I'm sorry for the long hiatus on this story. The thing is that I have a lot of school work, a job, I'm preparing for some conventions, doing my first public doujishin AND I am also currently in the middle of other 2 fanfictions: "LoZ – Metroid's Shadow – Tale of the Dark Shadows" and "Dairantou Smash Brothers EX"

Also, I had a large writer's block on this story and… as you can se, it's been almost 6 months since the last update.

So, without anything else, ere comes the next episode of this.

Also, this means there will be trama development and stuff that you might not expect! So stay tuned!

Da Mangaka

Disclaimer:

Mewtwo and the other Pokemon belong to Nintendo and the own pokemon company... Other Characters belong to their respective owners.

The clock was ticking, and although it was mid November, it was quite hot that noon.

Actually, it was half past twelve, and there was plenty of activity going on outside the hotel.

The flocks of Pidgeys and Ferows where moving along, roosting in the roofs they could find.

A bit of sunlight entered the room where the Leader was sleeping, holding softly one of the limbs of the psychic cat.

She was really happy, her smile showed such, and really comfortable of holding the tail which she occasionally snuggled.

The psychic moaned at such movements, sometimes asking softly what was going on before he went back to deep sleep.

Half and hour more passed and the sun rays where flooding literally the room.

"…just some 5 minutes more…" she said, rolling on her bedsheets, away from the psychic.

This pulled the tail away from him, he sleeping curled up but facing her – he disliked the idea of exposing his neck.

At the constant tugging, he started to wake up lazily.

Afterwards he looked at the alarm clock: 1:10 pm.

Never he had overslept like that, he usually woke up when the clocks said it was 5 am.

Rising a bit, he looked at the sleeping trainer one more time with a peculiar amusement, the one found in a child when finding something curious.

Ah, there was the reason of the tugging: his tail.

Chuckling for himself – he even started to wonder why was he in such god mood considering last night – he leaned towards her and poked her in the cheek.

"Wiz… cut it out… I wanna sleep…"

Another poke, this one deeper, almost making her flesh stick with her teeth

"bleh… no…"

And yet another poke, this time in the forehead

"Alright! Alright! I'll wake up!" Tania moaned, opening her eyes slowly.

Both of their gazes stuck with each other, hers a bit surprised and his – if not glaring – looking at her deeply.

Silence was the background, only interrupted by the chirping of the many flying pokemon that went across there.

Finally, Mewtwo smiled

"…That's mine…"

Tsuki no Tenshi ni Ikkimasu!

Chapter 8 – Live action

Both where now sat on a chair, looking at each other eagerly.

One trying to break the will of the other, one trying to overcome each other.

Her natural mahogany eyes fighting against the gaze of the purple eyes of the psychic, who had probably the temptation of going further.

Then, all of a sudden, the face of the leader started to get filed with air, puffing her cheeks.

The psychic frowned, wondering what was making her go like that, he certainly wasn't doing anything.

That was, until she bursted laughing.

"Heh! Look at you!" she pointed at him, laughing still.

He just placed a deadpan, what was going on with her?

She was officially going to be categorized as either demented or simply just out of her mind.

"What?!" he demanded while rolling his eyes. He was already mentally preparing himself to bash her with one of his psychic waves and leave the dammed island for good.

Noticing the subtle anger in his eyes, the trainer stopped laughing although there where some giggling.

"Geesh… don't you have humor?" she crossed her arms

"Humor?" he frowned "What kind of demented humor are you thinking woman?!"

"Well… at least it's good to see a reaction for once…" now she humped, turning her back on him "Usually he stares at me blankly and doesn't say a word…"

"He?"

After pondering a bit, he connected the dots into figuring out who she referred to: the young professor she referred as 'wiz'.

He just rolled his eyes – how was he that patient?

"I don't find a reason why he shouldn't be like that?" he replied dryly.

"Like what? All silent?"

Mewtwo preferred not to answer, which made the girl whine even more.

"Oh come on! I didn't do anything bad! Besides…"

Now she sneered

"You're my pokemon"

"Firstly, I am here on my own will, which brings me to the second yet most important point: I am not yours. I'm here because I want to."

With a confused face, she released a 'huh?' which made the pokemon sigh.

"Just… telling you that you are not my trainer. I will battle aside you and offer you my support – when I desire to do so- but that doesn't make you my trainer"

"Right, right" she waved a lazy hand "Very well… besides, it's not like you're the most important thing in the world anyways…"

"Neither are you, and until you earn my respect I will continue to tease you and test you"

A smirk from the psychic, one that made the trainer shiver a bit.

After the commotion passed, in which it took her a big bowl of cereal to munch, she sat down closer to him, side by side.

"Right… so now… what do you have in plans?"

What was she intending to do asking that question?

He had obviously nothing much to do rather than following her.

That's right, it was a new investigation: now that he had gotten into her mind, he was going to make a sort of investigation about human behavior. Much like the ones humans do on pokemon and which are usually televised.

With this in mind, he nodded and looked to her expectantly

"What?"

"Well, I have not much of an idea. I see you as a bright girl who tends to have ideas as fast as you can think on replying on this"

"Was that an insult or a compliment?" she leered

"Take it as you might like…"

"Fine… you want an idea… I'll give you one…"

The next pose she placed was just too funny for even him not to avoid laughing: she sat on her chair with her legs crossed (as she could: the chair bottom was slightly smaller than the size of her legs in such position), arms crossed, eyes closed with her head tilted up and a cheek puffed.

She would go tilting her head side by side, somewhat humming at a point while 'thinking'.

What sort of position was that anyways?

But he wasn't going to give in that easily. He wasn't just any kind of sapient being, taunted by this awkward occurrence that was called his 'trainer'.

So instead he raised an eyeridge and sighed, burring his head on his hand.

This was, however, clever: it allowed him to look irritated while he was actually snickering.

However, this went unnoticed as she continued on such pose, eyes shut in thought.

"I dunno… what do you suggest?" she suddenly spoke up, almost falling from her chair while trying to undo that pose.

"Well" he stood up from the small chair – small considering his size "I usually wake up early, walk around the place I am and spend most of my time meditating"

"…meditating?" she tilted her head "You mean like sitting down, close your eyes and do nothing?"

"It's not 'nothing' what you do!" now he was somewhat irked "You concentrate your energy, feel it flow in order to learn how to use it better"

"Oh wait" the clapped her hands "I've heard of that one"

"What do you mean?"

"Well… there are these people who say they are meditating but don't do a thing… most likely sleeping… or wait… I think that was an anime I once saw…"

He wasn't sure if to slap his face or kick hers. And what the heck was this 'anime' she spoke of? Maybe it was the reason she was that stupid…

"Say…" she approached him and tried to reach his height by standing on her toes "Can you teach me how to do it?"

"Teach you?" he frowned "to meditate?"

She nodded a lot; almost her head seemed that it could snap off any second with the strength she used.

"Why not? I mean, we gotta do something today? Unless you wanna train?"

A grin from the trainer. This seemed more cocky than happy.

"Fine then" he humped "But don't expect I'll be that good of a … 'teacher': I just do the things and period. If you can follow me, good. If not, well you missed your chance"

"'kay… geesh… why are you so angry anyways?" Tania leered at him

"Because that's how I am… I would like to ask you why you are so cheery but I guess that's how you are…"

"Well… I'm cheery because I want to make my environment cheery…"

"…what?"

He looked at her for a brief moment, pondering what she had just said.

Being in the mood she wanted her surroundings to be.

It could probably have some logic and for such reason he left it to think about it later.

"Ya know, if you are sad things will seem sad and gloomy. If you are happy… well… you might find yourself very lucky. My mom used to tell me that, although at some point I wondered if she was just trying to cheer me up. So far, however, it's been proven true at some point…"

Well, there was a slight explanation there.

A way to see the world: the moods might change one's perspective.

That's very much true.

Perhaps… just perhaps… she wasn't as stupid as she looked…

"Maybe if you stopped being so grumpy then you'd like me more" she winked at the pokemon, making him stop his train of thoughts and making him blink several times.

"And why would I do that?"

"Didn't I just tell you?" she sighed

"No, what I mean was 'liking' you. Why would I want you to be likable?"

"I dunno… maybe a better relationship?" she moved on her place. He had noticed how she tended to move a limb – usually one leg – unconsciously at a fast rate. Probably one of those 'tics' like humans say? Or perhaps she's nervous? "Even though you say I'm not your trainer, I want to have a friendship with you. Care to let me?"

"Again, why would I want something like that?"

He is not going to tell her that he has plans to leave the island as soon as he collects information. Being captured means no other trainer can do so… at least legally.

Such should give him a sort of 'protection', if it can be called as such, but it's not one of the most comfortable states to be. At least not for him.

"You… don't want to be my friend?"

Now this was said with sincere sadness from the girl.

Though the voice tone didn't mark at such, Mewtwo saw how she seems very much disappointed.

Having her sad is clearly not going to help on his goal, and would probably prove difficult to move on anyways.

Deciding it was best to keep her cheery; he gave a slight sigh and proceeded to put a paw on one of her shoulders.

"Look, I don't know how to do friends. As a matter of fact I don't have somebody to call like that…"

…yes, keep going with the 'self-pity' act… she'll probably boom after this

"…so that's why. Although if you wish so much, you could teach me how to…"

The answer came just too quick for him to react: the girl had actually tackled him in a glomp-like hug and now both where in the floor. Who would have thought she had the strength to do that? … That… and she was quite heavy…

"Awwww! I see! So you are a loner because you don't know how to make friends! So sweet of you to share this with me"

He had to admit he was very uncomfortable in such position, but he didn't have much choice did he?

Well, of course he had! He was psychic. So he promptly used his powers to take her off from him.

"A small extra rule: Don't do that again…" he said dryly.

With a small nervous laugh, the girl grinned and raised herself from the floor kneeled.

"'Kay, will try to remember…"

Time passed and quickly the clock rang at 3 pm.

The hotel floor dedicated to the leader was silent, no soul to be found or heard at least.

This was awkward for the new visitor that came in, wondering what the owner would be doing.

He would usually find her playing on her Wii or in the Gym (which he had just visited and found no answer either) or doing something rather noisy.

"I just hope nothing bad had happened to her…"

The boy went firstly to the kitchen to find any signs of her but there where apparently none.

He pondered: what if the pokemon had done something to her?

How would he take that…?

And he had forgotten his newly found Mew… who stayed to clean his workplace.

Wiz was getting slightly worried, odd thing from him really.

That was all cleared up when he found her sat on the rug with eyes closed, besides the big psychic cat.

He frowned, what was she doing… actually… what where both doing?

"Um…" he tried to say something, unable to find proper words. They seemed 'entertained' with such activity, so he sat down and watched.

Such concentration, he had never seen her like that before.

Idly, it gave him a perfect chance to look at her better: long mahogany hair, soft skin which was bruised in the knees and elbows – signs of her trainings and usual flips.

She looked so different when she was idle, and perhaps she was different also?

"Achoooo…."

The professor who had leaned to have a better look at her face was sneezed over: the Leader had already that tickling sensation on her nose some half hour ago and didn't want to break the concentration – thing she did anyways ever since she started to feel it – and now had surrendered to it's itching.

Of course that means the poor glasses of the young man where soaked, with a bit of his face as well.

He blinked behind his glasses: maybe he had his hopes too high…

"Argh… nose… cut out my focus…" she started to say sporadically as she opened her eyes.

"Focus?" he asked softly

"Well… Mewtwo here was trying to teach me how to…"

Now for the first time in the day, the leader had seen the professor.

She yelped, almost falling on her back due the surprise. Also… why was he soaked?

"Ah! Wiz!" she said nervously, pointing at said guy

"Yes?"

They stared at each other for a long time, wondering what to do next.

Then another sneeze interrupted the thinking, forcing them into talking again.

"So what are you…?"

"Doing? Well, I was trying to meditate… courtesy of my psychic friend here"

And she pointed to him

"Meditating?" he frowned, a bit skeptic.

"Oh come on! I did! I was getting clearness and all that stuff!"

"You wouldn't have sneezed then…"

"Pfff… like you've done it before" she crossed her arms.

He sighed slightly with a smile.

"So, how long have you've been doing that?"

"Like an hour or two: seems it's much more difficult than I thought… though I don't feel any 'power' build up"

"That's because you aren't psychic perhaps?"

"Maybe, but who knows. Mewtwo here seems a master of doing so: I mean my voice is loud naturally and he doesn't flinch"

"Same reason I told you that you shouldn't sneeze"

"Meh, screw you…"

"You know… you two are quite noisy thought…"

A random thought came into both their minds. One that wasn't much like theirs. Then, after connecting the dots they realized what it could be and turned unison to face a quite much awake Mewtwo with his arms crossed.

"Oh… well… hi… there…" she waved nervously

"Hello" however, the professor saluted as he normally would

"Ah, good afternoon Wiz. What might bring you here?"

"Oh! I had almost forgotten!" he snapped, hitting one of his hands with a fist slightly to make remark "I was looking for you all over the place"

"Me?" she pointed

"Yes, you: I just received some package in my home that's for you. Apparently either the person he sent it had a wrong address or you used my address for your mailing again…"

A sweat drop appeared on the Leader's head with a much more nervous look.

"Must be the second" she laughed.

"Why do you keep doing that?" he sighed

"Well… you can't undo old bad habits that quick can you?" now a more heartily laugh

"Mail?" Mewtwo had to admit he was slightly curious about this. Even though after asking that he mentally slapped himself. Why ask for something stupid like that?

"Actually package" Wiz corrected "Small one"

"Well, if it's a bomb then there is no problem"

"…is it the reason why the stuff gets sent to my home?"

"Probably" Tania rolled her eyes innocently

"Next time I'll redirect them though…" he added with a lower tone than usual and then continued with the normal one "But anyways, it says it's 'urgent' (marked in big bold letters by the way), so I think it's best for you to check out"

"Right right… I'll go to your house if that's what you want"

"What? Wait no!" the professor rushed

"Oh Wiz, the look on your face is priceless!"

Meanwhile in this conversation, the pokemon observed with detainment how she engaged communications with him.

Was she doing something humans call 'flirting'? Seemingly she wanted to go his house urgently when she has one huge apartment on the hotel… but… don't males do that usually?

It is to note also, that she didn't seem too interested in the package also…

Hmm… maybe sticking together with her might open him some of his own enigmas about humans. This might prove interesting.

"So? Are we going?" the leader insisted

"Well… if you are so insistent… but please…no more…"

"…mail in your home, kay, I got it! Although if it's fan mail…"

"Is her ego that big?" Mewtwo sighed with such thought

Without anything else, the trio left the apartment – just after she packed some fruits for the road: who knew what could happen?

Well… this is going to be interesting…

I just hope it doesn't get too carried away…

See you next time!