Hi everyone, so this is my first time doing a Pokemon story and I'm really looking forward for it. As mentioned in the title this story does have boyxboy. I will post a warning with each chapter as to what to expect from this story. But I will make this clear now. Don't like it, don't read it. To those of you who do read this, I want to thank you. If you like it and if you want to, please favourite, follow or review =) Hope you all enjoy and have a great day where ever you are =) Warning: Boyxboy, swearing, some violence and ratings may be turned up at a later time.

In a lot of stories we hear about how the damsel finds her prince after being saved by a kiss of true love. But what is true love if not destiny weaving fate together for two people. Love isn't always straight forward.

Belle saw beauty in the beast and yet Cinderella saw it in a handsome prince. We learn never to judge the difference of love as it often reminds us just how powerful it truly can be.

With that in mind, our story begins on the far coast and edge the Kanto region. The sun pierced a sky of grey clouds which threatened to cover the small village Pallet town. A small cottage stood on the banks of a cliff which overlooked the beach. Outside the fresh white cobble stone wall looked calm as it embraced the sound of distance crashing waves. The fresh sea breeze brushed up gently against the French glazed double window of both stories of the house. The black tiled roof was perfectly present, just as expected by the family who lived in the home.

Sun light began to course through one of the windows, casting an emerald flow across a double oak bed. The dark wood was deeply varnished with four posters and silk curtains. The lightly painted walls held up posters of bands and Artist s, ranging from Lady Gaga to musical theater like Chicago and classics such as Queen and Stereophonics. But for each poster there were countless lines of shelves holding up countless rows of books. All were carefully bound and placed in their exact place. Around the room were varies of different countries. Some hand scripted from the ancient days of Rome and Greece. Though the inhabitant of the room hardly knew of just how amazing and truly they are and were from the ancient days.

The door began to slightly creak open as a small form began to sneak into the room. As it stepped into the wash of an emerald light, it was soon revealed to be a middle sized almost dog like shape; with brown fur, a bushy tail that has a cream-colored tip, and a furry collar that is also cream-colored, it had brown eyes, big ears, and pink paw pads.. Its fur was sleeked back and yet it looked softer than satin as it was elegantly brushed. It let out a small purring sound as it leapt onto the bed and began to lie down on the quilt. It yawned happily rubbing its head along the figure under the mass amount of quilts and let out a another caring purr. "Jack… Go back to sleep." A groan came from the quilt as an arm protectively wrapped around the purring animal who was named Jack, who in turn just began to fall asleep as he felt comforted and cared for under the protective arm.

But not before Jack glanced at the clock by the boy's bedside table and stretched. His claws slowly gave a slight scratching on the quilt before he slid from under the soft, cosy, warm arm and leapt onto the bedside table. He looked around, at the large walk in wardrobe which the figure's guardians had insisted on after going shopping and finding that an ordinary wardrobe just wouldn't do.

Jack yawned and considered just letting sleep dogs lie…

His paw came down quickly on the alarm button on the beside clock. "Be…Our…Guest, be our guest. Put our service to the test; tie your napkin round your neck Cherie and we'll provide the rest." The Disney alarm clock carried on singing the beauty and beast number. As Jack rolled his eyes and hit down on the next button changing the tune. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh."
"No Jack."
"I'll get him hot, show him what I've got, Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, oh-oh-e-oh-oh-oh, I'll get him hot, show him what I've got." Jack tugged persistently at the quilt covers and tried pulling them back.
"No Jack." A voice laughed softly as he just had his hand nudged and Jack went back to bobbing his tail and swaying his hips back and forth to the tune.
"Can't read my, Can't read my, No he can't read my poker face" Jack's tail brushed against the quilt covers.
"He's got me like nobody." A soft voice chuckled.

The figure let out a soft yawn as they shifted under the layers of quilts and blankets. As the curtains pulled back the figure became clearer; a boy gently smiled and let back out another happy sigh. "Can't I sleep in just a bit longer?" he whispered. His eyes slowly opened to reveal the pale, handsome yet strange, amber eyes. He looked over to the bedside table and chuckled softly as Jack was still bobbing and swaying in time with the music. "You're one strange little Eevee." The boy laughed softly and just watched as Jack leapt down just bobbing along more. "You're like a whole new class of Pokemon Diva!" The boy exclaimed and laughed as Jack just looked back up at him and rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay." He laughed softly as he sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through the thick of his, natural, light honey blonde hair which had seen better days... he needed to get a hair cut soon. His skin was lightly tanned which made his eyes all the more entirely stranger and yet, they were what people seemed to most love about him… well… most people, meaning those who didn't call him freak or the cursed child.

The boy slowly stood up and got out of bed as he pushed open the windows as the sea breeze washed over him. The long emerald curtains were tied back as the boy stepped onto the cold marble balcony. How long had it been now? Five or six years?

Since he had lost his last remaining ability to put his trust in others...

Since he had last seen the only person who had ever meant anything to him, other than Jack.

It had been such a strange day...

He had been a quiet boy when he was young. Always alone, never talking to any one else. Except for that one boy: Jack.

When he wasn't at home school, he was working with his mother in her tailor store. He often always found himself loving it when his mother would turn around and look at him with fond eyes. "Alex." His mother would smile. Never asking him a question but just standing there and watching him as he would go about his work with expert fingers and perfect working.

He had spent most of his breaks going and walking onto the beach. He would stand there and watch the sea letting the cold air fill him. Was it possible to feel old when someone is so young? Day after day he would read. He had stood at the gates of Troy, he had dined with the gods of Olympus and been to far away lands with handsome Princes who always dared to find their true love.

And yet… The boy had been betrayed by the one who he dared to call his prince and had one day hoped to make his own.

When he was ten he had been sat on the beach reading when a boy had begun to walk out the water. Alex had tried to pay no attention when he had seen the boy's strong build and handsome ink black head of hair. The boy was in a pair of blue trunks and was about Alex's age. But yet he was so... handsome. Alex was often scared to think like that. Not because he thought that it was wrong. After all he had two uncles. Why would he think it's wrong? Love is love at the end of the day. Why he was scared to think like that was because people often let him down.

The boy had locked eyes with him and slowly smiled. "Don't walk over. Don't walk over. Don't walk over." Alex repeated in a silent prayer but looked up to see the figure soon stood over him? Yeah... thanks. He thought.
"What you reading?" The boy asked taking a seat. He ruffled his hair with a towel and looked at Alex curiously as his midnight hair spiked up.
"T-The Odyssey." Alex said quietly and the boy broke out into a smile.
"Cool, though I always thought that he was a bit of a big head."
"How so!" Alex frowned. He had always admired the character Odysseus... even so far to say that he had a crush on him.
"He was on a beautiful island with an amazing woman. He could have been happy." The boy shrugged. "I just thought he had plenty of opportunities to settle."
"And leave his wife to the cold fate of the men who had invaded her home?" Alex said flatly but the boy just began to burst out into laughter.
"Okay then. How about a little game. I say a story or a word and you say the first thing that comes to mind."
"Okay..." Alex said a little cautiously as he looked into the boy's hazel brown eyes. He didn't like anyone coming close to play head games with him. It often made him feel quite unsettled... but this boy... there was something about him that made him open up.
"Gods."
"Titans." Alex shrugged.
"Orpheus." The boy reasoned.
"Idiot." Alex returned quickly as he found he was speaking quicker and found himself quite surprised with himself.
"Cold."
"Underworld."
"Victim."
"Me-" Alex quickly fixed himself the moment he realised what he had said. "Medusa." He coughed. The boy looked at him curiously as he began to wrap up the game.
"Favorite Disney film."
"Peter Pan."
"Lightning." The boy glanced over his shoulder as he was watching two small forms splash about in the water happily.
"Weather." Alex shrugged again.
"Beach."
"Sea." He looked down back at his book as he began to get bored and turned the page. All the while though, his ear keenly twitched to hear the boy's voice again.
"Hot."
"You." Alex slapped his hands down over his mouth instantly and turned bright red in horror as the boy looked at him with a smug smile and raised eyebrow.
"Oh really?" The boy grinned, he was blushing slightly and seemed quite taken back by what had just happened but he still just leaned forward slightly as he reached out and pulled Alex's glasses off gently. "Hmm... A beautiful blond with handsome eyes. I think you got it wrong with which one of us is hot." The boy purred and Alex just blushed brighter.
"You know I think of dyeing it to brown." Alex admitted. "Everyone always is surprised that I'm a natural blond." He looked up into the boy's eyes which roamed over his face. "But I'm not hot-" He began to argue but the boy just cut him off.
"Then you're cute." The boy grinned.
"That's even worse!" Alex exclaimed as he hid his head in the pages of a book.
"They say Prince charming saved Snow White with a kiss you know?" He said as though he was reading from the lines of a book... It was strange. It was almost as though this boy was reading from a script. Alex had seen enough people act, he knew when someone was being something different... this boy was putting up an act over himself. Trying to act like something he wasn't.

But that didn't matter.

Somehow or another... right then and there. Alex felt something, a small spark of something which he wanted to let turn into an inferno.

"Save me." Alex whimpered as he laid back onto the sand while the boy crawled over on top of him. His black hair falling down either side of his face and dripping onto the sand next to him. "But... what's your name?"
"It's Ash." He whispered before leaning in and closing the space between their lips

That had been the best day of Alex's entire life.

It had been strange at first how quickly they had connected. It had seemed like a fairytale and dream.

It had all been oh so perfect...Till Alex had come across the boy the very next week.

For the first week, Ash and Alex hung out a few times, and Ash took him out for a few nights. They would sit on the beach and gaze up at the sky as they exchanged stories. Ash told Alex all about his dream and wishes to become the world's best trainer. Alex new from the moment that he first saw Ash with his Pikachu, the way they were both so close with each other... Ash was something special. He was so kind and special with such a caring heart. Alex just knew Ash would make his dreams a reality.

For a few nights they both ran across the beach, watched the stars or called their pokemon out and messed about in the sea. Ash was never unhappy, he was always so content with the way he was within himself... everyday it was like seeing someone completely different to the flirtatious, and fake boy that Alex had first met a couple days before.

Eventually after a while, Jack even went to stop lunging and tackling Ash's face and settled with just glaring pointedly at him... but that was a story for another time.

Alex finally thought something strange was going on when one night he found ash sat by himself in their spot. His eyes were locked onto the sky and seemed not to flinch away, even for a second. They seemed to be sinking away into a slight shadow as the moon was covered. His gaze broke and ash turned his head back towards the ground. "Hey." Alex whispered and watched the boy startle as he flinched slightly.

He looked over and saw Pikachu staring worriedly up at his trainer's face. "Pika pika." The small pokemon sighed and turned away before he fled and waved his hand over to Jack who just looked sceptically at Ash's best friend.
"Go on." Alex whispered softly and just watched as Jack reluctantly left.

It was only when both Pokemon were out of hearing distance, Alex took a seat next to the taller boy and scooted under the embracing arm which was held out for him. "What's wrong?" He asked softly and watched the dark moonlight catch in Ash's hazel eyes.
"Nothing." The boy sighed. "Nothing-"

A distant boom exploded the sand dunes and Alex turned in horror as he watched a large hot air balloon beginning to rise out of the ground. "PREPARE FOR TROUBLE!" A voice cackled.
"AND MAKE IT-"
"THUNDERBOLT!"
"SWIFT." Alex and Ash shouted in annoyance and watched as their Pokemon leapt back and lined themselves up with the large Meowth balloon.

Jack and Pikachu growled as Jack took a sprint up a sand dune and flips backwards. His brown fur began to almost sparkle gold as Jack kept spinning faster and faster till eventually he reached a speed he was happy with and what almost seemed like a blaze of golden stars exploded from his body and volleyed relentlessly into the balloon which began to deflate, while the basket began to tear while met with a mix of screams as the people inside began to scramble about, desperate to avoid the attack.

All the time they never saw Pikachu's focus being aimed as he was charged brilliantly like a storm cloud. "PIKACHU!" With the one roar from the small pokemon, a brilliant beam of golden lightning exploded in an intense beam towards the gas tank. "NOT GOOD! NOT GOOD!" Came three sets of worried shouts.
"JACK! HIT THEM AGAIN! SWIFT!"
"EEVEE!" His loyal companion roared as the golden blaze of stars mixed with the lightning.

The moment they hit the gas tank. The three villains inside were quickly blasted to the four winds. "TEAM ROCKET'S BLASTING OFF-"
"SHUT IT!" Alex shouted to the sky as they vanished with a spark of what seemed like a flash of a distant star.

But by the time Jack had run back and Alex had turned to check Ash was okay.

The boy had already gone.

He should have taken that as a warning which should have come for the following week, which was the next time when he had seen Ash.

Alex had been walking along the road with Jack in his arms. The young Eevee's lower half hung down as he nestled his head back against Alex's chest. His tail swayed gently as he listened to his unofficial trainer's voice. You see Alex had been hatched, just shortly after Alex had been he was going to be raised and trained by Alex's mother as her pokemon... but every time she came close to Jack, the Eevee refused to even be touched by her. The only one he allowed to get close to was Alex. The only person he accepted food and drink off was Alex. The only person allowed to hold or stroke him... guess who that was?

The two had a close bond and seemed bound to one another. You would never find Alex without Jack and vice versa.

Alex had a smile painted onto his face as Jack looked up at stared at him. "He was so handsome." Alex whispered softly. "He was so sweet and kind. Plus even our mothers get on quite well, you know? I mean, after all-"
"HEY ASH!"

Alex turned slowly and just in time to see a girl with a very light red hair an denim shorts sprint around a corner. In her arms was one of the smallest pokemon that Alex had ever seen... it looked like it was barely even out of it's egg shell! And besides... what the hell was she even wearing?

It was only when he felt Jack reflecting his mood and heard the growling coming from his pokemon, did he realise that he was glaring pointedly in the direction the girl had gone. "Jack... We can't be jealous. It's just a girl after all. Besides, Ash and Pikachu-" Jack's gaze shot up to him at the mention of the pokemon. "That's right... I know you." Alex affectionately tapped Jack's nose and adjusted his emerald jacket as his slim fit, pearly white shirt was showing his lean body tone. "Besides, I'm sure Pikachu feels the same way." He gently petted Jack's head as his partner lent into the touch. "Anyway-"
"HEY ASH!"

Alex stared as another two girls went sprinting down the street.

One had long winding deep blue hair which was kept under a snow white cap with a pink pokeball insignia on. She wore a short dress and blue blouse while in her arms was a what almost looked like... "Is that a buneary?" Alex wondered out loud.

The moment he said that, Jack began to growl coldly. "Jack? What's wrong? Calm down." He whispered and hugged the pokemon closer as he looked close to using swift on both the girl and her pokemon. "Hey! Dawn it was my idea! You and Misty have to wait your turns!" The last girl exclaimed as she sprinted by.

Her hair was long and mousy brown. She wore biker shorts and a red button up jacket. Unlike the others, she held no pokemon in her arms. Her eyes were locked determinedly in front of her as she zoomed off down the street.

"Okay... Jealousy is one thing." Alex glared in the direction of the girls. "Curiosity... is another thing entirely!" He sprinted after them and saw that Jack was glaring with him. Who the hell were those girls?

Alex didn't know what to think at first as he came slowly around the corner. He saw Ash stood there, as handsome and collected as ever... though he looked a bit pale. His brow was clammy and had a faint trace of crimson was moving through his cheeks as he looked between all three of them. "Hey." He smiled slightly.
"Pika...?" Even Pikachu looked surprised at the sudden appearance of all three girls and kept looking between them.

That was till Buneary leaned forward in the blue haired girl's arms. "Wow Dawn, you and Buneary haven't changed huh?"
"Of course not ash." Dawn grinned slightly and leaned in.
"Bun-eary." Her pokemon purred as it lent towards Pikachu.

Alex immediately had to tighten his grip slightly as Jack quickly went to lunge at the Buneary who was getting closer to Pikachu. "Seriously? Are you being jealous right now?" He hushed quietly. "I trust Ash and you should trust Pikachu. After all, they both like us, and would never hurt us so-"
"Ash... I waited to long for this."

The first girl who was just in a peach coloured blouse and the denim shorts moved forward and placed a kiss directly, smack onto the boy's mouth.

Alex stared horrified for a moment and felt a deep anger beginning to boil and burn inside of him. Jack slowly began to turn a brighter gold as he was charging for his own attack. At one point it almost seemed as though he was radiating stars. "No... don't attack them. They made the move-"

Then Ash linked his arm around the girl's waist and began to lean more into the kiss.

"Y-You." Alex whimpered and slowly all three girls turned around in time to see the boy and Jack staring at them
"ALEX?!" Ash backed up slightly against the wall.
"Alex?" The girl; Dawn, raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Who is he?"
"A freak." Alex stared for a moment into those hazel eyes before sprinting away as fast as he could.

That was the last time that Alex saw him...

He took a long breath as the wind whipped against the balcony.

It wasn't until he felt Jack leap up onto the cold black iron and move his head under and into his hand, that Alex looked back down. He smiled gently and stroked behind Jack's ears as softly as he could. Even Jack had been hurt greatly by that day. Sometimes Alex would catch him out on the balcony and staring up at the moon or stars as though he was searching for Pikachu... Similarly how Alex, though he would never admit it, would sit and watch the far distance, trying to imagine what kind of adventures Ash was getting up to.

Alex let out a soft sigh and turned to look back at Jack. "Hey... we're starting late but, better late than never, right?" Alex smiled and Jack nodded.
"Eevee!" Jack nodded energetically.
"Right then." Alex held out his palm but watched as Jack slowly turned his head back out to the distance and watched the distant tide. He let out a sight and Alex gave a soft smile. "I know, I know." He gently picked Jack up and held him comfortingly in his arms. "I miss them too."
"Turn around and get out of my house." A voice snarled from down stairs. "NOW!"

Alex frowned at hearing his mother's voice like that.

What the hell was going on?