Well, it's finally here folks! Thanks to all who reviewed my previous story, I was very happy. So this is for you all out there, and thanks again!

Oh yes, the ages are as follows: 1)Ash: 20 (2)Misty: 22 (And by the way Ash doesn't have to be dense in this story)

Disclaimer: (Sigh) My second story and I'm already bored with this rubbish. Oh well, I don't own Pokemon (Wahhhhh!) but I do own this fic.

A 10 YEARS RE-UNION

CHAPTER 1: THE DREAM

A 20 year old tall black haired Pokemon master was sitting on a hotel chair, with his Pikachu on his lap, taking a long deserved vacation. The man had his eyes closed, dreaming about something, something, the same dream that had been haunting him for the past 10 years, when they had parted. He had lost all their numbers, making it impossible for him to call them. What was the dream about? Was it about them? Sometimes, he could hear voices, some shouting at him, some praising him. He knew whose voice was shouting at him, always shouting at him. He hated that voice, that person, she had made his life miserable…

"Pika Pika!" ("Wake up!") said Pikachu.

His Pikachu had never evolved, but his trainer preferred it like that anyway.

"What Pikachu?" He asked slowly, half still engrossed in his dream.

"Pika!" ("Up!")

"Okay Okay!" He replied, annoyed.

Feeling slightly angry, he opened his eyes to see a lady standing over him. "Sir, if you have registered for the skiing classes, it will start in 20 minutes. Please use the Ski Lift to get up to the mountain." She said.

"That's us all right." Replied Ash. "Thanks ma'am."

"C'mon Pikachu, lets go".

He walked outside to the Ski Lift, the Pikachu on his head. He walked for 3 minutes, finally reaching his destination, and sitting on a Lift, waiting for it to start. He then immediately settled back into his dream, trying to find out what it meant, when his Pikachu tried to catch a packet of ketchup from his master's pocket, and fell on his master's lap. Meanwhile, in his dream…A twirl of blue and red, then suddenly the dream changing, and a voice calling him, Ash, Ash! For a moment he thought the voice was actually calling him, he felt good for once, then it came again, the day she had shouted at him, then he retaliated and threw something on her feet, and they broke up, never to be seen again, both going to their own ways, not sparing a thought for their other friend, who gave up and trying to put them back together and sadly sighted, going his way too.

FLASHBACK 7 YEARS:

Ash, Ash! Someone called him. He turned round to see her looking at him extremely angry. Immediately he knew that she was in her fiercest tempers, and that soon an argument would break out.

"What?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.

"I'll tell you what". She shouted. "Why did you give that thing to Togepi?"

Referring to Ash giving Togepi something to eat, one of his own creations.

"I told you not to give any of your abysmal cooking to it, didn't I?" She continued.

He became angry at this. Sure, his cooking wasn't exactly top-of-the-range, but it wasn't bad either. In fact, for him, it was actually quite good. He was taking Pokemon cooking lessons from Brock, and had learnt a lot. What did she expect, a chef? But when he saw little Togepi sitting in her arms crying, he felt sorry for it and said honestly, "I'm sorry."

"I…I don't care! Damn your sorry, look at how Togepi is crying!" She continued in rage. "All of because of you, because of your stupid…"

But she was cut off…

Then I don't care about you either, you bitch! To him, it had gone on far enough. He, now at his top, continued.

"At least I tried to say sorry, didn't I? I just thought it might be a little treat for the egg!"

Neither of them knew that Togepi was not crying because it didn't like what he had given it, but rather that it wanted more. No one, except for Pikachu, that is.

"Well see now, what you did to poor Togepi!?" Tears running down her face because of him hurting her so much. She had never shown this side of her personality, let alone a single tear.

"I hate you Ash Ketchum! And I never want to see you again!"

"Fine!". He shouted "And don't forget to take the money for your stupid bike! I wish I never had found it in the first place, so that I never had even met you!"

And, taking something out of his inner jacket pocket, he through it at her feet, and walked away. She, crying now, began walking away, too. All that was left was another boy, slightly taller then both of them, who picked up the money, knowing that it was no use trying to bring them back together, deciding that he would send it by post to its rightful owner, and finally…walking away too.

Well how was that? Please tell me wheather I should continue or not. I've already written the whole story, and i'm just waiting to see thae results. Oh well, hope you enjoyed it and once again Please review!

P.S.:Sorry if anybody thinks i've copied. There are about a million fics on this site and everybody can't have a different idea.

-Pika786-