Blue looked at the legendary before him, radiating energy and a powerful sight to behold. If it had been under any other circumstances, Blue would have been envious of the trainer. But this Pokémon didn’t have a trainer. And that meant it was a once in a lifetime chance. Blue released his Pokémon, and the fight was underway almost immediately.
They fought brilliantly. Even with all of Blue’s skill, he was barely a match for the Pokémon. Nothing commanded respect quite like the Pokémon before him. If the physical attacks weren’t devastating enough, Blue had to deal with constant pressure on his mind as the Pokémon tried to force him to surrender. Blue refused to let the Pokémon win, this Mewtwo was his.
As quickly as the battle started, it was over almost as quickly, leaving Blue in almost mute shock. The legendary fell to it’s knees, and growled at him as he pulled out a Pokéball. Blue considered grabbing his one and only Master Ball, and reached for it. If any Pokémon deserved his Master Ball, it was this legendary.
’Wait.’ A voice spoke to Blue’s head, and he jumped in fright, dropping both Pokéballs, and falling on his butt. The legendary waited patiently for the trainer to work out who was speaking. Blue stood back up, and slowly approached the legendary, hesitantly.
’I can’t leave yet. I am waiting, and no trainer with any type of ball is going to stop me!’ Mewtwo leapt back up and grabbed Blue by the neck, holding him against a nearby wall. Mewtwo narrowed his eyes, watching Blue slowly suffocate.
“W-Waiting for what?” Blue coughed out a question before he could no longer get any more breath, grasping at the fingers around his neck. However, just as darkness began to cloud his vision, he felt the hands release him, and fell to the ground coughing.
’I don’t know.’ Mewtwo watched the trainer slowly get to his feet, and rub his neck, where some marks were. As the trainer slowly got his breath back, Mewtwo noticed he seemed similar to the trainer that had come before, but also not at the same time.
“Surely you must have some idea of what you’re waiting for? And could you, maybe, not strangle me next time? Why not use some of that Pokémon psychic stuff you were using to throw my Pokémon around the room. Cause there’s a small fact you didn’t consider, I don’t want to die.” Blue glared at Mewtwo, despite the fact the Pokémon could easily start strangling him again. Mewtwo watched the human, perplexed by his behaviour.
’Well, I think it might be a person, but I’m not sure. As for the not-strangling you, I guess a few broken bones would be preferable to death, I will keep that in mind for the future.’ Mewtwo watched as the trainer rolled his eyes, taking a step and getting closer to Mewtwo’s face. What was it with this human, was he trying to get him angry?
“So what exactly do you think this person’ll have? Is he like your creator or something?” Blue jumped back as Mewtwo suddenly exploded into purple energy, feeling his back against the wall. Blue put on a sheepish smile, hoping this legendary wasn’t still planning to kill him.
’No! It is not my creator I am waiting for! Never that vile little pathetic piece of brain dead-‘ Mewtwo continued to mouth off against it’s creator, telling Blue exactly what he thought of the humans that had made him, and how he felt about humans in general. After calming down, Mewtwo noticed the wide eyed stare of the human, and realised he had broken another human.
“Dude, your past must be really messed up.” Blue finally blinked, and glance over to where the balls were sitting, before cautiously edging around Mewtwo and picking them up. Mewtwo watched this suspiciously, but made no move to stop him. Blue put the Master Ball away.
“How about I make you a deal Mewtwo? You help me with whatever my whims decide, and I’ll help you find this thing you’re looking for. Do you really want to waste away at the bottom of a cave?” Blue held out the Pokéball and smirked, letting false confidence radiate from his body as he stood up straight, and tried to look sure of himself. It wasn’t like he was gambling with his life or something.
Definitely not, absolutely not.
’I’m not going to kill you…’ Mewtwo watched as the human visibly relaxed before quickly returning to it’s pose, and felt the slight tug of amusement. Despite the fact the human was certain Mewtwo was going to kill him, he tried to maintain his façade, and even offer to help.
Wondering what made this human different from the ones before it, he supposed it was the fact this human didn’t seem slightly bothered with the fact he had just called his entire race a fair amount of bad language. In fact, if Mewtwo peeked inside the human’s mind, he didn’t blame Mewtwo for coming to that conclusion. Mewtwo thought about staying in this cave, waiting for the thing he was waiting for, compared to travelling with this human and searching for it, and a small smile fell on his face.
’You have a deal, trainer.’ Mewtwo held out a hand to touch the Pokéball, but watched as the trained pulled it back, and rolled his eyes, and pointed to himself.
“I’m Blue, call me that, not trainer. Feels weird being called that by something that talks.” Blue shivered, before smiling and holding out the ball once more. Mewtwo nodded once, and cautiously reached for it. As his hand connected with it, he felt himself be sucked inside, and knew he had passed the point of no return.
And strangely enough, he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.