Three-quarters of the way done... amazing. I can hardly believe this story has made it this far. Thank you so much for sticking with it, I appreciate it a lot.
Nothing much to say here except I have this love/hate thing going on with this chapter. I love the first half of it, but then I look at the second half and I just go “hmm”. So I don't know, you all put up with my nonsense over my dislike for most of these chapters, and you all like them. So why do I have to complain about every little thing? Guess I'm just afraid I'd screw up the flow of the story or something, so much has happened...
Chapter Eighteen: Confessions
“'Among the nonsense tragedies, what on earth you are looking for?
You only have to be honest to yourself and your own fate'
Tell me why, or why not, complaining way too much
Maybe I overlooked something fatal for me”
-- “Why or Why Not”, Oshima Hiroyuki, When Cicadas Cry
...it can't be...
Everything happened in such a blur, she just barely began to catch on.
From what she could recall, something got beyond her control, not that she had any to begin with. Things went downhill very fast when she decided to intervene, thinking she was giving him time to run or even fight back. She should have known better. He pushed himself past his limits to look for her in the hopes he could bring her back. He had no power to convince the demon to let her go, but he tried.
...there is no way it can end like this.
Mew found it difficult to register Mewtwo after Legion forced her back into her body. It could have been because he destroyed it to the point everything was disconnected in her. She lacked the life to remain conscious, but she fought to stay awake. From what she could see, he was now reduced to a wreck like she was, hardly able to stand and was most likely not in his right state of mind. However, judging by the horror-stricken look on his face, something had gone wrong. She had no idea, however, what it was that would cause him to tremble like that. Or why it felt like she was falling from a long height.
The feline only stared blankly above her, unable to tell how real it all was. She had fallen out of trees before, though she was always asleep whenever it happened. She could remember those because of the dreams she would have of her suddenly dropping from the sky in mid-flight. It had to be the most surreal sensation, a rather incredible feat. Gravity was a very curious thing, she honestly never thought much about it. Having flown all her life, it was nearly nonexistent, a fairytale, freedom specially for her. Now, as she fuzzily watched the rock formation rise higher and higher up, her hearing blocked out by the roar of wind, Mew felt she lost that right.
Faint images suddenly began to dart by, almost catching her off-guard—then again, it seemed natural. It was here the human expression “life flashes before their eyes” started making sense. Never had she thought she'd experience it, it was portrayed as a scary thought, even a neurological break-down. Strangely enough, she found comfort in the remembrance. Not one image stayed for a split second, but to her, they were there long enough for her to have a good long look. She got to know them by heart, hoping there wasn't an end to the drop so she could see them all: good, bad, heartbreaking, frightening, everything. She didn't want to forget about them.
What little breath she had was knocked out when she slammed into water, though she hardly noticed except for the blurring and darkening of her vision. Peaceful silence followed afterward to where her body finally relaxed and slowed down its descent. Her eyes began to droop, wanting to rid itself of the extra water, only to ache whenever she blinked, forcing herself to keep them open. Billowing in her sight, disturbing the beautiful shades of blue and green around her, was a cloud of red, dissolving into a lighter, thinner color. It was everywhere no matter where she turned her head. As heavy as she felt, the Legendary managed to lift her arm up, watching as the wound on her wrist emptied itself out to mix in with the water.
Then, her throat closed up without warning, choking her. She tightly covered her mouth, struggling to keep from breathing. No... this wasn't meant to happen... Her limbs panically flailed about in a half-attempt at swimming seconds too late. She had bled so much, her heart couldn't keep up with her survival instincts, thus killing her chances of escape and movement in general. She pitifully whimpered, weakly staring past her flowing tail up at the spindly rays of light. When she blearily blinked, a vague vision of Amber as a child appeared before her, gazing sadly at her. Feebly, Mew lifted her arms up in a wordless plea for aid. Amber... I can't breathe... I thought I was going to live. You said I would...
The girl gave her a small smile, reaching out for her hands. The feline could feel a physical brush against her skin, but dismissed it as her nervous system shortening out. Opening her mouth, the rush of water down her throat surprised her into a gasp, clogging up her airway. Gagging, her vision started to pop out of focus, feeling as though sand was replacing her bones to weigh her down. She grew frightful when her insides burned, the last of her blood throbbing in her veins.
And then, she fell limp, unable to do a thing except stare wide-eyed as her sight faded out. Just before the last of her senses failed her, she felt a familiar touch wrap around her waist and pull her forward.
He pulled her out of the water before climbing out himself, gasping for his breath. His body was still trembling from the dive, leaving him attempting to sit up, demanding for a long rest. Shaking the droplets from his face, Mewtwo coughed out a small chuckle, staring down at the prickly grasses. “That was... quite the scare,” he sighed out hoarsely, pushing a hand against his chest to help slow down his panting. “Oh, Mew... can you hear me?”
With the exception of the slight rustle of leaves and small splashes from behind, he was met with silence.
Frowning, he looked over, swallowing nervously at how ashen she was, her face turned away from him. He cast his eyes about her tiny body, tensing at the watery wounds and blood that continued to slip out from them. He shakily clasped her up-turned paw, hoping the icy touch was from the water. “Mew... look at me,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”
There was no movement to be seen except for her waving tail still partially submerged in the shallow end. His heart racing, he reached out to roll her head over. He froze when he met the empty stare of her large, dull, bloodshot eyes. Blood and water was pouring out of her mouth, her lips and surrounding skin blue except for the wounds. Lowering a quivering hand to her chest, his breath caught when he felt no heartbeat.
Shaking his head and muttering out a stream of “no”s, Mewtwo pressed his ear to her to hear for himself. “No! No, Mew!” Panicking, he held her up by the shoulders to shake her, only to pause and think for a moment.
He recalled his days of traveling and visiting human cities where he would come across accident scenes. It always interested him to watch a human attempt to revive another, he took note of a few procedures that were used to bring a person back to consciousness. Of all of them, the most common next to the electric pads uniformed humans would rub together and press to the chest was a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation—which usually came first. It had a name, though it was generally referred to as “CPR”. The usage was wide-spread enough children learned it at a young age. He would look in on a few of those lessons whenever he came across it, though he convinced himself he would never use it. “Such a human practice,” he had stated it.
Gazing down at the limp body of his beloved, he swallowed down a lump. Unless he could come up with a better solution in a short amount of time, there was no other option. Sucking in a breath and closing his eyes tightly to review the information in his head, he laid her down, straightening her chin. Glancing down at his hand, he placed the palm down on her sternum. His brows furrowed in worry as he lifted his eyes to the heavens. “God help me,” he breathed out, then pumped hard and fast as he dared.
Mewtwo was unclear at how long he was to compress the chest, he was still trying to dig that out of the memory archives. Anxious enough as he was, he stopped counting at fifteen and went ahead to move on to the next step. Tilting her head back, he drew in a long breath and covered her mouth, blowing hard down into her lungs. Looking up in the hopes it worked, he became devastated when he saw no change. Blinking back his tears, he made sure he kept breathing in the hopes he would calm down. “Repeat, Mewtwo,” he murmured to himself. “Keep going until she moves.”
With every compression and breath he exhaled into her, the more stressed he became. He easily lost count the longer his mind lingered on Mew's recovery slipping past his fingers. There was no indication she was responding, no other movements except for the inflation of her chest each time he breathed down to her empty lungs. His mind kept telling him to find some help, but he refused to stop, believing she was still there, still trapped in her own body. He was sure he wasn't doing it properly, whether in her reclining position or his methods, either way, he wasn't caring about accuracy by this point. “Mew, stay with me!” he begged her in between puffs, vainly wiping his tears away. “Come back to me, Mew! You can't leave!” He threw his head back to scream, “God, don't take her from me! Bring her back!”
Native Pokémon peered out from their hideouts sorrowfully, though some couldn't watch his desperate actions any further. Mewtwo had caught glimpses of them whenever he whirled his head around in the hopes some help would come. He gripped his beloved's fur in frustration, unintentionally slowing down as sobs racked his body. “This can't be,” he gasped out, shaking his head disbelievingly. “I-It can't be! I refuse to believe it! Mew... no... no...” Ceasing the pumping, he dipped his head down to breathe into her, only for him to pitifully moan into her lips, cupping her head tightly. Pulling back, he bitterly wept, leaning his forehead onto her cool skin.
Then, out of the blue, a thought popped into mind: Start her heart.
He choked down his sobs before lifting his head up, trying to breath normally. “Wh... what?”
Start her heart, it came again, clearer this time.
He looked around, confused. “How...? W-Wasn't I already...?”
His hands suddenly moved on their own accord to slide down to her breast. Focus the electricity into your hands, and shock her.
Mewtwo swallowed some more, gazing into Mew's blank eyes. “I-I don't know any—” he started to protest before the thought interrupted him.
You are a Mew, half or not. You are just as capable of summoning various attacks like your wife.
His heart fluttered at the word, partially aware something was pushing down on his hands, keeping them glued to Mew's chest. As much as his full attention was on interpreting what the thoughts meant by “wife”, he shook his head to brush it aside for now. Biting his lip, he closed his eyes and concentrated, searching inside for a trigger to charge up electricity. Seconds later, his skin tingled as a sensation flowed down his arms to circulate through his hands. He twitched at the tiny shocks he was receiving from it, tempted to pull away and risk interrupting the flow, only to will himself to keep body contact. When he was certain the voltage was high enough, Mewtwo pushed into her ribcage, and released the current.
Her body jerked, and a loud gasp escaped from her open mouth.
Startled, he pulled back when she roughly cleared the water from her lungs, and struggled for breaths. He watched the color slowly return to her eyes, feeling joy fill his heart. Wiping at his wet eyes, he smiled, then bent down to carefully kiss and caress her face. “Oh, Mew... oh, thank God,” he whispered, pressing up against her forehead.
“M-M... Mewtwo...” she weakly wheezed out, reaching up for a feel.
“Shh, it's okay, dear,” he continued murmuring out, grasping her trembling paw. “Just breathe. Breathe for me.”
He hushed her again, gently laying a finger to her still-blue lips. “Just breathe for now, Mew.” Cautiously, he scooped her shivering body into his arms.
The moment he did, she suddenly let out an agonizing scream.
He clutched her tighter in response, to which she started to struggle, albeit weakly, clutching her chest tightly. She wheezed some more when her body spasmed, and her eyes rolled. Mewtwo became horrified, uncertain whether to lay her back down or keep his hold on her. It frightened him not knowing what was going on. Grasping an arm, he gazed worriedly down at the wound, noticing with wide eyes there was little blood coming through. Upon glancing at her throat and face, he found it was the same thing.
She had lost too much.
Shaking his head, the clone desperately looked around for any tourniquets he could use, cursing the tears obscuring his vision. He squeezed her wrist tightly in the hopes he could help block the flow, but it only made her scream out even more. “No, NO! You can't die on me, Mew!” he hollered over her voice. “You can't go! God has to kill me first before I let Him take you!” He stared up above him, clutching Mew closer. “Why are You letting us suffer?! Either save her, or kill me if You want her so bad! But I'm begging You to spare her, please! I'm not living another life of solitude!”
Mewtwo looked down when she dug her claws into his chest. Her eyes were wide in fright, her gasps feeble and irregular between her teeth. Feeling helpless, he bent his neck to nuzzle her, allowing his tears to overflow. “I-I love this woman,” he shakily breathed out, “and You know it... don't take her from me... p-please...”
He flinched when a slimy object brushed against his knee, and he whirled over to see a young Omanyte patting him with a tentacle. Clutched in another appendage was the vial, which it held up to him with a sad, hopeful gaze in its eyes. Giving it a small smile, he gratefully accepted it, murmuring a “Thank you” before it backed away into the water. He only stole a glance at the water inside before tearing the cork off with his teeth. Holding his breath, he held her chin down and raised the bottle to her lips. Unintentionally, she flailed again, the pained cries grating to the ears. Finding no other way to administer it to her without spilling, Mewtwo poured it into his mouth, letting it pool underneath his tongue. With little time to spare, he quickly bent down, and clasped tightly to her lips. Mew's struggles nearly caused him to dribble it all over themselves, then she almost choked when she swallowed it down.
Out of ideas and the vial now sunk in the shallow end of the lake, the psycat remained where he knelt, face buried into his mate's chest and painfully endured her screams. For the longest time, he refused to move, silently weeping and praying in his heart for an end to her suffering. Then at last, her struggles began to slow, and her cries of pain quieted down to whimpers. Her breathing began to even out once her heart picked up in rhythm.
Mewtwo waited a few minutes longer before looking up. If it wasn't for her raspy breaths and the heartbeat under his fingertips, he would have been devastated to find her dead. Instead, much to his relief, she had fallen unconscious, most likely from exhaustion. Stroking her cheek, he examined the miracle that happened to Mew's body. The color was returning to her face with all of the gashes scabbing over nicely, her fur showing signs of a recovering sheen. He smiled, leaning in to breathe her in, ignoring the tainted scent of blood and dirt. Tearfully, he turned his gaze upward, taking notice of how bright and warm the sunlight was.
As he collapsed to the ground, Mewtwo squeezed her body to him with the last of his strength. A sigh on his lips, he thanked God with all his heart until he blacked out.
The moonlight reached down through the leaves to gently caress the couple where they lay. The male shielded his smaller, female counterpart in his shadow, not that he didn't want her bathed in silver. He wanted his fingertips to flesh her out for him, slowly drifting about her tiny form. Mew shivered in pleasure from both the touches and kisses, growing needy the longer their tails stroked. A long moan escaped her when he poked his finger into her mouth and allowed her to suck and lick it.
“Oh, Mewtwo... I didn't know you were so passionate,” she murmured breathlessly, gazing starry-eyed up at him.
He grinned mischievously, teasingly running his tongue along her parted lips. “I am full of secrets,” he replied in a sultry growl.
She trailed her fingers up his arm. “Can you share them with me?”
“In due time, my love.” When she pouted, he chuckled, and rethought out his response. “But, I suppose I can teach you one of them.”
Her ears perked up in interest, and she cocked her head. “And what would that be?”
Mewtwo tightly entwined their hands as he pressed his chest against hers. Leaning in, he whispered seductively into her ear, “The power to scream to Heaven.”
Mew rose a brow, wriggling a little beneath him. “How is that possible?”
He grinned wider, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Well, my dear, since you asked, let me give you a taste.” He lowered a hand to spread her legs apart.
She let out a surprised gasp, her knees closing up automatically, and her free paw shooting up to grasp his shoulder. “What are you...?”
“Shh, just relax.” He tantalizingly stroked his fingers along her womanhood, watching her eyes widening and mouth dropping open into an “o”. Her gasps were quiet at first, her body slowly arching into his torso the longer he fondled. Then, when he intensified and found an opening, she started to breathe in labored puffs. Her hands clenched tightly as her body tightened up and tossed about.
“Ohh! Oh, Mewtwo!” she exclaimed, fighting back louder cries.
With a quiet chuckle in his throat, he ceased his caressing and slid his fingers out. “Was that good enough for you?”
She swiftly shook her head, panting. “No, no, that wasn't enough!” she whimpered. Sitting up, Mew snatched his arm. “I-I want more!”
Mewtwo tilted his head. “Well, this is rather peculiar of you. Is this normal female behavior by any chance?”
“I-I don't know... but it felt so good!” she moaned. “Please, Mewtwo, do it again! Touch me again!”
He obliged without another word, and Mew let out a happy, sighing wail. She impatiently pressed his fingers harder into her, and quickened the petting. Mewtwo frowned, having no control over his hand even when she had let him go. He wanted to stop, remembering horrible memories of the previous times he had handled her so roughly. Instead, he was startled to let out a small, deep laugh so unlike his own. “This is only the beginning of it, my dear,” he announced without his inner consult. “There is more where that came from.”
Her eyes widened even more and her breath caught, her full attention on him. “Th-There is?”
There suddenly was something off about Mew. Of all the years he knew her, she had never shown interest in anything sexual, if she even knew about it. He spoke again before he could think on it further. “Of course. Look down.” He hoisted himself up for the occasion.
She did so, and immediately her jaw dropped when a blush burned into view. She mouthed in shock for the longest time, unable to tear her ogling gaze away. In the meantime, Mewtwo's thoughts went wild else where. What is all this? What am I doing? Why is...? ...no... I thought I...
“Why, Mewtwo!” his counterpart's surprised gasp pulled him back. She stared up at him, half-excited and half-worried. “It'll never fit! You're too big for me!”
His heart flipped, even though he let out a lusty growl. He dipped in to lock lips, giving her a fanged grin. “That is when you scream,” he purred huskily.
Then he fell upon, and rammed himself into her. Her voice caught from shock, only able to let out cries of felicity after she grew accustomed to his thrusting. She squeezed a leg into his side, and threw her head back for better audibility, every moan and scream echoing into the night. With a shiver, her star-studded eyes fluttered shut as her mouth opened wider, letting out an exclamation just as white light enveloped them.
Mewtwo's eyes immediately shot open, a gasp dying on his lips as the image faded. He remained frozen where he lay, trying to recover from the dream. Though the lust washed out of his body the moment he woke up, he caught it in time for him to realize he was quaking from it. He moved to raise a hand to his forehead, only to wince when a sharp pain ran through his arm. Looking down, he blinked at the hand-made sling, then at the leafy bandages wrapped around his torso. Slowly, he sat up, groaning doing so. His free paw massaged his temples just to find his head, too, was bandaged up.
His mind returned to what he had just dreamed of, reviewing over the images of Mew beneath his body, gasping with pleasure. It had been a few days, if not less, since he last remembered dreaming, and depending on which one was real, and the other one being a dream, it continued where he left off: ready to penetrate through her virginity. He had forgotten about these dreams (which he figured was for the best), feeling like his shame had gone to great heights to finally get it out of his system. However, possibly because of Legion's advances, his subconscious restored the lusty dreams.
He jumped in surprise when Cresselia came into view, a joyful smile on her face. “You're awake! Oh, thank goodness!”
Taking a sharp breath to calm himself down, he brought on a smile of his own. “Where did you come from?” he stupidly mumbled.
She felt his forehead. “You're still a little warm. You also woke up, so that adds to your delusion.”
“What? Cress, can you fill me in on this?”
Her gaze became sad when she pulled back, clasping her paws to her chest. “You've been out since late afternoon yesterday. Mesprit says you were suffering from head trauma, possibly from when you landed in the water. But you have to have fallen from a long height... it's what happened with Mew.”
He managed to only catch parts of her explanation due to a piercing headache shooting through that very moment. When he heard her mention Mew, he grew alert, and his thoughts redirected. “Mew! Where is she? How is she?”
Cresselia backed away a little at the sudden request, blinking in surprise. “Sh-She's doing fine... still asleep, though.”
“Where is she?” he asked more firmly.
“Mewtwo, you just got up. Rest a little longer before you go see her.”
“I want to see her.”
She vigorously nodded. “I-I know you do, but she's in no condition for visitors right now.”
He scowled, and proceeded to stand on his feet against her wishes. When he attempted to take a step forward, he wobbled dangerously, falling into the swan's hold. “Mewtwo, please!” she nearly shouted, clearly anxious. “You need to recover! Mew will still be there when I release you!”
He pushed her back, attempting to straighten up. “Please, Cress, let me see her.”
“I'm just as worried about her as you are!” Cresselia snapped out, snatching his arm. “She shouldn't even be alive right now!”
Mewtwo ceased his struggling, gawking down at her. Slowly, she loosened her grip on him and hung her head, tears brimming in her eyes. She resumed, her voice dropping to a murmur, “Her wounds are very deep, I'm surprised they are healing over. Even more incredulous, Mesprit is absolutely sure she was low on blood because of that. She worried all night over her to make sure she wasn't going to have a heart attack, if she already didn't have one. E-Even more shocking... her back is very bruised... she may have broken it, but we found no signs to indicate it. And... th-the head trauma... we were also worried about brain damage, s-so...”
The clone turned away, closing his eyes tightly to take a long breath. In his mind's eye, he recalled the image of Mew's body, broken and bloodless, beyond all help and recovery. But when she did return to consciousness, regaining her soul back, he nearly neglected the amount of pain she was in. She was pleading for an end to it all, whether for aid or death, he didn't know which. He wondered, though, which ones were what she wanted, and what was the cruelest. If what Cresselia said was true, her being alive was worse.
His heart sank. “No... that cannot be true,” he mumbled to himself. “I thought small consumptions can still heal...”
She lifted her head with a sniffle. “Pardon?”
He swept his eyes about his surroundings. It was barely recognizable being bare as it was—the walls and floor were clearly made of wood, possibly mahogany—and there was an empty walk-in closet. When he glanced back to see he had been laying on a mattress (covered with leaves and grasses for some odd reason), his mind clicked and identified it as a room—a human's room. Turning to the lunar swan questionably, she replied softly, “This was the closest shelter we could find. We looked for a Pokémon Center in the off-chance there was still medicine there, but couldn't find one. Latias luckily found this place, we just had to quickly dust the rooms and, um... fix up the beds before bringing you two in.” She twiddled her paws. “It was like this when we arrived... we didn't raid anything, we swear.”
Mewtwo cracked a smile at her feeble statement, then turned his attention to the door. “Which room is Mew in?”
Cresselia didn't bother to argue this time. “She's right next door. Mesprit or Latias might be in there with her.”
“I wish to be alone with her,” he requested, shakily walking forward.
She moved to catch him, only to be shaken off. “O-Okay, Mewtwo,” she sighed. “They won't be happy, but I'll let them know.” With a quick glance at him, she hurried out, leaving the door wide open.
Steadily, the psycat regained his balance enough he exited without much difficulty, ducking his head to avoid the frame. A few feet away was another room, the entrance welcoming him in. Sucking in another breath, he walked in just to pause at the doorway. Mew lay on a similar mattress, covered in enough leaf bandages for him to mistaken them as a body cast. A cautious approach to her bedside showed she was peacefully sleeping, making the scene less frightening. The sunlight trickling in from the window ahead smoothed out her exposed face almost dreamily, brightening up the rosy tint of her fur. With the exception of her body size, it was the only visible feature on her.
Hesitantly laying a hand on her warm forehead, he fell to his knees. He gently pet her, fighting to keep his tears back. “Mew... oh, Mew...” Mewtwo choked on an escaping sob, shaking his head. “I-I am so sorry. This... this is all my doing... it has to be. I mean, I... I started it. S-Somehow, I started this reaction possibly from the very beginning, I do not know... but I know I am most responsible for this.” He glanced at a dark corner with a shiver. “Had I actually done my very best after your... m-miscarriage... if I had known at the time it happened, I would have taken you out of the Tree. I do not know why that thought never crossed my mind since I was thrown out every time I arrived... but it was stupid on my part. I should have just carried you out and just taken you somewhere else. At least you would not have been alone for a long period of time...”
Scooping up her closest paw into his, he finally wept when he felt the pulse. “I am so sorry, Mew. I-If I had known about the kiss... maybe then... m-maybe this would never have happened. Had I gotten your permission... we would be happier, I-I would think. Maybe... by some miracle...” He reached out to touch her belly, only to let his hand hover inches above her, and slowly trace an arch. “...you would be laying here or elsewhere... making guesses on what it would look like... and coming up with names. Not too simple, but not too exotic, either... it has to be perfect.” He couldn't help smiling at the thought. “I will pick the boy names, and you will pick the girl names... and then argue over which one is the best on both sides. Though out of frustration, we will just end up choosing a different name without thinking, and it will end up sticking.”
His snickers didn't last very long, quietening down to inner sobs. He rested his head on his uninjured arm, keeping a good hold on her hand. “Please stay with me, Mew,” he murmured, running a finger along her wrist. “I am sick of a life of solitude... sick of sleeping alone and waking up alone... sick of traveling alone, with no one to talk to... I do not want any more souls I have hurt haunting me... no more blood on my hands. Please... get better...” Mewtwo leaned in to gently brush a kiss to her forehead.
She stirred before he pulled away, causing his heart to flutter in happiness and worry. She blinked several times up at him, notably confused, though when they made eye-contact, she lit up immediately. “Mewtwo...”
He nodded, and cupped her face. “How are you feeling?”
She frowned, brows knitting in agony when she attempted to sit up. “It hurts.”
“It will for a while, Mew.”
She scanned him for a quick moment, slowly raising a hand to skim along the bandages. “You look really hurt.”
He flinched when he tried to move his other arm, having nearly forgotten about his injuries. “I will be fine. I am more worried about you right now.”
Mew shook her head just to regret it. “I'm not that important... ”
“You are to me.”
She shivered, trying to ignore the warm feeling in her chest. “Just... go, please. Take care of yourself first.”
“I am not leaving you alone again.”
She let out a gasp when he bowed in to kiss her. Her hands flew up to grasp at his face, knowing the physical touch was real, but wanted to double check. It was strangely passionate for a light kiss, almost like he was catching up to date on her—there was the hint of a hungry growl in his throat when he let out a sigh on parting. They gazed at each other for a few seconds until he closed the space again, easing into a deeper kiss. It was cut short when his hand stroked down her neck, causing her to whimper and shudder. “Don't touch me there!” she quietly mewled the second she broke away from him, covering her sore area.
Mewtwo fell back to avert his gaze. “Sorry... so sorry...”
Mew side-glanced at him, a feeling of remorse in her gut. She didn't know what was bothering him, nor at why he looked so broken. Her mind kept telling her she had that knowledge, however, she couldn't seem to come up with anything about it. Carefully, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, only to tremble more and let out a sound of complaint. “Uh... Mewtwo...”
He immediately leaped to her aid. “Where do you hurt, Mew? Is something wrong? Do you need anything?”
She shook her head, blushing furiously. “No... I, um... I-I need to go.”
Mewtwo's eyes slightly widened, a sense of fear shining through for a moment. “Go where, Mew? You need to recover, you cannot go anywhere.”
“No, not that. I mean I need to go, as in...” She twirled her hands around, then squeezed them together. “...you know? To empty my bladder?”
It took him a split second to get what she meant. Once the realization came to his face, he nodded with an “Oh! Oh, I see!”, and scooped her carefully into his arm.
Mew, wriggling in discomfort, tried to pry his hold away from her. “Mewtwo, I can float on my own.”
“You do not know that.” He headed out the door, and hunted for the house's exit.
“I do too!” She barely stole a glance at the empty furniture each time he peeked into each room. “Where are we, anyway?”
“In some abandoned human house,” he simply said, spotting a door across what looked to be a main room. “I do not know where it is, but Latias found it.”
The feline managed a smile. “Gotta hand it to Latias for staking out these places.”
Mewtwo chuckled as well, opening the door. They peered out, taking note of the gray forest before them and the cloudy weather. It was faint, but there was the scent of pine on the breeze. Out a yard away were the other Legendaries, quietly standing around, looking at nothing in particular. Latias, nervous as she was, immediately spun around and let out an eccentric squeal of “MEW, YOU'RE AWAKE!” as she rushed for her. She nearly knocked down the clone grabbing her friend tightly and spinning her around while sobbing hysterically.
The others hurried over to rescue Mew, and give her and Mewtwo remarks of gratitude. Naturally, the females swarmed together, hardly allowing other males to say two words to her. The psycat grinned nervously at the attention and their blending voices of concern, attempting to slip through the crowd to reach the group of eight. He didn't get far when his mate cried out over their voices “Girls, I have to pee!”, bringing the joyous occasion to an awkward halt.
The Eon Dragon, who never once let her go (though her hold had loosened up), exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, you should have said something!”
Mew fidgeted in place, though she managed a smile for her. “I tried...”
“Oh, I'm so sorry, Mew! I'll take you as an apology, and because you're my best friend and I love yo-o-ou!” She nuzzled her at the end with a sniffle.
“For heaven's sake, take her into the woods!” Mesprit shooed at her. “Poor thing's already close to bursting, she doesn't need to worry about any more!”
Without another moment to spare, Latias pulled her along, bubbling on about what had happened during her three-day absence. Once the two disappeared, everyone's attention turned over to Mewtwo, the females moving to give him hugs or happy nudges. “Glad to have you back,” Suicune said with a grin.
“So I did not break your back after all,” he pointed out jokingly.
She rolled her eyes and mumbled, “You're not that heavy.”
Deoxys butted in with a joyful “MAN HUG!”, throwing his arms around the clone and patting his back roughly. “Mewtwo, buddy, don't you ever scare us like that again! If you do, I'll kill you, got it?”
He awkwardly pushed him back, though he maintained his smile. “I will keep that in mind.”
The alien then gave a lop-sided gaze. “So, are you still worn out from your three-day escapade with Mew?”
The group let out disgruntled groans, called him out on it, and a couple reached out to smack him. “Dammit, Deoxys, did you have to make that joke?” Lugia groaned, face-palming. “Sheesh, you're insensitive...”
“I'm trying to lighten the mood here!”
Mewtwo just patted him on the shoulder. “Good to see you are still yourself,” he sighed, shaking his head.
“See? He understands!”
“Now if you excuse me, I have to relieve myself,” he added, watching Deoxys tense up with slight amusement.
He swiveled around, his expression crossed between confusion and horror. “Oh good God, you've got to be kidding!”
It took a few seconds for the group to realize what he meant. “Not that, gutter-brain,” Zapdos grumbled with an exasperated sigh.
“Need someone to go with you?” Entei offered with a dopey grin.
“...no, I can manage on my own. But just to be on the safe side, wait ten minutes before coming to check up on me.” He promptly disappeared into the forest.
...though he rethought on the request when he hunted down for a place to wash up afterwards. He wasn't familiar with the area, and he realized he needed to hunt down some food for himself and Mew (if no one else had anything set aside for them). He forced himself to brush aside the hunger pains until after he found a running river to clean himself in. The water wasn't calm enough for a good reflection, so he couldn't fully see how terrible he looked. Which he figured was for the best, he didn't want to start worrying over himself.
Unaware of how long he had been gone, he decided to head back, keeping an eye out for any fruit or edible roots he may come across. He was sure he had gotten turned around in his search for the river until he heard arguing in the distance. With a shrug, he let it be his guide, keeping a straight path back to the campsite. To his dissatisfaction, though he did secretly miss it (most of it), much of the group were verbally chewing each other out for “inappropriate behavior”, “I say we go back/stay here”, and “you never keep your mouth shut” among other things. Those few who wished to remain out of it stood underneath a pine tree, worriedly whispering to themselves.
Mewtwo went ahead to approach them. Shaymin shot him a smile when she glanced over. “Ten minutes like you said,” she said, sounding a little pleased. “Any problems?”
“None at the moment.” He tilted his head at the others. “What did I miss?”
Her face faltered. “You haven't noticed, have you?” she sadly murmured.
She directed her gaze to the crowd. “We've been cut in half, somewhat.”
His heart jumped, and he scanned the Legendaries, mentally counting them and checking off names. His eyes widened the moment he realized faces weren't among them. “Where... what happened?”
“Jediah and his followers were too strong for us,” Mesprit melancholically replied. “We were forced to retreat into the Tree until they suddenly fell back. They managed to capture some of us in the group, though: Ho-oh, Celebi, Azelf, Jirachi—”
“Rayquaza, Raikou, Regice, Regigigas, Dialga, Palkia...” Articuno joined in the count with her sister and Uxie.
“And Manaphy,” Shaymin finished solemnly. “We were aware they were gone the moment we noticed they stopped chasing after us. But then we heard you, and we temporarily forgot about them.”
Mewtwo, as horrified as he was at the report of their missing friends, suddenly grew ill at the mentioning of his scream to Mew. “You heard me?” he echoed.
They nodded. “We ran outside to see where it came from when we saw you and Mew falling,” Moltres recalled. “You two were pretty far apart... but we could see you were reaching out for her. Then you two hit the water, and we immediately looked for a safe way down. I mean, the majority of us can fly, we could have just swooped in to your rescue, but we were weak... lame excuse, really...”
“I think it was for the best, to be honest with you,” Uxie gave his insight. “If we had ended up rescuing Mewtwo, we wouldn't have heard his heartfelt pleas. Without knowing what was happening, we could feel what he was going through, heart-breaking as it was. It's an experience of maturity, one of many.”
Shaymin hung her head, walked closer to Mewtwo, and then bowed in apology. “You were right in looking for Mew... i-if we waited any longer... she would have died...” She glanced up shamefully. “I was right in that you probably would have died from shock if she turned out to have been dead. But... to have her still alive after all this... it's a miracle. She changed you, Mewtwo. You are different than you were... twenty years ago.” She cracked a tiny smile. “I'm sorry for not believing in you, Mewtwo. I nearly cost her her life.”
The psycat knelt down and scooped her up into his hand, marveling at how tiny Shaymin was. “There is no reason to apologize,” he assured her. “You are forgiven, you meant well. Even if I had told you I could feel her in my heart, you would have insisted I listened to you. You try your best to be a leader, so you just forget these things. I understand that. You are still learning, so you have to make mistakes... even if it ended up killing one of us.”
The hedgehog felt her cheeks warm, and she leaned forward to nuzzle against his jaw. Mewtwo let out a small chuckle, pressing her close like he would for a hug. Then he gently lowered her down, noticing she had become a little healthier all of a sudden. Almost at once, a small pink flower popped into view, making him and the others who witnessed it to quietly gasp. Shaymin wriggled a little, gazing up at them with a tearful smile. “It's been a long time since I felt true gratitude. It's one of the most beautiful feelings in the world... next to love, I believe.”
Nodding, the clone turned to face the rest, who stood where they were, silently watching. He noted a few were holding back water works, gazing in wonder at the blossom sticking out of Shaymin's fur. It saddened him to know they had friends who missed out on the small miracle, but he prayed in his heart more opportunities like this would be in the future.
There came movement in the corner of his eye, and he looked to see Latias, alone, approach him. He became concerned, almost standing up in a flash until she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Mew wants to see you,” she whispered in his ear, sounding a little worried.