Hello Pokemon world! Lately I've been trying to find a good Ash & Misty story, with no luck. I may find one that I just start getting into and then I discover that the last time it was updated was like 3 years ago -_-

So I've taken it into my own hands to try and write one. Hope it turns out good, and you guys like it! Let me know what you think! The story takes place at the end of Ash's journey. It begins with him on his way home. This will be rated M for later chapters. Also the chapters start out on the short end, but around the 8th one they get longer, and more detailed. I'm learning as I write this story!

-UPDATE (11-13-2015)- I had literally just started my steps in writing when I started this, so if my way of writing doesn't appeal to you at first, I recommend skipping ahead into a later chapter of Part 2 and reading an excerpt from that. Give this story a chance, I assure you the writing gets much better the farther you get.

Ash has done it! 15 years since he very first met Pikachu, Ash has become a Pokemon Master. Well, in his own way. Ash has matured over the years, and he has come to realize that he may never own every pokemon, but it's his relationships he has with them that makes him a master. Some may question his seemingly sudden change of thought, but the truth is, he has been having these thoughts for a while. He missed home, his mother, and his friends. Ash glanced down at his partner Pikachu while they walked along the road. Pikachu yawned big. Ash smiled, he was a pokemon master! He knew it in his heart, and it was now time to return home. He passed a sign that read "Pallet Town 2 miles". He let his mind wander, thinking about his journey and old friends. He thought of Misty and Brock, how long had it been since he last seen them? 10 years?! It couldn't have been already! He suddenly felt guilty. They helped him learn and grow so much in his first year as a trainer, and he rarely talked to them. Well, he would make up for lost time! He promised himself. His mind wandered off to the first days he met Misty and Brock. He chuckled to himself when he remembered Misty's bike. He hadn't even glanced in her direction when he had stolen it. Before he knew it, there was a fiery red head yelling at him in the pokemon center, and all he could do was stammer. He missed Misty. Sure she could be hard headed, and stubborn, but she was always there for him. Cheering him on when he needed it. Giving him advice, that he never asked for, but it always somehow helped him out. His mind continued to wander, until he felt a light tug on his pant leg. Ash stopped walking, and looked down at his pokemon. Pikachu was pointing ahead of him. Ash looked up. Pallet Town lay before him, he was home!

"Let's go Pikachu" He shouted, and bolted down the hill.

"Pikachupi"!

The yellow rodent took off after his trainer. Ash ran, ignoring the stitch developing in his side. His backpack slapping him on the back, and his pokeballs jingling at his waist. His house came into view, and he picked up his pace. He slid to a stop outside of the white front gate. He remembered that gate being much taller, almost eye level. Now it was half his height. He put his hand on it, and pushed it open. He walked up the pathway to the front door, realizing how hard he had ran as he panted. Ash reached the door, and wondered if he should knock. Make his mother answer to door expecting company, and he would be there instead. He decided that's what he would do. He rapped on the door three times. Pikachu jumped up his clothes and sat on his shoulder. The door opened. Delia appeared in the doorway, and before she even had a chance to recognize that her son was home, Pikachu leaped forward.

"Chaaa"!

Pikachu landed in Delia's arms, and nestled himself in tight.

"Oh my son is home" she almost shouted with joy.

Ash stepped forward and hugged his mother.

"This is such a pleasant surprise" she said, "What are you doing back"?

"I'm home for good mom" Ash said catching his mother off guard.

"What" she asked, "what about becoming a Pokemon master"?

"I already am mom" he told her, stepping into the house, "well, in my heart anyway".

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy" she said, letting Pikachu down on the couch, "are you hungry? I just made lunch".

Ash stomach growled at the wonderful smell that was flowing from the kitchen. He just realized how hungry he was.

"You know it" he said, "what'd you make"?

"Just some of my special home Lasagna" she replied.

"That sounds amazing" Ash nearly shouted, and ran into the kitchen.

Pikachu hot on his tracks. Ash was already fixing his plate when Delia walked into the kitchen.

"Have you told your friends you're home"?

"Not yet" Ash said, "I figured I'd rest for the first day and then get around to seeing them all".

"That sounds like a good start sweetie" Delia said, grabbing herself a plate.

They ate and talked about Ash's adventures he had, and all the friends he made. Ash talked and talked. He truly hadn't realized exactly how many adventures he had been on. As the sun sank, Ash began to yawn. Pikachu let one out too. Ash's bed seemed to be calling his name. He hugged his mom goodnight, and headed to his room. He opened the door, and stepped in. It looked almost the exact same as the day he left on his journey. The same Pokemon bedsheets, and the same Pokemon wall posters decorated his room. Ash dropped his backpack on the floor, and stripped down to his boxers. He crawled onto his bed, the very soft bed. It felt like a cloud! He was too used to a sleeping bag he told himself. Pikachu hopped up on his pillow, and nestled next to his head. His black hair laying over Pikachu's yellow.

"Goodnight buddy" he said, "tomorrow we'll go see everyone".