#the timeline between the kids are pure guesswork

[flyingseacow]

Hey @xxtc-96xx ?

I found myself pondering the existence of Stripe, and the mental stage Scarfy would have to reach and uh.

I wrote you a fic? Hope you like it?

Stripes

It had been nice.

Mewtwo lazily floated along the edge of the forest, casually noting how the jungle was lining the steppe, lines of trees breaking into the yellow grass like green stripes.

It was rare that they all came together, sure they often ran into each other, or sought out company when they felt it. But a full meeting with all of Mew’s descendants together was quite uncommon now a days.

Their number had grown so much, now able to fill a hidden glade with color and movement.

The twins were getting so big, it wouldn’t be long before they would set out on their own. He would likely get more visits from his sister as the “nest” became empty. Or perhaps she would seek out Pigment, Stain was still enough of a youngster that he might soothe the heart of a successful mother. Perhaps he could join the three for a time as well. It wasn’t because he felt lonely himself, not at all. But after the brief meeting he had to admit it had been nice to be around his kind, regardless, or perhaps exactly because of the chaos the young ones induced.

Huh, what an odd thought.

A flash of red caught his attention. Cheri berries sparkled between green leaves.

Mewtwo gently descended.

Ah yes, sweet Cheri, Huey was rightfully proud of the rascal, even if the youngsters colorization did feel like a cosmic joke.  

Mewtwo felt himself chuckle slightly at the age-old joke, using his scarf as a temporarily bag  as he plucked several ripe berries, gently striped in color from the different levels of sunlight received. He was long past the days were Mew, well intended if rather disturbingly, had constantly nagged him about eating enough. Sure he still had lapses, eating was easily forgotten when focused on a new project or thought experiment, but the last time was at least…huh, half a decade ago?

How peculiar, he thought. Though, loath as he was to admit it, Mew had been right all those years ago (as well as his sister, not that he would ever admit it to her face) He really did feel much stronger, more centered and even troublesome memories was less harsh.

He snorted slightly to himself and set of, making sure the new weight was secure against his chest. For a moment memory, pleasant ones, assaulted him. The weight of a small squirming body settling against him, a separate heartbeat slowly syncing with his own.

Mewtwo found himself closing his eyes, some of the memories was fairly recent. Stain was such a fuzzy child, but even he could not deny the security of the warm and snug fabric. Of course, he was too big for it now, and Mewtwo found himself strangely missing the sensation.

How silly.

Right now he really should be more focused on finding a new place to enjoy his lunch, and he carefully scanned the treetops as he veered away form the steppe and directly into the jungle.

There.

A slight gab between the canopy, revealing a grass covered glade.

He landed, and found a nice grassy knoll as a temporary seat. The berries were slightly warm from the sun and his own heat, their juices prickling pleasantly against his tongue.

The glade had a beautiful bloom of flowers, all stretching out for the sunlight available, the tops of the trees filtering the light in flickering stripes of light, and Mewtwo was quite pleased with his choice of resting spot. So many colors, so many shapes and scents. Even after centuries the world still presented him with new beauty and color.

One particular bloom was quite spectacular, its diameter larger than his fist, the tips of the petals a rich purple, fading in small stripes to a more gentle lavender towards the middle where soft yellow stamens rose, their pollen delicately clinging to the stalks.

He found himself contemplating it, internally marking the spot on his inner map. Huey would be glad to be show it. Even as a small kit he had been so delighted with the colors of the world. So silly, such a tremendous change in his life, the very idea of their kind actually being able to reproduce, as well as so many other revelations.

Mewtwo rested his chin in his paw, still watching the flower. It was strange, how he could now look back to those chaotic, painful and wonderful days with only an occasional sting of emotional pain.

He had regrets, sure, but also so many pleasant memories. The children in particular, so baffling, so infuriating, so wonderful.

He closed his eyes, gently allowing himself to study a thought he has been carefully cultivating, so cautious, so wary as it was one of the few that still brought pain.

Pigment had changed his life, in so many ways. And it could have gone so wrong, he had initially made such mistakes. And only now, years and years later, did he truly allow himself to wonder. How would it have been, if he had accepted her as a daughter from the very beginning?

He knew it never would have happened, quite honestly he had been such a volatile pokemon back then that it was a wonder Pigment had turned out as well as she had. It was merely a thought experiment, and not one he turned to very often.

Perhaps he really would seek her out for the time. Why not? Loath as he was to admit it, right now he did feel a need for company.

Carefully he rose, taking a moment to gently savour the scent of the purple flower, its fine floral tones rising in the air along with small yellow specs of pollen.

As he ascended above the trees he carefully cast out his mental senses, trying to pinpoint Pig’s distinct psychic presence. Finding a direction, he set of with a casual speed. Even if had only been a few days it would be quite nice to be around her again.

Mewtwo had only flown a few hours when he noticed a strange tingling feeling in his lover abdomen.

Darn it, he really hoped those cheri had not been bad, or that it heralded something worse than that.