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Between Two Worlds
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 strg myg 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 In�t n�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, wstilstill 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.
> Th> 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, B,� A,� 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 s of 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 clifcliff 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, astiastically.

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. Hies ces 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 �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,lbaslbasaur 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 , by, 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.

The red beam shot out, peneing ing the beaten Pokemon. It disappeared, returning back inside the ball.

The trainer attaching it to his vest.

�Way to go, Bsaursaur!� 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 Pu Sq 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 innconnconsciousness. 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 curseder der 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 hind.ind.

�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.
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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 pal
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