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My Dear Psychic (Reader x Mewtwo) Ch.5

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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 5

Your surroundings changed as quickly as a blink of your eyes. You were in an empty and open field without civilization for miles.

It was very... peaceful.

"If you wish to train well, it is best to do so in a quiet environment," Mewtwo suggested. You forgot he was even there.

You were swift to turn and look at him, almost forgetting why you were there. You became soothed by the surroundings. The constant noise levels of your town were exhausting and irritating.

"Do you come here often?" you inquired.

He nodded his head and muttered, "My reasons should be self explanatory by now."

You made a quiet chuckle, remembering how his mother was. It was entertaining to watch them banter. You couldn't imagine him accomplishing anything with her hovering over him like the nag she was.

Mewtwo took a few steps away from you, and gave you a small glance of acknowledgement before finding a place to stand.

"I want you to attack me," he stated.

"W-what?" you were baffled. You waved your arms around nervously. "You can't be serious!"

"Very," was his response. "I need to know what I'll be dealing with, so then I know where to start."

You looked towards him, and recalled seeing him stand poised like that the first time you saw him. Your heartbeat started to pick up, and you nervously looked towards your own hands.

"Why would I hurt you?" you muttered softly. "I can't even stand to be a trainer, and you expect me to blindly harm someone I just met? Someone who has never wronged me?"

"You need to learn how to defend yourself," he spoke sharply.

You jolted over his piercing words. He was serious, and his gaze was similar to the one he gave to the psychic creature, Deoxys.

"Do I need to approach you in order to threaten you?" he calmly stated. He was slowly walking forward, with an intimidating stare. He flexed and cracked his fists before coming closer.

You held your hands up, shielding your body passively with a pleading look upon your face, "I don't want to hurt you!"

"But what if I want to hurt you?" he repeated your answer, and his feet casually and quietly approached.

You didn't think he would actually want to fight you in order to train you. It was wrong... fighting was wrong.

"Please don't," you whispered. Mewtwo's glare remained on his face as you became his target of choice. You recalled the frightened look on Deoxys. Yet, you didn't want to fear Mewtwo.

You quickly fell to your knees and tears poured from your face. You placed your hands down.

"I'm not a fighter," you begged. "I hate fighting, and giving pain."

"That is all the world will have to offer you," Mewtwo stated. "Fighting is part of living, and pain is part of experiencing that life."

He became eye level when he bent his legs and lowered his height. His glare softened momentarily with a thoughtful expression.

"We must overcome our fear of receiving and giving pain. Do you not believe that your life is worth fighting for? Without the drive to succeed, failure will be the result... and how will that be any better than death?" Mewtwo asked.

You blinked your tears out of your eyes, and quickly tried to dry them with your arm. "I guess I do feel like my life is worth fighting for. I just don't want to hurt others... or you."

Mewtwo made a scoff before grabbing your arm and pulling you back up on your feet. He wasn't gentle about it.

You grunted from his rough grasp and his quick jerking motion to lift you up.

He pointed to his face, with a small smirk, "I'll give you one free shot. Take as much time as needed. I want you to punch me."

"I'm really not interested in bruising your face. I'll feel guilty about it!" you complained.

"You shouldn't fret about it," Mewtwo stated. "I'll deliver the same amount of pain you inflict on me. We'll be even. No hard feelings."

You felt like you should punish yourself if you harmed Mewtwo, but you thought it sounded reasonable when he made his offer.

With uncertainty, you stared at your clenched fist, and then looked back towards him. Your fist was shaking, as you were trying to stop yourself, questioning Mewtwo's reasoning.

Even when your tears poured from your face, you closed your eyes and aimed, before smashing your fist into his face.

Your vision was blurry, and you felt your sinuses clogging your nose from your anxious state. You withdrew your hand and cradled it.

"Damn! That hurt!" you complained, and rubbed your hand quickly.

You blinked your eyes a few times, before carefully focusing on Mewtwo, "Are you okay...? I'm sorry that I hit you..."

You were too focused on Mewtwo's well-being, that you didn't notice how he had taken a free shot to your face as well. You were knocked off your feet from the blow, and the shock made you lose your breath.

You laid on the ground, breathing heavily and startled by the sudden pain to your face, you groaned and rubbed the swollen area on your cheek.

"How did it feel?" Mewtwo asked.

You laid on the ground for a moment, experiencing the pain. Despite how breathless you were, and how quickly your heart raced, you managed to gasp out a few words.

"It... makes me... feel alive," you said slowly.

"Do you realize now why trainers and Pokemon experience battles? It can be... revitalizing, to have competition, to feel challenged to get stronger. Despite your attitude about the world, you must accept the fact that fighting is a basic survival instinct. Channeling that drive to overcome obstacles is part of living," he explained.

You looked at his face, and noticed your fist didn't even leave a mark.

"How did it feel when I punched you?" you asked.

"Pitiful, and it tickled. I wasn't sure if you were trying to pet me with your fist," Mewtwo said with a smile.

You grunted before shakily getting up, "I didn't hit you that hard! You knocked me off my feet!"

"That was the most gentle punch I have ever given. You should be fine. I didn't knock your innards out, did I?" Mewtwo inquired.

You were quick to grab your sides and shuddered. The imagery was already in your head. 

"Would you like to try again?" Mewtwo asked. He took a few steps back.

"I'm not going to punch you again," you stated, still rubbing your cheek.

"Try to use your psychic abilities then," he remarked. His tail rested on the ground, as if he became bored.

"I have no idea how to use them," you complained.

"Try," was his statement.

You grumbled in annoyance, and closed your eyes, trying to remember when you cast that psychic barrier when Steelix hit you. There was some sort of warm, comforting sensation you had before it happened.

Mewtwo looked focused on you, as he crossed his arms and intently stared in your direction.

He said nothing, before charging towards you. His hand was up, with his psychic energy clustering into a ball. His eyes streaked a blue hued color.

You yelped in surprise, and you quickly placed your hands up over your head. Your head felt dizzy, and a hot sensation tingled your nerves.

Mewtwo's charged attack was released from his hand, and aimed towards you.

You heard a loud noise that sounded like a vacuum, but it was Mewtwo's energy attack. A large barrier was shielding you, and his attack was quickly being absorbed.

"What the hell?" Mewtwo said in surprise.

The shield vibrated with the new energy, shifting in a different color to match Mewtwo's attack.

"I understand," Mewtwo muttered, and looked at you in amusement.

"W-what do you understand?" you stuttered in confusion, and held your arms close to your chest.

"I see how you escaped uninjured," Mewtwo said. "You don't give yourself enough credit. You're terrible at offence, but you're great at protecting yourself with an absorbing barrier. Normally, a weak ass barrier will deflect attacks and shatter afterwards. I actually strengthened your defense just now."

"Really?" you stated angrily. "You tried to hurt me!"

"You protected yourself out of reflex. Unconsciously, you tapped into that little bit of psychic power you somehow managed to possess." He stated this with his fingers closer together to taunt how small your energy was.

"Not funny," you growled.

"I'm surprised you didn't use that barrier when I punched you. You must have trusted me if you didn't rig one up for the physical hit," he said.

"Of course I trusted you! You never gave me a reason not too!" you said angrily.

"You should never be quick to trust," Mewtwo said wisely.

"I trusted you enough to take your hand," you muttered. "I didn't know what I was getting into. I believed your mom when she said we're alike. As cautious and quick to anger as you are, I'm surprised we've just met!"

"I'm not quick to anger," Mewtwo grumbled. "I'm just cautious."

"You didn't give me any warning! You're a bit angry at me for punching you! Just admit it!" you accused.

"I have no grudge against you. I'm simply taking an easy on you. Trust needs to be earned, and you're giving trust to me a bit too easily. I think you need to toughen yourself up. The most you can do is protect yourself whenever you're startled," he said.

"Can we... take a break?" you asked sweetly.

Mewtwo thought for a moment, "Well, your kind manners from earlier should be rewarded. I'll grant you rest."

You should probably keep up the facade from earlier. Perhaps it helped you more than you realized.
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
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I feel like in this chapter you can really see the difference between this Reader and the Reader from "Chains Of The Black Specter." I also feel like there's a different type of dynamic with Mewtwo and the reader. So far it seems calm between both characters. You can also tell in the beginning of the story that the reader didn't have a clear motive, which is noticeably different from "Chains Of The Black Specter."

You did a great job at setting up the story and the world. It's a a slower pace I think, which gives the reader some time to "soak in" the world the reader is in. So it's not like a dumping ice water on the reader like "here's the world now you shall face a lot of action all at once!" i like how there's politics in the world. There's the "realism" part of the insert.

Mew is amazing! I can totally see Mew getting mad at wrong interpretations of her. She's going be fun. It's nice to see the little mother-son tension dynamic that's growing there. Vardea is definitely going to bring some nice elements to the story.

Overall I think this story is going great so far! I can't wait to see what's going to happen.