A Misty Morning Full of Ash

**Yeah, I don't know if this is accurate at all, but it's my fanfic and if you've got a problem go read another one. Thank you.**

Ash sat on his bed, staring around at his room. It had been twenty years since he had started collecting Pokemon. Since becoming a master, he had let them all go live freely…except for Pikachu. He couldn't bear to part with him; they had been friends, partners in crime, and more than master and Pokemon for so long.

He sighed and looked out the window. The dawn was approaching, and Ash knew that he couldn't stay here forever. He was a master, and he truly knew that being a master was being willing to let your Pokemon live freely. He knew that, and—

Tears were falling down his face before he knew it. Pikachu was the only one left. He had had many Pokemon, but Pikachu was the only one that remained. And he knew that in order to become a true master, he must let him go. He didn't know why. Heck, he wanted to keep all of his Pokemon. He also knew that they needed to be free and live without their dependence on Ash.

"Ash?" a voice called from his doorway. Ash flipped around to see Misty.

"Misty," he breathed.

She put a hand on her hip, looking beautiful. She still wore the same overall-shorts with the same mid-belly yellow shirt underneath. Her hair was still in a side ponytail. She looked the same, and yet more beautiful to Ash. He felt his body tremor in desire to kiss her.

"Thinking about letting Pikachu go?" she asked. "I heard what you were doing with your other Pokemon. That's a sad life, Ash."

"Well what am I supposed to do, Misty? New Pokemon appear all the time."

"Maybe they do. That doesn't mean you should abandon your other Pokemon into the wild."

"The need to be free," he said simply, not looking at her. Even though he was now taller than her, he was embarrassed by her comment. She could be absolutely right…or completely wrong.

Silence greeted his last statement, and Ash could practically hear Misty's mind whirring…or he wished that was her mind. It could be his own telling him that Misty loved him like he loved her.

"It's been a long time," she finally said, taking a few steps closer to him. Ash nodded, trying not to let his desires be known to Misty. They had been through too much to give in just like that. Misty was one of his best friends, and Ash wouldn't take that risk with her. No matter how much he wanted to.

With her standing one inch in front of him, though, it was hard to think rationally.

"Ash," she whispered, staring up at him. Suddenly, Ash couldn't help himself. His lips locked with hers, and their tongues moved as one. Ash had been waiting every since he was ten for this kiss, even if he didn't know it back then. "Ash," she said again, burying her face into his chest. "You don't have to let him go. Pikachu can stay with you."

Ash pulled away and gave Misty a sad look. He held her by the shoulders as he said, "Unfortunately, that's exactly what I have to do. It feels right." He called Pikachu over and leaned down so he was closer to Pikachu's height. "Listen, buddy. I love you so much, and we've been such a great team. I never thought the day for me to let you go would ever come; I thought I would keep you forever. Pikachu, I will never forget you. If you can…p-please come visit me." Ash began to sob as Pikachu, even sobbing himself, gave Ash a little hug and scurried out his window, out of sight, but not out of mind. Ash's sobs grew worse and worse until Misty pulled him into her arms and let him cry. She shed a tear too: Pikachu would not soon be forgotten.

And so that misty morning full of ash ended.