she disappeared from his view. After she'd gone, he could already begin to feel her absence weigh on him. His mood darkened substantially.
The armor was the only thing that stood between him and certain disaster. If he relinquished it, there would be no stopping his powers. Mewtwo would be damned if Ki was hurt by his hand again. However, it was his inherent stubbornness and inability to let go of his mistrust completely in all humans that was causing her the most pain.
She did not deserve that. It was not right of him to treat her like this because she was so unlike other humans. In fact, she treated him as no different than her.
She believed in him so much. She encouraged him to be stronger, to be more than he was. If she left... there would be an emptiness in his life he did not know it could be refilled.
Mewtwo was suddenly on his feet, hackles raised, as he sensed the human's presence. Giovanni melted away from the shadows as he stepped into the dim light. He sported a rather conceited smile on his face.
Why must you insist spying on m- us? he fumed.
"I like to think of it as merely observing," Giovanni argued, "Call it... an evaluation. I need to know how my new trainer is performing."
Once again, the Team Rocket leader was all too aware of what had transpired. He also had been able to deduce Kikara was indeed a Psychic. This he was none too surprised of considering she had lived with the Saffron City Gym's proprietor, Sabrina.
"So, are we having a bit of a problem with her?" he inquired, testing for his reaction.
Hardly, came Mewtwo's short reply.
Something about the man's behavior didn't feel quite right to the Pokémon. Giovanni seemed overly interested in his well being all of a sudden. What was the real motive behind his intentions?
"Good," Giovanni approved, "It's nice to see you two getting along, but remember where your loyalties lie, Mewtwo. You have your end of our bargain to uphold."
Mewtwo roiled with fury, his eyes narrowing dangerously. Was this a threat?
I make the decisions of my own life, he rebuked, nearly shouting.
"That remains to be seen," Giovanni retorted, "In the meantime, you are to keep your priorities straight."
Without waiting for a response, he strolled briskly out of the training room. Mewtwo was thoroughly enraged. Loyalties? Priorities?
Where was all these promises before that were made to him? The way the Pokémon saw it, he owed not a damn thing to the man. It was he who needed to uphold his end of the bargain.
He was struck then with a realization things would return to exactly how they were before Ki arrived if she left. It would once again become a daily ensuing battle of wills between him and Giovanni. A life in which he had been completely miserable...
Mewtwo's anger deflated like a rapidly descending hot air balloon. Instead, he began to feel melancholy. Those days spiraled down so badly out of control he was sure he would have eventually mentally snapped.
In such a short time, the young woman had managed to give him a glimpse of a life free of such torture. He didn't feel so hopeless, so alone, with her around, but perhaps he never had been. He just hadn't known of her existence.
She had been there since the beginning. She desired so much more for him than this, she was willing to give up everything. She was pouring all her faith and belief in him.
Maybe it was time he started believing in himself.
Mewtwo glanced at the helmet where it still lay on the ground and reached to pick it up. He stared at the reflection of his face in it. Who was he? What was his purpose?
Would this cold, unfeeling hunk of metal show him? Or would it be the warmth and kindess of her gentle guidance?
Shortly after leaving the training room, Ki decided to head up to the main floor to grab breakfast. She wasn't feeling too hungry anymore, however. Her heart was heavy, her mind full, but she knew she should at least try to eat to keep her strength up.
She tentatively entered the cafeteria, hesitating just slightly to survey her surroundings. To her relief, she found very few people milling around at this hour. She slipped in and quickly collected her food.
As swiftly as she had come in, she made her way out again. She walked into the entrance of the basement stairwell, but then paused at the steps. Maybe it would be better if she ate outdoors instead.
She did miss being able to go out to her barn when she desired. She loved to be around nature. If her time wasn't devoted to a trainer's Pokémon, she would interact with the wild ones.
She wasn't sure, however, if she would encounter any here. The compound seemed very tightly sealed. All the same, the fresh air would help to clear her head.
She pushed open the door, shivering slightly as the frigid air rushed forward to slam the exposed skin on her face. She stepped out, squinting in the early morning light. Her breath formed clouds of fog around her head.
Beyond the concrete walls, the mountains stood nobly in the near distance. The gentle rays of the sun painted its peaks a golden glow. The snow glistened like thousands of tiny diamonds.
In the valley below, the land was barren and brown. It served as a stark remlinder winter had not yet released its icy grip. In the coming weeks, however, spring would finally begin to show its signs of new life.
The courtyard itself lacked greenery as well. A patch of dead grass and a lone tree in one corner was all it afforded. It was mostly designed as an outdoor battlefield.
Ki spotted one of the few stone benches dotting the perimeter located in a sunny spot and sat here to eat. She wasn't far into her meal when a huge Arcanine suddenly bounded up to her. The fire type, dog-like Pokémon whined and wagged its tail excitedly as it nudged her.
Hey, cut that out, she giggled, petting its muzzle, Where did you come from?
"Arcanine, stop! Leave her alone!" came the cry of a male voice.
She froze for a moment as she heard it and then turned to see a young man running towards them. Upon reaching her, he waited to catch his breath before speaking again.
"I am really sorry about my Arcanine," he apologized, "I don't know what's gotten into it. This behavior is highly unusual. It typically hates strangers."
"It's all right," she assured, quietly.
As she looked closely, she recognized him as the second young man from the cafeteria yesterday. He stood tall with neatly kept black hair, hazel eyes, and a dark complexion.
"I think we've met before," she added, a little more stiffly.
"Oh, yeah, you're right," he replied, somewhat chagrined, "My name is Brady."
"Kikara," she answered, shortly.
"Look, I apologize for my friend," he proffered, "Um, Zack is Zack. That's the best way to describe him, but it's not an excuse for his behavior. It was rude."
"Thank you," she accepted.
An awkward silence fell between the two. For a few moments, he watched as the young woman interacted with his Pokémon. Arcanine really seemed to like her.
"I think you're brave," he suddenly blurted out.
She blinked in surprise and then stared at him in confusion.
"What?" she queried, a little bewildered.
"What you're doing with the boss's Pokémon," he clarified, "You're very brave to train it. That thing is truly a monster."
It hurt Ki tremendously to hear such cruel words spoken of her friend. Mewtwo was anything but a "monster". He was a little unpredictable, especially when it came to his temper, but he was an emotional, sensitive and intuitive being.
"He's not a monster," she disputed, quietly, "He just needs help."
"Brave?" she continued, smiling wanly, "I am hardly brave. I don't know if I am even making a difference, but I know I want to do what's best for him."
No matter what the Pokémon decided, she would honor his choice. Even it meant breaking apart their newly formed friendship.
"I know I am probably the last person you'd believe, but I think you'd do a great job," Brady asserted.
She did find it ironic, that a Team Rocket recruit was trying to cheer her up. Nevertheless, the words hit their intended mark. She began to feel a little more confident.
"Thank you," she acknowledged.
"Sure," he nodded, with a smile.
"Well, I have a field assignment I need to complete," he added, "It was nice meeting you. Good luck with the training."
A small smile graced her lips. She wondered how a respectful young man such as he ended up tangled in with this nefarious organization. Perhaps she would learn his story someday.
"Likewise, it was a pleasure," she concurred, "Good luck to you too."
Brady recalled Arcanine into its Pokeball and then took off across the courtyard. When he had gone, Ki turned her attention back to her breakfast. Although now cold, she managed to eat most of the food she had left. Of course, this included the fact she had also snuck a few pieces of bacon to Arcanine.
After she had finished, Ki decided to explore the compound a little more. As she did not know how much longer she would be here, she should at least make the best of it. What she could potentially learn may prove useful later.
She disposed of her trash and opted to follow the same path as Brady had taken. It brought her to the other side of the building, close to where a front entrance would be located. She had not yet seen this area, due to the fact she was escorted from the roof directly to Giovanni's office after landing. He also did not include it in their tour.
Here, there was a tunnel-like structure connected to the base leading inside. She was certain this is where Brady had entered the courtyard from and then later disappeared into. Cautiously, she began to walk down through it.
The sunlight eventually faded and she soon found herself standing in a massive room that resembled a warehouse. There were rows upon rows of empty cages and holding tanks of various sizes. No doubt, she wondered angrily, to house the Pokémon they stole until they could be sold or traded on the black market. Thankfully, there didn't appear to be any at the moment.
There also didn't appear to be any people here either. For what was supposed to be a rather large organization, so far she had only ran into most of them while in the cafeteria. Had they all gone out to work in the field as Brady had or were they at breakfast?
One thing was for certain, she needed to find her way out before someone did show up. She had a feeling she wasn't supposed to see this. A slight scuffling noise in a far, dark corner of the room, however, caught her attention.
Very slowly, she approached the area, hidden behind a stack of pallets, and discovered a gorgeous little Eevee. The frightened normal type Pokémon squeaked in surprise and immediately tried to make itself smaller as it curled into a ball. Ki crouched down at its level and extended out a hand in a gesture of supplication.
It's okay, she soothed, gently, I won't hurt you. I want to help you.
Eevee began to look understandably confused. This human didn't talk or even smell like the others. In fact, she smelled like a Pokémon herself.
Who are you? it asked.
A friend, Ki replied, My name is Ki.
Are you trapped here too? Eevee inquired, curiously.
No, she assured, smiling softly, I am here to help another Pokémon. His name is Mewtwo.
Never heard of that Pokémon before, it admitted.
He's one of a kind, she informed, There are only a handful who know of his existence.
As they talked, Eevee had stepped closer to her inch by inch until its front paws rested on her knees. She laid her hand on its head with a whisper of a touch. The Pokémon did not flinch and instead, nudged her to scratch behind its ears.
I miss home, Eevee whimpered, sadly, They stole me from my trainer. I managed to get away and hide here, but they'll find me again.
It's all right, she comforted, I am going to get you out of here. Do you trust me?
Eevee hesitated only a brief moment before it squeaked its approval and happily jumped in the young Psychic's waiting arms. Ki stood to her feet then, gently holding the Pokémon close to her. She quickly scanned the room as she looked for an exit that led outside the compound to Eevee's freedom.
As it happened, there was such a door next to the loading bay on the same side only a few feet away from them. She swiftly, but cautiously, carried the Pokémon towards it. They were almost at the door when she heard the sound of distant footsteps.
She tested the doorknob, praying it was unlocked. To her relief, it turned easily and sunlight spilled in as she pushed it open. She quickly set Eevee on the ground and it bounded out into the meadow. It paused a moment to glance back at her as if it were thanking her.
Go, she urged, Good luck finding your trainer.
Eevee gave a firm nod of its head and then raced off, disappearing down the hill. Ki barely had time to close the door as silently as possible and duck to the floor behind another stack of pallets. She watched from her hiding place as a couple of Team Rocket grunts walked past.
"I thought I heard something," one spoke.
"Eh, maybe it was just the snow melting on the roof," the other replied, "You know how everything echoes in this part of the building."
"You're probably right," the first one agreed.
When they had walked a distance away from her, the young woman crawled further along the wall until she felt safe enough to use teleport. She wound up back in her room, upon which she collapsed on her bed. Her heart was pounding with the adrenaline rushing through her body.
She closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply in an attempt to slow her heart rate. As she gradually began to calm down, she could finally feel the effects wearing off. The withdrawal was brutal and she was momentarily too weak to even lift her head.
That had been entirely too close for comfort, but she was glad she could help Eevee escape. It was one less Pokémon in Team Rocket's possession and for her, the trouble was more than worth it. She fervently hoped Eevee was safe and could locate its trainer.
After a few more minutes, Ki felt strong enough to move again. She curled up, laying her head on the pillow as her thoughts began to switch elsewhere. She found herself feeling lonely all of a sudden.
How strange was it she could miss Mewtwo being around when they barely had been friends for more than a day. Depsite his initial hostility, they had managed to form a bond considered impossible by most standards. Perhaps their connection ran deeper than she realized.
If he wished her to leave... she would feel greatly dejected. It would undoubtedly cause a rift in her soul that would take time to heal. She would question her judgement in placing her utmost trust in someone, as she had with him.
Ki wrapped her arms around herself tightly, giving a deep sigh. She wished Mew were here. The tiny Psychic cat always seemed to know exactly what to say to make her feel better.
She soon felt her eyelids begin to grow heavy and finally fall closed, drifting off to sleep. She didn't know how long she slept, but it was her growling stomach that eventually woke her up. She decided to venture upstairs to grab some food.
The remainder of the day passed quietly and uneventful. She remained in her room, hoping the Pokémon would soon come with his choice so she could learn of her fate. He never did.
By nightfall, she was crestfallen and growing increasingly discouraged. Why hadn't he come? Maybe his absence was his way of telling her what he had ultimately decided.
She did not sleep. She lay awake most of the night staring up at the window as she gazed out at the stars. At least she would be going home soon. That thought did cause a slight smile.
She would get to see Sabrina and Mew again. They would help to put this whole mess behind her.
It was not light out when she finally rose and climbed out of bed. She did not dress in her training clothes, but instead pulled on a purple knit sweater, a pair of jeans and a pair of flats. She brushed out her hair, but left it flowing loosely behind her.
She walked out her room and silently slipped by Mewtwo's door. She wondered if she should even bother to say goodbye, but perhaps it was better they didn't.
She really didn't know how she ended up outside in the courtyard, but she stood shivering in the predawn grey. It was not like her to give up so easily, but what more could she do? She had done everything possible within her boundaries.
It was his life and he had the right to live it as he saw fit. Forcing his hand would only cause bitter resentment towards her and their friendship would crumble. Maybe, however, she already had been too harsh on him...
Her breath hitched slightly in her throat as she swallowed back tears. It would do no good to cry. The damage was done.
A soft breeze blew then, lightly touseling her hair. She sensed his presence long before she heard his rich baritone speak gently in her head.
Ki.
A feeling of dread suddenly settled in the pit of her stomach. She was almost fearful of what Mewtwo would tell her. It was a moment before she finally turned around.
The Psychic Pokémon stood behind her, holding the helmet to the armor in his hands. His soulful amythest eyes met hers, piercing her to the core. He smiled as he stepped closer, offering it to her in his outstretched arms.
I am ready, he informed.
The words barely registered. Joy began to fill her heart and her breathing grew slightly heavy with the emotion. She felt she would cry both from relief and happiness.
She completed the distance between them and accepted the helmet. She hastily set it on the ground. Then, without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him close.
Mewtwo was very much stunned, and confused, by her actions. While he had seen humans do this before, he did not understand what its intent was. However, he did feel inexplicably heartened by it.
It was only a few moments until she realized what she was doing and quickly released him. Her cheeks were flushed red and she appeared flustered. She nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, looking sheepishly at him.
Forgive me, she implored, I'm... not sure what came over me.
What... is it for? he inquired, curiously.
A hug, as it's called, establishes a physical connection between two people, she explained, It could mean many differents things, but it's mainly used to show someone you care.
He was silent for a moment as he disgested this information. The way she had held onto him... It had brought about a strange new feeling he could not explain, but one he did not dislike. He was only disappointed it had not lasted longer.
You... care about me? he asked, faltering slightly.
Ki gave him a warm, gentle smile.
I always have, she admitted, softly, I always will. It's what friends do, they care for each other.
At her words, Mewtwo began to realize he felt the same way for her. Reflecting back on yesterday, it was why he had spent so much of its remainder trapped in a fog of depression. He didn't sleep either. He contemplated on destroying the armor, but he needed to surrender the helmet to show her he wanted her to stay.
I care about you too, he confessed.
He spread his arms and reached for her, pulling her gently into his own embrace. He held onto her tightly for a moment before he finally released her. His eyes searched hers hopefully.
Does this mean you will stay? he implored.
For the second time that morning, she had to blink away the tears which threatened to spill down her cheeks. However, she would have cried now in happiness, not sorrow.
Yes, it does, she assured, quietly.
He smiled softly at her.
Good, he replied, simply.
She gave him a gentle smile of her own.
Why don't we head inside before we freeze out here? she suggested, I will go bring us some breakfast and hot chocolate.
Yes, he readily agreed.
Abruptly, he groaned in pain as a massive headache ripped through his skull. Sheer, raw unbridled power began rapidly overtaking him. The effects of the armor was already starting to wear off, but he could no longer use it to regain control. He gave his word.
Mewtwo!
Ki knelt at his side the moment he sank to his knees, clutching at his head. His eyes, as well as his entire body, began to glow a firey blue with psychic energy.
I... cannot... control... it... he managed to ground out.
She quickly began to think. There was one thing she learned in her early days training with Mew. In gaining control of her own powers, the Pokémon had opened a link between them to move Ki's excess energy into her own body and bring it to a more managable level. It could prove risky, she had never tried herself, but it was the only way she knew how to help him now.
Channel your powers through me, she instructed, offering her hands to him.
What...? he questioned, incredulously.
Channel it through me, she repeated, It will help disperse some of it.
No... stay... back... he warned, I... will... not... see... you... hurt...
This is why I am here, she reminded, We are in it together. Please... trust me.
He hesitated briefly before struggling to lower his arms to place his hands in hers. She closed her fingers over his, grasping them firmly. She then shut her eyes as she began to concentrate, projecting her mind to seek his.
She encountered some resistance at first, but with gentle persuasion, he fully opened up his consciousness to her. Once their link was established, she knew there was not much time to waste. He was nearly at the brink.
Let go, she whispered, It's okay.
The power that began to surge through her body was almost unbearable. She had never experienced anything like it. She clenched her jaw tightly in agony, inadvertently squeezing his hands harder.
Just as she could absorb no more, it began to slow and then, after a moment, fade away entirely. It seemed like hours, but it had lasted merely seconds. Any longer, she was sure she would have lost control herself, and that would have done them both no good.
Her emerald eyes finally fluttered open and she met his now clear amythest gaze. He managed a weak smile, but despite his own condition, Mewtwo's concern lay within her. She had borne the brunt of his full power, at her insistence no less. It was a foolish idea, but, nevertheless, one he was very grateful for.
We did it, she murmured, exhaustedly.
Yes, he concurred.
Ki sighed heavily and then a hint of a smile crossed her lips. As tired as she was, it was worth every burden to help him. They had adverted a potentially disastrous outcome.
However, as she would soon realize, this was only the tip of the iceberg.
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