I really didn't plan on writing this. But I've had so many requests recently for a continuation, or at least some sort of an Epilogue for additional closure. The ending that I first thought of when beginning the planning for this fanficton never really materialized (it was kind of replaced by the Stadium ending), so I've tried to incorporate some of that into this. You know, I think that by responding to the requests for an epilogue, it makes it the first I've ever written a request. Maybe I should start trying to do those too. But now I'm just rambling, and that's not what you're here for. Ah well. On with the end.
The sun rose softly over the forested hill, sending glimmers of sunlight dancing across the dewy grass plain at it's foot where they mixed with the last sparks of the fading moonlight. The low caw of a Fearow broke through the silence that always heralded the start of a new day, the noises of the night have ceased some time ago. As if waiting for the Fearow's daily greeting, a small group of bushes began to rustle at the edge of the forest on the hill.
A Pichu popped it's head out, looking around and sniffing the air excitedly, eyes gleaming at the prospect of a new adventure. It was just as quickly hauled back in by it's watchful mother. Admonishing the curious youngster, she kept a close eye on her other four progeny to ensure they weren't as adventurous as their sibling. They watched in glee from the entrance of the burrow as he was berated and punished with a nip on the end of his tail. The father Pikachu, coming up the entryway behind them, stifled a chuckle at the sight, the overly enthusiastic youngling reminding him of a certain human from the distant past. The mother, no doubt thinking the same thing, caught his glance and smiled mischeivously with her eyes, an expression that their young could not yet read.
Though she had more than enough power stored in her cheeks to see off even a ravenous Salamence, she was still careful enough to sniff the air thoroughly before sticking her head out the bush and looking out to the distant horizon for any possible predators. The Pichu were still at the stage where they were more likely to shock themselves than an enemy, and though she was far more powerful than her mate and could protect her progeny easily, they would still need to learn the safety technique for themselves; no good sending them out into the world one day only for them all to be eaten by a Mightyena because they didn't know how to check for danger.
Satisfied that they were safe, the mother Pikachu led her five offspring out into the day, making sure that they stayed in the shadow of the forest as they headed off to the nearest apple tree. The father watched them depart before turning and looking out into the world.
He missed it. Sometimes he wondered what life would be like if he'd chosen another course. But he was happy here; though it was far different from any other home he was used to. He had a family and a mate, and they lived in safety. It was all he could have asked, even as a human. Briefly he wondered how long it would be until the Pichu realized the trait that had been passed down to them from his mate and himself; until they discovered that they were natural Pokemorphs.
He stared off into the world until the full and sleepy kits returned, shepharded back to the tunnel by their ever cautious mother. She re-emerged several moments later, satisfied that the Pichu were in a deep sleep, and sat next to her wistful mate. They stayed that way for some time until, with no cue passed from one to the other, they both stood up and began to run.
The two Pikachu ran out of the forest, down the hill, and into the wide and open world below, content in the knowledge that they would be side-by-side forever.