My Dear Psychic (Reader x Mewtwo) Ch.7

Summary: With the world filled with extreme violence and organized terrorism, an outcry has been reached. The world needed to change, but there needed to be diplomats that could understand and walk both worlds. Psychics, the ambassadors of humanity and Pokemon, were few in the Pokemon species and even more rare in humankind. They were the unwilling participates to a deadly political game, one that you would be forced to dance with in the arms of the mysterious psychic, Mewtwo. Reader x Mewtwo


Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon; it belongs to Nintendo.  This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only.

Warning: Drama, with lots of tension... (The hormones kind.)

This fanfiction made by Mayplefly.


Chapter 7


It was in your best interest to get away from the 'psychic crusaders.' Mew was obviously unhappy with your antagonism towards her son due to his training style. You felt it would be better to try Deoxys' teaching methods.

Mew needed to cool off. Too bad you couldn't help Deoxys. 

You were not prevented from leaving. There was also no way you would head back to the local hospital after running into Vardae. She was crazy.

When you reached your house, you noticed the road was finally getting worked on. How long were you away?

You took the shortcut to your house. Burny waited eagerly for your return. At least she had a doggy door and lots of food left out for her.

Burny was howling after noticing you. She raced towards you and tackled you to the ground. Her tongue was quick to salivate your face.

"Stop, Burny!" you cried out. 

You even saw your concerned family standing outside of your home. Karry Evergold was also present.

Your mother gave you a calm wave and your father yelled after seeing you.

"We were so worried about you!" he yelled next to your ear.

You winced in pain before rubbing your ringing ears. He really was a loudmouth.

"Karry hasn't seen you for a couple of days. That crazy Steelix incident was all over the news. Where have you been?" your mother asked.

She had her arms crossed with the typical all-knowing mother glare. You could have sworn she looked like Mew for a moment with that look. You've seen enough motherly attention from that crazy psychic pink cat.

"I've been keeping busy. I do have a life, you know," you stated. You crossed your arms the same way. Your father let you go and gave his wife and you some space to converse. An intense showdown with your mother should have been illegal. It was almost close enough to a Pokemon battle.

"I'm just worried about you, (Name)," your mother uncrossed her arms and place a palm against your forehead. "Are you ill or something? I couldn't believe you became a trainer! Imagine my surprise to see a Growlithe running around your house!"

You didn't speak with your parents much. They knew of your extreme dislike of trainers, and how you swore to never become one.

"I'm not a trainer!" you growled. Burny rubbed up against your leg, leaving a trail of golden fur to cling to your pants.

An amused look crossed your mother's face. She pointed to the happy dog next to your leg.

"That obviously isn't a Pokemon. It's some random decoration. My daughter would never become a trainer. The world is against her!" she nagged.

Your father rubbed your hair, messing it up even more. "Honey, you look like shit."

He noticed the swelling bruise on your face, and you slapped his hand away when he looked at it.

"I don't need to be questioned! I'm heading back inside my house if you don't mind!" you growled angrily.

"Did you get in a fight with someone?" your father asked.

You shook your head, "No."

"Are you dealing with bullies?" your mother inquired.

"NO!" you yelled.

"We're just worried about you. The main road to your house has been ripped apart! There is a lot of property damage around here, and we know about your brooding ways," your mother stated.

They didn't understand you. All they did was tease you for how you thought, and they were as typical as any other Pokemon slave owner.

"I don't care how torn up the road is. It'll get fixed like anything else! I really don't want to be bothered!" you complained.

You made a step towards your home, and Karry was quick to place a firm hand on your shoulder, "They're just worried about your well-being. Parents will always see their grown children as small kids."

You shrugged off her hand and gave a firm glare, "I'm not a child. I also don't want company. Just leave."

Coldly, you brushed off your parents and your family's friend and headed towards your door. Concern danced on their faces when you beckoned for Burny to follow.

You slammed the door in their faces after Burny came through. Sliding to the floor, you felt tears run down your face.

"I'm not a trainer... I'm not a trainer..." you whispered quietly.

You felt like the world was returning to before, where you felt no sense of importance in your life. When the world was filled of suffering and battling without reason. You weren't a Pokemon trainer...

You remembered when you started to smile, having done so very little in your life. You understood exactly what Mewtwo was going through by having such an overburdening parent. Perhaps you were being too cold to him, despite his first training session with you.

You felt distant most of your life, yet holding Burny for the first time made your heart melt slowly. A fire type Pokemon was very comforting... The suffering that such a young creature went through made you proactive. Normally, you kept the affairs of the world away and preferred to live in a bubble of ignorance. You couldn't stand to allow a repeat process happen to Burny. She was pretty happy with you.

Why were you so comfortable with the psychics? Even when you first met Deoxys, he was quick to read your mind like an open book, spilling out your secrets and picking at your weaknesses. He left a strong impression on you.

Even Mewtwo, with his piercing gaze and fascinating personality, made you have mixed feeling of comfort and discomfort. Why did taking his hand leave your mind wondering, and your heart racing from anxiety?

You had little to contemplate on Meloetta, having only seen her shortly.

Vardae would be amusing to annoy. Seeing her throw a fit made your day.

You realized that the more you see the psychics, the less you want to come home...

Your family didn't bother you much, seeing as you hated their attention and preferred to be left alone. You were an adult, and you didn't need them teasing you for your personal beliefs.

Standing back up and taking a deep breath, you went to grab food for Burny. She made some messes around the house, but you didn't mind. As long as she was happy, you were fine with cleaning up after her.

Why couldn't you stop thinking about your hand being held by that grumpy psychic feline? Or, when Deoxys was offering you comfort, and tried to understand you?

Why did you so desperately want to understand what Deoxys meant by the psychics offering you kinship?

You've never had anything in common with your family. They were everything that you weren't. 

There was something appealing about the 'psychic crusaders.' They were independent and powerful. They offered you a chance to escape from your dull life, but could you handle the pressure? You were quick to crumble under your first lesson with Mewtwo. His training methods were considered too brutal by Deoxys.

You really wanted to escape your reality and feel accomplished, disappear if you must. What did this life have to offer you in return? It felt like a mistake to have left the church.

You wanted the psychics to be in your life. They were revitalizing you, and the world was changing. Your smiles were supposed to stay, and they did when you were with them.

If everything you had would be taken away, as long as they gave you the chance... you wouldn't care. You were ready to ditch the life you had in order to be with them. Some kind of uneasiness would bubble up when you thought about it, the possibility of change and disappointment in your future.

It was getting harder to want to be here.

You would prefer to sleep on your racing thoughts, and be refreshed to consider your options. Your family couldn't know. The psychics didn't want outsiders.

...Outsiders?

Were you becoming that invested in them? You started to separate yourself from the rest of humanity? You wanted to have a new family... and Deoxys offered it to you.

Deoxys was constantly in your mind, and how he was concerned for your well-being. Why did he care so much? No one else tried to get you, but with the psychic abilities, all your frustrations and beliefs could be shared, unspoken. That link the psychics shared, which brought them closer together for a united goal... it was fascinating. 

You felt bad for not helping him when Mew was upset, but you didn't know how to handle it. Mew was crazy.

You didn't care what your parents thought, or Karry, or even that Zamal guy. You wanted to get away.

Burny came up to you, wanting more attention. You picked up the Growlithe with a small smile on your face.

You went to your bed to fall asleep, and held Burny for warmth.