Hmm... I wonder how many people posted... *trots in*
*sees three new pages*
*faints*

Wow!! People are having arguments and conversations about my story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEEP!!! *feels honored*

Powarun: No... no Deoxys in my stories yet. ^^;; Not until I see its personality and life story in the anime.

V.o.t.M: I'll laugh too.

Dark Shaman: Thanks! ^^

Crystalmaster Mike: *chuckles* You're clever with your correct thoughts of Inara...

Doomykins: *grins evilly back* "Golden boy" eh? Yes, that WOULD be fun to see...

Darien Shields: o_O;; Do you hate Mewtwos or something??? I like how you're defending Marty, but you were just all excited about him hating Mewtwos in your first post... O-O;; Just to let ya know, Mewtwos play a huge part in this story!

Ultra_Poke2000: Hakujo is the name of Vappy's Mewtwo. ^^

Otto=ottO: LOL! Yes, let's all hate Marty's dad! *throws a random object*

stickachu: Hey! A new reader!!! Welcome!! *throws a party* I'm so happy you like my story!

Raichu748: O_____O Meep!! Another reader!!! *is handed the cake* *smells the cookies baking* OMG thank you!! ^^;; *eats some cake* This is delicious! You're so kind! I really appreaciate it!!!... and welcome!! ^^;;

Alright, enough arguing peeps! Here's some more story!




~*~Chapter 15~*~

A furry, human-looking boy sat staring at his wonderful card collection of Mewtopians. His white face looked exactly like any human’s despite the fuzz and the almost Mewtwo ears on his head. Long, dark, purple hair was held in a loose ponytail, and what was free fell over his face. His hands were human as well, however, they were also covered with white fur. Large Mewtwo feet were covered by a long purple tail, but his legs were just like a human’s. The boy wore a shirt with one of the many Pokemon Masters on it, and a dirty pair of jeans.

The boy glanced up as another boy, this one pure human, ran down the street. A heavy green backpack caused him to bend over as he ran along, gasping for breath. He had obviously been running for a while.

Curious, the Mewtwo mix put his things down, levitated himself into the air, and flew easily over to the other boy. The boy glanced at him, but neither stopped nor slowed. He was very much determined to reach his destination.
“What’s up?” asked Zac, the mix. The other boy, Marty, finally stopped and tried to catch his breath.
“Gotta… get… Pokemon… license… become… trainer… before… caught…” he gasped, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Zac picked him up.
“Your pack’s too heavy Marty! Mew above! How in the world did you run with it???” He cried out in alarm, almost collapsing himself. When Marty made no reply, he levitated himself again, this time with much more difficulty. Then he flew off to Professor Two’s lab, carrying the exhausted Marty on his back.

~*~*~

“Zale, use your Water Gun!” commanded Keshaa’s master enthusiastically. The Seadra responded by squirting a small yet powerful jet of water at the opposing Slugma. With a bubbly cry, the lava bug fell into a gooey pile of muck, very much fainted.
“Oozoo!!” Zale said enthusiastically, sticking his scaled chest out with pride. His heavy trainer chuckled at this boastful gesture.
“It’s just a Fire Pokemon, Zale! No reason to act like ya killed Zapdos or something!”

The rival trainer, however, was not amused.
“You just had a type advantage, meanie!”
“Muk spit!” cursed the massive trainer, glaring. “This’s the best Seadra in the whole city boy! The best! An’ I’m sure you’ve never seen a Magikarp like THIS either!”

A Pokeball, glittering red and white in the sun, was dropped onto the ground with a muffled thud from the sea grass. It opened on impact, letting loose a beam of light. The light quickly took shape and form, then became a fish.
“Magikaaarp…” cooed a HUGE Magikarp, flopping eagerly on the ground. Her orange-gold scales looked like individual pieces of treasure as they glittered with a healthy sheen, and she was able to flop especially high for her breed. However, the thing that took the boy’s breath away the most was the SIZE of the Magikarp. She had to be twenty pounds at least, and this size of a fish was not found around the bay. For a Magikarp, she was beautiful.
“Meet Caitlyn! The biggest, prettiest, most fit Magikarp in the whole bay! A prize not even the best trainer could show! I found her far out at sea with Zale. The two of them are a fine pair of friends, they are! I couldn’t ask for better Pokemon!”

Keshaa and Magi cried out their support, while the boy silently recalled his Slugma. He gave a respectful nod, tossed the man half his money, and waltzed off to the Pokemon Center.

The master in turn gave his Pokemon each a treat, though Magi had done nothing, praised them, then took them to go swimming.

Magi and Keshaa had the most blissful lives they could ever hope for.

~*~*~

Slowly, the darkness that enveloped Marty’s mind began to clear. The black turned grey, then rust, then green. He began to see grass greener than any he had seen before, a few milky white stones, and a tiny everyday caterpillar. The little bug crawled along, close to his nose, and its hairs tickled his skin gently with the grass.

Suddenly, another nose pressed itself close to the caterpillar. It was orange, with wide, flaring nostrils like a dragon’s, and the mouth under it had a single sharp tooth sticking out. Marty looked up carefully to find himself staring into a pair of blue eyes that could only belong to the fiery Charmander. The little creature noticed his gaze and jumped away with surprise.

Marty slowly got up, wiped some black hair out of his face, and looked at the little fire lizard curiously. Beside the orange reptile were the other fire starters, all looking at him with interest and fear.

The bird, the mouse, and the lizard sat comfortably there before him, and Marty’s heart ached for one of them. He loved Fire type Pokemon more than any other. Their power, spunky personality, and determined loyalty were the most common traits of the flaming Pocket Monsters. He loved them. He wanted them…

Marty slowly walked over to the Pokemon so he wouldn’t scare them. Then, he reached down and gently stroked the little Fire bird. It made a soft cheep and leaned into his hand, making him smile. He wanted Torchic most of all. It was almost impossible to get Pokemon from the distant continent of Hoenn, and the chance to raise something most trainers of Kanto and Johto had never seen before would leave him at an advantage.

The shadow of another presence made Marty look up, then gasp in shock. There before him stood smiling a rather tall female Mewtwo in a lab coat. She held two starter Pokemon, a Bulbasaur and a Mudkip, in her arms, and was studying him curiously.

“I take it that you are Marty Larnezz. Your father recently called and informed me that you were coming, and are going to be a Pokemon trainer,” she said pleasantly, lowering the two starters to the ground. They clumsily crawled out of her arms and walked over to the Fire types. The rest of the starters were now staring at him fearfully behind their master.
“You will call me Professor Two. I am to be the caretaker of your extra Pokemon unless my title is withdrawn, whereas your Pokemon will be sent to Professor Oak. You can trust both of us.” She added this last part because Marty was starting to look offended.

As if by some natural impulse, or perhaps just a telepathic order, the rest of the starter Pokemon (a Treecko, a Chikorita, a Squirtle, and a Tododile) ran over to Marty and gave little cries of excitement as soon as she finished saying this.
“These are your choices, Mr. Larnezz. You may only have one Pokemon, so that the others that will come throughout the year will have a chance. Since you are first, however, you have an unfair advantage, so I am going to make it a little fairer by making your choosing of your starter a little challenging…”

Once again simultaneously, all the starter Pokemon got up and walked away. Marty watched them go sadly, wishing he could just take his Torchic and be done with it. Professor Two was just trying to make it fair though, which he had to admit was a wise thought for a Mewtwo.

~*~*~

Marty’s pockets now bulged as he stood absently listening to Professor Two’s rules. He had been given five Pokeballs and a Pokedex, items that every trainer should start with. He fingered one of these balls as the Mewtwo talked, trying to grow accustomed to the smooth, round spheres that would soon hold living, breathing creatures.

“You are to treat your Pokemon with respect. Be obedient to Gym Leader’s laws. Never steal. Never use your Pokemon for the upper hand in an argument. Don’t capture Pokemon in certain areas. Keep alert, or you’re dead. There are strange things out there, and with Pokemon constantly changing, there’s no telling what will pop up next…”

Marty fought back the smart remark that popped up in his head from this sentence. Though he loathed Professor Two’s species, he found she herself was a very respectable individual. She avoided things that annoyed him, and had a sure, proud personality that made him less annoyed that she was his equal. She was just, just, naturally dominant. He also noticed that she used her Psychic powers a LOT, and with great skill. He could easily be killed if he made her angry.

In his mind Marty compared the two female Mewtwos Inara and Professor Two. One was bold and one was shy. One was polite but unafraid, while the other was loving yet somehow terrified of him. One couldn’t care less about him after this because she didn’t know him, and the other would most likely worry about him the rest of her life…

Marty shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts of his stepmother. He hated her. He couldn’t think of her feelings about him. He WOULDN’T!! She was scum, as was this “Professor” who was giving him his starter. Mewtwo’s should never have been made in the first place!

Professor Two paused at Marty’s sudden, out of place outburst. He didn’t seem to realize he had made it, however, and was staring blankly at the floor. She frowned at it, but decided not to mention that he had just said such a horrible thing about her people. He probably hadn’t meant it. However, it brought up Mewtwos in general, so she placed the laws about them last.

“And finally,” she said, slamming down a Pokeball and causing Marty to jump out of his daydream. “You will NEVER EVER catch a Mewtwo!! They are, currently, considered people, even if a Pokeball still works on one. You will be arrested. And,” here she glared darkly, “Even if the rule were to be dropped, which I suspect will happen someday soon, catching a Mewtwo is foolishness. You either force it, or befriend it. If you force it, it will most likely either kill you of simply run away. If you befriend it, a very rare thing, the two of you will most likely form a telepathic bond, which can be dangerous. Sometimes bonds grow so strong, you see, that you feel each other’s pain. If one is killed, the other dies. Get it?”

Marty nodded quietly. He hadn’t actually meant to ever think about capturing a Mewtwo, but now the idea was there. He would certainly be a stronger trainer with one, if he could tame it… and if they’d be put back in their place as Pokemon.

“And now that the rules are completed, it is time for you to choose your Pokemon…” said the Professor casually, leading Marty away.

It was a funny thing how Marty had not seen a building yet. The Professor seemed to live and study outside, like a wild Pokemon. They had been in the forest through his whole visit, ever since he had woken up from his exhausted collapse. The Pokeballs and Pokedex had been teleported into her hands—he had no idea where they’d come from.

They were now walking through this forest, away from the grassy patch he’d first seen and into the dark depths of the wild. As they walked along the air grew colder from the lack of sunlight. The branches were so closely interwoven he could see no sky whatsoever, making the entire place eerie. Marty gave a small shudder because of this.

They stopped at a place where the trees were a little farther spread apart. The ground under Marty’s feet was moist here, and he felt himself almost sinking in it. The muck was covered with moss, a few weeds, and a great deal of dead underbrush that poked through his jeans and into his sensitive, pale skin.

The Mewtwo, however, did not seem to mind, and to Marty’s surprise, let her small feminine feet sink into the mud with out thought. A second shock made him quiver as her mind entered his.
{Welcome, human, to the true world of Pokemon. Here, we are the masters, and you are a MOUSE before us! Your dream is to be a Master most likely, but first you must gain the skills. To get your first Pokemon, human, you must pass this test.} She said in a cold, telepathic voice.

Marty stared as the Mewtwo’s eyes glowed, and with a broad sweep of her arm, all the starters appeared before them. He had never seen a Mewtwo able to do such a thing before.
{You are to capture one of these Pokemon, and only one, if you can do even that. You have this entire forest to search for the one you desire, and these starters are trained not to struggle when sucked into a Pokeball. Wild ones will not. Once you capture a Pokemon, I will install you license into you Pokedex. Goodbye.}

Before Marty could speak, the Professor Teleported away, and all the starters scattered before him. Then, an extra Pokeball appeared before him, with an odd purple marking on top of it. He picked the cold orb up and enlarged it with a click of its button. The purple spot turned into the symbol M2. The ball had been created by some company in Mewtopia most likely, where the Mewtwos still disliked people and thought themselves superior. They made little marks like that on their products.

Marty frowned with disgust, pressed the button again, and put the now tiny Pokeball into his pocket. He didn’t trust items made by Pokemon. ESPECIALLY items made by Mewtwos. He pulled out another Pokeball, this one clean of any marking whatever, and smiled at its plain red-and-white coloration. That was much better!

Enlarging the Pokeball, he twisted his mouth into a crooked grin, and marched into the depths of the forest, his shoes making sucking noises in the mud as he went.