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They say time heals all wounds.
After finding a home, Mewtwo felt that the phrase was somewhat lacking. Time may be necessary to heal, but what saved him was a girl who called her Pokemon her family.
Or, Red is learns that maybe he hadn't failed Mewtwo as much as he thought, and Green wonders just what on Earth is happening in that kitchen.
Mewtwo never expected his opinions of humans to change. After his experience in the labs of Team Rocket, he couldn't trust any of them, not even the boy who went out of his way to try to help him.
He knew there was true kindness in the boy; Red's thoughts and feelings sprawled far out of his mind, shared with his Pokemon, and Mewtwo didn't even have to try to read them. But he was broken, and at that time kindness meant nothing.
So convinced that he could not be made whole again, Mewtwo forced the boy's hand, drained his energy with his unresponsiveness until Red could do nothing but give up; looking back, the psychic Pokemon was awed by such determination from a child.
He was no less awed by the child he called his friend now.
It had been years since he had last seen Red, after the boy had finally released him in the hopes that freeing the Pokemon would let him find peace. Mewtwo had wandered the world, avoided humans and Pokemon alike. But even for all his strength and speed, the years wore him down, and he collapsed from both pain and exhaustion somewhere on an island mountain, barely feeling the snow surrounding him.
His journey had brought him no answers, no purpose. His powers dwindled, his mental state too numb to function properly.
It was only due to that lack of power that he (thankfully) didn't kill the little human girl hovering over him when he came to.
Having given up completely on even living, Mewtwo couldn't find it in himself flee, though he was still wary of her.
She spent weeks nursing him back to health, in a secluded cabin with her five Pokemon-her friends, she insisted, and said Pokemon agreed-and endless patience. She was careful and gentle, warm without smothering, treated him like humans treat other humans. The first week or so he was too weak to speak, merely watching her warily as she changed bandages and adjusted blankets.
She had settled him on a soft futon on the ground in what they called the 'living room', in a spot he where he could see all possible escape routes (there were six). Her voice was quiet, a mellow alto that she used to ask his permission to touch him so she could help him sit up to eat the food she prepared for him.
The request for permission never faltered, and if he shook his head and glared at her she would look sad, but respect his wishes, and left the food well within his reach while she retreated to elsewhere in the cabin.
It was a strange time, where his instincts feared and disliked her, but his growing experience with this human girl were showing him that she could be trusted.
She gave her heart freely to her Pokemon, a sentiment they returned in kind.
Mewtwo soon learned that the oddly-colored Milotic, who had been with her the longest as her first Pokemon, was a motherly sort (something he had no prior experience with), who fussed and fretted over her dear ones with such gentleness that he had not been expecting the power of her Aqua Tail when a Bewear got a little too close to the cabin. Milotic offered that protectiveness to him as well, shooing the younger Pokemon away when he was clearly overwhelmed with their chattering.
Sylveon was rambunctious and playful, but toned it down when she was near him. The fairy type often sat dutifully next to her trainer when it was time to change bandages and offer him food, her ribbons out to assist in whatever tasks she could.
The Salandit was very much the same, nimble fingers eager to help. Referred to as Sammy, the lizard was the definition of sass and had no issues with making snippy comments and retorts. The others never seemed to take them seriously, but it didn't deter Sammy at all, who would huff and send a look of long-suffering to a large bat-like Pokemon. Noivern would hum sympathetically, never one to realize when Sammy was joking.
The girl's Noivern seemed to think of her as his mother, apparently having been raised by her from a hatchling. He didn't spend much time near Mewtwo, but always whistled a greeting as he trundled around the cabin, a very small Ponyta in tow.
Ponyta was an odd one, taken in by the human girl just before she had found Mewtwo. From what little of her stuttering thoughts he could gather, the small horse Pokemon had been neglected by her previous trainer until a serious leg injury had occurred, which is when she was confiscated and then sent to the human girl.
Watching this strange human child tenderly reassure the little Ponyta that everything would be alright, making sure the leg splint was on firmly but not painfully, grooming her meticulously…
Mewtwo wasn't even sure what planet this child was from.
Time passed, and his wounds healed, but he found himself coming to a blank when it came down to what to do next. The girl-Moon, she said her name was-said he was free to stay as long as he liked.
The first emotion in years made itself known, then-curiosity.
He stayed.
And somehow, he found himself making his own place among what he knew most would call a family.
Sammy took to Mewtwo the fastest after Milotic, his humor once getting an audible huff of laughter from the clone. It was the dual-type's proudest moment. After several months, Noivern admitted he couldn't fathom not seeing Mewtwo meditating or otherwise wandering the cabin, which turned out to be a spacious two-story lodge.
Sylveon made it her mission to hold Mewtwo's hand with her ribbons once a day. She got better at it as time passed. Milotic had accepted and enjoyed Mewtwo's presence from day one, and a quick look in her mind proved that she had no intentions of changing that mindset. And Ponyta, shy as she was, would edge slowly closer and then lay down, comfortable mere feet away from him.
Mewtwo didn't understand.
These Pokemon treated him like one of their own, like he wasn't wrong or terrifying. And the human girl… Moon…
She treated him like he meant something.
Not usually one of many words, her actions spoke volumes. When he showed preference towards a specific type of food, it was made more often. When he shifted in discomfort on the high-back chairs, just days later there were comfortable stools at the table. If he fell asleep (still easily tired, despite his recovery) on a couch, a blanket would be covering him when he woke up.
Little things, like she did for her Pokemon, that she was now doing for him.
And when he spoke to her for the first time, she smiled with her eyes.
He'd heard the other Pokemon express it in their own ways, and it had seemed like the proper thing to say.
"Thank you," he'd said quietly one night, after she had finished checking on Ponyta's leg.
She turned to him, eyes bright even through her sleepiness. "You're welcome, friend."
It was clear that she was not startled by his voice in her mind, that she wasn't horrified or scared. And that stunned the psychic Pokemon.
But it also made him feel strangely good.
They talked more after that.
After finding a home, Mewtwo felt that the phrase was somewhat lacking. Time may be necessary to heal, but what saved him was a girl who called her Pokemon her family.
Or, Red is learns that maybe he hadn't failed Mewtwo as much as he thought, and Green wonders just what on Earth is happening in that kitchen.
XxXxX
Mewtwo never expected his opinions of humans to change. After his experience in the labs of Team Rocket, he couldn't trust any of them, not even the boy who went out of his way to try to help him.
He knew there was true kindness in the boy; Red's thoughts and feelings sprawled far out of his mind, shared with his Pokemon, and Mewtwo didn't even have to try to read them. But he was broken, and at that time kindness meant nothing.
So convinced that he could not be made whole again, Mewtwo forced the boy's hand, drained his energy with his unresponsiveness until Red could do nothing but give up; looking back, the psychic Pokemon was awed by such determination from a child.
He was no less awed by the child he called his friend now.
It had been years since he had last seen Red, after the boy had finally released him in the hopes that freeing the Pokemon would let him find peace. Mewtwo had wandered the world, avoided humans and Pokemon alike. But even for all his strength and speed, the years wore him down, and he collapsed from both pain and exhaustion somewhere on an island mountain, barely feeling the snow surrounding him.
His journey had brought him no answers, no purpose. His powers dwindled, his mental state too numb to function properly.
It was only due to that lack of power that he (thankfully) didn't kill the little human girl hovering over him when he came to.
Having given up completely on even living, Mewtwo couldn't find it in himself flee, though he was still wary of her.
She spent weeks nursing him back to health, in a secluded cabin with her five Pokemon-her friends, she insisted, and said Pokemon agreed-and endless patience. She was careful and gentle, warm without smothering, treated him like humans treat other humans. The first week or so he was too weak to speak, merely watching her warily as she changed bandages and adjusted blankets.
She had settled him on a soft futon on the ground in what they called the 'living room', in a spot he where he could see all possible escape routes (there were six). Her voice was quiet, a mellow alto that she used to ask his permission to touch him so she could help him sit up to eat the food she prepared for him.
The request for permission never faltered, and if he shook his head and glared at her she would look sad, but respect his wishes, and left the food well within his reach while she retreated to elsewhere in the cabin.
It was a strange time, where his instincts feared and disliked her, but his growing experience with this human girl were showing him that she could be trusted.
She gave her heart freely to her Pokemon, a sentiment they returned in kind.
Mewtwo soon learned that the oddly-colored Milotic, who had been with her the longest as her first Pokemon, was a motherly sort (something he had no prior experience with), who fussed and fretted over her dear ones with such gentleness that he had not been expecting the power of her Aqua Tail when a Bewear got a little too close to the cabin. Milotic offered that protectiveness to him as well, shooing the younger Pokemon away when he was clearly overwhelmed with their chattering.
Sylveon was rambunctious and playful, but toned it down when she was near him. The fairy type often sat dutifully next to her trainer when it was time to change bandages and offer him food, her ribbons out to assist in whatever tasks she could.
The Salandit was very much the same, nimble fingers eager to help. Referred to as Sammy, the lizard was the definition of sass and had no issues with making snippy comments and retorts. The others never seemed to take them seriously, but it didn't deter Sammy at all, who would huff and send a look of long-suffering to a large bat-like Pokemon. Noivern would hum sympathetically, never one to realize when Sammy was joking.
The girl's Noivern seemed to think of her as his mother, apparently having been raised by her from a hatchling. He didn't spend much time near Mewtwo, but always whistled a greeting as he trundled around the cabin, a very small Ponyta in tow.
Ponyta was an odd one, taken in by the human girl just before she had found Mewtwo. From what little of her stuttering thoughts he could gather, the small horse Pokemon had been neglected by her previous trainer until a serious leg injury had occurred, which is when she was confiscated and then sent to the human girl.
Watching this strange human child tenderly reassure the little Ponyta that everything would be alright, making sure the leg splint was on firmly but not painfully, grooming her meticulously…
Mewtwo wasn't even sure what planet this child was from.
Time passed, and his wounds healed, but he found himself coming to a blank when it came down to what to do next. The girl-Moon, she said her name was-said he was free to stay as long as he liked.
The first emotion in years made itself known, then-curiosity.
He stayed.
And somehow, he found himself making his own place among what he knew most would call a family.
Sammy took to Mewtwo the fastest after Milotic, his humor once getting an audible huff of laughter from the clone. It was the dual-type's proudest moment. After several months, Noivern admitted he couldn't fathom not seeing Mewtwo meditating or otherwise wandering the cabin, which turned out to be a spacious two-story lodge.
Sylveon made it her mission to hold Mewtwo's hand with her ribbons once a day. She got better at it as time passed. Milotic had accepted and enjoyed Mewtwo's presence from day one, and a quick look in her mind proved that she had no intentions of changing that mindset. And Ponyta, shy as she was, would edge slowly closer and then lay down, comfortable mere feet away from him.
Mewtwo didn't understand.
These Pokemon treated him like one of their own, like he wasn't wrong or terrifying. And the human girl… Moon…
She treated him like he meant something.
Not usually one of many words, her actions spoke volumes. When he showed preference towards a specific type of food, it was made more often. When he shifted in discomfort on the high-back chairs, just days later there were comfortable stools at the table. If he fell asleep (still easily tired, despite his recovery) on a couch, a blanket would be covering him when he woke up.
Little things, like she did for her Pokemon, that she was now doing for him.
And when he spoke to her for the first time, she smiled with her eyes.
He'd heard the other Pokemon express it in their own ways, and it had seemed like the proper thing to say.
"Thank you," he'd said quietly one night, after she had finished checking on Ponyta's leg.
She turned to him, eyes bright even through her sleepiness. "You're welcome, friend."
It was clear that she was not startled by his voice in her mind, that she wasn't horrified or scared. And that stunned the psychic Pokemon.
But it also made him feel strangely good.
They talked more after that.