23/05/13: Before you read this fic, please be aware that everything after this is old. There might be slight OOC-ness, the writing isn't what I'd consider my best nowadays, etc. Y'know, the usual 'old fic' stuff ;) So please keep that in mind as you read. Thanks, and enjoy the fic! :)A/N: Well. A few days ago I was just talking about the Spanish version of "Bound for Trouble", and how much I wanted to see it. And then I decided to write a fanfic with the same name (My Friend Pikachu being the name of "Bound for Trouble" in the Spanish dub). Just another cutesy little Krazyshipping oneshot. Enjoy.
13/9/09: What can I say? The internet was off. Enjoy! c:
My Friend Pikachu
Nyasu yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked out of the window. "Beautiful morning.." he mumbled. "...Too bad there's no one to share it with.."
He stretched, and glanced behind him at his partners, Musashi and Kojiro. "Still asleep.." he mused. After thinking for a few minutes, he swiftly crossed the room and walked out of the door, carrying on until he was outside of the Team Rocket Headquarters. "I'll catch that Pikachu if it kills me," he said.
Pikachu stirred, as the sunlight filtered in through the trees. Blinking, he smiled. He loved the first sights of morning. A quick glance confirmed his suspicions; Satoshi, Kasumi and Takeshi were still asleep. It was a lovely morning.. he should go on a walk! No one would be awake for ages, surely.. only the wild pokemon, and with any luck, even they would be asleep. It was a perfect morning.
As luck would have it, Nyasu and Pikachu were close to each other; both of them had slept in the same town, very close to one another, though neither one knew it - Nyasu knew that Pikachu, and his.. friends were in the area, but not the exact location. It was because of this that he was pleasantly surprised when he spotted the Pikachu. He rubbed his hands together, and muttered to himself, "Hehe.. I'm going to get that Pikachu today.." But when he saw how happy the Pikachu was... He wasn't sure if he wanted to do it.
Still, he started to follow the Pikachu, though he wasn't sure why, exactly.. Each step made him feel more triumphant, and it started to dawn on him.
They were alone. And no one would ever know what happened, if neither one told.. he started to walk faster, fueled by this thought. Eventually... he was found. Predictably, Pikachu shocked him, but he stood there still, giggling like a maniac. And eventually, he stepped forward, took Pikachu's hand, and came closer.. closer...
"Let's play, Pikachu."
Pikachu didn't know what made him play tag with the cat Pokemon, in the first hours of the morning. But he liked it.