"Look, you're all pretty, but-" Ash was taken aback and cut off by the ferocious wave of complaints knocking him off his feet. He gulped as they got closer and surrounded him, the dark shadows of want and hatred inflicted upon him, and settled on the choice he made. Whether it was her, or the other. He leapt to his feet, and ran towards the door, but alas, the door knob was all in illusion, Ash unable to grip it meaning no escape. He looked back, seeing them all amble towards him, in a single file.

"Please! Just give me a chance! I haven't met you all yet!" he cried, his voice shaken with worry.

"Yes, you have... idiot." a fifth voice came in. He loomed over him with sly smile, the american accent strong enough to mislead someone into thinking he was truly american. "You travelled with them, haven't you? And that is enough for you to of had picked that special one out in random." The four shadows nodded and cackled, springing on him as he was brought flat onto the floor. He yelled for help, but was muffled by a hand coiled with various bangles. The stench of vengeance was strong, and he was on the verge of passing out...

"You must choose me..." they exclaimed in chorus. And Ash, useless against the five looming shadows, past out as they chanted it in chorus. The fifth shadow snickering in its evil way with his hands slid inside his pockets, the room now fading black. His eye lids grew weary and weighed down by exhaustion, and he could find no other way to escape this, other than falling unconscious. So that is what he did. Slowly, solemnly, falling asleep as they all murmured the same line again, and again, and again...

"You MUST choose me!"

Ash sat up, drenched with sweat. He breathed in heavily, a smile twitching as he realized it was all a dream. But also, a vision of what drama could corrupt. He remembered his last previous dates, and then it occurred to him that the third date was right around the corner. He grumbled and got up, the clothes damp due to the steam his body made when trying to mentally run from the problem, although it would only come to life in the foreseeable future. Ash wondered towards his door, and shakily, touched his door handle.

"Still there." he smiled, with a gruff. Pikachu looked at him, concerned at what could of made him walk so shakily that he tilted side to side, staggering towards the door. And afterwards, reaching out shakily as if he expected his hands to go right through the carved wood. But it was Ash, and once remembering that minor detail, nodded off with a smirk, as he recalled all the nutty adventures Ash got themselves into by just plainly being him. But the electric rodent hadn't the wee idea of the nightmare Ash's to go through.

Since after all, Pikachu has only one clear admirer. Buneary.

Closing the door behind him, he turned to the bathroom and sighed, turning on the tap as steam automatically began rising in the air. The coolness tingled against his skin, and he couldn't help but give off a light groan as his cheeks grew colour in realization of what he did. But it was normal, a routine, a bad habit - he was used to it by now, and yet it always got to him... Once the bath tub was filled enough, and was steamy warm - the way he liked it, he began shedding his pyjamas hastily, in excitement to have the hot water relax his tense skin.

Meanwhile, Gary was huddled under his cover, texting a girl successfully, having her buy his story that he was British. It all went downhill once the mention of preferring British boys was released, however, Gary lifted himself up and had persuaded her to believe he was more of a British man than american, despite his 'early' years, living in america. Now, so he says, he's a respected British man living among quaint little stores, and crumpets and tea - a very stereotypical thought that had came to mind. And yet, the fool was blind enough to consume the lies, and believe it to be the truth.

"Yeah, and~ I live in Kanto right now... but I'd love it if you'd vis-it... and maybe share a crumpet or two... with some tea. There!" Gary mumbled, writing it in with his full proof British accent. He had saw her profile on Poke Face, and being the stalking perv he was, got her mobile number off the website, after she stupidly confirmed their friendship. She was a redhead, with a fierce some attitude, but yet cute enough for that to be the only downfall of that perky perfection. Once receiving a reply, he smirked and exposed himself to the morning light.

"Oh, crumpets!" he screeched, caving himself in once more as he smiled at his perfect attempt of a British moment.

'Okay. Send me your text bad boy, and maybe you could get a snip of action' was the reply.

Gary smirked and simply replied with 'K' as he got out and stumbled out of his room. He heard groans from the room next door and set his mind straight towards the day, as he didn't want to become paralysed at what activities was occurring in the room next door. Hastily, he opened his wardrobe and grabbed a regular outfit, stumbling towards the bathroom as he was still a clumsy victim of the strong sun rays. As he was about to lightly push the door, he realized it wouldn't budge and came for the knob. Once that had failed him, then he realized Ash was occupying the bathroom.

"Hurry up, ass hole!" he grumbled, menacingly.

"Cool it! I'm coming!" a voice bellowed back, and Gary rolled his eyes as he waited outside the door for Ash to come out, soaked from head to toe by the water, wrinkled like a prune as his hair was drenched with water. It was almost like a sponge, but it worked more affectively to the raven haired boy's dismay. Gary smirked jeeringly once more, and shifted him aside as he locked the door behind him with a loud 'thud!' Ash sighed and smiled, his smile soon wiped off once his mother exited her bedroom with only a robe, slightly showing her bare chest and nipples.

He gave out a cry for help, and thundered towards his bedroom, closing it behind him. "It is never my day with them..." he sighed, sadly.


Like usual, they were all ready and downstairs for breakfast by the time it was nine, maybe earlier like today. Gary and Ash talked among themselves, as the older ones played footsy, and cooed and gurgled on the table, like a bunch of misfits. Gary and Ash turned a blind eye though, and hastily counted the days until they were sixteen and aloud to move out. To their glory, it was only one more year before that decision could come to life. But until then, they'd have to turn a blind eye and deaf ear until the day comes. Plus, it was extremely sad to move out without a girl in Kanto.

Extremely sad.

"So... who's it today?" Ash asked, stirring the left over milk of his cereal.

"I don't know." Gary mumbled, sipping away on his morning coffee. A very bad habit accompanied with strawberry tarts.

"Oh come on, you designed this whole plan, so obviously you know!" Ash snapped, quietly.

"Fine, but one clue..." Gary slurred, sipping away on his coffee. "It's a girl you used to travel with."

"Thanks, genius. That helped a ton." Ash thanked, sarcastically. Gary smirked and carried on sipping away on his coffee, being the first to excuse himself from the dinner table. Ash followed shortly after, gulping away the milk as he carelessly tossed his plate in the sink to allow his newly paired parents to have some privacy. Before the door was completely closed, Ash heard lips smack and the disturbing noise of spit. A shudder went down his spine as he slammed it shut, and then followed Gary up to his room, in hopes to find out who it is today.

"Not telling you. Wait and see." Gary told, simply.

"What is with that accent?" Ash questioned, furrowing his eye brows as Pikachu crept up solemnly, startling him as he crept up and pounced on his shoulder. Gary, happy that someone had realized the British accident he had been pulling on for fit, rubbed his chin in pleasure and looked up at Ash as if he was a dumbfounded child. It was always Gary's attention to make sure Ash felt in superior to him, however, Gary was older but thanks to the pairing of Ash's mother and his grand father, Ash was now Gary's uncle. No matter how much times Gary objected the thought.

"Met a nice girl that prefers the ones that are suave and romantic. Cheerio for realizing such a fitting accent, my young man. Maybe we should discuss your success over some crumpets and tea?" Gary asked, sitting on his bed and landing with a soft 'puff.' Ash held in the laughter and contained himself, knowing that laughing at his attempt on cooing a girl with such a fake accent will only lead to dread. Plus, he was suspicious and the suspense of who his next date is was killing him. So, he zipped his mouth and kept all jokes to himself. In the meantime anyway. This didn't apply later...

"At least tell me where we're going?" Ash asked, solemnly.

"WHERE?!" Gary snapped, still fulfilling the British accent beautifully. "No refunds after you blasted people decided to cheap me off on my payment in the cinemas. Now, I'm bankrupt for the moment, and only have enough money to take the British loving princess into a respectable meal. Your date, is here. Among those two lovers that swapped more spit than words." Gary smirked, although his voice was still high with rage. Ash bit his lip, and thought of all the opportunities the two had on embarrassing Ash. He also was bankrupt, and everywhere you went cost them.

"Maybe a picnic in Mount hideaway? We do have food here we can stash away." Ash requested.

"Not a shabby idea. Okay, go for it. It doesn't reflect me anyway so I'm cool." Gary replied, simply.

"You are the best nephew an uncle could ask for." Ash exclaimed bitterly, mentioning their relationship as Gary went red with rage. Ash quickly aborted the mission to see who he was to take out and quickly ran towards his room, being pelted with pillows as Gary swore and screamed out his name. Ash was lucky enough to escape the scene in time for when Gary was scolded by the parents for the rude use of words. Ash fell down squeezing his belly with laughter as he heard the oak haired boy swear and scold them back for their bad use of manners on the table.

The boy had guts, Ash could say that much.

"Balderdash!" Gary exclaimed, once the two parents awkwardly tried to clear their names. "Want to clear your names? First clear your lips! From any others that can smother it with spits! Cheerio you pathetic, loathsome, idiots!" Gary snapped, and stormed up to his room and bolted the door, the miserable two standing their flabbergasted at what just happened. Ash felt sorry for them at the same time, and when he turned realized through the wild dash, he had Pikachu clinging onto him for dear life, and now, dizzy, he was laying on the window sill, worn out.

"Sorry buddy." Ash apologized, smoothly. "Too much excitement?"

The electric rodent didn't even reply. Just darted at him evilly, and rested his head once more.

"Heh, I guess that's a worn out yes?" Ash implied, and Pikachu shot a thumbs up before nodding off to sleep.

"Sleep tight, buddy." Ash cooed. "You deserve to."

Just thought I'd throw in a casual chapter, minus romance. We never got to know the main characters by nature, did we? So, here we are. Also, first request that asks for pearl or advance first affects the next chapter, depending on their choice ;) And without further a do, the characters response so far to the story because they're nagging me to death! So, I'll hand it over to Brock first since he is itching to tell his opinion. Oh, and no complaining by the way Brock-o, because we went through this!

Brock: But it's not fair! Four chapters later and all I have for lime light is a mention. A mention!

Gary: Stop throwing a fit! You're lucky you're mentioned at all.

Brock: Says the big shot with one of the main rolls. -.-"

Misty: Because he was cut out for it! Brock, all I got was one chapter so far, so stop whining!

Dawn: For once, I'm going to agree with you! I mean, you never know! Maybe you'll appear before me.

May: Oh, whilst we're at it! Vote advance before pearl people! Please?

Dawn: Stop begging it. .

Iris: Typical, dreamers. C'mon Ash, let's go before we loose brain cells from listening to this...

Ash: ...

Brock: Heh heh heh, I think it is too late...

Misty: Look what you idiots have done now! Ashy poo!

Dawn: Back off, this is all your fault!

May: And yours! You should of allowed him to have his happy ever after with me, despite your feeling towards it.

Iris: Too much dreamers! Clear off, your intoxicating the air with your bad breath!

Misty: What did you say bob cut?!

Gary: Chill out guys, he didn't have much brain cells to start with anyway.

Ugh, characters. What'll you do with them? See you next chapter. Sorry for it being so short, but this was a request and I had to do it, since I realized it was true. Gary and Ash's home hasn't been put to detail yet. So without - wait, I already said that. Me and my clichés -.- Just hope to hear from you soon, and please review because I'm loosing brain cells by hanging out with imbeciles. Remember, I love you guys. And by the way, roses will look good on my grave stone. Because the way things our going, I won't make it out of this story alive.

Ash: Hey was does that mean?!

Dawn: Oh yay! He's alive!

Misty: I saved you Ash! I'm your Ariel!

Iris: So, wait - because the saviour in the little mermaid was a redhead, it'll reflect on all situations concerning a redhead?

Misty: Finally, you're catching up with something! :D

May: Yeah, the idiotic plague. Very easy to catch.

Dawn: BA DUM, TUSH~!

Gary: Hilarious! xD

Brock: Guys... see? Small mention of me yet-

Gary: Put a sock in it! *literally puts a sock in his mouth*

Save yourselves! Quickly, abort the page! This is catchable! Abort, abort- ... x_x"