The Yin and Yang of Ash Ketchum

Chapter 1: Just Another Day…

By WarriorLoverInc

Something smelled like delicious stew. Ash ran into the kitchen of his childhood home in Pallet Town and was greeted by his smiling mother.

"Lunch is ready Ash!"

"Great, thanks mom!" Ash excitedly thanked her, pulling up a chair to the dining table.

His mother walked over and waved a ladle in his face before setting a steaming bowl of mouth-watering stew before her son, "No hats at the table, Ash."

Ash quickly whipped his signature red and white hat off his head of untamed black hair. Steam rose off his mothers' concoction and he greedily sniffed it all up. Just as Ash was about to close his mouth around a spoonful of the succulent stew—

"Ash!"

Someone called his name. All of a sudden, the scene froze, Ash's mother stood half-in-half-out of the refrigerator, the vapor rising off the pot on the stove paused as it snaked up towards the stove hood vent, Ash himself was stuck staring down at the hand holding the stew filled spoon aloft in his mouth.

"Ash!"

Ash was dreaming of food, Brock could tell. He lay facing Brock with a stupid grin on his face and a long line of drool dripping onto his pillow. In fact, he looked a lot like Brock did when he met a cute girl. This thought had Brock smirking and rubbing his chin, admiring his good looks in an invisible mirror. He was interrupted from his daydreaming by Dawn.

"Brock," she called over, "have you woken Ash yet?"

Brock shook his head, "No, I haven't Dawn!"

She frowned, "He sleeps like a log…"

"Sounds like one too." Brock stated.

Dawn let out an exasperated sigh, "For the last time, Brock. It's you who snores! Ash doesn't snore! I don't snore! Just you!"

Brock returned to the task of awakening their companion, muttering, "Really? 'Cuz it sure sounds like you do sometimes." He leered at his own little joke.

That got him a punch in the back of his head by Dawn, she may be a girl, but she sure knew how to swing. She had a very unhappy look on her face. Brock turned to her, grasping his throbbing skull, "What was that for Dawn?" Tears waterfalled down his face. She tightened her fist and managed to say calmly enough "Don't play dumb. Don't think I can't hear you from over there either." Her face contorted into an evil glare.

Brock glanced "over there", it was eight yards away, there was a slight breeze, and today it had to be at least 80 ̊out. She could hear him through all that?

Dawn, growing impatient, leaned far over Ash and screamed right in his ear, "ASH! IF YOU DON'T HURRY THE PANCAKES WILL BE GONE!"

She pulled away just in time, Ash shot up in his sleeping bag so fast he did a somersault out. He jumped to his feet wild eyed, spotted the plate of pancakes Dawn was holding, and snatched three off the pile. Then he plopped on the ground in his signature cross-legged fashion, and started eating ravenously with his hands.

Brock nervously smiled and Dawn irately sighed. She shoved the plate into Brocks' hands' and dropped onto her knees on the ground next to him, "Here…! I give up, just eat them already we don't have forks anyway…!"

And she grabbed one and started munching on it with her bare hands as well.

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Authors Note: Not much happening in this chapter, just normal food related fights. I had to type something! *Indigently*