[[ My first pokemon story!! Woo!! I hope you all will like it; this is gonna be around….about….ohh….10 chapters….Hopefully…]]
Ash sat at the base of a highway light, leaning his back against it. He was 13 now and…
*cough* …Lost…. *cough*
He let out a large sigh of depression. Misty was lost, or kidnapped, or whatever possibility she was gone without trace, and Brock, well, Ash sarcastically told him one day to go to a tavern and pick up a drunk woman (even a drunk woman wouldn't like him). Brock took it as a real suggestion, so he did just that. (Ash wasn't surprised at this) Pikachu now had a black scar on his cheek that went right through his electro-cheek.
Pikachu leaned up against Ash and let out the same sigh. "Pi…pika" Pikachu had a lower tone in his voice,...a lot more lower....
Ash patted Pikachus head and rubbed below his ears. "It's a lot more quiet without Misty or Brock, aint it."
Pikachu nodded in agreement.
Ash looked up at the setting sun, still rubbing under Pikachus ears. "We should get to a poke center soon, its getting late. Pikachu lifted his head and looked into the horizon. "Pika" Ash lifted Pikachu in his arms.
Ash walked through the sliding glass doors and rented a room. [AN: duh?]
Ash set Pikachu on the bed and took off his vest. He lay down on the bed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Its fun to walk all day non stop, isn't it." He sarcastically said, grinning. Pikachu rolled his eyes and stretched, while Ash did a very nasty crack of the neck.
-At Night, Ash is calmly sleeping, Pikachu curled up in a lil' fluff ball, against Ash's chest-
-They woke to pigeottos and ferows singing-
Ash was eating his breakfast (wow, he's not scoffing it down like always. It's a miracle!!!!)While Pikachu was staring out the window. "PIKA!!" he shouted in alarm. Ash immediately looked up from his food and to Pikachu. Pikachu stared back at Ash and pointed out the window. Ash got up and looked out, and saw a tornado far, far away.