Chapter 384: Organisim No.2
~Azure S. POV~
[Kanto Region, Next Day, Pallet Town – Sky's Airship]
The sun over Pallet Town was already climbing, bathing Professor Oak's tidy little village in the gentle gold of a spring morning. It was the kind of peaceful scene that almost made me forget that my home—perched incongruously at the edge of the woods—was a colossal, black-and-crimson airship, a leftover monument to the terror of a defeated crime syndicate.
I breathed in the clean, earthy air, a stark contrast to the sterile, recycled atmosphere of the airship's bridge, my new personal home. Outside, gathered on the dew-kissed grass that my mechanical staff had carefully manicured, was an assembly of power that would make any modern Champion faint.
My two best partners, Pikachu and Eevee, sat snugly at my feet. Pikachu, ever the vigilant one, had his ears swiveled, subtly observing the giants around him, while Eevee, curled up like a sentient, cinnamon-colored scarf, occasionally nudged my ankle reassuringly.
Around them, four titans of the Pokémon world were arrayed.
There was Rayquaza, magnificent, intimidating, and coiled loosely in the air, perhaps fifty feet above the ground. Its massive form wasn't hostile, but the low, rumbling growl that periodically vibrated from its throat was directed specifically at the entity below it: Deoxys, Organism No. 1.
O1, in its default form, was a sleek, crimson-and-blue alien intelligence. It hovered, patiently waiting for my command, fully aware that Rayquaza, the guardian of the atmosphere, held a deep, biological enmity for it—a cosmic intruder.
The only thing stopping the Sky High Pokémon from unleashing a devastating Draco Meteor was my sheer presence; the silent, understood truce. Mewtwo sat cross-legged on a nearby boulder, its tail swishing thoughtfully.
It wasn't anxious or afraid, merely intensely analytic, observing the ancient rivalry playing out, seemingly more interested in the physics of Deoxys's hovering than the tension itself. I murmured, kneeling slightly, "Right then. Let's get started."
The airship gleamed behind me, catching the sun on its metallic hull. This was why we were gathered. Not for battle, but for restoration.
From the utility pouch on my belt, I slowly produced the object of our attention: a cluster of crystalline, ruby-red matter—the Core of the second Deoxys, Organism No. 2.
It was a sobering sight. O2 had been under Giovanni's control, a monstrous rival that had driven Mewtwo and me to our absolute limits.
The battle had been cinematic, brutal, and ultimately, conclusive. Giovanni's defeat had led to the destruction of Deoxys's physical form, leaving only this core—the seat of its consciousness—beating faintly in hibernation, waiting for the energy to rebuild.
*Hummm*
I held the core gently in my palm. It felt unnaturally warm, humming with latent potential. I spoke softly, my voice carrying clearly in the morning quiet, "Organism No. 2. I'm genuinely sorry for how rough that battle was. Mewtwo and I... we had to go all out to stop you, and unfortunately, that led to this."
Mewtwo's large eyes met mine, a flicker of something akin to shared guilt passing between us. It knew how close we had come to failure, and how much force was required to shatter O2's body.
I continued, focusing my intent on the Deoxys Core in a determined voice, "No matter now. You fought for your master, and you fought brilliantly. Now, we're going to fix you. We're going to vitalize you."
This was the part that required my unique resource. I closed my eyes and focused. The core in my hand began to vibrate faster as I used my Viridian Force.
*Shiii*
A soft, luminous green light began to emanate from my skin, not harsh like a Hyper Beam, but gentle and warm, like the first shoots of spring. This Viridian Force flowed from my fingertips directly into the red core.
The effect was instantaneous and profound. The crystal went from a dull ruby to a brilliant scarlet, absorbing the energy thirstily.
I ordered, "Mewtwo, now."
*Shiii*
Mewtwo nodded once, a ripple of blue psychic power flowing down its arm and connecting with the core, a controlled surge of pure restorative energy. This was the critical synergy: my Viridian Force provided the raw life essence needed for regeneration, while Mewtwo's signature move, Recover, provided the focused, precise cellular scaffolding required to rebuild a complex, alien anatomy.
*Flash*
The resulting glow was breathtaking. Green and blue energy swirled around the central red crystal, which began to hum loudly, a sound that vibrated deep in my chest. Rayquaza craned its neck, watching the spectacle with grudging curiosity.
It felt like holding a conduit to creation. The raw psychic power, the primal life force—it was an exhausting, exhilarating few minutes as I poured myself into the task…
*FLASH*
Then, with a final, blinding flash, the core shot out of my hand, levitating twenty feet into the air. The energy coalesced dramatically.
*Whip*
Fibers of solidifying light spun around the core, rapidly forming limbs, crystalline armor, and the distinctive triangular head. Where a moment ago there was only inert matter, there was now a fully formed, completely vitalized Deoxys, duplicating the form of Organism No. 1, but still recognizably distinct in its aura—Organism No. 2 had returned.
I took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the drain of the Viridian Force, but the rush of victory was greater. O2 hovered silently, its multifaceted eyes scanning the landscape. It looked at me, then at Pikachu and Eevee.
Its gaze lingered on Mewtwo, and then, inevitably, it shifted to Rayquaza, which still held a low, dangerous growl in reserve.
A voice entered my mind—clear, resonant, and purely telepathic, 'I recall... the destruction. The force used to halt my purpose.'
O2 focused entirely on Mewtwo as it continued, 'The battle within the stratosphere. It was glorious. You held nothing back, and for that, I am grateful. To have fought against such perfection of design, at the peak of your power, was an honor.'
Mewtwo, who rarely showed overt emotion, tilted its head slightly. Its tail gently thumped the stone. Mewtwo returned mentally, 'The feeling is mutual. You were a worthy opponent, dedicated and relentless. The sense of camaraderie I felt as my body gave out was... unexpected.'
It was an odd confession, but it highlighted the depth of their rivalry. They hadn't been enemies; they had been forces of nature colliding.
O2 then turned its attention to O1, and the two Mythical Pokémon began to communicate in a rapid, complex stream of non-verbal data transfer, a language of light, color shifts, and pure thought that zipped between them.
They were twin intelligences catching up on the history missed. After a moment, O1 turned its massive head toward me, then back to its counterpart.
O2 swiveled its form to face me once more. O2 projected, 'My twin informs me of your actions. The healing and restoration. Thank you, human. And thank you for freeing me from the constraints of the one called Giovanni. His control was a necessary burden, but a burden nonetheless.'
I smiled, producing an empty Ultra Ball from my belt. This was the delicate part.
Freedom was great, but freedom could also mean vulnerability in this world. I said calmly, keeping my tone light but serious, "Good to hear. But let me pose a serious question. You're free now, but you're also an incredibly powerful entity currently residing on a planet full of humans—some of whom are just as evil as Giovanni, and even more determined to possess power like yours."
I held the Ultra Ball out, making my offer to O2, my proposal, "How about this: become my Pokémon? You wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to capture or control you again. I can guarantee your protection—and I think my track record speaks for itself. Besides that, you'll need a base of operations, a home to stay while you're on Earth, right? This airship is surprisingly comfortable."
O2 tilted its head, a gesture that was surprisingly expressive for an alien life form. It was considering the implications—service versus autonomy.
O1 stepped in, floating closer to its twin. The two exchanged another burst of high-speed communication, which culminated in O1 turning towards Mewtwo, deliberately ensuring O2 could hear the mental conversation.
Mewtwo spoke telepathically, its gaze fixed on the powerful psychic Pokémon praising me, 'If you desire strength, if you wish to evolve and transcend your current limits, then becoming a servant to my Master is the only way. It was through him that I unlocked my Mega Forms, X and Y. He does not control; he cultivates. We battled to go further beyond, and he provided the means.'
O1 then fixed its eyes on me, clearly communicating its absolute trust. O2 looked at me again, then at the partners gathered around me: Pikachu, the veteran of three Leagues; Eevee, radiating gentle but deep loyalty; and Mewtwo, the strongest psychic mind I knew, nodding in silent agreement with O1's assessment.
Even Rayquaza, still coiled high above, gave a small, affirming rumble, confirming that I had made it stronger. If the mortal enemy and the genetic genius both agreed, O2 had its answer already.
Without further hesitation or drama, O2 zipped forward. It tapped the Ultra Ball with a tip of its crystalline finger. The ball pulsed once, twice, three times, then clicked shut with a soft chime, sealing the bond.
*BON*
Welp… I have 2 Deoxys now. Let's see this one's status.
|Name: Deoxys (O2) (DNA Pokémon) [Can change Forme Freely]
|Type: Psychic
|Level: 80
|Gender: Genderless
|Held Item: None
|Ability: Pressure
|Nature: Serious
|Moves: Leer, Pain Split, Teleport, Gravity, Skill Swap, Cosmic Power, Calm Mind, Recover, Reflect, Light Screen, Agility, Double Team, Protect, Telekinesis, Psycho Shift, Nasty Plot, Psychic Terrain, Psyshock, Psychic, Zen Headbutt, Psybeam, Stored Power, Future Sight, Expanding Force, Psychic Noise, Hyper Beam, Extreme Speed, Giga Impact, Wrap, Night Shade, Knock Off, Swift, Pursuit, Shadow Ball, Water Pulse, Energy Ball, Focus Blast, Psycho Boost (IM) (10 Moves left to learn)
Basically, the stronger one. Not bad.
I picked up the ball and released O2 instantly. It reappeared, taking the Defense Form, a silent promise to follow my commands.
I grinned, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten. Gaining a second Deoxys—a willing second Deoxys—was a significant achievement, solidifying my position, but as a nexus for the world's most powerful entities.
I reached into my pocket and produced two objects: two sleek, bright green Rotom Phones, fully charged and pre-loaded with global navigation maps. I said happily, handing one to O1 and the other to O2, "Alright, twins. You are free entities. You can always travel and see the world, explore, and learn about this strange planet. But these phones are your comms. I'll always have the means to call you when I need you, okay? If I need a specialized scout, or if I need to coordinate with you for a crisis, stay connected."
Both Deoxys took the devices, their forms shimmering slightly as they familiarized themselves with the technology. They nodded in unison, projecting a mental wave of agreement.
*SWF*
Then, with a unified flash of red light, they ascended rapidly, floating higher until they vanished into the clear sky, two stars leaving trails of crimson light. They were gone, but their presence was now woven into the fabric of my organization.
Mewtwo watched them go, a hint of something like pride in its posture. It turned to me as it stated telepathically, 'They have found stability, Master. I appreciate the restoration. It was the correct course of action.'
Smiling at Mewtwo's words, I replied happily, "Thanks, Mewtwo. What are your plans now? Taking a break?"
Mewtwo stood up, stretching its powerful physique as it shared its plans, 'I find this temporary peace... unsettling. I require more data on the world's current balance of power. I believe a few weeks of observation and independent training will be beneficial. I will return when you require strategy or raw power.'
*Zoooom*
With a final nod, Mewtwo vanished in a burst of psychic energy—a move I suspected was just showing off. Rayquaza, having observed the entire scene with its massive, piercing eyes, tilted its head down toward me.
A sound like a grinding stone resonated through the air. It didn't need a Rotom Phone; Rayquaza moved on its own terms. The Sky High Pokémon boomed mentally, its voice immense, 'I watched your power. You are worthy of commanding the intruder. I, too, shall return to the upper reaches. I feel the need to stretch beyond the stratosphere. Call upon me, my partner, if you require my power once more.'
*Wooosh*
And with a powerful flick of its emerald tail, Rayquaza soared, disappearing into the clouds with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a challenge to the entire ozone layer. Silence returned to the area, broken only by the chirping of Pidgey and Rattata in the nearby undergrowth.
I was left with the core team: myself, Pikachu, and Eevee. Pikachu climbed onto my shoulder, nuzzling my cheek, and Eevee settled back onto my feet.
I asked, smiling down at them, "Just us again, huh, guys?"
Pikachu cried out happily, "Pika! (Yup!)"
Eevee barked resolutely, "Eev! (Uh-huh!)"
I affirmed, looking toward the horizon, "Good."
The sun was getting higher, and it was time to move on from the past conflicts of Team Rocket and Giovanni. The next challenge loomed: the Battle Frontier.
I mused, rubbing my chin, "We need a team for the Frontier…"
The Battle Frontier was a sequence of specialists, each requiring highly specific tactics and Pokémon. It wasn't just about raw power; it was about depth and versatility.
My internal ledger of Legendary and Mythical assets was growing rapidly, but relying only on them was lazy. The Frontier was a place for true synergy.
What do I need?
Someone with weather control?
Someone who could handle status effects?
Some swift physical hitters. And perhaps a few Pokémon that hadn't seen a major League Tournament yet, those waiting in the wings for their moment to shine.
I glanced back at the monolithic airship, my mobile home and headquarters. It needed restocking, and I required time to craft the perfect roster.
Pikachu tapped my ear with a paw, pulling me from my strategic spiral. I chuckled lightly, understanding as I replied, "You're right, buddy. First things first: breakfast, then we start planning a roster for the upcoming journey. The Battle Frontier isn't going to know what hit it…"
But with only a few days, though, could I reach the gap?
Hmm… If I lack time…
Smiling at my own idea, I couldn't help but murmur curiously, "How about we visit some other timelines instead. It could be a good time to check out the Anime World, as Celebi mentioned, finding it."
Yeah…
I think I should use that time to interfere with some events. Or at the very least battle some formidable trainers…
And who's said I must train in the Anime World?
Origins and other mini-series timelines I could visit…
Maybe even the Game Timelines.
Who knows, maybe I'll even meet that Red in Mt. Silver.
I smirked at the idea. Yeah, that sounds like a good way to train my other teammates. I'll have to contact Celebi for some help, but first, some breakfast…
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A/N: Reach the goal of 300 PS to get a Bonus Chapter!