Everyone Falls Sometimes (Mewtwo x Mew)

Hate Shines

     Mew felt flustered, lost in the midst of realization. Was she really a hero for saving the people, humanity, who were unable to fight for themselves. It seemed that with every passing second, Mew found herself more and more confused by the reactions of the Legendary around her.

     "We have much greater things to worry about... We don't have time for your stories Mew!" Latios zoomed around the realm, frantically thinking and pacing around the realm. Mew sighed, feeling a bit hurt.

     "Oh Mew, stop your nonsense! Oh Mew, we have such greater things to worry about! Oh Mew, Blah blah blah!" Mew flew out of the room, passing other Legendary and angrily storming away. Some casted an eye to her, and some didn't even acknowledge her. She ignored both categories and flew out of the realm. Never had she felt so unappreciated, ignored, alone...

      She sniffled once, outside and clenching her fists. 'What's going on that could be so important... Huh? Are my actions seriously not acknowledged to the point where they find it as an annoyance?' All these thoughts were dragging her down, and she found herself wanting to talk with her Uncle Mew, wanting to ask him how he felt about everything. 'He'll appreciate me... I know it,' She gave herself motivation, wiping her face and levitating off the ground. Of course since she had yet to learn how to teleport, she took a slow flight towards his special cave, which she had been to enough times to map out entirely.

    She took foot into the well hidden cave, glow stones and lanterns lighting up as she levitated. The setup was a lot like Mewtwo's actually... And with this thought alone she sort if wanted to see him again, too.

     "Uncle Mew?" She knocked on the door softly. She waited patiently, her ear to the door in order to hear footsteps or movement inside. Although, she heard nothing, the door knob not making a twist at all either.

     She knocked again, this time a bit louder. "Uncle Mew... Hello?" She waited again, but after several seconds of no movement or openings, she assumed no one was coming.

     "This is an emergency..." She crafted a needle in one hand, and started to pitch-lock the tight, complex lock. She slowly twisted and prodded the needle, the nob of the door slowly turning with every lash of the pretend key.

     She twisted the needle swiftly, and the door made a large 'click'. Mew then tried the nob again, and the door swung open. Immediately she looked to the couch, the table, but no Uncle Mew. "He... Never leaves his house..." She walked in and looked a bit more, checking bathrooms and bedrooms, but the same result.

    "He'll show up sooner or later.. I know it," She kept motivating herself, going to his fridge and getting out the gallon of milk. She got a small glass and filled it to the top, then guzzled down the delicious liquid. She just adored the creamy taste so much, the way it just ran down your throat; leaving chills in its trail. Mew slammed the glass down, anxiously staring at the entrance to the empty House.

    "Please... Come back!" She felt so lost, tears running down her face for reasons that even she couldn't explain. She wanted someone to understand though, and it was tearing her apart. Just at the brink of Mew's unexplained sadness, the much wiser, older pokemon opened the doors. Mew wiped her eyes, looking up to the older Mew.

    "Dear... What's the matter?" Mew shook her head, blinking her red eyes and practically charging into him. Uncle Mew watched as Mew cried into his stomach, her wet tears drizzling off him and onto the wooden, brown floors.

    "I-I... M-missed you.." Her voice was shaky, rattly. She then knew what was wrong... She needed someone who she could talk to, someone who really appreciated her. She wanted comfort perhaps... For this feeling she felt was amazing.