Authors Note: Hey, this is the second chapter of the new and approved story. I am sorry for the wait, but you see, I have three activities to do mostly all week. Not including school, I have a lead role in a play, volleyball, and my friends and I recently started to write a school news paper and I am the main journalist. So, no that you know, please let me take my time with this story unless you want to read crap. Thank you!

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"Hmph." he quietly grunted, as he struggled to open his eyes with such a bright hot light hovering him. It couldn't possibly be from the sun reflecting through class, and it was most defiantly not from any normal light bulb. A light shade of light blue finally came into his sight. 'Huh' he thought, 'the sky? Why would I- ugh!' It felt like a thousand needles had made contact with his skull.

'Ash, what is wrong with you' he asked himself, struggling to rotate his head to the side. "Grass?" the man whispered, glaring at the green ground. 'I must be outside, but why?' He shifted one arm beneath his body and pushed up into a sitting position, with his other hand cradling his stinging head.

The Ketchum tried to go over his previous steps in his head. Memories trembled throughout his mind painfully.

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Flashback:

"Ok guys, I think we have done enough for today" the pokemon master announced as returned his Staraptor that was very close to fainting.

"Chaa." A cute little yawn came out of his little yellow companion. Pikachu began to wobble between his to petite paws and sighed, "Pika … chu."

"Whoa, little guy" Ash shifted his pokemon into his arms. "We sure did work hard today, huh? But that's okay, Misty promised that she would have a gourmet feast on her kitchen table when we got to her place."

"Pika?" the mouse sat up in it's trainer's arms. Excitement ran to his cheeks and made tiny sparks.

Ash laughed. "Ya, ya. I guess this is the day. I can see you are just as jittery as I am."

"Chu!" Pikachu screeched, struggling to escape from the human's arms. "Pika!"

"Huh? Pikachu?" he questioned at the pokemon's sudden urge. "I am the one who is supposed to be worried. You don't have to go nuts on me and I swear, I will not make an excuse this time."

"Chaa" it squealed, breaking free and landing on the forest grass. Quickly, he came to Ash's leg and tugged on the loose jeans.

"Nu, uh. I'm not picking you up again, after that fiasco. I deserve better than that behaviour and you know it." Pikachu tugged again. "I am serious-"

"Brrrrrooooooorrrrrrrrrrr!"

A worried smile grew upon the trainers face. "A, uh, what was that" his head slightly shifted to the river where the deep roar came from.

Scales of an aqua coloured reptile emerged from the crashing waves. Next, came a large turtle head with an awkward red mark on the side of it's head. Ash squinted at this, but shuttered in fear as the figure grew larger, "Brroooooooorrrrrr!" Two pumps from the pokemon shifted towards Ash.

"Pikachu, you don't think?" He quivered close to the electric mouse.

His eyes bulged up at his trainer. "Chuu-"

"Brrrrooooorrrr!" Before the Ketchum was able to move, cold water blasted from the grey pumps.

The liquid hit him hard, almost impossible to bear. He called out for his pokemon, "Pikachu-" the water began to cover more of his body. That Blastoise shouldn't be able to do that attack much longer, he told himself in his mind, I just have to put up a little longer. The aqua blast pushed him up to a tree.

"Bastoooooise" the pokemon growled. Ash felt the water twisting clockwise as it slowly eased up. Blastoise had now turned it's attack into a whirlpool. He tried to hold his breath as the whirlpool sucked him off the ground and left him struggling in the attack. Erg, come Ash. Hold up until Blastoise gets tired. He clenched his palm to his heart and held tightly at the pain. No one would believe it, but he felt his lungs shrivel up at the lack of oxygen.

The water calmed down. The Ketchum stared into the clear water around him. So calm, so beautiful. He let his breath go as his world faded into darkness.

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"All that happened, huh?", he asked himself out loud. He sighed as he stood up, "and I am still alive. Another close one, huh, Pikachu?"

There was only silence.

Ash looked around him. "Ugh" he grunted, noticing that he was speaking to himself. Damn it! He really didn't want to look for his pokemon at the moment. The trainer shifted his arm to his side, "Oh well, I will just send Staraptor out to find- huh?" His arm glided through his side. Okay … maybe he was still unconscious … or maybe even dunk. Honestly, he would believe any excuse, as long as that didn't actually happen.

"Ahh" he yelped, looking back down and realising what he was wearing. On his body, was a sheet of white. You could call it a silk robe, if you didn't want to admit that he was wearing a long gown that reached a couple inches below his knees.

He tremble at the recent events. What if-No! I will not believe that. He observed his surroundings, I have to find someone. Ya, find someone, he thought before sprinting north to Pallet.

His body swiftly ran through leafy trees and bushes, trying to reach his home town. It was if his legs didn't move fast enough, for his liking. That's when Pallet's Burial Grounds came into sight. He had passed this area many times before and continued to run. He had almost passed the metal fence that made a perimeter around it when a blur of brown and pink came into sight. Why the hell would there be pink in a graveyard? Plus, that shade of pink couldn't be any flower Ash had ever seen.

Ash froze and took a couple steps back to see what the object was. That's when he saw a girl a year younger, or possibly older than him. A brunette that kind of looked like May, slouched up against the front of a tombstone. Really, how insensitive could you be to lay on a dead person's grave. Sure, Ash wasn't that sensitive himself, but this was plain rude. Get off that person's grave" he busted out, without thinking.

The girl glanced up at Ash and smirked. "About time you got here, oh chosen one." She then stood up, her white gown blowing with the wind.

'Bout time he got there? Oh, chosen one? What the hell was wrong with this chick. Instead up saying anything, he waited for an explanation. A confused look grew upon his face.

Her eyebrows narrowed down at his reaction. "Ash? Oh, jeez. You don't remember me, do ya? I can't believe you don't remember me. I mean, you'd think that someone would remember you after they saved the world over by the Orange Islands."

Wait! Long brown hair that went down the sides like his formal traveling partner, May? That voice? Orange Islands and chosen one? No it couldn't be-

"That's right, it's me: Melody. And you are Ash: the cute one that the carrot top used to go gaga over."

"Melody? What the hell are you doing in Kanto? And better yet, what are you doing lying on a grave?" he asked. He stretched his arms out for a hug, but fell right through the girl. Ok, he was still dreaming.

She turned around and glared at the man on the ground, in front of the tombstone. "I'm here ,partly, so I can teach you the difference between solid objects and spirits, so that doesn't happen again. But I am mostly here, to teach you about this 'angel' business."

"Angel business? Spirits? Melody, what the hell are you talking about?" he said as he lifted his body off of the soft ground. He hadn't noticed before. But this grave must have been new. There was grounded up dirt everywhere and there wasn't grass grown yet.

"You don't know? But haven't you- oh. You must have just woke up recently so you haven't realised it yet"

He was now on his knees, "realise what?"

She sighed, "dude. You just fell right though me. Really, there is only one explanation for that."

"Well, right now, I think I'm dreaming."

"Ash, you are not dreaming. Look in front of you."

He glance up at the tombstone:

Ash Ketchum

1987-2012

Passed young, but loved by all.

He stuttered at the writing engraved on the stone. "I-I'm de-dead?"

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Author's Note: Finally! Finished! I am so so so so so amazingly sorry for the wait.

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