Giovanni looked up when somebody knocked on his door. "Yes, come in." he said, putting down his pen and pushing his papers aside. The door opened, revealing a young woman that looked like she was barely 18, dressed in the black and red uniform of the infamous Team Rocket. Her hair was long, purple, and well cared for, and her deep brown eyes showed an intense determination from within her. She closed the door behind her and stood at attention before Giovanni's desk.

Giovanni folded his hands before him and looked at her up and down, wondering if there was some mistake. "So you are Kayla Branaghan? The special trainee I've been funding for the past year?"

Kayla bowed her head silently. Her face remained fixed, and her tone was even. "Yes, sir. I'm the one."

Giovanni stood up and paced to the front of his desk, where his pet Persian looked up at its master and purred lightly. Giovanni folded his hands behind his back and looked her up and down again. "I still find it amazing that you are the one training for this mission. You don't look the type to be a criminal."

Kayla smiled evilly. "That's why I'm never caught."

Giovanni smiled. "It's also probably why I've never heard of you prior to this mission. You look so...naive."

Kayla felt impatience set in. "Sir...may I ask why my Pokemon and I have been training against countless psychic pokemon for the past year in your gym?"

Giovanni held up a file. "This will explain it all.". He handed the young woman the file, adding "Once you're done with that, you will destroy it. Is that clear?"

Kayla bowed. "Yes, sir.". She turned and left the room, while Giovanni sat at his desk once more. He absently rubbed his Persian's head, who purred happily.

"Yes, Persian. It's time for our 'partner' to give back what is rightfully ours."

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"Mewtwo. The name strikes fear in the hearts of the extreme few who know of its existence. No other creature has inspired so much terror in human and pokemon alike. The name is feared for good reason. Out of all the pokemon alive, no other possesses so much power...even when compared to the Legendary Birds."

"The power of Mewtwo is beyond normal conception. Possessing psychic powers beyond belief, this pokemon can manipulate the forces of nature to create storms, create powerful balls of explosive energy, and even alter and control the minds of both humans and pokemon! No other creature possesses abilities of such strength...and hopefully none ever will."

"The origins of Mewtwo are shrouded in mystery. From what I've read in these files, he was created in a lab by a secret organization somehow involved with Giovanni. They had access to rare genetic material from an ancient pokemon called Mew. This pokemon, now believed to be extinct, possessed powerful psychic abilities, but was still comparable to the strongest pokemon of today's world. With that genetic material and the most advanced technology at hand, Giovanni had his scientists alter and enhance the cells to magnify the natural powers of the pokemon to unnatural levels, thus creating the ultimate weapon in Giovanni's repetoire."

"When Mewtwo awoke, something must have happened. These files don't describe it in too much detail, but it seems that Mewtwo practically destroyed Giovanni's gym when he escaped to parts unknown. It's been a year since then, and during that time, Mewtwo has remained hidden from the world, trying his best to hide himself and his super-clones from humanity."

Kayla shut the file and threw it on the desk "But now...he'll meet his destiny as a pokemon...and I, Kayla, will be the one to show him what a true Pokemon Master can do. Mewtwo...you're mine."

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Uncharted Tropical Island
Orange Island Archipelagoes
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The tropical forest, filled to the brim with life, was just waking up to the sunrise. The sky was filled with a deep amber light as the sun peaked over the horizon. The forest itself was silent, except for the few pokemon just waking up. The chirping started to wake up the other creatures inhabiting the forest...and the one sleeping in the lake in the island's center.

A pair of eyes slowly opened as the first rays of light hit the lake floor. As the light moved down its body, the fish inhabiting the lake moved out of the pokemon's path. The creature swam around, admiring the beauty one could only find underwater, before swiftly turning upward and launching from the water into the sky. Water sprayed everywhere like a geyser, startling the resident wildlife.

Mewtwo paused in mid-flight above the lake as he admired the amazing image of the tropical sunrise before him. The pokemon breathed in the morning air and felt a renewed strength. Flying to this island for a chance to relax was a good idea, Mewtwo thought, and he was glad that he could enjoy the beautiful scenery in peace.

A growl from Mewtwo's stomach told him that it was time for breakfast, so the pokemon sped through the sky over the island forest, swooping dramatically in loops around the bigger trees he passed. Finally, Mewtwo found what he was looking for... a small clearing in the forest where a patch of mango trees grew. The pokemon let his telekinetic energy disperse, and he fell gracefully to the ground with his cat-like dexterity. The pokemon already there sensed his presence, and instantly the solitary ones darted away, while those with family gathered behind the stronger parents as they ate. Mewtwo glanced sadly at them, until finally he slowly approached the tree grove. As a large Nidoqueen guarding her babies watched him warily, Mewtwo reached up and plucked a single mango from the tree. Instantly he backed off, not wanting to frighten them anymore, and floated back to the lake, landing on an outcropping next to the waterfall that fed the small body of water.

Silently, Mewtwo ate the juicy fruit, tasting the sweet flavor of the mango and savoring it. Rarely did he have a chance to eat food and actually enjoy it, since he was always busy providing for the super pokemon living on his newest island, while watching for strangers who approached the island. As their creator, Mewtwo felt a deep responsibility for their safety and security. Despite the fact that they were strong enough to live on their own, they were dependant on Mewtwo. They were pokemon, and he was their guardian...their 'trainer'.

Mewtwo finished the mango fruit, and dangled his arms lazily over the edge of the outcropping. The waterfall sprayed jets of outwash into the air, refracting the warm sunlight to make all the colors of the rainbow appear before him. The air was humid, but cool, which only enhanced Mewtwo's general feeling of relaxation. The pokemon's eyes calmly swept over the sky, glancing at the various clouds and flying pokemon that passed over the island. Down below, a group of pokemon that pretty much owned the island made use of the freshwater lake in the center that served as the water source for most of the life there. Now that Mewtwo had moved to the outcropping above, the pokemon had gathered the courage to use the lake, all the while keeping an eye on Mewtwo.

Mewtwo didn't care about their feelings toward him at the moment. He was too relaxed to worry about anything at that moment...which was the idea in the first place for coming here. After all the stress of this past year- his attempt at world domination (and the change in his heart that followed), the disaster with the Legendary Birds in Orange Island, and his constant attempts to hide his fellow super pokemon from Giovanni and his criminal organization Team Rocket- Mewtwo had been feeling horrible and weak. Being quite knowledgeable in Pokemon anatomy (thanks to the Nurse Joy he had brought to New Island some time ago), Mewtwo knew that the best way to get rid of his "illness" was to take some time to cool off.

A strange noise filled the air...something that sounded like a motor boat. Mewtwo opened his half-closed eyes to get a glimpse of what the source of the noise was. On the western beach of the island, a small motorboat had landed. Two young boys, no more than 13, hopped out of the boat and looked around the island. Both were dressed in strange outfits that sort of made them stand out. One of the boys was dressed in a style reminiscent of a popular video game character. He wore a green tunic that fell well below his waist, and wore a white pair of pants and shirt underneath it. On his head was a green hat that went down his back at the top. His hands had studded leather gloves on, like the kind archers wore to protect their hands, and a set of tan, leather boots on his feet. He also had a leather belt of the same color that encircled his waist with a pouch holding a Pokedex attached to it, along with several pokeballs, filled and empty.

The other boy was dressed like a martial artist out of some anime. He wore a black training outfit with a symbol emblazoned on the left side of the gi's chest area, and wore black boots and wrist bands. Tied around his waist was a black belt in the typical Karate fashion. In his pockets he carried a Pokedex as well, along with his pokeballs.

"...Trainers." muttered Mewtwo as he stood. "Probably heard that nobody has ever come to this island, so now they hope to make an easy catch of some rare pokemon. Let's see what they plan on doing today..." he said in a playful way. The tropical air had brought out the hidden side of Mewtwo...the one he left behind as Mew. He jumped into the air, falling to Earth and only turning on his flight powers at the last moment. The pokemon zoomed over the treeline until he was on another outcropping above the beach where the two pokemon trainers had landed. Using his acute hearing, Mewtwo listened in on their conversation.

"Well, here we are Drew." said the one with the green hat. "This island is so new that it doesn't even have a name yet...meaning there should be plenty of pokemon for us to catch."

Drew looked around the beach, trying to see what kind of pokemon inhabited the island, but to no avail. "I don't know about this Matt. It looks like there's nothing here. And even if there was, I doubt any of these will be any rarer than what's on the other islands back home."

Matt groaned. "That doesn't mean that we shouldn't at least go check it out! Even if we don't find anything worthwhile here, we can still train our pokemon. This is the perfect place to spend the day training. Nobody to bother us, and no distractions from city life."

"I guess you're right." said Drew, pulling out a pokeball marked with the same symbol as the one on his outfit. "Let's pull the boat out of the water. Then we can start looking around."

"Cool." said Matt, who was already halfway to the boat. Together they pulled the boat up the beach until it was safely away from the tide, and together they entered the tropical island in search of pokemon.

"Heeeere pokemon...." said Matt. He whistled as if he were calling his pet dog, which provoked Drew to smack the back of his head.

"What'd you do that for?!" growled Matt.

"Why do you have to be such an idiot? No pokemon in their right mind would take you seriously doing that."

{You've got that right...} thought Mewtwo as he silently floated just above them.

Matt nodded. "I'm just trying to have fun Drew! You need to relax just a little. You don't have to spend all your time training for the league."

Drew expanded one of his marked pokeballs. "Whatever." he cocked his head as if to hear something better. "I can hear a group of pokemon nearby...they're small ones. Probably Mankeys."

Matt expanded one of his pokeballs as well. "Let's get 'em then. Go Scyther!" he shouted, throwing his pokeball. From the ball appeared a well-built Scyther in front of him. The pokemon looked up at his master with an almost evil smile.

"You ready to go Drew?"

Drew frowned at the obvious immaturity of his friend, but it didn't matter at this point. The pokemon all knew they were there, so they might as well get started. He nodded. "Alright. Go Hitmonlee!". The pokeball flew to the ground, freeing a fast Hitmonlee ready for battle. The pokemon bowed to Drew, who bowed back.

Mewtwo frowned. {These guys get on my nerves...and I'm sure the Mankeys and the other pokemon don't appreciate them being here either. *sigh*...my work is never done.}. Mewtwo turned upside down, still floating above the two, and lightly tapped one of them on the shoulder.

Matt swung around. "What was that?!"

"What're you talking about?" Drew said, sneaking his way through the first of the brush.

Matt looked left and right once more. "Oh, nothing. I guess I should just relax." said Matt. No answer came. "Drew?...hey are you listening to me?" Matt ran through the brush, and found that both Drew and his Hitmonlee had disappeared.

Matt assumed a defensive position, while his Scyther leaped before him and looked around as well. "Drew, if this is a joke it isn't funny!"

{Looking for these two?}

"Who said that?! Show yourself!" yelled Matt. Drew and Hitmonlee dropped to the ground, falling in a heap before Matt. He ran to his friend and checked to make sure he was alright.

"Don't worry...they're only sleeping." said the same deep voice. Matt looked up to see a tall, purple pokemon with cat-like features float easily to the ground. He stood just over six feet, and was the most frightening thing Matt had ever seen. Scyther leaped in front of Matt and his sleeping friends and stood defiantly before Mewtwo.

"Who are you?!" said Matt.

Mewtwo smiled, but neither the boy nor his pokemon could tell. "Who I am doesn't matter. All I know is that you and your friend don't belong here."

Matt pulled out his pokedex, pointing it at Mewtwo. "Well it's obvious that you're a pokemon of some kind. Let's find out what kind you are."

The pokedex beeped as it scanned Mewtwo. /No available data./

The boy smiled evilly. "Well, well, well...looks we really did find something rare on this island. Alright then. I guess I'll just have to capture you and become famous.". His Scyther agreed, swiping his bladed hands together menacingly.

Mewtwo stood tall before the boy. "It's people like you that made me what I am today. Fight me if you want, but I warn you...you can't beat me."

Scyther growled angrily at Mewtwo, which got his attention. "You disagree?" said Mewtwo. The Scyther growled again and took a step forward.

"You talk big, but my Scyther took me to the top 8 in the Orange League last year! He's the best there is!"

Mewtwo sighed. "I came here to get away from stress, and I end up having to deal with a punk kid and his pokemon.". He rubbed his forehead as a headache started to form. "Listen, either you leave the pokemon on this island in peace, or your Scyther will be missing his wings."

"You don't scare us, right Scyther!" retorted Matt. Scyther growled in affirmation. "Scyther, Quick Attack!". Scyther zipped side to side, moving so fast that it was nothing but a green blur.

Mewtwo activated his Swift power, and instantly everything started moving in super slow motion for him. The extremely fast Scyther was now no faster than an old man to Mewtwo, which made it easy to give him and his master the shock of his life.

Scyther slashed repeatedly at his opponent, but each time Mewtwo moved out of the path of the attack. The two zipped through the air as a blur of green and purple. Trees and brush were slashed to ribbons as Scyther gave it his all, but no matter how hard it tried, it didn't have the skill that Mewtwo had.

"Scyther, Leer!" yelled Matt. Scyther froze in midair, and its eyes began to glow as it tried to stun Mewtwo.

Mewtwo smiled. "I think this game is over." he said. His eyes began to glow with bluish energy as he called on his telepathic powers. Scyther's Leer had no effect on Mewtwo's superior mind, which caught Matt off guard.

"What the...Scyther, get-" A flash of light filled the area around them, and Matt and Scyther both felt conciousness slip away.

Mewtwo returned the two unconcious pokemon to their pokeballs, and returned the balls to the boys' pockets. Silently, he picked the two up and headed towards their boat.

"Why did you help us?" said a voice from behind him. Mewtwo turned around to see a Mankey, followed by several other resident pokemon who had just witnessed the battle between Mewtwo and Scyther. Many of them there were still afraid of Mewtwo...in fact, even more so now that they had seen the kind of power he controlled. Some of them, however, weren't so sure, now that they had seen how he had defended them. Mewtwo looked around at the various pokemon, each of them waiting for his answer.

"Why?" repeated the Mankey. "You aren't one of us."

Mewtwo frowned. "Why do you say that?"

"Well...you don't look like a pokemon." said the Mankey. Although Mewtwo didn't show it, that comment probably hurt him more than anything that Scyther could have ever done to him.

"It's not that. I just understand how valuable privacy can be to someone.". Mewtwo turned and walked to the boat, where he placed the two boys inside. Placing his hands on their heads, he called on his telepathic abilities, and modified the memories of the two so that they think the island was empty. With a mental push, the boat was sent into the water and off toward the populated section of the Orange Islands.

"There...that should do it." said Mewtwo to himself. He looked up at the sky to get a feel for the weather, and saw a thick layer of clouds above the sea- perfect for flying without attracting attention. Mewtwo sighed. "I guess my vacation is over."

Mewtwo again called on his special abilities, causing an aura of blue psychic energy to surround him. Sand sprayed in all directions as he levitated into the air. When he felt comfortable, Mewtwo launched into the air, zooming through the white clouds at high speed, looking over his shoulder at the beautiful paradise he had to leave behind.

On the beach, the same Mankey watched him fly away. "Thank you, kind stranger." he said before running back into the forest.

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Kayla watched as the figure surrounded by blue light launched into the skies, leaving the island behind. From her unmarked seaplane, she watched as Mewtwo flew north at a pace that would be difficult to keep up with.

"Well girls, looks like your noses were right on." she said, smiling down at two pokeballs in her hand. "I know you're ready to show that thing what you're made of, but we have to be patient. Giovanni gave us a mission...and for now we have to do it his way. As the old saying goes...'Business before pleasure'."

Kayla geared up the seaplane and flew in the same direction as Mewtwo, thinking all the while how fun it would be to capture Mewtwo, and show that pokemon how to respect its master.