TEEN: After the Ashes: Sasha's Story

[Twilight-Kun]

Spoiler: Cover art

Ten years after Cyrus was stopped from rewriting reality, the world has mostly recovered. Blessed with a power she did not ask for, an Eevee makes friends with a lonely Mewtwo who saved her life. Now, the unlikely duo, along with many others affected by Cyrus' actions, begin to explore the new path their lives have taken and discover many new and interesting things along the way.

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A series of one-off snips that initially didn't go anywhere, but as time progressed, a world slowly began to take shape, so I decided to reorganize what I had into rough chronological order and the following scenes are the result.

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A few warnings before we begin:

• This is by no means a story that takes itself seriously, although there will be some moments where it dips into darker topics
• Characterization will not be compliant to any one canon continuity.
• Anachronistic order is in full effect
• Given the nature of the premise of this story, there will be references to other pokemon fanfics now and again - both accidental and deliberate.
• Fights are not my strong point, so if they seem to fly by or feel inadequate, I apologize.

Chapter One
(1.1)

Mewtwo should have ignored her.

He should've left the half-dead eevee on the slopes of Mt. Silver; left her to be claimed by the frigid weather like so many other trainers and pokémon who had perished over the years.

To be honest, he'd barely noticed her at all, due to the fact her silvery-white fur blended in with her surroundings.

It was the eyes that had initially caught his attention.

Two red pools among the ocean of white.

The second detail that had caught his attention had been the massive pool of power inside the eevee.

He knelt by her and touched her lightly. The eyes moved, looking at him before closing. Mewtwo felt her pulse quicken slightly, but nowhere near a pace he'd consider normal.

And so he had used his power to erect an igloo around the eevee and begun the task of saving the child's life.

After drying her, she twitched, then shivered violently, which pleased her rescuer. He carefully held her close, letting the heat from his own body seep into her, checking her pulse to make sure she didn't go into cardiac arrest.

Her body temperature was still dangerously low and he didn't any warm liquid to give her...well...he did, but he didn't have the means to give it to her reliably.

Shaking his head, Mewtwo pushed the thought to the back of his mind. While liquid was out, there was warm air he could give her...

Pinching her nose shut, he gently breathed into her mouth. After a few minutes, she stirred and coughed, shivers running up and down her body.

"Come back to me, little one," he murmured. "There's still so much for you to do."

Once she'd stabilized, he picked her up and teleported to his current home, deep within one of the many cities scattered around the world. Standing in the center of the living room, he wrapped the eevee in blankets and went to pour her a drink.

When he came back with a glass, her eyes were open. Mewtwo met her gaze and smiled slightly.

"Welcome back," he said. Her ears twitched and she frowned before shaking her head, wincing. He stepped closer and she went still, watching him warily. "I mean you no harm."

Her eyes narrowed then moved to the drink in his hand. A small pink tongue wet her lips and she nodded slowly. Mewtwo gently placed the glass to her lips and she drank slowly, relaxing as she did so. She blinked drowsily and yawned.

Mewtwo checked her pulse and was pleased to find it strong and healthy. He unwrapped the eevee and she stretched carefully, letting out a small hiss as she flexed her paws.

"Thank you," she said, looking up at him, tail wagging slowly. "My name is Sasha."

"Mewtwo."

She tilted her head. "That doesn't really sound...well...normal."

Mewtwo arched a brow and crossed his arms. "It's rare that I meet a Pokémon who gives themselves a name as well, Sasha. It's a nice name."

She flicked her ears and looked away. "Right, well, thanks for patching me up. I'll just be going then."

She didn't make it three steps before she collapsed with a snarl of pain. Mewtwo winced and gently picked her up in his telekinesis, laying her back down.

"You really need to be checked at a Pokémon Center," he said. "The only reason I didn't take you there straight away is because I'm trying to avoid any unnecessary attention."

She glared at him. "You're a psychic. Teleport me."

Mewtwo narrowed his eyes thoughtfully before shaking his head. "There's regulations against that for several reasons."

Sasha sighed and rubbed her face with a paw. "So I'm stuck here until you're satisfied that I won't keel over?"

Mewtwo nodded.

"Fine," Sasha grumbled. "But as soon as I'm able, I'm gone."

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(1.2)

"Come on."

"No."

"It's not nearly as bad as you think it is."

"Do I look like a human to you?"

"...Okay, fair enough, but you're roughly human-shaped and therefore eligible for wearing a suit."

"I don't have a problem with wearing suits. Just the tie."

"You're a psychic."

"And tying a tie is beyond me. I'm not ashamed to admit it."

"What about a bow tie? Clip-on?"

"Why not add a fez and call it a cosplay while you're at it?"

"Oh for..."

Sasha shook her head at the stubborn clone. "Looking nice for a date isn't going to kill you."

"It's not a date," Mewtwo replied stiffly.

"It's just the two of you having a nice quiet meal together and depending on how things go, maybe a different kind of dessert at the end of it all," Sasha said innocently.

"You've been reading way too much fanfiction," Mewtwo snorted.

"You're the one who didn't clear their browser history," Sasha replied.

Mewtwo glared at her before sighing and looked at himself in the mirror.

"You don't have to wear the suit if you don't want to," Sasha said gently. "What matters most is that you're comfortable."

She ran a critical eye over his body and shrugged. "You were designed to be a fighting machine with the capacity to survive in any environment. Looks came second to that."

"Thank you, I've read my own file," Mewtwo replied dryly.

"Just making sure you know not to dwell on whether or not you're worthy of her attention. And if she does make advances, not to think too hard of what she's attracted to you for."

"My charming personality, I'm sure," Mewtwo snarked.

"Get going," Sasha chided him, making a shooing motion with her paws. "And if you bring her back here, try to keep it down, would you?"

Mewtwo telekinetically smacked the troublesome Eevee as he left the apartment. Sasha chuckled softly and gazed around the cozy four-room apartment before turning to the bookshelf and picking one at random to pass the time.

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(1.3)

The two unlikely roommates stared at one another.

One had an amused smirk on their face while the other wore one of embarrassment.

"What do I owe you to not breathe a word of this to anyone?"

Sasha arched an eyebrow mischievously. "I'm an eevee. I don't have much that I want or need."

As Mewtwo's shoulders slumped, she leaped up onto the bathroom sink and glanced at the mirror.

"Wouldn't it be easier to practice kissing a pillow or something? A mirror can't exactly mimic a mouth's movements."

Mewtwo turned on the tab, wet his hand and swiped the mirror clean, using Sasha's tail to dry off. "Because if I practiced on a pillow, you'd tease me even more about it. It was my fault for leaving the door open."

"I know she looks like you and has a similar origin to yours...so if you two actually get together, would that count as-?"

"Finish that thought and you can spend the rest of the week as a Magikarp."

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(1.4)

"Why don't you ever bring your dates home?" Sasha asked Mewtwo as the two binged through a marathon of fantasy films.

"Because trying to woo a member of the fairer sex isn't easy when there's someone providing running commentary," Mewtwo replied.

"I only did that once!"

"And once was enough to know that if I ever wanted intimacy, I'd have to do it far away from you."

"You think I'm going to forget the time you practiced kissing on me?"

"I'm more curious as to where you picked up that talent."

"I'm good at a great many things from my years spent wandering Kanto and Johto. Whereas you, my genetically engineered friend, are still woefully unprepared for the next step in your relationship with Rei."

Mewtwo fidgeted uncomfortably and averted his eyes. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

"Speaking of Rei, do you have a pet name for her yet?"

The clone hesitated before nodding. Sasha gazed at him expectantly before giggling.

"Oh come on, Mewbutt, it can't be that bad."

"It's silly," he muttered. Sasha snorted.

"Silly nicknames are quite common in relationships."

Mewtwo sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. "Dove. I usually call her Dove."

"That's adorable; didn't know you had it in you. Congratulations," Sasha replied warmly.

"Thank you, Sasha."

He was silent for a moment before he spoke up. "And what of you? Anyone who's managed to catch your attention?"

Sasha's mouth thinned and she shook her head. "After having my innards fried by a Flamethrower, I haven't really been interested in romance. I usually prefer a good book or a feline body pillow to lay on rather than anything intimate or romantic."

Mewtwo gazed at her silently before his hand touched her back. "You're stiff as a board," he chided, picking her up and transferring her to his lap as his fingers worked expertly over her spine.

Sasha's irritated growls swiftly because pleased purrs and incoherent mumbling as the psychic clone undid the knots in her muscles.

Mewtwo tsked over the state of her fur and began to brush her as well. "You need to take care of yourself," he murmured, carefully untangling her fur. "Some day, I'm sure you'll find someone who cares for you, even if you can't..."

Sasha's claws dug into his leg and Mewtwo gently rubbed her back.

"Very well, I'll not pester you about it."

"Thank you, Mewtwo."

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(1.5)

"You're brooding again."

Mewtwo jerked slightly at the sound of his roommate's voice. Without turning, he answered.

"I have a lot to brood on."

He felt the brush of fur against his leg before Sasha leaped up to balance precariously on the railing that circled the roof of the apartment building.

Mewtwo finally glanced at her and flinched under her disapproving stare.

"What?" he asked defensively. "Don't you ever think back on your life and wish you could've done things differently?"

"You know the answer to that," Sasha said coldly. Mewtwo winced and looked down at the busy city below.

He felt Sasha relax and her warm cheek rubbed against his arm that was braced against the railing as she sighed quietly.

"You've never been able to settle down in one place for long because of who and what you are. That much I can understand...after Red demolished Team Rocket in the Sevii Islands, I went to Johto and got tangled up in that mess. Then you managed to pry me off Mt. Silver and here we are, months later, not going anywhere. Why's that? Are you afraid of leaving me behind? Or taking me with you?"

"I wouldn't be able to guarantee your safety-"

Sasha's loud snort caught him off guard and he met her red-eyed glare with a blank one of his own.

"I've read the horror stories that surround other eevee. And since I'm an alternate color, it's even worse since breeders would use me for a chance of producing more. Being with you is the safest I've been in years."

Mewtwo was silent, tail twitching slowly before he stood back. "Fair enough," he said reluctantly. "I haven't heard any rumors about us around town so we don't have to leave yet. But if the opportunity ever comes up, is there any place you'd like to go?"

"Probably somewhere tropical. Alola or Hoenn," Sasha replied, tail flicking about as she balanced on the thin rail. "Although Hoenn tends to have radical weather shifts, what with being home to the weather trio and Castform."

Mewtwo made a face.

"And we won't be staying in some musty cave," Sasha added. "Probably a coastal town with an inn with a nice view of the setting sun so you can brood more."

"Alright, I get it," Mewtwo grumbled, swatting the eevee lightly with his telekinesis. His eyes went wide in horror as Sasha tipped over the railing with a startled yelp. Reacting swiftly, Mewtwo latched onto her aura and teleported her to him. Catching the eevee in his arms, he fretfully stroked her.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid, I completely forgot...are you alright?"

Sasha's heartbeat slowly resumed something resembling normalcy as she took a few deep breaths to calm herself.

"Well, once the initial shock wore off and shelving the thought of my rapidly-approaching death, it wasn't really scary. I can see why flying-types are so carefree."

Listening to Mewtwo's pounding heart, Sasha frowned. "Hey," she said, gently headbutting him to get his full attention.

"I almost lost you," Mewtwo murmured. "Stupid, impulsive...I thought I'd learned to control that."

"It was my fault for pushing you," she said gently. "I'm sorry."

Mewtwo sighed and stepped further back from the edge, cradling the Eevee against his chest, stroking over the soft bundle of fur.

Sasha's ears warmed and she hid her face against his chest. "Idiot," she mumbled, more to herself. Mewtwo glanced down at her before taking her back inside.

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(1.6)

Mewtwo paced back and forth, book in hand as Sasha watched him.

"What're you reading?" she asked, shifting on her pillow.

"A guide to caring for Pokémon," Mewtwo replied, turning the page. "I…got lucky when I first found you." He felt her inquisitive gaze and he sighed. "Nothing you need to worry about."

Sasha nodded, noticing his growing agitation and sank back into her cushion. She had seen something in the feline that intrigued her. He clearly wasn't comfortable surrounded by civilization. When she asked about the apartment, he replied it had been turned into a habitat for wild Pokémon. In return for his protection, the Pokémon living in the floors below provided electricity, water and heat.

As for basic necessities, Mewtwo bluntly told her he stole them. A little here, a little there, nothing that would be missed during a cursory scan. There hadn't been any reports of theft in the paper and Mewtwo had left it at that.

The eevee knew she wouldn't get anything out of the prickly feline until they had had time to get used to one another. He still paused whenever he walked in and saw her. Sometimes there was a flash of something in his eyes that unnerved her.

He had no problems taking care of her, bathing and brushing her without comment. He monitored her attempts to walk carefully and massaged her aches.

The first time he'd done that had startled her, since she'd been trying to get comfortable and kept experiencing flashes of discomfort. He explained he'd had rudimentary experience with living with Pokémon. His eyes had grown distant and his strokes had become tender as he lost himself in what were clearly pleasant memories.

Sasha didn't push him on the issue and he'd become somewhat less frosty after that.

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(1.7)

Sasha wasn't sure what to think of Mewtwo's girlfriend. Pokéfriend. Whatever the term was. The female Mewtwo – while not unbearable – was still an anomaly to the eevee. Sasha was rather bemused to feel the a stab of jealousy when Mewtwo mentioned he'd be staying with the female for a few days.

Sasha rubbed her head with her paws and focused on Mewtwo. The feline – once you managed to get past the cold indifferent exterior – was the kind of Pokémon who preferred to find a quiet place to relax and think rather than spend time with others. Probably as a result of his psychic nature. Yet around her, he was…she hesitated to call it affectionate, but he seemed to enjoy stroking her ears and fur when they spent time reading or watching movies.

She knew he cared for her as a friend. Well, that's what she hoped, anyway. Hopefully he didn't feel an obligation to look after her for keeping her alive. Sasha's stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought and she let out a frustrated growl.

Sasha paced the length of the room she'd claimed as her own a few times before flopping onto her bed, burrowing into the blankets.

Nothing about the clone made sense.

And that scared her.

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(1.8)

"So, what did you do before Mt. Silver?" Mewtwo asked Sasha one day.

The eevee shrugged. "Was born, wandered around, saw things, did things, did stupid things, ate, drank, made merry…that kind of thing."

Mewtwo stared at her. "That was…the vaguest description of someone's life I have ever heard."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "You asked, I answered."

The psychic pinched the eevee's ear and she nipped at him. Tapping her on the nose, Mewtwo asked, "Could you be a little more specific, please? What led to you exploring Mt. Silver?"

Sasha flexed her paws, examining them idly as she sorted through her memories. "Shortly after my birth, Team Rocket captured me and my family. Eventually wound up at one of their warehouses where we were taken care of and eventually shipped out to be gambling prizes or given away to trainers through one of the Rocket fronts, such as a business that handed out alternate starter pokémon to trainers."

"Interesting idea, that," Mewtwo mused. "Something other than fire, water or grass. Pikachu, eevee, maybe other low-maintenance style pokémon…they're a lot cleverer than I gave them credit for."

Sasha nodded. "After that whole mess was sorted out, I snuck aboard a ship and soon found myself in Johto. Would you like me to elaborate on that as well?" she asked.

"Maybe some other time," Mewtwo replied, stretching. "It's time for bed."

"My stories aren't that boring!"

"Never said they were."

-

(1.9)

With a thunderous crack, the power went out.

Mewtwo let out a hiss of pain as Sasha sank her claws into his leg. He glanced down at the fox curled in his lap. "Sasha?"

He could feel her fur standing on end, every muscle taut with tension and as his eyes swiftly adjusted to the darkness, he saw an expression he hadn't yet seen on her face.

Fear.

Mewtwo gently placed his hand on her back and she let out a shaky breath as shivers wracked her frame. Wordlessly, she buried her face against his chest and he felt her tears wet his fur. He continued to stroke over her, not saying anything as she slowly calmed down. Outside, the thunderstorm continued its assault.

After a while, she pulled away, pawing at her eyes. "Sorry about that," she mumbled. "I...that wasn't very cool of me, was it?"

"Sasha..."

"I mean, what kind of pokémon is scared of some noise and light, right?"

"Sasha."

She flinched at his serious tone and her ears drooped. She huffed and looked away from him. "It was raining the night I...was attacked by that Houndoom. Didn't really expect Archer's pokémon to carry a grudge like that."

"Archer?"

"Some Team Rocket mook whom Red and later Gold thrashed. I was there when Gold beat him."

"Ah. So you don't like thunderstorms or fire."

"Obviously," came the dry reply.

Mewtwo tilted his head as he stroked over her. "I'm surprised your sense of humor survived, to be honest."

Sasha scowled and shook her head. "I'm usually much more pessimistic. I blame the near-death experiences I keep running into for turning me into such a cynic."

"It suits you."

Sasha shot him a scathing look and Mewtwo stuck his tongue out at her.

-

(1.10)

Mewtwo and Sasha sat under a tree on the edge of a cliff by the seaside, enjoying the late fall afternoon.

Sasha pricked her ears from her position in Mewtwo's lap and bared her fangs.

Mewtwo got to his feet, Sasha nestled comfortably in his arms and turned to meet the newcomer. Both Pokémon stared in surprise at the man.

"Giovanni," Mewtwo greeted neutrally. The leader of Team Rocket stared at him for a moment before shaking his head.

"I'm not here for trouble. Came alone, in fact. Surely you know that."

Mewtwo eyed him warily as he reached out with his senses. There weren't any Dark or Psychic-type signatures nearby that usually meant Rocket operatives being hidden - poorly - and Mewtwo eventually agreed that Giovanni was in fact alone.

"I'm going to get to the point. Trying to capture either of you is a very expensive endeavor and you've actually made us lose profit from our legitimate businesses," Giovanni said. Mewtwo snorted in disbelief and Giovanni shrugged. "I don't care if you believe me or not. I'm a businessman and as such, I'm merely telling you we're going to pursue more...profitable ventures. Unless you've changed your mind about letting us study you and your friend?" he asked.

Mewtwo's silence was all the answer he needed and he nodded.

"Very well. I wish the both of you best of luck and hopefully I will never see either of you again."

With that, he turned and walked away.

Sasha was quiet for a moment before she chuckled. "Huh...that's the smartest thing I've ever seen him do. Does this mean we won't have to sleep with one eye open anymore?"

"He could always use a KillSat or something and wipe us out. If he can't have us, then he'll make sure no one can."

"...You must be real fun at parties."

"I've been known to tear up the dance floor from time to time."

"Literally, because you're awful at it and people mock you?"

"...No comment."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Chapter 2

(2.1)

Mewtwo and Sasha watched members of Team Rocket unload boxes of Pokéballs from a boat on the shore of Five Island.

"Gotta give Team Rocket credit," Sasha muttered, "even after being trounced more times than a ditto in a day care, they always come back..."

"Interesting analogy aside, are you sure this is wise?" Mewtwo asked. Sasha glanced at him pensively before turning her attention back to the bustle below.

"I'm sure," she replied. Mewtwo narrowed his eyes as he watched the Grunts walk into the large warehouse Sasha had been kept in years ago.

"And you're sure about going alone?"

"A foot-tall 'mon is much better suited for sneaking than a six-and-a-half-foot tall mutated cat."

"You practically glow in the dark."

Sasha rolled her eyes at him. "Whatever. You know Miracle Eye, right?"

Mewtwo frowned at the non sequitur and nodded warily. Sasha smiled.

"Good. Keep an eye on me, would you? Pull me out of there if things go wrong or I ask, alright?"

Every fiber of his being told him this was a bad idea, and that he should take them away from Team Rocket, but Mewtwo was surprised to find himself trusting the eevee and nodding.

He tracked Sasha's signature as she slipped into the warehouse. He had no idea what she was hoping to accomplish by doing so-

The warehouse exploded.

Mewtwo's jaw dropped and it took him a few panicked seconds to locate Sasha's signature again. Pulling it to him with a Teleport, he was dumbfounded to find himself staring at a slightly singed umbreon.

A white-furred umbreon with red eyes and blue rings on its face and limbs.

"Sasha...?"

The umbreon batted at its ears and frowned. "WHAT?"

Mewtwo let out a growl and with a twitch, yanked them through space and back into the apartment.

"Explain."

The umbreon shook its head and winced, coughing up some smoke. "Okay, ow. I did not expect Metronome to turn into Explosion and..."

The umbreon caught sight of Mewtwo's stony expression and its voice trailed off.

"Okay, first things first, yes, it's me, Sasha. Second, I was going to tell you about this eventually. Probably once we'd subdued Team Rocket. Guess now is as good a time as any?"

She smiled at him uncertainly and he sat down, arms crossed. Sasha flicked her ears and stared at herself.

"So yeah. Once I found myself freed from Team Rocket all those years ago, I was then savaged by a Houndoom who..."

Sasha went quiet again and stared at Mewtwo out of the corner of her eye. His eyes were carefully neutral and she flicked her tail, staring at it with a frown.

"Took a Flamethrower down my throat from that encounter and was left for dead. As I lay dying, there was this weird golden light and some voice said something or other. Was kinda busy dying and in every kind of pain imaginable and as such, really wasn't paying attention and next thing I know, the pain is gone and I'm right as rain."

Mewtwo's brow rose slightly. "...You make being saved sound so...inconvenient."

A scowl crossed the umbreon's face followed by a low growl. "It might have been better if I hadn't survived. After some more wandering, I found a blind Absol who called me a Arceus-blessed 'mon or something. Like I'd become some chosen one. And like something out of a bad story, he didn't say anything else when I asked him politely-"

Mewtwo snorted. Sasha glared at him.

"-what exactly he meant by that. So...yeah. I can turn into an umbreon."

"Again, you make it sound like an inconvenience."

"Kinda. I can't control how long. Sometimes it's minutes. Other times it's days."

Mewtwo tilted his head, resting his chin on his hands as he leaned forward. "How interesting. Someone chosen by Arceus and given such a unique ability? Yet you want nothing to do with it by the sound of things."

"Exactly. I didn't ask to become special. I was fine with living my life as a gambling prize, yet everything in the universe seems to have conspired to eliminate that possibility from my future a-"

Mewtwo telekinetically sealed Sasha's lips and she glowed for a moment before resuming her smaller form.

"Relax, Sasha," Mewtwo said softly. "No one is going to force you to do something you don't want to."

Sasha nodded and Mewtwo released his grip on her mouth. She shook herself, stretched and climbed into Mewtwo's lap, circling a few times before curling up into a ball and went to sleep.

Mewtwo stroked over her gently as he stared out the window, wondering where to go from here.

-

(2.2)

"Let's go fishing," Sasha had said. "It'll be fun," she had said.

Watching the scene in front of him, Mewtwo had to wonder if she was regretting her words.

The shiny eevee was chasing a particularly foul-mouthed magikarp through the shallows, slowly descending into insanity.

"Too slow," the karp snickered, dodging Sasha's paws with contemptuous ease, sneering at her. "What'sa matter, ya fricken' stupid?"

He bounced on her head and wiggled his fins. Sasha swore up a storm as he smacked her face with his tail.

"Order now, I'll throw in a second beating absolutely free."

Mewtwo bit his lip as Sasha flailed after her dinner, which continued to mock her as they chased each other back and forth along the waterfront.

Sasha finally managed to corner the 'karp and finished it off, panting heavily as she carried it over to Mewtwo.

"Any particular reason you didn't step in?" she asked, dropping the fish. Mewtwo shrugged.

"You seemed to be having so much fun I didn't want to spoil it."

Sasha shot a glare at the fish and shook her head. "They're a lot smarter than they look, I'll give them that much."

"Dang! She got Nathan!"

Sasha whirled to see a few magikarp poking their heads out of the water.

"There lies Nathan. He flopped fast and died a virgin. I'm pretty sure he was also scared of rainbows."

"Really? Are you sure that wasn't you?"

"Don't push your luck, or else you'll be sleeping with the...whatever the weird mutant cat-thing is over there."

-

(2.3)

"Mewtwo, you're a Legendary Pokémon, right?" Sasha asked one day as the two walked along a beach.

Well, Mewtwo walked while the eevee kept the sun off his head.

"I'm...not sure, actually. My interactions with other "legendary" pokémon are...non-existent," the clone replied.

"Oh...well, you're certainly strong enough to qualify, I think," Sasha said stubbornly. "You could easily part the water here, for example, and walk on dry land."

"I could, but that would probably upset...oh, Kyogre, Manaphy and Lugia, to name a few. Displacing such a large amount of water would also upset the migration routes of water pokémon and disrupt the air currents, so that's a grumpy Rayquaza to add to the list, not to mention the numerous flying type-"

"Alright, alright, I get it, forget I said anything," Sasha muttered grumpily.

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(2.4)

Sasha stared at the magikarp on the plate in front of her, then up at the pokémon that had prepared it.

"What?" Mewtwo asked.

"...Still not really used to seeing you in an apron," Sasha replied, turning her head back to the fish in front of her. It smelled heavenly but...

"I could've sworn magikarp were horrible dishes since they don't have a lot of meat on them," the eevee said, carefully poking the plump meat. "Where'd all this come from?"

Mewtwo's eyes gleamed. "The trick to preparing magikarp is a trade secret among the best chefs in the regions. No two recipes are alike, but there's always imposters who manage to ruin it for everyone else."

"And how did you come by this recipe?"

"I yoinked it from the mind of some great chef when I was wandering around. Had to survive somehow and since magikarp are a dime a dozen, being able to prepare them for edible consumption helped."

"Yoink? Seriously?" Sasha giggled. Mewtwo crossed his arms with a huff.

"Kids today, thinking they're all hot stuff because they use words no one else has ever thought of. Hah! Back in my day, we'd have eaten them alive!"

"You feeling alright?"

"Of course not. It takes days to prepare magikarp and I haven't slept at all. Now eat the damn fish so I can go to sleep."

Sasha flinched and dug into the meal. Her eyes went wide and her ears flicked in delight. "Sweet mother of Mew, this is amazing!"

She turned to Mewtwo and blinked in surprise. The cat had slid to the floor and had passed out.

"...Idiot," Sasha muttered, trotting to the living room to get him a blanket.

-

(2.5)

Mewtwo was curled up on the couch watching television with Sasha in his lap. The clone stroked over the eevee as the news rolled by.

"So, you said you're not a fan of humans," Sasha eventually spoke. "Why?"

Mewtwo's fingers tightened fractionally on Sasha's back before he answered.

"Because they keep overstepping their boundaries."

Sasha turned to stare at him, frowning slightly. "You're a master of being incredibly vague and avoiding questions."

Mewtwo snorted softly. "On the contrary, I simply try to apply the fewest words required to state a fact."

Sasha flicked her tail against his stomach and shook her head. "That isn't a satisfying answer."

Mewtwo scowled at her. "Greedy little eevee, always wanting to know everything." He ruffled her ears affectionately. "Humans are weak, selfish, only interested in power and wealth."

Sasha nodded slowly, remembering the Team Rocket Executives who had planned to resurrect Team Rocket and rolled on to her back so Mewtwo could rub her belly.

"And you changed your mind because...?"

"I was shown that not all humans were like the ones who made me. Took a few tries for the message to sink in though. I...did some things I regret and have tried my best to make up for them."

"What'd you do?"

Mewtwo went silent, hand circling slowly on Sasha's chest before stopping.

"It's...personal."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be. She has given me more than enough-" Mewtwo caught himself and stared down at Sasha's amused smirk. "Yes, it was a female. Go ahead and laugh."

"I wasn't going to say anything," Sasha tilted her head. "I can see why you're so leery about romance."

"I'm not leery-" Mewtwo started, only to rub a hand over his face. "You are such an irritating little furball," he growled.

"When was the last time you got laid?"

"None of your business."

Sasha went quiet and Mewtwo felt her body heave in a silent sigh.

"Sasha, I..."

"It's alright. I'm sorry for bringing up bad memories."

She slipped out of his grip and jumped to the floor.

"Good night, Mewtwo."

The clone watched her go and leaned back in the couch, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"...Dammit."

-

(2.6)

Rei wrapped her arms around Mewtwo's torso and nuzzled his neck. The female clone noted Mewtwo's tenseness and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mewtwo twined his tail with hers and leaned into her embrace. "Besides the usual?"

Rei shook her head reproachfully. "So you still haven't told her?"

"How am I supposed to tell someone blessed by Arceus that I..." Mewtwo faltered on the next word and fell silent.

"The same way you told me?" Rei murmured, causing Mewtwo's ears to warm.

"That's not exactly...feasible," Mewtwo replied carefully. Rei snorted.

"You could just kiss her."

Mewtwo made a weird noise and Rei's brows rose.

"...You've already kissed her? Why?"

"It was...erm...practice. For kissing you."

Mewtwo scowled as Rei fell off the bed laughing.

"So how was she? At kissing, I mean," Rei asked, getting her mirth under control.

Mewtwo let his mind wander back to the day he'd awkwardly practiced kissing with the shiny eevee.

"...Soft," he murmured, remembering the feel of his roommate's lips against his own. His hand reached up to touch his mouth and he shook his head. "But that doesn't mean anything, I have you."

Rei stood up, hand on her hip as she looked down at him. "But you don't have me. I'm not mad. Well, kinda. You really need to talk to her about this. Please? You'll feel a lot better once you have it off your chest."

Mewtwo nodded reluctantly. Rei leaned down, cupped his face in her hands and kissed his nose as she pushed him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him.

"And with that out of the way, I can now teach you how to properly treat a lady."

"Yes, ma'am."

-

(2.7)

Sasha tossed and turned in her bed, unable to fall asleep. After a few minutes, she let out a frustrated growl and got up, shaking herself from ears to tail.

Stepping out of her room, she looked around the darkened apartment, turning her ears this way and that. Hearing nothing, she wondered if Mewtwo was at Rei's for the evening. The thought somewhat irritated her, since she usually enjoyed airing her grievances with the clone, whether it was about trainers, pokémon or life in general.

Making her way to the door, she let herself out and ventured to the abandoned floors below where Mewtwo had made his home after a series of incidents he'd vaguely touched on when she'd asked.

Humans seemed content with giving old abandoned buildings to wild pokémon to nest in and prohibiting trainers from catching them. Sasha had been pleasantly surprised to learn the pokémon provided heat, water and electricity not only to Mewtwo's home but to some of the surrounding homes as well.

The eevee had been down here before and discovered all kinds of urban 'mon, from rattata, to pidgeys, ekans and, to her surprise, a pair of absol who seemed particularly interested in her.

Making her way to where they kept their den, she wasn't surprised to see they were awake. The male was the usual dark-skinned, white-furred absol while his mate's skin was reddish-orange. Both nodded politely to her.

"Good evening, Sasha. Couldn't sleep?" the male asked. Sasha shook her head ruefully.

"No, Aiedail. Too many things on my mind and my usual stress reliever is...occupied," Sasha said, sitting down and flexing her paws one at a time.

Aiedail tilted his head as the female rested her head on his back. "So you've come to clear your mind?"

Sasha wrinkled her nose. "Maybe?"

"Why don't you tell us what's bothering you the most?" Aiedail's wife asked.

"Well, Song, it's...complicated? The top thing on my mind is probably...love," Sasha grumbled.

The two absol shared an amused look before Song spoke. "You've fallen in love with him, then?"

Sasha's ears warmed and she nodded slowly. Song nudged her husband with a smirk. "I was right," she snickered while Aiedail rolled his eyes.

Sasha glared half-heartedly at them. "Seriously? Anyone else in on this?"

Aiedail failed miserably at keeping a straight face and Song grinned.

"For..." Sasha snorted in disbelief. "Unbelievable. My entire life is a game to you?"

"You know that's not true," Aiedail replied sharply. Song reached a paw out soothingly.

"It's just...you're rather easy to read, Sasha. I wouldn't be surprised if Mewtwo knows as well."

What little color in the eevee's face drained and she hid her head in her scruff.

"Seriously though, Sasha," Song said, "Just taking time to sit down and talk about it with him...that's probably the best thing you can do at this point. Holding it in just makes it worse."

Aiedail nodded, nuzzling the red absol fondly. "That's what I did with you," he murmured. Song pushed him away teasingly, sticking her tongue out at him.

"And then you showed me just how much you loved me," she chuckled.

"Er...I think I'll just be going then," Sasha muttered awkwardly as the two disaster pokémon made goo-goo eyes at each other. Chuckling softly, the eevee made herself scarce and went back upstairs.

-

(2.8)

"Lord Arceus?"

The Original One opened an eye to gaze at one of the first pokémon it had created.

"What is it, Citlali?"

The small, pink, cat-like pokémon twisted its paws together before it spoke.

"I've been following the shiny eevee you saved and blessed and...with all due respect, I think you made a mistake."

"You're talking about her bitterness towards being saved, correct?"

The mew nodded and Arceus shook its head.

"Just because I gave her my blessing does not mean I have designs for her. That's reserved for my Chosen, such as Ash, Yellow, Wes and N."

"Yes...ah...about Ash..." Citlali said nervously. "He's...um...missing. Again."

Arceus sighed heavily and made a note to have Celebi check the Ketchum boy's time stream and give him a nudge in the right direction.

-

(2.9)

Sasha stared at the pink fabric Mewtwo was holding curiously.

"What's that then? Something for Rei?"

Mewtwo shook his head with a small smile.

"No…this is something for…you."

Sasha blinked as Mewtwo knelt in front of her and tied it around her neck.

The soft fabric rested comfortably against her fur and she touched it with a paw.

"Thank you," she said, ears heating up.

The clone gathered her up in his arms and stroked over her.

"Just something to let others know you're not a wild pokémon," the clone explained. "Rei gave me the idea and I made it myself."

Sasha raised her eyebrows and she giggled. "He can cook, he can clean, he can knit and sew. A 'mon of many talents."

"You're welcome."

-

(2.10)

The lights were on and Mewtwo was pacing back and forth, arms folded behind his back. He turned as the door closed and he nodded absently.

"Welcome back"

"You too," Sasha replied, jumping up onto the couch. "Hey Mewtwo, can we talk?"

The clone stared at her and she blushed. Taking a breath, she started speaking.

"Over these past weeks, I've thought about things, such as maybe you only keeping me around because you felt obligated to after saving me and…I have come to realize that's not the case. Meanwhile, I've…" she closed her eyes and the next words fell from her lips like weights.

"I think I might have fallen in love with you."

Mewtwo crossed his arms, tail waving idly as she fidgeted under his gaze.

"I've noticed," he said simply. "And…while I originally thought it might've been a schoolyard crush, it seems I was wrong."

He touched her cheek, cupping it in his grip and tilted her head up. "Sasha…while I'm flattered you're attracted to me, you do realize it'd be impossible for us to…well, you know…mate, right?"

Sasha pressed her head into his palm and growled. "That's not what I want, anyway," she said. "I just…like being by you. With you."

Mewtwo gently kissed her forehead. "Nothing wrong with that, little one."

Sasha flicked her tail in surprise. Mewtwo pulled her close, cradling her against his chest.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Chapter 3 - Gym Challenge Part One

"Hey, Mewtwo?"

The cat glanced up from his needlework and raised an eyebrow at the eevee who was staring at a League match on the computer screen.

"I want to do the Kanto Gym Challenge."

Mewtwo's needles stilled and he looked thoughtful before nodding.

"We can do that."

Sasha blinked in surprise. "Wait, seriously?"

Mewtwo grinned. "Of course. You're hardly the first pokémon who wanted to take the challenge and you're definitely not the first to be doing it themselves."

Sasha tilted her head. "I was expecting more resistance from you. Ya know, Mr. Seclusion and all that?"

Mewtwo waved a hand. "I've gotten used to it."

Sasha rolled her eyes and glanced back at the screen. "So…um…how do we register?"

With a wave of his hand, Mewtwo sent the keys on the computer typing away, navigating to the League homepage and filled out the forms.

Sasha checked them all carefully and nodded before Mewtwo sent it off.

Not five minutes later, they received the notice that the League tournament was being held in several months' time. Trainers who missed the deadline wouldn't have to earn their badges again, but they'd have to wait until the next tournament to participate.

"Well then, shall we start? I have the perfect gym to begin at," Mewtwo replied, tucking his work away.

Sasha's head whirled from the sheer speed that everything had progressed at and she leaped into his arms as they teleported.

They reappeared in front of a set of sliding doors. Sasha glanced up at the building and read the sign.

"Pewter City?"

"It's one of the easier gyms of the region. The leader is a good friend of a friend of mine and he uses the Rock type," Mewtwo said, heading inside.

Sasha wrinkled her nose. "Ah, I can see why it'd be an easier gym. Good place to learn the basics of battling, since it takes a lot to take down a rock type, so you can get some practice in."

The receptionist didn't even bat an eye at the sight of a legendary-level pokémon strolling through the doors and simply asked if they were there for a challenge.

A few minutes later and they were waved through.
-
Brock stood on one side of the gym arena.

Mewtwo and Sasha stood on the other.

"Last chance to back out," Mewtwo told Sasha, who shook her head, stepping forward.

"Hold on," Mewtwo said, causing Sasha to pause and look at him curiously. "Would you like me to hold your scarf?"

Sasha nodded and the psychic untied the fabric. Sasha stretched and took a breath before stepping onto the rocky field.

Brock fingered a pokéball, waiting for them patiently. He'd seen many trainers hesitate to even start the gym challenge and most gave up partway through. He smiled as the shiny eevee took her place on the battlefield.

"Alright, since I'm your first real gym leader, I'm going to take it easy on you."

Sasha bristled and she blinked as she felt Mewtwo's voice resonate in her mind.

"Relax, this challenge isn't going to be like the ones you've seen. Remember, it's just you out here. No one else is going to win the badge for you." She felt his mental presence shift uncomfortably before he added, "You could always ask for a harder challenge, but...let's just take things one step at a time, alright?"

"Geodude, let's have a gneiss battle!" Brock called, throwing the red and white sphere into the air, which burst open, revealing the armed sphere.

"...I'm not even going to tell you how bad that was," the geodude sighed. Taking notice of Sasha, it raised its rocky brows. "Who's the idiot who brought a normal type to a rock gym?"

Mewtwo coughed. Geodude did a double-take.

"Oh, hunh. So it's like that Raikou from way back when?"

"Correct. We're battling someone who basically has no badges, so...try not to pull an Ash, alright?" Brock said with a chuckle.

"That was...hm, a decade or more at this point, right?" the geodude mused, digging up a rock and hurling it at a thoroughly confused eevee.

"I feel so out of the loop," she complained, dodging the stone by leaping over it and fired off a series of star-shaped projectiles from her tail, which pinged uselessly off the rock type, who hurled mud at her, knocking her out of the air.

Sasha got to her paws, shaking her head and wincing as she blinked rapidly, letting her eyes water and clear out the obstruction.

Geodude used the distraction to hurl smaller rocks at her, causing her to slip and fall.

"Any pointers would be helpful, you know," she grumbled at Mewtwo, who was watching the lopsided battle in amusement.

"You could always go umbree and use Metronome," he said. Sasha frowned.

"I'd rather not have to rely on that to win my battles," Sasha replied, doing a rapid spin to clear the rocks away from her. Shaking herself, her body glowed pink as she ran at the geodude. "So, let's try...this!"

The rock/ground type crossed its arms as she rammed into it. The impact released the pink aura from her body, knocking the geodude back. Geodude recovered swiftly and shook its head, squinting.

"Secret Power, with the added bonus of reducing accuracy based on the rocky terrain. Not bad," Brock said approvingly. "Magnitude!"

Sasha's eyes went wide as the geodude slammed its hands on the ground, which erupted beneath her paws. Leaping over the cracks, Sasha landed on a large piece of the floor and fired off another Swift, which again pinged off the geodude's exterior.

"What I wouldn't give for elemental Swifts or something," Sasha growled.

"If it helps, they tickle a little bit," the geodude offered. Sasha blinked in surprise before she giggled.

"Alright, so you're a rock and ground type, so your physical defense is ridiculous. So that leaves moves that aren't physical...like..."

Sasha opened her mouth as a purple and black orb grew into existence in front of her face. It then grew to the size of her head and she fired it at the geodude who went flying backwards to slam into the wall.

Brock let out a low whistle. "That's quite a punch for someone so small...although, to be fair, I've raised a Happiny that could lift boulders, so..."

Shaking his head, he recalled his pokémon. "Usually, I'd send out my onix right about now, but since this is your first gym battle and your challenge isn't exactly normal..."

Mewtwo walked across the field, scooping Sasha up along the way as they approached Brock, who held out his hand.

"The Boulder Badge."

Mewtwo took the metal rock-shaped emblem and let Sasha examine it before he pinned it to her scarf and tied it around her neck.

"I'll call Misty and let her know to clear up her schedule. Any idea when you'll be heading to Cerulean?" Brock asked.

Mewtwo and Sasha exchanged a look.

"Three days?" Sasha suggested. Mewtwo nodded and Brock waved as they left the gym.
-
Sasha sat on the edge of the Cerulean Gym pool, staring warily at the small platforms scattered across the surface of the enclosed body of water.

"So not only am I battling a water type, they also have the home field advantage. Great," she muttered.

"Not all gym battles will be in your favor. Although yes, I do agree this is a little...excessive," Mewtwo replied, watching as a redheaded woman wearing a simple white jacket over a white and blue swimsuit walked out of a door on the opposite side of the pool. "Either way, your second battle is about to begin."

"Heya, Mewtwo," the girl called. "And the other one must be Sasha then. Welcome to Cerulean Gym. My name is Misty and your opponent will be..."

The water rippled and a giant form shot out of the water with a roar.

Sasha backpedaled furiously, eyes wide in horror. "A...a...that's a gyarados! Is she insane?! That's not even remotely fair!"

Misty chuckled. "No, don't worry, I don't use her for newbies. Vaporeon, stop scaring the poor thing and come on out!"

The gyarados dissolved into a shower of droplets to reveal the fish-themed eeveelution who grinned at Sasha. Mewtwo blinked in interest.

"Using water's light-bending properties to create illusions? Interesting."

Sasha willed her beating heart to still as she recovered. "That's a little better. Still not really a fan of the battlefield, but I guess I'll make do."

She leaped onto one of the platforms and wasn't surprised to find the surface slick.

"Any time you're ready," Misty said.

Sasha watched the vaporeon swim around her platform and frowned. She'd have to aim her attacks a little differently due to refraction. She fired off a Swift that surrounded the water type who didn't seem perturbed by the proximity of the star-shaped projectiles.

Sasha's frown deepened as the vaporeon shot her a cheeky grin and melted out of view, avoiding the attack.

"This is going to be much trickier," Sasha sighed. Her body glowed a bright golden yellow as her eyes blazed orange. A beam of energy shot up and hit the windows spaced throughout the ceiling.

Almost immediately, the temperature in the room rose dramatically.

"Sunny Day?" Misty grimaced. "Vaporeon, cool her off with Aurora Beam!"

Sasha looked at the water warily. The downside of the platforms was that her natural agility was hampered. She could jump from one to another, sure, but she'd be an open target in midair and while over the water.

"Boo," came a voice from behind her, shortly followed by a blast of cold.

Sasha was glad the vaporeon couldn't see her grin and her body briefly glowed white before dozens of eevee suddenly leaped from the platform, scattering in all directions.

Thanks to Sunny Day, the Aurora Beam wasn't nearly as powerful as it could've been. Sasha shook herself, thankful for the brief cooldown. She then watched the vaporeon's movements carefully as it swam around.

"Alright, vaporeon, let's get rid of this heat and those distractions. Hail!" Misty called.

A pair of glowing eyes flashed before dark clouds obscured the windows and the temperature plummeted. Sasha flicked her ears as hail bounced off her body.

"And here comes..." she muttered.

"Blizzard!"

Sasha braced herself as the blast of cold air slammed into her. Unfortunately, the slick surface of the platform iced over almost instantly and she fell into the water.

Mewtwo's eyed widened fractionally and he kept a careful tab on Sasha's aura signature, ready to teleport her if the need arose. At the same time, he idly took notice of a few people who had trickled in. Whether to watch the battle or challenge the gym next, he wasn't sure and he paid them no mind.

Sasha opened her eyes and blinked a few times. Thanks to the hail clouds, the water was much darker than usual. She hated to admit it, but she was out of her depth here and she only saw one possible course of action.

Tapping into the power sleeping in her, her body began to glow.

Mewtwo was starting to worry. Sasha had been under far too long, yet her heartbeat had remained calm. "Sasha?"

The surface of the pool started to bubble furiously and Misty's eyes went wide as two forms shot out of the water.

Her vaporeon landed hard on a platform, out cold while a white-furred, blue ringed umbreon landed gracefully on another and shook itself.

"What?" Misty asked blankly. Mewtwo wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself.

"Sasha?" he asked. "What happened?"

The umbreon shook her head. "Metronome. Not entirely sure what move that was. Only that it got very hot very quickly. I do feel rather tired though."

Misty recalled her vaporeon and walked over to Mewtwo and Sasha. Shaking her head, she chuckled ruefully.

"All these years later and I still manage to get surprised by new battle tactics. Well, either way, here's the Cascade Badge," she said, holding out the tear-shaped emblem, which Mewtwo took and pinned beside the Boulder Badge on Sasha's scarf before tying it around her neck again.

"Thank you for the battle," Sasha said, dipping her head. "Sorry about vaporeon. Hope I didn't hurt her too badly."

"She's been through worse," Misty said. "I'll let her know you were asking about her."

Sasha raised her eyebrows and Misty grinned at her.

Mewtwo's attention was focused on the people who had watched the battle. They were now absorbed in their various handhelds, no doubt talking about the battle.

"Here we go," he murmured. Sasha flicked her ears and looked at him questioningly. He nodded towards the bleachers and Sasha nodded, her mouth a thin line.

"Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later," she said with a resigned shrug. "No sense in worrying about it. Now then, shall we depart?"
-
Sasha stared at Lt. Surge's raichu curiously.

"What? You never seen an Alolan raichu before?" the mouse asked. Sasha shook her head and the electric-type grinned.

"Well then, you're in for a treat."

"Alright raichu, let's start things off with Electric Terrain!" Lt. Surge called.

Electricity poured from the raichu's cheeks, coating the entire field in a yellow glow. Sasha's paws tingled and her fur prickled uncomfortably.

"Mega kick, and mega punch," Lt. Surge commanded.

The raichu blurred from Sasha's vision and she was then launched into the air by a vicious kick to her chest. Her world went black as her back exploded with pain and she was out cold before she slammed into the ground.

Mewtwo winced in sympathy as the field went back to normal. Walking forward, he knelt by the eevee and gently touched her body. Nothing was broken, but she'd have some nasty bruises.

"Oh dear, did I overdo it?" the raichu asked, peering close. Mewtwo sighed and shook his head.

"No, it's not your fault. She wasn't ready for this."

Lt. Surge handed Mewtwo a revive and Mewtwo waved it under Sasha's nose and she woke up coughing. She met Mewtwo's eyes and her ears twitched.

"You should see the other guy," she murmured dazedly. Raichu snorted softly and Sasha blinked, eyes focusing. Mewtwo picked her up and she let out a hiss of pain.

"We'll see you around," Mewtwo said politely before teleporting to the pokémon center.

Handing Sasha over to the care of the nurses, Mewtwo then teleported to their apartment and picked up his knitting before teleporting back and took a seat.

A few days later saw Sasha recovering nicely, safely ensconced back in the Saffron apartment.

"I've been doing some thinking and have come to an interesting conclusion," Mewtwo said. Sasha flicked her ears and stretched her limbs carefully, pleased that it no longer actively pained her to do so.

"And what would that be?" Sasha asked warily.

"Your pseudo-evolution is the result of your body manipulating evolution energy for a temporary boost in power. So in theory, items that regulate such energy should allow you some more control over it, such as eviolite or an everstone."

"Okay..." Sasha said slowly. "Interesting theory, but seems hard to test. Where would we get those kinds of items?"

One quick teleport later had the duo standing in the foyer of...

"Celadon Department Store," Mewtwo replied. "Items imported from all over the world. Odds are we'll find what we need here."

"And how would we pay for it?" Sasha asked.

Mewtwo rolled his eyes. "You'd be surprised at how lucrative saving the world is."

"So your state of poverty is a farce." Sasha snorted.

Mewtwo shrugged. "I don't really have to follow human laws as long as I'm not actively breaking them."

"You scare me sometimes."

"Thank you. Now then, let's see if we can't get you some bling."

Four floors and two hundred thousand grand later, Sasha was the proud owner of a new collar and an eviolite.

"Give it a try," Mewtwo said, stepping back. Sasha was surrounded by a brief flash of light and shook herself.

"It's definitely faster," she said, pleased, tail wagging happily. She stretched a few times and purred. "And I'm fully healed. Time for round two against Lt. Surge?"

"If you think you're ready," Mewtwo replied.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence."

"You're most welcome."

Sasha scowled and took a swipe at him. To her surprise, dark shadowy claws scythed through the air. Mewtwo blocked them with a telekinetic barrier and frowned.

"What were you thinking about when you did that?" Mewtwo asked curiously.

"I was thinking Shadow Claw," Sasha replied. "Why?"

"And your ability to use Metronome came into play and allowed you to pull it off."

"No more random chance? No more setting myself on fire? No more explosions?" Sasha asked with glee.

"You will be the envy of RNG manipulators everywhere."

"What?"

"Nothing you need to worry about."
-
"Alright Raichu, let's show 'em how it's done!" Lt. Surge called, tossing his pokéball into the air.

Sasha took her place on the oddly smooth field, stretching her limbs as she gazed around, taking note of the small group of spectators sitting to each side of the field. Putting them out of her mind, she returned her gaze to her opponent.

"Begin!" the ref called.

"Electric Terrain!" Surge called. Electricity flowed from the mouse's cheeks like a waterfall, coating the entire field in a yellow glow. Sasha's paws tingled as she watched her opponent carefully.

"Well, no sense in waiting around," she muttered, lunging towards the raichu. She swung her body around, stars shooting out of her tail. The raichu hopped onto its tail, tilting the flat side to block the projectiles.

"One of these days that's going to work," Sasha sighed, landing on her paws.

"Tail Slap!" Surge barked.

The raichu angled its body towards Sasha. In the blink of an eye, it had closed the distance between then and Sasha leapt backwards, avoiding the first strike. Raichu tugged on its cord-like tail before sending it scything back towards the eevee, striking the smaller 'mon. Sasha yelped as the tail discharged electricity.

Sasha grabbed the tail as a purple and black orb of energy swiftly formed in front of Sasha and she fired off the shadow ball at the startled raichu, sending it sprawling.

"Double-edged sword, that tail of yours is," Sasha noted, shaking herself free of excess electricity. The raichu hovered on its tail, watching her warily.

"Thunder!" Surge commanded. Sasha tried to use Dig, but she couldn't get past the electricity covering the ground.

"Son of a-" Sasha hissed, glancing up before she leaped backwards to avoid the massive thunderbolt. She watched as it disrupted the electric field and took a chunk of out the ground. She took note of the ruined ground and grinned.

Looking around, she caught sight of her opponent standing on the field.

"Apparently Thunder takes a lot of energy," Mewtwo mused. "That, and it has to keep Electric Terrain active. That's quite impressive, if you think about it."

"Great, now's my chance," Sasha purred. With a flash of light, the eevee transformed. She slammed her paws on the electric-coated field and there was an ominous rumble.

Shards of rock suddenly tore through the weak electricity and slammed into the raichu.

Closing the gap between them, Sasha leaped into the air and fired off a swift, hammering the mouse with projectiles.

When the smoke cleared, Sasha was pleased to see the raichu was out cold.

"Hunh…didn't think what everyone said was true," Surge remarked, striding over to Mewtwo. Sasha joined them and Mewtwo tied her scarf around her neck, covering her collar and eviolite.

"Thanks for the battle. Uh…sorry about the field," Sasha said sheepishly, glancing at the wrecked field. Surge waved a hand dismissively.

"Don't worry about it. You're not the first to use ground type moves against me. Nor will you be the last," Surge said with a sigh. "Congratulations."

Sasha jumped into Mewtwo's arms and the two teleported away.
-
"Not gonna lie, I'm actually impressed you managed to get yourself banned from the Celadon Gym," Mewtwo said to his sulking companion.

"How was I supposed to know a fire move would ignite all the pollen in the air?" Sasha grumbled. "Not my fault they hadn't aired it out in a few months. How am I gonna get my required gym badges now?"

"Relax, Sasha. There's more than eight gyms in Kanto and technically speaking, you don't really need eight badges to enter the League."

Sasha tilted her head. "What?"

"You could challenge some of the lesser-known gyms throughout the countryside. I think there's at least Bug and Dark type gyms to challenge. Or if you're truly desperate, you could take one of the grueling League tests for entry, which is a test that goes on for several hours with hundreds of questions. I think it's more to test your endurance and patience than an actual test of your battling prowess. I've know some of those trainers who take it to be scary powerful."

Sasha shook her head. "I'll stick with gyms, if you don't mind. I've not been around long enough to answer most of the questions they'd throw at me."

Mewtwo chuckled and rubbed her ears. "Fair enough. I'll do some research and pull up some alternatives, alright?"

"Thank you."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Chapter 4 - Gym Challenge Part 2

Sasha and Mewtwo entered the gym in a town neither of them could pronounce the name to and stared.

"Hello, Sasha," Arceus said cheerfully. A sullen Celebi peered over Arceus' shoulder and huffed.

"Don't mind Celebi. She's grumpy she didn't win our bet."

"There's eighteen gyms in Kanto and you found Sasha on your fifth whereas she didn't show up at the six I chose," Celebi grumbled.

"...A few months ago, I was irritated at other pokémon turning my life into a game. Now I'm not even that bothered by it," Sasha remarked. "Hello, Lord Arceus. How have you been?"

Arceus chuckled and got to its feet. "I have been well, thank you. You're here to challenge the gym, correct?"

Sasha nodded. Mewtwo gazed around at the decor and wrinkled his nose.

"I see Blaine's been redecorating. I don't like it."

"Bah!"

Startled, Mewtwo turned to see an older man standing behind him, leaning on a cane.

"You young'uns and your attitude! Nothing is ever good enough for you. Well, you may be a legendary on par with the creation trio and able to go toe-to-toe with Arceus itself, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna tolerate your sass or go easy on you!"

He walked past Mewtwo and offered a nod to Arceus.

"M'lord," he said politely. Reaching a set of doors, he unlocked them.

"Whenever you're ready, come on inside."

The doors closed behind him and silence reigned.

"Well, that was certainly something to see. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go pick out berries to give away," Celebi said.

"I like the spicy ones," Arceus said, getting to its feet.

"You'll take what I give you."

As the time traveling onion fairy left, Sasha shook her head.

"Well, hopefully Blaine won't sic a Magmorter on me. Actually, might be a good idea to tell him that I'm the one who's doing the challenge, don't you think?"

Mewtwo nodded. "Of course. Wouldn't want you to jump in over your head."

Bidding Arceus farewell, the duo followed Blaine.

"Not what I was expecting, to be honest," Sasha remarked as she and Mewtwo got a look at the gym.

"Agreed," Mewtwo said.

A simple field greeted them, like those found outside pokemon centers.

"Hmph," Blaine said, taking his place on the other side of the field. "Figures you wouldn't appreciate it. If it's not flashy, it's worthless, right?"

"Not...exactly," Mewtwo replied as Sasha took her place on the field. "I was expecting...more fire. A pit of lava, maybe."

Blaine laughed as he sent out his pokemon, a flareon, who shook out its fur and grinned at Sasha.

"All that does is drastically increase gym maintenance costs and I have to fill out reams of paperwork in the event of...accidents. No thanks. I'll stick with the simple approach," Blaine said, leaning on his cane.

The flareon opened the match with a flamethrower that Sasha met with a barrage of Swift stars.

"Never figured out why pokemon didn't just keep stream-based attacks going to push through single-hit or projectile attacks," Sasha said as she dodged a headbutt from the other pokemon before retaliating with a bite of her own.

The two eeveelutions rolled around for a bit, scratching and growling at one another before the flareon's body glowed red. Sasha's eyes went wide as the flareon's grip tightened on her and she grimaced as the flareon then unleashed an Overheat, sending the smaller pokemon flying.

Landing and rolling to smother the flames, Sasha got to her paws, fur smoking. "Well, that was enjoyable. My turn."

Tapping into her power, she then unleashed a row of blue-glowing rocks that slammed into the recovering flareon, who flipped over in midair, head back, mouth open as a ball of fire formed above its head.

Sasha grinned as her rings turned from blue to purple. Flareon yelped as its own fireball then dropped down on top of it, sending the eeveelution crashing into the ground.

"Gravity just doesn't seem to be your friend," Sasha said as she trotted over to the unconscious pokemon. She checked it carefully before stepping back and looked at Blaine, who threw up his hands.

"Fine, you win," he grumbled, tossing the badge to Mewtwo, who had teleported to Sasha's side. "Thanks for coming."

Mewtwo nodded at him before pinning the badge to Sasha's scarf and tied it back around her neck. Scopping her up in his arms, the duo then teleported away.
-
"You're staring."

Sasha blinked and shook her head before glancing at Mewtwo with a pout.

"Am not," she replied.

Mewtwo rolled his eyes. "Your eyes haven't left that espeon since we got here."

Sasha looked away before her eyes slid back to the espeon curled around Sabrina's neck, not unlike her own position around Mewtwo's.

The eeveelution turned his head and Sasha met his green-eyed stare and felt her ears warm up.

"You do realize you're probably gonna have to fight him, right?" Mewtwo pointed out wryly.

Sasha flicked her ears and tore her gaze away. "It won't be a problem," she replied before glancing at Mewtwo shrewdly. "Meanwhile, I could've sworn you were avoiding Sabrina. Yet here you are following her without a care in the world."

"I wasn't avoiding her. There simply wasn't a time where our schedules coincided," Mewtwo said stiffly.

"...Boy, she's got you whipped good."

"Only if I ask nicely."
-
Sasha pawed at the floor of the gym arena and frowned.

"What happens if you get an opponent who uses earth or rock moves?" she asked, shivering at the cold feel of tile.

The green-eyed Espeon shrugged. "Usually they're defeated before they can tear it up and use it as a weapon. I trust you won't go down so easily?"

"We'll see," Sasha replied lightly.

"I'm not gonna go easy on you just because you're cute," Espeon warned.

Sasha blinked and the Espeon slammed into her, sending her skidding and stumbling backwards.

"Focus, Sasha. I thought you had your head out of the clouds," Mewtwo chided her.

"Oh, put a sock in it," Sasha growled, scrambling to her paws. She dodged Espeon's next quick attack and fired off a salvo of stars at the eeveelution, who deflected them with a light screen.

Espeon's body glowed and Sasha suddenly found herself facing a wall of stars.

"I hate mirror coat," Sasha said, then ducked as the stars whirled around her. Firing off another salvo, she created a smokescreen.

Espeon peered through the cloud warily. Stepping forward, he found himself standing over a limp bundle of fur. Rolling it over, he found himself facing a substitute doll that then emitted a blinding flash of light, followed by an explosion.

"Interesting use of your powers," Mewtwo mused.

From her new vantage point, Sasha grinned before launching herself downwards.

Espeon looked up just in time to meet an iron tail to the face and he collapsed in a heap.

"I got the idea from Vaporeon," Sasha admitted, shifting from her umbreon form.

"Using a substitute in lieu of water," Mewtwo nodded in approval. "Nicely done."

Sabrina knelt beside her espeon who gave her a rueful grin and gave him a full restore. "Hm…judging by your performance, I suspect Sasha wasn't the only one holding back," the psychic leader teased.

"You call blowing up your opponent holding back?" Espeon asked, rubbing his head. Sabrina glanced at Mewtwo, who wore an innocent look and chuckled.

"In all honesty, yes," she said. Standing up and brushing herself off, she strode toward Mewtwo. "It was nice to see you again. Visit more often, eh?"

"I will try to do so," Mewtwo replied, taking the badge from her. He pinned it to Sasha's scarf and tied it back around the eevee's neck. Sasha settled on his shoulder and Mewtwo inclined his head to Sabrina. "Take care of yourself."

Sabrina watched the duo leave before she turned and walked back into her gym arena. Pausing by one doorway, she spoke.

"Did you enjoy the match?"

Giovanni stepped from the shadows and clasped his hands behind his back.

"It was short and sweet. Most of that eevee's matches follow that trend."

"Are you satisfied?"

Giovanni narrowed his eyes. "I was completely honest when I said I want nothing more to do with those two. At this point, it's simply keeping an eye on them and keeping my people out of their way."

Sabrina crossed her arms and stared at him. "If that's all, I'd like you out of my gym. Conduct whatever business you're here for and leave my city."

"If that is what you wish. I bid you a good day."
-
Sasha peeled herself off the wall she'd been slammed into with a woozy groan before falling to the ground, staggering forward a few steps and collapsed in a heap.

"The challenger is unable to battle. The match goes to Koichi!"

Mewtwo knelt by Sasha and gave her a once-over before gingerly picking her up and teleported to the Saffron pokémon center. Turning her over to the care of the nurses, Mewtwo followed them as they wheeled her inside.

"Well, that was certainly a painful reminder of the power of the fighting type," Sasha said a few hours later, tucked comfortably into a bed.

"You had just fought four other fighting-type trainers without a break before taking on two simultaneously," Mewtwo replied. "An impressive feat in its own right, especially with a type disadvantage."

"You make it sound like I won," Sasha said bitterly. Glancing at Mewtwo, she saw him toying with something in his hand and she narrowed her eyes.

"Well..." Mewtwo said, lifting up a badge to admire it. "Technically, you had already won the badge after going through the gauntlet."

Sasha stared at him before shaking her head. "Well, either way, that's another badge down. Brock, Misty, Surge, Blaine, Sabrina, Koichi...only two more then it's time for the League. Any other prospective gyms?"

"Well...I was thinking maybe Ice or Dark."

"What about Normal?" Sasha asked.

"If that is what you wish."
-
"What am I looking at here?" Sasha murmured to Mewtwo as the two stood on one side of a gym battlefield.

The duo had scoured the databases to find gym locations and had marked down the rest Sasha would challenge to meet the badge requirement and the two found themselves challenging a Normal-type Gym somewhere between Pewter and Cerulean.

Upon arrival, Sasha wondered if she could take back her statement of wishing to challenge it.

The leader was a man calling himself Archmage Myrddin, wearing a wizard robe and hat, both in horrible garish clashing colors.

Mewtwo had never seen such designs and wondered how anyone could somehow manage to wear plaid, stripes, polka-dots and not go insane.

The Leader noticed their stares and rolled his eyes. "My pokemon decided to switch my wardrobe around. So I just rolled with it."

"No turning back now, little one," Mewtwo replied.

Sasha nodded and the leader sent out a cinccino who thankfully wasn't colored like her trainer.

Despite the gym's out-of-the-way location, Sasha was surprised to see a fair number of people in the stands.

Tuning them out, Sasha focused on her opponent.

The scarf pokémon curtsied to the eevee. "Good luck," it said cheerfully.

As the referee called for the match to begin, Sasha was already leaping backwards, swinging her tail in an arc to release a storm of star-shaped projectiles. The cinccino darted forward, forelimbs a blur as it slapped the stars aside.

"Fast, and judging from the speed of those strikes, it has Skill Link as its Ability," Mewtwo said, idly catching a stray Swift star. "Most pokémon get tired after two or three."

"So it relies on close combat to overwhelm its opponent with multiple weak strikes once they're forced into range. Wonderful," Sasha grumbled, using Quick Attack to dodge around the Unovan 'mon.

Unfortunately, it was faster and knocked her paws out from under her before swinging its tail around in a stinging smack. Instead of pressing the advantage, the cinccino simply took a few steps from the stunned eevee and allowed her to get back up.

"I trust you won't try that again?" it asked sweetly. Sasha shook herself and grimaced.

The eevee then launched herself at the startled pokémon and divided into a swarm of silvery-white blurs. Cinccino narrowed its eyes and watched them carefully.

A swarm of stars pelted it form behind and as it whirled to deflect the rest, more came from the direction it just turned from. Soon, it was being peppered from all sides by a storm of stars.

Mewtwo stroked his chin thoughtfully, eyes scanning the horde of eevee. It was slight, but he could see the real Sasha dart between the clones. "Make it quick, Sasha, you can't keep this up for long."

Abruptly, the extra eevee vanished and Sasha, in her umbreon form, appeared above the cinccino before twirling to deliver an iron tail attack.

Cinccino whipped its long fur around to catch the tail, then whipped its own tail to strike at Sasha's neck.

Sasha's eyes went wide as her collar was knocked off and she tore her tail free from her opponent's grasp before tapping into Metronome.

Sasha's eyes glowed briefly before a rectangular box expanded from her body, conforming to the battlefield.

Archmage Myrddin narrowed his eyes. "Trick Room. Oh dear...that's not good."

Sasha landed on the floor and stumbled as her body reverted to its base form. She caught herself and gazed around the odd room curiously before turning back to the cinccino.

The pokémon was moving towards her sluggishly and Sasha easily dodged its swipes.

"Uh...Mewtwo, what's going on?"

"Trick Room. Since you're slower than cinccino, you get to move faster for a while."

Sasha grinned. "Neat!"

She watched as the cinccino turned from her and made its way towards the wall, probably hoping to break it to get back the advantage of speed.

"Oh no you don't," Sasha muttered, knocking it away with an iron tail. She almost felt bad for hitting the poor thing, but such was the nature of pokémon battles.

It was over in a matter of minutes.

The walls faded and Sasha helped the woozy cinccino to its feet as Myrddin chuckled.

"Nice job taking advantage of a situation you weren't completely familiar with," he said. Mewtwo had retrieved Sasha's collar and repaired it before putting it and the scarf back around Sasha's neck.

"Thanks for the battle. It was a lot of fun," Sasha replied, wagging her tail.

"Good luck in the League," Myrddin replied.

Turning away from the leader with a nod, Mewtwo and Sasha departed.
-
"What's your experience with the Dark type?" Sasha asked as she and Mewtwo strolled into the newly re-opened Viridian Gym.

"Some good, some bad. They tend to be sneaky and use underhanded tactics to win battles. In some cultures, they're known as the Evil type." Mewtwo replied, gazing around the entryway. "Quieter than I was expecting."

"I'm quite content with not having screaming crowds watching me make an idiot of myself while millions more watch it on television. Although at the League, I'm gonna have to get used to that, aren't I?" Sasha said with a flick of her tail.

"That is usually the case, yes. On the bright side, you're hardly the first pokémon to have stage fright in the Leagues."

They entered the gym arena and were greeted by a rather barren field.

On the far side stood a solitary figure who simply gave them a nod before flashing a gym badge and tossing out a pokéball, revealing an umbreon.

"Oh good, the silent type," Mewtwo said. "And a bit of a mirror match to boot."

"I'm a neon-white umbreon with blue rings. How is that a mirror match?" Sasha asked.

"Same species. Kinda. Shut up. Go battle."

Sasha stuck her tongue out at him and leaped down to take her place on the field.

The umbreon greeted Sasha politely before inclining her head.

"You're quite popular in some gossip circles. I look forward to seeing what you can do personally."

"Thanks?" Sasha asked before dodging under a swift sucker punch. She retaliated with a shadow claw of her own that the umbreon caught in her mouth and shattered with a bite.

Disengaging, Sasha leaped backwards under a cover of swift stars that had the umbreon dancing to avoid. She watched the umbreon track her and then used Double Team to create a horde of copies.

The moonlight pokémon stood poised before settling back into an idle position, clearly not willing to expend undue energy going after her.

Sasha doubted she'd get anywhere with her base form and ascended, causing her doppelgangers to vanish. The opposing umbreon tensed before Sasha fired off a shadow ball, which was deflected with a swift light screen.

"Go figure," Sasha griped, bringing down a brick break that cratered the umbreon.

She helped the umbreon to its paws. "Sorry about that."

The umbreon shook her head sheepishly. "As an umbreon, I should've guessed you'd have a fighting type move to deal with fighting the same type. Brick break was a little unusual though. I was expecting rock smash or something lighter."

"The perks of being able to control the randomness of Metronome with eviolite," Sasha replied, using heal pulse to restore the pokémon. The umbreon glanced at her own trainer, who had already given Mewtwo the badge and was walking away. She gave Sasha a polite bow and trotted off.

Mewtwo pinned the badge to Sasha's scarf and tied it around her neck.

"Congratulations on your last badge," Mewtwo said. Sasha stroked the scarf lightly and smiled.

"I...was expecting something a little more challenging," she said. "But...sometimes it's just easier to get it over with and not drag the fight out any longer than necessary. Why win by outlasting your opponent or coming up with stupidly complex and flashy moves? That just seems like a waste of everyone's time."

"Paying an arm and a leg to sit in a cramped seat watching pokémon fight for ten seconds seems like an insult to the random League-goer," Mewtwo replied, scooping her up.

"Why not just watch it online?"

Mewtwo's lips twitched in amusement. "Because some people enjoy wasting money. It's how sports make a living."

"If you say so. Did you happen to get the leader's name?" Sasha asked.

"Not a clue."

"Is being weird some kind of prerequisite for becoming a gym leader?"

"It helps stir up business if nobody knows who you are," Mewtwo replied. "Some trainers like a mystery."

"If you say so. Shall we depart?"

"If that is what you wish."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Chapter Five
-
(5.1)

Mewtwo stared around at the trees as he floated down the path, Sasha draped over his neck, heading towards Saffron from Cerulean.

"Alright, now we have some options. There's Sabrina in Saffron, Surge in Vermillion, Erika in Celadon, or we could take a break and go cry over the fact humans desecrated a graveyard to build a radio tower in Lavender Town," Mewtwo said, reading a sign on the side of the road.

Sasha blinked in surprise. "Take a break?"

"The League isn't for several months and we do have the ability to teleport," Mewtwo replied. "There's no rush." His gaze turned mischievous. "Unless you register days before the League, although I think they shut down registration a month before the League to prevent a crush of trainers."

"You think?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Contrary to popular belief, I am not omnipotent, omnipresent or omniscient," Mewtwo answered dryly.

"You're omnilinguistic."

"Not exactly what that word means, but I understand what you're trying to say."

Sasha smacked him lightly before pricking her ears as the undergrowth along the side of the road rustled and she nudged Mewtwo's head to get his attention. Jumping down from his shoulders, she called out.

"Is someone there?"

A pikachu wearing a cap poked its head out of the shrubbery and twitched its ears.

"Heya, Mewtwo," it said cheerfully. Mewtwo's eyebrows rose in surprise.

"Hello, Ash. It's nice to meet you again."

"Hold up, that's Ash Ketchum?" Sasha asked, confused. Mewtwo chuckled as the pikachu scratched its head.

"He gets like this from time to time," Mewtwo explained, crouching down. Another pikachu jumped out of the bushes and waved to Mewtwo before thumping Ash on the head.

"You can't just go running off whenever you pick up a potentially familiar scent," the rodent chastised the human-turned-pokémon. "It's dangerous to go running off alone, even if you're Ash Ketchum."

"Sorry, Pikachu," Ash said sheepishly.

"So is this a pleasure jaunt or are you helping someone?" Mewtwo asked.

"The latter," Ash replied, adjusting his hat. "I'm working on something with Bill and Oak."

"What does turning into a pikachu have to do with that?" Sasha asked.

"It's not really something I understand, but if I'm asked for help, I rarely ever say no," Ash replied.

Mewtwo shook his head in amusement. "Ash knows what he's doing, Sasha. Even if we don't understand why. I'm sure he's on a tight schedule and we shouldn't keep him. Besides, you have more gym battles to get ready for."

Ash perked up. "Oh? Once I finish this up, I'm also getting ready to take the League challenge again. It's been a while and I'm always eager to face new challenges."

"Sasha's taking the gym challenge herself. Maybe we'll see you at the League in a few months?" Mewtwo asked. Ash and Pikachu turned to face the eevee, whose ears heated up.

"I've got two badges and trying to figure out which to tackle next," she said, turning her scarf up to reveal the emblems. Ash grinned.

"Awesome. Even if you don't make it to the finals, maybe we'll be matched up before then. If not, we can always have a battle outside the League," he said.

"I'd like that," Sasha said, tail waving happily. "Good luck on your...uh...whatever it is."

"And you with your battles. Let's go, Pikachu!"

Mewtwo watched the duo zoom off as Sasha curled around his neck again.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting meeting. Wonder what problem required a transformation like that..."

Sasha shrugged. "Either way, I've made up my mind. Let's go give Surge a visit."

"As you wish."

-

(5.2)

"I found Ash," Celebi said as it materialized in the Hall of Origin.

"Where was he this time?" Arceus asked, glancing up from its newspaper.

"He was a pikachu, helping out Professor Oak and Bill with something."

Arceus' face went blank. "Why was he a - never mind, that's not important. Send him to Alola. Neo Team Magma is stirring up trouble..."

Arceus' eyes narrowed. "Why isn't Ash with you?"

Celebi twisted its hands together nervously. "He said he wanted to train for the upcoming League."

"...I see. Guess I can't fault him for that. Everyone needs a break now and again." Arceus sighed, turning its head towards a series of time bubbles that showed present and future events. "There's plenty of time before things become desperate...although..."

The Original One glanced at a bubble showing a young blonde haired woman with a pikachu thoughtfully. "I'm sure she'd enjoy a vacation. Celebi?"

"Can I tell her why she's being given a vacation? I'd be suspicious if you ever suddenly gave me a week off."

Arceus wore a look of wounded innocence. "How was I supposed to know Wes and Ash would meet during your week off and leave you with an extra six years of paperwork? I said I was sorry."

The Alpha Pokémon glanced at Ash's time bubbles and was glad to see they were functioning correctly again. Even nearly a decade later, Cyrus's tampering with time and space was still being fixed. Dialga, Palkia and Giratina had been working around the clock to piece everything back together. Arceus smiled slightly, proud of his children and their work ethic.

Speaking of which...

"Mew, stop playing solitaire and get back to work!"

-

(5.3)

Sasha stared around the opulent accommodations, trying to take it all in.

"So…this is all for us?" she asked, jumping onto the bed and floundered as she sunk into the plush covers.

Mewtwo chuckled, carefully extricating the eevee from the bed. "I contacted a friend of mine and she was kind enough to set us up with…I suppose you could call it a base of operations or something."

Sasha wrinkled her nose. "Sounds rather technical if it's just a place for us to relax between badges or whatever. Why didn't you do this earlier?"

"You mean when I first found you? Eh…I have my reasons," Mewtwo said evasively. Sasha's eyebrows rose.

"Let's see if I can't puzzle it out…" The eevee looked around the room slowly. "We're in Saffron, home to the psychic Sabrina. If I remember correctly, you said she helped you during your early years, getting a handle on your powers, right?"

Mewtwo nodded warily.

"So, she set aside a place for you to come to if you ever needed it, in a place where she holds a lot of sway, so people wouldn't pester her about it, especially given her temperament."

Mewtwo sighed, rubbing his temples. "You should open up a detective agency."

Sasha snorted, shaking her head. "No thanks. Now then, I'd like to take a look around. Would you like to join me?"

Now it was Mewtwo's turn to shake his head. "I've still got some business to take care of. Should be done with it by the time you get back. Go, explore. There's plenty to see and do in Saffron, whether you're human or pokémon."

Sasha frowned before nodding. "Very well. I'll see you tonight then."

-

(5.4)

Arceus paced around the Hall of Origin, deep in thought.

It stopped when it heard the familiar sound of a dimensional hole opening and turned to see a thoroughly exhausted celebi come through.

"What news?"

"We've stabilized the time around groudon and kyogre while managing to weave rayquaza's actions into the narrative. It's now thanks to rayquaza's interference that groudon and kyogre's feud was ended," the celebi replied.

"So you couldn't recover Ash's involvement?" Arceus asked, causing the celebi to shake its head. "So that's another changed scenario."

"Well, if Cyrus wanted Ash to lose his fame and be able to live a relatively normal life, he succeeded," celebi said, going over a stack of notes. "Those Time Crashes he pulled off were...mind-boggling. Even Dialga is unsure of its ability to repair them and in ten years we've restored, what, maybe a quarter of the damage?"

"Were it not for parallel dimensions, we'd probably be in a lot more trouble," Arceus agreed. "Still, the progress you've made is wonderful."

Celebi sighed and rubbed its antenna tiredly. "Guess I better go tell Ash about this so he doesn't accidentally tell someone he saved Hoenn."

With a pop, the time traveling onion fairy vanished and Arceus was once again alone.

-

(5.5)

Mewtwo stirred the pot of soup a few times before turning the stove off. Leaving the kitchen, he approached the couch and stared at the pile of blankets that occupied one of end of it.

"Your soup will be ready in a few minutes, your highness," he announced. A red nose poked itself out of the blankets shortly followed by the rest of the head of a grumpy eevee.

"I hate the cold," Sasha muttered. Mewtwo crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Not surprising, given what you've gone through," Mewtwo replied. "Seems like you're not comfortable around either end of the temperature spectrum."

Sasha blinked and shook her head slowly. "Usually I'd berate you for making fun of someone's traumatic experiences, but I'm too tired to think of a comeback at the moment."

Mewtwo winced, rubbing his arm. "Right...sorry."

Sasha sneezed and Mewtwo closed the distance between them, snagging a box of tissues along the way. Dabbing at the eevee's face, he cupped her face and kissed her forehead lightly, causing Sasha's ears to warm and she squirmed.

"The perks of you being sick is that you can't escape my attention," Mewtwo said with a grin. Sasha stuck her tongue out at him.

With a thought, Mewtwo poured the soup into a bowl, fetched a spoon and guided it into the room. Taking the bowl and spoon, he fed Sasha small sips and she relaxed, eyes half-closed in contentment.

"Seriously, your ability to cook is something else," she murmured drowsily. Mewtwo stared into the broth for a moment and shrugged. Sasha nibbled on the noodles and quietly drank the rest of the bowl before settling back.

"You're welcome, Sasha," Mewtwo said quietly as the eevee swiftly fell asleep. He watched her for a few minutes before retreating to the privacy of his own rooms.

He hadn't expected the eevee to stick around after recovering and he found himself having mixed feelings about the prospect of her leaving. The clone ran a hand over his face with an irritated growl and stared at the various things he'd picked up over the years, pictures and souvenirs from his many adventures.

Mewtwo stared at a picture of a dark haired woman for a moment before his eyes fell to the simple necklace arrayed in front of it.

Turning his back on the old memories, Mewtwo curled up on his bed and drifted off to sleep.

-

(5.6)

Sasha wandered around the depths of Lostlorn forest, searching for berries.

Everywhere she looked, the bushes seemed to be picked clean and she wondered if Zoroark was playing a trick on her. She nudged a bush and scowled as it remained bare.

She heard a rustle in the undergrowth and felt a chill crawl down her spine. Swallowing her fear, she glanced around, senses straining to pick up anything. When nothing revealed itself, she let out an irritated snort before turning back-

The bush was covered in berries.

Sasha stared at the drooping bush in disbelief before poking it gently, causing several berries to fall off and bump against her paws.

"They're not going to bite you."

Sasha jumped in surprise as a voice spoke from out of nowhere. She inadvertently sat on some berries and winced before lifting her dripping haunches off the squashed fruit.

"Good job undoing all my hard work. Although blue suits you nicely."

"Show yourself," Sasha snapped, drying herself off.

With a muted pop, Arceus came into view, sitting comfortably amidst the grass.

"Hello, Sasha," it said evenly. "I trust you are well?"

Sasha glanced at her legs, now stained blue and shrugged. "I've been better."

Arceus' eyes flashed and Sasha knew she was no longer discolored.

"What brings you here?" asked the eevee.

"Just checking in. I always do that from time to time with both my Chosen and Blessed."

"What's the difference?" Sasha asked, sitting down and choosing a berry to nibble on. "Between Chosen and Blessed, I mean."

Arceus blinked slowly. "I thought it was obvious. A Chosen is picked to defend the world I created. A Blessed is one who I merely give some of my power."

"Sounds like the Blessed got the better end of the deal," Sasha remarked.

Arceus chuckled lowly. "You've certainly mastered your alternate Forme. I saw your match against Ash. Not bad for one against six."

Sasha blushed and sank her teeth into the berry. "I got lucky," she muttered, ears warming.

"Luck doesn't beat four pokémon, two of which regularly deal with apocalyptic scenarios, such as helping to prevent the erasure of time and space," Arceus pointed out.

"Metronome was pure luck. I spun the roulette and was handed the means to make a name for myself," Sasha said, finishing off the berry.

Arceus shook its head. "I'm still not sure if that's you being humble or self-deprecating. Knowing your stubbornness and reluctance to rely on eviolite's power to control Metronome, the latter."

"Mewtwo said the same," Sasha said, smiling slightly before tilting her head. "How's he been?"

"Buried in his research," Arceus replied. "Last I heard, he's in Orre, making sure the wild pokémon are settling down."

Sasha's face softened and she smiled. "That's good. I-"

She was interrupted by a small pink head poking itself through the bushes before letting out an exasperated groan.

"Finally! I've been looking all over for you, Lord Arceus. Mt. Silver just exploded. Again. Red and Yellow are there, but we kinda need your help."

Arceus stood, nodded to Sasha and vanished in a flash of light.

Sasha chuckled, shaking her head as she gathered some berries together to take back to her den. "Some things never change."

-

(5.7)

"Absolutely not."

"Oh come on, it's not like you're doing anything important lately," Mew said, hovering around the large pokémon.

"Keeping tabs on the world is very important!" Arceus protested.

"How many Chosen Ones do you have running around per region? Red, Yellow, Gold, Kris, May, Lucas, Wes, Touko, Kyouhei, Calem...and that's not bringing your Blessed Pokémon into play. You need to learn to relax," Mew replied patiently.

"How is giving massages relaxing to me?" Arceus grumbled.

"Because instead of focusing on ten thousand things, you only need to focus on one or two," Mew said cheerfully.

"You're not going to stop until I at least try, are you?" Arceus said with a sigh.

A few hours later saw the return of Celebi.

"Lord Arceus, I-what are you doing?"

Arceus tilted its head as Celebi stared at it in disbelief.

"I'm relaxing, as my creations keep telling me to."

Celebi glared at the Mew curled up on Arceus' back that was being petted by phantasmal hands.

"Must be nice not having responsibilities," Celebi grumbled bitterly. Mew opened an eye.

"You're a time traveler. You don't have to work every second of every day."

"I'm aware, but-"

Celabi broke off in surprise as a time portal opened up and a tired Celebi popped out. Looking around, it let out a grunt before flopping beside Mew and soon dozed off as Arceus petted it.

"Since I don't remember doing that, I'm guessing that's me from the future."

"Correct, now shut up and get over here. We've got a few hours before I come back and do this again."

"You realize I'm only going to do this every once in a while and only for a few hours, right?"

The room shook and suddenly Dialga and Groudon appeared.

"FATHER, I HAVE HEARD YOU ARE GIVING MASSAGES!"

"Mother of me, have mercy."

-

(5.8)

"Alright, you've mentioned Ash Ketchum before. What's the story with him?" Sasha asked.

Mewtwo let out a long breath and chuckled. "Not gonna lie, even the cliff notes of his journey is ridiculously long, but I'll see if I can't hit the important parts."

Mewtwo stroked over Sasha's fur as he spoke. "Some whackjob named Cyrus succeeded in his plan to remake the world. Arceus said "Screw that." and tossed Ash into a pocket dimension to train his aura before sending him back to the start of his journey. Armed with foreknowledge and some frankly ludicrously overpowered pokémon who laughed at reality, he set out on a journey to prevent Cyrus from unleashing his plan."

"And the reason Arceus didn't do it itself?" Sasha asked.

"It was taking a nap, I believe," Mewtwo replied dryly. "During their climactic battle, Cyrus shattered time and space, throwing a large chunk of the multiverse into chaos. It took the combined efforts of several dimensions' worth of legendary pokémon to stop Cyrus and stabilize the fractures. Some dimensions were lost, unfortunately."

Sasha winced. "But...numerous dimensions?"

"Things like gender swaps, species swaps. Worlds where one type didn't exist or a new type was discovered. Just about anything you could imagine managed to exist simultaneously alongside everything else. It was...quite spectacular. Unfortunately, as a result of the stabilization process, every universe had to merge some bits and pieces together, whether it was events that happened or pokémon that existed...believe me, words can't properly explain exactly what happened during that time."

"Pokémon that existed? I know you said some didn't, but..."

"I woke up one day with memories that weren't mine. Experiences and feelings that my mind remembered, but my body did not."

Sasha blinked in surprise before she glanced over at the dresser on the far wall. Mewtwo watched her as she got to her paws and made her way over to it.

"So is that what you have this necklace with a picture of this woman in it?" she asked, pawing at it. It flew from the dresser to Mewtwo's paw and he stroked it gently.

"Correct. We were friends in one life. I've also got memories of spending time with Amber Fuji as a little girl, despite the fact she passed away nearly three decades ago shortly after my creation. Anything before a decade ago, I don't fully trust. That's another reason I went back into seclusion and we know how that turned out."

"Do you regret meeting me?" Sasha asked, making her way back over to the clone.

"...If you had asked me that a few months ago, I would've said yes. Now...no, I don't regret getting to know you."

He stroked her cheek and kissed her forehead softly.

"Thanks. It's nice knowing more about what you've been through. Doesn't it feel better to share your stories with others?" Sasha asked.

Mewtwo rolled his eyes and booped her nose.

-

(5.9)

Mewtwo liked to think he had long ago mastered his emotions and was able to keep a clear and level head no matter the circumstances.

Meeting Archer face to face reminded him he still had a long way to go.

Sasha had spent enough time around the clone to be able to at least guess his current mood and she'd never seen him this angry.

He didn't show it on the surface, but the way his entire body was tensed, tail lashing, mental voice like nails on a chalkboard...

She found herself unconsciously edging away from the enraged psychic.

"You disgust me," Mewtwo said quietly. "Giovanni at least understood the importance of pokémon. You...say that what you're doing is carrying on his legacy when in reality you are spitting on everything Team Rocket stands for."

Mewtwo shook his head slowly before extending a paw towards the Rocket Executive. With a click, Archer's pokéballs opened up, releasing their occupants in a shower of blue light, signaling their complete release from the pokéball's control.

With absolutely no hesitation, the houndour, wheezing, golbat and houndoom bolted out of the room. Archer merely narrowed his eyes.

"You think I'm scared of you? Giovanni's failed experiment? It doesn't matter what you do to me, Giovanni's vision will come true some day! You'll see that I was right! Team Rocket wil-!"

Mewtwo clenched his digits together and Archer collapsed in a heap.

Mewtwo stared at the corpse for a moment before he turned and strode from the room.

Sasha watched him go, legs trembling. She edged away from the cooling body and staggered out of the room before she collapsed. She drew in ragged breaths and fought back the urge to throw up.

"I'm sorry you had to see that."

Sasha jerked at the sound of Mewtwo's voice and she slammed into the wall. Taking a step back, she shook her head, trying to reorient herself. She turned to stare up at him and she took a step away from him. Catching herself, she scowled at her weakness and took a shaky breath.

"It's over, r-right?" she asked. "You're y-yourself again?"

Mewtwo blinked in surprise before he took in her frightened appearance and his face softened.

"Come on," he said gently. "Let's go somewhere familiar."

He held out a paw and Sasha stared at it for a moment before resting hers on it.

With a brief moment of disorientation, they appeared in a dappled sunlit clearing. Sasha took a breath and pricked her ears.

"Lostlorn...you..."

She let out a sigh and sat down, head and ears low.

"I lost control, and for that, I apologize."

Sasha shook her head. "It's not your fault," she said tiredly. "We had a chance to take out one of Team Rocket's poisonous branches and we took it. What's done is done."

"I shouldn't have brought you along."

"I had just as much right to be there as you did," Sasha said sharply, glaring at him. Just as quickly as it had come, the anger drained out of her.

"It's over, that's all that matters," Mewtwo replied wearily. He sat down beside her and stroked her ears soothingly. Sasha leaned into him and sighed.

"So that's Team Rocket finally out of the picture," she said. Mewtwo nodded slowly.

"I'm sure Giovanni will be happy to have a scapegoat to pin the less-than-legal operations on. Knowing him, he'll turn it into a business opportunity."

Despite everything, Sasha giggled.

-

(5.10)

"Pay up," Arceus said with a mental smirk.

Celebi sighed and handed over several rare berries. "Not fair. Of course you'd know what Sasha would do in the future because you can look into all possible futures simultaneously whereas I can only see one at a time."

Arceus managed to inject some hurt into its mental voice. "Nonsense; just because I know every future of my Chosen and Blessed, it doesn't mean I know which is set in stone."

Celebi scowled at the creator and shook its head. "Unbelievable. You predicted her loss to the raichu, tailored her ability to be controlled by the eviolite back when you first gave it to her and now you're fleecing berries off me over the fact she set a gym on fire."

"You're the one who takes the bets," Arceus replied innocently.

"So now what? Double or nothing on which gym she gets other badges from?"

"You're on."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Chapter Six
(6.1)

Sabrina gazed at the pictures she'd seen circulating the Internet of a shiny eevee and a mewtwo that had been challenging the Kanto gyms pensively.

She still wasn't entirely sure why she'd agreed to giving them a place to stay in her city. Rubbing her head, she got to her feet and went to the kitchen to pour herself a drink.

"Natsume."

Startled, she turned to see a pair of glowing purple eyes staring at her from the shadows.

"Mewtwo," she greeted. "Don't you know it's poor manners to sneak into a lady's home?"

"You and I both know you'd have tuned your barriers to at least discourage me from entering if you truly wanted to be alone," Mewtwo replied, stepping into view.

Sabrina narrowed her eyes. "Hm...what brings you here?"

Her eyes darted towards the bedroom and she moved towards her liquor cabinet. "I'm afraid I don't have anything you'd like-" Without turning to look at him, she added, "-and you already brought a drink you do like with you, haven't you?"

"You know me so well," Mewtwo replied. Sabrina rubbed her head with a sigh.

"Ever since that event ten years ago, I've been sorting through my memories to figure out which were mine and which belong to other Sabrina and Natsume."

Mewtwo sighed and placed a glass of wine on the counter beside her. "Everyone involved in that event left with memories not their own."

He found his hand reaching for her and he pulled it against his chest with a frown. Sabrina turned to look at him, scooping up the wine as she did do.

"Didn't help that you disappeared almost immediately afterwards. There are people who could've benefited from your psychic powers in sorting through the memories."

"I'm sorry."

Sabrina laughed and took a sip. "Maybe now you are, after you've had all this time to forget it."

Mewtwo grimaced and looked away.

"So where's that eevee of yours?"

"Sleeping. She's had a rough few weeks and is taking it easy."

Sabrina rested a hand on a tilted hip and leaned against the counter. "And when will you...she be stopping by to challenge me?"

"When she's ready, I suspect." Mewtwo replied, avoiding her eyes.

Sabrina snorted. "Liar."

"Yes, I've been avoiding you. Mainly for this exact reason," Mewtwo said lightly. "We both have memories that aren't ours of times neither of us are completely comfortable with-"

He broke off as Sabrina rested a hand on his chest and stroked it in a way that was both achingly familiar, yet completely foreign.

He didn't pull away as she leaned against him, breath warm on his fur.

"Nats-Sabrina, wha-?"

"You'll feel a lot better if you stop fighting the memories and accept them," she murmured, hand gently scratching over his chest. "Let them help you create new memories."

A flood of images flashed through Mewtwo's mind and his hand gently cupped Sabrina's cheek as their eyes met.

"...Very well. Will you show me once again how to be comfortable in my own head?"

Sabrina smiled and led him to the bedroom.

-

(6.2)

"Hey Mewtwo, how old are you?"

The bipedal feline tapped a finger on his chin in thought for a few moments before shrugging.

"With the nature of the time crash coupled with the restoration process, I honestly couldn't begin to guess. However," he said, lifting his paw to forestall Sasha's protest, "Before the whole timeline got screwed, I was about five years old, give or take a few months."

Mewtwo counted off on his fingers a few times. "Add in the years during and after the time crash...I'd say I'm some two and a half decades old?"

He gazed at the eevee curiously. "Why did you want to know?"

Sasha's ears warmed and she looked away. "You just seem older sometimes."

"Does it bother you?"

Sasha shook her head. "Nah, I was born some...fifteen years ago myself, give or take a few months. Don't remember much of it, just what I told you before. Spent some time wandering the regions and meeting all kinds of interesting people before I wound up frozen on a mountain."

"You've yet to tell me why you were there. That was after you got your power, correct?"

Sasha shifted uncomfortably. "I really don't want to talk about it."

"...Very well. I will not pry."

Sasha swiped a paw across her eyes. "Thank you."

-

(6.3)

Sasha stared at the sword lodged in a stone warily.

"Look, I'd love to help you, but I've read way too many accounts of swords pulled from stones where the sucker who does it then gets dragged into quests and stuff that isn't me, so..."

"Seriously? I'm just in a bit of a pickle is all. Nothing is going to happen if you pull me out," the sword-shaped pokémon answered. "Besides, Aegislash is never gonna let me hear the end of it."

Sasha walked around the honedge carefully before she placed her paws on the flat of the blade and pushed.

"Gyah! Are you trying to snap me in two?!"

Sasha backed off, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Just trying to see if I can't loosen you up."

She shook her head. "I suppose I could smash the rock to free you. A little larger than I'm used to, but it shouldn't take too long..." She rested a paw on her scarf and let out a breath.

One flash of light later and the honedge found itself staring at an umbreon.

"That's a new one on me," the sword replied. "Never seen an eevee capable of Mega Evolution."

"It's a little more complicated than that, but I suppose that's an acceptable analogy. Now hold still. Actually, might wanna use Protect or Iron Defense or whatever."

The sword glowed a few times and Sasha then fired off a focus blast, taking a sizable chunk out of the rock.

A few blasts and brick breaks later, the honedge shook the dust from its blade.

"My thanks to you, young eevee. You've spared me quite the embarrassment from the rest of my family."

Sasha looked around before shrugging. "Not gonna lie, I was sure your folks would've popped out of the bushes going, "Haha, we saw it all!"

She waved as the sword floated away.

-

(6.4)

Giovanni considered himself an honest man leading a dishonest life.

Even the whole "multiple memories" thing didn't slow him down; he merely sorted through them, discarding the bits and pieces that didn't work and kept the bits that would allow his wealth and power to grow.

When Mewtwo had come out of seclusion once again, Giovanni had hoped he'd be able to get the clone on his side. Like the last times he'd tried, it had backfired. To add insult to injury, Archer's splinter group had also targeted the Clone despite Giovanni's explicit orders not to.

Giovanni wasn't surprised to hear of Archer's demise a short while ago and he secretly applauded Mewtwo for sparing him the task of offing the idiot himself.

Lacing his fingers together, Giovanni rested his head on them as he let his mind wander. All of Team Rocket's projects - legal and otherwise - were proceeding as planned. Nothing major had bothered the region in the past decade. Just the usual intra-regional conflicts, such as trainers getting too full of themselves and minor acts of vandalism.

He'd been somewhat amused when he heard Erika's gym had nearly burned down.

Again.

He glanced at the drawer where he kept character files and pulled it open. Leafing through to the M's, he pulled it out and flicked through it, pausing on the sheets chronicling the clone's current journey. He stared at the pictures of the shiny eevee he had picked up some seven or eight months prior.

"You've changed, old friend," Giovanni murmured. "Used to be you cared only for yourself. What's so special about this one?"

He rubbed his head as images from a mind not his own passed by and he frowned.

"You were a fool, Cyrus, reaching for power that was never ours to take."

He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling.

"I need a vacation."

A rare smile passed over his face and he got the necessary paperwork in order.

Replacements, delegates and insurance was put into motion and the head of Team Rocket was on a helicopter bound for Saffron within the hour.

-

(6.5)

Sasha stared at the female mewtwo curiously. Had she not been told by Mewtwo he'd be bringing a date home, she'd never have guessed her to be female.

On the bright side, she'd have no problem telling her Mewtwo from the other, due to the color of their coats; the female was a brighter shade of grayish-lilac compared to the male.

Sasha pondered why her mind had decided on that particular choice of words and pushed it to the back of her mind as the clone spoke.

"Hello. My name is Rei. Mewtwo told me he had a...roommate and I was curious as to what he meant by that." She let her gaze wander over Sasha's body and she tsked in thought. "I'm glad to see you've recovered."

Sasha nodded curtly. "I'm grateful for his help, but I really don't plan on sticking around."

Rei tilted her head. "Why?"

"Because..." Sasha's voice trailed off and she shook her head. "It's none of your business."

Rei was silent for a few moments and she nodded. "If that is what you decide."

Mewtwo stood in the doorway, watching the two females stare at each other. Something kept him from entering or making himself known and he watched as Sasha abruptly got to her paws and went to her room. Waiting a few seconds, Mewtwo slowly entered the room.

"What was that about?" he asked warily.

Rei jumped a bit and glanced at him before glancing after the eevee. "She seemed troubled by my presence."

Mewtwo blinked in bemusement. "Is that so? She never stuck me as the jealous type."

Rei tilted her head. "Jealous? You mean she's attracted to you?"

Mewtwo shrugged. "She wouldn't be the first and it's something I've gotten used to. Sometimes it works out. Other times..." His voice trailed off and he ran a hand over his face, sighing.

Rei touched his arm gently and rested her forehead against his. "Enough about her. I'd like to know about you."

"Over twenty years ago, in a faraway jungle..."

-

(6.6)

"Mew?"

The small pokémon jerked awake with a snort and flailed. "I'm awake! Was just resting my eyes!"

Arceus rolled its eyes and thumped a stack of papers in front of the mirage pokémon.

"I need you to deliver these to Regigigas."

"Which one?"

"All of them."

Mew let out a groan. "Fine. Out of curiosity, what am I delivering?"

"The next set of program instructions for the Regi trios they're in charge of."

"You do realize that by the time they finish the updates, odds are they'll be woefully out of date, right?" Mew asked sardonically.

"I'm well aware. But it's better than having them be centuries out of date. Much like the Rota Regis. Lucario chewed me out for that one something fierce."

Mew stared at the stack of papers three times its height and sighed. "Right, I'll get right on that then."

-

(6.7)

Mewtwo and Sasha were curled up together on the couch, the clone idly stroking over the eevee's fur as he read through a book.

Eventually, Mewtwo closed the book with a snap, causing the eevee to flick her ears and look at him curiously.

"Sasha, what's your limit when you're transformed?"

She blinked thoughtfully and glanced over at the dresser where her collar lay.

"You mean like endurance and how long I can spam moves before collapsing?" Sasha asked. Mewtwo nodded as he stroked over her scruff lightly.

"When I was battling Misty, using Overheat underwater drained me considerably. Then recently I've been able to use heavy-hitting moves like rock slide and stone edge in quick succession without collapsing."

"Have you tried using legendary moves? Aeroblast, sacred fire, roar of time and judgment?"

Sasha grimaced then blushed. "Not…really. I don't really feel like abusing Metronome to win my battles, especially not with what are basically one-hit knockout moves when used on regular pokémon."

Mewtwo chuckled and held out his hand. A shimmering blade of purple psychic energy formed around his hand like a sword. With a twist of his wrist, it snapped into a glowing blue sword.

"I can use and manipulate both psychic and aura energy, and thus took the time to learn things like sacred sword and based one of my own self-taught moves – psystrike – off of it. Other psychics can do something similar, of course, but they lack the hitting power of mine."

He turned to look at her closely and she met his gaze evenly.

"What, you think I should learn to use aura or something?" Sasha asked.

Mewtwo slowly shook his head. "That would take months of practice and focus, so for the League, it would be impractical. Metronome should – in theory – allow you to use the move regardless, but without the training, it wouldn't hit nearly as hard as it would if you were fighting a lucario or one of the unovan musketeers."

Mewtwo's voice then turned thoughtful.

"However, I have noticed something…strange about your transformation. When you change, you don't just become an umbreon; your overall strength, endurance, stamina and speed increase dramatically. You were able to knock out a vaporeon with a fire move while submerged, for one."

"So I get a power boost when transforming. Big whoop, I'm hardly the first pokémon able to do such a thing," Sasha replied dryly.

Mewtwo sighed and gave her a tap on the nose. "You'll need to master every aspect of your alternate form if you ever want to stand a chance in the League. You're going to be facing several strong pokémon raised by trainers who've bred them for that express purpose. I know you're mostly doing this to amuse yourself and that you don't care if you lose, but I doubt you want to make it too easy for them, correct?"

"I get what you're trying to say and I'll take it into consideration."

Mewtwo knew that was as good as he was going to get from the stubborn eevee.

-

(6.8)

Sasha woke up feeling thick-headed, as if she'd been eating too many special berries.

Blinking to focus her vision, she took a step forward-

-and slammed into a hard surface.

Recoiling in surprise, she touched her bruised nose and shook her head hard.

"Ah, you're awake."

Sasha froze, ears twitching. She didn't recognize that voice - it certainly wasn't Mewtwo, as it was spoken aloud.

"Splendid, I had thought for a moment I'd gotten the formula wrong or given you too big a dose, but now that you've recovered, we can begin."

Sasha closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again. Her vision sharpened and everything came into focus.

A chill crept down her spine as she gazed out of the translucent panel in front of her. A quick glance around filled in the rest of the details.

She appeared to be in some kind of lab; monitors and various equipment she couldn't identify lined the walls. She saw visual feeds of various scenes and the content of them made her queasy.

"Welcome to Fleur-de-lis Labs, the leading expert in pokémon breeding. I will be your host for the foreseeable future. You may call me Lysandre." A tall man stepped out of the shadows. A wild mane of ginger hair framed a face Sasha would've called charming had it not been for the eyes.

She'd seen eyes like that before and she took a step back.

"So you recognize me, or have been around others like me," the man said. "I will admit, when Giovanni sent me your data, I was skeptical, but then I remembered one Ash Ketchum and his strange greninja."

"Never heard of him," Sasha said warily, which got a chuckle from the suited figure.

"Don't bother pleading ignorance. Your antics in the League have gotten the attention of some powerful people. You're lucky I got to you first."

"Why? What do you need me for?"

Lysandre gazed at her with an expression that brought back unpleasant memories for the eevee.

"I plan on making the world a beautiful place, purged of impurity. Usually, your kind would be eliminated due to your unstable genetics, but you're far too useful to destroy. Instead, you will become the mother of a new breed of pokémon. The eevee are well-known for their adaptive ability and it seems like Arceus took that aspect of you and removed the limiters."

"Limiter?" Sasha asked blankly. Lysandre sighed.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with. All I need from you is your cooperation."

"Sasha, down."

Sasha flattened herself at the sound of the familiar voice and the wall behind her exploded inwards.

Shaking herself, Sasha leaped backwards out of her container and briefly rubbed against Mewtwo's legs before settling on his shoulder.

"So, what've you gotten yourself into this time?" Mewtwo asked, flexing his digits.

"That guy," Sasha replied, nodding at a dumbfounded Lysandre, "Kidnapped me and planned on making me the mother of a new breed of pokémon. Something about a beautiful world too."

"Lysandre," Mewtwo said politely. "Last I heard of you was when you were annihilated by Zygarde."

"When Cyrus tampered with time, the effects were felt both in the past and in the future," Lysandre said smoothly. "Armed with the memories of that timeline, I was victorious in my battle with Ash and Alain. I made their power my power, but I once again lost it due to someone restoring time!"

He leveled a glare at the duo. "All of my hard work and effort, taken from me without my consent. How dare pokémon interfere with the lives of others without consequence! What makes them so special?"

"Ages ago, man and pokémon were indistinguishable from one another. They're not interfering with your life so much as guiding you towards something better. All this-" Mewtwo said, gesturing to the machines, "-has potential to be used for the betterment of mankind. Why are you using it for your own ambition?"

"Cyrus was on to something when he planned for a world without spirit. Ghetsis would've made a world of peace by removing pokémon from humans and I would've made it all beautiful. But every time we come close, you and others like you take it all away!"

Lysandre was trembling with rage.

"What gives you that right?!"

"Because...people like you don't understand the relationships between humans and pokémon. Yes, it's not perfect, but we care for and support one another and your world wouldn't have that. It'd be incredibly lonely," Sasha said softly.

Lysandre whipped his arm up, a device on his wrist expanding to wrap around his hand, which he pointed at them.

"Shut up!"

There was a flash of light and Sasha flinched.

"Relax, Sasha," Mewtwo replied, stroking her fur. "It's over."

Sasha opened her eyes and looked around. "Wha-?"

They were standing in a grandiose hall lined with pillars. Sasha glanced around and was startled to see that the floor appeared to be translucent. Below, a vast mountain range dominated the landscape.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I happened."

Arceus faded into view and dipped its head. "My apologies, Sasha. I only just got word of your predicament."

"It's...uh...fine?" Sasha replied shakily. "So, Lysandre?"

"Gone. An event in the past erased him from your present."

"So the restoration process is proceeding smoothly?" Mewtwo asked.

Sasha perked up. "I heard about that. But...in restoring time and space, you...some events never happen? But I've still got the memories."

Arceus shrugged. "We're not entirely sure why that happens. It's popped up before - Mewtwo also has memories of events that never happened. So do quite a few gym leaders, champions and other humans and pokémon. One thing they all have in common is that they were there when Cyrus destroyed time and space."

Sasha frowned. "But...I don't. I've only heard about that. So..."

"You were somehow involved in that event," Arceus replied. "However, we've not been able to get the details of exactly what happened that day and I wouldn't be able to get the information about that day from the memories of those involved because of how it was resolved."

"When everyone involved got the memories of their alternate selves," Sasha said in realization. "The details would become mixed up and unreliable."

Arceus nodded.

Silence reigned before Sasha asked, "What happens now?"

"Nothing. You're free to go back to your life. If anything about you comes up, I'll contact you, alright?"

Sasha glanced at Mewtwo who gave her ears a rub and she relaxed.

"Thank you, Lord Arceus. I hope the restoration continues smoothly."

With a flash of light, the duo vanished.

-

(6.9)

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Mewtwo asked as he stretched his limbs.

Sasha flicked her tail and pawed at the ground.

"Of course. We've got a few weeks before the League and I'd like to get some training in. Not to mention if I can hold my own against you, I should be able to face six pokémon in a row no problem."

Mewtwo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You're not interested in beating me?"

Sasha grinned and shook her head. "I am well aware you outclass me in every way imaginable. I'll just have to be a little more creative to survive against you."

Mewtwo nodded. "Whenever you are ready then."

Sasha was still for a moment, then she darted forward. Mewtwo watched her approach carefully, fingers twitching in anticipation as she neared. When she was a few yards away, Mewtwo extended his hand, telekinesis reaching for the eevee, but she skidded to a halt, throwing sand in the air to obscure the clone's vision.

"Clever little vixen. But..."

A wave of his hand cleared the dust and he wasn't surprised to see she'd vanished.

"Hm..."

He reached out with his power and didn't feel the eevee around or below him, so that left...

Looking up, Mewtwo saw her dropping towards him. Grinning, Mewtwo again reached out with his telekinesis to grab her.

With a flash of light, she changed forms, slipping through the psychic field and collided with his face.

Sasha landed on her paws and stumbled, holding her forehead. "Ow...your head is harder than it looks," she hissed, eyes watering.

Mewtwo touched his own head and winced. "Not gonna lie, I didn't expect that. Nice usage of the fact Dark is immune to Psychic. Unfortunately, most psychic-types have access to things like Focus Blast, so even if you evade one type, they can still hit you with another counter."

Sasha's body glowed briefly as she called on her power to heal herself. "Thanks for the lesson," she said, reverting back to her eevee form.

Mewtwo chuckled and scooped her up, rubbing her belly. "Don't worry, I've got plenty more to teach you before you go up against the best of the best."

Sasha nuzzled his hand and purred warmly, tail wagging happily.

-

(6.10)

Arceus' eyes darted over the newly restored timeline and he frowned.

"So Team Flare was much less ambitious this time around and merely launched the ancient superweapon from a base in Geosenge Town rather than level most of Lumiose City with a giant evil rock."

"At least it's stable," Dialga replied while Celebi napped on its back.

"I'm not disappointed in you," Arceus said.

Mew frowned and crossed its arms. "And Ash is once again not involved in the events at all. Red and Gold defeated Team Rocket. Diamond, Platinum and Pearl defeated Team Galactic, Ruby, Sapphire and Emerald defeated Teams Magma and Aqua...now we've got five different trainers who took down Team Flare? I dread to think what Ash will lose when we untangle Unova."

"Not much, I suspect," Palkia said.

Giratina snorted into its berry juice, the sound waking Celebi, who flailed around a bit before taking stock of its surroundings.

Sniffing the air, the time traveler narrowed its eyes. "Giratina, why do I smell Niniku berries?"

Arceus chuckled as the tiny legendary chased the larger one around angrily.

"Anyway, I suppose this explains why Ash no longer has the bond phenomenon with greninja, since it wasn't crucial to saving the planet. Seems like Cyrus' goal truly was to undo all of Ash's hard work."

"And now we're stuck shoring up our reality with bits and pieces from other timelines," Mew murmured. "Guess we should count ourselves lucky Cyrus was kind enough to attempt to wipe out all of existence. If he'd focused his efforts just to this dimension..."

Arceus nodded. "I'd have to start over. Which...I guess wouldn't be too bad, since I'd be able to streamline the process a bit."

Arceus took note of Mew's horrified expression and rolled its eyes.

"Joking, of course."

Mew shook its head. "You really need to work on that."

"I'll keep that in mind. Now if you need me, I shall go find Ash and tell him about this latest development."

"What about Mewtwo?" the mirage pokémon asked.

"I'd rather not trouble him. He's got his own work cut out for him and I don't want to distract him."

"Very well."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

CHAPTER SEVEN

(7.1)

Mew looked around the ruined architecture curiously.

"Wow, this brings back memories…"

Arceus glanced up from where it was piecing fragments of Unova together.

"Quite so. I always liked the Sinjoh Ruins. Sure, it's rather cold and drafty, and kinda in a state of disrepair, but it still has that…rustic charm."

Mew rolled its eyes and sat down on a piece of rubble.

"I hoped you remembered to leave a note at the Hall of Origin telling the others where you went."

Arceus abruptly stood up and vanished.

A few minutes later, it popped back and glared at the Mew.

"Not. A. Word."

-

(7.2)

"Hm..."

Sasha drowsily opened an eye to stare at Mewtwo, who was staring at a sight beyond the eevee's field of view.

"What is it?" she asked, stretching as the masseuse worked his magic on her sore muscles.

"I don't think I've ever seen a hydreigon get a belly rub," Mewtwo replied, to which Sasha blinked before craning her head around to stare at where he was looking.

A hydreigon was in fact stretched out on its back, head lolling back in bliss as a machamp rubbed over its belly and limbs.

A trainer wearing a white shirt, brown pants and black hat noticed their stares and came over.

"Hello. I see you've met my hydreigon. I suspect you have questions?"

Sasha glanced at him before doing a double-take.

"N?"

The man stared at her curiously before carefully examining her.

"I don't believe we've met...?"

"She's got memories of the Cyrus incident a decade ago," Mewtwo replied. "We're curious as to why she remembers bits and pieces of it, despite not being there."

N scratched his cheek and frowned, brow furrowing as he adopted a thoughtful expression. He then shrugged.

"I certainly don't remember an eevee. Granted, my memories aren't exactly sorted and there was a lot going on, so..."

"It's nothing important," Sasha said, hissing as her masseuse found a tense clump of muscles. "Don't worry about it."

N toyed with his necklace for a moment. "I see. I'm sorry for bothering you."

Mewtwo shot Sasha a look and she flattened her ears. "Sorry, that came out wrong," she admitted.

N chuckled and waved a hand dismissively as the machamp stepped back from the content hydreigon. "It's not a problem. I always enjoy meeting new faces. And old ones," he added, giving Mewtwo a nod, which the clone returned.

The man stroked over the hydreigon's head before casting a glance at Sasha. "I've been watching your matches over the past few months. You're all set to take on the League?"

Sasha nodded.

"Then I wish you the best of luck."

The duo watched the man and dragon leave before getting up themselves.

"What memories do you have of N?" Mewtwo asked curiously.

Sasha closed her eyes as Mewtwo scooped her into his arms. "I...remember meeting him in a forest, yet at the same time, that's also when I was given a Blessing from Arceus."

"So your memories are also fragmented, taking various cues from several different versions of yourself," Mewtwo reasoned.

"No," Sasha said firmly, much to Mewtwo's surprise. "You mentioned once how you said your mind remembered things, but your body didn't remember the sensations, right?"

Mewtwo nodded slowly and Sasha continued.

"I do remember the sensations and feelings of N caring for me after I was attacked by..." Sasha shivered and rubbed a paw over her scruff slowly. "…in that case, it was...a pack of wild houndour, mightyena and a houndoom, rather than a singular houndoom owned by Archer."

Mewtwo stroked her ears soothingly and she sighed, nuzzling his paw lightly.

"Strange. At this point, I couldn't begin to offer a theory or explanation. I'm sorry," Mewtwo said. Sasha chuckled softly.

"It's fine, Mewtwo. Really. What's done is done and I'd much rather focus on the here and now, rather than puzzling out what happened in the past. If something else comes up in regards to it, well...then we can worry about it, alright?"

"If that is what you wish."

-

(7.3)

"And with that, I'm all caught up."

Mewtwo tossed the comic into the corner and stretched his arms above his head.

"Caught up with what?" Sasha asked with a yawn.

"Twelve years and a few months worth of comics, give or take a week."

The eevee stared at him, then at the small mountain of books.

"So that's about 150-something issues, right?" Sasha mused, crunching some numbers in her head.

"With an additional one hundred issues or so of supplemental material covering different side stories," Mewtwo replied.

"You have too much free time," the eevee said with a grin. Mewtwo shrugged.

"That's what happens when you become a recluse."

"Nerd."

"I'll take that as a compliment, freeloader."

-

(7.4)

"So, tell me about Ash's pokémon," Sasha said.

Mewtwo glanced up from his book on botany with an arched brow. "Hoping to get a leg up on the competition?"

"Seems only fair. I know I'm nowhere near his league, but I'd still like to know what they're capable of."

Mewtwo closed his book and tapped his fingers on the cover absently.

"Well, a decade ago, I know his team was capable of tackling legendary pokémon without problem. I know his pikachu managed to shock primal groudon and Ash regularly turns a supposed disadvantage into an advantage, usually in the heat of a battle to boot," Mewtwo said thoughtfully. "After the Cyrus fiasco...I'm not really sure. One downside to time fracturing and being restored is that a lot of development and power was lost, so his pokémon are nowhere near their old level of power."

He shrugged. "It's been a decade since then and Ash loves traveling. Usually winds up embroiled in one conflict or another, so maybe he's got that power back."

Sasha rolled her eyes. "So what you're saying is that I'm screwed."

"Don't sell yourself short," Mewtwo chided her. "Even if he brings his best team, there's always a chance of victory. Exploit their weaknesses, use your strengths, abuse what you've been given."

The eevee rested her chin on her paws and flicked her tail. "So just keep doing what I've been doing?"

"She can be taught. There's hope yet."

Sasha swiped at him and the clone caught her paw with his own and pulled her close, kissing her nose, causing the eevee to squeak.

Settling against him, Sasha stuck her tongue out.

"Have you ever participated in a League?" she asked.

Mewtwo shook his head. "No. Never been one for crowds and bragging rights."

Sasha nuzzled him. "It'd be good practice and you'd meet new people and make friends."

"I do that just fine by being your chaperone and chauffeur," Mewtwo replied dryly.

Sasha conceded the point.

-

(7.5)

Deep inside the Sinjoh Ruins, Arceus opened its eyes and frowned.

"I sense a disturbance in the..."

Its frown deepened as it got to its feet.

"What...is that? It...feels like a pokemon but it's so...warped."

Going over to the various time bubbles littering the Mystri Stage, Arceus began peering through them, searching for the anomaly.

"Did we...create this by merging the worlds? Or was this pre-destined?"

"My lord?" Mew asked from its perch on a pile of rubble.

"Hm?" Arceus said absently.

"What's going on?

"Something...ah. Ah," Arceus said triumphantly.

"'Ah'? What do you mean by 'ah'?" Mew asked, floating over.

"There's something in the Alolan timestream that's causing issues."

"Should I get started on restoring it?" Mew asked, waving a hand at Celebi who came over.

"...Yes. Please. There's...you don't feel anything?" Arceus mused. "Anything...wrong? I'm getting chills down my spine, as if there's something there that's me...yet...not."

Mew's lips thinned as it pressed them together. "I...think so? I felt something when Mewtwo was created, as if someone was always watching me. Is that what you're feeling?"

Arceus paced in agitation and sighed heavily. "I don't like this. We've made so much progress, yet it feels like Alola may make or break everything we've done. If that happens..."

"We'll deal with it when the time comes, alright?" Mew said soothingly.

Arceus plucked at the Alolan time stream carefully, brow furrowed in concentration.

"Celebi, have you noticed anything odd about this?" it asked the smaller legendary.

"If you're talking about the lack of anything possibly related to Ash Ketchum or any world-ending threat that seems to be inherent to untangling Cyrus' mess...yes, I have noticed that," the time traveler replied.

Arceus blinked as realization dawned.

"This is...not the past, but the future."

Celebi paused and crossed its arms. "So...we can now confirm Dialga's theory."

Arceus nodded grimly. "I need you to go tell him immediately."

Celebi saluted and vanished.

The Creator then turned back to the unfolding timeline, eyes narrowed.

"The deeper I probe, the more questions I have. What are you hiding, Alola?"

Arceus let out a soft hissing sound and abruptly vanished, leaving behind a thoroughly confused Mew.

"Well, time to get to work," the mirage pokemon said with a sigh, turning towards the fragments of Alola.

-

(7.6)

Mewtwo and Sasha gazed over the edge of the cliff at the lucario struggling to climb it.

"Hello," Mewtwo called, waving. "Are you enjoying yourself?"

The lucario glared up at them as it searched for a foothold. "I don't mean to be rude," he said curtly, "But this isn't as easy as it looks. I'd appreciate it if you didn't distract me."

"I don't suppose you could speed this up?" Sasha asked Mewtwo. "Use psychic or something to help him?"

"No!" the lucario said. "I do not want or need your help."

"He is trying to kill us, you realize," Mewtwo said dryly.

"And we're not taking him out while he's helpless on the side of a cliff because...?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Because that's not very sporting," Mewtwo said, sitting down, sending a cascade of rocks showering down on the lucario, who cursed up a storm.

"You did that on purpose," Sasha chided the clone, who wore a look of hurt innocence.

A few minutes later, the lucario pulled itself up and rolled onto his back with a wheeze.

"Why do you pursue us so doggedly?" Sasha asked.

"Because I seek the one who killed my father," the lucario replied.

"Oh goody, one of those pokemon," Mewtwo said with a sigh. Sasha tilted her head curiously.

"Meaning?" she prompted.

"Well, if there's anything I've picked up over the years, it's that some people will gladly manipulate pokemon into doing their jobs for them by slaughtering their loved ones and then blaming the crime on someone they want eliminated. In this case, apparently I'm a murderer," Mewtwo replied.

"You make it sound like you're not the one who killed my father," the lucario said, getting to his feet. A blue sword snapped to life from his hand and he brandished it at the clone. "However, I was told the identity of the murderer and you match the description perfectly!"

"Meanwhile, there's plenty of pokemon who are capable of shapeshifting or casting illusions," Mewtwo countered, idly pushing the blade out of his face. The lucario stared at the clone's hands with a frown before the sword vanished in a flash of light.

"You're not the killer," the aura pokemon stated.

"Good, that saves me from having to tell you my alibi," Mewtwo replied. "What tipped you off?"

"The killer had an extra digit on his hand."

Mewtwo picked Sasha up and she settled around his neck with a purr. "I'd like to help you, but your problems are not my problems and I'm already behind schedule as it is. I don't suppose you've heard of a man named Wes?"

"Is that what brings you to Orre?" the lucario asked, crossing his arms. "I've heard rumors he's out in the desert training. Other than that..."

"That's a great help. Thank you," Sasha replied. Mewtwo offered the lucario a respectful nod.

"Do you have a name?" Mewtwo asked.

"The baseborn are not given that privilege."

"Amarulence, then," Mewtwo said.

The lucario tilted his head. "What does that mean?"

"Bitterness, spite. Despite your lowborn status, you struck out and made a name for yourself. Admittedly, in a manner most of your kind would find deplorable, but a name nonetheless. Perhaps your name will change once you grow more as a pokemon," Mewtwo said, turning. "Best of luck to you, Amaru."

Amaru gazed at his hands, clenching them a few times before nodding curtly. "Once I have made a new name for myself, I will find you and tell you. Thank you, Mewtwo, for giving me this gift."

Mewtwo lifted a hand in farewell and teleported.

-

(7.7)

Arceus stretched its legs and got up.

"I am going for a walk," it said, trotting past Celebi, Giratina, Rayquaza and Reshiram, who were carefully untangling the various Unova time streams.

Receiving differing grunts of acknowledgement, the Alpha pokemon vanished.

Arceus popped back into being high above a route in Kanto. Orienting itself, the Original One then started looking around, muttering to itself.

"Knew he was around here somewhere...hm..."

It whirled as an explosion sent a geyser of rubble skyward and it stared down at the familiar figure of Ash Ketchum.

Setting down a safe distance away, Arceus settled in to watch. It wasn't long before Pikachu tugged on Ash's sleeve and pointed at their observer.

"Hey, Arceus, what brings you here?" Ash asked, waving for his pokemon to take a break.

"Curiosity, mostly. How goes your journey?"

"Quite well. Already have my eight badges for the League. Definitely looking forward to it. I hear Sasha's only got one more badge to get?"

Arceus blinked in surprise. "Oh? Eight already? Impressive. Sasha is working on her last as we speak. I was worried that the various restorations would have hampered your growth as a trainer, but it seems that's not the case?"

"I don't really care about that. As long as they remember everything we've been through together, that's enough for me," Ash replied. "That being said, I've not been idle. I met Red a few weeks ago and we battled to a draw. He's really strong. Gary and Blue too. Or was it Green? It gets rather confusing when they start talking about the events they've been through."

Arceus sighed and shook its head. "Merging universes was an extremely risky strategy, but it was the only way we stood a chance of preventing Cyrus from erasing everything."

"Well, you and your children have done a splendid job."

"I'm sorry we couldn't restore events to the way they were originally. Greninja no longer has its Battle Bond ability due to how events have changed."

Ash waved a hand. "Even without that, he's an extremely gifted pokemon. Really hit it off with Sceptile and Infernape, actually."

"So they'll be on your League team?"

Ash flexed his fingers and stretched his limbs. "I'm still deciding. I've got some forty pokemon all eager to give the League a try and it's awfully hectic at Oak's ranch."

"Seems quite hectic here too," Arceus remarked, taking in the blasted and scorched landscape. Ash winced.

"We...may have gotten a little carried away..." he admitted.

"Not a problem. I'll have Celebi remind me to restore this once you're done with it. Or I'll send Shaymin, Suicune and Virizion. It's quite hectic for us too."

Ash grinned. "Thank you for all your hard work."

Arceus dipped its head. "I shall leave you to your training then."

"Ready to get back to training, Pikachu?" Ash asked, turning to the mouse.

"I'm trying to come up with a name for that electric move I just did. Gigavolt seems...too bland," the electric-type mused.

"Why not Catastropika?" Pidgeot suggested.

"Now that's just being silly."

-

(7.8)

Mewtwo appeared in the middle of Giovanni's study, arms crossed as he stared at the man sitting at his desk.

"Mewtwo, you're late," the crime boss said, glancing at his pocket watch. It cracked, then shattered in his hand and he dropped the pieces without a word. "Been a while since I've seen you angry. What's got you bothered this time?"

"You promised to leave Sasha and I alone, yet you sent the data on the two of us to others. Why?"

"Answered your own question. I promised not to target you. Not my fault if my servers get hacked and the contents stolen by outside parties," Giovanni replied, stroking over his persian.

Mewtwo snorted. "Spucatum tauri."

"Nulla tenaci invia est via, Mewtwo. You of all pokémon should understand that," Giovanni replied. "Besides, even with his knowledge, Lysandre wasn't able to use Sasha to complete his goal of a beautiful world."

"So you admit you know what happened to your data," Mewtwo said. "Unfortunately, your story doesn't add up with what Sasha told me and I definitely trust her word over yours. She said Lysandre was sent the data."

Giovanni waved a hand. "In the end, it all worked out, thanks to your connections. I've had similar victories and setbacks with my own organization. I know how it works. Now, unless you have something else to talk about, I am a busy man-"

"Shut up."

Mewtwo's tone cut through Giovanni like a knife and the Rocket Boss leaned back, amused.

"If that is what you wish," he replied.

Mewtwo's eye twitched and he vanished.

Shaking his head, Giovanni rested his hand on the persian's head. "You'd think after a decade, he'd have lightened up. Even with his little morality pet, he's still prickly as ever."

With an amused chuckle, he returned to his work.

-

(7.9)

Mewtwo stared at the necklace in his hands, mind wandering as he sat alone in his room.

That is, until a weight settled onto the bed beside him.

"Who was she?"

Mewtwo rubbed over the locket silently before speaking.

"Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame."

Sasha tilted her head. "What's that?"

"A song between a lover and his beloved. Something from a different universe that haunts me."

Sasha gazed at him before nuzzling his paw. Mewtwo cupped her cheek and stroked her face gently.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, little one."

Sasha frowned and reluctantly nodded.

-

(7.10)

"Unhand me!"

Mewtwo stared at the squirming sack warily before opening the top of it and used his telekinesis to pull a thoroughly peeved eevee out of it.

"I've heard stories about you. Going around taking whatever you want without a care in the world. You're Mewtwo, aren't you?"

"The one and the same."

"Go to hell."

Mewtwo let out a dramatic gasp and clutched at his chest. "Such venom, Princess Sasha! Why do you attack me so?"

"Because you killed the one I loved!"

"Have I? I've killed many. The faces tend to blur after a while. Who was this lover of yours then? Some snooty noble house cat, I bet? Meowth or Persian? Skitty. Ooh, Delcatty, you look like a Delcatty lover."

Sasha glared at him. "I...never actually saw his face. Only ever heard his voice. We used to meet at night, me in my tower, him below..."

She sighed wistfully. "Then one day, I received word that Mewtwo had struck, wiping out several nearby villages and my love stopped visiting. And since you never take prisoners, I assumed my love was dead and hated you ever since."

"Yeah, and this is why I usually kill people, because they don't shut up."

"You dare to mock my pain?" Sasha growled.

"Life is pain, you highness," Mewtwo replied dryly. "Anyone who says otherwise is probably trying to sell you something."

Sasha bristled and looked away. "Put me down."

"If that is what you wish,"

Sasha whipped her head around, eyes wide. "You...you dare?! Mocking my deceased love like that? Just...die!"

Tangling herself around his ankles, Sasha watched with grim satisfaction as Mewtwo tumbled down the hill. She pricked her ears as his voice carried up to her.

"If...that...is...what...you...wish!"

"...Oh dear. This...he can't be...what have I done?"

Without a second thought, she threw herself after him.

...

Mewtwo glanced up from the book, eyebrows raised. "Really? You'd throw yourself off a cliff for me? I'm touched."

"Well, you're the one who kidnapped me in the first place without telling me who you were!" Sasha protested.

Mewtwo rubbed her ears with an amused smirk. "Well, at least our meeting wasn't as hectic as theirs, hm?"

"Shut up and keep reading."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(8.1)

Arceus gazed into the tangled time steam that encompassed the Alola region, tail flicking idly as it worked.

"I know you're in there, and I will find out why you remind me so much of myself."

Arceus paused in its work, mind slowly going over potential fixes and workarounds to speed up the process.

"...No, sending someone back in time to fix a problem before it becomes a problem never works. That's what got us into this mess and I do not want to deal with another Time Crash any time soon..."

It sighed gustily and got to its feet.

"I need to relieve some stress...CELEBI!" the Creator called, which caused the diminutive legendary to come flying over. "Feel free to tell the others I shall be giving out belly rubs for the next few hours."

Celebi let out a squee and vanished.

A few minutes later saw the majority of legendary pokémon sprawled out in bliss as Arceus put its thousand hands to work.

-

(8.2)

Mewtwo and Sasha sat across from the lucario who had been pursuing them since they'd entered Orre.

Between them, sitting on a large flat rock were two goblets filled with fresh berry juice.

The lucario stared at the goblets closely, eyes narrowed. "You think to trick me with this kind of ploy? What kind of idiot do you take me for?"

"A resourceful one," Mewtwo replied. "A simple game of the poisoned chalice. Plus, I went out of the way to pick a toxin that wasn't lethal. It's merely a sleeping solution. Once ingested, the target falls into a deep sleep for a while. Plenty of time for you to take us wherever your master wants us or plenty of time for Sasha and I to hide."

The lucario stroked its chin slowly as it stared at the cups. "Common sense says mine is the poisoned one. But that'd be too easy and predictable. The old guessing game. How many steps ahead did you plan for me to think? It's ultimately a fifty-fifty chance, which is better than most. However, you are a psychic type and thus can create illusions. Maybe there's only one cup and the other is a trap. Perhaps both of these cups are poisoned and there's a third one hidden that you'll swap with yours once we commit to a cup."

Mewtwo arched an eyebrow. "Well, you are correct in one thing. There are three goblets. One for me, one for you..." He waved a hand and there was a brief shimmer before a third goblet materialized. "And one for Sasha."

Sasha blinked in surprise and looked at it warily.

The lucario crossed its arms and frowned. "Well, that does make things interesting. From a fifty percent chance to thirty-three. But since the new cup is the freshest of the batch, that could mean it's not poisoned."

"And how sure of that are you?" Mewtwo asked.

"Not enough to choose it."

Mewtwo grinned. "If only one cup is poisoned, that means unless both Sasha and I drink the tainted drinks, one of us will be able to stop you."

The lucario sighed and picked up the glass in front of Mewtwo.

Mewtwo retrieved the one from the lucario's side of the table and held the other one to Sasha's lips.

"Down the hatch then."

All three drank deeply.

Mewtwo watched as both Sasha and the lucario fell off their seats.

"The perks of being a psychic-type is having subtle ways to negate status afflictions," Mewtwo said wryly, body briefly glowing green from the effects of Safeguard.

He scooped Sasha into his arms and cradled her close before teleporting away.

-

(8.3)

"Do legendary pokémon have their own unique names?"

Mewtwo carefully measured some seasoning before adding it into the pan he was tending to before answering.

"Some of them do. Usually the lower-tier ones, such as the elemental birds, regis and the lati. I know some celebi and mew give themselves names to tell themselves apart as well."

"Do you know any?" Sasha asked, curled up on the couch, head resting on the arm as she watched him cook.

"I know a mew named Citlali who had an annoying tendency to poke his nose into my romantic life."

"You said had," Sasha noted.

"Funny how finding a romantic partner tends to shut them up. Last I heard he was in Sinnoh doing some research on Arceus' behalf," Mewtwo said, putting the pan on a low simmer before joining Sasha on the couch.

His paws kneaded through Sasha's fur and she nestled close, purring contentedly.

"Before you ask, no, I have not ever given myself a unique name. Oftentimes people assign their own nicknames to me. Cass and Sabrina usually gave me cat-themed ones and Rei simply called me Mewtwo while she was my dove."

Sasha pushed her head into Mewtwo's caresses and opened an eye. "How'd Rei take the fact you found someone else?"

"She shipped me with you long before you told me about your feelings, so she was happy I'd found someone else,"

"I know the feeling," Sasha muttered. "Some of the pokémon from the abandoned apartment building did the same."

"Same for some legendary pokémon," said a new voice.

Mewtwo and Sasha jumped in surprise as a mew popped into view.

"Heya Mewtwo. Nice to see you back among civilization. How was your sojourn?"

"Citlali," Mewtwo said neutrally. "I had a feeling you'd show up. You always did have the most interesting sense of time."

"What'd you expect from the oldest pokémon species?" the mew said with a grin.

Mewtwo snorted and moved Sasha off his lap to go check on the food.

Citlali hovered around Sasha, who followed the legendary with her eyes.

"I've heard quite a bit about you. News of you had spread all the way out to Sinnoh. Pokémon taking the league challenge always stir up more interest than some trainer from a random town."

The mew stilled his movements and crossed his arms. "Meanwhile, you also have the advantage of having Mewtwo as a friend. That's...surprising."

"How do you know him?" Sasha asked.

"I come from a different dimension where Giovanni regained his memory of Mewtwo and sent his old girlfriend to kill him. Good times..."

Citlali's eyes wandered around the room and he pricked his ears. With a frown, he teleported, startling Sasha. The mew reappeared, holding a familiar necklace.

"...Strange that he still has this," the mew remarked. "I'd have thought he'd gotten over collecting strays." The necklace jerked itself from his paws and flew into Mewtwo's as the clone brought in two dishes.

"You have overstayed your welcome," Mewtwo said quietly. "Have a good rest of the evening."

Citlali stared at the clone for a moment before he smiled, nodded and vanished.

Mewtwo sighed heavily and shook his head. "Still as irritating as ever. No sense of personal space or privacy."

He stirred the thin noodles in front of him absently before staring at Sasha, who had a sauce mustache from her eager eating.

She licked her face clean.

"You don't sound like you enjoy his company," Sasha said.

Mewtwo nodded. "We've never really seen eye to eye on some things. He believes in the superiority of original pokémon back while I was cloning pokémon. The only reason he puts up with me is because I'm carrying mew genes. Were I just some amalgamate of pokémon, he'd probably have killed me without batting an eye."

Sasha frowned. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Mewtwo waved a paw dismissively. "He's matured a lot over the past two decades."

"Sounds like he has some interesting stories to tell about your childhood," Sasha mused.

"From a timeline that is no longer relevant," Mewtwo said.

"…Very well."

-

(8.4)

Sasha peered over Mewtwo's shoulder as the clone flew over the Orre desert.

"So all we've got is the word of a semi-murderous lucario that Wes may be somewhere out here. Any particular reason we're risking our necks?"

"Because Arceus asked us nicely to go check since the rest of his Chosen were tied up with other matters," Mewtwo replied, scanning the ground with his eyes, ears, aura and psychic abilities.

Sasha sighed and shook her head. "Things are never dull around you, are they?"

"Believe me, I've had some months that absolutely dragged on with no excitement in life."

"Oh? Did your harem ignore you?" Sasha asked dryly.

Mewtwo almost fell out of the sky and he craned his head to stare at her incredulously.

"My what?!"

"Well, before I met you, you had Amber Fuji, Sabrina and Cassandra as your partners, so I didn't think you'd be lacking in company," Sasha said.

Mewtwo rubbed his head. "Problem with that idea is Amber and Cassandra were both from alternate realities. In this timeline, I've never...actually had a physical relationship before Rei and you. Sabrina was a friend, nothing more."

"Oh? So you didn't have sex with her before I got my badge?" Sasha asked, tilting her head.

"No. We just helped each other clear our minds and come to terms with conflicting memories."

Sasha went silent, ears flicking in the wind.

Mewtwo returned to scanning the ground and slowed. "I found something."

Landing, the duo approached an opening leading into a small canyon. As they entered it, Sasha's fur rippled uneasily.

"You sense it too?" Mewtwo murmured. Sasha nodded.

"We're being watched," she replied, looking around.

Mewtwo closed his eyes and rested a hand on the wall. "What is this pressure...?"

"There!" Sasha yiped, moments before the walls exploded. Mewtwo had already leaped backwards, hands blazing with energy as shapes shrouded in shadow surged forward.

Mewtwo narrowed his eyes and Sasha jumped off his shoulders, giving him room to maneuver. The eevee glanced back, then up, seeing movement at the top of the canyon. The ground shook and the walls collapsed, closing off the entrance.

"Not entirely useful since we can fly or teleport, but certainly intimidating, I guess," Sasha remarked. She turned and saw Mewtwo holding several shadowy pokémon in the air with his telekinesis.

"I'd heard of Cipher's Shadow Pokémon project, but I thought they had all been purified," Mewtwo said, gazing at the pokémon closely. He perked up at a sound further down the canyon. "Show yourself."

A man wearing a long blue coat with silver hair came into view, palms outward. Mewtwo relaxed and gave him a nod.

"Wes. We've been looking for you."

Wes smiled slightly. "Thanks for your concern. I'd been tracking down Cipher's remaining caches of Shadow Pokémon and was purifying them when they went into a frenzy."

Sasha gazed up at the pokémon curiously. "What's a Shadow pokémon?"

"Pokémon whose hearts have been closed through artificial means," Wes replied. "Emotionless fighting machines."

Sasha glanced at Mewtwo with a raised brow and he rolled his eyes.

"Don't even think about comparing me to them," he grumbled. Wes returned the pokémon to their balls and sat down. An umbreon and espeon poked their heads out from a pile of rocks.

"Ah, I thought I heard voices," the umbreon said, coming out and rubbed against Wes's leg. The espeon curled in his lap and licked at his face worryingly.

"Are you alright?" she asked fretfully. Wes chuckled and rubbed her ears.

"I'm fine. These two came along and sorted things out," he said.

"There were a few other pokémon who collapsed the walls," Sasha said. "Not sure what happened to them."

Wes rubbed his temples and sighed deeply. "Probably some of the local pokémon hunting. Most likely fled once things settled down though; they've never been too terribly brave. Rui has better luck talking to them than I do though."

"And where is Rui now?" Mewtwo asked.

"With Michael and Jovi, helping with the purifying process."

"There's different ways of purification then?" Sasha asked curiously. Wes nodded.

"I usually purified them by spending time with them, helping them reopen their hearts. Got help from a celebi a few times and then there's a technological way to do it...Orre has gotten much busier as of late and it's hectic at times."

Sasha nodded before glancing up at the sky, which was slowly turning yellow as the sun neared the horizon.

"So we've established Wes is alive and has things under control, so...is our work here done?" she asked.

"The business, certainly, but that hardly means our time in Orre is over," Mewtwo said. "There's plenty of sights to see and events to check out. It's not like you have anything else planned, right?"

Sasha nodded and jumped onto his shoulder. Mewtwo turned to Wes.

"Care for a lift?"

Wes shook his head. "Nah, I've got my bike."

"Very well. Perhaps we'll see you around," Mewtwo said with a nod.

They left, clearing the canyon entrance on their way out and teleported to Phenac City to clean up and rest.

-

(8.5)

"How are you feeling?"

Sasha blinked as Mewtwo's voice cut through her wandering thoughts and guided her back to reality.

"Nervous," Sasha admitted. "This is the league, after all. The best of the best are gonna be here and on top of that, I get to face full teams of six pokémon."

"They do have rules about that. Depending on how well the battle goes, you can be healed after every two, three or four pokémon. Or if you're really sure of yourself, none."

"And it's not really unfair since all the pokémon you're facing are rested while constant fighting will wear even the best trained pokémon down," Sasha reasoned. Mewtwo nodded as he looked around the crowded venue.

"Ah, there's Ash. Shall we go say hello?"

They made their way over to the trainer from Pallet who was deep in conversation with another man.

As they neared, the conversation ended and Pikachu tapped Ash's head before pointing towards Mewtwo and Sasha.

"You made it!" Ash said excitedly. "I was stoked to hear you'd gotten your last badge."

Sasha's ears warmed and she dipped her head. "It was fun and I'm looking forward to seeing the matches." She hesitated before glancing around at the competition. "And participating myself."

"I'm sure you'll do great," Pikachu said. "I was nervous about my first league too."

"Did you win?" Sasha asked.

"Before Cyrus screwed with time...no. The second time around, yes."

"Sounds like you had fun," Sasha replied, turning her attention back to Ash, who had been talking with Mewtwo.

"You're not using Mega Evolution?" Mewtwo asked in surprise.

Ash shrugged. "None of the pokémon I chose could use it."

"Fair enough. Good luck with your matches."

Ash turned his attention to Sasha. "See you down the line. Don't forget to have fun."

"I will," Sasha replied, relaxing. Ash turned with a wave and walked off.

-

(8.6)

Sasha ran through the forest, breath exploding from her lungs as she dodged, rolled and leaped to avoid the attacks of her pursuer.

Chancing a glance behind her, she saw a brief flash of pink in the trees behind her and she bit back a whimper.

The ground beneath her feet suddenly wasn't there anymore and she screamed as she was dragged backwards. Her body moved of its own accord, bringing her face-to-face with her tormentor.

"Hello," the mew said cheerfully. "As fun as this has been, I'm getting tired of it."

The creature's blue eyes bored into the eevee's. "How odd for a simple shiny pokémon like yourself to have Arceus' blessing. No, I'd say that's impossible."

Its grip tightened around the eevee.

"Tell me how you got this power!"

Sasha squirmed uselessly in the powerful telekinetic grip.

"I-I don't know!" she mewled, panting for breath. The mew narrowed its eyes with a scowl and growled.

"Well, in that case, I'm fine with-"

Sasha's body then flashed a blinding white and the mew let go of her with a shriek of agony.

"You little-!" Pawing at its watering eyes, the mew glared around, looking for the distinct coat of its prey.

"If that's how you want to play…" the mew said with a sigh, lifting a paw.

The ground trembled, the trees shaking before the entire forest was torn from the ground, sending thousands of bug and flying-type pokémon into the air in surprise.

Among the roots of a tree, Sasha braced herself. Glancing around, she couldn't see the pokémon that had started this whole mess and she grimaced. Leaping down amid a shower of dirt, she rolled on the ground to mask her silvery coat before she picked a direction and ran, hoping to distance herself-

"There you are."

Sasha froze before turning to see the mew shaking its head.

"Really, you never stood a chance. While I can't take our Lord's blessing from you…I can certainly do…"

The mew's voice trailed off as its brow furrowed. "…Yeah, I like that idea."

Sasha stared at the pokémon blankly, confused.

Darting forward, the mew touched her forehead.

"Remove these memories and then…"

There was a flash of light and Sasha found herself bombarded by freezing water. It took her a moment to realize she was paw-deep in snow.

Looking around, she wondered where she was, and how she'd gotten here. Her head felt heavy and she had trouble recalling what had happened in the last hour. Shivering in the cold, she looked around for some form of shelter from the harsh weather and was soon swallowed by the snow.

-

(8.7)

"Hmmm..."

Sasha pricked her ears and looked up at Mewtwo from her position against his side, head resting on the psychic's leg.

"What's that noise for?"

Mewtwo turned a page in the book he was reading and stroked her ears absently. "Says here that there's a number of pokémon where the male/female ratio is seven to one respectively. Pokémon such as bulbasaur, charmander, squirtle, lucario and...eeveelutions."

Sasha arched an eyebrow. "Is there a point to this train of thought?"

"Well, given how rare female eevee apparently are, wouldn't it make sense to have multiple partners to maximize the chance of keeping the balance?" Mewtwo asked, eyes gleaming.

Sasha's face went blank for a moment before her ears heated up and she looked away. "W-what, like a harem or something?"

"Precisely."

Sasha grimaced and shook her head. "While I'll admit that I've had my fair share of partners over the years, the thought of settling down with one has never crossed my mind. Never mind...multiple partners."

Mewtwo closed his book and rested his head on a hand, gazing down at her. Sasha gazed at her paws to avoid looking at him.

"I take it you detest harems because of your treatment by Team Rocket and Team Flare?" Mewtwo asked gently. Sasha flinched before nodding.

"On top of that, the horror stories I've heard about some breeders," Sasha replied. "I'd much rather be with one single partner who understands and accepts me, flaws and all. I...could maybe accept having two, but only if they loved one another like they loved me."

"An equal relationship, then," Mewtwo replied, stroking over Sasha tenderly. "Not one built around a domination and submission."

"Pretty much," Sasha said. "I'm comfortable with what we have, little as it is. I don't mind you going off with Sabrina or Rei now and again since I can't...ah..."

She was cut off by Mewtwo's fingers pressing into her sides and she squirmed. Mewtwo lifted her into his arms and nuzzled her ear.

"You and I are both well aware there's other kinds of intimacy and you've shown no hesitation in exploring other avenues of love," the feline teased, nipping affectionately at her ears.

Sasha giggled and turned in his grasp so she could place her paws on his cheeks.

"You're right," she purred.

Mewtwo's lips explored her face before she pulled away and smiled at him.

No more words were needed as they closed the distance between themselves.

-

(8.8)

Sasha and Sabrina's green-eyed espeon wandered the streets of Saffron, taking in the sights.

The espeon glanced at his companion and flicked his tail against Sasha's side gently to get her attention.

"You're drifting," he said. "Something bothering you?"

Sasha took a moment to get her bearings, stepping out of the way of some people who stared at her coat curiously before moving on.

"I was just..." Sasha hesitated before continuing on. "You remind me of an old friend from my childhood in Unova. He also had green eyes. He was an eevee at the time, of course, but eye color usually carries over during evolution, so I thought..."

Espeon's ears drooped. "I am sorry, but I have no memories of ever going to Unova, or ever knowing an eevee with your coloration."

Sasha sighed and nodded. "Figured as much. He was...very kind and caring. My first love, actually."

Espeon frowned before looking away. Sasha flattened her ears.

"Look, I'm not...projecting him on to you or anything," she said awkwardly. Espeon laughed.

"I believe you. It's just that I'm not used to being mistaken for someone else. Even if most pokémon of a species look alike; we have ways of telling each other apart, whether it's by name, height, age, smell or scars..."

He sighed. "It does get rather lonely around here though. Don't meet a lot of eeveelutions around these parts. Funny, considering the traffic that passes through and the gym battles I've had."

"If you want to screw, you only have to ask," Sasha replied bluntly.

Espeon tripped over his paws and faceplanted into the ground. Cheeks and ears burning, he stared at the shiny eevee who met his wide-eyed stare with an amused one of her own.

"I...uh...that's...erm...but...Mewtwo-" he squeaked.

"-Doesn't mind," Sasha said. "Neither of us are in a closed relationship. We're just...close friends. Really close. Besides, we're not...exactly...intimacy with him is hard due to size difference. I mean in terms of body size, not...ya know..." she added hastily.

She made a crude gesture and Espeon meekly nodded.

"So?" Sasha asked, flicking her tail.

Espeon stared at the brazen eevee who leaned forward and gave his nose a kiss.

"Alright," he said. "That's doable."

Sasha purred and they teleported from the middle of the sidewalk.

-

(8.9)

Sasha was lying on her back in front of the fireplace, warming herself as the wind and snow howled outside the window.

Mewtwo knelt by her and placed a bowl of cocoa beside her. Sniffing the warm drink, Sasha then blew on it gently with Frost Breath to chill it before taking a sip.

"It's cold enough inside without you doing that," Mewtwo chided her gently, giving her ear an affectionate tweak. Sasha batted at him with her paws and grinned.

"Well, when you insist on serving me boiling water, then I see nothing wrong with preserving my tender lips and tongue from its hotness," she replied. Mewtwo arched an eyebrow and chuckled, taking a sip from his own drink.

If he felt any discomfort from the steaming beverage, he didn't show it outwardly. The clone then waved a hand, bringing an armchair and blanket closer to the fire.

Sasha watched in amusement as the clone promptly bundled himself in the blanket and took a seat.

"Now I know how a metapod feels," the replica said with a content sigh. "The weather outside is quite frightful, but inside is most delightful."

Sasha stared at him strangely before she jumped into his lap and curled up, enjoying the warmth from the genetic pokemon and fire.

"So this is...what, almost a year that we've been together?" she asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"I'll admit I didn't glance at the calendar when I first picked you up from Mount Silver, but that feels about right," Mewtwo replied, telekinetically stroking the eevee's fur.

Sasha relaxed and purred drowsily. "And what a maybe-year we've had, hm?"

Mewtwo snorted. "That's one way of putting it, yes. Not nearly as many life-and-death situations as I'm used to, actually."

The shiny pokemon gazed at him with a frown and Mewtwo shrugged within the confines of his cocoon.

"Trouble tends to find me whether I like it or not. Whether it's some evil team or an idiot trainer who thinks to add me to their collection or even a legendary pokemon who thinks man-made pokemon are inferior to natural-born pokemon."

Sasha's frown deepened and she nestled close. Mewtwo closed his eyes and freed an arm to touch her head gently, stroking her cheek.

"It's nothing you need to worry about, Sasha. There's nothing for you to worry about as long as you're with me."

Sasha sighed and rubbed her cheek against his fingers, red eyes locked on violet.

"And what of the day when I'm not?" she asked. "What if I do settle down with someone and raise a family?"

"Then find someone who you can protect and can do the same for you," Mewtwo replied. "Find someone that can make you laugh and smile; someone who can evoke emotions from in you even when they're not there with you. A mere thought can warm you as much as a touch. I've...had things like that before and the feeling is something I can't put into words."

"Then show me," Sasha replied, standing on her hind paws, front paws resting on the blanket as she lightly nuzzled his face.

Mewtwo's lips twitched in amusement as he pulled Sasha into his cocoon, wrapping her in his arms as he rested his chin on her head, mind brushing against hers as he poured his affection into her. Sasha shivered and closed her eyes with a happy sigh.

-

(8.10)

Sasha snuggled into Mewtwo's arms and sighed, nuzzling his chest.

The replica stroked over her soft fur and kissed the top of her head.

"Something on your mind?" he asked.

Sasha shook her head and gazed up at him. Kneading his chest with her paws, she then nuzzled his cheek and purred.

"You two are not easy to find."

Mewtwo let out a hiss as Sasha tensed, fur standing up as her claws sank into his arm and chest. Petting the spooked pokémon, the clone turned to see Arceus rising towards them.

"Interesting place you chose...not a lot of pokémon can even fly this high, aside from my children and I," Arceus said, looking around.

"I find the upper Mesosphere quite soothing, since you're away from the light and noise of civilization," Mewtwo replied evenly as Sasha fretted over his minor wounds.

Arceus chuckled and nodded, looking around. "And the view is quite lovely too."

"Why are you here?" Sasha asked, tail flicking in irritation.

"I'd like you two to go to Alola," Arceus said simply.

"Any particular reason why?" Mewtwo asked.

"I'd rather not bother my Chosen with it and you two seem like you could use a vacation after your League venture," Arceus said.

"Hm...I've heard interesting things about Alola. It's not like any other region and while it does have an Elite Four, it's not set up like a gym challenge," Sasha mused.

"Someone has been reading traveling brochures again," Mewtwo teased. Sasha stuck her tongue out at him.

"So you'll go?" Arceus asked.

Mewtwo and Sasha exchanged glances before they both nodded.

Without another word, Arceus vanished and Mewtwo gazed up at the field of stars and planets that littered the vast open space above them.

"There's something Arceus wasn't telling us," Sasha murmured.

"I noticed that as well. Guess we'll find out what's going on when we get to Alola."

"I can't wait."

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(9.1)

Cyrus floated in a void, arms crossed over his chest as he went over the events of his defeat.

Every time he went back and tried to enact his plan, something came along to disrupt it, whether it was one kid, two kids, a pokémon or divine intervention, his dream of a perfect world never reached fruition.

There had been one time, countless repeats ago, where he had succeeded, but soon after, everything had shattered and he had found himself stuck in an endless loop of failures.

"So how do I get out of this?" he asked aloud.

"You know the answer to that."

"Accept that the world is fine as it is and give up my dream? Never gonna happen," Cyrus growled, before blinking and composing himself.

"Emotion, yet peace, which is a lie," he said, closing his eyes.

One day, he knew he would break this cursed loop. Everything would work itself out in the end, as he had foreseen.

"Through knowledge, I gain wisdom. Through wisdom, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken...yes...the chains...red as my blood and clearer than crystals. One to bind time, one to bind space..."

Giratina watched the rambling human from the shadows before flitting away to report to Arceus.

-

(9.2)

"I have a question for you."

Sasha flicked her ears, eyes closed, to show Mewtwo she was paying attention from her perch on his chest, purring as his hand stroked through her fur.

"Were you ever put into a poké ball? When Team Rocket captured you, or afterwards?"

Sasha opened her eyes and frowned, thinking back.

"No, I don't think I have ever been in one. Why?"

Mewtwo sat up, seamlessly transferring Sasha to his lap as he rolled his head, sighing as the bones popped. "Well, since we're heading off to Alola, where neither of us are well-known, odds are we'll have some idiot throwing poké balls at us for some reason or another."

Sasha's brows went from low to high. "Speaking from experience?"

It was Mewtwo's turn to scowl and even though the ire wasn't directed at her, Sasha was keenly aware of his fury.

"I've had some experience, yes," he said simply. "Now then, back to you...I was wondering if maybe you'd consent to being at least registered in a poké ball so you couldn't be captured by one."

Sasha nodded after a moment. "I don't see a downside, even though most of the times I've been captured usually involve drugs or good old fashioned nets instead of convenient things like poké balls."

"Any particular type you'd like?" Mewtwo asked, waving a hand as several dozen poké balls suddenly popped into view. Scanning them, Sasha eventually settled on what Mewtwo called the Cherish Ball.

The other balls vanished and Mewtwo gently tapped it against her forehead.

The ball snapped open as Sasha dissolved into silver energy and was sucked in. Closing with a click, the ball shook once before letting out a confirmation beep.

Mewtwo stroked the ball tenderly before releasing Sasha, who wobbled a bit before shaking herself.

"That was...interesting," she said. At Mewtwo's inquisitive stare, she elaborated. "It felt like I was sleeping, or in some kind of barely-aware state. I knew where I was and how I got there, but didn't really have a desire to leave."

Mewtwo smiled as he then opened the ball to stare at the interior. "I've been inside a poké ball a few times. Never in this timeline, but I have memories of being held in a Master Ball when traveling with Red on his journey."

With a flick of his fingers, a red device popped into view.

"And now I can register you to my pokédex."

Sasha watched curiously as Mewtwo flipped open the device and placed the poké ball on a screen, which glowed briefly before a picture of a shiny eevee popped onto the screen with a small list of technical details, such as height and weight, below it.

"About what I was expecting," Mewtwo said. "Never really gained back the weight you lost when you were recovering from being frozen though, even after all this time."

"Is that bad?" Sasha asked, stomach clenching uncomfortably.

"In your case...I don't think so. Height and weight obviously varies among a species, and the 'dex only ever provides an average for each."

"I see," Sasha said, staring at the Cherish Ball.

-

(9.3)

Brock and Misty were chatting about the League matches when Misty suddenly went silent and then grinned.

Brock turned to see a man and woman walk up to them. Two kids were holding onto the male's hands, giggling and chattering rapid-fire, to which the male replied with soft replies.

"Well, well, can't say I imagined running into you here," the woman said as the male freed his hands to remove his sunglasses.

"Almost makes me want to burst out into our motto for old times' sake," he said.

"Jessie, James," Brock said politely. "How's life been treating you?"

"Well enough. Where's the twerp?" Jessie asked, keeping one eye on the kids.

Brock waved a hand towards the field, where Ash was in the middle of a battle.

"Still using the classics," James said with a tsk. "You'd think he'd be using the newer 'mons instead of having them on ranch duty."

"And how would you know where they are?" Misty asked suspiciously.

"Just because we're no longer active members of Team Rocket doesn't mean we don't have access to their databases," Jessie said. "Jim, pay attention, this is important."

One of the kids pouted before sighing and swinging their arms.

"Ah, so you've officially retired?" Brock asked in surprise.

"Gotta pass the torch and all that," James said, leaning on the railing with the other child to watch Ash send Pikachu put against a Mawile, which promptly Mega Evolved. "And that is what happens when a trainer shares a bond with their pokémon, Miller."

"Still gym leaders?" Jessie asked.

"I take turns with my sisters," Misty said.

"Most of the time, although I'm showing the ropes to my siblings as well," Brock said.

"Definitely reminds me of old times," Jessie said, stretching her arms above her head. "If only Meowth was here..."

"Where is he?" Brock asked.

"Got a promotion," James said dismissively. "Giovanni's persian died some years back, and he jumped at the opportunity."

"Uh...congratulations?" Misty said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, that's just how things are nowadays," James said. "Times change, and so must we."

"And it's time for us to find the betting stalls and lay it all on Ash," Jessie said, rubbing her hands together. "Come along, Jim, Miller."

"You and everyone else," James muttered with a shake of his head.

"What was that?" Jessie growled.

"Nothing, dear Jessie," James said meekly.

Misty watched them go and chuckled. "Wow. They really haven't changed, have they?"

"Old habits die hard," Brock agreed.

-

(9.4)

"So, how do you deal with people who want to catch you?" Sasha asked as Mewtwo brushed her fur.

"Laugh at them before wiping their memory and teleporting them to the nearest pokémon center," the replica said. "There's been a few times where I've done that to pokémon who stumbled across me by accident as a knee-jerk reaction."

Sasha gazed at him, head tilted as he scratched her ears. "Have you ever done that to me?"

"There were a few close calls back when I first met you, yes, but I grew out of that within a few days," Mewtwo replied, massaging her paws.

Sasha thought back to that period and remembered Mewtwo had sometimes hesitated whenever seeing her.

"Was that something Sabrina helped you with?"

Mewtwo's face went blank for a moment before he nodded slowly. "Back then, I was doing it subconsciously and the Kanto League took issue with that and dispatched Sabrina to deal with it."

"Before or after you met Ash?" Sasha asked.

"After," Mewtwo said, stroking her tail. "It had become a defense mechanism so that I wouldn't be used by people like Giovanni."

"And the reason he's still walking around without a care in the world doing evil deeds is...?"

"Nobody can prove anything and he's got everything so deeply buried it'd take years to unravel his role in it," Mewtwo said with a sigh.

"And the reason you don't forcibly extract a confession?" Sasha prodded.

"Manners, Sasha," Mewtwo said dryly. "It's what separates us from the animals."

"Hm...I'm sure some day he'll slip up and get destroyed."

"I await that day most eagerly."

-

(9.5)

Mewtwo woke up to an unfamiliar weight on his chest and he frowned before craning his head to see what had decided to use him as a pillow in the middle of the night.

His eyes swiftly adjusted to the gloom and he frowned at the sight of the eevee he had rescued.

Part of him wanted to shove her off, but it was tempered by the fact he knew she wasn't fully recovered and he took a moment to marvel at her stubborn nature.

Laying his head back, he sighed silently, dragging a hand over his face. He had initially dismissed the possibility of the eevee getting attached to him, but as the days passed and her body healed, she revealed herself as the type of pokémon who thrived with a companion.

Her mind was as sharp as her tongue and he found himself amused by her antics and how she acted like a maiden around her crush. He idly examined that thought before dismissing it.

The mere thought of the two of them in a relationship was as absurd as the likes of Giovanni or Ghetsis turning over a new leaf and using their organizations for the betterment of the pokémon world.

Comforted by the thought, Mewtwo drifted off to sleep and when morning came around, the eevee was noticeably absent from his bed and didn't bring it up in their conversations.

Over time, she became bolder and started coming into his room before he had fallen asleep, curling up against his side without a word and Mewtwo couldn't find the strength to push her away.

By the time they had admitted their feelings to one another, they spent more nights together than alone and had been inseparable ever since.

-

(9.6)

Sasha stared at the snorlax that was blocking the eastern path out of Saffron.

Granted, it wasn't much of an issue to go around it for pokémon trainers, but for the average citizen, it caused problems.

Turning her attention from the snorlax, she idly watched Mewtwo interact with Sabrina, who had come with several of her students and a Nurse Joy to help with the problem, and she took note of the various expressions that crossed the clone's face as he chatted privately with the gym leader.

They seemed to be arguing over something - likely how to remove the snorlax and Mewtwo didn't seem happy with Sabrina's solution.

The eevee's jaw then dropped as Mewtwo flicked his wrist, tossing the snorlax bodily through the air and off the path.

"Mewtwo!" Sabrina barked. "That was uncalled for!"

"You would be here until mid-afternoon if we did things your way," Mewtwo replied patiently. Sasha blinked in surprise at Mewtwo's inclusion of her in the conversation and she trotted closer. "I merely accelerated the process."

Sabrina's face had gone stony and Sasha glanced worriedly at Mewtwo.

"Come on," the eevee said, startling the two psychics as she bumped into Mewtwo's legs. "What's done is done. Don't make it worse by saying anything more."

Sabrina rubbed the bridge of her nose with a growl and directed a few of the students and Nurse Joy to make sure the snorlax was okay.

"Just leave," she said tiredly. "We'll take it from here."

Mewtwo scooped Sasha into his arms and the duo left the outskirts of the city.

"You gonna tell me what that was about?" Sasha asked after a few minutes.

"I stand by my actions," Mewtwo said.

"Yeah, but maybe you could've been a little nicer about it? How would you feel if someone kicked you out of bed?"

Mewtwo was silent and Sasha took mild satisfaction from the look of guilt on the replica's face.

"Did Sabrina have a different idea in mind for dealing with it?" Sasha asked.

"Something something leverage, blah blah physics," Mewtwo said airily. "Typical human thinking."

Sasha's paw met her face with a slap.

-

(9.7)

"Mewtwo, what do you do in your free time?" Sasha asked as she followed the clone from their bedroom.

"Eat, sleep, read, knit, go outside and brood for unhealthy lengths of time..." Mewtwo said, ticking off his fingers. "And then there's the usual things any lonely male without any female company does when they're alone. What about you?"

Once she'd gotten over her sudden coughing fit, Sasha answered. "When you're not around, sometimes I sleep. Other times I go for walks. I also made friends with the pokemon living below the apartment you had when you first found me."

Mewtwo made a face as he entered the kitchen and opened the freezer to pull out a loaf of bread. "Ah, so you met Aiedail and his mate?"

"You know them?" Sasha asked in surprise.

"Not as well as you, I suspect. But we have crossed paths now and again. There's more to that pair of absol than you'd think, but they're exceptionally vague about their pasts."

"From your tone, I can tell that bothers you a lot more than you let on," Sasha noted.

"Just feels weird seeing myself from another perspective," Mewtwo grumbled, catching the bread as the toaster spat it out.

"Can't imagine why," Sasha replied, nibbling on her toast.

-

(9.8)

"What's all this?" Sasha asked, weaving through a stack of papers littering the floor of the apartment.

"Catching up on my manuscripts," Mewtwo replied, typing on no fewer than three different computers.

Sasha blinked in surprise. "You're an author?"

"On and off," Mewtwo replied.

Sasha found a short stack and started reading. "There's a typo here. And here…and there…goodness, this is almost unreadable…"

The papers were snatched from her and she glanced at Mewtwo to see a faint blush on his face.

"Well, since you seem so eager, you can be my editor," the clone said. "You can start with these."

He irately dropped a stack of pages in front of the eevee, completely obscuring her from view.

-

(9.9)

Sasha and Mewtwo occasionally sparred, the former using it to relieve stress and practice using her ability while the latter used it to keep himself from going stir-crazy.

During one of their sessions, Sasha suddenly started glowing.

"Uh...Mewtwo?" the eevee asked, fidgeting. "What's going on?"

"You appear to be evolving," he replied, stepping closer to her.

"But I don't want to evolve!" Sasha squeaked.

"Then don't."

Sasha glared at him before closing her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration.

The glow dimmed, but didn't vanish and she gritted her teeth, her fur starting to ripple.

Mewtwo flexed his fingers before gently placing them on either side of her head.

"This might sting a bit..."

He then knocked her unconscious with a quick mental bolt and was pleased to see the glow fade entirely.

"I am so glad that worked," he muttered before picking her up and teleported away.

One quick stop at the Celadon Department Store to pick up an Everstone later, Mewtwo then reappeared in their Saffron apartment and laid Sasha on the couch. He stroked her ears lightly before removing her collar and sat down at his writing desk, moving things aside to give himself room to work.

He turned the Everstone over in his fingers before he levitated it and started picking at it carefully with Aura-infused fingers, breaking it into evenly-sized pieces.

He took Sasha's collar and laid it out before resting the pieces of the Everstone on it, evenly spaced. The clone then used his power to fuse the stones to the collar.

Examining his handiwork, he perked up as Sasha stirred behind him with a groan.

"What happened?" she asked groggily. Mewtwo turned to see her looking around, holding a paw to her no doubt aching head.

"I knocked you out," Mewtwo said, getting to his feet. Sasha looked at him in surprise, then at the collar in his hand. Her paw unconsciously darted to her neck and she grimaced.

"This should help," Mewtwo said as he clipped her collar back on and Sasha relaxed with a contented sigh.

"I can definitely feel the difference," she said with a smile. "The evolution energy felt like...a pressure building in my chest, seeking an exit, but now..."

She gazed at him and lifted her paws, wiggling them. Mewtwo rolled his eyes and picked her up. Resting her paws on his chest, she gave his nose a kiss and smiled.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

-

(9.10)

Sasha wandered around Malie Garden, taking in the sights of the various bridges running over streams and the small hills dotting the landscape.

She idly noted the streams had been manipulated into the shape of a gyarados and she wondered if it was a natural or artificial phenomenon.

Pricking her ears at a sound, she then froze as a large shadow fell over her.

Slowly turning, she found herself staring at a pair of oddly-clawed green feet. Following them up, she found herself face-to-face with a strange helmeted pokémon.

"Er...hi?" she said slowly, mentally cursing the water at her back.

The beast didn't say anything, merely tilting its head to the side. Sasha took in the design of the helmet and her mind started puzzling it out.

There's massive power lurking inside this thing...is that device some kind of...limiter?

She watched carefully as it lifted one claw towards her and it touched her fur. The beast let out a sound Sasha couldn't quite confirm - somewhere between a growl and a purr before it abruptly turned away and trotted off, its fish-like tail waving happily.

Sasha let out a shaky breath and sat down, doing her best to calm her racing heart with slow, deep breaths.

The beast's touch seemed to linger and it had felt familiar, but Sasha couldn't place her paw on where she had encountered it before.

Shaking herself, she got to her paws and went to find Mewtwo.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(10.1)

From her perch on Mewtwo's shoulders, Sasha stared down at the four islands of Alola.

Well, five, if one counted the large white object in the ocean as an island.

"Looks artificial," Sasha said, squinting at it.

"It is. Probably privately owned as well, so we won't barge in unannounced," Mewtwo said as he descended towards one of the islands.

"Look at you, being all mature and stuff," Sasha teased.

"We're quite a ways in the air," Mewtwo said casually. "Sure would be a shame if you fell."

Sasha stuck her tongue out at him and watched the island below grow in size. Soon, she was able to pick out things such as cities, towns and roads. Mewtwo angled for a large city and they landed at the sea port.

"Malie City," Sasha read off a sign. "Of...Ula'ula."

"I'm quite surprised you got the pronunciation right," Mewtwo said, stretching his limbs as Sasha jumped down.

"Do you know how to pronounce it?" Sasha asked, flexing her paws and shaking herself.

"Not a clue," Mewtwo said cheerfully. "And here come some locals. Although judging by their dress..."

Sasha turned to see a group of people ranging from early to late teens walking towards them, decked out in black and white, gesticulating oddly as they moved.

"Heyo, welcome to Malie City of Ula'ula Island. This here's Team Skull property and any visitors must pay a fee," one said.

"Hold up, C. They're pokémon. So odds are they don't have any money," another said.

"Huh, fancy that. Well then, what do we do, D?" C asked, scratching his head.

"Well, the boss ain't gonna be happy if we don't come back with something," a female said, pulling out a poké ball. "So I guess that means we capture 'em."

"Or you could not do that and let us pass," Sasha said.

"Hold the bone, did that eevee just talk?"

"Sure did, V."

"Before we do something we all regret," Mewtwo said, locking the Skulls' poké balls with a twitch of an eyebrow. "Let's get introductions out of the way. My name is Mewtwo, my companion here is Sasha, and you lot are blocking the way and being a nuisance."

"Dang, C, what do we do?" D asked.

C stroked his chin before sighing. "Let 'em go. Odds are if a pair of pokémon are wandering around, that means they're strong. Tell Plumeria and the boss about them and let them handle 'em, I say."

"Fair enough," D said. "Welcome to Malie City. I hope you enjoy your stay."

As swiftly as they had appeared, the Skull members vanished.

"An…interesting welcoming committee," Mewtwo said.

"I was more amused by the fact they had letters for names," Sasha said. "Do you think N was a Skull member at some point?"

Mewtwo chuckled before peering at a map of the city on a nearby billboard. "Well, since we're here, may as well look around. Shall we split up and meet back somewhere in a few hours?"

Sasha perused the map before nodding slowly. "There's a garden that looks interesting. I'll go give that a look. I'm sure you'll find your own way around?"

"I shall do my best," Mewtwo said as they parted ways.

-

(10.2)

Mewtwo and Sasha hovered above the Orre region and gazed at the barren landscape below.

"Doesn't seem very inviting, does it?" Sasha murmured.

Mewtwo's eyes swept over the land, from the bustling port cities, to the few fertile areas, to what appeared to be the half-melted ruins of an artificial tower in the middle of the desert.

"Mewtwo!"

At Sasha's alarmed yelp, Mewtwo instantly dropped, narrowly avoiding a blue sphere of energy.

"Below, there's more!"

Mewtwo spun around, hands glowing with energy as a veritable swarm of blue spheres shot up at them.

"Aura Spheres," Mewtwo said. "Keep an eye open behind us, will you? This may get a little rough."

He felt Sasha shift around on his shoulders and he flexed his fingers before catching one of the spheres in his hand and swiftly analyzed the aura composition.

"We're dealing with a lucario," Mewtwo said, hurling the sphere at another, causing both to detonate. "But there's something off about his aura. Shall we go introduce ourselves?"

"Not particularly enthused by the idea," Sasha admitted. "But since they're attacking us, it only seems polite to find out why."

Mewtwo chuckled before turning his attention to the oncoming Aura Spheres. With a thought, he simply teleported past them.

"They're coming around," Sasha warned.

"Splendid, they're locked on to our aura signatures," Mewtwo said with a sigh.

"That's possible?" Sasha asked in surprise.

"I have no idea."

Sasha rolled her eyes before firing off a Shadow Ball at the spheres, causing a chain reaction and causing several to explode.

"They seem unstable," the eevee mused. "Does that have anything to do with what you said before?"

Before Mewtwo could answer, a large shape suddenly materialized in front of them and punched the clone in the chest, knocking them out of the sky.

Mewtwo recovered swiftly, body twisting around to land hard on the ground feet-first. Mewtwo lifted one hand, touching Sasha to make sure she was alright as the other formed a psychic barrier between them and their opponent.

"The heck is that?" Sasha said as she got a good look at their opponent. "You said lucario, but-"

"Mega Lucario, calling forth the dormant power of a pokémon to grant a tremendous boost in ability, but..."

The lucario screamed at them before shattering the barrier with its fists and lunged forward.

Mewtwo caught the strike with his hand before blasting it away with Psychic.

"That scream sounded...painful," Sasha said softly as she watched the lucario skid across the ground.

"A poorly executed or - even worse, forced - Mega Evolution is agonizing for a pokémon. It's why there's not a lot of pokémon who can Mega Evolve and the Pokémon League is exceptionally strict about letting trainers use it in battle," Mewtwo said grimly.

"Do you think we can help him?" Sasha asked. Mewtwo blinked in surprise before he narrowed his eyes.

"I...don't know," he said, striding forward. The lucario had vanished and Mewtwo couldn't sense the pokémon's aura in the immediate area.

"Well, that's disappointing," Sasha said, sniffing the ground. Mewtwo gazed around before extending an arm for Sasha to jump up on to.

"What don't we look around a bit and see if anyone else knows about Wes. I'm sure this lucario will track us down again and we can try getting some answers then," Mewtwo suggested. "Plus, it'll give us time to prepare."

Mewtwo stroked Sasha's ears before they teleported away.

-

(10.3)

Mewtwo paced the length of a bookshelf before turning and paced back, eyes glued on the set of books in front of him.

After arriving in Malie City, Sasha and Mewtwo had split up to explore the area before meeting back at the port around noon.

Asking around for information, Mewtwo had been directed to the library by the locals, who hadn't seemed all that surprised to see a giant psychic cat talking into their minds.

Once ensconced in the library, Mewtwo had started reading up on whatever piqued his interest and he had found several books on Alolan culture and began to read.

He sensed Sasha's psychic signature enter the library and he sent the books he had been reading back to their places in the shelves before going downstairs.

The eevee gave him an amused glance before gazing around the place.

"Of course you'd head to the library," she teased. Her face then became serious and she went on. "I ran into something quite interesting in the local garden-"

Before she could continue, the doors to the library burst open and a blonde-haired boy wearing an abundance of black clothing appeared, before doubling over, panting.

Mewtwo and Sasha (as well as the vast majority of everyone else in the vicinity) stared at him, waiting for him to catch his breath.

Eventually, the boy straightened, brushing his hands on his pants before clearing his throat.

"Sorry about that. I'm looking for something - a friend of mine has gone missing. He's about six feet tall, quadruped, wearing a giant wooden helmet and likes to drive me up the wall."

The boy blinked in surprise before pointing at Mewtwo.

"You there! You look strong, and my friend is attracted to strong presences. Have you seen him?"

"Uh...no. I've been here for the past-" Mewtwo glanced at the clock and did a double-take. "Much longer than I anticipated. Sorry, but I haven't seen your friend. Besides, I'd think I would have noticed a creature of that description, as would anyone else here. Especially if it's six feet tall."

"I met him," Sasha spoke up. "In Malie Garden. Didn't say anything, just touched me and ran off."

The boy ran a hand through his hair before sighing heavily. "Of course he did. Sorry to inconvenience you, but do you mind if I tag along with you? Null is sure to track you down again, although...I am quite confused as to why he went to you...a mere eevee."

Sasha narrowed her eyes before Mewtwo placed a hand on her scruff, stroking soothingly over her as she relaxed.

"We will gladly help you find your friend," Mewtwo said. "But you have yet to introduce yourself."

The boy straightened up before striking a rather bizarre pose. "My name is Gladion and my lost friend is named Null."

"Why do we always attract the weird ones?" Sasha muttered to Mewtwo.

"Be nice, Sasha," Mewtwo said. "Now then, Gladion, you said Null is attracted to power, yet for whatever reason he went after Sasha here instead of the strongest psychic legendary in the world-"

"And very modest," Sasha added dryly. "And in no way boastful or egotistical."

"If you are quite finished, I think we can find Null easily enough," Mewtwo said. "With the two of us, we should be enough of a beacon to get Null's attention."

The trio moved outside before Gladion spoke again. "So how does your plan work?"

Mewtwo smiled before turning to Sasha. "You said Null touched you, and I feel his energy on you, so..."

Mewtwo's eyes glowed briefly before he let out a mental psychic pulse, which ran through the entire city.

"The hell was that?" Gladion asked. Mewtwo looked surprised.

"You could feel that?"

Gladion nodded and Mewtwo stroked his chin.

"Hm...well, I was hoping to trace Null's energy back to the source, but he doesn't appear to be in the city. Guess we'll have to try again elsewhere."

"If you're so strong, can't you do it again with a stronger pulse?" Gladion asked.

"I'd rather not turn everyone's brains into pudding," Mewtwo said. "Besides, this gives us an excuse to explore the island and see the sights."

Gladion's face went blank with disbelief.

"You are of course welcome to look for your friend on your own," Mewtwo said, crossing his arms. "I'm just doing this the best way I know how."

Gladion waved his hands dismissively. "No, no, you're right. Compared to searching normally, your way is probably faster. Shall we go?"

Mewtwo, Sasha and Gladion strolled up Ula'ula Island's Route 17, searching for Type: Null.

The sky was a dark gray and thunder rumbled in the distance.

"Anything?" Gladion asked, hands in his pockets.

"Yes, actually," Mewtwo said, pointing at a large object in the distance. "The trail leads there."

"What business do you have in Po Town?" asked a new voice, startling the group.

They turned to see a man sitting under a tree, an Alolan meowth curled in his lap.

"We're looking for my friend, Officer Nanu," Gladion replied.

"That giant dog of yours finally come to its senses?" Nanu said with a grin. Gladion narrowed his eyes before jamming his hands into his pockets and walked away, grumbling under his breath.

"Not the nicest one on the force, are you?" Mewtwo asked.

Nanu laughed, a harsh sound. "More like the only one on the force. Nobody else is crazy enough to live near those yahoos holed up in Po Town."

"Yahoos?" Sasha asked.

A look of surprise crossed Nanu's face. "Hunh...don't see many talking pokémon round these parts. Or else you're an exceptionally weird eevee."

"The latter part certainly applies at times," Mewtwo said with a snicker. Sasha rolled her eyes at him before going after Gladion.

"Mhh...I can tell you're strong. I hope you'll keep an eye on those two," Nanu said, leaning back and looking up at the sky. "Especially with that storm brewing."

"They're both stronger than they look," Mewtwo replied.

"Your pet, maybe, but Gladion's always been a weak kid, always relying on others to help him instead of doing things himself. Probably why he joined Team Skull - they're mostly harmless, but they do care for one another, in their own way. Well, I won't keep you any longer. Good luck," Nanu said, getting to his feet as his meowth stood by his side.

"And to you as well, Officer Nanu," Mewtwo said with a salute.

-

(10.4)

"My lord?"

Arceus turned to see Citlali floating upside-down as it worked on the Kanto timeline.

"Is there any particular reason your Blessed can speak the various human languages?"

"It is simply a convenient side effect of unlocking their potential," Arceus said.

"Due to the whole humans evolved from pokémon thing?" Citlali asked, not even trying to hide its disgust. "That was not what I imagined would happen when we first made pokémon to populate the world you made."

"I understand your discomfort with humans. It is why I have many Chosen and Blessed so that they won't do stupid things like make your creations fight and destroy one another," Arceus said, folding its limbs under itself as it sat down.

"I don't really have an issue with that; it's just the evolutionary side of things that I didn't expect. Take dragonair, for example. It goes from beautiful sea dragon to...dragonite."

"I think it's cute," Arceus said defensively.

"You think everything I make is cute," Citlali grumbled, blushing.

"I'm only stating the obvious," Arceus replied. "Now go check on Ash. He's gotten lost again and he needs to be at Cherrygrove by tomorrow or else we'll have a paradox on our hands."

"Can't we put a bell on him? Or a GPS tracker? Or something?" Citlali grumbled.

"It's more fun this way."

"Your sense of humor still needs some work."

-

(10.5)

Arceus paced the length of the Hall of Origin, deep in thought.

It sensed a familiar presence enter the hall and it turned to see a pair of absol standing at the far end.

One had the regular absol coloring of dark blue skin and white fur with white eyes while the other had dark red skin and pale pink fur with striking blue eyes.

"Lord Aiedail," Arceus greeted politely. "What news do you bring?"

"I keep telling you to drop the formalities," Aiedail replied with a long-suffering sigh as he strode down the hall. Arceus' eyes glimmered with amusement and the absol rolled his own in response.

"I regret to inform you that I have lost track of Sasha," he said sheepishly. "It was shortly after she encountered Citlali, who eventually wound up teleporting her."

Arceus grimaced. "That is…unfortunate, but not…catastrophic. Citlali isn't known for murdering his prey. Could you get a general sense of the direction she was teleported?"

Aiedail ducked his head. "I was trying not to be crushed amid the forest Citlali uprooted during the chase."

"Citlali always did have a flair for the dramatic approach," Arceus mused. "Well, I'm sure that wherever she is, she's fine. I don't choose my Blessed willy-nilly and I know she was chosen for a reason."

Shaking its head, Arceus turned its attention to the other absol. "So who is this lovely creature?"

"My mate, Songbreeze," Aiedail said, going to her side and giving her cheek a nuzzle. She smiled slightly before she glanced at Arceus and averted her eyes.

"Come now, my dear, there is no need to be so shy," Arceus said gently, lying down to bring its head down to her level. "We are equals here."

Song took a few breaths before turning a glare on her mate. "When you said you knew someone important, I was expecting a salamance or lapras. Yet here we are with the Creator itself…what else haven't you told me? That you're from another universe or something?"

"Er…" Aiedail mumbled. "I do believe I mentioned that when we first met?"

Song blinked before nodding. "Alright, fair enough." She gazed at him with a scowl that softened when he kissed her nose and she pushed him away lightly before dipping her head to Arceus.

"You'll have to forgive my mate. He's an idiot," she said with a flick of her her blade-like tail, which Aiedail eyed nervously before taking another step back. "It's a pleasure to meet you, uh…Lord Arceus?"

"Just Arceus will do," the amused Original One replied, not quite hiding a smirk.

"Just Arceus it is, then," Song said. "As fun as this has been, I'd rather go somewhere a little less…barren for our next stop, if you'd be so kind, sweetie?"

Aiedail did his best to ignore Arceus' raised eyebrows as he nodded.

"That can be arranged. Perhaps Ecruteak City will be more to your liking? It's quite lovely this time of year, or so I've heard."

"So you've heard," Song said in amusement. "So you've never been there yourself?"

"I have been a little busy keeping an eye on one of Arceus' Blessed," Aiedail pointed out.

"Ah yes, but you've never actually talked with her either, so if we find her again, we'll have to do that."

"Of course, dear."

Arceus watched them teleport away before chuckling and turned back to its work.

-

(10.6)

"I blame you for this," Sasha said as she and Mewtwo hovered above the burning remains of the Reborn Neo Team Plasma Aerial Frigate.

"You told me to free the pokémon, so I did," Mewtwo said. "How was I supposed to know that would trigger the self-destruct system?"

"Because it's in practically every work of fiction involving giant flying ships!"

"Except this isn't fiction," Mewtwo pointed out. "Neo Reborn Plasma or whatever they're calling themselves nowadays literally installed it and thought it was a good idea."

"Well, at least the pokémon got out alright," Sasha murmured before pricking her ears. "And the police and fire department are on their way to investigate the hullabaloo."

Mewtwo did a quick psychic scan to make sure none of the Plasma members who were still alive were in mortal danger before he and Sasha made themselves scarce.

-

(10.7)

"Only sixty-four trainers made it through the gym circuit?" Sasha asked as she drank some lemonade that had been served by a surly sandslash. "That feels awfully low."

Mewtwo shook his head. "The tournaments are every six months or so and are held in different places to prevent overcrowding. That also gives plenty of time to set things up and space battles out accordingly."

Sasha nodded slowly and curled in Mewtwo's lap.

"Not gonna lie, I was scared at first, but once the battles started, I was able to focus on those and put the fact I was being watched by thousands of people out of my mind."

"More like a little over ten thousand, and that's not counting the additional people watching from home or online," Mewtwo corrected, smoothing her ruffled fur. Sasha rolled her eyes and flicked her tail.

"I don't have a problem with that, since they're not here."

Mewtwo stroked her ears. "I'm glad you had fun."

"Fighting a slaking, slowking, seaking, nidoking, kingler and kingdra is hardly what I'd call fun," Sasha replied, stretching her sore limbs.

"What matters is that you won. Since your next match is tomorrow, shall we depart, or would you like to see the other matches?" Mewtwo asked.

Sasha shook her head. "I'd rather have Ash's team be a surprise. Let's go."

"If that is what you wish."

-

(10.8)

Well...this could be going better.

Sasha hung in the grip of a very angry hydreigon and was silently thanking Arceus for giving her alternate forme greatly boosted stats all across the board. Mewtwo had called it something like Evo Boost and she'd accepted the moniker for the boost without comment.

Wrenching her mind out of the clouds, Sasha gritted her teeth and triggered Flash, causing the dragon to release her. All it really did was anger the dragon even more and she then found herself on the receiving end of Solar, Charge, and Hyper Beams.

Pokemon with multiple mouths, she decided, sucked.

Enveloping herself with a Mirror Coat, she tanked the trio of moves before firing them back at the dragon, sending it crashing through the copse of trees that dominated the middle of the field.

She winced as the dragon kept going, crashing through the wall of the stadium.

"And the winner of the quarter-finals by ring-out is Sasha!" came the announcer's voice, cutting through the roar of the crowd.

Sasha peered after the hydreigon worriedly. "Do you think it's okay?" she asked Mewtwo as the clone scooped her into his arms, giving her a light squeeze.

"Believe me, hydreigon are some of the most durable dragons out there. They're considered pseudo-legendary for a reason."

Sasha nodded and watched as the trainer called out his swanna to chase after the dragon-type.

"Sorry!" she called as he flew past.

"Did that trainer seriously only have five pokemon?" Mewtwo asked, shaking his head. "Sloppy."

"That's why they made the opening round a two versus one battle," Sasha replied. "Which was a good way to keep the match somewhat fair by mixing it up from the usual six versus one it would've been otherwise."

Mewtwo nodded. "You did well against his lucario and ferrothorn. you didn't even use Fire or Fighting moves, even though that would've made it much easier."

He ruffled her ears. "Very clever of making them hit each other to preserve your energy though."

Sasha purred and nibbled on his fingers. Mewtwo pulled them away and she pouted.

"Come along, little one. Let's get you healed and then we can go home for the day."

Stroking over her fur, the clone exited the field and made his way through the league's halls, swinging by the Nurse Joy on duty to treat Sasha before heading out onto the road.

"Mewtwo!"

The duo jumped in surprise at the booming voice and Mewtwo looked around, not seeing anyone.

"Up here."

Looking up, the duo was greeted with the sight of Arceus striding down from the sky as if descending a flight of stairs. On his back, a mew and celebi waved to them.

"Lord Arceus," Mewtwo greeted. "What brings you here?"

"I - we - were in the area and decided to come see Ash battle. Did we miss anything?"

"Just the first two rounds," Sasha replied.

Arceus and Mew stared at Celebi.

"...Seriously?" Celebi deadpanned. "Seriously?!"

"I wanna watch Ash fight," Arceus said stubbornly, closely chorused by Mew.

With a long-suffering sigh, Celebi waved farewell to Mewtwo and Sasha before all three vanished in a flash of light.

"Did you see them during your first match?" Mewtwo asked.

"Nope. Did you?"

"Nope."

"My winnings says they ended up at least five weeks off target," Sasha said with a grin.

"I will double that and put it on a month exactly," Mewtwo replied, kissing her nose to seal the deal.

-

(10.9)

Mewtwo watched as Sasha tested out her power.

The duo had traveled to the desolate land to the north of Mt. Moon, the site of a great war or something eons ago. Off in the distance, a palace loomed; and beyond that, a large tree.

"Hold this for me, would you?" Sasha asked, carefully removing the Eviolite from her collar and undid her scarf. Mewtwo wrapped the orb in the material and teleported it away.

"You are capable of retrieving things you teleport, right?" Sasha asked. Mewtwo simply held out a hand, scarf reappearing before it vanished again.

Smiling slightly, Sasha then tapped into her power. Shaking herself, the umbreon examined herself, flexing her paws and limbs with a frown.

"Feels different without the Eviolite?" Mewtwo asked.

"Oddly enough, not as much as I was expecting," Sasha murmured. "If anything, it feels...lighter?"

She shook her head. "No, that's not the right word..." Stamping a paw in frustration, she then shot into the sky with a shriek of surprise.

Mewtwo rose with her, arms crossed, face carefully blank as she flailed and twisted in midair.

He carefully leveled the changed eevee, reorienting her so she was level again and she relaxed before staring down.

"Right...randomization...eheh...think we could go down and try again?"

One quick flash later had them on the ground again and Sasha took a break before flicking the imaginary Metronome.

A hole opened up in the air in front of her and she poked her head in curiously.

"Hi Palkia," she said cheerfully to the baffled legendary pokémon before she pulled her head back as the hole closed.

Using the move again, Sasha briefly glowed pink before she unleashed Secret Power.

Another use had her use Sharpen, which turned her fur spiky like a Jolteon's, yet metallic.

She then went through it several times in quick succession, unleashing Fire Plume, Earth Power, Dazzling Gleam, Metal Burst, Screech, Toxic - she had to stop to throw up the bitter substance to prevent being poisoned herself - and one last use had her unleashing a massive ring of fire that turned the ground to glass and had Sasha wheezing for breath as it took its toll on her.

Mewtwo watched the proceedings carefully, senses monitoring Sasha's vitals and he was surprised she was able to do so much in a short amount of time and once he'd made sure the fire wouldn't cause problems, he knelt by her side and stroked the back of her neck gently as she drank the water he had pulled from the ground.

"You have improved quite a bit since that time you blew up," Mewtwo said.

Sasha licked her lips and shook herself. "Odd thing was, I could feel the type of the move I was going to use before choosing to actually use it."

Mewtwo tilted his head, gaze thoughtful. "Well, it's not like you have to use Metronome when you transform."

Sasha shrugged. "It's more fun when you're not entirely sure what you're gonna do next and I can understand in some situations it's probably wise to not leave things to chance…so…"

Mewtwo nodded and they resumed training.

-

(10.10)

Somewhere on the Kanto mainland, Sasha wandered aimlessly.

Blood ran down her body from various cuts and scratches she'd accumulated over the past several hours. Further adding to her misery, the sky was black with rain clouds and the water poured down as if it was determined to wash away everything below.

"You'll catch your death out there."

Sasha barely registered the voice and she looked around blankly, ears perked.

"Over here, little one."

Through the deluge, Sasha saw an opening to a cave or grotto of some kind and she staggered into it before collapsing on her stomach, panting as her weariness caught up with her.

"Goodness; rarely do I encounter young ones out on their own. Have you no parents?"

Sasha's eyes adjusted to the gloom and she made out the faint shape of an absol curled up in a nest of dry grass against the far side of the enclosed space. His eyes were milky white and Sasha realized with a start the pokémon was blind.

"Ah, so you've noticed."

Sasha averted her eyes and got to her feet.

"Sorry," she said. "I'll just be on my way then."

"So eager to rush to your death?" the absol asked, tilting its head.

"…"

"Didn't think so. I apologize for the lack of a fire or warmth. You may want to find some way to dry yourself before you catch a chill," the absol said, flexing its paws.

"I'd rather not cause a mess," Sasha said, discreetly flicking her back paws free of moisture. The absol laughed.

"It is no problem," the absol said as a Protect barrier shimmered to life. "Go ahead."

Sasha shook herself hard, sending water flying everywhere. Relaxing with a sigh, she shivered and fluffed her fur against the cool air.

"So, how did you come to be wandering out here on your lonesome?" the absol asked.

Sasha hesitated and the absol nodded.

"Fair enough. You are, of course, not obligated to tell me anything. But do you mind if I make some educated guesses?"

"Go ahead."

"There's blood on you – you're quite hardy for one so young. Most pokémon your age wouldn't have dared travel with such wounds, so you're running from something. They were received long enough ago that they've healed somewhat, but the weather has reopened a few of the larger ones."

Sasha nodded before chiding herself for doing so – the absol couldn't see the motion. "Yeah, that's right," she said.

"There's something else…you have a…feeling about you. You're one of his, aren't you?"

Sasha frowned. "What do you mean?"

"A Blessed, picked by Lord Arceus."

"A what?"

"That is not for me to say," the absol said.

"But how do you know what a Blessed is?" Sasha asked.

"I've been around a long time. Wasn't always blind – I've seen a lot of things in my time before I was given a new course in life. Now I spend my time listening."

"You're not making sense," Sasha said.

"I'm old. I'm allowed to be vague and cryptic," the absol said with a grin. "It's one of life's few joys the older generation gets to experience. One day, you'll understand."

"Right," Sasha replied before lifting and shaking her paws at a time with a grimace.

"Rest," the abol said gently. "You're young, but not immortal. Stay here until the rain lets up, at least."

"…Thank you," Sasha said.

A glance around the space revealed a second nest and she settled down in it carefully before gently licking her wounds. Once she'd finished, the curled her tail around herself and drifted off to sleep.

 

[Ghostsoul]

Mewtwo should have ignored her.

He should've left the half-dead eevee on the slopes of Mt. Silver; left her to be claimed by the frigid weather like so many other trainers and pokémon who had perished over the years.

I actually like these opening lines, it gives us just enough insight into the plot and Mewtwo's character.

The second detail that had caught his attention had been the massive pool of power inside the eevee.

This line sounds a bit awkward, something like 'massive potential' or 'potential for great power' would read a little better.

And so he had used his power to erect an igloo around the eevee and begun the task of saving the child's life.

An igloo? I'm sure there were better ways for Mewtwo to have kept the Eevee warm?

She tilted her head. "That doesn't really sound...well...normal."

An Eevee named 'Sarah' is also sort of odd, not sure what makes for a 'normal' name in this universe?
Something like 'I've never heard a name like that before' might work better here.

"Oh for..."

Sasha shook her head at the stubborn clone. "Looking nice for a date isn't going to kill you."

I know you said you would use out-of-place order, but I feel like this is a bit much of a time jump and kind of throws the reader out of the action and character building you first set up.

"You've been reading way too much fanfiction," Mewtwo snorted.

"You're the one who didn't clear their browser history," Sasha replied.

This is just kinda a pet peeve of mine, but I feel like the two pop culture references here are a bit much.

"Why don't you ever bring your dates home?" Sasha asked Mewtwo as the two binged through a marathon of fantasy films.

I would say this is the same two points as above, the time jumping and the pop culture references feel sort of awkward here.

"Silly nicknames are quite common in relationships."

I don't think this line is fully necessary, I think the audience already knows this and can guess by the character interactions.

"After having my innards fried by a Flamethrower, I haven't really been interested in romance. I usually prefer a good book or a feline body pillow to lay on rather than anything intimate or romantic."

I feel like the time skips miss out on a lot of things, if you want the audience to truly care about the development of Mewtwo and Sarah's relationship then you need to go into more detail about how it came to be rather than show us random moments of them together in the relationship.

"I've read the horror stories that surround other eevee. And since I'm an alternate color, it's even worse since breeders would use me for a chance of producing more. Being with you is the safest I've been in years."

Makes me wonder why someone would abandon her then, being so rare? Unless you'll go into this later in the story.

Mewtwo made a face.

What sort of face?

Mewtwo stared at her. "That was…the vaguest description of someone's life I have ever heard."

At least he's meta about it.

She flinched at his serious tone and her ears drooped. She huffed and looked away from him. "It was raining the night I...was attacked by that Houndoom. Didn't really expect Archer's pokémon to carry a grudge like that."

She knows who Archer is?

Sasha scowled and shook her head. "I'm usually much more pessimistic. I blame the near-death experiences I keep running into for turning me into such a cynic."

I think you should have left this out, it's the character describing themselves because it's really something that the readers themselves should be able to work out. Make the dialogue less descriptive and make her show these traits more, rather than just telling them to the reader.

Reading this was kind of strange, it's difficult to care about the characters due to the number of very rapid time skipping that you do, because it's really difficult to see the characters relationships progress and therefore connect with them. The plot is also a bit all over the place because of this, it's hard to tell what you intend to focus on in some parts. Is this more themed around relationships or is it more themed around Team Rocket and the journey the characters physically go on.
I think you could have an interesting story, but as of now it just seems rather scrambled, sorry.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

Reading this was kind of strange, it's difficult to care about the characters due to the number of very rapid time skipping that you do, because it's really difficult to see the characters relationships progress and therefore connect with them. The plot is also a bit all over the place because of this, it's hard to tell what you intend to focus on in some parts. Is this more themed around relationships or is it more themed around Team Rocket and the journey the characters physically go on.
I think you could have an interesting story, but as of now it just seems rather scrambled, sorry.

Fair criticism; thank you.
The first few chapters were a little rough, but that was mostly due to not really thinking about it

It gets better later on, but putting the snips in chronological order just made it even more confusing

I am well aware that I could go back and rewrite the early chapters, but I tried that and it didn't work out so well

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(11.1)

Mewtwo jerked awake as something warm, soft and wet abruptly burrowed into his chest in the middle of the night.

Months of living with Sasha kept him from flinging the intruder off of himself and he gently touched the trembling bundle of fur, tracing over the familiar contours of the eevee's small body.

"Another nightmare?"

He felt her mind brush against his own and he embraced it tenderly, taking in her recent memories.

Sitting up, he wrapped Sasha in his arms and gently kissed her head as her body twitched, likely from her attempts not to sob aloud.

"Hush now, little one. That will never come to pass. I will not leave you as others have before."

Even as he said the words, he wondered if he could keep that promise. It wasn't the first time he had made such a claim.

But he had been younger then; naive, unsure. Now, with over twenty years to hone his ability, he wondered if he'd finally be able to keep it.

His tender touches eventually calmed the terrified eevee and she spent the rest of the night nestled against him.

-

(11.2)

Ash Ketchum scaled Memorial Pillar alone.

It was called such to honor those that had fallen during the battle to keep Cyrus from destroying reality and even now, Ash had to wonder if they had truly succeeded in doing so.

Yes, Cyrus had been stopped, but it had been exceptionally costly to do so. Even with several different versions of some of the most powerful trainers and pokémon from all over the multiverse, they had struggled against the leader of Team Galactic and his dream.

Reaching the top of the pillar, Ash took a moment to catch his breath and looked around.

The top of the pillar had walls to keep the wind out and on those walls were etched countless names of pokémon and humans.

Reaching into his backpack, Ash took out a wrapped package and opened it as he walked to a section of the wall. Reading over the names, he gently traced them with his fingers.

"Sorry I'm late," he said quietly. "I've been busy this past month with the League."

He smiled. "But I met some amazing new friends in the process. I'm sure you'd have gotten along with them."

For the next several hours, Ash talked to the dead, telling them about his latest adventures.

Sometimes, he felt like he wasn't alone, that the ghosts of the departed were there with him, also sharing their own stories with him. Not with words, but in their own way.

As the sun started to set, he set the package he had brought with him down at the base of the wall.

"Thank you for everything," he murmured before rising to his feet. Casting one last glance around the room, he took his leave.

The dark flower he had placed stirred in a non-existent wind before dissolving into ash and blowing away.

-

(11.3)

Red and Green walked down one of Pallet Town's roads towards their homes, swapping stories of their adventures.

Green was doing most of the talking while Red was a little more conservative with his words; a habit he'd picked up as a child where he had spent more time with pokémon than with humans, learning how to convey more through gestures and body movements than speaking.

Green stretched his arms above his head and dropped them with a sigh.

"Another day, another battle. Well, several of them, actually," he said. "While I don't mind having several leaders for Viridian's gym, having to cover when someone is sick is always a pain."

Red arched an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I was covering for Seth, the Dark-type leader. Someone came in with a team specifically designed to negate that type and apparently that type only, which meant a lot of Bug and Fighting types."

Red winced and Green nodded.

"Didn't even have moves to counter their own weaknesses so none of them were able to lay a hit on pidgeot. I offered to switch pokémon to something they could at least have a chance of taking out, but some sense of pride kept them from accepting."

Red snorted and Green blushed.

"Oh come on, I was never too prideful to accept when I was in over my head!"

Red then proceeded to flail his arms, mouth open in a silent scream, eyes wide with mock fright and Green scowled at him.

"Lavender Town doesn't count," he said stiffly. "Besides, didn't you react similarly when that girl noticed that hand on your shoulder?"

Red dipped his head sheepishly, conceding the point.

The duo came to a fork in the path.

"Take care, Red," Green said. "See you later. I'll tell my sister you said hi."

Red rolled his eyes and the two trainers parted ways.

-

(11.4)

Deep within Cerulean Cave, a few years after the cataclysm at Spear Pillar, Mewtwo opened his eyes.

Someone had entered the cave system.

He had chosen the cave due to the League declaring it off-limits to anyone without at least eight badges and made it to the top sixty-four or its equivalent in a League, which meant he rarely ever got visitors and the labyrinthine nature of the cave system meant he could meditate and organize his thoughts in peace.

Taking a shortcut, Mewtwo soon found himself staring down at a trainer who, from a casual glance, seemed woefully unprepared to venture beyond the entrance.

Mewtwo kept to the shadows, watching carefully. The pokémon here usually avoided humans, but there were always exceptions. On top of that, some humans chased down pokémon relentlessly, not realizing some pokémon did not want to be caught and by doing so could set the entire population of the cave against themselves.

Mewtwo watched dispassionately as the human stumbled into one of the psychic's many traps, which promptly turned the human around and sent him right back out of the cave.

Renewing the trap, he went to check on the rest before disappearing back into the depths.

-

(11.5)

"Have you ever considered learning how to dance?"

Sasha looked up from her steamed dumplings at Mewtwo's question before looking away, ears warming with embarrassment.

"I used to dance for a friend of mine before Team Rocket ruined my life," she said. "He was the one who taught me, actually."

"That green-eyed eevee friend?" Mewtwo asked.

Sasha twitched in surprise, eyebrows rising before she nodded and nibbled on her food so she wouldn't have to look at him.

"Any particular reason you haven't picked it up again?"

"Never found the time," Sasha replied.

"You and I both know that isn't the case," Mewtwo countered neutrally.

"What use would being able to cavort around like a loon?" Sasha asked, bitterness coloring her words.

"Throwing off your opponents in battle, for one," Mewtwo said. "It's also a good way to relieve stress and refocus yourself."

"Speaking from experience?" Sasha asked dryly.

Mewtwo placed his silverware down, wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up.

He then proceeded to flow through a series of moves that involved his entire body that had Sasha's jaw hanging open in disbelief.

Mewtwo finished with a slightly mocking bow before resuming his meal.

"I'm sure you'll find some use for dancing if you feel so inclined," the clone said. "I'll be happy to help you find a teacher as well."

"Couldn't you teach me?" Sasha asked.

"Bipedal doesn't translate well to quadruped and you'd look quite silly if you tried," Mewtwo pointed out.

"Isn't one of the sayings 'Dance like nobody is watching'?" Sasha asked. "Most dancing looks quite silly anyway so whether it's on two paws or four shouldn't matter. Besides, I could probably adapt it to four legs if I wanted to."

Mewtwo stroked his chin thoughtfully before inclining his head. "Very well. I will teach you the basics and your homework will be adapting them to your own style. Eventually, we'll incorporate actual attack moves and move on from there."

"You've been planning this," Sasha accused.

"I have," Mewtwo said.

"...Why?"

"Because I was bored and thought it'd be an interesting idea."

"You'd make a dangerous mad scientist."

"You forget who created me."

-

(11.6)

"Fancy meeting you here."

Mewtwo looked up from his drink of vanilla, cream, vodka and strawberry to see Sabrina slide into the seat beside his.

She ordered a cherry wine and gave his drink an amused glance.

"Still drinking that swill I see."

"I could say the same for you," Mewtwo said, moving his drink out of her reach so that she wouldn't be able to dump hers into it. "What brings you here?"

"Felt cooped up at the gym, so I decided to get out and clear my head," Sabrina said.

"Dressed like that, I'd imagine you're looking for something completely different," Mewtwo said dryly, taking in the form-fitting bare-shouldered lace-trimmed violet cocktail dress she was wearing.

"Judging from your lack of clothes, I'd say the same about you," Sabrina said, matching his tone.

"Au contraire, ma chère, I am merely expressing myself."

Sabrina chuckled and sipped her drink. "It's nice having you around," she said warmly. "Feels good to have a like-minded individual around I can debate with."

"Feels less like a debate and more like a lecture," Mewtwo muttered into his drink.

Sabrina's lips twitched slightly and she scowled playfully at him.

"That aside, how have you been?" she asked. "You basically drop off the face of the planet for a decade and now you're looking after an eevee who can one-shot experienced gym pokémon like it's nothing. What's changed?"

Mewtwo hesitated, hands tightening around his drink before he sighed. "She just reminded me of an old friend," he said.

"From that tone, I'd say that old friend was a bit more than that," Sabrina said.

Mewtwo watched the bubbles in his drink, idly manipulating them with his telekinesis.

"True," he said after a few moments. "Weird thing is...sometimes she feels very familiar to me, yet other times she's a complete stranger."

Sabrina blinked slowly before she set her drink down. "Have you gone through her mind?"

"Skimmed, yes. In-depth...no."

Sabrina leaned back, arms crossed. "Then I suggest you do that sometime soon. If you want to know more about her...well, the best way to do that is talk."

"I know how socializing works, thank you," Mewtwo said with a roll of his eyes.

"I mean talk about the parts of her that don't feel like...her. Kinda like how I've got memories of several Sabrina and Natsume rattling around in my head," Sabrina said, tapping the side of her head. "I know which ones are my own and which were gifted to me after that event a decade ago."

Mewtwo finished his drink and paid for it before standing up. "I will do that. Thank you."

"Don't be a stranger," Sabrina said with a wave of her hand. "I miss our nights together."

"Those weren't our nights," Mewtwo said, "But...maybe someday we could...revisit them."

Sabrina's eyes met his own and Mewtwo reached out to gently cup her cheek, stroking her face softly.

"I look forward to it."

-

(11.7)

Mewtwo stared at Giovanni as if he had grown a second head.

"Oh, don't look so shocked. I merely want a battle with your friend," the leader said.

"And why would she accept?" Mewtwo asked, crossing his arms, fur rippling angrily.

"I think that answer lies with her, no?" Giovanni asked, eyes moving from the clone to the eevee by Mewtwo's side. "Well?"

Sasha hesitated, red eyes flicking back and forth between Mewtwo and the Rocket Leader.

"I don't see why I couldn't battle," Sasha said slowly. Mewtwo gritted his teeth and then relaxed, shoulders slumping as his uncrossed his arms.

"Very well. Are we to battle here then?"

Giovanni gazed around the flat land thoughtfully. "I don't see why not. I merely want to test something. And before you say anything, I chose you as my test subjects because you...interest me."

Sasha headbutted Mewtwo's leg and the clone glanced down at her before he nodded. "Very well. Any particular rules?"

"One vs one," Giovanni said, pulling a poke ball out of his trench coat pocket. "This shouldn't take long."

He threw it into the air. "Rhydon, let's go."

The Rhydon appeared in a flash of light and landed heavily, causing the ground to quake. It let out a roar and spun its drill with a high whir.

"You may attack at your leisure," Giovanni said, removing his gloves.

Sasha hesitated before firing off a Swift at the dual-typed pokemon, who didn't even twitch as they bounced harmlessly off its thick hide.

Rhydon then stomped on the ground, sending a wave of rocks at the eevee, who leaped over them, kicking off them to gain height. Once she reached the apex of her leap, she fired off an ice beam.

Giovanni's eyes gleamed.

"Dodge," he ordered.

The Rhydon blurred from sight, causing Mewtwo and Sasha's eyes to go wide in surprise.

It reappeared above Sasha and slammed her into the ground with a Hammer Arm.

When the dust cleared, there was no sign of the eevee, aside from a pile of dirt and a hole in the ground.

"Dig's not going to save you," Giovanni said, rubbing his wrist. "Earthquake, then Horn Drill."

The ground warped under the powerful Earthquake and a white shape shot out of it. Rhydon's horn spun up and it lunged forward.

Sasha twisted in midair to avoid the deadly horn before cracking the Drill Pokemon across the face with an Iron Tail.

Giovanni nodded as his pokemon hit the ground. "Let's call it there, then. You're fast on your paws. Dainty though, which may trouble you down the line. But your species is all about adaptation, so I suspect that won't be much of an issue."

Sasha frowned. "But that was hardly a battle!"

Giovanni shrugged. "Had it kept going, you'd have transformed and gotten faster, which would've put me at a disadvantage."

"Bull," Mewtwo said, picking Sasha up and gently touched her bruises. "Your Rhydon is no slouch in the speed department and even with her transformation, she'd still have been weaker offensively and defensively. And you didn't play your own trump card."

"Oh? You noticed?" Giovanni said, shaking his sleeve back to reveal a watch. Laid onto its face was a Key Stone.

"Mega Evolution?" Sasha said in disbelief. "Rhydon can Mega Evolve?"

"Normally a Rhydon evolves into a Rhyperior when holding a Protector, but that's permanent," Mewtwo said, glancing at the Rhydon, spotting the telltale glint of a Mega Stone under its chest armor. "By utilizing Mega Evolution, it can achieve the form temporarily for battles. Similar things are possible for Electabuzz, Dusclops and Magmar."

"You've done your research," Giovanni said approvingly. "I'd expect nothing less from the property of Team Rocket. Well, ex-property, as you keep reminding me."

Sasha heard Mewtwo growl low in his chest and she gave him a comforting nuzzle. He looked down at her and their eyes met for a moment before the replica relaxed.

Turning, Giovanni put his gloves back on, pulled his coat collar up and walked away.

-

(11.8)

Mewtwo and Sasha stared at the wall of rocks in front of them.

"Well, that's inconvenient," Sasha said.

Mewtwo shook his head. "Not entirely. I could easily shift this with my power and make everyone's day easier."

Sasha glanced at him, ears twitching. "You said could."

Mewtwo waved a hand at the nearby stream, pulling a startled Magikarp out of the flowing water.

"Why waste my own power when I can utilize others'?"

Sasha blinked slowly. "Magikarp can't learn Rock Smash," she said slowly.

Mewtwo snorted. "Allow me to prove you wrong."

Wielding the fish like a flail, Mewtwo set to work smashing the rocks into a fine powder, using the fish to sweep the path clear.

The weirdest part was that the Magikarp seemed to be enjoying the entire experience.

Mewtwo tossed the woozy fish back into the stream once he had finished and smirked at the eevee.

"You were saying?"

Sasha shook her head. "Not even gonna bother."

-

(11.9)

"Sasha, I'd like your opinion on something," Mewtwo said, poking his head out of his bedroom/office.

From her position on the couch, Sasha lifted her head and stared over the arm of the furniture at him before she got to her paws, stretched, and joined him.

"What is it?" she asked, eyes roaming over the bookshelves and cluttered confines of the replica's room.

"Do you know what the term "Mary Sue" is?"

"From your tone, it's not something pleasant," Sasha said. "No, I have not heard the term used. Why?"

Mewtwo waved a hand at his computer. "Some of my editors have warned me that one of my characters fits the bill."

"What do you think?" Sasha asked, jumping into Mewtwo's lap so she could read the screen.

"I know I use some of the clichés surrounding such characters, but that's sometimes unavoidable. What matters is the execution," Mewtwo said, brushing his hands through her fur.

"Do you think you've executed it well?" Sasha said, skimming the chapter.

"I am quite biased towards my own work," Mewtwo said dryly. "Therefore, what I think is irrelevant."

"You're just writing for fun anyway," Sasha pointed out. "So you're not...hm...completely bound by the rules of writing. From what I see here, your character tends to get trounced quite easily early on and it's not until they meet someone who can help them train that they improve. From there, it's a natural advancement of power."

Sasha flicked her ears as Mewtwo played with them before she continued.

"Although you could stand to increase the power of their opponents. I almost feel sorry for how poorly they're portrayed."

"Thank you for your input. I will strive to do better in the future."

-

(11.10)

Guzma leaned on the rickety railing on one of the dilapidated mansion's many second-story balconies and stared up at the sky.

On his head, a Wimpod snoozed.

"Boss?"

Guzma's eye twitched and he let out a deep sigh before turning to see Plumeria leaning against the door frame.

"We've got guests. And Li'l G is back looking for his dog."

Guzma grunted and stretched, cracking his back loudly as he entered the mansion and made his way downstairs.

His eyes landed on the child clad in black and red and he felt a surge of pride that he had helped raise such a strong trainer. Squashing the thought before it took hold, the leader of Team Skull gazed at the other two beside the boy.

"What the hell are you supposed to be?" he said, getting their attention. "Bad enough that kid has a dog. Now he's bringing cats and rats into my home?"

He squinted at the eevee. "The heck is wrong with you? Your color is all off. You some kind of mutant Vulpix or something?"

"I'm just looking for Null," Gladion said.

"You just missed him. Some Aether goons came by and scooped him up. Didn't tell me why," Guzma said.

Gladion swore and spun on his heel.

"Boy," Guzma said sharply, bringing Gladion to a stumbling halt. "Don't do anything stupid, ya hear?"

Gladion nodded curtly before dashing outside, followed a moment later by the other two.

"Wonder where he picked those two up," Guzma said, crossing his arms. "Hopefully Lusamine goes easy on them."

Shaking his head, he disappeared into the mansion's depths.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(12.1)

Arceus, Giratina, Dialga, Palkia and the Lake Trio stared at the Sinnoh time stream silently.

"If this at all salvageable, you think?" Dialga asked.

"We've managed to restore and shore up the others well enough," Mesprit said, tails twitching anxiously.

"Sinnoh is...difficult. It has ties to several other streams and messing with them may undo everything we've already restored," Arceus said as it followed several thin streams connecting Johto and Kanto to a black snarl - the Time Crash - situated at the peak of the stream.

"And we couldn't start with it due to not having enough information," Uxie said with a sigh. "Either way you look at it, Sinnoh may be unrecoverable."

"But we all have memories of the event," Azelf pointed out. "Couldn't we go through them and use the parts that match to get a picture?"

"When did it take place?" Arceus asked.

"Sunday," Palkia said.

"Tuesday - it was also raining," Dialga said.

"Thursday, some time during the summer," Uxie said.

The three exchanged surprised glances with one another and turned to Arceus, who tilted its head in amusement.

"I see what you mean," Mesprit said, gaze thoughtful. "But surely there's some consistency within our memories?"

"There were dozens of other versions of us involved in that clash; that much we've agreed on. And once we started restoring the timeline, we picked up memories of their experiences, which makes it even more unreliable..." Giratina said.

"What of Cyrus?" Arceus asked.

"The only thing in his mind is his obsession with a world without spirit," Azelf said bitterly. "It's...honestly amazing how focused he is."

"So there's nothing we can do at this time," Arceus said, getting to its feet. "Very well. Back to your previous missions. Celebi?"

A pink celebi popped into view with a giggle. "Yes, my dear?"

"I need you to find Citlali for me. Or Mewtwo, if possible."

Celebi pouted. "They're ridiculously gifted at being hard to track down when they don't want to be found, but I'll do my best and send them to you."

"Thank you."

The Hall of Origin hummed with activity as the Legendaries got back to work.

-

(12.2)

"That's a cute pokémon. Mine's cute too! Eevee!"

Sasha fell through a kaleidoscope of color before her paws touched down on solid ground.

She gazed around, taking in the crystals jutting out of the walls, floor and ceiling. Something about them felt off and she sensed...

"What is all this?" she murmured to herself as she started walking down the hall that opened up before her.

As she walked, the walls grew lighter and for some reason, she felt happy. A warmth blossomed in her chest and she felt...an unfamiliar feeling she couldn't put a name to.

Her paws carried her without thinking up a flight of stairs and she found herself standing in front of a door with a simple sign with a word on it she couldn't read.

But whatever in that room was the source of her happiness.

Pushing it open, she saw two boys talking to-

"Molly!"

The name tore itself out of Sasha's throat and without a second thought, she ran forward and glomped the young girl.

"Eevee?" the girl said in surprise. "But...how...?"

"Why didn't she go away like the others?" Sasha heard one of the boys say faintly.

"I like her," Molly's warm voice muttered into Sasha's ear. "I don't want her to go away, not one bit!"

"Molly," Sasha said gently, "I love you. But – I don't mind going."

"What?" Molly asked. "Really? But-"

"I never existed before," Sasha said. "I wish I could have more time with you, but if I have to go away when you're healthy... then I really don't mind. You being healthy matters more."

Sasha had no idea where the words were coming from, but they made sense to her.

"Eevee," Molly murmured into Sasha's fur.

"Molly, you need to wake up."

Sasha stared into Molly Hale's tear-filled eyes and smiled at her.

She silently spoke three words and the world dissolved into white.

-

(12.3)

Sasha squirmed as her mother groomed her fur with long licks.

The umbreon chuckled at her daughter's feeble protests before nuzzling her.

"There, now you're all set for your date with that eevee friend of yours."

"It's not a date, mom," Sasha said, flicking her ears.

"Give it a few years," came the amused reply she'd heard many times before.

Sasha gave her mother a final nuzzle before she ducked out of the den and stretched her limbs one at a time in the early morning sunlight.

She then let out a yelp as something tackled her from the side. Reacting swiftly, Sasha twisted herself around so that her assailant took the majority of the impact with the ground.

Disengaging, she stared down at the grinning green-eyed eevee and kicked dirt at him.

"Jerk," she said with a half-smile.

"Good to see you too," he said, getting his paws under him. "Up for a bit of foraging?"

Sasha perked up. "You found something?"

The eevee nodded. "A whole lot of berry trees with quite a few other fruits and vegetables nearby-"

"You don't mean a farm, do you?" Sasha asked. "You know we're not allowed near them."

The eevee rolled his eyes. "It's not like the humans there could catch us if they tried."

"No, but their pokémon could certainly kill us for taking their trainers' food," Sasha pointed out.

"...Fair enough," the eevee sighed, ears drooping.

"Relax," Sasha said, nudging him. "There's plenty other places to search for food. Come on."

Umbreon watched her daughter head off with her friend before she pricked her ears. A jolteon appeared in a bright flash of light and stumbled as got its paws under itself.

Umbreon caught the male eeveelution with a paw and gave him a friendly nuzzle.

"Welcome home, love," she said, eyes sparkling with affection. The jolteon smiled and returned the nuzzle.

"Where's Sasha?" he asked, shaking himself.

"She just left with her friend to go foraging."

Jolteon frowned before shaking his head with a snort. His wife nudged him lightly.

"For someone calling himself the Yellow Flash, you have the worst sense of timing," she teased.

He snorted, rolling his purple eyes. "Yeah, yeah, so you keep telling me. Not my fault the elders kept me so long – apparently there's been sightings of Team Rocket members in the area."

Umbreon's fur rippled in alarm. "They wouldn't dare-"

"They don't care," Jolteon said grimly.

"Sasha-"

"She's…safer out there. I don't like it, but out there, she at least has places to hide. If Team Rocket shows up here, we'll drive them off," Jolteon said, fur sparking.

Umbreon nodded slowly, leaning against her husband's side for comfort before they went back into their den.

-

(12.4)

Rei and Mewtwo were curled up together on the couch watching the credits of a movie roll by.

The door to the apartment creaked open and Sasha wandered in, kicking the door closed behind her before glancing at the duo and chirped a tired greeting.

"Welcome home, Sasha," Mewtwo said. Rei shifted, getting off of him. She met his inquisitive gaze with a mischievous one of her own and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

She bid the duo farewell before teleporting away.

"Did I interrupt something?" Sasha asked.

"What? Oh, no. No, you didn't…" Mewtwo said absently, turning off the television.

Sasha jumped onto the arm of the couch. "What were you watching, anyway?"

"A film featuring Mega Evolution," Mewtwo said, straightening the furniture with a thought.

"Do you have a Mega Evolution?" Sasha asked.

"I do, but I do not have the means to access it at the moment," Mewtwo replied.

"What's it like?" Sasha asked, pricking her ears attentively.

"It takes what I already have and makes it even worse," Mewtwo answered. He met Sasha's blank stare with an amused one of his own. "It's…bulky, to say the least."

"You make it sound inconvenient," Sasha said as she sank into the couch cushion. She idly sniffed the couch, taking comfort in Mewtwo's scent before she shook her head with a frown.

"It's mainly based around boosting my physical attacks and offers a minor boost to defensive capabilities," Mewtwo explained. "Rei, on the other hand, has a form that boosts special attacks and speed."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Sasha asked in disbelief.

Mewtwo turned on her, eyes blazing, teeth bared. "I am not-!"

He stopped himself and took a deep breath, running a trembling hand down his face with an exasperated sigh.

"Hardly," he said after a moment.

"So I take it you're helping her get a handle on that form, and her powers in general?" Sasha said.

"Not…really, no. She's already well-trained in using both. She's not as strong as me," he added with a touch of pride; Sasha rolled her eyes and he went on. "But the potential is there. Especially with that X form of hers…"

"X form? That's…not really creative," Sasha said with a twitch of her tail.

"It's based around the fact Charizard has two forms that are classified as X and Y, with X adding dragon to the mix whereas Y just accentuates the traits already present in its base form," Mewtwo said, sitting on the couch beside Sasha.

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence before Sasha eventually moved to curl up on Mewtwo's lap. The clone brushed a hand through her fur and let his mind wander as the eevee drifted off to sleep.

-

(12.5)

Citlali woke up at the bottom of the sea and frowned.

Turning her head this way and that, she took stock of her watery surroundings.

"What-"

She choked as a slightly deeper voice than she was used to forced its way out of her throat and she did a quick scan of her body.

"Huh...male now. Odd. Wonder why. But where-"

The mew took a deep breath, organizing its thoughts.

It had been fighting Cyrus, alongside its friends and family.

Then Cyrus had pulled reality apart, causing several thousand other legendaries to join the fray.

Some had sided with Cyrus - usually the ones with a grudge against humans and/or pokémon, which had made everything impossible to follow.

Before Citlali could delve deeper into its memories, it felt a massive surge of power - one the mew recognized as an urgent summons from Arceus.

Focusing its power, Citlali teleported.

Reappearing in the Hall of Origin, it looked around to see other familiar faces popping into view.

Some were haunted, others were curious and quiet murmurings soon filled the Hall.

Citlali hovered above it all, searching for a familiar presence, but couldn't find it.

Ho-Oh was also conspicuously absent and Citlali saw Raikou, Suicune and Entei talking with Lugia, who looked exceptionally haggard.

Citlali perked up as Arceus appeared and the entire room went quiet.

The Creator scanned the room silently for a moment before speaking.

"As you are no doubt aware, there's been a massive upheaval with reality, once again with Cyrus' hand behind it. The first time, he was stopped, the second time he succeeded, which led to me sending Ash back to stop him. And now as a result of that conflict, we're in the middle of yet another crisis."

"Oh, come on!" Moltres spat. "It's the same song and dance every year. Some schmuck thinks he can harness the power of a legendary and almost causes the apocalypse and is stopped. Then we have maybe a month's respite before the next problem-"

Lugia buffeted the fiery bird into silence and Arceus nodded.

"I am well aware of the frequency of attacks and I apologize for that. It's why I have my Chosen and Blessed out there. But as you can see, it's not always effective. However, there's a slightly more pressing matter we need to talk about."

A series of black strands popped into view, twisted in and around one another in an incomprehensible mess.

"Time itself has been affected by this...Time Crash and if we don't work fast, we will lose everything. For now, I have moved the Hall of Origin outside time and space to give ourselves some breathing room to get things properly organized before we begin. Please sort yourselves by region and stand by for further instruction."

The pokémon in the room swiftly shuffled around, getting situated. The Johto beasts looked around blankly before Lugia called them over.

Citlali watched the proceedings disinterestedly before hovering over to Arceus.

"So Mewtwo has ignored my summons?" Arceus mused.

"He could be dead. Or in hiding. Or unconscious. Or...any number of things, really. Never was one for crowds and often only showed up to clean up the mess after the crisis was over," Citlali said.

"Find him," Arceus said.

"By your command," Citlali said, vanishing.

Arceus stared at where the diminutive legendary had been curiously. "Could've sworn they were female last time we met..."

-

(12.6)

"Heya, Mewtwo."

The Psychic turned to see a mew hovering upside-down, looking at him.

"You are the Tree of Beginnings mew, are you not?" Mewtwo asked as he kept flying over the mountains.

"Probably," the feline replied, easily keeping pace. "Why didn't you answer Lord Arceus' summons?"

"He is no lord of mine," Mewtwo replied. "Nor do I count myself among your…pantheon."

"A pity. Arceus thinks your help would be greatly beneficial to fixing a few problems they're having with restoring timelines."

Mewtwo blinked in surprise. "That explains the gaps in my memory…" he mused.

Mew winced. "Yeah…those may be filled in, but since we can't really monitor what affects what when we fill in a blank space…"

"So I shouldn't be alarmed when I get new memories?" Mewtwo asked.

"Basically, yes. You're a lot calmer than I thought you'd be, knowing the possibility that some memories may not be…palatable."

"Psychics usually have to learn how to compartmentalize a lot of things. Otherwise we'd very likely go mad," Mewtwo pointed out.

He then went still as a new memory surfaced. "Who is Citlali and why do I have an urge to punch them in the face?"

"Not a clue. Good luck with that," Mew said cheerfully before vanishing.

-

(12.7)

Wes crept through the bowels of the Cipher hideout in the middle of Orre's expansive desert.

Blackie, his umbreon, carefully poked his head around the corner, rings glowing softly, indicating the way was clear.

"Good grief," Wes muttered. "You'd think after getting thrashed twice, Cipher would learn their lesson..."

Eifie, his espeon, shot him an amused glance as she gazed around the halls, wrinkling her nose.

"Some people never learn," she said.

"Sst!" Blackie said, pricking his ears, causing Wes and Eifie to drop into crouches as they approached another corner.

Voices reached their ears.

"-from the upper floors," said one.

"Probably the wires acting up again," another answered. "This place is a wreck, especially after the last time HG-001 got loose. It's a wonder anything works."

Wes placed his hands on Blackie and Eifie's backs, murmuring into their ears.

Blackie poked his head around the corner, tail ring flashing twice to indicate the number of people.

Eifie's gem glowed before she vanished. A few moments later, two thuds were heard and Wes walked around the corner to see two Cipher Peons slumped against the wall.

"You enjoy that, don't you?" Blackie said with an amused grin.

"A bit, yes," Eifie replied.

Wes took a keycard off one of the Peons and examined it. "Hm...let's see if we can't find this HG-001."

A frankly absurd amount of dungeon-crawling later found the trio standing outside an absurdly large door - almost twice Wes's height.

"Please don't let there be a Shadow Wishiwashi behind this door," Wes muttered before he slid the keycard past the reader.

The door groaned open and a bank of lights slowly clicked on.

Wes's breath caught in his throat.

In the center of the room stood a massive clear cylinder, housing a pokemon.

"Ho-Oh," Wes murmured, before looking around the room, taking in the various banks of machinery lining the walls and massive cables dangling from the ceiling.

The Rainbow Pokemon's plumage was pale, head resting on its chest, wings wrapped around itself.

"What were they doing here?" Eifie murmured, eyes darting around the room.

"Trying to Shadowify Ho-Oh?" Blackie guessed.

Wes walked up to a computer and stroked his chin before tapping on the keys, bringing up a set of logs.

"Activation...Termination...Activation...Termination...Subject's heart is too strong to close, suggested course of action to-"

Blackie and Eifie noted Wes's growl and trotted over to him.

"What is it?" Eifie asked.

"They've killed Ho-Oh multiple times to find the perfect moment to begin the process. There's years worth of reports here..." Wes said, curling his fingers into fists.

Blackie stared at the legendary in the tubeand frowned. "Did...they succeed?"

Wes turned back to the display, scrolling through the pages of logs. "Doesn't look like it. Last log was months ago."

"What? Did they just...leave him here?!" Eifie hissed angrily.

"He's in some kind of hibernation or stasis," Wes said, waving a hand at a screen of vitals, showing a slow steady heartbeat.

"Can we wake him up?" Blackie asked.

Wes was already flicking through screens. "Yes..."

Blackie glanced at him. "You don't seem so sure."

"The last people he saw were Cipher members," Wes said. "He might very well lash out without thinking and I'd rather not become a pile of ashes."

"So we hit the switch and teleport?" Eifie suggested.

"That means I'll have to be balled," Blackie grumbled. "There's times I hate being Dark."

Eifie giggled as Wes hid a smile.

"Alright, we've got ten seconds to clear out," he said, taking out a Luxury Ball and recalled Blackie.

Even as they vanished, Ho-Oh's wings twitched and a pair of red eyes snapped open.

Even seven miles away, the heat from Sacred Fire was enough to make Wes sweat.

"Well, that's that problem solved," he said, watching Ho-Oh fly away.

"Do you think he'll ever care who saved him?" Blackie asked.

"I'll be sure to bring it up next time we meet," Wes said, bringing out his phone as it rang. "And there's Rui, right on schedule."

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" came the panicked voice as soon as he answered, causing Eifie and Blackie to cover their ears.

"Heya," Wes said soothingly. "I'm all right."

He heard Rui breath a sigh of relief and then flinched as she chewed him out for being reckless.

"Was that Ho-Oh that flew away from that wreckage?" she asked once she'd run out of things to call him.

"Yeah," Wes said.

"Hm...word on the grape vine is that he was missing for the past ten years."

"There were...logs going back several years. Wasn't really paying attention to specific dates - I was more horrified by what they were doing to him."

Wes explained the details of the logs as Eifie and Blackie placed their heads together, murmuring affectionately to one another.

"So, before I head back, there's a few more Shadow Pokemon left to find and the ones I have on me are almost ready to be purified," Wes said.

"Good luck. Try to stay out of trouble for at least the next month, alright?" Rui said, a smile in her voice.

"Of course. Seeya later," Wes said before he hung up.

He then froze.

"My bike was at the base, wasn't it?"

His pokemon shared a look before doubling over in laughter as Wes swore.

-

(12.8)

Arceus tapped a pencil against the front of its face as it contemplated the latest crossword puzzle.

After a moment, it turned to scowl at the Lake Trio, who were loudly goofing off.

"Don't you three have responsibilities to take care of?"

What're those? Are they contagious?" Uxie asked.

"Are you coming down with Responsibilities?" Azelf asked in horror.

"That's a sickness I'm not down with," Mesprit said.

Her brothers stared at her blankly and she rolled her eyes.

Arceus' cold stare sent the trio fleeing back to their assigned work spaces.

With a sigh, Arceus turned back to its crossword.

"Eight letter word meaning to embitter or irritate...Celebi!"

"I am not time-traveling into next week to give you the answers," the tiny pokemon said, not looking up from her sudoku.

Grumbling, Arceus turned its attention back to its puzzle. "Can't be urticate...nor fantigue...fractious is too long..."

"Acerbate," Meloetta said as it walked by holding several tea cups.

Arceus checked the other words and nodded. "That fits and that means quantophrenia is 16 across. Thank you."

"Of course," Meloetta said with a curtsy.

-

(12.9)

Mewtwo sat in front of his computer, eyes closed as he used his psychic abilities to manipulate the keyboard in front of him.

Entire paragraphs were typed out in seconds as he focused on translating his thoughts into words.

He heard the door open behind him and he came to a stop before opening his eyes and turning around.

Sasha glanced around his office before flattening her ears sheepishly.

"Oh, you're busy. Sorry. I can come back-"

"Never mind that. What is it?" Mewtwo asked.

"Well, I was reading your published books and had a thought..."

The eevee hesitated a moment before continuing on.

"Are the stories you write based on your memories of alternate timelines?"

Mewtwo rested his chin on a hand and observed the eevee shrewdly. "I'm surprised you came to that conclusion."

Sasha smiled slightly. "The main character felt a lot like you, especially in his manner of speech and attention to detail. Plus, there were far too many paragraphs describing him in a way that felt...vain? Prideful? Anyone who knew you would easily be able to come to the same conclusion."

Mewtwo nodded slowly. "You are correct," he said ruefully. "I assure you I tone that back sharply in later works."

"That's good," Sasha said. "It got rather tiring to hear, yet again, how the handsome, mysterious, Yuki would get ready to spend the day with the love of his life-"

Sasha blinked as she abruptly found herself on the roof of the building.

"Hey!"

Clouds formed above her and started emptying themselves on the small fox pokémon.

"I'm telling Lugia on you!"

-

(12.10)

Sasha stood on the bow of the speedboat, braced against the bouncing motion as it cut through the waves.

The black-colored, skull-emblazoned boat hit a particularly rough wave and Sasha went flying backwards.

A psychic grip caught the eevee effortlessly less than three inches from the water's surface and placed her back on the boat.

"My nerves would be grateful if you'd get inside," Mewtwo grumbled.

"Never," Sasha said with a flick of her tail. "This is so cool!"

"Just my luck I get stuck with a human who can't tolerate teleporting or heights, on the way to a place with a psychic jammer," Mewtwo griped.

Gladion steered the boat through the waters toward the artificial island with a steady hand, eyes running over the instruments before he shook his head.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," he said. "The Foundation is not fond of...uninvited guests."

"Can't imagine why," Sasha muttered, leaning over the edge of the boat to stare at the water.

Mewtwo took a firm grip on the eevee, eyes locked on the place they were headed.

"Oh, I'm sure all their businesses are legitimate and in no way unethical, dangerous, or have the ability to potentially tear the planet a new orifice," he said.

"Why else would they be on an island far away from civilization?" Sasha replied.

"Alright, I get it," Gladion said with a roll of his eyes. "There's no real reason for you to come, anyway."

"I'd like to see Null again," Sasha said, tail wagging. "I think he's cute."

Mewtwo and Gladion stared at her oddly.

"Not exactly the impression I got from Gladion's description of him," Mewtwo said.

"That's funny, coming from you," Sasha said, sticking her tongue out at him.

Mewtwo dropped her over the edge of the boat.

After a few seconds, he teleported her back and she retaliated by shaking herself dry all over Mewtwo.

"I honestly can't tell if you hate each other or love each other," Gladion said.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(13.1)

Citlali hovered around the Tree of Beginning mew curiously.

"Do you have a name you call yourself or do you go by our species name?"

"I've never really put much thought into it," she replied, turning lazy circles in midair. "But off the top of my head, I'd probably go with Aylen, Naira or Nayeli."

Citlali thought for a moment before nodding. "Very well. Aylen it is."

Aylen smiled and gazed around the Hall of Origin, watching the groups of legendaries work.

"Do you think we should give the others names as well?"

"Perhaps during a break we can go around and ask," Citlali said. "It'd be kinda rude to name someone Antiman only to realize they call themselves Patrick or something."

"Who'd you name Antiman?" Aylen asked curiously.

"Despite the fact is sounds like someone who hates humans, it's actually tied to a bird of the sun, so...probably Moltres or Ho-Oh."

Aylen giggled. "I'm sure we'll have lots of fun. It'll be nice to know more about everyone here, especially if we're gonna be with them for a while."

"Yeah," Citlali murmured. "If you'll excuse me, I want to go look for my friend again."

"If you see them, tell them I said hi!"

Citlali nodded and teleported away.

-

(13.2)

"Hey, you!"

Mewtwo turned at the voice that had hailed him and took in the sight of a man decked out in ripped jeans, ripped leather jacket, chains, and unkempt facial hair.

"You're Mewtwo and Sasha, right?" he asked.

"Aye. I'm Sasha, he's Mewtwo," Sasha replied from her perch on Mewtwo's shoulder. "Can we help you?"

"I'd like to battle you, if that's alright," the roughneck said. "My name's Xolani and I am also taking the gym challenge."

Mewtwo and Sasha exchanged a glance before Sasha nodded, dropping from her perch.

"A battle sounds good," she said, stretching.

Xolani tossed a poké ball and a floette popped out amid a storm of flower petals.

"You're fighting me with...that?" Sasha asked in surprise. "I was expecting...er...well..."

"Something tougher, I expect," Xolani said with an amused chuckle. "You're hardly the first to be surprised by my choice."

"Don't see many Fairy types in Kanto," Mewtwo said, watching curiously. "As far as I know, the Fairy gym only opened fairly recently and hasn't gotten a lot of traffic."

"Eh, it'll all be over quickly," Sasha said. "What's the worst it could do?"

…

"Is she alright?" Xolani asked worriedly as Mewtwo carefully extricated Sasha from the tree she'd been blasted into.

"She'll be fine," Mewtwo said, gently touching her limbs. "She'll probably wake up with a headache in a bit."

Carefully draping her over his shoulders, Mewtwo stood up and dipped his head to the trainer.

"Thank you for giving her a lesson in not underestimating her opponent just because it's cute and non-threatening."

"Kinda ironic, what with her being an eevee and all, no?" Xolani asked.

"Very true. I wish you the best of luck on your journey."

"And you as well."

-

(13.3)

Yellow stared up at Wela Volcano, hands clasped behind her back.

"Hm...this seems like the place Magma would be, yet...not a soul to be found. Odd."

"What's odd?" a voice asked from behind her, causing her to jump in surprise.

She turned to see a young dark-skinned male climbing down from an old charizard wearing a saddle.

"Oh, uh...I got a tip about some bad people who have a fondness for volcanoes in Alola, so...I thought I'd scope out the place with a volcano first," Yellow said. "I'm Yellow."

"Kiawe. I'm the Trial Captain here, in charge of protecting this place. Haven't seen anyone new here for as long as I've been Captain," he said. "Just Trial-Goers."

"Strange. Are there any other places like this in Alola?"

"There's a Geothermal Power Plant over on Blush Mountain, over on Ula'ula Island," Kiawe said, pointing to the island in the distance, dominated by three tall peaks. "I haven't gotten any word of trouble from Sophocles, so..."

Yellow pondered for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, a Geothermal Power Plant sounds like a possible target they'd hit. Thanks. I'd best be going."

"Good luck," Kiawe said.

-

(13.4)

Ash stared at his Charizard as the latter sunned himself on a large rock in one of Oak's fields.

"You've gotten smaller," the trainer said, taking a seat beside the lizard.

"Or maybe you've gotten bigger," the pokémon replied, spreading his wings to catch the sunlight.

"Mhh...more like a mix of the two," Ash sighed, rubbing his hands together. "So...what have you been up to?"

"Charla has been raising and training our kids. Once they mature a bit, she's handing them off to me for training. They're quite a handful," Charizard said, smiling.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ash said.

"So what about you? No wife and children of your own?"

Ash shrugged. "Can't say it interests me, to be honest. I'd much rather be out and about, traveling and meeting new people and pokémon."

"Hm..."

"Maybe one day I'll settle down, but for now..."

"You're young."

"Twenty-five is not young," Ash said dryly. "And aren't you younger than me?"

"Younger, yes. And also more mature."

Ash snorted in disbelief. "This coming from the one who cost me a League at one point."

Charizard pouted. "That didn't count because you then went back in time and rectified that mistake many times over."

Ash nodded before gazing out at the fields of Pallet Town where Oak kept pokémon. It felt much emptier without thirty tauros running around and Ash made a mental note to swing by Alola and see how their tenure as Ride Pokémon was going.

A hoot got his attention and Ash looked up to see Noctowl descending towards him.

"The old duffer wants a word with you. Apparently some chap named Bill is asking after you," the owl said as it landed.

Ash got to his feet and stretched. "Thanks for the heads up. I don't suppose you've seen Pikachu on your flight over?"

"He is waiting for you with Oak," Noctowl said.

Bidding Charizard farewell, Ash jogged off.

Dipping his head, Noctowl also took wing.

Charizard watched him go before getting to his feet. Stretching, he flared his wings, launching himself skyward before he headed for Johto.

-

(13.5)

Sasha watched as Mewtwo flicked through a ring of disks suspended around himself, muttering under his breath.

"You gonna tell me what you're up to, or am I going to have to guess?" she asked, jumping up onto the couch beside him.

Peering closely at the disks, Sasha saw names on them.

"Frost Breath, Snarl, Explosion, Water Gun...what are these?"

"Technical Machines," Mewtwo replied, shuffling them. "For the lazy pokémon who don't want to train themselves naturally. Just tap it on your head and the knowledge is beamed directly into your brain."

"Come again?" Sasha asked, tilting her head. "That can't be how it-"

Mewtwo tapped a pale blue disk against her head.

Sasha exhaled a cold breath of air and blinked.

"Congratulations, you have learned Frost Breath," Mewtwo said.

"Why would I ever need to know Frost Breath?" Sasha asked, pawing at her forehead.

"Perhaps your drink is too hot, or you're fighting an Onix who has Wrapped you and you can only use biting moves, which against a Rock-type would be foolhardy," Mewtwo said, setting the disks down.

"...Alright," Sasha said. "Why do you have so many?"

"You'd be amazed at how often humans drop them in the most obscure places," Mewtwo said dryly. "Some fifteen years ago, TMs broke after one use, which made replacing them quite difficult. Then they made them unbreakable, much to the relief of trainers and breeders everywhere."

Sasha made a disgusted face. "People breed pokémon just to put specific moves on them?"

"And then send them right back in to breed a pokémon with the ability to use the same move without difficulty," Mewtwo said with a nod.

"They're a weird lot."

"That's one way of putting it," Mewtwo said delicately.

"Well, thanks for the gift. I'm gonna go out and poke around for a while." She hesitated, kneading her paws. "Would you like to come with me? Maybe get something to eat?"

Mewtwo's eyebrows rose. "My dear Sasha, are you asking me out on a date?"

Sasha flicked her ears with a smile. "Of course."

"Then I'd be delighted to join you."

-

(13.6)

Sasha felt herself being placed down before the sack she'd been tossed in upended, sending her sprawling out of it.

She heard a rattling clang and whirled to see bars blocking her way out.

Frowning, she turned to take in her surroundings.

She was in a cage, in a room filled with many cages. Some were filled with pokémon, others were empty.

"Oh hey, it's a newbie," a female voice said from deeper in the room.

"Wha' kind is it?" came another voice, male, with a hint of an accent Sasha couldn't place.

"Oi, you! Come this way!" called a third voice.

Sasha warily crept closer to the bars and peered out into the room.

"Eevee," said a new voice, sounding disappointed. "How...quaint."

"Sasha, my name is Sasha," the eevee said.

"Oh, and it has the gall to give itself a name," the same voice sneered.

Sasha touched the bars carefully and found them cool to the touch, but otherwise normal.

"I wouldna' try biting those, girlie," the accented voice warned. "Team Rocket aren't slouches when it comes to designing hold-all cages."

Sasha chuckled and shook her head. "Wasn't planning on it."

"Could we get a light in here?" the third voice asked. "Nines?"

"Don't call me that," the first voice said with a sniff.

Nine wisps of fire popped into existence and Sasha blinked as her eyes adjusted to the glare.

A ninetales with a black coat and piercing yellow eyes occupied one cage, a golden pidgey occupied another and a seviper and zangoose sat in a third.

"My, my. Your coat is as lovely as you are, dearie," the seviper said, tail flicking idly.

"Just a shiny," the zangoose said, "Nothing special."

"Neither are you, ya skel," the pidgey replied.

"You wouldn't be so cocky without these bars between us, wormbrain," the zangoose growled, arms crossed.

"Oh, shut up, both of you," the ninetales said with a long-suffering sigh. "Nobody cares about your lover's spat."

"Welcome to your new home, Sasha," the seviper said. "Hope you like canned pokémon food."

Sasha made a face. "Processed?"

All four pokémon (and some others who had woken up from the commotion) nodded.

Sasha slumped against the bars and groaned. "I'd rather they'd killed me."

"Oh come now," the ninetales said sharply, "It's not so bad. Odds are, you'll be out of here in no time. Trainers love eevee."

"Breeders love eevee," the zangoose said. "She'll be highly prized for her coloration at the very least."

Sasha didn't like the way the zangoose was grinning and tried not to think about the implications of his words.

"What's going on?" asked a sleepy voice from Sasha's left.

She turned to see an absol with bright blue eyes and pale pink fur stretch and yawn before meeting the eevee's gaze. She blinked in greeting, dipping her head slightly before smiling at her.

"Hello, my name is Songbreeze. It's nice to meet you," she said.

Sasha introduced herself and noticed the zangoose's face morph into a deeper scowl before he pointedly turned his back.

"You'll have to forgive him," Song said mildly. "He seems to get upset whenever I talk to other pokémon."

"Uh...huh," Sasha said slowly. "Can't imagine why."

"I do believe he has a crush on me," Song said quietly, eyes sparkling in amusement. "It's actually quite charming. Were he a little nicer to everyone else, I might have even given him a chance."

Sasha made a gagging noise and Song chuckled musically, causing the zangoose's ears to twitch.

"So, where you from, girlie?" the pidgey asked.

"Unova," Sasha replied. "Around Bewilder Forest."

"Humans tend to call it Lostlorn," the pidgey said, voice going thoughtful. "Didn't know eevee lived there."

"My parents were from Castelia originally, but moved someplace less crowded once I came along," Sasha said, lying down, flexing her paws with a grimace.

"I didn't know Team Rocket went as far as Unova," Seviper said.

"They're worldwide," Ninetales pointed out. "Little gangs in all the regions who collect and send pokémon wherever they're needed."

"Who'd want a Unovan Eevee?" the zangoose snorted, before yelping as Seviper swatted him with her tail.

"Who'd want a Kalosian Zangoose?" Pidgey smirked.

"When I get out of here, you're dead," the zangoose hissed.

"Shut. Up." Ninetales growled, fire turning blue.

The two pokémon glared at one another and Sasha sighed, resting her head on her paws.

She hoped she wouldn't be here long.

-

(13.7)

Citlali and Aylen stared at a pair of celebi - one green, one pink - thoughtfully.

"Why would we need names?" the pink one asked curiously.

"Well, it'd make it easier to identify you, for one," Aylen said.

"Even though there's dozens of you always popping in and out," Citlali added. "But you're the only glaringly different one here," he said, nodding to the the pink one. "Most of the rest of varying shades of green."

"And thus I should get my own name?" the celebi asked wryly. She shrugged. "Eh, I don't care. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Eilian seems appropriate, what with basically meaning a moment in time," Citlali said.

"You two have odd tastes in names," the celebi said with an amused flick of her antenna.

"Blame this idiot for sticking with the old and obscure ways," Aylen said, nudging Citlali playfully.

"Not my fault language has evolved from reading Unown manuscripts," the mew grumbled.

"Mhh," Eilian said. "I shall leave you to your work then and get back to mine. Come along, Celebi."

Citlali watched them go before turning his eyes toward the Lake Trio hovering around Arceus. "Them next?"

"I don't see why not," Aylen replied. "Got anything off the top of your head meaning emotion, willpower and knowledge?"

"We prefer Yuxie, Emrit, and Agnome, actually," came a voice.

Citlali twitched in surprise and blinked. "You three move quickly," he said.

"The perks of being a psychic, no?" Azelf said with a smirk. "Agnome, at your service."

"Emrit," Mesprit said.

"Yuxie," Uxie supplied.

"You didn't put a lot of effort into that, did you?" Aylen noted.

"No, can't say that I did," Yuxie said with a shrug. "Makes it easier to remember, I suppose and it's hard to tell if I'm being called by my name or by species."

"When you're the only one of your kind, can you really call yourself a species?" Emrit asked, twining her tails together idly.

"I don't see why not," Yuxie said.

"Right, well. Now that we have you lot named, I think it's best we moved on, no?" Citlali said, clapping his paws together.

"Who's next on your list?" Agnome asked.

"Well, Arceus is right there..." Aylen mused.

"You can call me Father like everyone else," Arceus said, not looking up from its work.

"Well, there's that done. Next?" Aylen said as Citlali pouted.

-

(13.8)

Mewtwo gazed down at Sasha, arms crossed.

"I suppose I might as well teach you the basics of fighting."

"I know how to fight," Sasha said, stung.

"Then show me," Mewtwo replied.

With a thought, he teleported Sasha and himself to an uninhabited stretch of plain.

Sasha stared around curiously and Mewtwo narrowed his eyes before tripping her with his telekinesis.

"No fair!" Sasha snarled as she scrambled to her paws.

"Of course it's fair," Mewtwo replied. "I am a psychic and I will use whatever is at my disposal to win."

"I suppose my best course of action would be to flee?" Sasha said.

"Correct."

Sasha emitted a bright flash of light, causing Mewtwo to shield his eyes. When he looked back, the eevee had vanished.

"Very good," Mewtwo said, switching to Aura vision. The eevee's unique signature blazed like a beacon underground and he let her get close before neatly side-stepping her lunge out of the dirt before he grabbed her by the neck and tossed her away. "Sloppy follow-up though."

Sasha landed on her paws and fired off a Shadow Ball. Mewtwo caught it in his hand and launched it back. Sasha flinched as it dissipated against her and Mewtwo used the moment to close the distance between them. He pressed his foot against her face lightly and pushed her back a few steps.

"Keep moving," he said, stepping back. "Use your small size to your advantage. Pepper me with Swift, blind me with Flash, throw mud at me. Confuse and irritate me then strike when my guard is down."

"But I'll tire long before you do," Sasha said as she split herself into several dozen copies via Double Team. The eevee horde then formed into two rings and started moving in opposite directions.

"Your goal is escape," Mewtwo said. "Find or create an opening to do so. Tunneling headfirst at your enemy is the last thing you should do."

"So you helpfully demonstrated," Sasha said dryly. Mewtwo was pleased to hear she had managed to make her voice directionless, making it harder to pinpoint her among the clones.

Then they started shooting Swift at him, interspersed with the occasional Shadow Ball and Flash.

Deflecting them with his hands and occasional Light Screen, Mewtwo waited.

Several eevee activated Flash simultaneously while several others proceeded to kick sand at him. He felt the ground tremble beneath his feet and he leaped back, only to be smacked upside the head with a fluffy tail.

He snagged the tail and found himself holding a glowing umbreon, who grinned at him before it detonated.

"Well, against your average pokémon, such a strategy would likely work," he said, brushing the soot off his fur.

"I was showing off a bit," Sasha admitted. "I should've ran once they started blinding you. Although it's quite hard to outrun someone who has your signature memorized."

"True, but if one of those is after you...well, you must've done something quite reprehensible and you'd probably deserve your punishment," Mewtwo said.

Sasha nodded before frowning.

"What is it?" Mewtwo asked.

Sasha scratched her head. "Dunno, but...the feeling of having a psychic after me...feels...odd. Like it's happened before."

Mewtwo's tail flicked thoughtfully. "Let's get you clean and we can talk a little more about that, shall we?"

-

(13.9)

Lusamine sat in her office, watching a security camera track the movements of Gladion as he wandered around the labs underneath Aether Foundation.

He stopped outside the door to the old Type: Null research laboratory and looked at the sign before opening the door and went in.

Lusamine switched cameras to an interior view of the lab and kept watching.

Gladion walked up to one of the three tubes holding the failed attempts at making a beast capable of fighting an Ultra Beast and rested his hand on the chilled glass.

Lusamine heard a soft knock on her door and she turned off the monitor. Whatever Gladion was doing wasn't important. If he wanted to play with corpses, that was his prerogative.

"Enter," she said.

The door opened to reveal a young girl with blonde hair, clad in a breezy white dress. A bag was slung over her shoulder.

Lusamine smiled as she got up to embrace her young daughter. "Hello, Lillie. How are you feeling?"

"Better," she said. "The sickness is gone."

"I'm glad to hear that. And how is...Nebby?"

Lillie's hands tightened on the bag strap. "Still recovering."

Lusamine frowned. "That is most unfortunate. Until it does, we cannot continue our research on Ultra Wormholes. Mohn will be ever so disappointed."

"He has plenty of information," Lillie said, idly stroking her bag. "For now, Nebby and I will be in the Conservatory."

"Very well. You may want to go pick up your brother on the way. He is in the Null Research Wing."

"That is acceptable. Goodbye, mother."

With a smile, Lillie curtsied and left the room.

Lusamine leaned back in her chair and steepled her fingers, mind wandering.

Soon, their plans would come to fruition and she would be rid of this world and its problems.

Lusamine touched a series of switches that sealed the room from any potential eavesdroppers and opened a communications link.

A gaunt face surrounded by wiry white hair appeared and Lusamine did her best to keep the distaste out of her voice.

"Nascour, how goes your research?"

"We've gotten all we need out of HG001 and have sent the data to Faba. I hope it will be of use to you."

Lusamine hadn't understood any of the numbers that had caused Faba so much joy, but she nodded.

"Your hard work is appreciated by Aether Foundation."

"As was your...generous donation to our cause. Is Lillie doing alright?"

"She's over her sickness, which you told me would never be a problem," Lusamine said.

"She'll be stronger because of it, I promise you."

"For your sake, I hope so."

Lusamine killed the connection and smiled.

Everything was coming together.

-

(13.10)

Mewtwo placed his paws on the floor of Aether Foundation's artificial island and grimaced.

"I don't like it either," Sasha said, tapping her claws against it lightly.

"I haven't really needed to walk anywhere before. Usually I just float," Mewtwo replied.

"Hm, so I guess you won't be partaking in any sports then?" Sasha asked with a small grin.

"Absolutely not. One Pokéathalon was enough for me, thank you very much."

"Now there's a story you'll have to tell me later," Sasha giggled.

They followed Gladion as he walked toward an elevator leading up, although Sasha noticed there were buttons for lower floors.

"I noticed," Mewtwo said at her inquisitive glance. "Unfortunately, the psychic jammer makes it...difficult to sense what's down there."

"Hm...something to ask about later," Sasha murmured, leaping up onto Mewtwo's shoulders to spare her paws the cold floor, causing Mewtwo to hiss quietly as her cool paws touched his fur.

Gladion glanced at them curiously before sending the lift upwards.

The lift arrived at a wide open area. The ceiling was dotted with large windows, bathing the room in warm sunlight. A series of walkways meandered around small grassy areas where trainers and people wearing distinct uniforms were tending and playing with pokémon.

"The Conservatory," Gladion said absently, looking around. His face darkened briefly before he set out towards the back of the room.

"He's really worried about Null, isn't he?" Sasha murmured softly.

Mewtwo followed along, looking down at the various pokémon curiously. "It's a common trait for trainers and pokémon alike. I'd be worried if something happened to you."

Sasha's ears heated up and she looked away. "Yeah," she said, a pair of green eyes coming to mind. Shaking herself, she felt the fur on her back ripple uneasily. "I do not like it here."

"Agreed, but we're here because Arceus was curious about it, so..." Mewtwo pointed out.

"Right," Sasha said.

They caught up with Gladion, who was standing in front of a woman with a frankly absurd hair style that Mewtwo and Sasha privately agreed was a bit over-the-top. Beside and slightly behind her were two men - one thin, one not - who were deep in quiet discussion over a pair of tablets. Nearby, a woman wearing glasses was holding the hand of a young blonde-haired girl who watched the events curiously before her eyes moved to the two newcomers and went wide with wonder.

"Ah, Gladion, so nice of you to bring guests," Lusamine purred. "They're just in time for the experiment, which is also why we collected...Null."

The name fell from her lips with poorly-concealed disgust and she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Anyway, shall we-"

A sound tore through the air, one unlike any heard before and everyone in the room stopped and lifted their eyes skyward.

A glowing crack had appeared in midair, pulsing like a heart with a myriad of colors. After a few moments, it twisted, before coalescing into a hole radiating an unearthly power.

From the hole came a strange creature.

Its appearance was similar to that of a jellyfish, the tendrils that extended from its underside were oddly-shaped, looking more like human arms and legs. It made no sound as it hovered in front of the hole.

"Perfect," Lusamine said. "Now we can begin."

 

[Persephone]

I must say that I very much enjoyed the first four chapters of this story. I thought they were, on the whole, some of the best fan fiction that I've read in a while.

Everything after felt... lesser. Increasingly lesser. And I know you can do better because you did. So I want to spend the first part of this review talking about how things went downhill.

The first four chapters had a broad plot and a fairly consistent tone. The story was about Mewtwo and Sasha's relationship, almost all scenes furthered this plot (character development can be plot), there was a general idea where the story was going and the tone was consistently at a romantic comedy level, albeit in a mostly platonic way. As far as things went it seemed like Mewtwo and Sasha were increasingly close friends, which was important for the latter because he didn't like people much and always struggled against it. The latter's arc was about dealing with her physical condition, figuring out her powers and accepting that her crush wouldn't be reciprocated but there are platonic sorts of love.

And then around chapters five and six all of those things fell apart.

First off, you added a lot of characters, many of whom have no consistent arc or characterization. It's hard to know why I should care about them, or even why they're there in some cases. Wes? Ash? Jesse and James? Why did their appearances matter at all?

Second, the main character's arcs and motivations collapsed. Mewtwo as a recluse learning to deal with other people? Turns out he's had/has half a dozen girlfriends and just walks around Kanto and Alola in public now, consequences be damned. That was especially jarring because early on Mewtwo hiding out in an abandoned apartment complex seemed like his way of hiding from everyone. Now he doesn't ever really express awkwardness around people.

Admittedly, Sasha's power exploration stayed for a while. But that has recently all but disappeared. The league quest, her ostensible plotline, was glossed over mostly off-page. Now things are about... something in Orre, something in Unova? There's an attempt to make Lusamine the big bad but it really came out of nowhere and neither of the characters have a convincing reason to be there doing it.

Honestly, it just felt like you played Gen VII and decided you wanted to fit it in somehow. To be honest, the later parts of the story just feel like you have ideas that could've worked well as spin-offs or one-shots and fit them into the story, just because. The Arceus stuff, Wes stuff and Ash stuff just doesn't feel important to the protagonists. It feels like they should be in separate stories.

The only real plotline that makes much sense anymore is the slow revelation of Sasha's backstory, but it's been thirteen chapters and we're only getting it at an agonizingly slow rate in the midst of tons of scenes that don't feel like they should even be in the same story as the first few chapters.

So if I were going to rewrite this, building off of what really worked at the start...

Draw the story out. Expand Mewtwo and Sasha's bonding to a full, proper first act. You can timeskip, but don't timeskip so much that it looks like their relationship abruptly changed offscreen. Deal more with Mewtwo's romantic struggles and Sasha's fears and insecurities. Focus the story on them dealing with their real, heavy problems. Then the middle third can be a greatly expanded badge quest arc that starts to get into their backstories. Then the third arc would be the characters' dealing with the problems that they were plagued with at the beginning head on and finally making things work. Mewtwo is estranged from the legends and struggling with people? He has to deal with a rough patch in his platonic and romantic relationships right as a quest opens from the gods that only he can do. Sasha feels insecure and weak after her past traumas? She battles up through the league and gains confidence... and then loses, perhaps badly, and has to deal with everything.

That's how I would've structured it. Leave the Arceus, Ash and Wes subplots to their own threads and focus on the quirky but emotionally resonant relationship you set up at the start. Make it about characters changing rather than random gags happening every other scene.

Comic relief is ok; but even in comedies it's bad to make it the entire story. It's always best to have some heart in the middle to keep people reading.

I thought the start was fantastic and, if this sounds harsh, it's only because I know for certain you can do better if you want to.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

I thought the start was fantastic and, if this sounds harsh, it's only because I know for certain you can do better if you want to.

Thank you for your feedback

If you liked the first few chapters, I imagine you'd then enjoy Ailette's Story and Walking with Gods, as they're much more focused on a smaller cast of characters and are (I'd hope) better-written

Links are in my sig

 

[Beth Pavell]

Appearing for a post-Awards review and ... this is going to be a difficult one. I'm pretty sure that most of what I could say would be effectively irrelevant - it's obvious that this is a story written mostly for the author, not the audience. But I've got to say something, so as best I can:

First thing I noticed is that once you get past the arbitrary nature of the pairing it's not entirely without merit, from the perspective of a non-shipper. The story might not take itself seriously, but the pairing is at least taken seriously enough that it comes across as sincere. Fluff is a more subtle art than most give it credit for, and the fluffy scenes here usually hit the right note. The fluff does lose its impact after a while as the scenes essentially repeat themselves.

There were a few other nice surprises in there. Aside from the odd silly spelling mistake the technical accuracy is on point - though your approach to titling chapters is really slapdash. It's been a while since I read a Giovanni who actually talked more like a mob boss rather than a kind of PG Christian Grey.

It's very obvious that this was never a planned story. If I didn't know this was a jumble of scenes slotted together I would have suspected as much from reading. Inconsistencies keep appearing, plot points appear and disappear, there's no pacing - all things Athena's covered above and I agree with. How much they'll matter to you is a different kettle of fish. I will expand on one point, though, which is that there's no conflict in this story. It doesn't matter whether it's Mewtwo never needing to balance the needs of his various girlfriends or Sasha getting a bag of toys to win Gym Battles with - whenever a potential problem starts to show itself the plot rushes right in to resolve it for them.

 

[LightningTopaz]

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Plot:

Not so much a plot as a loosely connected set of scenes. We get an actually somewhat realistic relationship between an Eevee and a Mewtwo, and then the beginnings of what could've been a very interesting journey fic...and then things start to get random--Arceus, Ash, and a number of other characters and plot points are thrown in seemingly for no reason at all.

If anything, the Eevee and Mewtwo relationship appeared to be the main thread. There was some potential in these two unlikely friends (and possibly lovers) exploring Kanto together, so I wanted to see this option explored more, with their growing relationship as a nice subplot.

Setting:

There's just enough description to give the audience a sense of where the characters are, but it's not enough to bring the world to life. Details would really make this story shine--there is a lot of potential to put the author's own stamp on Kanto.

Characterization:

Sasha and Mewtwo themselves have a little more of a buddy cop relationship in my eyes than a romantic relationship--although romantic moments are definitely there. Sasha is the wide-eyed optimist, while this incarnation of Mewtwo is the deadpan snarker. I will admit Mewtwo stole the show for me and made me smile, because I love a well-written snarky character. If anything, I wish their dynamic was expanded on and explored more instead of shoving in characters just because.

Style:

As I said before, the story is more a collection of scenes than something with a plot, although there are a number of intriguing threads that could've been put together into a coherent plot. That being said, it is decently written, and there were some moments that genuinely made me grin.

Technical:

A few typos here and there, but no major dealbreakers.

Overall:

There's a lot of promise and intriguing routes to take in developing this into a proper story, but there's still a ways to go in getting there. You have a very unique take on the Pokeworld as we know it, and I wanted to see that explored more instead of characters, plot points, and quirks thrown in just because.

And Mewtwo's review:

Depth:

While Mewtwo's movie 1 backstory is generally intact, I'm not really sure how he got from there to here. His relationship with Sasha, however, does show him coming out of his shell, learning social cues, and learning to love, but he also retains some razor sharp wit, and potential to develop past the glimmers we see in the story.

Development:

I'm not entirely sure what Mewtwo is supposed to be, much less what his character arc is supposed to be, given that the story itself has no plot per se. However, the conflicting aspects of his character only add to the confusion--one minute he is his brooding movie 1 self, the next minute he is the equivalent of a quick witted and snarky college student. Like the story he is in, there are many possible ways he could develop that just aren't explored.

Originality:

This is definitely not the Mewtwo you remember from movie 1, and exploring what could've happened to him after that is not something we've seen done very often. Most of the time, Mewtwo still retains his movie 1 personality or is flat out villainous. So I do applaud an attempt at a heroic Mewtwo, even if it is still flawed.

Entertainment value:

This is Mewtwo's strongest point--I love his repartee with Sasha, and many of his zingers made me smile. Flawed as he is, the one liners alone won me over, but comedy alone is not enough to overlook what I believe are glaring flaws.

Contribution to the plot:

He is one of the main characters, so you can't just cut him out, so I guess this could count as contributing to what little plot there is.

Overall:

A personality I like and a razor-sharp wit isn't enough to mask the Donphan in the room--his inconsistent characterization. Far too often Mewtwo is depicted as a villain, so an attempt at making a heroic one is potentially a breath of fresh air. Smoothing out the wrinkles in his character will go a long way towards making him better.

 

[Twilight-Kun]

(14.1)

Sasha stared out of her cage within Team Rocket's warehouse on Five Island – Chrono Island, the golden-hued pidgey had informed her – and sighed.

It had been over a week since her arrival and while the Rocket members let them out to exercise within the island's meadow, the various Rocket pokémon stationed around the edges of the meadow to keep them from leaving were a grim reminder that they were captives in a gilded cage.

Her ears pricked at the sound of a door opening and she lifted her head as a tall thin man with blue hair came into view. His crisp white uniform seemed to glow in the dimly-lit room as he looked down on the rows of caged pokémon.

Sasha heard the Zangoose hiss and a quiet murmur from the Seviper she couldn't make out.

"Exercise," the man said. "You have two hours."

At the far end of the room, a large door rumbled upwards, shortly followed by all the cage doors springing open.

Sasha was swept along in the crush of pokémon, balancing precariously on a ludicolo who seemed to be dancing to a tune she couldn't hear, but involved an uncomfortable amount of spinning.

"Here!"

Sasha glanced up to see the golden pidgey flying towards her, talons open.

She leaped up and grimaced as the bird's claws dug into her scruff, carrying her out of the warehouse.

Once free, the pokémon spread out over the large meadow and began to amuse themselves.

The pidgey dropped Sasha beside Songbreeze, who was lying on a small outcropping of rock, chin lifted, eyes closed, as she enjoyed the breeze coming off the ocean.

Below her, Rocket-trained Carvanha swam, alert for any possible pokémon trying to escape by water while a flock of Fearow circled overhead.

"Nice day," Sasha murmured, taking a seat beside the absol, who opened one eye to stare at her for a moment before closing it again. A chuckle escaped the absol's mouth and her tail flicked behind her, cutting the grass and sending the blades over the edge.

"It is," Song agreed. "Not many more before a storm though."

Sasha glanced at her, then at the blue sky, dotted with a few puffy clouds.

"Really?" the eevee asked, curiosity piqued.

Song tapped her paw against her horn and winked. "Helps being able to sense disasters."

"A storm is a disaster?" Sasha asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If it's big enough, yes," Song replied, examining her claws before idly carving shapes into the dirt.

Sasha watched her for a few minutes as the absol drew an image of herself before adding in wings.

"Does that look silly to you?" Song asked, brushing away some errant clumps.

"Can't say I've seen a winged absol, but it doesn't look awful," Sasha said. "You like to draw?"

"On and off," the absol replied, starting on a new drawing. "I find it's a good way to keep myself distracted from my current situation."

Sasha nodded and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence, occasionally broken by Song growling when she made a mistake and corrected it. After a few more minutes, she let out a soft grunt.

"That'll have to do," she said, blowing on it gently. "How'd I do?"

Sasha stared at the bust of herself, startled by how much emotion Song had managed to coax out of the ground.

"Too good," Sasha said, ears heating up. "That's an eevee I barely recognize."

Song let out a pleased hum. "That's good."

She refused to elaborate on that and playfully chased her off to hang out with the other pokémon.

-
(14.2)

Sasha's paws tangled around themselves and she collapsed with an irritated growl.

Shaking her limbs, she got back to her paws to meet her friend's worried gaze.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine, Green-Eyes," she muttered. He tilted his head, ears twitching as he did a little two-step prance.

"You keep getting distracted and lose your rhythm. What is it that's bothering you?"

Sasha tried to match his gait, keeping her eyes on his paws, lips pressed together in concentration. Her red eyes darted up to meet his green ones and her paws once again twisted around themselves.

"You are," Sasha said, scrambling to her feet, shaking herself.

The eevee blinked slowly. "I'm distracting you?" he asked, sounding crestfallen. "I'm sorry-"

"It's not your fault, it's mine," Sasha said, cutting him off, causing him to step back in surprise.

"Yours?" he said, now sounding amused. "How so?"

"Erm..." Sasha said, fidgeting. Steadfastly ignoring him, she once again ran through the paw steps he had shown her.

"Have you tried closing your eyes?" he asked. Sasha came to a stop with a thoughtful frown. "I mean, not being able to see me-"

"I get the idea," Sasha said dryly. "Then I'd be worried about stepping too far or leaping who-knows-where."

The green-eyed eevee looked around at the empty clearing they were practicing in with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't even start," Sasha warned, baring her teeth playfully. The other eevee stuck his tongue out at her and she crouched, wiggling her hips before leaping at him.

He danced backwards on his paws before lightly batting her flying form past him. As she landed, she pivoted on her front paws before launching herself at him even faster than before, bowling him over.

Pinning him, she nipped his ear before jumping off him and pranced away, tail flicking proudly.

He rolled to his paws and licked his ruffled fur. "See? You're learning," he said with a smile. "Just keep practicing and you'll get the hang of it in no time."

"Thank you. Wanna go hunting?"

The eevee's stomach responded before he could and Sasha bit back a snicker.

"I'll take that as a yes."

-
(14.3)

Citlali swam through the ocean, lost in thought.

Waking up in a new world had been a shock, which had worn off quickly. The following revelations concerning the fate of the world and the antics of humans that caused it stirred irritation in the diminutive legendary and Citlali had been startled at the intensity of the emotion.

Part of her - him, he chided himself absently - was tempted to ask Giratina if he could spend time with Cyrus, but what little he had glimpsed of the human showed that it would be a waste of time. The man was so far gone it was a surprise his mind hadn't shut down.

Darting around a school of startled feebas, Citlali perused a few of his new memories. Being a girl for extended periods of time was nothing new, as he had done that several times in the past, usually in pursuit of a particularly alluring partner to spend a few weeks with before he got bored - not distracted, as some of the new memories seemed to suggest, much to his irritation - and went looking elsewhere for entertainment.

Breaking the surface of the ocean, he did a few twirls to dry himself off and he shot skyward like a reverse meteor and turned to admire the planet she - he! - had helped populate.

A scowl crossed the mew's face and he rubbed his head tiredly.

He understood why his cloned brother despised humans and he wondered if the replica had picked it up from him.

Now if only he could find the elusive feline and ask him!

Sighing once again, the mew began circling the globe, searching for powerful psychic signatures.

Citlali was astounded by the volume of human psychics with power that rivaled the likes of gardevoir and alakazam, and wondered if Arceus had Chosen more humans to keep an eye on things...?

Yet another question he'd have to ask once he finished Arceus' request, he mused, before resuming his search.

-
(14.4)

Mewtwo and Sasha sat in the Saffon suite, the former staring at the latter, who tilted her head.

"So you'd like to take a look through my mind for possible psychic tampering?"

Mewtwo nodded. "You said you had a sense of meeting a psychic, but don't remember it."

Sasha nodded. "Whenever you're ready then."

Mewtwo gently placed his hands on the eevee, stroking her neck slowly before moving his fingers to her temples.

Sasha closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt Mewtwo's presence enter her mind. It brushed past her recent memories, and Mewtwo slowed as he reached the time he had found the eevee on Mount Silver.

A huge void greeted the replica and he moved past it, taking note of the damage with a wince. A huge chunk was missing and smaller bits and pieces beyond that were tattered, as if someone had torn through her mind with a claw.

He withdrew and Sasha let out a sharp gasp, blinking slowly, focusing her eyes on Mewtwo.

"Well?" she asked promptly.

Mewtwo let out a breath. "Yeah, someone has definitely tampered with your mind. They didn't just suppress them, they erased them completely."

"Oh," she murmured. "But…why?"

Mewtwo stroked his chin in thought. "I couldn't say. But…"

Sasha raised her eyebrows as his voice trailed off.

He shook his head. "It's such a small period of time and the damage beyond it is superficial at best – those areas can be filled in by the memories around them."

"So it's someone covering their tracks?"

Mewtwo nodded. "And there's only one psychic I can think of who may have run into you. One who's not a fan of variant-colored pokémon."

"Citlali?" Sasha asked.

Mewtwo dipped his head and shrugged. "We could find him and ask-"

"Nah," Sasha said, cutting him off. "He didn't permanently harm me and he's been perfectly polite in his visits to us. If he had wanted me dead, he'd have killed me during our first encounter. If he wants to talk about it, I'll let him bring the topic up rather than confront him on it."

Mewtwo crossed his arms and shook his head. "If that is what you wish."

His eyes glinted with amusement and his voice took on a teasing edge. "I saw that eevee friend of yours during my dive. I can see why you like him. He moves very well."

Sasha's ears heated and she looked away. "Dare I ask how much you saw?"

"I saw movements that were a dance of another nature," Mewtwo said. "He was quite tender with you."

Sasha turned to meet Mewtwo's eyes and smiled coyly. "You remind me of him sometimes."

"…Thank you," Mewtwo said, causing the eevee to stare at him oddly. "I'm glad you're that comfortable enough around me to admit that."

At Sasha's baffled look, Mewtwo continued. "Sometimes, when someone has multiple partners, they're drawn to others like them, which leads to strained relations between partners because they're worried the other will react poorly when compared to another."

"Has that happened to you?" Sasha asked.

"No," Mewtwo said. "I have never had more than one romantic partner simultaneously. Well…not until time was twisted into a pretzel, anyway," he added, tone thoughtful.

"Sabrina and Rei?" Sasha prompted.

"Rei was a special case. I was helping her get a handle on her powers and one thing led to another. Then you came along and she urged me to go after you before she left to find her own way," Mewtwo said, gaze distant. "Sabrina…we were drawn together by our similar backgrounds. Once we sat down and talked over drinks, we came to the amusing realization that we had been lovers in other timelines."

"And I told you that I didn't mind if you had other partners. In fact, I'd say I'm the secret mistress you keep on the side in this scenario," Sasha said with a smile.

Mewtwo snorted. "Don't sell yourself short."

He stroked over Sasha tenderly, scratching her head as she sighed, leaning into his touch.

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence and soon dozed off.

-
(14.5)

Sasha peered around the gloomy bowels of the abandoned apartment building where she was currently staying with Mewtwo.

The replica had told her about the pokémon living below, saying none of them were outright hostile, but had warned her to stay on her guard all the same.

So far she hadn't seen any pokémon she considered dangerous - mostly rattata, zubats and other small urban pokémon. A few growlithe were curled up beside an arcanine in one room and a family of shinx, luxio and luxray had claimed an entire floor for themselves.

Sasha paused in her exploration as a pair of voices - one clearly female, the other more androgynous - reached her ears and she poked her head around a corner.

A pair of absol were curled up together, murmuring softly to each other.

Sasha was startled she recognized one of them.

"Songbreeze?" she called, causing the reddish-pink furred absol to perk up.

"Sasha!" she said happily, getting to her paws. She gave the other absol a quick nuzzle and trotted over to embrace the eevee. Pulling back, Song gazed at her with a smile. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Sasha nodded, wagging her tail. "Not since the Warehouse. I'm glad you got out safely."

"I can say the same for you! We were wondering where you had gotten to in the chaos, and then when the roof fell in-" Song's gaze flicked over Sasha's body and she tilted her head. "What happened to you?"

"Divine intervention," Sasha replied. "Or something like that, anyway. I...ran into Archer's houndoom, who...didn't take kindly to my escape attempt and he decided to see how fireproof my innards were."

Song's eyes went wide and she nuzzled the eevee comfortingly. Sasha nuzzled back and gazed past the shiny absol to look at the other.

"So who's he?"

Song turned to gaze at him proudly. "He's my mate."

"Congratulations," Sasha said. "Or should that be 'my condolences'?"

"He said the same thing," Song said wryly, trotting over to him, Sasha tailing behind. "But he's perfect in all the ways that matter to me, so I'm happy."

"Hello, hello; my name is Aiedail," the absol said, blinking politely in greeting. "It's nice to finally meet the eevee my mate has told me so much about."

"All of it good, I hope?" Sasha asked.

"Heh," Aiedail glanced at Song. "I can see why you like her."

"What brings you here?" Sasha asked.

Aiedail and Song exchanged glances - the former more reserved than the latter. Aiedail relented under his mate's steady glare and he sighed, rubbing his head.

"I was assigned to keep an eye on you," he said. Sasha arched an eyebrow.

"By who? Why?"

"Do you know who Arceus is?" Aiedail asked.

Sasha nodded slowly, then again sharply.

"That explains that other absol," she muttered. "Said I was Blessed."

"Mhh," Aiedail said. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to keep you safe."

"Mewtwo saved my life," Sasha replied, glancing up at the ceiling with a small smile. "So I don't blame you for not doing your job."

Aiedail winced. "That hurt," he said with a pout. "Can you believe how ungrateful some pokémon are?" he asked Song, who rolled her eyes.

"It was nice to see you again," she said, turning to face Sasha. "Feel free to come visit in the future. We'll probably be here for a few months before Aiedail gets another job."

Sasha bid the two farewell and went back upstairs.

-
(14.6)

Beneath a clear moonlit sky, two eevees - one silver-furred, one red-furred - nestled together, heads pressed against one another, red eyes gazing into green.

"Something on your mind?" the green-eyed male asked his red-eyed companion, who shifted her smaller form against his.

"Well…" she said slowly, nervously. "I've been thinking of…giving myself…a name."

Her partner blinked in surprise. She ducked her head shyly.

"Why?" he asked, ears pricked attentively.

Her tail brushed against his belly slowly as she opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again and scowled.

"I can't really put it into words," she said at last. "It's just a feeling."

The red-hued eevee tilted his head curiously. "Have you chosen a name then?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"What reason would I have to laugh at a name?"

She smiled slightly before taking a breath.

"Sasha…I'd like to call myself…Sasha."

The green-eyed eevee was silent and Sasha squirmed lightly.

His forelimbs wrapped around her torso, his lips brushing against her fur, tickling with his breath.

"That's a lovely name for a lovely eevee," he murmured tenderly, kissing her cheek.

"I just hope my parents approve," Sasha murmured. The arms around her tightened slightly before loosening.

"Do you want to go tell them?"

Sasha turned in his grip, red eyes glowing warmly.

"No…not yet. The night is young. It can wait."

-
(14.7)

Ho-Oh hovered above the glowing ruins of the Cipher laboratory, glaring down at the place that had experimented on him for the better part of a decade before he wheeled around and flew away.

Time passed - how much, he wasn't entirely sure. The sun warmed his tired body, keeping him energized and his wing beats eventually led him to the familiar lands of Johto.

Flying towards the familiar peak of Tin Tower, Ho-Oh folded his wings and landed. The tower usually shook beneath his weight when he landed, but he hadn't yet regained his normal size or weight and the tower remained still.

With a sigh, Ho-Oh let his head fall onto his breast and his eyes drooped in sleep.

"Father!"

Ho-Oh jerked awake at a trio of voices, shortly followed by three shapes tackling him.

Blinking in surprise, Ho-Oh took a few seconds to get his bearings straight and as his gaze sharpened, he saw three familiar faces in front of him.

"Ah, my sons, and daughter," he said slowly. "What brings you here?"

Suicune tossed her head, ribbons twining about her lithe form. "We've been looking all over for you!"

Raikou growled, thunder rumbling softly. "For quite a number of years, actually."

"Where were you? Everyone's been worried sick!" Entei said, his usual stoic demeanor evaporating in the face of his worry.

Ho-Oh stared at them in disbelief. "That can't be right. Nobody would miss me. I've done terrible things. Things that can never be forgiven-"

"If you're talking about memories, stop," Suicune said sternly, stomping a paw. "None of those carried over to this timeline. If you'd have answered Arceus' summons all those years ago, you'd have known this."

Ho-Oh's beak flapped uselessly as he tried to formulate a response, but the words wouldn't come. With a strangled squawk, he burst into tears.

"I'm so sorry!" he bawled.

The beasts of Johto exchanged startled glances before snuggling up to their father, nuzzling the shaking phoenix tenderly, murmuring gently to him.

-
(14.8)

Sasha swayed lightly to music coming from a phonograph Mewtwo had picked up during one of his nightly strolls around town.

Her paws tapped out a short rhythm, tail and hips moving in time as she twirled and pranced around without any real rhyme or reason.

Letting out a silent breath, she reared up onto her hind paws and took a few steps before dropping back to all fours, slipping seamlessly back into her routine.

She yelped in surprise as she was then scooped up by a pair of arms and swung around before brought in against a familiar lavender pelt.

"Mewtwo?!" she squeaked, ears burning.

"Well hello to you too," Mewtwo replied, sounding hurt. "Did I interrupt something?"

Sasha pushed herself away with a paw so she could look up at him, doing her best to keep her face from getting any hotter.

The clone gazed at her inquisitively and she sighed, giving his chest a nuzzle.

Mewtwo stroked her coat softly, eyes distant, thoughtful.

"That dance…does it have any purpose?"

Sasha's ears heated again and Mewtwo's brows rose.

"A mating dance, then?" he guessed. Sasha made a strangled noise and averted her eyes. "You seemed awfully familiar with it," he added teasingly.

Sasha growled at him and swatted him lightly. He caught her paw and gave it a squeeze.

"It's just a thing some wild pokémon do," she muttered.

"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" Mewtwo asked, setting her down on the couch.

"No, you didn't," Sasha replied, kneading the cushion absently. "I just got carried away."

"Is it meant as something private between lovers?" Mewtwo asked.

Sasha winced and nodded. Mewtwo frowned. "I'm sorry," he said again.

He blinked as Sasha moved, placing her front paws on his chest, bringing her face close to his.

"You know I love you, right?" she asked.

"Yes?" Mewtwo replied.

"So there's nothing wrong with showing you the…uh…conclusion to that dance. If you want, anyway."

Mewtwo's mind went blank for a moment and he stared at the silver eevee for a moment before his hand cupped her cheek, stroking gently.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Once given, such a gift cannot be taken back."

Sasha nodded. "I want to do this for you," she said softly.

"Very well. Show me."

And she did.

-
(14.9)

Ash blinked awake, eyes darting around his bedroom for a moment before his mind caught up with his reflexes.

Sitting up in his bed, he rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Another day, another dream," he murmured, getting to his feet.

Grabbing a set of clothes, he went through his morning routine automatically.

Stepping out of the shower, he wiped the mirror clear and stared at the adult gazing back at him.

It felt bizarre staring at himself all grown up after waking up to the face of a kid for nearly twenty years and he turned away with a slight shudder. Living though childhood was not an experience he'd like to repeat for a third time and he silently thanked Arceus for giving him leave from any actual Chosen business.

Of course, if he happened across someone in need of help, he'd drop what he was doing to assist them, but so far, nothing world-threatening had reared its head.

Unless the other Chosen weren't telling him...?

Shaking his head, he chuckled before brushing a hand through his hair. If they weren't telling him, odds are it was so he wouldn't leap on Pidgeot and fly to the action anyway.

Going downstairs, he heard quiet voices in the kitchen and wondered if his mother had invited guests. Or brought home a date.

Wouldn't be the first time.

But on a day like today...

Once again shaking his head, Ash entered the kitchen and froze.

"Hello, Ash," Arceus said cheerfully. "Happy birthday."

A trio of voices echoed the sentiment from his left and he turned to see a Celebi, Victini and Meloetta sitting at the table.

"Right," Ash said blankly. "Thanks."

"I was expecting more of a reaction," Celebi murmured.

"We did kinda drop in unannounced," Victini pointed out.

"No, no, it's fine," Ash said, waving his hands. "Just not entirely awake yet."

"Would a Wake-Up Slap help?" Meloetta asked.

"Thank you for the kind offer, but I think I'll pass," Ash said with a small grin. "It's nice to see all of you again. What've you been up to?"

Delia placed several different kinds of breakfast foods on the table, ranging from crepes, waffles, pancakes, french toast and eggs to various kinds of muffins, bagels, and scones.

"Your mom's got some ridiculous skills," Victini said with a whistle. "Could we borrow her for a week or two?"

"So long as you ask before whisking me away," Delia said, waving a wooden spoon at the legendary pokémon. "Twice was enough, thank you very much."

Celebi poured a little bit of everything into a small wormhole - "For later," he said when asked about it - and everyone dug into the meal.

"Kinda surprised nobody else showed up," Ash said as he helped his mother clean the dishes.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure they'll show up at a more reasonable time. Lunch, perhaps and then there's dinner to consider..." Delia said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm going to be rather busy, so could you be a dear and go get some things for me?"

She pressed a rather alarmingly-sized pad of paper into his hands and Ash flicked through the pages and pages of compact text in growing disbelief.

"I'll swing by Oak's and pick up a few helpers," Ash said, tucking the pad away. Turning to Arceus and the others, he grinned. "Care to join me?"

Arceus and Celebi shook their heads while Victini and Meloetta nodded.

"I expect you both back by midnight," Arceus said.

"Bring leftovers," Celebi said.

"Of course," Meloetta replied with a curtsy.

The two diminutive legendaries claimed Ash's shoulders and the trio left the house.

"Where's Pikachu? You two are usually inseparable," Victini said as they crossed the road, earning several gaping stares from the locals.

"He's spending time with his wife and kids," Ash said.

"Bwuh?" Meloetta said in surprise. "When did that happen?"

Ash shrugged. "About two years ago."

"Time flies when you're busy trying to keep it from falling apart," Victini said wistfully. He glanced at Meloetta and opened his mouth.

"No," she said. "Well," she added slowly at Victini's forlorn look. "Maybe some day, once all this is sorted out, alright?"

Victini cheered up at that and Ash idly stroked the Victory Pokémon's head.

(14.10)

Sasha dragged her paws as she made her way towards her home.

The eevee's stomach was churning uncomfortably as she went over what she wanted to say to her parents, about what she had decided.

Reaching her den, she took a breath and went in.

Her parents greeted her warmly, twining around her and licking her head.

Once the pleasantries were out of the way, Sasha cleared her throat.

"Mom, dad, there's something I'd like to tell you," she said slowly, taking slow deep breaths. Her parents exchanged knowing glances and settled down, ears pricked attentively.

"I've decided to give myself a name."

Her parents jerked back in surprise, eyes wide. Jolteon's jaw dropped and Umbreon let out a weak "What?"

Swiftly composing themselves, they shared another look, one more confused than the last and Jolteon coughed awkwardly.

"Well…that wasn't what we expected," he said sheepishly.

Sasha blinked in surprise. "Eh?" she asked blankly.

"We thought you had decided to take that eevee as your mate and were planning on moving out," Umbreon said. "A name though…are you sure?"

Sasha nodded. "I've been thinking about it for a while now and…I've decided on Sasha."

Her parents murmured the name to themselves a few times, frowning. Jolteon eventually nodded and smiled.

"Welcome home, Sasha."

Umbreon gave her daughter a kiss on her forehead, purring warmly.

"And so your own story begins. I'm so proud of you," the older 'mon murmured, nuzzling her offspring lovingly.

Sasha blushed and snuggled back happily.