Chapter Two: Ash Turns his Cap Backwards

A/N: I own Jack crap.

"Damn..." Ash cursed himself for being so useless and leaned against the bathroom bench.

"Chu?" He heard a squeak outside and he opened the door.

Pikachu scuttled in and looked at his trainer.

Ash sat on the tiles still feeling ill, "Do you think I should..." He began but stopped halfway in thought.

KNOCK KNOCK

Without another sound, Brock walked in and said, "You okay?"

Ash nodded without making eye contact, "Yeah, just something I ate..."

Pikachu nodded.

Brock smiled, "Uh, Ash, you haven't eaten in a day, in case you haven't noticed,"

Ash shrugged and got up. The three of them sat down in the lounge room.

Misty was putting her Horsea back to its ball and sat on the floor, nursing Togepi.

"You good, now?" She looked up at him, her big green eyes seemed to glow.

Brock spoke before Ash could, "He's fine now. The real question is: what was he doing with Pikachu in a bathroom?"

Ash felt the blood rush to his face and turn his cheeks to the same colour of Pikachu's.

He was close to hitting Brock when he saw Misty's face light up with amusement and she started laughing.

"It's not even funny, it's stupid! What's wrong with you!"He threw his cap down and stormed out.

Brock rolled his eyes but still looked worried. Misty stopped laughing and opened her mouth to call out to him, "Ash...don't..." it came out as an inaudible croak.

Ash raged into his room and slammed the door. He peeled off his jacket and took off his shoes before falling onto the bed. After ten minutes or so Ash noticed the pounding on his door. He got up and opened it, Pikachu walked in and Ash fell back to the bed, almost in tears. Pikachu gave him the 'what's wrong?' look. Ash said, "Whaddaya think?"

Pikachu shrugged, "Pika...pi."

Ash woke up, sometime, early the next morning. He yawned and went to the lounge to find his hat. He wandered past the window and yawned again when he noticed that the sun was barely up.

Misty was on the couch, sitting in silence.

"Here..."She got up and pressed the cap into his hands.

"Mist..."He sat down.

"I'm sorry, Ash, we were only joking around earlier."

Ash ignored her.

Misty touched his arm, "I think we should go back to Pallet. Soon."

"That's stupid! Why?" He frowned.

"You're sick. I don't just mean when you threw up, you've been acting weird lately...like you know up here..."She pointed to her head.

"You think I'm crazy? I throw up and it makes you think I'm mental?"

"No...it's just," Misty was close to cracking, "Lately you've been really umm...out of it."

"That's ridiculous." Ash argued.

Mist hugged him, "Oh, Ash, I hope you'll be okay!"

"What's wrong with you! I'm fine!"he pulled away from her and stood up.

Big mistake.

Misty stood up and screeched at him, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? WHAT ABOUT YOU! ALL YOU DO IS DRAG ME AND BROCK ALONG ON YOUR STUPID JOURNEY'S! BUT DO WE GET TO DO ANYTHING? NO!"

Ash backed off.

Misty cooled down slightly and pulled him back, "I wasn't done..."she was hyperventilating, almost.

Ash looked at her, confused. He was close to apologising when she pushed him away again.

Ash gave up and left, back to his room.

"Pikachu."Ash looked at the pokemon who seemed annoyed.

"You think your day was bad..."Ash started throwing things into his bag.

Brock walked in.

"Thanks for knocking."Ash growled.

"Chill out, a bit, Misty's almost crying because of you."Brock frowned.

Ash stood up, tempted to pull his cap backwards, "Because of me? That's stupid!"

"Wow, she's right, you are losing it."

Ash started shaking, "Pikachu...u...use thunderbolt..."

Pikachu ignored him.

"DO IT, PIKACHU, USE THUNDERBOLT!"

"Pika!" The yellow pokemon refused.

"Aargh!" This is stupidly ridiculous and ridiculously stupid!" Ash stomped his feet, stubbornly as Brock left, shaking his head in pity.

Pikachu snorted in disgust and walked to the corner, where he sat and ignored his trainer.

Ash furiously got out his stuff, again. He took off his shirt and his grimy jeans that he hadn't washed in a week. He threw another shirt on, black, of course. He gave up on finding more pants so he put the dirty jeans back on. He made the effort of changing his socks and he was re lacing his shoes. Ash gulped down the stress that he never remembered having before. He found his belt and smiled, he really needed a new one, but...he couldn't just put his poke balls in his pockets so for now...the belt would have to do. He straightened all the poke balls in it...five with pokemon in them and one empty one. He put the belt on...it even made him feel slightly better. He picked one of the poke balls out and clicking the button in the centre, threw it up. His Pidgeot gave him a confused look as it crouched in the tiny room. Ash petted it, "Hello...You must need some...exercise..."

The bird looked at him proudly.

Ash zipped his bag up and went to grab Pikachu, he leant to pick him up, only to get a small shock, "AH! What was that for? C'mon, Pikachu...we're leaving. Now."

The Pikachu reluctantly stood up. Ash scooped him up and stuck him on his shoulder. Pikachu got comfortable and yawned.

Ash thanked God, silently for the big window in his room. He opened it and pulled his bag on. He flicked his hat around.

"Pidg...Come here." He whispered, careful not to draw attention.

His faithful pokemon strutted over.

"Use fly, 'cause we're goin' home."

He got onto the Pokémon's back, careful not to ruffle the feathers.

Pidgeot flew out the window, swiftly. Somewhere up in the sky, they slowed down enough for Ash to tuck Pikachu into his Jacket.

Ash blinked back tears as he watched the sun rise to the centre of the sky.

A/N: Ash is not a sook! He's going through Puberty. (he's a late bloomer. :P) Also, thank you to pokemaster101 for the help :D

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