A/N: Dedicated to a very special person... I know how much you love Mewtwo and I know that if he was real... *ahem* Anyways, here's to you and I hope you like it!

Humans, such meek little creatures…people of pure evil created on this earth to torture and execute their rules onto pokemon. That is what this female Mewtwo had thought and had believed for so long, since she was created specifically to serve at the whims of these humans. To be created as a powerful being and then her freedom that she had often wished for to be taken away from her repeatedly…how was she to continue fighting from these beings who seemed to multiply every time she blinked?

After understanding the ways of a certain human, she had still found it hard to believe that humans and pokemon could actually exist as an equal entity, as if there was no line dividing them between master and slave. How? How was such a thing possible? She was created solely to be a slave and yet humans and pokemon as equals?

The pokemon scours the sky, the wind tickling her unchanged expression as she finds a place she can call home. Home… What is home to her? She has known a lab as home, men and women dressed in white coats as what humans call 'family', but there was no home for her, no family for her except for the remnants of her DNA; Mew's DNA.

The clouds form again, swirling away from her as if they cannot be seen by her. This mutation, this monstrosity that the humans have created in her and had attempted to possess her is ruling her thoughts. The skies wish her gone, bringing strong winds her way and stormy weather stretching across the skies in which she flies just below. The pokemon that originally flew with her have now cowered away from her as if she is some poisonous beast who wishes to bring harm onto them. This is the world humans and pokemon call home? This place that rejects her life and her freedom is supposed to be her home?

The skies rain down on the female Mewtwo, pelting her with hard drops of rain, their hatred cutting her deeply. Soaked and cold and hungry and tired, the pokemon lowers herself down to a small island. She whizzes by trees, both big and small, dodging high branches and swooping above low branches. She searches for a small place away from others who are wary of her, the little pokemon who cannot understand or want to understand a lonely pokemon like her. The female Mewtwo hides under a huge boulder, giving her temporary shelter from the rainstorm that had chased her away from the skies. The cramped little hole underneath is enough to keep her safe and warm as she huddles closer to herself. Tail curling underneath her…her head lowering to her chest…legs slowly moving upward until they touch her chin… Remembering the first time she had woken up, the female Mewtwo's arms cross over her legs as if the extra limbs would protect anyone or anything from entering her already breaking heart.

The storm rages on outside and once again the female Mewtwo wonders what she is to become if her home continues to reject her and the freedom she so wishes for finally disappears with this place everyone but her calls home. Home… Is there really such a place for a pokemon like me? Underneath her sleeping eyes, a small tear invisible to the outside world escapes from the corner of her eye and travels downward. The little droplet fights against the stormy currents of the wind outside, until it can fight no longer. Accepting its fate of being ousted, the droplet is carried away and the much bigger droplets torment its small and puny existence, throwing it around and tossing it aside until it is in an unfamiliar place. Unable to keep from falling, the dying droplet plummets and splashes onto a pokémon.

"…home…" The pokemon wipes a tear away, his eyes confused. He puts the last of the droplet in his mouth, tasting the sadness and loneliness it once felt long ago. A small, playful pokemon joins his side, her eyes curious as she tilts her head to the side. Her tail flickers teasingly, the length longer than her body.

"Mew?"