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Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon (what do you know, that's the last time I have to say it for this story - cheers!-).
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Author's Note: Oh my god…this is the end. This is the end! (Promptly starts to hyperventilate in disbelief.) So after nearly four years, we've reached the epilogue of this epically long fanfiction story. I have to say, I'm both profoundly relieved and even sad. It's been a good run, as I've said before, and though this fic is flawed, I think it's decent despite those errs. As of such, I doubt I'll go back to revise it through – it currently shows an interesting amount of growth, and I've heard that this development is inspiring and gives hope to some in improving their own work. Besides, I have so many other projects to focus on these days, XD! Anyhow, to the acknowledgements:
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Well, in deepest gratitude to all of you for your support, on with the epilogue!
Previously: Mewtwo returned to the remaining MSIRE agents who held his daughter, and pled for Marissa Stoneson to take his life instead of those in his family. Although she listens to the clone's reasoning, the young leader refuses to accept his offer; she regards his actions as a conscious choice to allow Angelyn to perish. Desperate, Mewtwo breaks his ill child from her cage and attempts to escape with her. However, he is surrounded before he can flee and then shot. Fortunately the wound is not fatal, and Aaron – who had been hunting down his partner for some time – decides to take the conflict into his own hands by firing his weapon at Marissa. After she falls, the young man tells Mewtwo to take his family and leave the region. Once the felines say goodbye to the healing Kirya, they follow his advice and leave for their new home in Mt. Quena. Later Marissa awakens in an ambulance with Aaron at her side, and asks if the battle is finally over: he replies that it is. Months pass, and the couple announces the disbanding of MSIRE to the public. Somewhere in the region an old group of friends listens to the news, and concludes that now everyone is at last free.
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Three Years Later….
Over the course of the cool morning hours of autumn, the adamite sun had climbed its way to the summit of the gathering cumulus clouds over the Jhoto frontier. It presently gloated as it peered down upon the earthen lands beneath it, while retaining its pale, heated mirth. In its half light, which filtered like champagne through the deciduous trees that made up the sprawling forests below, a woman in her early twenties cussed at the sudden gusts of wind, which blew falling leafs into her face. Her hiking boots were encrusted with road dust, and showed much wear from having traveled by foot across several hundred miles to reach this point. As the chilly air again whipped across her exposed hands and cheeks, she clutched her leather jacket around herself tighter, grimacing as the icy zephyr caught the strands of her golden hair and made them dance across her face, obscuring her vision. As the twigs of naked bushes reached out to snag on her jeans, prodding her fragile flesh beneath, she let out another slew of curses, before stopping with a stomp of her foot. She gazed up at the firmament with an amber glare that threatened to make the Almighty Himself back up a step in wariness.
"Fuck - this screwy - Jhoto weather - and these forests! Where the hell are all the pines?" she hissed, and then ranted on in a louder voice that carried through the trees: "You southeastern regions…you have to resort to unpredictable tactics to make up for your lack of balls with your low freaking latitudes! Well I swear, you won't be laughing much longer!"
She spun, pointing to all the maples clustering around her. "You just wait a couple hundred years: the spruce will beat your wooden hides and take over these lands! No more of these leaves falling everywhere and hiding all the creepy bugs and crunching noisily under your feet! You just wait!"
The deciduous trees, theirs boughs of the hot shades of fire and the desert dunes, were entirely unimpressed with her spiel. They merely whispered taunts back at the female, and she muttered right on back, clearly displaying the fact that she had been alone for the most part in her recent travels. The isolation was evidently beginning to go to her head: that she'd sung with her inanimate radio – in an almost drunken manner, mind you - only further stressed her nearly depraved status. Presently, she placed her hands on her waist and kicked at the dry, yellowed grass beneath her feet…and then she grinned with the smirk of a Cheshire cat. With deliberation she pulled one of the spheres from her belt, the red and pale-silver orb dilating as the button at its center was pressed. With a shout, she tossed the apple-sized globe into the air, and watched as it unhinged. White light flashed, shooting towards the ground like slow lightning, and soon formed into a material creature of white fur and black blades. The adult male Absol glanced around, taking in their new surroundings with his garnet eyes. He cast an incredulous look towards his mistress's way: for one thing, they were not even at the base of the mountain range yet. For another matter, there was no trainer to fight, nor any wild pokemon to defeat. Why had she bothered to call him out now, especially with that storm overhead, which just seemed to be waiting to send precipitation into his clean, dry fur? Hell, what did she want him to do? Howl at it to wait an hour until they reached their destination?
Catching his gaze, Kirya Brooks - the Wandering Gym Leader - pointed to the slightly obstructed trail in front of them and said sweetly, "Kit, would you be a dear and clear the path? These branches are really starting to piss me off." Cue the creepy giggles.
A drop of nervous sweat rolled down his dark face as he made out how her eyes were alit with a tell-tale, crazed glow. How wonderful: they had barely started on their intended journey and she was already going loopy. With an exasperated sigh, the beast faced the trail before them and reared back, charging the air around his forehead blade and thrusting its cutting force forward in a perfect Razor Wind. The attack shredded the branches that stuck out into the deer path, and blew away the gathered leaves. With a happy grin, his mistress skipped forward; she thanked him with the honeyed-tone of a little kid who had received what she'd been tormenting her parents over purchasing her. Kit supposed it could be a whole lot worse…after all, she was nearing her twenty-first birthday: soon she'd be able to legally hit the pubs. Not that she hadn't had her fun on the way here…being in a position of prominence (even outside of her jurisdiction) had led her to be given several perks he tried not to remember. Could a pokemon get psychological therapy? It probably wasn't likely; however, he'd be content with a vacation after they got back home. After all, this was NOT what he had volunteered for…!
As the Absol and his trainer walked on the next few miles, the woman-girl singing along to lyrics which were playing over the radio, the stony cliffs of Purity Canyon towered over them, daring them to attempt to climb its dangerous peaks. They had left behind the bus station and the Routes a couple of hours prior, and wondered now if indeed they had to subject their sore muscles to yet more abuse. Of course, considering that they were well inured to tackling far more treacherous terrain, it wouldn't be much of an issue…but it would be such an annoyance…! As they took a break at the nearby river, filling the canteen and cooking up some instant noodles for a quick snack, the thunderclouds rumbled overhead, warning of rain that would drown their little campfire. Kirya, having calmed down from her earlier bout of eccentricity, scowled up at the dark underbelly of the firmament. The sun was still trying to beat the storm down, so it could shine its triumph like a complete showoff…but for its struggles it succeeded only in casting rays the color of beer through the branches above. Sol would fail, she knew: it was just a matter of time until it was covered in dense vapors, despite its stubbornness. She groaned as the first frigid raindrops began to fall, and saved her ramen from being contaminated by the precipitation. Not that the water table around here was anything less than pristine, but all the same the rain would cool their food. She quickly served herself some, and released her team members so they could enjoy the rest of the large batch. Even the ghosts munched happily under the accursed maple trees, which dripped on them mockingly. By the time Kirya was cleaning up her cooking utensils and repacking the supplies, the storm had already blown over. "Freaking screwy weather," she muttered, and recalled her team back into their pokeballs, with the exception of Kit.
As they stalked down the path once more, further into the depths of the wilderness, the Gym Leader cast a miffed glance to the sky and murmured quietly, "Where are you guys? You can't have not sensed that we're here…come pick us up already! You can't seriously want us to climb your fence…even you aren't that merciless."
Kit just stared at his trainer with an incredulous expression. She swiftly amended her words: "Well, the boys might be that mean…as well as our Lady Macbeth - but Neva and Angelyn wouldn't – at least I don't think they'd get a kick out of it! At least I hope not…that would rather bite."
A telepathic chuckle from above them made them both go into fighting stance…before the two relaxed, spying the one who lazed upon one of the maple's boughs, leaning her slim body against the trunk of the towering tree. The feline's form was long and sinewy, with off-white fur that was stained deep crimson at the midriff and tail, and her violet eyes peered down at them with amusement. The being's features were distinctly feminine, though slight in their curves, and the mature adult rose to her feet and jumped down from her perch, landing a few feet before the two vagabonds. With a smirk eerily like that of her father's, she greeted them. (Hello Aunt Kirya, Cousin Kit. I apologize for not arriving sooner to save you guys from the storm, but considering the arsenal you gathered around yourself…well, you might as well have been a blind spot. As of such, sensing your precise whereabouts wasn't particularly easy,) she explained, and went on lightly, (I do hope you managed to get here without too much trouble, regardless.)
Kirya Brooks smiled widely and laughed. "Oh, we managed. Now come here already - I haven't seen you in months!"
The Absol rolled his eyes at her pleasant tone, recalling her earlier attitude; as his mistress hugged her feline niece close, she donkey-kicked him discreetly for giving her such an obnoxious expression. He growled as her boot struck his shin, and though she could hardly muster enough force to hurt him, he knew what items of her clothing he would shred first as payback. She'd better say a heartfelt goodbye to her naughty lingerie: she wouldn't be able to tease anyone with it for much longer…! Yet as the two females pulled apart and the other pokemon embraced him too, he pushed such thoughts aside for later - it was nice to see his old friend again. He pressed his face close to hers in his equivalent of a hug, and then stepped back so the Gym Leader could return him to his own spot in pocket dimensional space. He would be free to roam again within a few minutes; for now the next stage of travel was not for him. A shame, that fact: he would have liked to experienced flight, even if at the hands of a psychic…!
White light flashed, and then there were quiet, peaceful shadows….
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Over the past few years, I've received numerous soaring sessions whenever I'd visited Mewtwo and his family at Mt. Quena. Though my pokemon and I were quite capable of breaching the natural landmark's craggy barriers by ourselves, telekinetic flight was far easier and faster when it came to entering their haven. Hence, in general, it was safer for our group. Fortunately, no one had ever spotted our transitions through midair in the past, nor had seen the glow of icy light that accompanied the use of levitation. Not even the couple stationed at the local bus stop (the two researchers with whom I'd spent numerous hours discussing the variations between these regions and my homeland) had ever discovered the true reason why I visited this place each year, and oftentimes more than once at that. It was their belief that I merely drifted through here on my ever-changing, wandering paths across the nations…and while that was true in part, there was a greater draw to this place for me than mere scenery. My second family was here; and this time, there was far more than just a visit on everyone's minds.
As our plans for the future blossomed in my thoughts, I grinned giddily. I'd been waiting for this day to come for years, hoping fervently that something of its nature would occur…and now, finally, it was a reality. Ascending, the air cooled and thinned, the moisture of the dissipating clouds obscuring our vision as we flew towards one of the openings to the underground channels within the canyon. Angelyn glanced back at me as we entered into its stony confines, her eyes glowing azure as a clear, summer sky. She had certainly grown into quite the stunning female; whoever she finally chose as her mate would be quite a lucky bastard. Tilting my head slightly, letting her draw me along, I wondered vaguely if that had already occurred. After all, her folks and I knew she had her interests: the most likely candidate for her courtship was already set in our minds, even if she denied it. From one of the pokemon clans occupying these mountains, that particular Gallade was a childhood friend of hers. Funnily enough, she hadn't even realized he'd been male until after they'd bathed together as children. I could still fully recall her horror and embarrassment as she had run out of the hot springs, shrieking her mortification to the world. Although, I suspected Fiore had been more disturbed - that his new friend had thought him a girl must have been a wretched blow to his young ego. Still, they'd been close ever since, despite the shaky start. They'd trained together, currently shared many impish adventures and memories…I, at the very least, thought that with all that history they were meant to be together. That their shapes were a little different hardly mattered - from what I knew of breeding they'd be compatible, and even if they hadn't been, they still cared enough for each other that it wouldn't have mattered anyhow.
Of course, the two were both stubborn and oblivious to the fact that they could be romantic with one another, at least during the last time I'd checked up on their progress. It almost aggravated me as much as the whole situation with Mewtwo and Neva had, but I doubted anything could trump the frustration I'd experienced with that issue. Shaking my head slightly to fence away the ridiculousness of those months, and trying to keep an idiotic smile from my face, I called out to my niece: "So, Angelyn, how's Fiore been?"
From my vantage point, she seemed to stiffen. The smile slid from my face even as she answered, (He's…well. I haven't spoken to him in several weeks, however, so I cannot be certain.)
I frowned, my brow creasing in deep furrows. This was unusual: I'd known she'd started to become distant from her family lately (she'd been disappearing for days at a time from what I'd heard), but I'd been under the impression that she'd been going off with Fiore for some 'alone time.' At her age that would be natural, but apparently that hadn't been the case. With care, as I didn't want to accidently step on her feelings or set her off, I asked, "Did you two get into a fight?"
She took her time answering, and our flight slowed minutely. The rushing waters beneath us nearly covered up her words as she ground out: (…Yes. Rather, he was trying to pry into my personal business - and while I appreciate his concern, I don't feel like talking to him about some matters.)
My eyebrows rose - again, this was a little off. Like any confidences between friends, her openness with the male had superseded her ease in chatting to her parents and me. That there was something she wouldn't tell him (unless it was about him or something that would hurt him) was a matter of concern, because if she hadn't told him, then…, "Angelyn, are you talking to anyone about these matters?"
She turned towards me, regarding me with a look I couldn't really interpret – almost a glare, yet it didn't make me flinch from its sharpness. (No, I'm not. Aunt Kirya, I would rather we enjoy your visit instead of going through a parental interrogation that I'm now old enough to not merit receiving. This is my personal privacy – it's not as if I drill you for information on your relationship with your lover, so-.)
"-Angelyn! Come on, he's my boyfriend - don't call him that!" I winced, feeling a heavy blush spread across my face.
She smirked evilly, and then went on in a light, teasing tone: (But that's what he is to you, is he not? After all, he loves you both emotionally and physically, and since you reciprocate rather enthusiastically-.)
"-ANGELYN! How in God's name would you know that-?"
(-Because you just confirmed it,) she called back, chuckling deeply.
Well shit - see, this was why I only visited a few times a year! Now if the polite firstborn was going to taunt me over this, there wasn't a shred of hope for me once we reached their actual home. As we drifted through the dark tunnels deeper into the depths of the canyon, with blackish waters below sucking in the blue light around us as we floated through the labyrinth, I sulked in silence. I always ended up leaving this place with no intention of coming back until well into the next year, but within a month I couldn't remember why, and so began to crave the company of my feline family again. Yet as soon as I got back here, I could recall perfectly well the reason why I'd wished to evade the area. By then it was far too late to even think about running away though. They'd caught me in their paws, ready to goad me endlessly in the traditional game of tease-Aunty-to-death, until I somehow managed to get in a few jabs that would make them forfeit and put the scheme away in a drawer until next time. Of course, each new time it was taken out they got new pieces and situations to add to their board, and new rules that made the whole process more elaborate. Fortunately for me I had a stash of past memories to throw into the kids' faces concerning their parents' love-life, which worked wonders in shutting them all up. Going into description of certain scenes I'd stumbled on between Mewtwo and Neva pretty much took care of tossing the game into the nearest bin, at least until they forgot why they'd given up in the first place. Laughing under my breath, I quickly prepared some lines which would make them raise the white flag before they stained my face red with their own verbal assaults….
Yet as we reached one of the stretches of rocky shore and landed, I never got a chance to use what was poised on my tongue. When we passed through the entrance that led into one of the larger chambers of the group's haven, I found myself promptly buried in white and red fur that smelled strongly of musk and dirt. Gagging at the earthy odor, I gave a strangled croak as the one fiercely embracing me commented: (What's this…? Not knocked up yet, Aunt? I thought Caleb could do better than that!)
Dazedly I flipped the bird at my older nephew and muttered, "Pills plus plastic work wonders, kiddo. Now let me breathe damn it, or I'm leaving you here tonight."
Darien, who looked like his mother in every manner (just in the masculine build of his kind), let me go with a laugh. As I managed to get a lungful of air, I regained my bearings while I looked around myself, my eyes adjusting to the sudden glow before me. We were in the greeting chamber I was familiar with: a space about twelve-by-twelve feet in circumference, with the thin grass below our feet given life by the shaft of sunlight filtering down from the open gap above our heads. Behind us was the exit to the underground river, towards which the ground sloped slightly. Before us was the entrance to the gardens of the cavern complex, and from there the tunnels to the other chambers of the subterranean structure. Leaving my hiking boots behind on the green politely (it felt so good to tear them off anyhow – unbelievably, my toes were still there!), I followed the lanky male and his comparatively graceful sister into the garden. Seeing yet another of their coloring crouched among the plants grown in the moist, warm area, gathering some small honeydew melons in a basket, I smiled widely as I took in the expression of the scarred one. The tip of Neva's tongue stuck out past her lips as she carefully twisted a ripe fruit from its clutching vine, her intense focus on avoiding any damage to her and her mate's garden clearly evident. She stretched after placing the pale fruit in one of the nearby baskets, and from my position I could hear the vertebrae of her spine crackle as she twisted her back left to right and back again. (Darien,) she called out, yawning, (Would you come back here and take these to your father?)
(Mother, Aunt Kirya's arrived.)
Her eyes widened and her gaze shot upwards to the three of us gathered here. After her surprise resolved itself, she grinned widely. (Well damn – so much for getting lunch ready before you came! I didn't hear Angelyn and you arrive over the falls,) she said as she rose and came over to us. Wrapping her pale arms around me she murmured, (Welcome home, my friend. Want to help me out with the picking? Katanya was here, but you know her….)
I smiled and hugged Neva back firmly. She looked like she was doing well. "Sure – sounds like it'll be fun," I declared, and stepped back a bit, "Just let me release the others: I'm sure they'll be thrilled to help out too."
My old companion's eyes crinkled with silent laugher as she nodded. (Great - we need all the help we can get. We have to harvest a good portion of this before the frost hits, and seeing as how Gabriel isn't here and you're taking away Darien, I'll be short my usual helpers.)
I glanced at Angelyn as she said this: the girl gave me a reserved smile and slipped away, as I half suspected she would. These hours of work were hardly something that made you sweat; instead they gave you something constructive to do with your hands as you relaxed and chattered with your fellow gatherers. The firstborn of my pokemon siblings did not seem up for such laid-back ventures this fall. When Neva saw this, she frowned slightly as she led me into the rows of ripening produce. When Darien had slipped away as well, taking the baskets of miniature melons to the kitchen chamber with him, Neva and I sat down together at a ready bunch of strawberries and peas. Filling some of the hand-woven baskets with piles of edibles, she murmured to me softly, (It's good to see you, Kirya…we've missed you quite deeply as of late.)
As I cut off the tops of some of the berries with my Swiss Army Knife, I noted her worried expression, and responded in an equally hushed tone: "It's good to be here again – to be quite honest, I miss this place in my travels just as deeply as Klayblue. Have you all been doing okay? Angelyn mentioned that she had a fight with Fiore."
Neva started, looking up at me in surprise, (They what? I hadn't heard anything…we noticed that he hadn't been over here in awhile, but Angelyn…she never said anything to me. She usually does.)
I gave her a reassuring smile. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, Neva – it's probably just a small spat, and knowing Angelyn, her natural charm will get them past it within the week. I swear that girl doesn't know her own effect on people," I declared, and with a glance around the cavern asked, "Now really, how have you guys been? I want details!"
The next hour passed in light conversation as Neva filled me in on the recent events from the past few months. Gabriel, Darien's fraternal twin brother through Neva's "second" pregnancy, was doing well in his home in the Amazon Rainforest. Of his father's coloring and with his mother's eyes, he was the more intellectual of the two young males, computer savvy and dedicated to anthropological research. His current subject of study was the dynamics of the Mew Colony. Through it he hoped to grasp the similarities between his own race and his ancestral one. He had set up his equipment there over half a year ago now, and had settled in nicely, having been given consent to leave home early in his adolescence after Mew had assured his folks that he'd be taken care of. In fact, it seemed that he might be getting more care than had originally been envisioned now that he was a mature adult. Apparently one of the younger Mews, who had some obscure relationship to the Mew we were acquainted with – being her daughter, niece, second cousin, or something – had been spending quite a bit of time with him. 'Faith' was the literal translation of her name, and more than once she'd appeared onscreen during videophones with the rest of the family. Sometimes she'd even been in the form of a pink female of their own species, which certainly suggested that whatever was going on between the two was more serious than they let on. As I raised an eyebrow and implored for more information, Neva laughed uneasily when she voiced her potential daughter's traits. Faith was prideful, reckless, adventurous, and coy…she got up to all sorts of mischievous endeavors, just like Mew. That Gabriel had absolute trust in her fidelity to him escaped the understanding of the adults, including others of the girl's kind. Yet he seemed to have some concrete reasons behind his beliefs. They were all just waiting to see how things would turn out.
Angelyn, on the other hand, was not so open about her doings. The strongest of the children, she was still as affectionate and warm as always, but she was clearly hiding things from those she treasured. She didn't speak about where she went for days on end, what she did during that time, or about Fiore as she once did. Neva and her mate privately suspected that she was visiting the human cities closest to these regions, but they didn't dare follow her when it was so clear she wanted to do such alone. Whether she had the ability to change as her mother did during these ventures they weren't certain, but it was obvious her silence meant she was involved in something her family and friends might not approve of. It seemed to me that she, like Gabriel, was just searching for a purpose in her early adult life (a thing long since overdue in my opinion). She'd been bound here so far by the desire to care for her younger siblings, who she loved and had helped her parents to raise…but now she probably needed to move on for awhile. Neva concluded that if that was the case, Mewtwo and she would let her go her own way, and have faith that she would be okay. What part Fiore would play in the situation was up to their daughter to decide. As I thought on that, I mourned for a moment the loss of the happy girl I'd known for so many years…but after having recalled her past fully, I supposed a shift was to be expected. At least we knew she would fully return to us one day, once she'd figured out her life. She cared about her beloveds too much to do otherwise.
Darien, of course, continued to train both his body and his powers – he was running out of sparring partners in the area, and that was part of the reason he wanted to come with me on my travels. He knew well that with a human trainer one could gain experience and skills more quickly, and his eagerness to learn infused me with eagerness. Over the past few years since I'd received my official license from my own League, I'd developed techniques for each of the pokemon I was training. To see how a member of my second family would benefit from these methods was an exciting notion. How would he alter the abilities I could help him learn to better suit himself? Which ones would he prefer to use? Did he know anything which could change his opponents' status, or cure his own if he were afflicted with something? As I began to gush about the fine details of battling strategy and competition, Neva laughed nervously and murmured that I'd lost her several minutes back. I refrained, but inside couldn't wait to get started: the chance to offer training to my nephew was something I'd always hoped to be able to do. After all, both Mewtwo and Neva had had their shots at it. I wanted to help their children grow stronger too! Plus, the company would be nice. Having someone to talk to about complex matters in my own language would most certainly be better than what I experienced in my usual wanderings.
As for Katanya, - Neva's youngest and the child of her "third" pregnancy – she was doing well too, though little had changed since I'd last seen the haunty girl. Neva didn't have much she could tell me beyond that, and her expression contorted to sadness as she mused that she couldn't be of any help to her own child, nor could Mewtwo or Mew. Apparently, the young one now had yet another invisible friend - one who actually talked back to her this time, which set off alarms in my head, even as Neva tried to make light of it. Of course, what was I thinking? This was just proof of what we already knew about the poor child: that Katanya was insane. She had no abilities as far as her own element went, except for one that neither of her parents had possessed - foresight. Mew had told them early on that little could be done to prevent the flow of premonitions and the glimpses into other times and worlds. They had tried in vain to bind those powers early on so she could be raised like a normal - albeit psychically crippled - child…but her powers could not be sealed. They were too extensive. Furthermore, something stopped Mew from even getting close to success every time she'd tried. So Katanya lived in the scenes beyond her own existence, played with those who had been and who might be. At times she had fits, and I knew for a fact Neva was terrified for her daughter's mental health. Her body was okay…but her soul? That was uncertain: at most times, she acted like a regular child, just with occasional hallucinations…but then there were instances when she spoke with a voice far older than her short couple years of life. I shivered, feeling compassion fill me for that situation. We could only hope that someday Katanya would master her powers; until then there was little we could do. Not even Mew had any idea how to approach the necessary training: the child had already surpassed the Legendary's experience. As I looked around, I thought I caught a glimpse of the seer's violet and lilac fur, and her light-blue eyes…but perhaps my own sight was playing tricks on me.
At any rate, Mewtwo and Neva were both fine. Beyond caring for their children and nurturing their own relationship, they'd been tending to the garden (I saw more than a few rose bushes that hadn't been here the last time I'd been around…what saps) and pursuing their own activities. Mewtwo enjoyed debating matters with Gabriel and designing technological splendor that escaped his mate's interest; while she had taken to various hobbies that included making decorations out of hemp, and occasionally going into the nearest town to, in her words, "have womanly fun that escapes the realms of mate-and-motherhood." I didn't ask what she meant. I dared not even think about what trouble she was getting herself into for the kick of it. For awhile I lamented the departure of the saint I'd once known, and nearly got toppled over by her swinging tail. She growled that there was no reason she couldn't go and have urban entertainment once in awhile. Only later was I informed that this meant she'd been slipping into theatres, as well as going to concerts to dance and enjoy the music. Got to admit, after thinking that she might have completely lost her pure nature with drunken gambling and flirting with strange males, I was very relieved.
I quickly conveyed my own recent doings other than wandering around aimlessly: my relationship with Caleb (who I'd been dating for two years now) was continuing to go well. Having not opted for the trainer's route as I had, he was nearly finished with his schooling years. Already an intern at the Klayblue Hospital, he even had a few of his own patients. As well, my parents were continuing their usual activities, including running the Gym back in my homeland - even though they weren't technically the leaders any longer (but considering that I was never around, it would have been rather hard for the trainers of my Region to receive all their badges, so…my folks didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Not that they minded – it gave them something to work at…they constantly complained that retirement was boring without being able to battle). Whenever I went back to them all I continued to oversee the restoration of the ruins in the nearby mountains. The territorial pokemon in the forests were known to attack the workers at times, so trainer supervision was usually desired. Considering I'd grown up in the area and had found the place to begin with, I was naturally the person they wanted on the job of guardian. Yet as stated, I didn't usually confine myself to one area. I travelled the continent, not merely my own set of Routes. What other choice did I have when my second family was practically on the other side of it…?
What I would really have loved to do is island hop in the southern ocean, but thus far I hadn't been able to take that vacation. I needed a reliable water pokemon for that, and frankly my hardy team consisted of dark and ghost types who were used to traveling across rugged terrain and in stormy skies. So basically put, I was screwed over unless I added a new member to my team…and considering Darien would technically now be on it (though not "captured" exactly) my roster couldn't hold another placement. Not only that, but sadly, as much as I managed to pound the trainers in this area to a pulp – they were sort of wimpy over here – they never handed over enough money to support ferries. Another reason I didn't like this place: there were no challenges as far as terrain and battles. That was why Darien and I would be heading back home: he'd certainly get some good competition over in the Klayblue forests. There were plenty of dark types to chuck him against; after all, the best way to gain experience was by beating opponents with an elemental advantage. Hopefully I wouldn't have to save his furry rear too often…I'd like to believe Mewtwo and Neva had managed to teach their kids something. Yet if not, I'd throw him on the crash-and-burn course. It's always fun to watch cocky people get humbled and then learn real strength. Besides, this way Darien could see more of the world instead of lingering in these lands. He'd been conceived over there anyhow…though born in this place he had to be carrying some sense of nativity to my own region, right? Well, if not, we could fix that too….
(Hey – Kirya, stop daydreaming. You're mangling the poor vines!)
I quickly released the shredded plants in my fingers and gave her a sheepish smile. "Oops – sorry about that," I apologized, and then glanced at the full baskets between us. "Eh, do you think we've got enough?"
Neva nodded and rose to her feet, stretching again. She grimaced at what I bet were sore muscles from hunching over for who knows how many hours, and muttered, (For now we're good…I'll get my little imp to help me finish up tomorrow.)
I leaned back, throwing my arms behind me for support. "I still have to give that one a hug...," I murmured, and then tilted my head as a realization struck me: "You know, I'm kind of surprised - I would have thought Mewtwo would come greet me, but no, I guess living in a cave for a few years got rid of all his manners-."
A miffed voice called across the garden in a growl. (Don't be foolish, Kirya - I would have come sooner, but I was making lunch for you, your team, and my family and I, and merely thought that after your travels you would care more for feeding your complaining stomach than exchanging sentimentalities. I even went to the trouble of going to purchase some strawberry-cookie-dough ice-cream for you – which, I will add, is damn near impossible to find and was NOT on the original menu - but if you are going to sulk, I will allow the others to enjoy it-.)
Ignoring my stiff limbs, I bolted up and threw myself at my old friend, hugging him and peering up at him with wide, watery puppy-dog eyes, and whimpered out, "No – I take it back! You're still a good kitty! Please, don't deny me my ice-cream, oh great cat!"
The new arrival gazed down at me in exasperation, and then sighed, (…For being twenty years old, you still act very much like a child, Kirya.)
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Shut up; everyone has their vices. Just be glad mine isn't drugs – wouldn't want me to influence your son, right?"
As he embraced me back, he snarled out, (No; that would not be appreciated. Now go on – Neva and I will carry the baskets into the kitchen chamber.)
Throwing a giddy look back to the amused albino, I grinned and darted through the exit Mewtwo had just passed through. Running full sprint through the stony halls, the smell of fruit salad and sandwiches drew me forward. My pokemon, having been working and playing among the rows of foliage, were quick to follow me. In a group of smiling, excited travelers we entered the dining area where the children were waiting…and already snacking on the cold dessert behind their parents' backs. It was a good thing Mewtwo had bought a few gallon jugs of it: if he hadn't, Neva and he would never have gotten any. When they finally did arrive, the baskets floating behind them in an eerie way, encased in azure light, they both stopped and noted how we were all guiltily hiding our empty bowls behind our backs. In the same moment, they rolled their eyes at us.
I snorted at the expression, and as the others could no longer hold in their snickers, lunch was served with a large dollop of laughter on the side.
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As my family – related by blood and not - munched on the slices of melon Mewtwo and Angelyn had worked to prepare, along with sandwiches of varying sorts, I listened with a smile as my children and their aunt exchanged comical stories and teased one another. Oftentimes I did not eat together with most of my children like this, at least as far as my older offspring went: they lived their own lives in our extensive home, eating when they desired to, which only rarely coincided with the same hours in which Mewtwo, Katanya, and I dined. My smallest was happily eating a slice of watermelon, the gushing red flesh disappearing in moments, her quiet chomping only interrupted by her tiny squeaks of delight. The seeds were placed in a bowl at the center of the table, and I felt some pride fill me as she placed hers in the dish, for I knew for a fact that at other times her aunt and she had used them as bullets in a spit-fight. Kirya, thank god, was not encouraging that behavior, but I caught how she glanced and smirked at my young seer more than once. I pretended I hadn't seen, and looked over at the other two children present. Now grown, Angelyn and Darien seemed to contrast one another markedly as I watched them. Darien was talking animatedly with our guest and her team, his movements quick and erratic in his passion over mastering his abilities; while Angelyn was strangely quiet and looked on with soft eyes, her motions slow and inhumanly graceful. It was hard for me to accept that soon they might both be leaving us: the years had passed far too quickly for my liking, and I knew my mate's as well. Slipping my paw into his I curled up against his side, giving him a fleeting kiss on the cheek – he smelled like honeydew….
Mewtwo suddenly straightened, and seeing my surprise gave me a wide grin and brushed his muzzle against mine. (It seems we have more visitors today, my dear.)
A flash of light from off in one of the adjoining chambers made us all look up from the table before us. From out of the shadows appeared a form that made my heart speed up with joy. I rose from my seat on the mat before anyone else reacted, and walked over quickly to embrace the older of my two sons. Gabriel chuckled into my ears and embraced me back, murmuring, (Hello, mother. Do you mind Faith and me dropping in?)
(Of course not – your visit's been overdue!) I cried, kissing his cheek. My Gabe…!
From over his shoulder I watched as Faith – in her natural Mew form - darted by with a swift greeting, and settled on our table with a happy chirp to consume some of the fruit before her. Katanya was ecstatic: she loved to play with her feline cousins, and Faith was known to spoil her rotten! As soon as I reluctantly released Gabriel, he was drawn into yet more embraces by his father and his other siblings. It had been over six months since he had left, and in that time his trips to this region had been sparing. It was not that he didn't miss us – his calls had expressed his love aptly enough – but his research, as it was known to do to his father, often occupied his full attention for days at a time. I was glad, frankly, that he had found a companion in Mew's ward: even with her eccentric behavior, she was one of the few who could pry him away from his instruments for relaxation and the delights of social gatherings. I suspected she did this with suggestive bribes, but if the means met the end, I wouldn't complain. As the children began to discuss their personal news, Kirya, Mewtwo, and I sat back, discussing the plans between us for the future, most notably about Darien and keeping him safe. For one of our kind to return to the land I'd been formed in was risky at best, and while Kirya assured us that Marissa Stoneson and her husband had dropped off the face of the planet, and that MSIRE had long since dispersed, my paranoia didn't lessen any. There were too many scars there, literally and figuratively.
Catching on to our conversation, Gabriel broke away from his group and joined us. Sitting down beside me, he stated, (I think it's essential for one of us to go back there to look around. I've been going over Morgan's files extensively, and there are some subjects mentioned in there that are starting to concern me.) Seeing our intent look, he quickly explained himself, (Nothing too worrying, you understand, but it still doesn't put my mind at ease! That, I hope, can be something you and Darien work out while you two train, Aunt Kirya. You know, just to make sure everything's fine.)
The blonde woman nodded. "Sure – I could use the fun. There's nothing more entertaining that digging into the dirty secrets of huge companies and lynching them with it."
(Since when have you become a vigilante of economics?) Gabriel asked, amused by her enthusiasm.
She stuck her tongue out at him and replied, "Since I met your papa. Don't worry - we'll update you if we find anything. You have my gear number, don't you?"
He nodded, thanked her, and rose to go over to mock Faith, who was soaking in a bowl of watermelon juice – as if her fur wasn't pink and fragrant enough as it was! I shook my head slowly, trying not to smile in my bemusement: I was never going to understand the Mew race, not ever.
As the day dragged into the afternoon hours, each traveler prepared to depart before darkness fell. Kirya and Darien, I knew, were eager to begin their travels, and wanted to get a head start into the wilderness before sunset. True camping would probably do my son some good. Maybe his aunt could teach him how to make a normal fire with his bare paws and some sticks. Of course, that was giving his semi-pyromaniac tendencies more variation on how to manipulate a hungry blaze. I hoped for her sake that she had a water pokemon on her team, but I doubted it: I'd memorized her usual roster some time ago, and so I tried not to think of the firestorms I might be unleashing upon the planet. My naïve, warrior child, and my comical, crazy best friend…someone's nature was going to get corrupted, and knowing how noble my younger son was, I was willing to bet it would be him that would crumple under his "trainer's" influence. As long as they stayed safe, I would try not to panic…but having heard some of the wild tales Kirya had of her adventures, I knew I was going to be afraid for him at some point. Thank god Darien was strong and stubborn – I comforted myself with the notion that at least he was going to have fun. Not only would he gain the type of experience he craved, but maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to keep Kirya in check. I snorted to myself: there wasn't a chance in hell! Quickly placing a bet with my mate, I smugly looked forward to gathering my reward when it came. Katanya, right beside me, confirmed I'd win…sometimes I just adored her ability to see what was to come. I vowed to myself then that I would take her to a public casino the next time I went into the cities. We needed to replenish our human currency supply after the ice-cream run anyhow. Besides, Kat' loved playing with coins. She had a huge collection forming in her room that she would be all too happy to feed in the near future. Before I could even tell her that we'd be slipping out next week, she smirked widely and began humming the tune from one of the machines. Yes indeed, I loved my little one to pieces!
When the final embraces were given, Kirya glanced at my mate and me and said suddenly, "You know, Mewtwo, I'm a little ashamed of you."
He gave her an inquisitive look, his head tilting. (Whatever do you mean?)
She pointed at my stomach accusingly. "You haven't knocked her up yet! I thought that was your favorite pastime, you know, with the four kids and all in just four/five years, but I guess Neva caught onto your plot and won't give you some anymore, eh?"
While I tried not to snicker my lover bared his teeth at her, and seemed to growl something at her in private telepathy. Whatever the reprimand was backfired, and made her double over in mirth as she chuckled, "Sure she did. When she's heavy with kittens again, then I'll believe you! For now, as far as I'm concerned, you've been neutered."
His glare was murderous as our children all smirked at him, even Katanya (she watched enough television and read enough books to know what that meant). I'd inform my friend later that we'd taken a break between the twins and our youngest some other time…it wasn't as if we weren't trying now, which was what I suspected Mewtwo had hissed at her. After all, Kat' needed a younger sibling to play with since the older children were all close to departing into the world. Still, despite the glow I felt for the idea of holding a newborn in my arms again, my smile was strained as we all said our goodbyes. I hugged both my "sister" and my son one last time, wished them well, and watched them fly from Mt. Quena until they were out of sight. They would be okay, I knew, but that didn't stop the hollow ache in my heart that formed when they had gone. However, I wouldn't have managed to keep them here a day longer, even with my mate helping me. They were so eager to be on their way that any hint of delay would have made them sullen. I would call them later, I decided; they probably wouldn't sleep tonight. I could just see my child, his aunt, and the team huddled around the campfire, roasting sweet potatoes and fish, along with s'mores for dessert. They would talk long into the night, long after the fireflies had ceased flashing and the crickets chirping, about the moves Darien knew and what he wanted to learn. Perhaps they would even have a few battles before falling asleep. That those two were so compatible made my heart warm, and I knew the following months, or years, would likely be a treasured experience between them. How could it not be, with their interests so entangled together? Maybe Kirya would even take him to visit Steelport…now wouldn't that be something…?
Gabriel and Faith, on the other hand, were able to stay a few more hours, having no rush to return to South America. Between Katanya and me, my older son's potential mate had many things to ask: about how my youngest was progressing in her second sight, about my success in Transforming into creature besides my demon and human forms, about if we'd been able to learn other abilities natural to our kind that weren't psychic in nature. On the latter two subjects, there'd been only a bit of triumph. I had learned to form wings for myself, and both my small daughter and I had managed to form a thin shroud of Mist around ourselves. It was not much, but it was enough to impress the pink creature. She said she was looking forward to telling her parental figures soon (I'd never been given a straight answer as to what her relationship to Mew and her on-and-off partner was). Gabriel, in contrast, did not question us. Instead, he chose to tell us some of the clan's ghost stories and myths for our entertainment. Considering the subjects his field focused upon, the retaining of the tales and retelling of them was simple enough for him to manage. He kept his sisters, Mewtwo, and I enraptured for hours before he ran out of storytelling material. Still, he gave us all things to ponder and ingredients for bedtime stories, so the short stay he was forcing us to endure was worth it for the gift. After a few more hours split between chess matches, dinner, conversation, and play, my other boy left with his dear one, embracing us firmly before returning to the lush forests he smelled so strongly of. My jungle cat…perhaps we might journey to the Colony of Peru sometime soon. With winter coming, the tropics might be a nice shift from the snow and ice of Jhoto. I was certain Katanya and Angelyn would enjoy all the unique flowers and hummingbirds there…the region was beautiful at any time of year, and not yet encroached upon by humanity. Plus, the Caribbean Islands were only a short flight away; if we went, it would undoubtedly prove a nice vacation. Sandy white beaches, warm seas, sunny weather…yes, to enjoy ourselves there made the skill of Teleportation very useful indeed.
Now with only our two daughters remaining in our home as the twilight fell, I gazed at my mate, smiling softly as we watched them tussling in the shallows of one of the underground lakes. Angelyn had declared herself the teacher of her siblings when it came to swimming. Katanya already knew how to float, and since she couldn't use telekinesis to shoot through the wide pool as her elders could, her learning how to paddle through the liquid by her own physical power was essential. The style was like a canine's, I'll admit, but it was still a useful talent for her, and she enjoyed being taught. Trusting our oldest to keep our seer safe, I walked towards my partner, wrapping my arms around him from behind. I didn't wish to obscure his vision of our girls enjoying themselves. The blue, cool waters splashed into white foam, the sound of rushing fluid accompanied by shrieks of laughter, and as we watched them smiling and clutching each other's paws, I kissed his muzzle silently. Our daughters displayed all of our potential in ability and appearance, making our future and our bond physically evident in this world, even as our sons vanished from our immediate lives for a time. They would come home someday, wiser and more content then before in having found themselves…perhaps even with their own mates and families at their sides. For now, we had our peace and joy. Grinning, I whispered to him the acknowledgement of a thing the others knew little of; of something he had told only me…:
(Happy birthday, my Mewtwo,) I spoke privately to him, and asked, (Was seeing them all today enough of a present for you like you thought it would be?)
His smile matched my own, and nuzzling my face he murmured: (Yes, it was. You are quite skilled at orchestrating these meetings as you see fit. Perhaps it's another latent skill of yours: tweaking reality to fit your desires.)
I chuckled and whispered back, (That would be nice. I have another gift for you later on…when our girls are asleep, of course.)
His grin twisted into a coy smirk as he thought on that, (Of course. I take it Kirya gets to eat her words?)
A throaty purr rose in my throat as I confirmed that; it was a good thing he'd eaten a good portion of watermelon today…not that we ever had any trouble, young as we were, but it couldn't hurt anything, could it? Musing on the date, September the sixth, I couldn't help but wonder why my lover had never told our children and their aunt when he had awakened (and hence been born). Was it because he didn't see it fit to celebrate a day that caused him shame even now…or was it simply because he didn't wish anyone to go to all the trouble of trying to purchase him a gift, since doing such a thing bordered on the impossible? (After all, he'd read most classic literature books, and few items could please him more than novels, or even be of any use to him.) Still, no matter what his reasoning was to keep our family in the dark, each year following his disclosure I had done something for him, making certain our children played a part in it. He never minded my insistence, and they never seemed to realize that the date held any importance. However, I knew…and always I acknowledged it. For without his existence, my own life - and hence our children's too - would be void. Without him, we would be nothingness, and that was reason enough to rejoice in his life, no matter how he had entered it. Besides, last year he had mass produced the special roses he had created for Katanya's baby-shower gift: the petals the color of silvery lilac, streaked through with crimson down the center of the pale folds, and with barbless stems the color of mahogany…their crisp scent pervaded our garden even now.
Later on, as Angelyn went topside to make up with Fiore and allow the night breeze to dry her fur, I crouched on the lake shore, bundling my Kat' in a towel as fluffy as her fur. Her eyes glowed with happiness as I buried her beneath folds of cotton and tickled her through the fabric, eliciting gleeful mewling sounds. As she peeked out at me from under the cover, her pale-blue eyes always reminding me of her late aunt (even if not the correct shade), she looked up and waved her paws above her, saying, (Mommy – look! Pretty butterflies! All purple and white and blue – pretty!)
I looked up: all I saw was the cavern ceiling and the shafts of moonlight filtering down across the water. There were no butterflies. Still, with a smile I nuzzled my darling one and murmured, (Yes…yes they are, my little love.)
She wrinkled her nose at me suddenly. (You see them too, mommy?)
(No…but I believe you. If you see them I'm certain they're real, somewhere in existence,) I whispered, kissing her face. She smiled at me widely, appreciating my faith and honesty. There was little else I could give her but my belief and my love, and though she knew that, she was thankful for it nonetheless. I sighed as I held her and let her scent wash though my nostrils: she smelled like clover, pure and sweet.
As the moonlight washed over us I looked up, and thought for a moment that perhaps I could see the silken wing of a migrating butterfly. However, when I looked again, I realized that it had merely been my imagination at work. Was that so shocking? This place was a paradise; a dreamlike place only a select few had ever stepped within…it was our heaven, our sanctuary. My heart swelled, and lifting my youngest child into my arms I hugged her close, seeing her yawn widely, and whispered that it was time for bed. I walked from the lakes deeper into the cavern complex, finding Katanya's quarters in a few minutes. Her chambers weren't so far from Mewtwo's and mine. As I tucked her into her nest, I stroked her peaceful face as she drifted off into unconsciousness, and whispered to her, (Good night, my dear…sweet dreams.)
And then I sang her a lullaby, slow and sweet, just to ensure her sleeping bliss. My words and their notes carried throughout the caves, brushed against the cool walls, and whispered out into the night. There in the unbridled wind they were infused with the glow of the stars and moon, the silver light of which shined forevermore upon my child's pelt and mine. As I breathed deeply in, I understood well that we had found our place to belong in the twilight and within the sunlight too. Here we were free to roam as we wished, be as we wished, and share our lives together for however long we desired. As of such, we were completed in an undeniable way now that we'd known what we'd lacked before. I knew - as I had known since we had first come here - the truth distilled in the undertone of my own spirit: my time wandering as a lost soul was over. I was, along with my beloveds, finally home. That realization was what I comforted my little one with within the melody of my song: we were home.
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In the night sky extending far above Mt. Quena, I stood suspended under the illumination of the waxing moon, which made my ashen fur glow the color of polished silver. Clouds traveled below me sluggishly, casting their midnight shadows upon the slumbering land, and from my place in the heavens I cast out my senses to find each of the pieces of my heart, which were now scattered across the globe. As the wind whistled beyond my transparent, azure shield, I pinpointed each of their metaphysical essences, starting with those directly below me: the silver-crimson of my mate; the magenta of my firstborn; the blue-green of my youngest child. Then there were the auras of those with a greater distance between us: the ruby of my fighter; the tangerine of my friend; and the emerald of my thoughtful one across the ocean. The images of their current activities flowed in random order as contact had been established with my beloveds, and so I watched the sometimes short and swift visions as an unseen omniscient father and companion…:
…Toying with the microscope before him, Gabriel compared slides with different blood samples from indigenous species, comparing for different traits and possible anomalies. Blinking his crimson eyes after shifting the glass cover and peering through the lens, the pen upon his table floated upwards and scribbled notes in the log beside the observing instrument. Above the scratching of the ballpoint tip against the paper and the contemplations of his own thoughts, he did not hear the Mew who floated up behind him, nor seemed to sense her presence. Whether he was merely that lost in thought or she was shielding him was uncertain, but within the next moment her whip-like tail had twisted over his eyes, the oval end tickling his nose. The heavier male smiled and raised his paws in defeat, turned around, and asked if this was her way of telling him to take a break. Pecking his muzzle with her small mouth, Faith murmured that it was, and whimpered out that it'd been a long time since he'd played a game with her. After debating what to spend their day upon, they settled on a treasure hunt regarding the jeweled beetles in the rainforest. The Mew did not need to be handicapped, for her companion had explored the nearby region thoroughly and had the knowledge of the insects' preferences and breeding habits memorized. It was a fair game, regardless of the female's greater experience. After they'd set a time limit and appointed a judge, they soared into the woods with their powers at the ready for capturing their prey. The two already each had plans for their prizes if they won, and not surprisingly their thoughts revolved around similar things. The only real question now was who would top the other….
…Sparring out her emotions with her potential lover, Angelyn let go of her dismay and confusion over the future swiftly approaching her. She dodged the olivine blade that swung her way, feeling the motion in the air around them as Fiore nearly struck her pelt. The blows they exchanged were light, points counted at each hit, with the match more about speed than force. Without psychic powers aiding either of them, they were left on relatively even ground. The trees above them whispered their green music, and the grass beneath their toes was cool and moist with the condensation of the mist rising from the nearby stream. For a moment, the female lost her focus, and her partner raced forward, changing direction suddenly as he propelled himself off of a boulder on the watery shore. His arm swung out as he ducked beneath her lashing limbs, catching her in the ribs, and they tumbled to the ground and stayed there. They both breathed hard, their hearts pounding in their chests, and the swordsman rose on his limbs, gazing down at his friend. He asked in his own language if she was ever going to tell him why she'd pushed him aside and shouted at him so angrily a month earlier. She didn't respond for a time as she looked up at her fellow psychic, and then when she answered she merely gave him an apology, not an explanation. Yet her companion was fine with that; after all, he kept his blade techniques private from her, so she too merited her own secrets. Mutual silence was acceptable between them - in time they always found their way past it. They were friends, now and always, and maybe someday in the distant future, something more. Yet that was for another time…for now they were content with what they had with each other. They would ask for nothing more….
…Near the border of Jhoto, Darien and Kirya pitched camp for the night. As they set up the tent together and built the fire, the trainer asked her charge what type of music he liked, for it had become a tradition to listen to the radio for a few hours before sleep as a relaxing balm. The feline told her that he had no specific preference, having listened to numerous genres of music due to his mother's and father's interest in the subject. His mother, he explained, enjoyed symphonic metal and soft songs of love, sorrow, and even worship. His father, on the other hand, preferred mostly instrumental pieces, ranging from classical to blues, to jazz, and to soundscapes. Angelyn was happiest when listening to seasonal tunes; while Gabriel was partial to soundtracks of the ceremonial music of the native tribes in Africa and South America. Katanya, it seemed, loved a genre called post-Cherubin, but they were all at a loss to understand what that was. Not even the examples she hummed to them supplied recognition. The family suspected it might be either a genre not invented yet, or one heard only on higher plains of existence. Since they were unable to pry a straight answer out of the girl about that matter, they couldn't know for certain what it actually was. All of this resulted in him having no musical type he devoted himself to, though he did have a soft spot for modern rock. When the blonde asked him if J-pop would be alright, he nodded and declared that it would be acceptable. So, as they made shish-kabobs from their rations, and called out the others to enjoy the grub once the food was cooked, the song "Love Chronicle" by Changin' My Life accompanied the crackle of the flames as they savored their belated dinner….
…Finally, Katanya dreamed of a phantom creature of alabaster and steel-grey fur, studded with gold and emeralds. The young one met the garnet eyes of her guardian without fear, and spoke with him in a hard voice she rarely used with those she cared for. Yet although her tone was rigid, she did not despise this invisible one, her friend. Far from it: she knew what he would come to mean to her. Regardless, they verbally sparred with one another as the hidden depths of the girl's ageless mind rose into awareness as her body drifted asleep. Only here in the dreaming plain did she see him with perfect clarity, as well as understand reality in full. After all, it was within her waking hours that she was captured within subconscious visions; she had to be able to make sense of her world at sometime, did she not? In her newfound comprehension she knew that when she awoke she would forget about this encounter. She would have to re-meet him all over again…but as they had eternity on their sides, she found she didn't mind this fact. Beyond her imaginings, the one who had brought her into the world regarded her daughter's smile as indicative of sweet dreams found. Content with thoughts of successful mothering, Neva wandered back to the quarters she shared with her mate to await his return. After brushing through her fur, she sprinkled catnip and potpourri among the silken fabric of their nest and curled up within it, breathing in the heady scent. Then she called for him privately, coyly, asking when he planned on coming to her side so she could give him his other birthday gift….
…Gradually I allowed my empathic energies to fade, the visions of the present becoming nothing more than a few wisps of images as I disconnected the psychical links. A small smile had formed across my mouth as I'd confirmed the contentment among my family, and it had stretched wider as I'd witnessed the antics of my mate. I breathed in the cool, thin, moon-saturated air of the shadowed firmament around me to keep myself under control, before plummeting in a freefall dive back to the earth below. Stars whipped by me in silver streaks; the heights of the craggy mountains and the canopy of the trees erupted upwards; and the vast lake below glistened like blue, expanding glass as I descended. My eyes, with the precision to details of the night as a hawk's gaze over a sunlit meadow, pinpointed the opening cut into the side of the outer cliff face. Upon finding it I drifted closer and peered into the chamber within. As my shadow fell across the interior floor, my mate turned in our nest to grin back at me, and murmured that I was taking quite awhile to join her tonight. With a low chuckle, my voice slightly hoarse with stirring desire, I teleported into the cavern we'd made our bedroom. Within moments I slid down against her and embraced my partner firmly to me, though she shrieked and protested at the icy chill of my person. While I touched her, nuzzled her, I managed to growl out that I would be warm soon enough, and as our mouths met she laughed quietly. The potent tastes of cream and berries lingered upon her lips and tongue, sweet and addictive to the feline I was, and I pressed my body even closer to hers. As the moonlight filtering in from outside caressed our fur, and as we tussled together, taking our time to delight one another before sharing the thrills of lovemaking, an epiphany burst in my mind. I mused that - although I had not known why, and had not believed in my youthful ignorance - the final words of Amber Fuji had been correct in the truth they conveyed:
Life is wonderful.
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END OF PART 3.
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Author's Note: (Smiles.) Well, we're finally done. Again, thank you all for reading – you have no idea how much it means to me, your love for this story and the characters within it. Before you all head out I have a few things to say, much of which concerns this final chapter. First, to be entirely honest I had very little idea how I was going to write this. I had very few bits of content in my head, and so this is what came out of it: for the most part, it mainly focuses on the family itself instead of Mewtwo. In fact, each narrative became shorter and shorter, until Mewtwo's was barely anything more than a couple paragraphs and his final statement (by the way, to explain the skill he was using: he developed it in the past few years. It's something of a greater form of empathy, and an offshoot of foresight). That echo of Amber's words was how I'd always planned to conclude the story…and between this and the finale, it should be enough to leave you satisfied…however….
Obviously, I have left a few loose threads that need to be tied up. So before you all lament the end of this story, let me say this quite clearly:
There is a companion in the works.
I hesitate to say it's a sequel, for that infers that the new fanfiction will not only match the length of this piece but equal it in plot and conflict. However, it is a story that follows "The Mewtwo Trilogy"; so yeah, this universe is not closing its doors quite yet. Those who read "Out of This World" and "The Mewtwo Chronicles" (this latter story found only on the Pokemon Tower), have likely suspected its existence or have even been promised it. So someday, I will keep my word and create the next story – but it will likely be one of my very last fanfiction works, discounting drabbles. General info about it is something I wish to keep vague. I don't want to raise your hopes in case it is never released. However, here are the facts I'm willing to share: 1.) the fanfiction will focus mostly upon the second generation of the Mewtwo race – Mewtwo and Neva's children, and a couple other faces only hinted at in its prequel; 2.) the main antagonist is one I used in the distant past, though its motives are far different than in the ancient fic; 3.) it will likely not be written in first POV like the 'Trilogy, mainly because third person will allow the flow to be far smoother (it may have its moments though); 4.) it should be shorter than twenty chapters long, but I'm still outlining it, so I can't be certain; and 5.) There will be no muses – as funny as they are, I cannot keep writing them (sorry!).
Its title is (as said on my profile) "The Lunar Children Saga." It's nothing like TMT though, just to warn you all. TMT has its cute scenes, funny moments, and naturally has the feel of a teenage drama…in TLCS the content is far more mature and even darker to a point (though abuse is not the focus of this darkness). Whereas the general themes of TMT have included coming into ones full potential, the nature of evil and good, and healing through love, TLCS focuses on the consequences of discrimination, of walking astray, and upon finding redemption. As I said, it is a companion, and so doesn't span an epic storyline. It should be better edited and put together than this story, but it will not have the same type of…charm, we'll say. Still, it shows the true fate of Mewtwo's species concerning humans, so it will be worth glancing in on when the time comes.
Hints towards the events in TLCS have been concentrated in "Out of This World" and the "Chapter 50: Becoming Embers," though in recent chapters there have been other slips of information. The story will begin right after this epilogue in the matter of when it takes place on the timeline.
Lastly, I'll add the soundtrack I've decided on for "The Mewtwo Trilogy." In brief explanation, it concerns only the main characters who told the story from first person narrative (so not MSIRE, etc.), songs featured in the story itself (or were seriously considered), and the opening/ending themes as if this were an anime (which would be cool, but it'll never happen, XD).
Here it is:
"The Phoenix Rose Saga" Soundtrack:
1.) "Somewhere I Belong" – Linkin Park – Main/Opening Theme.
2.) "Cold" – Crossfade – Mewtwo's Theme.
3.) "Runaway" – Linkin Park – No.1's (Morgan's) Theme.
4.) "Fully Alive" – Flyleaf – No.2's (Neva's) Theme.
5.) "Pocket Full of Sunshine" – Natasha Bedingfield – Kirya's Theme.
6.) "Imaginary" – Evanescence – Of 'Ch. 30: Neva.'
7.) "Whisper" – Evanescence – From 'Ch. 37: Maelstrom.'
8.) "Listen to Your Heart" – DHT – From 'Ch. 44: Leave of the Rose.'
9.) "Smile" – Olive – From 'Ch. 48: Smile.'
10.) "Plastic Man" – Seether – From 'Ch. 48: Smile.'
11.) "Missing" – Evanescence – From 'Ch. 51: Cruel Realities.'
12.) "Out Of This World" – One Second Bush – From 'Ch. 54: Truth's Consequence is Retrograde.'
13.) "Lust for Blood" – Gackt – From 'Ch. 55: Angels and Demons.'
14.) "Angel" - Sarah McLachlan – Of 'Ch. 57: Dance No More.'
15.) "Burden of Sacrifice" – Full Blown Rose – Of 'Ch. 57: Dance No More.'
16.) "Love Chronicle" – Changin' My Life – Ending Theme.
Well, thank you all for reading and reviewing these past four years! I wish you all the best of luck of your future endeavors, and hope you will bless me one last time in this story with parting reviews.
P.S. – Please check out my other stories too if you have the time and are interested. Also, if you have any lingering questions about this story, just ask. Anyhow, enjoy the last muse! Bye!
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Currently everyone is in a state of shock as they stare at the computer screen over my shoulder. They're trying and failing to grasp that this story – which shouldn't have been longer than thirty chapters to begin with and doubled that – is now complete. They are also rather confused at my final Author's Note, and more than one snorts as they read it.
Morgan: (You really are a nutter, WA…you're making ANOTHER story with this group in it? Honestly, you'd think you'd be exhausted by now, but no-.)
WiseAbsol: It's not my fault the kids kept bugging me – plus, I said I would write something years back to my PT readers.
Morgan: (But no one read your stuff in that site – you don't need to keep your word-!)
WiseAbsol: I do too! I've got enough pride in me for that!
Morgan: (Sure you do….)
Deimos: (Wait, what's this about no more muses? I only exist in these! If you stop writing them, I won't-!)
Neva: (That's right – you can't kill off my son just because he doesn't appear in the actual story! Even if you do this crap for comic relief, that's not fair! Morgan had what was coming to her, but Deimos-!)
Morgan: (HEY! I wasn't that bad-!)
WiseAbsol; holding up my hands: Jeez, chill out you people! Deimos, I already have the children planned in the companion: if I made you an actual character, you'd have to be like, the eighth child after the other girl and the set of twin after her-.
Neva: (Wha-? Are you planning on making me a queen bee or something, having kittens constantly-?)
WiseAbsol: No! I'm not planning to – those kids wouldn't be featured – what I'm saying is that if Deimos ever really existed he'd be way down the line. Now, I could rename a character, but if I do that he: A.) Wouldn't look like this Deimos; and B.) Wouldn't be Mewtwo's, so-.
Deimos: (Sounds fine to me - I'LL TAKE IT!)
Deimos: (I want to see some action too, papa! I want to be a real – wait, that's not my line-.)
WiseAbsol: Well, since none of you are actually real live people, I don't see what all the fuss is…guys, why are you glaring at me like that? GUYS?
Ten minutes later I stumble out of the office; my exposed skin is slashed up and charred from claws and lightning bolts, and I cuss them to high heaven for their abuse of my mental person.
Kirya; walks in with cheesecake and champagne to celebrate the end of "TMT": …What the hell happened to you?
WiseAbsol: Our feline family couldn't handle the truth…so they flipped out on me. JERKS!
Kirya: Okaayyy…well, do you want to get started on the party?
WiseAbsol: Sure thing – I need the drinks. Just let me make a mummy out of myself first….
Fifteen minutes later we all surround the table with glasses of bubbling amber, and slices of the dessert in front of us. Bandages dangle from my arm as I stand up and raise my glass to make a toast. Shadow pounces in front of my chair and proceeds to bat at the pale strands despite how I snarl at him to stop it. The others snicker under their breath, not a one of them volunteering to remove the black cat so I can get on with the speech. Hoping he won't shed fur into my cheesecake, I raise my arm high enough to where he can't reach the gauze – although his rear wiggles as if he's going to leap after it - and make my toast.
WiseAbsol, holding up the crystal chalice way above her head and looking ridiculous doing it: Well everyone, we finally made it to the end! It's been a good few years full of all the joys and sorrows of life, so here's to us: we're still standing! We survived, so cheers!
Everyone else: (Cheers!) Cheers!
Everyone drinks up; the soundtrack plays in the background while iridescent balloons dance on the ceiling. We leave the formal, decked-out dining area in preference for kicking back in the living room. Mewtwo, Neva, and Deimos snuggle up on the sofa to relax; Morgan and Shadow perch in one of the leather chairs – the pet is still eying me, the misbehaving pest; and Kirya and I sit on the floor, munching on our undefiled sweets. The credits and congratulations roll on the large screen with the ending song on its last notes, and we all slowly look at the imaginary camera blinking at us.
WiseAbsol: 5…4…3…2…1…and we're done! Thanks everyone!
We shout our goodbyes as the film finishes rolling; the screen goes blank with its last recorded sounds of our grateful murmurs and laughs. Then - in finality - the red light flickers off as well. At last we've reached…
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