"Pikachu..." A soft voice was heard throughout the silent woods.
The heartbroken voice was soon followed by sobs. Raindrops were falling from the gloomy sky, gently washing off the slight blood on the boy's yellow rodent. The unmoving rodent that laid on the boy's bleeding hands was covered in bruises, but none were greater than the severe gash on its left eye. Beside them was a flock of Spearow. Some were unconcious, while others were slowly regaining their strength – just enough to stand, but not fly away.
The weakened Spearow watched the scene in sadness. Sure, they would attack people and Pokémon if they stumbled into their territory or cause harm to them, but they never thought to go as far as killing a Pokémon. They understood...
They had gone too far.
"Please... Wake up..." The boy cried desperately with his weak voice. But he knew that no matter how hard he tried, Pikachu will never wake up again.
The storm raged on, but this was ignored. The raven haired boy still couldn't believe that his starter and recent friend, was gone. And on the first day of his journey, too. His closed his amber eyes, hugging the corpse tightly to his chest. He whispered four words, a promise that he'll keep forever, and will always remember. "I'll never forget you..."
Unknown to the boy or the Pokémon surrounding him, a warm glow embraced from the Pikachu, although it was unseen by them. After all, it was invisible to their eyes.
An exact tranparent copy of the Pikachu emerged from the dead body, with its feet gently touching the ground.
It looked around and stared at its corpse. Closing its eyes, it started to become less tranparent... And more real. It looked at its trainer in sadness. It knew that no one could see it, after all, it was just a spirit. It smiled as it touched the hand of its trainer, its friend.
The boy shivered a little, unaware of the invisible spirit that smiled sadly at him.
The Pikachu's spirit started to change. Its ears were down, with the tip of its left ear turning black, while its right ear had two triangle cuts on it, though it did not bled. Its bleeding left eye was stitched, but poorly. The tip of its tail grew longer and sharper, indicating a scythe. Its paws were a lot sharper as well. The bruises it had were gone, except for the devastating gash on its left eye.
The new Pikachu smiled widely. Though it was dead, its trainer's love for Pokémon gave it a second chance to live. And, though if the boy could somehow manage to see it again, the chance was very slim. As a spirit, it couldn't be seen, nor touched.
Who knows? Maybe its trainer could one day see it again, even though it looked different from before.
But still, it wanted to tell its trainer that even though he couldn't see it, its spirit was still there.