Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, or any characters, places, or organizations therein. They are owned by Nintendo of America. I will mention my original characters and anything else of note as they appear.

Author’s Note: This is my first fic (finally!), so bear with me for a while if this starts getting weird. I’m going to be using a few things out of the of the context of the game, but I’m trying to be loyal to the show, which is what this thing is based on, so I think it’s okay (although the things I mean only appear in the game, but that only means that they’re open for show interpretation, right?). If I’ve made any errors along that line, or you have any other comments, questions or requests, drop me a line at cherryroger@earthlink.net.

Now, without further adieu...

Awakening
Prologue to “Kanto Mew Mew”

by YamiCherryPit2003

My office spreads out before me, created to combine form with function, and so far it’s done so admirably. Right now, however, it isn’t enough to keep me happy. My pet Persian, Kenshin, is taking a nap downtown at my house, and I lack moral support for this unpleasant business. I look at the two teenagers standing across my desk, trying to appear impassive but cringing ever so slightly. “Well? What have you got to say for yourself?” I’m not exactly shouting here, but the blue-haired boy and blond girl flinch nevertheless. I’m an intimidating person. Is that so wrong?
David Newman, better known as Butch, and Cassidy Vale struggle for words for a moment. I wait until Cassidy opens her mouth, then break in. “How many times have I had to bail you out from jail in the past couple of years? I can hardly remember how you two became Captains in the first place. I’ve waited to do this for far too long!”
“To do what?” Newman sneers. “Bust us back down to Rookie like those morons Jessie and James?”
“They were once Captains too, dear,” Cassidy mutters worriedly. “When the Boss gets angry, anything is possible.”
“But none of this has been our fault!” Butch mutters back.
“You can’t very well say that it’s not your fault, seeing as how it’s been your plans that have failed!” I break in, startling the partners and not bothering to correct them as to Jessica Miyamoto and James Halen’s fate- their dues and expired ID cards built up so that the computers simply wrote them off and they had to rejoin as Rookies. God, life is funny sometimes! “Although, it is true that only after contact with a certain party has many a career... short-circuited.” I can’t help giggle as rage fills the two faces opposite me, although I can’t blame them. When I review botched jobs, a smudgy-faced boy and an electric mouse pop up like a plague. A plague that has infected the media ever since Ashton Ketchum won the Hoenn League competition last month. Not just low-level bunglers, either- by all accounts, he was there when Erik’s evolution ray project was destroyed, throwing substantial suspicion on him and all of Silph Enterprises, the beautiful scientific research company behind which the main Team Rocket branch operates. The fact that I, Jason Caligula Giovanni, Silph’s illustrious CEO, have repeatedly bailed known criminals out of jail, doesn’t help matters- otherwise, I would have bailed Carl Tyson and his squad by now. “Certainly Miyamoto and Halen’s downward spiral only began after they began this misguided Pikachu vendetta. It seems to me that your records might all improve if you avoided this problem- and stopped this ridiculous infighting.”
“What are you talking about?” Cassidy inquires.
The bad part is over. Now I just spring Plan A on these funny fellows. “You will get together with Jessica and James- they are currently on an assignment in Hoenn and form a task force to develop a plan to remove this pest Ketchum. Although others have aided him in the past, he appears to be the focal point for it all. Once he is taken care of, the opposition that he has led will fall apart.”
“Work with those fools?” Butch practically screams. “Never!”
Okay, I’m the boss here, I’m not putting up with this crap!
“This is what I’m talking about!” I shout, leaping up from my chair. “This sort of thing has got to stop if you want to get your good reputations back!” I stop; they’re halfway across the room. “Now, get going. The sooner you... Rookies get this done, the sooner you’ll be back on top.” They back slowly towards the stairs. I buzz-wave like Chris Tucker in The Fifth Element, and they turn around and scurry away.

I wait for a few minutes then follow their path down to the opulent lounge beneath and into the large circular elevator in the center. A secret card key opens a certain panel in the woodwork, and the button there sends me about halfway down to the lower stop- Erik’s office.
The Silph tower is shaped like a cone without a point because the point sticks into a giant globe a the top. Just below this point is Erik’s office. My office is the upper hemisphere of the globe, and the lounge takes up a bit of the space below. I decided to fill the rest of the space and smuggled scaffolding and all sorts of equipment into this room piece by piece after forging my own elevator door within, through which no other has ever gone. Besides the essentials, only a small part of the equipment, down near the floor, is currently lit up. I hurry down some stairs towards it.
For some time now, ever since that freaky night I found myself on an airfield with company Head of Security Domino, my heliship (the Spartacus), and the entire Combat Unit, with no idea how in the hell we’d gotten there, I have been plagued with the thought that I have tried and failed at something, and I have to try again. It’s led me to immerse myself in genetic research and find the last remnant of a creature long dead, then enhance it. Now I see the result before me in a tank full of bubbly red liquid surrounded by computer banks.
I push a button. The wires attached to the dark hunched mass in the tank disengage and retract, the liquid drains, and the glass slides out of sight. The creature fully stands, almost as tall as I am. A biped covered entirely in white fur except for its lower torso and a long tail that show bluish brown skin. Two huge feet with peculiar balls set into the heels. Two bony arms with tri-fingered hands, each finger having another ball set into the end. Armorlike plates, also covered with fur, on its chest. A head with slanted eyes that now open, no mouth to be seen, and stubby ears that give it a vaguely feline appearance. All programmed to be loyal to no end, barely self-aware, christened in the ancient mother tongue.
“What is your name?” I demand.
A deep voice fills the air. “Mewduo....”
“And whom do you serve?”
“The lord of all that he surveys: Jason Caligula Giovanni....”
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Well, it looks like Mewtwo crapped up that memory wipe. For those of you who don’t know, “the ancient mother tongue” is Latin; “duo” is Latin for “two”. You’re gonna be seeing a lot more of it.
Although I have a few later chapters in mind, I’m going to be making most of this up as I go, so again, if you have any comments (great? flame fodder?), send them to cherryroger@earthlink.net.
By the way, if you didn’t get it already, the story title is a reference to the manga series Tokyo Mew Mew, to which it has no other connection. You’ll see why this title is appropriate in a few more chapters.