A/N:

Hello fellow Pokémon fans!

I know I haven't posted anything in awhile (And I shouldn't be posting anything anyway; it's not part of my plan!), but I just couldn't resist writing another Ash/Pikachu (Pikashipping) fanfic. Damn that cute, lovable, adorable couple! UGH!

Anyway, a lot of you seemed to like my first Pokemon Ash/Pikachu (Pikashipping) fanfic "Lightning Has Stricken My Heart", and I got good feedback telling me to continue it. The problem is, I don't know where to take it/how to end it. I guess it's just a "One-Shot". Sorry to disappoint those who wanted more.

But maybe this fanfic will make you happier….

Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistake!

Enjoy! :)

Disclaimer: Pokemon does not in anyway belong to me. This fanfic is made out of entertainment purposes only.

A Small Spark Of Familiarity
Written by mpkio2

Chapter 1
Small Spark Of Familiarity

"Who the hell are you and what have you done with Pikachu!"

He didn't believe; my Ash didn't believe me. Though, to be perfectly honest, I didn't blame him. I mean, would you believe someone who told that they're your Pokémon, a Pokémon for whom you have known, created a strong bond of friendship through many adventures, long and wide, for almost four years? Would you believe someone if they told you they're your Best Friend but looked nothing like them? No, I didn't think so.

"Ash," I sigh as I try to explain to the angry and panicked boy in front of me. "For the last time, I'm Pikachu,"

"Don't think you can pull that over me, boy," Ash retorted strongly with a wave of his hand in a gesture of defence and annoyance. "I know my Pikachu when I see him. And you…" He looks me up and down…well, I'm on the floor so he just looks at me, analysing me, actually. "You look nothing like him…"

If Ash is correct about one thing, it's my appearance. I don't look nothing like my usual self. Instead of my yellow fur that covers my body with warmth, my whole body is covered with skin. Yes, skin. Human skin. You heard me; human skin is covering my body, the texture creamy, weird and alien to me, feels like rubber to the touch and makes my body feel skinnier than usual.

Instead of being two feet tall, I am now tall enough to just reach under Ash's height of five feet tall (Though this is just an estimate as I am on the floor and haven't even stood up yet, due basically to fear that I would topple over if I did so). My body shape is skinner. I can move my body easier than before, turn on my hips from side to side, turn my head around without moving my whole body.

No doubt my eyes are different too, for my vision seems different to me, almost like I'm looking out with someone else's eyes, the world looking different but the same, simultaneously. My nose, usually a small button on my face, feels bigger, sharper and more…human. I can smell just fine, but, again, it feels different but…the same, as well.

Although my fur is gone from my body and I do yen to feel it covering my whole body once more, giving me warmth that I so deeply desire, there is at least some relief in the fact blond hair is hanging down in front of me around my face, in front of my eyes, causing my vision to blur. I'm happy that at least one part of my body (my head) would remain warm, and to a temperature that I am used to, in some way.

The body part that has changed the most (Or vanished or missing or disappeared), would have to be my now non-exist zigzag. I miss it already; the way it kept my balance, kept me on steady, showed my unconscious thoughts and emotions…I miss it a lot. How humans live without a tail, I would never be able to fathom. I want my tail back.

But, of course, my wish won't come true for I am no longer (If you couldn't guess it) in my normal Pikachu body, but instead in a human body that I don't even know if the ownership is rightfully mine. I'm in a body that feels alien, disturbing and….like an invasion of privacy. I don't know how to describe it, but there you go. I want out. Now!

"So what's your real name, kid!" Ash asks me. I look up and I see that his arms are folded, awaiting my answer with a angry expression on his face. "And where is Pikachu?"

Why does he call me "kid"? Doesn't he know who I am? He must know! Damn, just look at me Ash, you brainless boy! It's me, your best friend! Come on; know me! But, it appears he doesn't know me; like I'm a stranger to him, like I don't know anything about him, like I'm lying about everything.

"I'm right here!" I exclaim loudly, Wanting Ash to believe me. "I'm Pikachu…well…." I look down at myself, at the body I'm now in. "I don't look like myself…" This did not help matters for Ash "hmped" with a sound of impatience. "But I am Pikachu, Ash!" I add, reassuringly. "How do you think I know your name?"

Ash, my former master, looked slightly startled at this question. "You…er….read it off my bedroom door when you snuck in here!" Ash answered like it was the truth. "Don't play with me, kid!"

"I'm not a kid!" I shout in protest, but once I look down, I realize that my body is that of a thirteen year old boy. Well, in my Pokémon life-span, I had barely reached my fourth birthday, which calculated to be around….thirteen in human years. Oh, so that would mean I'm….a teenager? Wow. I have no idea what it feels like to be a teenager. In Pikachu life, your fourth birthday meant that you were an adult and as such, acted like an adult. But, Pikachu's never went through the process of being a teenager. This was a first for Pikachu, so shouldn't he take the opportunity?

"You are a kid!" Ash retorted, angrily, his foot stomping the floor. "And you're naked in my bedroom!" He's pointing at me now, adding dramatic effect. Oh, Ash….

My nakedness is easily explained. In my former body, I was a Pikachu and, therefore, my fur keeping me warmth, I did not require any clothing. But once in a human body and from being naked from my former body, I would be naked, of course.

"I don't know what your angle is, kid," Ash continues his little rant and rave. "But I don't want nothing to do with it. Just give me back my Pikachu…"

My Pikachu…

He said "My Pikachu"…

Damn you, Ash.

Damn you and everything that makes me love you so much.

Damn.

"I'm right here, Ash," I look up at him, dead in his deep black eyes and I pour my whole soul into his. He looks startled for a second and stumbles slightly. "Just look me in the eyes and tell me I'm not who I say I am…"

Ash looks a little hesitant. I think he's about to leave and call the police, but he then crouches slowly, warily towards me (Like I have the plague or something) and looks me deep in the eyes with his own that sparkle within the bedroom light. I say with my eyes over and over again: "I love you, I love you, I love you…", hoping he would receive the message.

We stay like this for awhile. I slowly put my shaking hand towards his that is placed on the floor, giving him support to look at me with his eyes. My hand touches his and, even though I don't produce electricity anymore, we both feel a small spark of familiarity travel through our bodies.

Ash is shocked immediately and is on the floor, stumbling away with his hands and feet, moving away from me.

"What the heck!" Ash exclaims, obviously shocked (HaHa at the pun), but the current that flowed between our bodies. "Where di that come from?"

I smile and laugh lightly. "You never did like the shocks received from me,"

And then, Ash closes his eyes, opens them, and an emotion that wasn't previously there, now shone brightly.

"Pi…Pikachu?" Ash asked, in wonder, amazement and happiness. "Is that you?"

"Finally," I sigh deeply, looking down to the floor and then to Ash's face. "It took you long enough to realize it was me, Pikapi,"

Ash slowly moves towards me, his face still in shock and happiness. "What happened to you?"

"I really don't know," I answer my friend, honestly, for I have no idea how I turned out the way I have. "If you have any idea, please let me know,"

Ash laughs at this being said. "Will do,"

The room goes quiet for a few seconds before Ash asks in a curious and embarrassed voice:

"Err…Pikachu?"

"Yeah, Ash?" I answer looking at him all the while, seeing his cheeks flash red.

He looks so freaking cute when he looks embarrassed…no, wait, concentrate on what he's asking you…

"Why…why are you naked?" He looks away as if he's the one that isn't wearing any clothes. "You didn't answer that question before…."

So cute…so cute…

I laugh. "No, I didn't, did I?" Ash doesn't answer. "Well, I guess when I transformed from my normal Pikachu body, and seeing I wasn't wearing any clothes then, I wouldn't be wearing any clothes in this body…"

"Oh…" Ash says, looking towards me as if something had struck him (Probably his stomach growling). "So you say you "transformed"; why do you say that?"

"Well, I wasn't a human before, Ash," I answer in an obvious voice.

"But maybe you was put into this….body," Ash settles as he gestures to my body…the human body I'm in…the body that isn't actually mine or….never mind. "Maybe someone did this to you, Pikachu,"

I hear the worry and concern in Ash's voice. I shouldn't of but I smile at him; he cares so much for me. I care for him to…

I put my human hand to his. He looks down at the touch, confusion on his face.

"I'm OK, Ash," I reassure him in a gentle voice. "After all, I'm still here with you,"

The confusion is quickly wiped off his face. "Yeah, I guess that's true," he says, rubbing his other free hand the back of his head.

A rumbling noise is heard throughout the room. I'm ashamed to say that it wasn't Ash's stomach rumbling…

"You hungry, buddy?" Ash asks with a smile on his…freaking beautiful face of an angel.

I feel my face flush red, as fred as my cheeks used to be, I bet. Another useful thing about fur was using it to my advantage at a time like this.

I nod my head, looking away from Ash. God that was embarrassing…

I hear him chuckle slightly (Which doesn't help matters, mind you) as his shadow covers me in darkness. I look up and he is standing over me with his hand stretched out to me and that smile on his face.

"Come on," he says in a happy voice. "Let's go down and figure out this mystery over some lunch…which included ketchup. If you are Pikachu, I know you can't resist ketchup…"

Damn, he's right, of course!

I can't resist that!

Ash…

Oh, damn you Ash!

"I love ketchup," I simply say as I take my friend's hand of support. How he knows I need help standing, I do not know.

On my first attempt at standing, I am wobbly and uncoordinated. On my second, I'm better, but not great; not even good. On my third, I manage with Ash's help. He leads the way out of his room and into the hallway. My arm is around his shoulder for support as I use my wobbly legs to walk, Ash encouraging me and helping me all the way.

His hair smells wonderful in my nostrils. His body feels strong under my weight. His expression of concentration on his face looks cute. He's my Ash, my Pikapi. Ands I love him. And I wish that's what I had said instead of "I love ketchup,"

But maybe I would be able to say it. Now that I can say it, maybe I would find the courage to confess my true feelings to him. Perhaps I should take this opportunity now that I can…

Maybe being in this body will have its advantages after all…

A/N:

Continue?

It's all up to you! (If I don't update, think of this as a "One-Shot")

Was it good? I'm not sure, but I'll let you guys be the judge for that.

Reviews will be most appreciated as always. Accepting any criticism given.

(Hopefully) Until next time :)