Summary: With the world filled with extreme violence and organized terrorism, an outcry has been reached. The world needed to change, but there needed to be diplomats that could understand and walk both worlds. Psychics, the ambassadors of humanity and Pokemon, were few in the Pokemon species and even more rare in humankind. They were the unwilling participates to a deadly political game, one that you would be forced to dance with in the arms of the mysterious psychic, Mewtwo. Reader x Mewtwo
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon; it belongs to Nintendo. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.
Warning: Drama, with lots of tension... (The hormones kind.)
This fanfiction made by Mayplefly.
You knew that Vardae was lying. Deoxys did train a human psychic once before. Why did she hide that information from you? Did something bad happen?
Perhaps you were too keen on learning what Deoxys had to teach you.
You were starting to feel insecure about your decisions. Was it worth trusting Vardae's words? Deoxys was the only one to be completely straightforward with you. To be fair, Mewtwo had his moments as well.
Mew would not allow you near Deoxys for the time-being anyway.
Perhaps you understood what it meant to be the oddball of the family. Deoxys was being treated unfairly in your opinion. The more the psychics antagonized your choices, the more you wanted to push back.
After having plenty of arguments and quick beat downs, Mew finally convinced Mewtwo to be your mentor once again.
You found yourself in the same circumstances before in the grassy area where you first faced off against the feline, except you were sitting on the ground in thought.
"Are you going to stand up?" Mewtwo asked you.
You shook your head, "I'm thinking at the moment."
He did a small shrug before sitting beside you, "Perhaps a meditating session?"
"Sure," you replied.
"Tell me, why do you argue with my mother? I haven't seen anyone intentionally oppose her so openly," Mewtwo stated.
You shuffled your legs and crossed them, before turning to look up towards his violet eyes. "I don't like people trying to dictate what's best for me."
"I see," he stated. His tail laid rest close to your back.
"If we don't question those who try to force authority down our throats, we are no better than the dirt we walk upon," you muttered.
A quiet grunt came from Mewtwo, "We are very much alike in that regard."
"Tell me, Mewtwo... why is Deoxys treated so terribly? Perhaps I understand him. I guess I've become a bit resentful due to the fact that Vardae says you're a family, but you place him below yourselves... I don't like it," you said honestly, while your fists clenched up.
"Is that how you see it?" Mewtwo said, with his eyes widening somewhat in thought. "I do admit I don't trust his judgement. He's... not earned my trust yet. He is also one of the most recent to join us."
"Did he do something to lose the little bit of trust you could have given him?" you inquired.
Mewtwo started to look uncomfortable. He turned his gaze away from you momentarily. "I have scars from our first encounter. He was not an easy opponent."
"Oh," you said.
"When mother sensed an incoming psychic, it was strange. It was close to an empty valley, void of humans and Pokemon. She sent me to go investigate. I did as instructed. The energy was emitting from some large meteorite that fell to the ground. He smashed his way out of the burning meteorite, and his strange tentacle arms flailed and destroyed everything in his path," Mewtwo recalled.
"What happened then?" you inquired.
"I tried to stop him. He... was powerful. I have never seen another of his kind before. I wasn't sure what I got myself into. All I knew was that my mother would be interested in this... creature. I thought he was strange. His attacks are noteworthy. But, his defenses are terrible. He managed to get me a few times with his tendril arms, but I eventually beat him into submission. He would have been dangerous left on his own," Mewtwo stated.
You tried to imagine yourself as Deoxys, scared and uncertain where you were. Born from within a meteorite.
"Wouldn't you have attacked to protect yourself? If you were Deoxys? I would, if I were capable..." you remarked.
Mewtwo took a deep breath, and processed your comments, "I understand. I could... see how we would be alike in some regards."
"I guess you had some experiences of your own?" you asked.
Mewtwo's head was slow to nod, and you felt his tail accidentally rubbed against your back.
"I do have my own experiences... but with humans. A story I am not comfortable sharing yet. We will see how much of an asset you will become, if not... than this is a story you will not learn," Mewtwo stated.
"I see. It makes sense. You've shared enough with me already. No point confessing all of your issues with a stranger," you acknowledged, and uncrossed your legs.
"Perhaps you can answer a few questions I have?" Mewtwo inquired.
You glanced at him with a nod of your own.
"Tell me, why do you become angry when I call you a trainer?" Mewtwo asked.
You froze up at the question, and refused to look at him.
"(Name)?" he called out your name gently, with one of his hands carefully reaching to touch your shoulder.
You didn't shrug his hand away, but you refused to look at him.
"Trainers are evil. They manipulate, enslave, and abuse their Pokemon. I am happy. So happy... that they are getting their Pokemon taken away. For the longest time... I've hated them. It wasn't until I stumbled upon the psychics that I started to feel like I belong somewhere. I don't feel shunned, I don't feel alone. I finally feel free. The world needs to change, yet I feel conflicted about it as well. I feel blinded by my desires, to become someone else," you explained.
Mewtwo appeared surprised, when you finally turned to look towards him.
"I've never felt so alive and happy before, to not be judged. But every time I see Deoxys, I see myself. He's not a terrible person. Just give him a chance. I don't want him to be under someone's heel every time I come around," you added.
Mewtwo still said nothing yet, even when you paused to allow him to speak.
"Do you know what I want? I want to be stronger, and Deoxys helped me understand that. I realize what I need to do. I'm not a fighter, Mewtwo. I'm a protector. My psychic powers will defend the weak and the helpless... and I'll protect my new family from harm. I'll be your shield, Mewtwo. I promise my life on that," you confirmed.
He looked confused for a moment, "I've never heard anyone willing to protect me before," he admitted. "You speak sweet words, young girl. I feel as if I misjudged you. I hope there won't ever be a day when you have to be the protector."
Mewtwo removed his hand from your shoulder and stroked your face carefully, "I'm beginning to regret giving you that mark on your face."
You gave a grunt before gently grabbing his hand, "You shouldn't feel guilty. I guess I needed to be punched to my senses. I feel as if I've been too hard on you as well. I figured that Deoxys would be a better mentor... because I understood what it feels like to be treated like an outsider. Perhaps the best approach would for me to consider the strengths of each of your abilities."
"I see your point," he admitted. "Going against mother's wishes to keep you under my care would be amusing. I suppose you could study under Deoxys at some time. Personally, I feel it would be best if you waited until you've mastered that shielding technique of yours beforehand."
"You are right," you replied. "Deoxys probably couldn't teach me how to make barriers. He told me himself he only specializes in attack."
"Why did he feel like you were better suited under his tutorship?" Mewtwo asked gently.
"Something about teamwork. He thinks that I should be partnered up with him instead of being in single combat for better methods," you explained.
Mewtwo muttered under his breath, and scratched his head, "That sounds... reasonable."
Did you hear right?
"Could you repeat that, Mewtwo?" you questioned slyly.
"No," Mewtwo stated.
"So, what happens now?" you asked.
"We can work on your barriers," Mewtwo suggested. "At some point you should learn some self defense. I understand you dislike fighting, but being able to protect yourself with basic hand-to-hand combat would benefit you."
"I see," you said.
You looked at him and closed your eyes, before leaning backwards.
The moment you relaxed, Mewtwo charged an attack, and aimed it towards you.
His attack was deflected, and a barrier was erected around you.
You opened up one of your eyes and calmly stated, "I'm not making the same mistake twice."
"Ah," he murmured in approval. "I noticed you're catching on finally."
"I suppose having some time to vent is as good at meditating," you remarked, while looking up at the sky.
"I'm meant to be your mentor, not your therapist," Mewtwo reminded you.
"If I'm to deal with you, that means you'll have to listen to my problems. I have plenty of things that bother me," you said.
"Keeping a clear mind does help," he noted.
"I'm ready whenever you are," was your comment.
He helped you up on your feet, by taking hold of your hand.
You were experiencing that same feeling when he offered his hand the first time. The feeling of uncertainty and excitement.
"Keep your mind clear like the sky, and don't lose focus," Mewtwo advised.
You practiced releasing your barriers whenever an energy attack was aimed towards you. You still felt his training methods were harsh, but you needed to ignore your doubts and go along with it.
He would vanish and appear behind you, but as soon as you turned to look, he would be gone. Another energy attack was aimed in front of you. He was trying to catch you off guard.
You saw him prepare yet another attack when he got close, but when you thought he was about to launch the energy, it dissolved quickly. His hand shot out in front of you.
The same hand wrapped around your throat, picking you up in the process.
He had you in a choke hold, and you were gasping for breath.
"Stop me," Mewtwo ordered.
How could you get out of his hold? Your thoughts were racing, and you suddenly dropped your limbs to your sides, with your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
In shock, he quickly released your throat.
In that moment, you put up a barrier, forcing him away from you.
"Did you just... fake passing out?" Mewtwo said in amusement.
"You told me to keep my thoughts clear. Shock value, something you wouldn't expect. You thought I would push back. Instead, I bluffed. I took a chance," you stated, while rubbing your throat.
"It won't work a second time," Mewtwo said.
"Exactly, because you won't get so close next time," you yelled back, with your throat still tender.
"We'll see," was his response.
He disappeared again. You knew he would try and fake an attack from behind. He seemed to enjoy throwing opponents off guard.
You turned around, and saw him appear to your side. You placed your hand out in front of you.
He had reached out towards you, but in as close proximity as you had, your barrier was created.
"What?" he said aloud in alarm. His hand was outstretched, but he could not reach you.
You had your arms crossed, and you were panting. A small smile was on your face.
"I placed my barrier around you, Mewtwo. It certainly leaves me open to attack from someone else, but I can contain you," you stated.
He appeared surprised. He made a fist and smacked against the barrier, and when that failed, he charged an energy attack towards it. But, it only changed color to match Mewtwo's energy. He only made the barrier stronger.
"Do you think this will last?" he stated angrily. You heard his voice dripping with venom. "How is this any different than trapping a Pokemon in a small container?"
You ignored him, and focused on maintaining the barrier.
Mewtwo clenched his fists before he teleported. You thought he escaped, and worriedly looked around.
But, Mewtwo reappeared, close to the edge of the barrier.
"How is this even possible?!" he screamed angrily. He started to pound against the barrier. His eyes started to develop a blue tinted hue.
You were making him angry, but he told you to keep your mind clear.
You sat down and looked at the sky, before taking a deep breath and focused.
Mewtwo's angry screeches were pushed to the back of your mind. You were become exhausted as you tried to maintain the barrier. You kept your racing heart as calm as you could, and a migraine threatened your focus.
You prevailed through the sweating of your pores, and your pounding head. He would not escape as long as you were conscious.
A few moments later, you could feel his energy pulsate around you. He was attacking your mind, assaulting your defenses.
You felt as if you were in a trance, deeply focused to the point of a dreamlike state. You saw the materialized form of Mewtwo in your mind. His appearance was twisted into anger.
"Release me," the illusion of Mewtwo demanded.
"I have to protect myself," you replied.
"Eventually, I will escape, and you will see what wrath looks like!" he continued to threaten.
Mewtwo's illusion was in close proximity to your face.
"All I ever felt was threatened since the day I was born. I'm not afraid of your threats. I realize that now. I accept that I'm weak, that I'm incapable of harming you. But it doesn't matter, Mewtwo. As long as I can be a shield, I don't have to be strong. As long as I can protect you, or even contain your anger, than I feel more than accomplished," you whispered.
He only grunted, and tried to wrap his arms around your throat again in the illusion.
Shock value. You continued to tell yourself that as long as he could be thrown off guard, you had a chance.
You took a chance, and you decided to live with the consequences later, right then, you had to gamble.
The moment his illusion fingers wrapped around your throat, you pulled yourself closer to him, and gently held his face in your hands before you kissed him deeply.
His illusion slackened in the grip around your throat, even then, you didn't release him from your hold. You were going to shock him.
One of your hands wrapped around his waist, and you pushed yourself closer to him, mounting his illusion with your thighs pressed against his.
You forced your tongue into his illusion mouth, keeping him from speaking, and wrapped your legs around his waist to keep him still.
His arms were lying to his side, still in shock.
His strength was weakening. The illusion of him in your mind no longer looked aggressive.
Your free hand was wandering downhill... and you heard a high pitched yelp in surprise.
You were suddenly out of your dreamlike trance.
Mewtwo was laying on the ground, still in your barrier.
He looked confused and dazed, and blinked rapidly. When he turned to look at you, his eyes were widened from shock.
You dropped your barrier, and panted in exhaustion, with your hands shaking, and your legs about to stumble while you stood up.
"I win..." you coughed out the words.
Mewtwo looked stunned, and wrapped his tail over his form, looking at you questionably.
"Shock value," you panted, "you did tell me to keep my mind clear... and I did. You would have never seen that coming."
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his face was twisted in a weird expression, his hand covered his mouth.
You were certain he felt violated mentally and perhaps physically.
"I'm sorry," you stated. "But you gave me no other choice. You went for my throat, twice. I had to do something."
He still said nothing, only keeping his hand to his mouth while keeping his widened stare on you.
You would have felt bad for him, but he did try to attack your mind with his psychic powers. You would live with the consequences.
Eventually, Mewtwo stood up on his own. His eyes never left you.
"Now you're definitely not going to want to mentor me. Too bad. I was starting to get better at this," you sighed.
Hesitantly, Mewtwo reached his hand out to you, "Let's... head back."
"Okay," you said.
His expression was difficult to read. You weren't sure if he was mad at you or not.
When he teleported back at the Holy Ditto Order Church, he turned his gaze away from you and dropped his hand from your grip.
He walked away with his typical posture, but his eyes appeared difficult to read.