A/N: So, it's about time I entertained you guys. I'm working on a Pokemon one-shot, but it's going along so slowly, and I need a new commitment. My muse is at it's all-time low, but I'll struggle forth to keep this updated at least once a week.

Plot: In a parallel universe, the Pokemon run the show, not the humans. When Giovanni's ambitious plans succeed, the world is turned upside down, and the humans are now the lower specimens with Team Rocket in control. In a parallel universe, Pokemon rule. Can Ash reunite with Misty, Dawn, May, Max and Brock to find Arceus and right the wrongs of the human race?

WARNING:descriptive rape scenes, language, and violence. Includes eventual Rocketshipping, Pokeshipping, and friendship between Team Rocket and Ash & Co. and friendship Comashipping, Ash x May (advanceshipping), Ash x Jessie, slight Ash x Dawn, and finally and one-scene pairing of Ash x Giovanni. Man, that boy knows how to get the gals… and guy….

___________________Chapter 01: Worthless____________________

Nothing was going right.

Ash lay on his bed, his eyes closed tightly and the blankets wrapped around him like a cocoon. In the other room, the TV blared angrily at Dawn and Brock as they watched the Sinnoh League results.

Or what was left of them.

In fact, the League hadn't even been completed; the only standing trainer losing the battle right before the final. Without opponents, the League members could go home, but the news station still replayed what thye could.

And Ash had lost.

It wasn't his only defeat - he lost the Indigo league, too. The fact that he had been one of the earlier trainers to be denounced was what bothered him the most. But Brock had insisted that he and Dawn watch it again, though Ash had refused. He didn't want to see the pride in his opponents eyes, nor the terrible strategy he had come up with.

Dawn sighed, finally begging Brock to turn it off. "Ash doesn't need to be humiliated," she reasoned. Brock only nodded, turning the screen black. They crossed over to Ash's room, Dawn knocking on the door lightly.

"Ash? Please come out."

No response.

She sighed, looking at Brock. The older boy's face held no expression as he forcefully pounded the door.

"You can't mope forever, Ash Ketchum," But Dawn grabbed his forearm before another slam could be delivered.

"Brock, he feels bad enough." She slowly turned the doorknob, motioning for Brock to follow. As she approached Ash's bed, the defeated boy grabbed an old, broken Poke ball and flung it at her, much force put behind the throw. She squeaked and jumped out of the way, the white and red catching device now hurtling at Brock, who successfully caught it.

"Leave me alone," mumbled Ash, tucking his arm back under the covers. Brock only shook his head.

"This is exactly what he did with Misty during the Indigo League." Growling, he flung the Poke Ball back at his friend, successfully hitting the back of Ash's disheveled black head. Ash whirled around, brown eyes glaring at Brock hatefully.

"What the hell was that for?"

Brock frowned. "I could ask the same from you."

Now was not the time for fighting, but Ash just had to let all his rage out. "Well, why don't you do what I say and leave me alone? Then you wouldn't get Poke Balls flung at your head!"

Dawn gulped. "Guys-"

"Shut up!" The statement from Ash made Dawn's jaw drop. He never used words like that, not the Ash she knew. "This is exactly what I'm talking about! You idiots never leave me alone." He swung his head to meet the blue-haired girl, eyes as red as coal embers.

Brock came to defend Dawn, acting as large as possible. "Hey! Don't you talk to use like that." Ash, now out of bed, backed up submissively, lowering his head so ebony banges shielded his eyes. "You can be such a jerk sometimes…" Dawn felt Brock grab her wrist, pulling her away from the defeated Sinnoh League contestant.

"I'm sorry, Ash…" She gave her friend one more sympathetic look before leaving with Brock.

He couldn't take it anymore. Throwing himself back onto the bed, Ash covered himself with the blanket, burying deep underneath the fabric kingdom. Ash buried his head in his arms, crying softly. All that hard work, all that training now leading to nothing. Where would he go, now? There wasn't a future for poor Ash Ketchum, not one he could see. With all of his Pokemon in the Center and Pikachu on Death Row, the only direction he could go was down.

Maybe he hadn't tried hard enough. Pikachu had taken a massive blow from his opponent's Bronzor, who he knew to be a weak Pokemon. But in just two swift moves Pikachu, his last resort Pokemon, was down, and he soon found to be suffering serious damage. Ash knew he would never forgive himself if Pikachu died, and by the looks of things it might.

As night fell, Ash found himself drifting off, his quiet sobs soon replaced by light, calming snores.

"News from Headquarters! It seems that a group of Charizard have come down from their resting place to terrorize the city! It… It looks like they are… they are burning the city down!"

Dawn and Brock watched with wide eyes as the TV screen showed a clan of Charizard burning down the Global Trade Station of Jubilife city, the first stop on their Sinnoh expedition, People were running, screaming, and fleeing the scene. Eventually the Reporters dropped the camera, joining the mob as they headed for the entrance of Jubilife City. They both agreed it had been a sight to see. "Wow," muttered Dawn, staring down at her skirt.

"Hey. I'm going down to the Pokemon Center, so watch my stuff for me, okay?"

Dawn and Brock turned around to see a very tired-looking Ash Ketchum, dressed in unfamiliar attire. Instead of his usual black and yellow vest, he wore an alien blue and white jacket over the usual black T-shirt. His once black and green cap had now been replaced with a white and red hat, with a strange sideways V mark on the front. In panic, Dawn squealed, trying to understand what was going on. "Ash! W… Why are you dressed that way?"

Blowing a strand of raven hair out of his face, Ash gave her the most annoyed look he could. "This was my old stuff, Dawn." Dawn, the girl who barely know how to battle, who couldn't catch a single Pokemon, who looked so beautiful during the contests. And yet here he was, treating her like shit under his foot.

He didn't care. All he was concerned about was Pikachu.

Thankfully, Brock filled her in. "Ash wore that outfit when I first met him, Dawn. He's been changing them ever since we visited the Johto Region." She nodded, her eyes mystical. Brock turned back to Ash. "And alright. I'll make sure nothing gets stolen, Your Highness."

"Bastard," mumbled Ash before slamming the door.

___________________Chapter 01: End____________________

A/N: Woah, supershortchapter guys. Sorry, please forgive me. The story will be updated more frequently at this time, but I'm going away fro a camp on Sunday, so don't expect to see much until Saturday. Ash is a bit OOC right now, but that's just because he's still pissed about losing the Sinnoh league. Here's a super short preview of chapter 2, Crazy.

Jessie stared at James. "What are you saying, James?"

The green eyed man looked away, a crestfallen expression on his usual placid face. "I… think it's time we split up."

Stay Tuned!