(3.1)
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.
(3.2)
"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."
(3.3)
"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.
(3.4)
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.
(3.5)
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."
