Gray Sunshine (Reader x Mewtwo) Ch.1

Summary: You never thought about being destined for anything great, only an average life. Until you had your accident… you are given a path that you had no choice but to cross… And fear runs deep because your sight is now clouded in the dark, but there was him and his soothing voice that colored your gray life. Reader x Mewtwo 

Disclaimer: Pokemon and Mewtwo belongs to Nintendo.  I only own the original characters Aiden, Freedom, etc that are not canon to anything but this story.  Please enjoy.

This fanfiction made by Mayplefly


Chapter 1


“Hey Sis, it’s time to get going," called the voice of your sister. She was assisting you on the bus.

The sky was a brilliant bright day, with light clouds deepening to ready for a storm. Your mind settled with ease.

“(Name)!” she called to you.

You turned your head slightly at the sound of her voice.

“Come on, I heard that it’s going to rain soon. You don’t want my gorgeous red hair getting wet, do you?” she complained.

“Of course not, Aidan,” you confirmed your reason.

“If it rains, I’ll blame you for being late and getting soaked,” Aiden accused, and you could imagine her bright green eyes pouting at you.

You gave a grin, “Sure thing.”

She nudged you softly, “On the bus you go.”

You reached awkwardly towards the bar to steady yourself.

“Aidan!” you whined.

“Oh yeah, you don’t like being pushed around, gotcha," she said.

She placed a hand on your shoulder to help you maneuver across the aisle to your seat. She gently pressed you down in the seat you were to sit at.

“Don’t worry (Nickname); I’ll see you in Goldenrod real soon," Aiden confirmed.

You inclined your head to show you understood.

“Oh, keep the bird close to you, ‘kay? Don’t let him go off jumping on people’s heads,” Aiden said.

You chuckled quietly. She was referring to the little Natu in your hands.

“His name is Freedom, Aidan," you remarked.

“Okay, Freedom, keep my sis out of trouble or I’ll have you for lunch," she threatened.

“Aidan!” you warned.

“I’m just protective! You know how I get around. But I may be serious about the lunch thing, I’m starving!” Aiden laughed.

Freedom shrieked at Aidan angrily and you heard her take a few steps back.

“I’ll see you later!” she called.

With that, she got off the bus.

“I think that’s all the passengers for today,” you heard Luna Carson say off the bus.

“Yep, better get rolling quickly,” your sister agreed.

“It’s going to get bad,” the female bus driver said, “It’s going to rain pretty hard. Bye.” With that, she shut the bus door and started the engine. It was starting to rain.

Freedom quietly nuzzled your open hands. You stroked his soft feathers causally while listening to the raindrops.

“It’s like music, don’t you hear it? The steady beats of the rain…” you mused to your bird.

Freedom nipped at your fingernails and grabbed crumbs off your fingers from your quick breakfast toast.

You and your sister stayed at the lodge for a couple of weeks to wait for the bus to take you to Goldenrod City.
Being there for a while, you had grown to know Luna more. She was a little older for her years, and someone who studied the native Pokémon in their habitat.

You were leaving the place you would call home, and your new friend, all in the sake to save you with a medical correction.

You and your older sister were orphaned after the death of your parents, who both died in a fatal accident only a few years back, but you both survived…

Your thoughts trailed off the subject, and went back to the reason why you had Freedom, your little green friend.  The little Natu was a Pokémon that your sister got for you so that you wouldn’t get lonely on the long trip to Goldenrod, she couldn’t go with you because of important work she had to do.

‘Misery loves company,’ you thought with a bitter smile, as you traced your finger over Freedom’s long scar that traced over his eye to a cracked beak.

Freed was an abused Pokémon left in the hospital. He was going to be sent to a shelter. No one wanted him, because of his ripped, dirty feathers, and scars or the fact that he only had one wing.  You didn’t care, because when your sister had described him to you, you knew right then and there that he was perfect for you. He also knew the experience of pain, and with similar problems, you knew what he felt. You took care of him and named him Freedom.

He puffed up his chest and started to chirp, but not without him staring at you intently. You felt his eyes on you and petted him without turning your head.  You rested your forehead on the cool, fresh glass and listened again to the raindrops, and to Freedom’s singing.

Freedom quieted down on the trip. The rain grew ever louder, and you could hear the wind blowing.

‘Typhoon?’ you guessed in your thoughts.

Freedom’s wing brushed against your fingers, chances were he was preening himself.

You felt a jerk that forced you forward in your seat, your head made contact with the back of another seat in front of you.

“Ow…” you moaned.

“Ah!” The bus driver yelped. You heard her say something about the traction of the tires, and that the wind was too strong.

The bus began to rise in the air, gravity no longer kept the bus on the ground, you knew by the sudden thrust in the air. The vehicle began to circulate with the wind, pushing you harshly to the glass window.

The window made a loud burst in your ears, shards of glass thrown and pierced your body. Freedom shrieked and clung to your hands by digging his claws into your skin. His only wing flapped close to your face.

“Freedom?” you said out loud. “Hold on to me!”

You heard no response and you were panicking, the howling wind, torturous rain, and screams of the passengers collided in your senses. Your body was numb from the pain of the broken glass. The dizzying turns of the vehicle gave you a headache and you couldn’t think. All that came to your mind was that you did not hear Freedom. He must have been blown out of the window and into the cold storm.

The harsh twisting suddenly stopped, as if a large hand grabbed the vehicle. It hovered in midair for a moment; until it was placed gently back on to the road. People began speaking feverishly in surprise.

“No way!”

“It’s a miracle!”

The bus driver’s voice was the only one you paid attention to, “How could… this happen?”

You had only moments to consider the possible event, what you realized was that Freedom was missing.

“Freedom? Freedom!” you shouted and jerked out of your seat.

The passengers were silenced by your sudden outburst. You struggled to get into the aisle, and in front of the bus.

“I need to get off the bus,” you said to the bus driver.

“I can’t do –“

“Let me off!” you screamed.

In shock, she submitted to your demands and opened the door. You grabbed the rail and quickly got off the steps, you ran the moment you touched the ground screaming for your Pokémon the whole way.  Your body was throbbing with the shards of glass that etched into your skin, but you paid no attention to any drops of blood which quietly ran off your wounds.

You heard the door being forced back shut by the strong wind, but you only cared about Freedom, the bus wasn’t important to you right now.

You felt the edge of the road, and the steep edge it was. It made sense that you could fall off and die, because the road spiraled up the mountain, it was the only way for you to get across, but your only care was to search and locate Freedom.

Foolishly you tried to climb down the cliff, but you missed and scratched your hand on a loose sharp rock, and you blacked out after falling.

With a groan, you woke up. Flashes of memories passed in your mind, wind, rain, and screams were the only things that you could recall in the heat of the moment.

‘Freedom,’ your thoughts said quietly, the only thing that mattered to you besides your sister was your only other friend, the little bird with the one clipped angel wing. What were you willing to cross in order to keep him from harm? The answer was any length that you had to take.

Speaking of crossing, you remembered when you went over the edge of the road to search for Freedom in the howling storm. You had no luck doing so in finding him. He was still lost for what you knew.

Cool, soft ground lay beneath your body, and when you moved your hands, you felt the brush of a blade of grass.
You were expecting harsh rocks to an unearthly demise in your wake. It was as if you were moved from the point you were in your unconscious state. Your hand immediately reached your throbbing head.

“Oh, the pain…” you groaned pitifully.  You were sure the glass was still embedded in your skin, but you didn’t feel it.  You hoped that the fall knocked some of the shards off of your clothes.

“Pikachu!” you winced when a long shriek of anger growled at you.

“Chu… Pika,” with another angry snort, the voice faded away.

You sat there, confused and undecided. You did not know where you were, so you pulled your legs against your chest and wrapped your nervous hands around them defensively.

“Freedom…” you whimpered, you wanted your friend back, but how were you going to find him let alone know where to go?

“Meow… Meowth,” another voice said.

There were more following noises, but they mingled together as one. It was difficult to decipher them.  Just as you couldn’t feel any worse, you were roughly pulled to your feet, and your arms forced behind your back.

“Pika!”

That harsh command was the last thing you heard before being pulled unwillingly to an unknown location.

To you, hours meant more darkness and pain on the cold ground. You felt your way around, and your hand came in contact with smooth metal.

“Someone put me in a cage!” you screamed, and rattled the bars.

Footprints padded on the ground, close to where you were.

“Why is there a human here?”

You felt the air still, your heart froze in surprise and your mind shocked and numbed the feeling in your legs.

‘Where is that voice coming from…?’ you thought to yourself. It was deep, rich and haunting to your ears.

“Pikachu! Pika!” the angry voice from earlier made you squirm.

“I see… so this girl managed to get here unannounced?” the beautiful voice asked.

More voices appeared in the conversation but you could not understand a word of what they were saying to each other.  You felt drowsy, and you fell unconscious again.

You awoke by jolting upright with your heart pounding and breathing uneven. You placed a hand over your heart and took deep breaths to calm yourself.

“You must have had a nightmare,” the alluring voice that you quickly recognized, mused out loud.

You were quick to stiffen your body, and a deep, quiet chuckle did not ease your worries.

“Who are you?” the voice asked.

“Who are you?” you countered back.

You heard a shifting of light; padded feet make way towards you, and the voice whispered next to your ear.

“I am Mewtwo,” he said hotly.

You could feel his breath close to your face, “I’m (N)-(Name),” you stuttered.

“Are you afraid of me, human?” he asked in amusement.

“No!” you resorted quickly.

“Hmm…” he thought casually, “What should I do with you, since you intruded into our territory, uninvited?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” you quickly defended. 

He grasped your chin with the tip of his finger, to you; it felt smooth and oddly shaped.

“How did you find us?” his voice became harsher and less pleasant.

“I don’t know how I got here,” you answered honestly.

You guessed that he would take your word, but instead he did the opposite. His hand touched the side of your cheek.

“Perhaps I should leave you in the cell longer, or interrogate you myself in less formal ways,” Mewtwo thought out loud.

“Why don’t you believe me?” you asked him.

“I may not be composed of harming humans as aggressively as I felt about your kind in the past, but that does not mean that I will allow for an intruder to walk among our domain," he reasoned.

“How do you know that I won’t simply escape?” you questioned angrily.

He answered quietly, but without as much hostility towards you as you expressed to him, “You are sightless.  The bandages around your eyes give that away.”

You fumed; you clenched your teeth and tightened your fist, “Just because I’m blind doesn’t make any difference!”

“It puts you in a considerable disadvantage, and leaves you vulnerable to harm,” Mewtwo pointed out.

Your impulse was to hit him, you extended your hand to hit his face, but sadly, you didn’t know where he was standing, and you touched midair.

“You’re a violent human,” he chuckled, “but it is pitiful, knowing that you are helpless.”

“I want to leave!” you screamed.

“Be my guest,” he said.

Your hands aimlessly reached for the walls, but you tripped on a rock. You hit the ground and moaned in pain.

“You might as well stay where you are, girl,” said Mewtwo, with a small chuckle.

“Are you heartless?” you shrieked at him, “Why are you toying with me? What kind of sick person are you?”

“Enough,” His voice seethed in a quiet rage, intimidating you senseless, “I wanted to get over this little problem as quickly as possible. I cannot erase your memories yet until I have knowledge as to how and when you got here. As to what I am, I am not human.”

“Do you think I know how I got here, or why I’m involved?” you demanded, coughing in the process. You struggled to try and stand, but you were too weak kneed to get up.

“Yes,” Mewtwo stated.

“Well, from how I see it, you’re a crazy… thing that wants to keep me locked up in that little dungeon of yours with your little miniature devils sweeping me away whenever you please,” was your remark.

You didn’t think he took that answer too kindly, next thing you knew, you were asleep.

You were there for a few days now. Ever since you first met Mewtwo, you would be forced unconscious, moved, woken up, asked questions, put unconscious again, taken to the cell and repeat the cycle.

You twitched when you felt your arms forced behind your back.

“Damn it all! Quit putting me asleep! Who do you think you are, keeping me locked up?” you twitched and jerked in their grasp.

The Pokémon that obeyed Mewtwo ignored your outburst. You sighed and eased your muscles, it was harder to resist.  You were surprised that you were still awake, because you were in Mewtwo’s presence again.

“You look well,” he commented.

You snorted at his poor joke.

“Are you going to let me go?” you asked.

“Hmm… let me think…” he thumped his tail for a few minutes; you were getting aggravated at his attempt of musing.

“Ahh… no,” he said casually.

“Ugh…” you groaned.

“Are you going to answer my questions now?” he asked.

Your response was a snort and a bitter laugh, “Lying would be my only other answer since I already told you what I know, so it is all pointless.”

Again, like before, he approached you with ease, his footsteps easily heard on the ground. The difference though, was his firm grasp on your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat and your body stiffened in alert.  His hold was not gentle; it was dominating and threatening to your being.

“I tire of your games, tell me now,” his voice was no longer the sweet and amused voice from before, but a serious and dangerous one.

His posture was different from when you first met him, and this sudden change in his behavior and the tone of his voice made your rapid heart thump in a frightened excitement.

Your voice did not follow your body’s reactions; instead it was an unnatural confidence in your answer to be more honest in your words, than your true feelings believed.

“I was getting on the bus, with Freedom, and I rode it for over half an hour. It was raining and the wind was blowing harshly. The bus lifted up and turned in the wind. I thought I was going to die. The bus suddenly stopped whirling in the sky and landed on the road, but I realized that Freedom was missing, and went to get off the bus and search for him. I climbed down on the edge of the road where the mountain was steep, but I fell and blacked out. I don’t remember anything after that! Happy?” you yelled.

Your quick and sputtered words over your explanation were given no reply.

Instead, Mewtwo slackened his hold on you, and you felt the warmth in your cold shoulders disappear. You found yourself yearning for his warm hands, and you were embarrassed from this.

He was threatening you, but you weren’t afraid, and you didn’t care. You only wanted to touch him.

That didn’t sound right, either.

The room was quiet and you were lost in your thoughts, you heard nothing from Mewtwo after your swift, but accurate explanation.  He said nothing to you for a short time, until he spoke quietly, “But, then how did you come across us, on top of the canyon?”

You shrugged your shoulders, even if you couldn’t see his reaction.

“I don’t know," you quietly lingered on the thought.  You didn’t even know there was anything special on top of it!

He fell into silence again; you guessed that he was confused. For an attempted joke, you replied in sarcasm to lessen the tension.

“Maybe a magical force brought me here; it was my destiny to be lost and to find myself stranded on top of a canyon with a bunch of Pokémon!” you chuckled humorlessly.

Mewtwo muttered something to himself but you caught it anyway.

“Who the hell are you talking about?” you asked, “you better not be insulting me.”

"It is nothing for you to be concerned about,” he said.

Before you could reply, he had taken authorization to put his hand on your shoulder and force you to move in the direction he wanted.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked as you were pushed forward.

“To an old friend,” he replied.

Your voice was in shock, “You found Freedom?”

“Freedom?”

“Have you found my friend that I was searching for after getting off the bus?”

“No,” his answer lessened your hopes for finding your angel.

You soon realized, however, that by what he meant by ‘old’ friend, was the cell that you had temporarily occupied as your home.