Me: Okay, so I decided to continue this. Here's the first chapter:
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"Pachirisu, use Discharge!"
"Quick, Chimchar, Flamethrower!"
The thunderbolts and the fire collided in the air, sending blue and red sparks flying everywhere. Both of the attacks faded when they failed to destroy each other. Chimchar landed in front of Ash, looking at him with his big eyes.
"Chimchar!" Ash caressed the top of his head. "Don't worry, Chimchar, you did well." he smiled encouragingly to the Pokemon that once belonged to Paul. Dawn approached him, carrying Pachirisu in her arms.
"Hey, Ash!" she said. "Mind if we end the training now? I'm really tired and so is Pachirisu."
"Chipa, chipa!" the little squirrel-like Pokemon substantiated.
"It's okay, Dawn." Ash said. "Anyways, I was going to ask Brock if he can make something to eat." Dawn put up a smile.
"You'll never change, Ash."
Ash made his way back to their camp, with Chimchar following him closely.
"Pikachu!" Ash's beloved Pokemon and friend screeched, jumping in his arms.
"Oh, hello Pikachu!" he said, off colors. "Brock, can you make me something to eat, please. I'm starving." the former gym leader nodded as Ash let himself fall on a chair. "Pika?" said Pikachu, looking anxiously at his trainer and best friend. He knew something wasn't right, he could feel that.
"I'm fine, Pikachu." Ash calmed him, his eyes falling on Chimchar. Chimchar was always reminding him of Paul. He was missing him so much that it was almost hurting him physically. Sometimes he was wondering if Paul was missing him too, or he was too busy with his training and he forgot about him. Sometimes he was wondering if Paul really loves him. He had never told him that he loves him, even though Ash was telling him almost every time they met, when they were alone, of course. Ash was sure he wouldn't cope if Paul didn't actually love him, only playing around with his feelings.
"Here's your soup, Ash." Brock said, putting a bowl filled with soup in front of Ash. He attacked the food, making Brock sweat-drop. If there was a thing about Ash that will never change, that thing was his appetite.
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In the forest, not far from Ash's camp, Paul was lighting a fire. He had finally found a nice place to sleep this night. While he was unpacking his sleeping bag, he heard a feminine voice.
"Come on, Pachirisu, return!" Paul stood up, looking in the direction where the voice came from. He recognized the blue hair and the short skirt. It was one of Ash's friends, Bawn, or whatever her name was. He was actually happy to see her. That meant Ash was there.
Paul smiled. This was going to be such an interesting night.
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Sorry if it's short, the next one will be longer, I promise.
Reviews are welcome!
