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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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Chapter List
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After a couple of hours of flying, the helicopter finally began to slow down and make its descent. When they landed, Domino approached Ki and removed the blindfold. The young woman squinted in the sudden bright light, shielding her eyes with a hand.
"We're here," the teenager informed.
"Where is here?" Ki inquired, curiously.
Domino chose to ignore her and impatiently ushered her to her feet. Still half blinded, the young woman gathered up her suitcase with the other hand and followed the girl. Ki stepped into the sunlight flooding through the open door and carefully navigated down the steps.
She gazed around a few moments, taking in her new surroundings. They were on a helipad on top of a rather large building, which stood in the middle of a clearing. The mountains that guarded this place like a fortress were breathtaking with their snowcapped peaks.
She shivered as a bonechilling breeze swept through her hair. Despite her winter coat, she was freezing. It was much colder here than in Saffron. She couldn't wait for spring again.
Ki sniffed the air as her nose picked up a familiar scent. The smell of salt hung there faintly. It reminded her of home. When the wind blew just right, she could smell the ocean. There must be one nearby.
"Are we close to the sea?" she asked.
"The Gulf of Vermillion is on the eastern side of these mountains," Domino finally disclosed, "This is the Coastguard Mountain Range."
"You can sightsee later," she added, curtly, "Come on, move it. The boss is waiting."
She then began walking towards the roof access door. Ki had just about all she could stand of the rude teenager, but she wisely held her tongue.
It's not worth it...
Domino led her down two flights of stairs before coming to the next floor. They entered through the door into a long carpeted hallway. Right away, Ki noticed the set of heavy ornate wooden doors at the end. This had to be the way to Giovanni's office.
Sure enough, the blonde girl started heading for these doors. The young Psychic felt her stomach suddenly twist into a tight knot. Meeting this man was never high on her list, but as her now employer, it must be done. No matter what, however, she would not be deterred from her goal.
Domino knocked on one of the doors once and after a moment's pause, pushed it open. She gestured for Ki to follow her inside. A well-muscled and slightly tanned man sat behind a solid oak desk. He wore an orange business suit paired with a green overvest, a pale yellow dress shirt, and a red tie. The color combinations were absolutely hideous to Ki.
She then spied the feline that lay snoozing next to him. It was a beautiful Persian, and obviously well taken care of judging by its shiny cream coat and red jewel.
The Pokémon cracked open one of its red eyes in a slit and looked at her with a lazy interest. It was not bothered by her presence in the least. Rather, it was curious as to how a human could give off the essence of a Pokémon.
The moment Giovanni saw the young woman, his face beamed with a charismatic smile. He was a ruthless, imposing figure to his enemies, but a school boy charmer to those who were none the wiser. The young Psychic fell between the two categories, but she could not let on she was aware of more than he thought.
He stood to his feet as Ki approached and offered out a hand to her. Steeling herself, she grasped it with hers and they shook.
"Welcome, my dear," he greeted, cheerfully, "I thank you for coming on such short notice."
Inwardly, Ki shuddered at his voice. If Domino hadn't been creepy enough, this guy was ten times worse. He was acting just as fake as she had. The only difference was he was a lot calmer.
"Domino informed me of your situation," she stated, carefully.
Giovanni's smile instantly disappeared and was replaced with a frustrated scowl.
"Yes," he confirmed, "We have a rather special case. You see, Ms... Forgive me, Domino never mentioned your name."
"It's Kikara," Ki supplied.
The man's eyebrows rose slightly. How unusual for a human to have a Pokémon name. He filed the information away for later.
"Ms. Kikara," he continued, "The Pokémon in question has become disruptive of late. He refuses to do his part of the work we do."
"We're... partners, you could say," he added, hastily, "His behavior is worrisome and I have sent for you to ask you to help me correct these problems using your techniques."
He was laying it on rather thick, but Ki did note the hint of desparation in his voice. He truly was on his last resort with Mewtwo. She was committed only for the sake of the Pokémon, however, not the Team Rocket leader.
"As I told Domino earlier, I accept the offer," Ki affirmed, "I want to help. That's what my life's work is all about, helping the Pokémon who are most often simply misunderstood."
"Excellent," Giovanni approved, "Welcome aboard, Kikara."
"Thank you," she replied, shortly.
He picked up her suitcase, along with her coat, from where it sat on the floor and handed them to Domino.
"See to it that Kikara's room is prepared," he instructed the teenager, "The one closest to Mewtwo's quarters."
"Yes, boss," she complied.
She briefly flashed a malevolent grin at the young woman and eventually walked out of his office, disappearing down the hallway. Ki ignored the obvious attempt to provoke her. If the girl thought she was going to get under her skin, she was sadly mistaken. She didn't play those kind of games.
The man then turned his attention back to the young Psychic.
"Come, my dear," he beckoned, "Allow me to give you a brief tour of our facility. Then we'll meet Mewtwo, the Pokémon you are to train."
Giovanni reached out an arm to grasp her shoulders, but Ki effortlessly manuevered past him before he even knew she moved. She smiled with a feigned sweetness at his flustered face. Her height had its advantages.
"Please tell me more about the Pokémon," she prompted, innocently, "What kind is it? What is its type?"
She already retained some knowledge of who Mewtwo was, but he had no idea she had that information. If she assumed correctly, Giovanni wouldn't be able to resist to talk about his prized possession. As she predicted, he took the bait.
"Mewtwo is a very special Pokémon," he asserted, "He is unique in that he is the only one of his kind. He's an extremely powerful Psychic."
They soon came upon an elevator and Giovanni pressed the "down" button. After a few moments, it announced its arrival to their floor with a loud "ding!" and the doors slid open. Once they boarded, he selected the button for the first floor.
"It must be an awful feeling to know you're the only one in existence," she uttered, softly, "Is he alone much?"
"He's pretty much confined himself to his quarters since a couple of weeks ago when all this started," Giovanni groused.
"Weeks?" she repeated, suddenly worried, "Is he eating?"
"Sometimes," he admitted, "Other days, he barely touches the food... What are you getting at?"
"It sounds like he could have depression," Ki explained.
He was impressed with her deduction skills. At the same time, this revelation stirred his anger anew. Mewtwo had driven himself to a depressed state of mind in his obssesiveness to find his purpose.
It was now becoming a thorn in the man's side. He needed Kikara to remove that thorn, permanently.
"I trust you will get to the bottom of it, correct?" he inquired.
"Yes," she assured, "I'll know more when I actually begin to work with him."
"Good," he simply said.
There was an awkward silence between them before they finally arrived on the first floor. Giovanni then led her into a foyer of sorts. There was a huge picture window that overlooked the mountains and a sprawling courtyard.
"You may use the courtyard as a means of fresh air and exercise," he stated, "Do not go past that, however. Stay within the compound."
She would definitely take advantage of that. She had plans to get Mewtwo out as much as she possibly could. He then gestured off to his right to a set of steel double doors.
"This is our common room and cafeteria," he pointed out, "Meal times are posted on the wall. You may either eat here or have the food taken to eat elsewhere."
Ki already knew she would not be using this amenity. She would be eating her meals in the privacy of her room. She was not comfortable around large crowds of people. It had been tough enough when attending school. She would often sneak her food to eat alone outside.
They continued the tour, entering through another set of double doors into a long hallway of what appeared to be dormitories. Rows and rows of doors lined on either side.
"This is our residence hall," Giovanni explained, "We house the rest of Team Rocket's recruits here."
"You, I have provided special accommodations," he added, "Your room will be in the training area directly near to Mewtwo. It's beneficial he learns to accept your presence and deal with the fact you are his trainer now for an indefinite amount of time."
"Thank you, sir," Ki spoke, graciously, "That is kind of you."
She could see no problem with the arrangement. In fact, back home, she would sleep out in the barn with those Pokémon who were especially difficult cases. It built up their trust with her. She hoped Mewtwo would do the same.
"You are equally as kind to provide your services," he complimented, suavely, " Come, there is one more area to see."
He motioned her to follow him and walked down the hall. They turned a corner and came upon a singular door this time. It was a stairwell that served as a fire exit up from the basement to the first floor and the outer door.
The young woman shivered slightly as they headed underground. The basement felt cold and she wondered if the people or Pokémon down here were warm enough.
"Do not worry," the man suddenly assured, as if reading her mind, "The rooms are adequately heated, but we have provided plenty of blankets."
"That's good to know," she approved.
The light was dim, but once her eyes adjusted she could see how huge the basement really was. It was the perfect place to train with the amount of space available. There was even a battlefield etched on the floor.
One thing in particular stood out to her. A suit of armor, specially fitted to its wearer, was on display in one corner of the expansive room. Dozens of cables and wires hung from a towering machine around it. They were inserted to various ports of each piece.
A rather large computer terminal monitoring the equipment hummed quietly nearby. A balcony, connected she assumed to Giovanni's office, overlooked the area.
Ki could sense exactly who that armor was for and felt a wave of nausea wash over her. What kind of a sick...?
"What... is that for?" she found herself questioning, wanly.
"The armor?" he indicated, "It's Mewtwo's. He uses it to train in and harness his abilities."
The silver lining in this whole fisaco was the Pokémon stupidly believed he still needed it to stay focused. He would put it on anytime he felt his control slipping. What Mewtwo didn't know was Giovanni was using the armor to keep him mildly drugged, thus suppressing his powers. The helmet contained an odorless, tasteless gas that he breathed in each time he donned it.
"Is it... necessary?" she persisted.
"I deem it so," he asserted, "The armor not only protects his body, but it helps him to keep control over his powers."
Giovanni had a sneaking suspicion the young woman was trying to avoid using the armor on the Pokémon. If he allowed her, he would have to relinquish all of his power over Mewtwo. His first gut reaction was to explicitly forbid her from doing so, but then he thought it over for a moment.
If he did give permission, she wouldn't have much luck. She'd have an easier time stopping a raging Tauros stampede in their tracks before she could ever stop the fiercely stubborn Psychic. He decided he could afford that chance.
It could prove highly entertaining at the very least.
"However," he relented, finally, "If you feel you can adequately handle him on your own, you may train him without it."
Ki was relieved to hear she would not have to put him in something she amounted to as tortuous. Regardless if she had been granted consent or not, she knew she would have eventually found a way to keep him out of it. She would have dealt with the consequences as they came.
"I thank you again for your kindess," she responded, amicably, "I am certain we'll do just fine."
The young woman certainly had character, he would give her that. She was very assertive. He had known few females with her level of determination. Perhaps he had made the right choice in hiring her afterall.
"Now that we have this settled, let us continue," Giovanni pressed, "Mewtwo awaits."
He started walking to the far side of the room where it branched off into a small hallway. Here there were three doors leading to seperate bedrooms. Without knocking, the man opened the first door and entered the bedroom, literally barging in on the Pokémon who resided there.
Sunlight filtered through the lone window in the room, casting a warm glow over his head and shoulders. The mountains rose majestically in the background and the meadow surrounding the compound. He stood staring out as if he were a million miles away.
He always had this memory playing in his mind of Mew flying towards a mountain top. Was this who he was before? Did he retain the memories of the one he was cloned from? Maybe he would never find out who he was...
The instant the door swung open, he tore his gaze away from the window and glared at the intruder.
What do you want? he demanded, Have you finally decided to give me an-?
Mewtwo suddenly stopped short upon noticing the young girl with Giovanni. Ki could almost feel his amethyst purple eyes piercing her straight to her soul. Standing proudly on two feet, he was intimidating in his appearance.
He was well over a foot taller than her with a pale lavender complexion over most of his body. His stomach and long muscular tail was darker in a regal purple color. He had a well chiseled angular jawline and cheeks.
His neck was short, but muscular, and his chest appeared armored. He had broad shoulders tapering into long thin arms and each hand sported three short fingers with rounded digits on the end. His torso was long that widened at his stomach into powerful hips and legs. He stood on the balls of his feet, which bore just two toes each.
Ki could definitely determine he shared some physical characteristics with Mew, but there was also something infinitely more human about him.
Who is she? he questioned, insistently, Why is she here?
"Calm yourself, Mewtwo," Giovanni ordered, "Don't be rude to your new trainer. This is Kikara."
Kikara? Mewtwo felt a twinge in the deepest recesses of his memory. Where had he heard that name before? It was not a name given to humans. Its roots were steeped in the ancient Pokémon language meaning "Stardust".
Surely he would remember something as unique as this, but it was like recalling pieces of a scattered dream. He found he simply could not.
Wait... New trainer? Her? Giovanni could not be serious.
This is not what we agreed on, he protested.
"You have not done your part of late," the Team Rocket leader pointed out, "So I brought in someone who trains Pokémon with special circumstances."
You hide the truth! Mewtwo seethed, All I see is lies!
"You are sick, Mewtwo," he countered, shaking his head, "You are unwell. Kikara is here to help you and is in my services until further notice. I suggest you get well acquainted with her."
Giovanni turned to Ki then.
"Take as long as you like," he told her, "When you are ready, your room is the one next door to this room."
"Thank you," she acknowledged, quietly.
She wasn't sure when he finally left the room. Her attention was soley drawn to the Pokémon who was now angrily pacing the floor. She sensed something was off about Mewtwo's biorhythms, but she couldn't exactly pinpoint why. She wondered if he was getting enough sleep.
She first had to calm him down before she could start her evaluation. He was absolutely livid.
"Hi," she greeted, offering a warm smile, "It's nice to meet-"
You are not welcome here, Mewtwo interrupted, icily.
He stopped and faced her, those eyes piercing her to the core again as he glowered at her. Her cheerfulness faded significantly and she frowned. Well, manners were certainly not high on his list.
"I didn't expect to be," she confessed, "You don't have to like me, but you could at least learn to tolerate me."
Why was she still talking? Mewtwo had just about all he could take of humans at this point. He could easily dispatch her and make it look like an accident.
She was not tiny, but she was not very big either. She had a slightly athletic build to her physique, but she still did not appear she could stand a chance against his powers.
Get out, he warned, his voice low and menacing.
She involuntarily took a step back, but then stopped abruptly. No. She would not be bullied by him. She would not stand for that.
"No," she retorted, "I'm staying."
I said 'get out'! he roared.
Ki barely had enough time to react to the blue-hued shadow ball hurling towards her. Her body glowed purple as she quickly raised her arm and used Mirror Coat. It didn't fully register with Mewtwo what was happening until his own shadow ball slammed him in the chest.
The force caused him to stumble back a bit before he regained his footing. He grunted with pain and clutched his chest, nearly doubling over. That power... How is it a human possessed these abilities? Those moves were only known to Pokémon.
He almost believed his own eyes were deceiving him. Ki stood before him engulfed in an aura of purple psychic energy. Her eyes were illuminated faintly purple as well.
Now you know my secret, her voice came, quietly, but in telepathy.
The sting in his chest was finally subsiding. Mewtwo straightened and when he looked at her this time, he actually studied her.
She had long dark brown hair that reminded him of Eevee fur. He noted her catlike eyes were a deep green color, now that she had dissipated her powers. She wore a teal colored sweater, jeans and black boots. In her hair, she wore a headband made with star pieces and Corsola coral. Human fashion with their need for colorful clothing and shiny accessories still eluded him.
Who are you? he asked, skeptically.
My name is Kikara, Ki sighed, I come from Saffron City and I lived at the Saffron Gym with the Psychic Sabrina.
Saffron City? Again, he felt that twitch in his memory buried deep beyond the surface. He was starting to grow frustrated at the way it teased him mercilessly. Damnit, why could he not remember?
I am the one people call when their Pokémon become too much for them to handle, she continued, I specialize in training Pokémon with difficult behaviors.
Mewtwo snorted derisively.
I am the one being difficult? he scoffed, So, you are only here because Giovanni paid you to come.
She was shocked momentarily into silence, but then a rage suddenly began to boil inside her she rarely felt these days. How dare he. What an asshole.
I am here, Mewtwo, because I wanted to be here, she shot back, fervidly, No one forced me to come. I could be back home with the people I love, but instead I chose to help you!
I do not need your "help", he countered, coldly.
Ki decided she had had enough. She spun on her heel and turned her back on him, walking towards the door. She would come back in the morning. Maybe he would have a better attitude tomorrow.
Where are you going? Mewtwo demanded.
Good night, Mewtwo, she simply answered, brusquely.
She promptly shut his bedroom door with a muffled bang. She inhaled sharply, taking in a much essential deep breath. She needed to calm down. She let him get under her skin. She couldn't allow that to happen again.
She winced upon hearing a tremendous crash come from within his room. She could only imagine what Mewtwo had done. Hopefully he would get it out of his system and be more receptive later. Right now, he was the equivalent of a teenager throwing a tantrum.
Ki took a few steps over to the next door and entered the room designated as hers. Surprisingly, her suitcase lay waiting intact on the made bed. Her coat hung neatly on a peg on the wall.
It didn't appear Domino had taken what would have been the perfect opportunity to rifle through her belongings. This didn't mean, however, the teenager could be trusted. Ki would have to constantly be on her guard while she stayed here in Team Rocket territory.
The young woman surveyed her surroundings. Aside from the bed, there was a small table and two chairs to sit on. Another door off to the side led to a tiny bathroom with a shower, toilet and sink.
There was also a window in this room. The sun had dipped lower in the west and the light was starting to fade. It would be sunset soon. She realized she had not eaten since breakfast and was famished at this point.
Ki decided she would go up to the cafeteria to grab some food and bring it back to eat in her room. Then she would get ready for bed. She had to be up bright and early the next morning to begin Mewtwo's training.
She hoped he would be in a better mood. He was proving to be her toughest challenge yet.
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