AN-Well, this is my second attempt at a Pokemon fanfic. So go easy on me.
READ THIS FIRST or you will get confused. Just a little FYI.
Ash is 20
And Brock is 25.
If any other characters come in, you can do the math, or I'll let you know how old they are.
It takes place in Pewter City, Ash and Brock live together as Brock continues his role as Gym Leader. Ash isn't sure what he does anymore…
WARNING-Slightly out of character.
So anyways, before I give too much away, Enjoy, and leave me reviews. Constructive criticism is good, but if you flame me, I'll delete it. If you don't like it, don't read it. Simple.
Light pierced the darkness, in little beams and strings all around. As if the endless space around him were cracking and breaking to pieces. He lifted his arms to shield his face, but nothing happened. He looked around, and it appeared he was underwater. Those beams of light he saw was only the sun , dancing and playing about on the water's surface, penetrating the depths below.
Suddenly realizing that he was breathing underwater, he momentarily panicked. He knew he was in the ocean, but didn't understand why he was there.
He desperately glanced around him, searching for something…someone that might familiarize it all.
"Where am I?!" He screamed in his head. Fearful of opening his mouth.
The boy was suddenly grabbed by something. Something huge. It was monstrous! He screamed, but nothing came out. Just a soundless cry for help. But who would help? No one was there!
The creature and he broke the surface, and he saw the ocean growing smaller below him, as this monster lifted him higher into the air. He heard enormous wings flapping, but couldn't crane his neck to see it.
The monster let out a deafening cry just before letting go of the boy letting him drop hundreds of feet in the air. When he hit the water….he awoke.
Ash shot out of bed, gasping for air, drenched in sweat. For all he knew, he had been in the ocean. He threw off his covers, and sat hunched over the side of the bed, running his fingers through his wet, jet black hair, struggling to maintain his composure.
He concluded he was either hyperventilating, having an anxiety attack…or both. His fingers were numb, and the muscles in his arms and legs were aching with spasms. He laid back in bed, and attempted to soothe himself with music from his MP3.
Unfortunately, all attempts to return to a peaceful sleep had failed. Ash laid in bed for 3 hours, until he saw the first lights of a new day creep into his room. "Damnit." he hissed, and reluctantly got out of bed. His Pikachu, still asleep. Snoring soundly, "Chu….chu….chuu."
Brock was still asleep, of course. It was only 6:30. Seeing as he wouldn't get any sleep for a while, Ash gathered the makings for a cup of coffee, and sat at the kitchen table, watching the news for a few hours. This made Ash feel old, and he laughed to himself. He didn't listen to it much, it was just white noise. He tried to make sense of that stupid dream he kept having. What did it mean? Heaving a frustrated sigh, he traced his middle finger around the rim of the coffee cup thoughtfully, as if it would conjure up an answer.
On his 5th cup, Brock entered the kitchen, yawning and stretching quite noisily. "Mornin' Ash." he said, making a bee line to the fridge. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the poor boy.
"Sleep well?" he asked, noticing dark circles under Ash's eyes. Ash began to fidget in a mixture of his own edginess, and caffeine.
"Nope." Ash responded. Brock cocked a worried eyebrow. He poured himself a cup of orange juice, and took a seat beside his friend.
"It was that dream again wasn't it?" he whispered. As if whispering would make it any less worse.
Instead of being rude, Ash simply said. "Yeah it was. I couldn't go back to sleep."
After a long awkward silence, with the News Reporter blabbing about gas prices in the background, Brock said "Have you been taking your medicine." He said it sternly, as if he were Ash's father.Ash had almost had it with that stuff. Its not that he didn't want to take it. It was that he could never remember to take it. He was too busy.
Suddenly frustrated with the grim reminder, Ash dug his face into his hands, and massaged his temples with his fingers, and finally responded. "No."
"Well there's your problem." Brock rose from the table, and rummaged through one of the small cabinets above the microwave. Brock threw Ash a small orange medicine bottle. He opened it, and popped one into his mouth, and washed it down with luke warm coffee.
Brock grabbed a change of clothing, along with a granola bar, and headed out. He had a gym to run after all.
"See ya." He called. Ash merely waved his hand. Not really motivated to do much.
AN- Well, what do you think?