Of Bread and Nights

Ash and gang were once again traveling through a forest...

"I'm hungry..."
"Me too," Misty added in.
"Pika pi," Pikachu sucked in a deep breath to ease the weird noise erupting from his little tummy.

"You know what guys? I suggest we take a break," Brock chided.

"BUT I WANT TO GET MY NEXT GYM BADGE!"
Two spearows and a flock of pidgeys flew out of the nearby trees. A disgruntled hooting sound could be heard from another.

"For someone so hungry, he does have a loud voice," Misty sniffed.
"Chill Ash, Maybe we can have a sandwich while we walk."

There was silence and only the twitter of pidgeys and the caw of a murkrow could be heard.

"Brock! What a good idea!" Ash's eyes teared with joy.
"Your reflexes are getting a little rusty, Ash."
"Who cares? As long as I get the grub!" Ash skipped merrily around Brock as he fumbled for the sandwich.

Then he froze.

"Whassa matter, Brock-boy?"
"Ahhh.... We've only got one sandwich left," Brock muttered.

"Givittomeeeee!" Ash growled.
"Hey! I'm hungry too!" Misty snarled in return.
"But I can't share, this sandwich is only big enough for a rattata!"
"But we'll starve!"
"I won't!
"You're selfish!"
"This is a matter of survival of the fittest!"
"What's this?! Survivor?!"
"The things starvation can do."
"PikaCHU!" Pikachu insisted.
"Eat the Pokechow!"
"Chaaaa..." Pikachu nodded its head, as though it forgot something.
"Prrrriiiiiiiiiiii!" Togepi trilled, flapping its arms and at the exact moment, two caterpie fell out of the tree, asleep.

"Why me?" Brock moaned, as the two continued bickering, not noticing the fallen bugs.
"The famous Brock Slate who specialises in gourmet cooking has actually run out of food? Why me?"

"Fine! I won't talk to you any more!"
"Good idea! Whoever talks first won't get to eat the sandwich!"
"Hrrmph!"
"Brock, you be the judge," Misty faced a currently moaning Brock.

~10 minutes later~

The trio trudged on down the dirt path, aware of the many snapping twigs and each other's breathing.
Ash was grumbling deep inside. So was his tummy.

*Are you Ash?*

"Huh?" Ash whipped his head around, but could see no-one.
"I WIN!" a very much starved Misty leaped for the sandwich.
"No fair!"
Just then, a murkrow swooped down and snatched the bread away.

"Hey!" Gimme back my food!" Misty cried out.
"Should we follow it?" Brock asked warily, still very humiliated.
"Whaddya think, Stone head?"
And the 4th Cerulean sister dragged Brock away by the ear. (Don't tell Violet and gang I said "4th Cerulean sister".)

Ash was left behind, with a not so hungry Pikachu. (Brock gave it some pokechow.)

"Pika?"
"I heard a voice, pikachu," Ash answered, head still turning in all directions.
"Not exactly 'heard' either, it was like the voice was in my head."
"Pi?"

*It's called telepathy. If you wanna know where I am, follow your friends.*

This time, both Pikachu and Ash heard it.
And they were hot on Misty's trail.

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BianHu: This is a first, me writing a Pokemon fic.
FuHu: Yeah...
BianHu: Hey! I haven't created you (Author's power), how come you just popped out of my imagination?!?
FuHu:*shrug*
Pumpkin-pie: A very imaginative rabbit.
*FuHu bonks Pumpkin-pie on the head.*
BianHu: I LOVE my creations! ~^-^~
FuHu: Thanks, bro. ~o^ v
Pumpkin-pie: Help?