I am Ash

AN: Hey guys, I've been reading quite a few stories on Pokemon, and it is now that I feel compelled to write my own. I am open to anything anybody has to say. School is on and I always have a lot of homework, but I will try to write as much as I can.

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1 – Gone :

My name is Pikachu. It has been 2 years since I have seen my best friend. I have been looking for that 2 years. I can feel it in me that my best friend is out there. Who is my best friend? I call him PikaPi. He has another name, but I cannot bring myself to say it. Why is he missing? It is not my place to say. I do not even know how my PikaPi is. Every day I worry, thinking of where he is, wondering if he is okay, physically and emotionally. How do I even know that he is still alive, you say? None of his other Pokemon are at Professor Oak's Ranch. Not even a trace was left of where they are. Some say that they were stolen by Hunters, or a crime syndicate such as Team Rocket, but I know better. Just PikaPi's pokemon were stolen? I do not believe it. I can only hope that one day PikaPi will return...

Ash...

Many miles away from Pikachu's current location, was a mountain. Now this mountain was nothing special. It had no grand caverns or spectacular hot springs. What it did have though, were ragged cliffs, extreme waterfalls, and lava-hot pits made of rock. Why would anyone travel and even live in such a place? If they were broken, shattered, removed of any will to react to society. Nearby these ragged cliffs, was a cavern that, for some reason, had many household objects and furniture. There was a bed, made of dried grass put together on a flat and solid rock. There was what looked like a stove, but it was made of some sort of stone that could resist a flamethrower of a Charizard and an Infernape put together. A table was present, with some chairs, and a cabinet, all made of wood. On these wooden objects was a distinct image. It was a Pikachu. The Pikachu had a huge smile. It was happily eating ketchup, while shooting out Thunderbolts everywhere. The level of detail was perfect, not one detail was messed up or disproportionate. However, as homely as all of the objects in the cave-house seemed, there was a major lacking of one thing. Color. All of the cave-house was a dark gray. The only real color there was in the house was one single object, a picture frame.

This was just a picture frame, although the image inside was what was important. There were three beings in the photo. One was a reddish-brown haired woman. She had calm,motherly smile with just a hint of sadness, as there was also a single, lonely tear drop falling from her right eye. There was also a boy who had jet black hair that was unruly and did not stay in one spot. The boy had the smile of the happiest person in the world. He was so innocent, and so naive of the true world. That, of course, would later change. There was one final being, a yellow mouse, that rested on the boy's shoulder, rubbing cheeks with the boy as a display of affection. The three beings were very happy. That also, would change.

Suddenly, voices could be heard outside of the cave. "Here we are guys, I finally found the cave. I've lived here for a year and I still can't remember where our home is located", said a young man no older and no younger than 17. Chuckles could then be heard from his many Pokemon, but mainly from his Meganium, who had loved him as her trainer very much. This 'young man', being only 17, still had the physical looks of a Martial Arts master, with muscles almost everywhere visible to the naked eye. Although he did have the looks of a fairly young man, his eyes were what made him look much, much older. There were many signs of exhaustion, regret, sadness, and most especially, longing. Longing for his old life. The life that had made him happy. He knew, though, that all good things must come to an end, but that did not take away his sense of longing.

To signify his moving on from his good childhood, he had changed his name to something that would remind him of everything before. That name was Reflect. His name was a constant show of how he was, a reflective person that needed to understand that actions have consequences. His name was not sad, nor did it trigger for him to have an emotional breakdown. It just showed him who he should have been, and therefore his own truth would be found as well.

As Reflect walked into his cave, he glanced around to make sure that nothing was disturbed by a wild Pokemon, or even worse, another human. Reflect did not dislike humans, he just found it more comfortable to be who he was by himself. He found humans as nosy as he once was, and therefore did not like their company. Pokemon, however, were his companions for life. They were loyal, honorable, and knew how to comfort him. They were his perfect companions, although sometimes, just barely, did he long for someone to be able to understand him. To be a human companion that lived and reflected just like him. He did not recall anyone who could accomplish that, as everybody was too worried with themselves in the world.

"Alright guys, after all the training that we have done for the straight week, I expect you all to relax and regain the feeling in your muscles. Seriously though, I love you all and you all must be in the best shape for me to be happy. You really are all that I have left.", the boy said to each and every one of his Pokemon. His Pokemon were still suspicious however, but not a malevolent suspicious. They all wondered why their training was cut short. Normally, they would train for 3 week periods before getting a real break. They could also sense a feeling of sadness in the boy's Aura. They all stared at his eyes, which were a light brown color with tints of blue hidden deep inside. He was clearly hiding something.

Reflect could sense their questioning emotions, for they did not know what happened 2 years ago. They did not know why their Master's Pikachu was missing either. Pikachu was their Master's best friend and very first Pokemon, and yet Pikachu was missing. Reflect's Butterfree then started to speak, "Free, Butter, Free Free?" Reflect looked back and replied, "There no reason for me not to give you guys a break, right? There is no reason to fret. And that is all...please go relax". The boy replied very calmly, yet his Pokemon still knew that something was up. The Pokemon were loyal, and so they dropped it and began to go around either to play, eat, or sleep. Reflect made his way out to his private cave-room.

Pikachu was in Pallet Town once again. Earlier in the year he was just in Johto, and the year before that he was in Kanto. He had traveled on foot, and had sneaked onto a ferry to get to Johto. He was lying near a tree, resting under its comforting shade. He was going to travel to Sinnoh soon, and had decided to skip Hoenn because a certain old acquaintance of his was making a journey through Hoenn. After eating a couple of apples, Pikachu was ready to leave, but as soon as he left for the Pallet Port, a screeching sound was heard, followed by a large display of rainbow lights. "Who's there?!", shouted Pikachu. "You don't remember me from the start of PikaPi's journey? I'm insulted!", Ho-oh said sarcastically. "Oh great Ho-oh, I beg forgiveness from one of Arceus' legends", Pikachu replied with great sincerity. Ho-oh rolled her eyes, recognizing the density from Pikachu's trainer. "Okay, Pikachu, I forgive you", the great bird replied as it chuckled, confusing Pikachu,"but I am here not to chat with you. I have been given strict orders from Lugia to take you to Sinnoh, reducing your time to one, get to Sinnoh, and two, to reduce the time needed to find the Chosen." Pikachu perked up at the good news, and happily obliged. "Will PikaPi be in Sinnoh?", questioned Pikachu. Ho-oh replied, "If I knew I would not be looking would I?". Pikachu then rubbed the back of his head, and jumped on Ho-oh's back.

Pikachu and Ho-oh soared through the sky, but curiosity was itching Pikachu's ear, "Ho-oh, why now that you are taking me to destinations where A- PikaPi could be?" Ho-Oh looked back and said, "Lugia said something about his heart's yearning could be rested in Sinnoh. What that medicine is I do not know. You are a part of that." "Okay", Pikachu said as he gazed forward. They were now in Celestic Town. Pikachu got off and said his goodbye, before leaving to go to the ruins in Celestic, where there was supposedly a message that could help Pikachu as told by Ho-oh.

As Pikachu darted towards the Celestic Ruins, he saw something that he did not like. There was a weird man with parts of steel on his body exiting the ruins with a devilish smile on his face, one of evil. Pikachu quickly hid behind a tree, and waited as the man walked away. Pikachu then quickly ran into the ruins with a sense of darkness in the area. He traversed through the paths and caverns of the caves, to finally land where the 'message' was located. He found something no person should see: A bloody and beaten up beautiful blonde that was lying unconscious. The blood ran through her hair and shirt. The Umbreon-like hair clippings that she wore were disheveled and one was loose. The next part would be the worst, though. Her prized Garchomp had gashes and bruises everywhere. Pikachu ran up to check on Garchomp. It was dead...

And that is a wrap! I know it is kind of dark near the end. This story, of course, will include the legends and Reflect as the Chosen One.

-Is Garchomp going to be permanently dead when there is a certain Aura-user somewhere?

-When will Pikachu find PikaPi?

-When does Reflect show up?

R&R, I will try to update tomorrow