A/N: This will be one of the stories that make you say 'what the fuck is wrong with her.' I don't know why I wrote this. The idea just popped into my head at like 3 am the other day. I'm writing this around 1:30 now. And again I just had to use Ash for who knows why. I just knew I really wanted to write this. I needed an extra character for this so I just picked Tomoyo from Tsubasa. Grrr...Tomoyo. I don't know why, but I just can't stand her. I dislike her like Dawn, only soooo much more. (Sorry to any Dawn and Tomoyo fans) I don't know why. Wait, why am I talking about a Tsubasa character in the author note of a pokemon story? Oh well. So please enjoy this. And please review when you are done. Reviews are what keeps me sane. Thanks.^^

Satoshi couldn't stop the tears from flowing. He curled himself into a ball into the corner of the hotel room he had got, crying his eyes out. He was alone. Completely alone. All his friends had left him at one point or another. Kasumi. Takeshi. Haruka. Masato. Hikari. Shigeru. All had left because of responsibilities and the idea of having their dreams fulfilled leaving the raven haired boy alone with only his Pikachu. But now even Pikachu was gone, an accident involving Team Rocket had turned fatal for the once yellow mouse pokemon, who now was lying dead in the pokemon center a brilliant crimson. He was alone without a single friend left, especially when he needed one most.

Why did they have to leave him? His closest friends, the ones he treasured most. Why? They were supposed to be together forever, always by each others side. But apparently nothing, not even friendship, lasted forever.

He wanted someone to lean down and hug him. To tell him it'll all be okay even though he knew it wouldn't. He wanted to feel the presence of somebody else, sitting next to him. But nothing happened. No comfort. No love. No nothing. The lack of companionship only made the jagged hole in his chest widen, emptiness running through his body.

Home. He wanted to go home. What was the point of continuing his journey if he was alone? Without friends? Without Pikachu? At least at home he could see his mother again. Her comforting hugs. Company. As soon as he bought a ticket, he would return to Kanto. To Pallet.

He eventually cried himself to sleep.

"Satoshi! You're home!" Hanako cheered as she greeted her son at the front door. She gave him a large hug, nearly sufficating him, although the boy somewhat welcomed it. Hanako looked down at the boy with hidden concern. Satoshi had obviously lost a lot of wait, and under dull amber eyes were bags from lack of sleep. He looked paler than before and he looked like he had just thrown on something to wear, not even bothering to try. Hanako figured losing Pikachu had been extremely hard for him. Satoshi gave a weak smile.

"Hi mom," Satoshi said, yawning slightly. She released him from her death grip, still gently holding him by the shoulders. She put on a bright smile, trying to cheer him up.

"I know things have been tough for you, but everything will be okay. I know it," his mother said, leading him inside. Satoshi had missed his home. The freakish cleanliness. The smell of lemon cleaner and pie; every week his mother would bake several pies and distrubute them through the small town of pallet. The soft, musical sound of the wind chimes in the gentle breeze. "Why don't you head up stairs and relax? I'll call you when lunch is ready," his mother suggested. Satoshi simply nodded and walked up the stairs to his room. He waited a minute before opening his bedroom door.

It was exactly the same. Noting had changed. On the walls were posters of pokemon, especially of the starters Bulbasaur, Squirtle, and Charmander. On his desk was pokemon figures and a broken, pokeball alarm clock. In the corner was a Snorlax bean bag chair. The entire room was filled with poke items. He sighed and fell backwards onto his bed. He looked to the side and saw his old Squirtle plush that he had had since who knows how long. He grabbed it and flung it across the room. Too tired to keep his eyes open, he fell asleep.

A knocking at his door cause his amber eyes to flashed open. He sat up, somewhat startled. He looked around, confused, before recalling that he was at home.

"Satoshi! Come on! Lunch is ready! And there is a surprise for you!" Hanako called from the hall, cheery. Satoshi sighed. He really didn't feel like eating or doing anything else for that matter, but he knew his mother would be even more worried than she already was if he didn't at least try to act okay. He stood up slowly and ran his fingers through his messy raven hair, trying to control the complete mess, although he failed. He opened the door and walked quietly down the stairs, lacking his usual bounce. His mother waited at the bottom of the stairs. She patted him on the back and pointed towards the kitchen.

"Lunch is there along with your surprise," his mother grinned. Satoshi gave a fake smile back. She, with a broom, walked away to join Mr. Mime in cleaning. Satoshi's smile faded from his face. Whatever his surprise was, he doubted it would cheer him up much. He walked into the kitchen greeted by the aroma of his favorite foods and a unexpected felt his back collide with the floor and he let out a small yelp. He opened an eye to see what had attacked him, and let out a gasp.

Large, teal eyes. Bright orange hair. A side ponytail. Kasumi. Kasumi was here on top of him. One of his oldest friends. Here. Finally, a friend.

"K-kasumi? What are you doing here?" Satoshi yelled out, still shocked that the Cerulean gym leader was there. Kasumi got off of him and helped the boy off of the floor. She gave him a giant hug, squeezing the life out of him. She was always freakishly strong.

"Your mom called and said that you were coming home. I-I'm really sorry to here about Pikachu," Kasumi whispered as she put her hand on his shoulder. She had adored the electric mouse as well. To hear of its death had been a terrible shock to her.

"Thanks for coming. I really appreciate it," Satoshi said softly to his old friend. Misty gave the boy a sad smile. Satoshi couldn't help smiling back. A loud giggle broke the small moment. Satoshi looked over the older red heads shoulder to see another person was in the room, sitting down at the kitchen table. A girl. She had long black hair in which each side of the front was tied with purple ribbons and light violet eyes.

"You two really are cute, you know that right?" the girl chuckled at the two friends. Kasumi growled slightly. Satoshi was confused. Who the hell was she? He was sure he didn't know her.

"How could you possibly say that he and I are CUTE! Are you crazy Tomoyo?" Kasumi yelled, blushing. Tomoyo just continued to giggle. Kasumi looked to Satoshi, who looked confused and gave an apologetic smile. "Er, just ignore her Satoshi. She's just an idiot."

"Hey!" Tomoyo gasped, and proceeded to fake cry. "You are so mean Kasumi!" Her fake tears instantly stopped as she began to grin again. "Like she said, I'm Tomoyo. Nice to meet you Satoshi!" she said getting up, bowing slightly. "I'm sorry to hear about your Pikachu. I know it was important to you, but I'm sure you can catch another one!"

"I could never catch another. Pikachu was special. He was one of a kind to me," Satoshi whispered sadly. He could feel tears well up but he was determined to not let them fall. Tomoyo walked over to the two and took hold of Kasumi's hand. With her other hand, she patted the boy's shoulder.

"Wow. You were right Kasumi. Not bad in looks but obviously gay. C'mon. You said we were only dropping by," Tomoyo giggled, tugging on the red headed girls arm. Satoshi's eyes widened. Kasumi thought...he was gay? That was ridiculous. But that didn't stop Kasumi from nodded slightly at the gay comment. Kasumi started to head towards that door. She gave a tiny smile.

"Sorry, but we have to go. We're going to hang out in Viridian for the rest of the day," Kasumi explained as Tomoyo pulled open the front door. "And I'm really sorry about Pikachu. Really. But you know Ash, things will get better. You'll see," Kasumi managed to say before Tomoyo practically dragged her out the front door. "Bye! Hey, I'll come over again in a few days to-" Tomoyo closed the door before she could finish.

"Bye," Satoshi said to himself, resting his forehead on the wood door. He let the tears roll down as he heard his old friend laugh with her new friend just outside the door. He ran upstairs and flung himself onto his bed. He buried his face in his pillow and cried and cried and cried.

A/N:Okay. The first chapter isn't all that bad compared to the rest of the story. I felt really bad about having Pikachu dying! I love that adorable little mouse! So Kasumi is a bit jerky. Sorry if Tomoyo seems out of character, but I just wanted to make her look like a bitch. I really do hate her. I don't know why... Anyway, I know I haven't been posting what I need to be posting, such as Hidden, Years Ago, and In the Branches of Agata's Trees, but sometimes, my drive to do certain stories depletes. Hopefully it'll come back to me eventually. But like I was saying. This story is after Sinnoh, since Dawn is going to be in the story. That's all I really have to say on this chapter. Stupid Tomoyo (mumbling profanities and evil curses)

Ash: Um...Masaki?

Masaki: ACK! When did you get here? Could you call first before you come over?

Ash: Sorry. Next time I'll call. *munch*

Masaki: What are you eating? (looks at him suspiciosly as his hands are behind his back now)

Ash: Noooothing.

Masaki: (sniff) MY TAKIS! STOP RAIDING MY FRIDGE! (Grabs bag from him)

Ash: But I was hungry!

Masaki: No excuse!

Ash: But you're going to do horrid things to me again in your stories again! Don't you at least think I deserve some Takis?

Masaki:...Fine. (Hands him bag) But leave some for me!

Ash and Masaki: Thank you for reading. Next chapter will be here soon. Please review if you can! Thanks!