Alright everyone, here goes the second story!
Thanks to all who reviewed :D I didn't think the last one would be liked that much, got me a few favs and alerts already. xD
Well, can't define the genre in this one due to ambiguity; take everything as you may. Hope y'all like it.
Mewtwo paused on his step-less walk across the mansion's balcony and addressed the figure in front of him without as much as a nod or verbal speaking – psychic, he decided, was actually more fit.
It was more of a feeling, than recognizing her by sight; sitting in the dark with one leg hanging on the edge on the balcony and the other one stepping in the edge holding her knee up casually didn't quite resemble Zelda's delicate manners.
And as far as he could see, she wasn't wearing her dress tonight either, but a tight dark blue suit. Mewtwo's eyes glowed in the dark as his cat-like view caught on the fact her hair wasn't down either.
"Not right now," She said flatly.
The pokémon nodded understandingly and hovered closer. "Sheik."
He had not gone outside for company; he simply felt like leaving his room, and it was about time he did something just for a whim. This specific company would surely not be noisy at all, so it was fairly acceptable. The hylian had often proven capacity to hold his interest in her words; she was definitely a brilliant member of her country's royalty, however, how much of that was in Sheik?
Mewtwo, or any of the smashers besides Link for that matter, had never seen Sheik long enough for a conversation. Perfectly enigmatic, hopefully interesting enough to preoccupy his mind tonight.
He hesitated and went back on his train of thought.
Maybe he could call it that. He just felt odd. Something was definitely out of place in him, but he had felt a slight wish to go the other way, out of his door and to the common room, where everyone still was at this late hour.
Perhaps. Perhaps only tonight, it would be fine. There were, after all, a couple of interesting beings inside the mansion. As expected, not all as smart as Zelda, but…
They could offer something else.
He just wanted the company, whatever it brought along. But only tonight.
Mewtwo smiled to himself, if only a bit, for he believed he understood now what he was seeking. Only the knowledge of what the others experience, of what the difference was to interact more closely with them than to keep distance. Surely not his type of thing, not his favourite hobby at all.
But here was Sheik – wouldn't it be interesting to posses knowledge on this one? And definitely a better option than proceeding to the common room and dealing with over twenty others.
He was certain. His interest in talking to Zelda was normal, and so should be interest in finding out about this… different version of her? Either way, this proved nothing was out of place.
"What brings you here?"
"Same as you. Having me-time and all."
The psychic pokémon instantly made the first parallel between Sheik and Zelda. The princess herself would have understood what he meant with that question, due to the already long time they had known each other and developed… friendship, would he call it?
Yet, Sheik didn't, which proved him (was that correct? It seemed so) slightly unfamiliar with his ways. He either didn't share all of her memories, or had a different personality.
Mewtwo decided to try again, and repeated.
"What brings you, Sheik, here?"
A pair of bright crimson eyes turned his way, now with the light of understanding in them. "Ah… again, I wished for some time for myself, Mewtwo. Sheik time."
He felt like laughing; they were in the same position, it seemed. And that interested him more. Mewtwo crossed his legs in mid-air and lowered himself beside the sheikah.
"Isn't the princess' time your time as well?"
"Not quite," Sheik stated, looking back to an uncertain point in the night sky. "I apologize. You may not be able to have a chat with her tonight."
"So you do now about her habits and relations."
With that statement, Mewtwo was sure he had caused a smile to form on the odd hylian's lips, as the bandages around his mouth shifted slightly.
They did not share a personality, that was for sure now. Sheik was definitely another person. But that opened so many new interrogates. Who was he, or she? Why be in such an odd position with the hylian princess?
"I do not doubt Zelda's power. She would notallow you out if she did not wish to. Yet you don't seem to have a problem with your little 'me-time', nor with aiding in battle. I would say you and her are on terms. Am I correct?"
The answer was already obvious for Mewtwo. He only requested confirmation in order to mask something else, and it gave results; at the mention of Zelda's name, instead of referring to her yet again as Princess, Sheik's gaze was directed at him for no more than a small portion of a second.
So he did not know he referred to Zelda by her name from time to time. Obviously they did not share all of their memories. A different person, yet connected and aware of the other.
"Yep, that's right," Sheik said, now clearly with a wide smile.
Trying to read his mind would not work, neither was it allowed inside the mansion, as common etiquette, but Mewtwo still knew how to obtain information. Did this mean Sheik had seen that? Was he being led by the sheikah to believe what was safe for him to know?
He would take the freedom of conducting a small experiment, then.
He waited, as Sheik pulled out a small throwing blade from a well-concealed pouch on his back, at waist height. The red-eyed hylian played with it idly, seeming to scan the surrounding area for possible targets.
"I am her and she is me. I was born for her convenience, as a lucky pigment of her imagination. A mere thought, but I am a part of her. And I am her as well."
Mewtwo chuckled darkly. "I see you intend to answer before I ask."
Finally, the blonde's gaze seemed to sharpen, brow furrowed as nothing but small birds moved near the trees below. And, aiming at an especially quick one with bright blue wings, he threw.
The specific aim, the timing; Mewtwo saw clearly, in around two seconds the brightly coloured bird would be impaled in a nearby tree. He saw it stopping; he imagined; he concentrated; he commanded. It hung in mid air. Then, as the bird flew past and far away, the blade turned around and flung back at Sheik by an invisible force, who prepared to catch instantly.
"Indeed, I do not like mind tricks, so I prefer speaking freely. Very good, however; you have my respect."
In the last moment, almost unnoticeably, the blade changed its course slightly, scratching Sheik's cheek and ripping the bandages in his cheek slightly, leaving a slight red line on his skin. None moved.
Sheik closed his eyes with a smile still on his lips and leaned back as a soft freeze blew past them, calm. "You see, being but a part of Zelda, I do not have any intention of trying to achieve a life of my own. Both as that, and as a sheikah. My honour would not allow me to leave the princess, nor to push my consciousness above hers. However, do not doubt that I am she, and I am also myself. She has simply allowed me to enjoy this night."
He lowered his bandages and enjoyed the breeze, leaning back fully to lie on the ground, while Mewtwo stayed on place.
It was different. Sheik was Zelda, but not quite Zelda. It was a different company, yet… it wasn't so bad.
Suddenly, the common room's inviting fireplace seemed even more tempting.
Mewtwo chuckled again, at that thought.
"Something wrong, my friend?" Sheik asked, placing an also bandaged hand on Mewtwo's shoulder, smiling.
"Friend? Working fast, are we. What an odd fellow you are, Sheik… I will let it pass," and upon seeing the hylian's grin at that, he added "Odd indeed, my friend."
Both laughed; Mewtwo with his ominous low voice, and Sheik with a sincere hearty laugh, much like Zelda's.
The cat-like pokémon stretched his legs and stood on air again.
"You have my respect as well," he said, this time verbally.
Sheik laughed some more, now truly amused and rather satisfied to have made his quiet companion speak. This time, the other paid attention to the voice, eager to conclude something he knew the smashers had wondered.
So he is indeed a male.
"Yes, I am."
Mewtwo blinked and stared at the humored sheikah, "I see... that thought was personal. Never before had someone been able to read those thoughts of mine... impressive."
"I'm sorry, Mewtwo. I couldn't resist, I knew you were thinking that," the blonde made a wide-eyed, dramatic pause and added, standing up quickly "Godesses! Who would have thought the great Mewtwo has these thoughts about princess Zelda?"
Said psychic's eyes widened, as he stepped back slightly and stared in a bewildered manner. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, hahaha… no worries, I'll have her do something for you anyway. Quite admirable of you to keep distance like that, you deserve it," Sheik said, with a wink at the end before breaking out into laughter again and waving a hand dismissively.
"I did not think you sheikahs could make this kind of disrespectful jokes about the royal family."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm a young sheikah, you see, so maybe I am not a very good one yet."
He walked towards Mewtwo and past him, heading back inside the brightly lit hallways. Seeing that he was not followed, the hylian stopped and turned back. "Aren't you coming?"
A pause. The other's eyes were closed as he hovered, perfectly still, almost making it seem as if he was asleep.
"I think I will go to the common room for a while. Won't you?"
"No, thank you. I'll call it a night for now."
Sheik still had that pleased smile on his face as he readjusted the bandages over his mouth and walked down the corridor in the direction of Zelda's room. He took out a small throwing star and played with it idly, throwing it from one hand to the other as he walked.
"Too bad I didn't get to practice. But that was fun," he said, stopping but still looking ahead. Finally, he turned his head back slightly and added, "Let's talk again sometime, my friend."
"…I would like that, Sheik."
With that, the sheikah reassumed his way, humming melodiously to himself in a content voice.
Mewtwo smiled to himself, starting his step-less walk to the common room where, soon enough, he would remind himself of Sheik's especially pleasing company as he became gradually uninterested in the other fighters. A few minutes later, Zelda herself would join them and ease Mewtwo's growing boredom.
And then, he'd reach for her and brush a lose strand of golden hair away from her cheek, taking note that there was no cut there as she'd stare at him questioningly.
Aaand that's it... wonder why it turned out so fun to write, heh. Opinions?