That horrible strength [Black]

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At least sand-mister seemed to understand Black's dilemma in all this. He seemed like a kindly Pokemon from the start, even if a little misunderstood.

The healer shook her head to sand-mister’s concern. “It's the next day, silly! He's had time to calm down, trust me. And besides, you have Kay by your side! Just leave it to me and everything will be alright!”

--

Black stared vacantly at Mewtwo for 10 solid seconds, before sliding his gaze down to Kay, then to the entire world which had seemed to be conspiring against his sanity. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. “Kay,”

But Kay wasn't moved. She stalked over to her human, tugged lightly at his arm and gave him a look close to what a parent would give you when you had to greet a guest. She tugged his arm again to urge him to say something.

With an atlas sigh, the trainer bothered himself into working his jaw as he refocused on the white and purple pokemon. He was disgruntled - there was no question about it - but he wasn’t heartless. Actually, he was so heartful sometimes to the point of being wimpy.

He rubbed the back of his head. “Are you here to apologize? ‘Cause if you are, you should know that I’m not mad at you, I’m just.” Words were hard to be a thing. “What you did back there - that confused the heck out of me, and would have probably given me an existential crisis if I stayed there long enough. It just - wasn’t cool to mess with someone’s head like that, alright?”

Following the scolding, Black's arms knotted over his chest and his nose pointed up at the sky to express his disapproval. On the contrary though, deep inside Black was beginning to feel a little paranoia creeping in. The silence seemed almost judgement. He was still in the presence of a big deal, after all.

“...But, um, other than that I'm cool, I guess. With you. I'll shut up now.”

'You say that as though I chose for those things to come to my mind.' Mewtwo counters to the scolding. Though, it's easy to see that even the mon is having doubts about the validity of this claim. It was very much a possibility that a shred of his memories had been desperately clawing to try and make itself known.

'However... I have come to see that you are not the one that I knew, no matter how much you appear to be so.' It does seem like Mewtwo is skirting around the subject but he does get to the point. 'I am.. sorry for the trauma. I know what it's like.' The mon finally admits before holding out a hand towards Black.

Normally, this would be something usual for a meeting between humans. But Mewtwo was not a human. And this was a very, VERY human thing to do. There just might be quite a bit more about the mon than the legends say. Even still, he held out his hand expectantly, waiting for Black to return the 'human' greeting. 

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Black was surprised at the apology, but soon that surprise melted into a pleasant smile. Black accepted the handshake, and even had the decency to feel overwhelmed that he was shaking hands with the most Powerful pokemon alive. “Thank you,” he said, then recalling the earlier events, he added somewhat awkwardly, “I - I think we should start over!”

He took a step back and gave a bow.

“Call me Black! I am a former pokemon trainer from Unova. Right now I’m traveling from world to world delivering packages - and occasionally, justice to the Heartless.” Straightening back up to his usual laid-back self, Black regarded Mewtwo with mild regret. “I’m sorry for what’s happened to you. I may not be able to help in any way, but I know that I can be a friend if you’ll let me.”

“As can I, sand-mister!” Piped Audino, “you can think of me as a foster sister. Whenever you need a hug, you need only ask. There’s nothing I can do for you that is too big a task!”

With that said, Black once again turned to Mew. “Speaking of delivery, I have a package to deliver in a few hours. Until then, would you like to join us for breakfast?”

--

With Kay's motherly insistence, it wasn't like Mewtwo had a choice anyway. With Black being a terrible cook, she had to do the job - and after two years of experimentation, she was decent with handling a skillet. Black's mother had been the founding master upon whom Kay based her talents on, so even Black was happy for this.

During the meal, Black curiously spoke up, "So, what are you planning to do from here, Mewtwo?"