The Forgotten

Don't own pokemon. I've said enough.

It was a normal day in Pallet, or, at least as normal as a day could be for Ash. Ash had come to work with Prof. Oak in his lab. He had retired from pokemon training last month. School was started, Lance was even more annoying then usual, less business in battling, and he was tired of defending the title of master. He kept all his pokemon, but didn't train them as often.
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The alarm rang loudly, reverberating off the walls. As his master did not get up, Pikachu saw what he had to do. He jumped on to his master's bed and shook him lightly. "I don't wanna eat, Snorlax." He mumbled, turning over onto his stomach. Pikachu sighed once again as it powered up a thunderbolt. "Pikachuuuu!" he screamed, releasing the thunderbolt on his master. "AAAHHH!" Ash yelled. It seemed to affect Ash more then it had yesterday. 'I must be getting stronger.' Pikachu thought, while Ash slowly got up. "What happened? It doesn't normally hurt that much when you wake me up." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "Ash, breakfast!" his mom yelled. "Be down in a minute." He called, walking into the bathroom and taking a quick shower. (You would to, if you were shocked at a regular timed basis.) Pikachu couldn't shake the feeling that his thundershock did more damage to Ash then normal. 'Very strange.' He thought, walking down to the kitchen for two to three bottles of ketchup.
A young man turned to the man behind him. "Master, the boy is finally showing the potential he should be." The young man said, pulling the hood off his head to reveal long brownish hair, and eyes that could haunt you for years. "What is his first sign?" the man asked, but his cloak stayed on him, concealing his features. "Weakness to electricity. When should I communicate with him?" the man chuckled. "Luke, you must be patient. We will see, and will know when to reveal ourselves." Luke just made a snorting noise. "Well, John, I would be more patient if you stopped talking like you were one of the ancients." He said, turning back to Ash's house. "I wonder why it was until now his powers were hidden?" Luke said, putting his hood back on. "Why will be revealed soon, Luke." John said. "You really need to shut up." Luke said, disappearing.
"It's finally the end of the school year!" Gary yelled to Ash as the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day. "Yeah, amazing." Ash said, no emotion. "What's up? You've been psyched out about something, so spill it." Gary said, stopping Ash in front of him. They had renewed their old friendship when Ash gave up his title to a man named Marcus. "Well, when Pikachu woke me up this morning, something happened." "Well, what?" "It hurt more, but, I couldn't feel my legs for half the day. I could barely move them all day." He said, worry showing on his face. "Hey, that happens to a guy after fifty thunder waves a week." Gary said, trying to cheer him up. "Tell you what, bring your pokemon over to Grandpa's house and we'll battle. I can probably still beat you!" he laughed competitively, hoping to get the old answer he always got when they were kids. "Not today. I'm not in the spirit." He said, walking home. "Maybe tomorrow I'll make you look like an idiot again, Gary." 'That's the Ash we all know and love.' Gary thought, heading home.
The next day, Ash woke up before Pikachu could give his wake up call. 'Hmm, strange that I'm awake before Pikachu.' He thought. He reached by the foot of his bed and shook Pikachu lightly. "Wake up, buddy." *Ash, its midnight! What are you doing? * He asked angrily. "I thought it was... Where did you learn to speak English?" Pikachu looked frightened. *You mean where did you learn to speak Pokemon! * "I'm speaking English!" *Pikachu, who's the pokemon in there with you? * A voice called. *Nobody but Ash is in here with me, Mimie! Ash speaks our language! * He called. *No way! May I come in? * He called. "Go ahead." Ash called. As Ash thought he would, Mimie entered the room with a broom and vacuum in hand. *Ash, can you really understand everything we say now? * Mimie asked. Ash decided on testing how well Mimie can detect sarcasm. "No, I don't understand whatever you say now." He said, seeing if it would work. Sure enough... *You lied Pikachu! * He said, staring at Pikachu. *You can't catch sarcasm, can you Mimie. * He said, shaking his head slowly. The rest of the time before sunrise was spent with multiple shocks and heavy conversation.
Later on Ash went down to cook some food, when he noticed everything seemed to be a foot higher. "Pikachu, we may have a problem!" He yelled to Pikachu, who was playing poker with Mimie. *Ash, this better be good! For a psychic pokemon, Mimie stinks at poker and owes me fifty dollars! * He yelled making a mad dash for Ash, and saw his dilemma. *Ash, what happened before you came downstairs? * He asked, eyeing Ash strangely. "As I was walking down the stairs, I thought of how the world looked through your eyes. And, I'm your size!" He exclaimed. *Well, your also growing yellow fur on your arms, legs and head. And, your cheeks are turning red. * He said, eyes widening at Ash. "You've got to be kidding me!" he yelled, distress on his voice. Suddenly, Ash could see everything at his regular height. He looked at his hands. Regular skin color, he felt his face, which had no hair. "I'm me. I've changed back." He whispered. *Ash, work on your thinking. That scared me badly, your first a half Pikachu half human, the next minute, a five-foot human. Do that again, I owe you two shocks, and you owe me five bottles of ketchup. * He yelled. "Alright. Hey, I found out why you liked ketchup so much!" he said. *Could you tell me? I never found out myself. * Pikachu said. "Yeah! It's ..." he whispered it into Pikachu's ear. *That explains it all! * Pikachu said. "Yeah, tell me about it." He said.
Later, when he finished getting breakfast and left a bowl of ketchup out for Pikachu when he got hungry, Ash headed down to Prof. Oak's house, pokemon on his belt. When he pulled up at Oak's house, he went in the executive door. "Hey Prof. Oak. I'm here." He said, walking up to Prof. Oak. "Good, now we can unload all those Neo TMs. Let's go." He said, leading the way to the Storage Room. After Ash looked at the labels on the boxes, he found the TMs. "Got 'em, Prof." Ash said, taking down the quite heavy box. After clearing some space on a table, Ash set down the box. "Alright, Ash. Hand me the first one." Oak said, taking out another box. "We'll start sorting." Ash reached in the box and grabbed the nearest one. "The first one is a Gen 3! It's called 'Psy Link'. Supposed to help trainers get psychic links with their pokemon." He said. Suddenly, a cold rush came to his hand, and his head gave a lurch. "Ash, are you alright?" Oak asked, staring intently at Ash. "Yeah, just got a little dizzy." He said, handing the box to Oak. "Dud." Oak said, throwing it away. Ash pulled another one out. "Attract." He said, as the same cold rush and lurch came to him. Oak didn't see this one, though. Ash pretended nothing happened and handed it to Oak. "Dud." He said. Ash pulled out another. "Hidden Gen1. Morph." Ash said. "Ah, a rare one." Oak said, as the same thing happened to Ash. Oak saw this one. "Ash, you seem a little sick. Go home. I'll finish up and send the complaints to Silph." Oak said, ushering Ash out the door and offering a ride to Ash's house. "No thanks. Since I got Pidgeot back, I've never flown on him. I'll give it a try." Ash said, pushing Oak back into the house/research center. "Give me a ride home." He said, climbing onto his old friend. *Shame you can't understand pokemon language, Ash. * Pidgeot said. "Yes I do." He said blankly. *You understand us? * Pidgeot asked, scared. "Yeah. Forgot to tell ya." He said, rubbing the back of his head. 'Poor psychotic Ash.' Pidgeot thought. "I'm not psychotic!" he yelled, angry. *I didn't say anything! * Pidgeot said. "You said, 'Poor psychotic Ash.' I heard you." He said. *No, I thought it. * Pidgeot said. They dropped the subject immediately, as they landed in front of their house.
"It was a disaster walking through the park Pikachu." Ash said. "I had a group of girls following me and giggling."
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Ash was feeling a little better, so he decided to take a walk in the park. When he arrived, a girl walking past complimented him on his cologne. He shrugged it off and started walking. All the girls he passed said things like 'nice cologne' or 'Hey cutie'. It was very unreal. When he would try to hide, they would smell what they thought to be cologne. Ash hid in the pond for a while, hoping to lose the smell. But as he swam across the pond and stepped out the other end, he found himself being hounded like a dog. He ran until his feet practically fell off, and found himself at his house.
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*And you say this is a bad thing? Well, I suppose happiness is, as is beauty, in the eye of the beholder. Personally, I wouldn't be to bummed out by having lots of female Pikachu chasing after me. * Pikachu said, trying to make Ash laugh. But, the water was very cold, and Ash feared he had a cold, because his nose was stuffed. Suddenly, he sneezed. He wiped his nose and looked at Pikachu. "My goodness!" was all that came to his mouth when he saw Pikachu. Charred black to the bone, Pikachu gave a mushroom cloud as he coughed. *Explain. * Pikachu said, but Ash hadn't heard him. His eyes were full of fright. "My great, merciful God." He whispered. *Thanks, but that explains nothing. Except that now, instead of twelve bottles of ketchup, you owe me ten. * Pikachu said, a sad attempt at joking. "I think mom's got some 'splaining to do." He said, walking down stairs.
As he was halfway down the stairs, everything stopped. Time stopped itself. "Hello, Ashton." A voice said, coming from nowhere and everywhere. "Congratulations." It continued. "What is there for you to congratulate me on?" He asked. "You're the first Ketchum in twenty-two thousand years to be a Pokeman." The voice said. "You even have the disposal of TMs." A new voice said. Suddenly, two cloaked figures appeared in front of him. "You are in the family which was the first to show the Pokeman features. Because of that, you are the first #252 in twenty-two thousand years. Again, congratulations." The elder of the two said. The younger spoke. "We are here to help you gain control of your powers."

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER TWO!

Next time, on The Forgotten:
Ash finds his supernatural activities may not be too bad, as he finds how to control the TMs.