Ash and Pikachu sat side by side looking upon the distant, magenta sunset gleaming in their eyes. Ash had never seen Pikachu so happy. He seemed so chirpy and excited. He would turn his head into the direction of Ash every so often, and produced a loud smile. Ash would reply by patting him gently on the head, smiling back at him. Normally after a day of training, Pikachu would be so tired that he wouldn't even be awake at this time. Ash seemed to be enjoying the time he was spending with him. The training didn't do anything for their relationship, but this seemed different. For the first time in a long time, they were finally bonding again. Ash decided to call it a night. "Come on Pikachu." He announced. Ash pushed himself off the hard, dirty ground positioning his shoes on the spot, standing tall beside Pikachu. "Pikachu! Did you hear me or not?" "Pika!" He replied. "Pika, pika!" And a couple more times to make himself clear. It looked as if Pikachu wouldn't budge. "Oh come on. I'm tired, and it's freezing out here." Pikachu crossed his arms and turned himself into what looked like a solid rock. "Oh for.." Ash sighed. Ash bent down to Pikachu's level and pulled him until he was lifted with him. Ash succeeded and as he did Pikachu cried out. "PIKA! PIKA!" He was struggling and shoving in Ash's arms. Reassuringly Ash rocked him, and told the story about the time Pikachu and him first met. Pikachu was still trying to get down at the beginning of it, but he settled as Ash continued to talk. When Ash was trecking home with Pikachu safely in his arms, still telling the story, he looked down. He noticed Pikachu was asleep. "Oh, Pikachu. Trust you to get bored of my stories." He sighed to himself. Ash continued walking a few steps more and he arrived at his home. He digged into his deep, patchy pocket and revealed a key. He inserted it into the key hole and quietly opened the door with only a few creaks. He realised that everyone might be asleep, therefore he didn't shout up to tell them he was home. He stepped into the kitchen, and boiled the kettle with Pikachu still safe in his arms. He poured himself a warm cup of tea and held it in his free arm. He journed through the house and onto the staircase, he slowly stepped on each step until he reached his room. He placed Pikachu into his bed, and tucked the covers over him, fluffing his pillow before doing so. He moved his head to the side, still looking at him and once again smiling. Me and Pikachu have something special, he thought to himself. We're different. In a good way.