Two Hearts, One Destiny- A Retelling of BTW | By : MysticMewtwo Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Ki. I do not own Pokemon and I make no money from this story. |
Spring slowly transitioned into summer and with it came the rainy season. Most days were spent stuck indoors, but training kept the pair from becoming too bored. In those last few months, Ki had made tremendous progress.
Mew was able to tap into a power she never knew she possessed and as a result her skills more than doubled.
Ki was able to do things she never thought were possible. These new powers were on a level not seen in a human Psychic. In fact, they were nearly as strong as a Pokémon's. Her training had other positive influences as well.
In addition to harnessing her newfound talents, she learned to manage her temper in the process. Gone were the days she lashed out in frustration at her failure or stormed off in a fit of rage and tears. Mew had taught her meditation and breathing techniques to help curb those unpredictable outbursts, which were coming less and less each day.
Mew and Ki, having spent every hour of every day with each other, had developed a very close relationship. They shared a unique bond in where Mew would mother her at times, especially when Ki would fall ill. Other times they were playful and silly, acting more like best friends or sisters.
On this particular rainy morning, the two were reading through some of the ancient texts Sabrina kept in the gym's library. Abruptly, Ki sighed and massaged her temples. She must have read the current page in her book on ancient Mew at least a half dozen times now, but she couldn't concentrate. For some reason, her head ached horribly and her vision would cloud.
Sensing her distress, Mew turned her attention to the young woman.
Ki? Are you all right? she asked, concerned.
Ki shook her head. The image of a jungle flashed in her mind. She could feel the steamy heat and humidity on her skin. Another image flashed, this time of a group of men and women walking a trail deep in the heart of it.
I don't know, she finally answered, pained, Something doesn't feel right... I think I am going to lie down for a while.
She slowly got up to her feet and tried to walk, but ended up stumbling. The last thing she heard was Mew's frantic voice calling her name as her vision went black and she fainted.
Ki!
Somewhere in the heart of the Amazon jungle in South America, a group of scientists trekked through harsh conditions and rough terrain to reach a sacred destination. If they were successful, it would mean a revolution in genetics as they knew it. They were in search of a fossilized remain of ancient Mew in an attempt to clone said Pokémon.
Leading the expedition was the world renowed Dr. Fuji. A man fueled not by greed, but obsession and grief. A man broken by the loss of his young daughter and the futile attempts to resurrect her. His mission had to succeed.
He staked his whole life on it.
Hours later, they finally reached the ruins of an ancient temple. They set camp here and began unpacking their bags of equipment.
It was a delicate process. They had to be careful not to destroy anything in their eagerness. Some began work at photographing an ancient carving of Mew etched in the stone wall.
Meanwhile, Dr. Fuji meticulously scoured the area for any viable source of DNA.
He came upon a stone alter with another carving on the wall. He took his brush and gently began dusting away the dirt.
Something, anything. Please.
He stopped suddenly. Glittering in the rays of sunlight coming through the open windows was a single eyelash, tiny and fragile.
He felt his body began to shake. This was it. It had to be it. The shape was right and the size was right so it had to be Mew's.
He fumbled for a pair tweezers in his shirt pocket, but managed to regain control and steady himself. He had to extract the fossil with the utmost care and precision. He could not bring harm to it in any way.
He took a small plexiglass box out of his backpack and slowly, gently, pinched the hair between the tweezers and deposited it safely inside. The eyelash seemed to emit an ethereal glow. It was a surreal moment for Dr. Fuji. He now held the key to answer all of his prayers.
He shivered despite the over 100 degree temperature.
"I have found it!" he called out to his colleagues, "We've done it!"
Cheers errupted from the camp and they rushed to crowd around the tiny box containing the sample. Dr. Fuji gingerly craddled it against his chest like a newborn baby as if shielding it.
"We will return to New Island immediately," he announced, "There is much work to be done."
Despite a few grumbles, the group packed up all of their belongings and they set off once more into the jungle, retracing their steps back. It was nearly dark by the time they reached a grassy clearing. There, a small private jet was waiting for their inevitable return.
There was one other lone male passenger inside as they boarded the plane. The man was dressed in an orange Italian business suit. He had thick, brown hair that was combed and slicked back and black eyes.
A large Persian laid at its master's feet. He hissed at Dr. Fuji as he approached, warning him not to come any closer.
The man stood to greet the scientist, but it was not a warm reception by far.
"I trust you bring me good news?" he asked, tersely.
"Yes, Giovanni, sir," Dr. Fuji answered, nervously, bowing quickly, "I am pleased to inform you our mission was a success."
A sinister smile curled on Giovanni's lips. Everything was falling into place. The fool thought he was going to help him, but instead he was the one going to reap all the benefits. He was a ruthless and cutthroat man in his business, but when one was desparate, they usually groveled to him.
"Excellent work," he replied, curtly, "We can begin the project immediately."
The group took their seats and within minutes, the jet was flying over open waters. They were heading to New Island, a tiny remote piece of land in the middle of the ocean. It was here Dr. Fuji's secret lab was located.
A lab that experimented in cloning Pokémon and his own daughter. He was only focused on bringing her back. He had no idea he was really Giovanni's pawn.
Giovanni sat mulling to himself as he stroked his Persian's head. The jeweled sleek cat-like Pokémon purred loudly, enjoying the extra attention.
Soon, I will have the ultimate weapon. With a genetically enhanced Mew at my command, I will be virtually unstoppable.
Ki! Ki! Wake up!
Sabrina shook the young woman by the shoulders in a vain attempt to rouse her, but Ki was nonresponsive. She hung limply from her grip, her breathing shallow. Sabrina desparately looked to Mew.
How long has she been like this? she asked.
Hours, Mew replied, grimly, I was hoping she'd come out of it herself, but she hasn't. I think I may have an idea.
She placed a paw on Ki's head and a small surge of Psychic energy flowed from her into the young woman. It was a few breath-holding moments before Ki's eyelids fluttered and she finally opened her emerald green eyes. Her face was contorted in confusion as she blinked the world back into focus.
Hey, she stuttered, groggily, Where did all those people go?
Ki, do you remember what happened? Mew asked, You passed out and then you mumbled something about cloning me. What did you see?
Ki shook her head, gathering all her thoughts together. It was a lot to take in. There was so much she didn't know.
There were people walking in a jungle, she started, They were looking for fossils of Mew. They want to clone Mew.
I got that part earlier, Mew deadpanned, What else did you see?
A man with a Persian, Ki continued, I think his name is Giovanni. He wants to create a weapon of mass destruction out of the clone. He wants it his to control.
Sabrina gasped. Giovanni was the Viridian City Gym Leader and while no one had yet to actually prove it, he was also supposedly the head of the evil world organization Team Rocket. If he was behind this, no good would come out of it.
I have a bad feeling about this, Mew stated, somberly.
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