Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Never have, never will. :(
Wishes
by CherryBlankets.
The sunset spilled over the horizon, as the air crisped down to its original way. The Pidgeys chirped in the distance, while the Politoads croaked near the lake. The sky was illuminated with bright, orange and yellow colors, while the sun dropped down. The shining moon glowed, as the sun had wavered a goodbye.
Everything seemed to be entirely perfect in the city of Aries, but to a pair of trainers, it was nothing of their concern.
"Stop acting like a child, Ash! You're fifteen, fifteen!"
"Look who's talking! You're the one who started this stupid fight."
"Oh? Well, it wouldn't have started if you hadn't acted so childishly!"
Ash was completely out of it. Sure he missed his best friend, but he couldn't find a comeback faster—something very unusual for him. So, without further ado, he used his life-saver, #1 best comeback in his book.
"I did not!"
Misty seemed less than pleased, her attractive face glowing under the moonlit stars. It wasn't like she wanted to start it, but somehow their peaceful get-together walk turned out horrendously. "I'm guessing that you don't have anything better to say?"
Ash hesitated, although he desperately tried not to show it. In truth, he was actually going to agree with Misty on that…except that he won't show his inevitable defeat.
"Now look who's childish. Giving up on a fight easily? Ha! I thought you were still the same loud-mouthed Misty I knew all those years ago."
She flinched. Being called childish was bad enough, but being called loud-mouthed just ticked her off her scale.
Misty stomped towards his direction, a look of death crossing her face. She waved randomly in air, almost like she was looking for something. Then, the bomb dropped. He was suddenly hit on the face with her infamous mallet.
She dusted her hands, and turned her head upward. She had won again, like always.
"Guys, let's just face it, okay? Both of you are acting immature up until now. Just confess to each other and kiss already! I'd rather see that than this." Brock intervened, but suddenly closed his mouth instantly.
Both walked slowly to him, each holding a mallet in the air. Brock backed down, hoping to get some defense for himself. Too bad he was too slow.
WHAM! BOOM!
May aided Brock in the corner of the tree, holding an ice-pack on the location where the bumps are. Dawn had been training her Pokemon in the center of the campsite, Misty had been cooling her temper off in the water and Ash was nowhere to be found.
Somehow, nobody had noticed that he was gone…and temporarily, they weren't worried.
Ash kicked a stone using the heel of his shoes rearwards. Getting reunited with Misty had thrilled him and his emotions that he wasn't usually thinking anymore. Pikachu, being the supportive Pokemon he is, had perched on his shoulder and looked around, hopeful there weren't any wild Pokemon to attack them. After opting that it was safe, Pikachu twisted his head back and gazed into the deep, dense forest.
The little mouse had also discerned that his master had been silent since this afternoon. So, anticipating that he could alleviate his master's predicament, Pikachu let out a gratifying purr.
Ash revolved his head so he could look at his buddy.
Ever since he had the conflict with Misty earlier, he was suddenly overcome by deep thoughts…thoughts he had never had before.
His emotions were surprisingly going on overdrive once they had skin contact. His eyes seemed to be taking up on her attractiveness, and his teenage head was filled with images he never thought he could imagine.
These…emotions were very foreign to him. He had never thought they had ever existed, truthfully.
"Pikachu?" the little Pokemon perched on his shoulder wondered, sniffing the silver Pokeball on the ground.
It shimmered under the sunset, showing its beautiful unhidden diamonds. The line in which separated the upper and lower part of the Pokeball was in gold, and the enlarger button was diamond-studded.
Such a magnificent ball was not to be ignored by the soon-to-be-Pokemon-Master, Ash thought wearily bending down to pick it up.
"Hmm…a Pokeball?" he lifted it up eye-level, examining its shimmering jewels.
"Pika…Pikapi." Pikachu warned, jumping onto Ash's shoulder and sniffing the Pokeball as well. Pikachu growled, his fangs showing off. Ignoring his best friend's pleas, Ash just casually placed it in his pocket and decided to use it for another Pokemon.
Turning his heel, he walked towards the campsite until he heard loud wings flapping. At first he ignored the loud sound, but as it got louder, his curiosity heightened.
"What the…?" a huge, golden-colored dragon floated above his head. Looking bewildered at the luck of such rare Pokemon coming his way, he patted Pikachu and Pikachu instantly jumped off in fighting stance.
After flying down to the ground, the Dragonite smirked.
"Let's go, Pikachu!" Ash ordered. Nodding, Pikachu's cheeks started to buzz dangerously.
"Okay. Let's start this off with a Quick Attack!"
Pikachu bounded in less than a second, appearing and disappearing every passing second. Dragonite tried her hardest to search for the yellow ball, but it was almost impossible to see.
"Pika!" Pikachu appeared in front of Dragonite, smirking with a victorious look on his face. Dragonite took a step back in pain, groaning and rubbing her stomach where Pikachu had just hit her milliseconds ago.
"Dra!" the gold Dragonite screamed in pain, trying to regain its standing again.
"Yeah!" Ash cheered, pumping his fists. "Pikachu, move quickly before Dragonite can move again! Your strongest thundershock, now!"
A bright light shimmered, causing Ash to cower, covering his eyes with his arms. Anyone could predict what would happen between the fight and would've guessed that with Pikachu's advantage, he would've won.
But it wasn't over.
"Dragonite!" it screamed, shaking the recent attack's effects off. Pikachu breathed heavily, trying to keep standing.
Dragonite suddenly shot crystal-clear water towards Pikachu's direction, slamming it against the tree.
"Chaa!" he groaned in pain.
"Pikachu!"
Ash gritted his teeth. Maybe he shouldn't have underestimated such rare and valuable Pokemon. Searching frantically around, he noticed a boulder, no less than 5 feet away from his standing point. If he didn't act now, Pikachu could be in real danger.
Dragonite was currently charging up a Hyper Beam and Pikachu looked at its master in agony, waiting for orders. "Pikapi!"
Ash shook off his trance and looked at the situation his beloved Pokemon was in. Dammit!
"Pikachu...Use Agility and run to that rock!" Pikachu was confused at first, but nonetheless he didn't twit his master about it. Appearing and disappearing in the flash of light once more, Pikachu stopped scampering and stood beside the rock. Dragonite had obviously thought this was an advantage to his point, but she hadn't known there was something up Ash's sleeve.
Dragonite ran as quick as she can, reaching out her claw in order to attack Pikachu.
"Pikachu, sidestep now!" Pikachu moved sideways, causing Dragonite to hit the boulder. The impact was hard, and the ground shaked for a few seconds. After the dust cleared away, Ash opened one eye.
The Dragonite was down!
"Yes!" Ash said, throwing the silver Pokeball and capturing the rare Pokemon. He hugged Pikachu hard and strode back to camp, where he would certainly show off his newly-caught Pokemon.
"Where's Ash now?" May whined, glancing at the mouthwatering food selection Brock prepared for them. Such a feast was to be made for Misty's arrival, and as Brock mentioned, 'To Ash, Misty deserves better than perfect.' but May knew Brock was just using the stupid excuse to finally stop Ash's constant whining for food.
Dawn's stomach grumbled, while she rolled her eyes and rubbed her flat-stomach. "Ah! Where is Ash?" she complained.
At the right timing, Ash appeared climbing out of the bush, clutching something this his chest. It was most certainly prized, from anyone's point of view.
"Hey guys! Guys!" Ash called, waving his free hand. All of them glared at him, like he had done something terribly wrong. "What?"
"Well, I'm surprised you didn't come rushing back to camp for dinner. What took you so long anyways?" Brock said, standing up and crossing his arms. Ash sweat-dropped and chuckled nervously.
"Aw C'mon, guys. Cut me some slack. Me 'n Pikachu were just trying to capture something." this had certainly reached everyone's attention, mostly May and Dawn.
"Oooh! What is it? What kind of Pokemon? You have better caught a cute one, Ash!" both squealed in unison. After shaking his head, he lifted up the silver Pokeball, a proud smirk showing on his face. Brock, May and Dawn looked astonished at such luck - even seeing such a Pokeball was enough for their liking.
"W-Where did you get that?" Brock asked in jealousy. He had heard of that Legendary Pokeball and some mysterious powers it proclaimed, but no scientist could prove exactly what power that is.
"I found it on the ground while I was walking. And guess what? My luck just got bigger. Go, Dragonite!"
For anyone, catching a fully-evolved Dragonite was not something you can say everyday, so Ash decided to wait for even bigger surprised faces.
"Dra!" chanted the beautiful, golden Dragonite. Everyone looked with their jaws open widely. Ash walked over and pet the Pokemon, earning a satisfying roar.
"Oh. My. ASH! What a cute Dragonite! Ooooh and it's golden too. Wow! I bet if you join a contest, you'd win for sure!" May jumped around, in every angle of the Pokemon. Dawn let out her team, who glanced jealously at the Dragonite.
"What's going on?" Misty appeared, brushing her long, orange locks. She took note of the silver Pokeball in Ash's hand and then the golden-colored Dragonite. A piercing squeal filled the forest.
"Oh goodness! That's such an adorable Pokemon! It's gold? Wow! Where'd you get this, Ash?"
Everyone stopped praising the Dragonite and turned to the lucky trainer, who'd managed to find a silver-Pokeball on the ground and a golden-colored Dragonite.
"Well, as soon as I got the Pokeball, it just suddenly flew above me!"
Such luck would probably be impossible, and although most of them were proud of their friend's achievement, Misty decided to intervene.
"You found it on the floor? Ash! What if that belonged to someone? You can't just steal a rare Pokeball and a Pokemon! That's Pokemon poaching! You'll be like Team Rocket in no time."
Everyone became silent, waiting for a witty comeback in which they did get after a fraction of a second.
"Oh yeah? Who said anyone owned it anyways? There isn't a label here."
Misty flared at the greediness of her friend. He was never greedy, except when it came to food.
"Ash! You're Pokepoaching! That's a crime! All I wanna do is help you!"
"HELP ME?!" He towered above Misty, a foot taller than usual. All of them looked at Ash with wide-eyes. Usually, he never continued the fight. He would call her scrawny to end it with Misty's infamous mallet. But this time, he felt angrier than always. Was it because his best friend was ordering him to do something he doesn't want to do? Or was it because he was becoming greedy, just to keep the golden Dragonite?
The Dragonite looked at its new trainer expectantly. Dragonite was waiting for a command, to blow the human up with a super strong Hyper Beam.
"YES! HELP YOU! That's all I've been trying to do for years, Ashton! HELP YOU! You never let me! Dammit! Why the hell do I follow you around for anyways? You can be such a pain in the ass." To say that was surprising would be an utter understatement. Brock, May and Dawn were wordlessly surprised at Misty's outburst. She had never taken it so far as to swearing in front of Ash. And neither did he.
"Damn you! I'm the pain in the ass? Look who's talking, Ms.-I'm following-my-best-friend-for-a-useless-bike! WHY DON'T YOU BUY A NEW ONE?! I'm sure it'd be way better than before - considering that one sucked to be broken in a matter of time!"
Misty cowered down, a shocked expression marked across her face. Why were they fighting over a dumb Dragonite? Their quarrels had never been extreme before. No swears had ever been used. And nobody, not ever, couldn't think of something smart and hurtful to say.
Ash wanted so much to retrieve back what he said, but somehow, he couldn't bring himself to do so. It was like someone else was controlling him something else was telling him what to say and what not to say. And with a few words, he had taken the fight too far,
"I wish I'd never met you."
Author's Note: I'm sorry I'm publishing so many stories at the same time, but I can't keep all these plans inside my mind - I lose them eventually. Anyways, Unexpected isn't going to well and I'm not so happy about the story so far...Well, I'll think about continuing it or discontinuing it. I like Wishes and Pranks better :)