The fire had calmed down to a comfortable glow, dimly illuminating the chamber from it's home in the fireplace. Although, "chamber" may not be proper terminology for this environment. It was more like a lavish bedroom, a suite even.
The room's most notable feature was it's shape, however. A curved rectangle, or a fourth of a circle. At the center of the longer wall, two large red curtains were parted to allow vision through a gigantic, ceiling high window taking up an easy third of the wall space, and displaying the dazzling night sky and desert landscape below. Wherever this was, it was high up.
To the left of the room was another notable feature; about two meters from the window and until the wall was all on a raised platform, complete with a small set of stairs to permit easy access. Sitting atop it was a large, lavish looking curtained bed. Candles of all sizes and colors were arranged in an orderly fashion on a nightstand by the bed. At the end opposite to the bed was a door to a private bathroom.
At the right end of the room (this one at normal level), almost the entirety of the wall was lined with tall, imposing bookcases. Filled to the brim with thick, scholarly texts and expensive looking knick-knacks. Back to the longer wall in a corner sat a small white table, an ornate tea-set situated atop it. Chairs were stacked in front awaiting use.
Which brings us back to the fireplace. A truly marvelous structure. Large and powerful, unlike the dull flame within. And the rooms final feature; a chair. A large, red armchair. Sitting in front of the flame, with a large hole tailored into it's back at the seat, to allow a long, thick, purple tail to fit through and rest comfortably on the floor in a curve…
A pair of violet irises, usually tense and intimidating, stared calmly at the pages o a book as a three fingered hand turned it's pages, slowly and meticulously.
While it would take a human days to reach this point, Mewtwo's enhanced mind allowed him to reach the halfway point of such a thick book within only a few hours. He was enjoying a good read, when-
"HEY MEWTWO!" Startled, Mewtwo's psychic had nearly dropped the book out of the air as he quickly averted his gaze to the window, where he saw Mew's reflection hovering in the door. A ridiculous smile stretched over hi face, just like eighty percent of any other time. Without even asking to enter, Mew darted into the room, barely missing the fireplace as he swerved and ended up a mere foot from Mewtwo's pestered face. "This place is AWESOME!" The small pink feline did a flip in midair to accentuate his cheerfulness. Mewtwo simply sat, took the book from in front of him, closed it and sat it in his lap.
"Well," The larger, more intelligent one began, :"I'm glad you like our new home." Mewtwo looked back up at Mew, making sure he was paying attention, "How are the others settling in?" Mew just kept smiling'
"The clones are all nice and comfy!" Mewtwo eased up a bit, it was good to here that everyone was comfortable. "You should see MY room! It looks just like yours!" Mew blabbed on. Mewtwo shot him a slight gawk,
"Yes, Mew… I've been to all the rooms. They all are the same."
"Isn't it solo cool?! It's kinda boring, though… I can't wait for Him to help me redo it!" Mewtwo tensed up again, crossing his legs and leaning back into the chair, his tail slowly swishing behind him'
"You mean Yamada-san…" Mewtwo said warily.
"Yeah!" Mew continued, "Toko-kun!"
"Well, speak of the devil!" A third voice intruded from behind. Mewtwo leaned forward enough to turn around in his seat to glare at the door, Mew simply stared vaguely as he often would.
This one was human, looking to be an older teen. Wearing a classy white suite, missing the tie and the jacket sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His skin was slightly pale looking, and his long blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail. A pair of inquisitive emerald eyes sat behind a pair of round sunglasses. But the most obvious feature was the smile… large and almost unnerving. It was broad, and between two very thin lips.
This was Yamada Toko; proud owner of 'Atlas City'.
Toko's hands were in his pockets as he walked casually in, followed by a pair of two pokemon, a sly looking zororark (who by the way, seemed to be a little heftier in the waist then normal), and a Lucario. Who, unlike the rest of his species, was covered in a coat of beautiful golden fur. What most referred to as being 'shiny', and rather then the thin, rail like arms they were known for, he packed some relatively large biceps.
"How are you guys doing?" Toko continued. "Is everything to your liking?"
"Are we allowed to restyle rooms?" Mew asked, getting straight to the point. Toko seemed taken back for a moment, but then resumed his smile,
"Of course!" He responded with enthusiasm to rival Mew's norm, "Just let me know what you have in mind later! I was hoping you'd all like the style, as I designed the interior myself…" Mewtwo looked around, the light pouring in from the hallway was enough to illuminate the room enough to see most of it; the carpet was soft and whit, and the walls were a salmon color. While Mewtwo wasn't exactly sure of this guy 100%, he had to admit he had some taste… "Anyway, Mew-kun, why don't you go and see if any others would like some redecoration? I'd like to have a word with Mewtwo-san."
"'Kay!" was all Mew said before darting out of the room. Toko's smile shrank into a more relaxed position as he watched Mew make an exit.
"Cute kid." The zororark said musingly.
"Mew is not a child." Mewtwo corrected Him, "He simply acts like one." Toko chuckled a bit.
"Anyway…" the human began, "I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you're comfortable…"
"I've no complaints." Mewtwo said plainly, turning back in his chair to face the fireplace. Toko began again,
"And also to ensure that you are at peace with our agreement?" Ah, yes. Something I'm sure most of you are pondering, what Mew and Mewtwo are doing out of hiding? Allow me to explain; the original plane was for Mew and Mewtwo to settle on an uninhabited island with the clones to carry on with their lives. But when that uninhabited island suddenly began to grow, well, inhabited, they were forced to leave. Unfortunately however, the same scenario seemed to happen no matter where they fled. People showed up, Building towns and ruining Mewtwo's 'homes'. That was when Toko came in…
Somehow able to avoid Mewtwo's detection (most likely due to his own fatigue, is what was decided.), Toko just showed up one day. Right in front of everyone. And what's stranger, He wasn't alarmed in the slightest. Amused, if anything. Before Mewtwo bolted, it was Mew who suggested hearing him out. And so, the agreement was…
"I give you food, shelter, and a place to hide and in return you allow me to study you. And your clones." Mewtwo shifted somewhat at hearing it again,
"Yes, you explained everything to me. So long as no harm comes to us, you are permitted to investigate anything you'd like." Toko's smile grew once more,
"Excellent. Oh, and I'd also like to introduce some of your new housemates." Mewtwo turned around again, this time cocking an eyebrow. These two pokemon he had with him? "The Lucario prefers to be called simply Lucario." Lucario nodded in conferment. "And the zororark is called Schlauf." Schlauf smiled wryly, a devilish look in his icy blue eyes, which almost seemed aglow in the relative darkness. A feature in which Mewtwo had just noticed, and had taken slight discomfort in. "These two, among others, have been close friends of mine for many years." Toko chuckled a bit, "They like to pretend that they dislike each other sometimes, but I still think they'll be best friends someday!" Both Lucario's and Schlauf's face suddenly turned ghastly as they looked at Toko standing between them.
"AS IF!" Schlauf protested.
"I highly doubt that, Toko…" Lucario seemed less then pleased. Toko just laughed a some more,
"Calm down, you two! I was just baiting." Mewtwo's eyes went wide. What just happened? Did Toko-san just… communicate… with pokemon?! Toko looked back at Mewtwo, beginning to calm down from his own joke. Mewtwo's eyes narrowed; something was off… He'd noticed it before, but even for an exceptional psychic like himself had some difficulty sensing Toko's presence, and add the whole talking-to-pokemon-thing and things got weird… "What's with the shoddy look?" Toko asked, still smiling, "Oh, I get it. I understand that being able to speak to pokemon isn't something most people can do." Toko removed his hands from his pockets and put them in front of himself in a defensive position. "But I assure you; everything is fine. In fact, it's actually not that hard." Toko turned around, as if to leave. "That is, if you're just willing to listen." Mewtwo's eyes shifted again, this time into an expression of frustration. 'Willing to listen?' What could Toko mean by that?
Toko started off towards the door. Schlauf and Lucario went on ahead and left the room. Toko stayed behind to say one last thing;
"Oh, how rude of me! You've been here all day and haven't been offered a thing o eat!" By now Mewtwo's expression was the same one he had when dealing with Mew most of the time. Almost to say; 'seriously?'. "Why don't you head on down to the dining hall, I'll gather the others and join all of you for dinner."
"All of you?" Mewtwo inquired.
"Indeed. There are still many more pokemon for you to meet. See you downstairs." And with that, Toko was off. Mewtwo couldn't really say that he trusted Toko all too much, but then again he didn't have much of a choice, either… What with the clones and Mew and Himself needing a place to stay, at least for the time being he'd have to be wary. A small rumble emanated from Mewtwo's stomach, as if on queue. He was getting a bit peckish… dinner didn't sound like too bad of an idea. He leaned forward onto his feet and pulled his tail free. He set the book down on the floor and proceeded to the hallway, circular in nature, to accommodate the other three rooms on the floor. There was an elevator somewhere along it. All he had to do was walk along until he spotted it.
The one thing he hadn't been able to sense, however, was Toko hiding around the bend. Peering over to ensure that Mewtwo was gone, he sneaked into Mewtwo's bedroom… He approached the chair that He had been sitting in, and picked up the book off of the ground to examine it's cover. That same smile crept back onto his face; it was an old children's tale, One of Toko's favorites, too. About a boy and an Arcanine. A charming tale, really. He looked back to the doorframe, as if Mewtwo was still standing there.
"Oh, I can tell we'll get along swimmingly."


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So i started a fanfic about pokemon... 'cuz i felt like it. But yes, there will be weight gain, maybe some muscle, probably inflation. And plot development.

pokemon is © nintendo.

I wanna do my requests... but I'm too lazy to draw right now (-_-)