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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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Ki stirred at first light, before the sun was barely even creeping up along the horizon. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, feeling a little more sluggish than she wanted to be at this time. She wondered woozily if Mewtwo had managed to sleep at all for the remainder of last night.
She stretched then and rolled out of bed, stumbling towards the bathroom. She went to the sink and splashed a little water on her face. The icy chill of the liquid on her skin instantly snapped her fully awake.
Shivering, she quickly located a towel and dried off. She finished her business and headed back into the room. She opened her suitcase and pulled out some clothes to wear for the day.
Her training outfit, as she designated it, consisted of a green pullover sweatshirt, black leggings and a pair of white running shoes. In warmer weather, she swapped out the sweatshirt for a simple t-shirt instead. She dressed quickly, sweeping her hair up into a messy bun. She secured it with a clamp made with Corsola coral and pearls.
Ki considered grabbing food first and decided to ask Mewtwo if he'd like to have breakfast with her. She exited her room and then walked next door over to his. She knocked once and waited a moment, but there was only silence.
Rather than knocking a second time, she dared to crack open the door just wide enough to peek inside. It was empty. Concerned, she opened the door wider now. Where could he have gone?
The bed appeared to have been slept in, so that eased her worry some. She still remembered the crash she heard from the day before. She scanned the room to find the source.
One of the chairs stood in a corner and as she drew closer, she could see there was a subtle difference between it and the remaining chair. It seemed it had been broken at one time, but then repaired again, although slightly off from the original. If he had built this, Ki found it nothing short of amazing.
She turned then and walked out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind her. She decided to search for him and began heading for the training room first. Maybe he was already there waiting for her.
Mewtwo? she called.
Aside from the privacy of telepathy, beyond their rooms, she dared not to use her powers. She could not. She knew very well Giovanni would exploit her if he was made aware of them. She would be a prisoner instead of an employee.
I am here, Kikara, she heard his reply.
She sauntered into the gym area and then abruptly came screeching to a halt. She felt her heart drop to her feet at what she saw.
The Psychic Pokemon stood at the machine she noted from yesterday and was fully decked from head to toe in that armor. Judging by his stance and posture, she could tell it was heavy too. She desired nothing more than to burn the damn thing and turn it into scrap metal.
Mewtwo, what... what are you doing? she demanded, Why are you wearing that?
This armor helps to stablize my powers, he explained, If I go too long without it, they become too much for me to control.
And you believe this? she inquired.
He was silent for a moment as he seemed to think it over.
Yes, he finally confessed.
She shook her head. She could see already they were running into problems. She had to train him out of that mindset.
Well, I don't, she declared, You're stronger than that. I know you can control your powers without it.
I have tried, Kikara, he stressed, clearly beginning to sound frustrated, I simply cannot.
She stepped closer to him carefully as she thought out her next move. Her goal was to take off the helmet first.
Yes, you can, she asserted, gently, I will help you. Please, Mewtwo, let me help you.
She reached out to grab hold of the helmet, but found herself suddenly being propelled backwards by his psychic barrier instead. She hit the ground with a thud, effectively knocking the wind out of her. She struggled to regain her breath, her lungs feeling like they were on fire.
It was not the first time she'd bore the brunt of an attack, but she was completely unprepared for this. She felt like it was a cheap shot. He knew she couldn't use her powers out here in the open.
Mewtwo had torn off the armor on his own by now and was at her side. He helped her to sit up.
I'm... I'm all right, she finally croaked out.
She wasn't surprised at this development, but she did feel a little hurt by his actions. She thought they had an agreement. She thought they had understood each other.
Kikara, I am sorry, he was remorseful.
It's all right, she assured, It was an accident. You didn't mean to.
She gave him a warm smile to allay his worry, despite the pain in her side and back. She would have some bruises here later she was sure. She rose stiffly to her feet then as she found her strength again.
Mewtwo had to admire her tenacity. Anyone else would have called it quits long ago, but she kept pushing forward. She had a stubborn streak that could almost rival his own, but in very different ways.
I was wondering if you would like to have breakfast with me, she invited.
I would be honored to join you, he accepted.
Ki sheepishly realized she had no idea what his likes or dislikes of food were. Every Pokemon had different tastes. Back home, she always kept pecha berries on hand as the majority of the ones she had trained in the past seemed to like those best. She wondered what Giovanni usually fed him.
Any particular requests? she inquired, Do you have any favorites?
He blinked in mild surprise and for a moment, just stared at her. No one had ever asked him this before. He usually ate what he was given by whomever was assigned to bring food to him.
It had been a while since he cared what his meals consisted of. As of late, he was barely eating enough to sustain him. There was some things, however, he did like more than others.
I have an affinity for fresh fruits, but I am partial to berries, Mewtwo disclosed, I enjoy fish, sushi, rice balls, milk, and, on occasion, something sweet most.
She noted with amusement his menu didn't sound too far off from Mew's. The tiny Psychic cat loved fish, sushi and milk. She also especially liked pokepuffs.
She would beg Ki to bake them for her and the young woman would be more than happy to oblige. Perhaps one day she would be able to make them for him.
I'll see what I can find, she acknowleged, with a smile, I'm sure there's something you'll like.
Thank you, he responded, graciously.
You're more than welcome, she replied, I'll be back shortly with the food. Would you mind waiting for me in my room? We'll eat there.
Certainly, he confirmed.
Ki turned then to walk towards the stairs and her smile abruptly vanished as she winced in pain. It was like sharp, shooting daggers in her side and back. She would have to be mindful of how she moved until she could use Recover in the safety of her room.
The instant she stumbled, Mewtwo knew she had been injured in the fall caused by his attack. He felt that increasingly familiar tightness in his throat again. Why she never said anything he did not understand.
Kikara, wait, he implored.
He floated over to where she stood and her deep green eyes met his concerned, but fierce amethyst ones.
Why did you not tell me you were hurt? he demanded.
It's a habit that frequently gets me into trouble, she answered, quietly, I also didn't want you to feel any worse than you already have.
He softened his gaze at her words. Though he was still vexed, he realized she was protecting him. She was so much different than any other human he had ever encountered.
Normally, it wouldn't be an issue, she continued, I would use my powers to heal myself immediately, but seeing as where we are...
Ki gestured to their surroundings as she trailed off.
Yes, he agreed.
Mewtwo knew she was in a difficult position. A human with psychic and Pokémon-like powers would be the sort of thing anyone would not hesitate to take advantage of. Unfortunately, this also included Giovanni.
There must be something he could do. So far, repaying her kindness had not exactly been going very well for him. Maybe it would be his chance to redeem himself.
I wish to help you, he proffered, Tell me, what must I do?
She was touched by his selfless gesture. She could see that sweet little boy still lived somewhere deep inside him.
At first, she felt she could not trouble him, but then refusing wouldn't be right at all. What if he had turned her down? They would not be where they were now. He was slowly, but surely, warming up to her and building his trust.
This was far more important than giving in to old habits. She had to learn herself when to accept another's help.
There is a move called Pain-Split, she began to explain, It's where two Pokémon split each others' health.
In which, the stronger one takes damage from the weaker one and they are evenly balanced, she continued, It isn't a healing move, but it does help. It'll lessen the pain.
Do it, he requested, without hesitation, Teach me.
Please, he added, more softly, after a moment.
Ki gave him a gentle smile. At least he was trying.
Obviously, I can't show you how, but I can talk you through it, she replied.
She began to lay out the instructions, guiding him carefully through the process. It took him several tries. With each failed attempt, he would grow more and more frustrated.
Mewtwo, breathe, she soothed, Relax. Stay calm.
He inhaled deeply, closed his eyes and concentrated hard. A few moments later, his body started glowing blue, as did hers. There was a definite shift in her energy then as her pain eased significally. She began feeling much better.
Taking that pain into his own body was not at all pleasant, but it was the least he could do for her. His powers dissipated finally and Mewtwo blinked open his eyes again. He was greeted by a joyful smile on her beaming face.
You did it, she praised, I knew you could. I never lost faith in you.
Despite feeling achey and a little run down, he managed to give her a smile of his own. She was steadily becoming a beacon of light in what was his otherwise dark world.
Kikara, you are truly unique among humans, he stated, I am glad to call you a friend.
Ki was beyond thrilled upon hearing his words.
This was an enormous breakthrough in such a short amount of time. Her original goal had been to simply get in his good graces. She never imagined he'd want to be her friend.
If you'd like, you may call me Ki, she offered, Other than my family, I am usually Kikara to everyone else.
Mewtwo had a distinct feeling he was just granted a privilege few else had. It spoke volumes to him of how her life must have been like.
All right, Ki, he accepted.
He froze as his stomach suddenly emitted a loud growl. This was very unexpected, and embarrassing, to say the least. He felt warm, but he wondered if that was another side effect from the attack.
She could barely contain her laughter as his cheeks turned red. She had to bite her lip against the giggles bubbling up that threatened to escape.
I definitely think that's my cue to get us breakfast before we both starve, she remarked, amused.
Agreed, he concurred, a little self-consciously.
The young woman gave him a warm smile and resumed her journey then to procure food. She found she could move more freely now. The pain in her side and back had been reduced to a dull throbbing.
When she had gone, he started for her room, but he abruptly paused as his eye caught a shadow fleeing above him. He turned his head to glare up at the balcony. It was empty now, but he had a nagging feeling they had been watched this whole time.
Mewtwo had come to know Giovanni as a particularly suspicious man. Given their enemies, however, he supposed it was justifiable. Still, he did not like the intrusion of privacy. He should have the right to his own personal matters.
The Psychic Pokémon huffed to himself and continued to Ki's room to wait for her.
Giovanni eased into his chair and leaned foward on the desk. He folded his hands under his chin as he began to reflect upon what he had witnessed. The commotion earlier in the training room had drawn his attention and he came out on the balcony to investigate.
He was just in time to see Kikara crash to the ground as the Psychic Pokémon pushed her away in a tremendous blast.
Served her right, he had thought smugly. She was a fool believing she could take the armor off of him. In an astonishing turn of events, however, Mewtwo had actually sped to her side and helped her up.
His behavior was changed literally overnight. What had she done? Giovanni had never seen him show compassion towards anything before. He was almost downright merciless in Pokémon battles.
So then it was true what he had been told of her. She possessed a skill that could even bring the most powerful Pokémon in the world nearly to his knees. Though Giovanni could not hear their conversation, even their dynamic now seemed friendly towards each other.
He instantly recognized the Pain Split attack Mewtwo used on her that she seemed to have already taught him.
To say the Team Rocket leader's curiosity was piqued would be an understatement. He would have to monitor the two of them closely from now on. He was quite interested to see what other developments were in store.
By the time Ki arrived, the cafeteria was swarming with people. It was far more crowded this morning than it had been last night. She never did well with so many around her. It almost always ended in disaster.
She felt her throat begin to close up and her breathing became shallow. The scene dredged up old memories of her childhood school days. She could still hear their cruel whispers in her ears.
She was so nervous her body was shaking as if she were cold and her palms were clammy. She wanted to run away so badly, but she couldn't leave without food. There was someone else besides herself she had to consider.
You have to pull yourself together. You can do this.
The young Psychic inhaled deeply and entered the bustling room. She kept her gaze focused ahead and walked straight to the serving line. She felt a few eyes on her as she passed through, but tried to ignore them as best as she could.
Ki grabbed a couple of take out containers, and utensils, and began to pick over the offered selection. There wasn't much fruit available as the spring and summer seasons had yet to come. However, she managed an orange, an apple and, much to her delight, some pieces of star fruit.
Breakfast didn't include much of the things Mewtwo specified, so she decided to add in a few surprises of her own. Suddenly, she felt an arm fall around her shoulders. She instantly spun around and nearly attacked the young man standing next to her.
"Whoa, chill out," he jumped back, throwing up his hands defensively, "I was just saying 'hi'."
She glared at him, briefly scanning him over. He was of average height, slightly taller than her, with pale skin, blue eyes and sandy blonde hair that could stand a good cut. He wore a standard-issued Team Rocket uniform.
"There are other, proper, ways to say 'hello'," she pointed out, coldly.
"Well, this is how I say it," he shrugged, grinning revoltingly, "You must be new here, baby, but I could tell because I spotted your pretty face from a mile away. Everyone knows me."
The young woman felt her ears growing hot as her anger bubbled beneath the surface. She struggled hard to keep from losing her temper. Who did this punk think he was?
"Kindly remove yourself," she warned, her voice low and menancing, "Please."
His grin faded and his unsavory attitude changed to one of irritation. What the hell was wrong with this girl?
"Hey, what's your deal?" he demanded, "I was just trying to be friendly."
"Hey, Zack," another voice interjected, "Come on, man. Leave her alone. Don't you know who she is?"
A second young man strolled up alongside the first. He put an arm around Zack's shoulder and started to steer him away from Ki.
"That's the boss's new personal trainer for Mewtwo," he continued, "You don't want to mess with her."
"Really?" Zack questioned, surprised, "Wow. Sucks to be her. The genetic freak will mop the floor with her."
"Aw, well," he then dismissed, "Let him have her. She's no fun anyway."
They left the young Psychic standing alone nearly in tears. She quickly grabbed the containers of food, and drinks, and all but ran out of the cafeteria. She made her way downstairs to her room, her chest heaving with silent, dry sobs.
He was wrong. He was wrong about everything. How she wished she could hand his ass over to him on a silver platter.
She paused a moment at the door to compose herself before entering. She then knocked once as a signal and then pushed it open. She smiled warmly at the Pokémon sitting backwards on one of her chairs.
He had his chin resting on the top of the chair and his eyes were closed. He appeared to be sleeping.
I'm back, she announced, softly.
Yes, I know, he answered, I could sense you.
Mewtwo lifted his head as he opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her. He had sensed her turmoil as well. Something had happened.
She nearly looked away. Those piercing purple eyes of his could almost read her soul.
Ki? he asked, simply.
She gave a heavy sigh as she finally closed her eyes, unable to bear it any longer.
I... she faltered, I... I don't want to talk about it.
She turned then and walked to the table to set their food on. He frowned as he watched her arrange everything. He could see she was not used to being open about her problems and usually kept things to herself. He remembered her mentioning this earlier.
Ki? he tried again, pressing a little more firmly.
Without thinking, he reached out to place his hands on hers so she would stop. She was startled by his touch, but he released her the moment he got her attention.
Why do you hide from me? he demanded, frustrated.
It was ironic given he was guilty of doing the very same thing. Something, he supposed, they both needed to work on.
She was forced to look at him again, and the ferocity of his gaze finally broke her. She felt her own eyes begin to fill with tears once more.
I am not used to someone outside of my family worried about my wellbeing, she uttered, her voice barely above a whisper, I try not to draw attention to myself.
Mewtwo shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Once again, he felt awkard of her crying. What was the purpose of this?
Ki, he began, trying his best to ignore it, Do you not agree we should both start being honest with each other?
She nodded as she dried her eyes with a sleeve. His uneasiness did not go unnoticed and as before, she felt bad he didn't know what to do.
Yes, I agree, she concurred, quietly.
Good, he replied, offering a smile.
Ki gave him a small smile in return. It was so strange to have someone beyond Mew and Sabrina to care about her. What was even stranger, he was the least one she ever expected to fill that role.
She sat at the table then across from him and opened her container of food. She watched as he opened his own, gauging his reaction closely. He seemed largely indifferent, but his tail told another story as it began twitching slightly.
It was a good indicator she had found something he liked.
I hope what I brought is satisfactory, she spoke up.
It is fine, he assured.
It was more than fine. There were many things here he never mentioned, but somehow she had managed to pick all of his favorites. How had she'd known made him feel a little disconcerting, to say the least.
Mewtwo picked up the cup containing his drink to inspect it next. It was warm to the touch and he had to admit the heat felt nice on his skin. He gave it a wary sniff.
It smelled sweet and delicious.
It's hot chocolate, she informed, with a smile, Have you ever had any?
No, he confessed.
Be careful when you drink it, she cautioned, It might be hot still, but I think you'll like it.
She removed the lid for him and he brought the cup to his lips, carefully taking a sip. The liquid was very warm, but not unbearable. It hit the back of his throat and was unlike anything he had ever tasted before.
It was rich, chocolatey and creamy. The heat traveled down to his stomach and seemed to warm him up from the inside out. Ki swore she saw him curl his toes.
Mew did the very same thing when she was happy.
He was feeling really good right now. This was another emotion he was unfamiliar with, but it was not an unwelcomed one. It was possibly the best moment of his life yet.
You are right, he finally spoke, I did find it to be quite to my liking.
I am glad, she responded, giving him a jubilant smile.
As they began to eat, she eventually relayed her encounter in the cafeteria to him. Upon hearing her story, his mood soured a bit. Why did humans have to behave in such a digusting manner?
In his short time, Mewtwo had seen just how poorly they treated each other. He was beginning to understand more of her life. She was essentially an outcast among them.
Now you know why I distance myself so much from others, she concluded, quietly.
He did see how difficult it was for her to get close to anyone. She had endured more hardship than he would have ever thought, but her kind and gentle nature belied that fact. She was the most selfless human he ever knew.
Ki, do you trust me? he inquired, his voice almost soft.
Yes, she affirmed, without hesitation.
Then, believe me when I say this, he continued, You will always be safe with me.
The young woman had to fight hard to keep herself composed. Her body, however, began to tremble slightly with emotion.
Thank you, she whispered, her voice wavering, That means more to me than you'll ever know.
You are welcome, he replied, giving her a small smile.
They finished breakfast shortly thereafter and Mewtwo was surprised at how much he actually ate. While he had not eaten all she brought, it was a substaintial amount and was certainly more than he had had in weeks. He was feeling rather full.
I am glad to see your appetite has returned, Ki remarked, I worried when Giovanni told me you weren't eating.
He snorted almost derisively, but he did smile at her.
I ate enough to merely survive, he disclosed, Giovanni wants to treat me like that spoiled Persian of his.
He folded his arms over the top of the chair and rested his chin there. His eyelids began to grow heavier as he was feeling sleepy all a sudden. He was completely relaxed and warm from the hot chocolate.
Not to mention all the food in his stomach.
I am glad you are here, he almost slurred.
I am glad I came, she answered, softly, with a gentle smile.
He gave her a drowsy smile before his eyes finally slid closed. His breathing soon became slow and deepened as he fell into a sound sleep. He nearly collapsed in the chair completely.
She decided to move him to the bed where he would be more comfortable. Using telekinesis, Ki eased Mewtwo over to lay him down carefully on the mattress. He never once stirred and she knew his reserves were thoroughly depleted.
He was beyond exhausted.
He slept like the dead. She continued to sit at the table, but spent the time poring over one of the books she brought from home. Every once in a while, she glanced in his direction as she kept a watchful eye over him.
It was well into the afternoon before Mewtwo at last began to stir. He slowly cracked open his eyes, letting them adjust to the light. His body was a little stiff and he stretched to loosen the muscles.
He noticed then he was laying on Ki's bed. He did not remember ever going. Perhaps she had moved him here.
Feel better? he heard her ask, suddenly.
He let his gaze fall upon the young woman smiling at him.
Yes, he responded, as he sat up.
He could tell there was a significant difference in his energy levels. He felt much more alive than he had in weeks. He had been constantly living on edge and to truly sleep on this magnitude was very rare indeed.
Good, she approved, I know you needed it.
How long was I out? he inquired.
It's the middle of the afternoon now, she admitted.
He blinked in mild surprise. He had been asleep for that long? He was also almost certain she stayed in the room to look after him. He felt responsible she had been forced to alter her day on his account.
I have wasted your time, he lamented, I am sorry.
No, you haven't, she assured, This is what I wanted. I need you to be at your best before we can start training.
So you planned this? he queried, incredulously.
No, not exactly, she disputed, I was merely trying to help you to relax. A cup of hot chocolate usually does the trick for me. The rest, however, was truly all on your own.
Apparently, you are feeling comfortable with me, she continued, So much so, you lowered your defenses entirely and allowed yourself to fall asleep in my company.
I feel honored for you to trust me that much already, she added, softly.
Mewtwo was still quite perturbed at her uncanny ability to read him so well. Though, he realized he did trust her more than he knew himself.
You are welcome, he acknowledged, And, thank you.
She gave him a warm smile and moved to put her book away when it caught his attention.
What is that? he asked, curiously.
Ki wondered if he had ever seen a book before. Giovanni didn't seem to be the kind of person that would have allowed him access to these sort of things. He viewed the Pokémon as nothing more than a tool to be used for his own selfish gains.
It made her seethe with anger. It wasn't right. While no Pokémon deserved to be treated this way, Mewtwo was truly unique. He was one of the most intelligent beings she had ever met. In fact, he thought and behaved more on a level of a human rather than a Pokémon.
She didn't care if Giovanni approved or not. She would no longer let him be deprived of such luxuries.
It's called a book, she explained, It contains words printed on paper and then bound together to create a story to read. Here, I will show you.
She walked over to sit on the bed next to him. She gently transferred the book to him to hold in his hands.
This one is on Pokémon Legends around the world, she disclosed.
He was instantly fascinated with it. Although clumsily at first, he quickly found a way to navigate his fingers to turn the delicate pages. As he flipped through the book, his intrigue soon turned into confusion and then slowly to frustation.
It amounted to a massive wall of some unintelligible language. He simply did not understand what he was looking at. How did one decipher all these jumble of letters and words to retain the knowledge humans had?
How does this work? he groused, tossing it aside.
Ki was not surprised he didn't know how to read. No one saw the purpose of teaching him. That would end today.
It works by "reading", she responsed, her voice soothing to calm him, Your brain interprets what each word means and all of them come together to form a sentence.
It's kind of like how we learn to talk, she continued, We listen to those speaking around us and then we try to repeat the sound to form the word. We commit it to memory and recall it until we no longer have to think about it. It comes naturally.
She retrieved the book from the floor where it had landed. She carefully straightened it to its natural position and then reopened it. She coaxed Mewtwo to once again take in his hands, but this time he held only one end while she held the other.
If you like, I will teach you, she offered, quietly.
His expression softened and he met her gaze as she smiled encouragingly at him. She was so patient with him... Why? Why was it he felt at peace when he was around her?
Yes, he finally spoke, I would like that.
Pausing only to eat after Ki procured food for them a second time, they spent the rest of the day reading the book together. By nightfall, he had grasped the concept and was reading pages to her on his own. He was feeling pretty damn proud of himself.
When it was time for him to retire to his own room so they could both get some sleep for the morning, Mewtwo was almost reluctant to leave. This day had been one of the best days he ever had. He would have never imagined he would like being around a human.
Ki, I very much enjoyed our time today, he confessed, Thank you.
The young woman's face seemed to radiate with joy as she smiled warmly at him. She was more than pleased to hear this. He had appeared to be having fun.
You are welcome, she replied, I enjoyed today too.
He smiled and held out the book to her to return it, but she quickly shook her head.
Keep it, she insisted, It's yours now. I want you to have it.
If Sabrina said anything later about the missing book, she would handle it. She felt it more important to give it to him and his reaction was worth it. This time his smile reached to his eyes and his whole face lit up.
I will treasure it, always, he spoke, softly.
I know you will, she asserted, Now, we should really get some sleep. It's way past bedtime. We'll try again in the morning with training.
Yes, he agreed, Good night, Ki.
Good night, Mewtwo, she bade, Sleep well.
In a flash of light, he departed her room and she was alone. There was a warm glow in her heart she had felt slowly growing throughout the day. It was surreal inviting a new friend into her small circle, but she couldn't think of anyone else she would rather have than him.
Little did she know how soon their new friendship would be put to the test.
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