The Incomplete Soul Saga

Chapter 5: Forest brawl
Disclaimer: Blah blah, BLAH! No own, Blah!
Warning: brief language & violence
Remember: Mewtwo’s speech are in “~this.~” format. Thoughts are shown as “(this too.)”
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"Gründe kommen zuerst. Antworten kommen an zweiter Stelle.”
“Reasons come first. Answers come second.”

Following the narrow trails of Viridian forest, the energetic red head, Daisy makes her way. Glad that she had tricked Mewtwo back into her poke ball a couple of hours ago (he wanted for her to chuck him away, so he might get some peace.), she wondered through the lush green forest with a smile as wide as a Cheshire cat. Looking around, there were many types of pokemon all over the woods. There were Caterpies, Weedles, & more everywhere. At the sheer sight of spotting her, most of the pokemon fled in fear. Disappointed by their reaction towards her, the kunoichi started to complain. “This sucks; they think that I have brought some sort of plague with me.” Bringing out one her poke ball to her hand, a thought popped in. “Maybe I should bring out Heidnreich out. He will keep me company. Besides, he won’t make insults about my personality, unlike a certain pervert I know.” Releasing out Heidnreich, the confused Nidoran tilted his head, surveying the new surroundings. Crouching on her knees & tapping on her lap to get his attention, Daisy called for him. “C’mon Heidnreich, I’m not gonna hurt you. Trust me, that asshole won’t trouble you.” At first, the little pokemon stared at her eyes, checking if she was telling the truth. Noticing her eyes held no lies, the Nidoran trotted with caution to his new trainer. Just within hand’s reach, she petted Heidnreich, carefully & calm. “See? You can trust me.” “Ni! Do ni nidoran!” Picking up Heidnreich to her shoulders, the red head gleefully continued onwards, following the forest trail. However, unbeknownst to her, somebody had gone AWOL from his poke ball.


Deep in a secluded section of the forest, Mewtwo took up some refuge on top a dying oak tree, for the moment to relax. During his time incarcerated in his poke ball, the psychic had tinkered around with the mechanics & functions of the inside walls. For a smart ass that he is, it took approximately four minutes and fifty-nine seconds to permanently disable the main functions of the poke ball & slip out unnoticed. After all, he did make those kick ass poke balls that can capture even other trainer’s pokemon within their own poke balls.) Hood removed, Mewtwo viewed the rich life, which played out in Viridian Forest. “(~Complete…why is that word so enigmatic ,yet-~)” Without warning, sudden cringes in his body had caught him off guard. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he let out a horrible cough that lasted about three minutes. (After regaining his breath, the clone gazed at his hands to see something he thought it would not happen now: his own blood. “~I guess that time is not on my side…again. If I, being so intelligent, could escape such an instrument of technological ‘achievements’, then why can’t I figure on how long that I have to…enough.~” Wiping off his blood onto the edge of his cloak, the clone took a spit to the grass below, staining it with the only proof of his existence. "~I'm getting too old to keep on living. Even if I am around Ten years old, I feel as if it were sixty years. (sighs) I wonder when will it by my time to go, to leave in peace...toned my true pain...~"Averting his amethyst eyes up to the cloudless noon sky, Mewtwo cracked his neck ever so careful, to remove the stiffening on his neck & avoided the process of self-paralysis. Though there was a gentle breeze that blown around him, he did nothing but stare at the warm comfortable sky. No signs of warmth in his eyes or joy in his heart…

Hearing some rustling footsteps from afar, the psychic put back his hood on, & made his way to cover. From within the shadows the oak had provided, he saw another human, male this time, passing through. He was a pale skinny lad, on his late teens. Blue & green dyed mohawk, denim vest with many assortments of spikes & collars around his upper torso. Black baggy pants, converse sneakers that were on the brink of falling apart & an odd shaped disc in the palm of his hand with a thin black thread that connected to both of his ears, the lad was bobbing his head around. Suddenly, the rebellious teen stopped for a moment to look at his odd disc. He took out the two plug like objects that were temporarily attached to his lugs and tapped on the instrument a couple of times. Nothing. Then the lad shouted some profanity the clone wished he had never learned before. Throwing away the object, the punk teen stormed off towards to his destination, whatever it was. After waiting for the passing of the weird looking human (and he’s the freak) the psychic clone took one last look over the area. When the coast is clear, Mewtwo departed from his cover, and dropped down to the forest ground. Leaning towards the disc, he picked it up, making a close observation. “(~Hmmm, oh. It’s nothing more than a portable compact disc player. No use for such-wait.~)” An idea had concocted in his mind. “(~Perhaps, this might have some use at all, if it is in the right hands, but not now. I have to attend to a much more important matter…~)” Pulling the disc man into his cloak and returned to the top of the oak. Once in position, Mewtwo closed his eyes, & readied himself for meditation. Now, that all outside distractions were no longer heard, the trance had commenced.


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((Utter blackness was forever viewed all around in the astral universe. In true definition: absolute nothingness. His life was first seen, here, in this realm. Here, there were no such acts of discrimination, sorrow, or pain. This was his only haven, his ‘Shangri La’, the home he had longed for.))

((Appearing from a near distance, the psychic saw a fainting light, brimming in pale blue & silver lighting. Drawing closer, the flash of energy made it’s way to Mewtwo. Rather than acting agitated, the clone rather shown signs of anticipation, as if he knew what or rather who it was. Stopping just inches away from his chest, a soothing voice derived from the light. ))

((“It’s been awhile now, has it, Mewtwo…”))
The psychic clone replied in a gentle manner. ((“~Yes, it has been a while…Megumi…~”))
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Following the trail path for about two hours had drained the joy out of Daisy, still holding on Heidnreich & struggled in her head on what to do with Mewtwo. “That jerk always have to piss me off. Sure, he can be...nice, but that’s like barely one percent. The other ninety-nine, he has to be all smart & powerful. Geez, what a dick.” Not paying any attention at all, she had bumped into some one by accident. By a stroke of luck, it was the same punk teen that Mewtwo had seen earlier. The teen shouted in anger. “What the bloody hell is wr- hello, hello, little lady. Were you trying to hit on me?” Not wanting to do with such a freaky guy with a cocky attitude, she nonchalantly replied, “I don’t think so, fruit cake. I’ll be on my way now.” Stretching his arms out to block her path, the teen spat at her face & said, “My, aren’t you a prissy bitch. Allow me to introduce myself. Ray J’s the name, skilled trainer from Johto. I see that you’re a trainer yourself, right?” diverting her glare away from the obnoxious turd, she gave him a cold response. “Yeah, so what of it?” “Then I challenge you to a battle. And to make it much more fun, I’ll put up some cash on the line. You have to accept my challenge, or are you afraid that your stupid purple piece of shit there in your dainty girly arms is gonna get punked around?” Placing down Heidnreich down, Daisy pointed to Ray. J. “Bring it on, you punk reject.” Grabbing one of his poke balls from his vest, Ray J chucked it to the air. “Go Scy, show no mercy!” Out from the ball, a green menacing mantis sprung out & landed in front of her “Scyther, Scy.” Not intimidated whatsoever, the perturbed kunoichi went for…her own poke ball. A smock of confidence had shown on her face, not realizing that she was going to get a surprise for her. “Ok, jack-off, it’s time for you meet…” as soon as she threw the poke ball to the ground, it did not open at all. Ray J looked at the malfunctioned contraption, and then he started to laugh his ass off. “Bwe ehehehehehehehe! Looks like you’ve got shit.” Embarrassed by the action, Daisy went to get her ball back & inspected the situation. At the same time, whispered her complaints to an empty ball. “C’mon pervert, don’t be such a prude now. I need you to shut this asshole’s rants.” Shaking the ball, there was a small rattle heard inside. Then she made an effort to pry the ball open. Out came a small piece of paper. That is when she went & read the paper.


"I need some alone time: too frustrated from your complaints. Here's some tips even you could figure it out.
Nidoran’s attacks: Horn attack, Thunderbolt, Ice beam, Double kick.
Apply some of your skills to Heidnreich for movement. Leave me alone."---------------- Mewtwo


Shocked of what he written down (for that matter, write at all) Daisy clenched her fists, & muttered to herself. “(That arrogant, selfish…ouuuuuhhh! Wait ‘til I get my hands on him, I’m gonna neuter him painfully & very slow.)” Ray J brought her back to reality. “Hey, why don’t you just give up & fork over some cash, loser?” turning back to the jerk, the red head snapped back. “Fuck you, you horn dog! & I am not forfeiting. Heidnreich here will kick your ass.” Ray J scoffed when she brought her Nidoran down to the battleground. “Whatever, Scy! Rush up to that turd & use Quick attack!” The mantis gave out a war cry as it sped towards it’s target, bringing up one it’s sword like arm to connect the blow. Brushed away from such a powerful blow, Heidnreich landed backed on it’s feet. Daisy panicked, watching her Nidoran taking such a fast attack. Trying to get her grips, she noticed the crumpled up paper in her fists. “Scy, finish it now with slash.” Now realizing the note as a boost of hope, her worries were washed away with determination. “Stand your ground & wait until the last second!” Standing in place, Heidnreich waits for the next move as Scy geared up to cross it's arms & side slash furiously. "End it now, Scy!" So close to defeat, the Nidoran shook with fear as the menacing green bug was within striking distance. It was time for the kunoichi to test out her skills in her very first pokemon battle. "Now, roll to the left & use Ice beam!" Scuttling hard to the left, Heidnreich didn't had enough time to fully evade the assault nor it attacked. A small incision was marked on the Nidoran's side. Winching in utter pain, the injured pokemon gave it his all, as the Scyther retreated back to start another slash attack. It was now or never for Daisy.

"Fire the Ice beam!" Determined to win, the wounded Nidoran’s mouth glowed with a chill felt by Ray J & Scy. "Try another Slash attack, & this time, go for the head!" "(Scy Scy!)" In a flash, the mantis rushed back to Hedinreich. But this time, the little pokemon was ready to exact revenge, when Scyther got close to striking distance, Heidnreich let loose a vicious surge of blue energy. Too late to avoid the hit, the once menacing pokemon now was incased in a block of pure ice. Ray J couldn't believe his eyes as recalled back his fallen pokemon back to it's poke ball. His own Scy, lost to a mere purple pipsqueak. "GODDAMNIT! You stupid bitch, I'm gonna make you pay!" Picking up her victorious Heidnreich, the proud red head gave him a piece of her mind. " Hey, I won fair & square. Now pay up loser." A sinister smirk shown up at the punker's face, when he reached in his vest, he pulled out a semi-automatic pistol & pointed directly at her. "I may be the loser here, but at least I am gonna leave here alive." Pulling back the hammer of the gun, Ray revved up to squeeze the trigger but something or someone stopped him. From out of nowhere, the would be killer was picked up into the air, his arms was struggling to get free, but it was no use.

Daisy looked up to see what was going on, while Ray J shouted out in panic. "What the fuck is going on now? What ever is going on, better stop now, or I'm gonna kill the lots of ya!" "~And what makes you think that you will even live to harm any one at all?~" Daisy realized who's voice that belonged to: it was none other than Mewtwo himself still in his cloak, hanging upside down from a tree? And his tail was wrapped around a branch? This is all new to her (and new to any one either) as she watched the psychic do his evil thing to Ray J. "Ww-w-w--what are you gonna do, freak?" A sinister laugh had entered into the mind of the punker. "~He he...Not me. If it were up to I, you'd be brain dead for the rest of your pathetic life. Instead,... the hand of judgment will be handed upon you by the one you wanted to kill, her.~" Catching on to his decision, the kunoichi grabbed her poke ball & returned her Nidoran inside. Next, she skipped along to a frightened Ray J. Removing the gun from his grasp, Daisy took the clip out, removed all but one bullet & put back the clip to the gun.

"Well, well, looks like one bullet is in the chamber. Now, what to do with one bullet?" Tracing the barrel all over his face, the sadistic girl put the gun right under Ray J's quivering chin & locked the hammer back to firing position. "Well, ask yourself this, scum fucker: Do I feel lucky? Hmmm? Well, do you feel lucky,... punk?" Pulling the trigger, the mohawked punk teen Ray J, screamed out in fear, and fainted. "What a poor excuse of a rebel. He didn't noticed that I faked putting the last bullet in." Throwing the unconscious teen to the ground, the psychic let his tail unhinged from the tree branch & landed away from the gun toting Daisy. "Well?" seeing the gun still in her hand, Mewtwo gave a sharp toned "~Well what? I don't have to answer to you. You may have beaten me, in account of exhaustion, but that does not mean that I am your slave.~" Riffling into the pockets of Ray J's vests & pants, Daisy made her argument while taking all of his betting money. “($600.00) You are not my slave, you're my partner, remember? Hey! Wait now, don't change the subject! Hey, you should've told me that you needed some space. I was..." There was something in her mind.

“~What? Either you say it now or forget about it.~"

Looking away to hide her face from Mewtwo, she replied, "I... I...I was worried that you left...me. There! I’ve said it!" Walking away from his partner, Mewtwo made only one comment to her, as he placed down the fixed up disc man to her bag. "~Here, have this...~" In his sense of judgment, he made an apology to her. Seeing as he put a disc man on top of her bag, Daisy broke the gun into pieces with her own bare hands, and went for the gift that he left. Thinking on all the things that had happened, Daisy got confused as to what's next. "(That egotistical...thoughtful bastard... maybe I should stop annoying him & try to get on his good side...)" Grabbing her belongings to catch up to Mewtwo, Daisy attempted to at least have a decent conversation with the clone. "So, what you're thinking?" Without looking at her, Mewtwo kept on walking. "~...nothing. Nothing at all. Why are you asking me this?~" Trying not to get angry, she tried to change the subject. "Okay. One more thing. Where did you get this disc man from?" “~From Ray J, but a while ago. Is that all?~" As both saw the edge of the forest at a quarter of a mile, Daisy inquired one more question. "Mewtwo?"

"~...yes~?"

"Can you accept my apology? You know, for calling you a pervert?"
This was new to him. It's as if she wants to start all over again and try to make restitution. Taken back by her sudden change of attitude, the pokemon halted on his track. “(~Why is she wanting to make things better now? Does Daisy really meant, it to say she is sorry? There's only one way to truly find out if she is telling the honest truth.~)” As his mind was getting ready he finally looking back, made eye contact to her & said softly, "~I... I will, if, you could, accept my apology.~" Smiling from hearing him wanting to apologize to her as well, she replied. “Sure, How about we say sorry at the same time?" Mewtwo took a gulp as to what she had proposed. But is was... nice for her to suggest such a...reasonable request. So he complied with Daisy. Both looked into each other's eyes & simultaneously said to each other.

~"I'm sorry.~"
"I'm sorry."

A sign of trust has been forged, the friendship seems to blossom, but at a slow pace. Nether less, it is being made strong. Daisy made the first move to break open a conversation. "Wasn't that a good idea?" "~...Yes. What now?~" Trying to concoct a plan on her next move, Daisy scratched her hair as she asked Mewtwo another question. "Do you know what is the next town & what's there to offer?" Complying to the red head with a bit more respect for her, the clone gave Daisy her answer. "~Pewter City. There's a Natural History Museum & ...the Pewter City gym. If you still want to be a champion, then... take the challenge & defeat the gym leader.~" "A gym battle? Okay. Then will you help me prep up for my first match?"
Mewtwo took a moment to give her his decision.


"~Fine, I will. Under 'one' condition...~"
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Author’s notes: Awwww, isn't that all warm & fluffy? I hate that shit! Well, don't worry, the next chapter will set up the dark and gruesome mood that will thrive in here.

Have you ever wanted to know if a part of yourself exists within another’s soul? Welllllllllllllllllllll………
For Mewtwo…that will be Megumi. Confused? I am too, but that will be explained soon. I don't want to yank your chains now.

Coming up next Chapter 6: Rock on! (Mewtwo watches in the side line as Daisy takes on Brock for her first gym badge. Will Brock snare the red haired kunoichi with his charm? And, who is hunting down the both of them?)