(A/N) Hello again to everyone! Thank you to Suzurin and anonymous (Rose) for reviewing! It means a lot. Thank's again. Ahem, moving on, I will be attempting to write this chapter from Ash's POV. Argh! What am I doing? Somebody stop me before I post this... Ah, too late. T_T Ah, well. Let's get on with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. It would be awesome if I did, but I don't. I don't own the characters either, with the exception of Anna, Cain, Damian, and Amy. There might be other minor characters that I create as well. Oh! The plot is mine too. If there is semblance to someone else's plot, it was completely unintentional.

Chapter 6: I Found Her Crying

After Amy left with Cain, Misty, Brock and I were kinda at a loss as to what to do. We just stood there for a moment. It was Misty who broke the silence.

"So, what should we do?" She asked. I tried to keep from laughing.

"Silence breaker," I laughed. Misty shot me a deadly look.

"Don't be so immature," she said. She repeated her question. "What should we do?"

"I'm all for getting something to eat," I suggested. Misty sighed.

"All you ever think about is food! Can't you think about something other than your stomach for just ten minutes?" she shouted.

"I think about Pokémon too!" I protested.

"Alright, I'll rephrase that. All you ever think about are battling and eating!"

"I think about other things, too!"

"Like what?"

"Like... um..."

"Exactly!" Brock chose this time to step in.

"Alright, you guys, settle down," he said. Misty and I both quieted down. I think that was the first time we actually stopped arguing when Brock told us to. "Actually, getting something to eat wouldn't be that bad. Those sodas we had aren't exactly a meal." Misty sighed but she did agree. We spent the next couple of hours trying to find someplace to eat, and to actually eat there. There were a couple minutes somewhere in there that I spent really disoriented because I got hit in the head by Misty's mallet again, but those don't matter much.

Afterward, we pretty much wandered around. There was really nothing going on that was really important until my battle the next day. I was pretty bored. I suggested that we watch some of the Pokémon battles going on, but this just got me a few more knocks in the head. Courtesy of Misty, of course. Eventually, Brock occupied himself by chasing around a bunch of girls, and Misty occupied herself by trying to calm Brock down. This still left me, bored as can be.

With Misty and Brock doing their own things, it gave me time to try to answer some of the questions that were floating around in my head since we met Amy. How did she manage to capture a ghost Pokémon? How did she beat Brock's Onix with one hit? I thought back to her three battles so far. On the Grass Field, how did she beat her opponent so quickly? On the Ice Field, how did she pull off that sliding kick with her Hitmonlee? How did she manage to capture the Aerodactyl that she used on the Rock Field? I had only ever seen one of those, and it tried to eat me before getting buried under a couple layers of rock.

I heard voices now. They were calling my name. Don't think I'm crazy or anything, it was just Misty and Brock. I just didn't pay any attention to them. I felt Pikachu jump off of my head. And I definitely felt the electric shock that came afterwards. I looked down at Pikachu.

"What did you do that for?" I asked. Misty was the one who replied.

"You weren't acting normal. You got all serious all of a sudden and you wouldn't snap out of it," she said. I blinked at her.

"Oh, I was just thinking," I laughed. She sighed.

"That's a first," she muttered. Brock quickly stepped between us before we could start fighting again. "Anyway," she continued. "As I was telling Brock, I have to say, I'm a little worried."

"About what?" I asked.

"About Amy!" she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "That Cain, I don't trust him." I stared.

"Really? Why?" I asked.

"Did you see the way he was looking at us?" she asked. "It was like he was afraid of us. And, did either of you happen to look on the back of his left hand?" Brock and I shook our heads. "There was a letter branded there. That means it was burned into his skin." She had directed the second sentence at me.

"I know what it means!"

"Sure you do. Anyhow, it was the letter 'R'. And we all know too well what organization that the letter 'R' is the insignia for." Brock and I thought for a moment. I still didn't get it. Brock obviously did though, because he had an answer.

"Team Rocket," he said. Oh. Now I got it.

"It could just be coincidence," I suggested. I remembered my first doubts about Amy, how I thought she was in Team Rocket. Was she?

"Maybe, but maybe not," Misty replied. "I think we should look for her." I shrugged. I guess it would keep me from being bored. The three of us began our search. It was getting dark now, and starting to rain, and I was beginning to wonder if it was really worth it. Judging by the way she battled, she could take care of herself, and if she wasn't threatened by Team Rocket in any way, then there was no point in even looking. The rain was a downpour now. I was wet and tired, and was hungry, too.

That's when I saw it. I don't think anyone else would have noticed. They would have passed it off as a lightning strike or something. But I would recognize a thunderbolt attack anywhere. I took off in that direction with Misty and Brock running close behind.

I found her crying on a bench in a side street. Amy, I mean. Her Pikachu sat beside her making quiet noises to calm Amy down. Misty, Brock and I stood by awkwardly for a moment before I asked,

"Amy, you okay?" She stopped crying for a moment and looked up at me.

"What do you think?" she shouted. Oops. I guess I said the wrong thing. She continued crying. Misty sat in the empty space next to Amy and tried her luck.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I-it's... it's C-cain... he's..." Amy was having trouble forming words. Misty finished for her.

"Cain's from Team Rocket." Amy stopped crying again and looked up with a shocked expression on her face. Misty explained, "I saw the insignia on his hand." Amy went back to crying and started nodding. Brock opened his mouth as if to say something, but didn't. I knew I probably shouldn't have said anything, but I tried again anyhow.

"I would say I know how you feel, but then I'd be lying." Right away I wished I hadn't said it. I braced myself for her to start shouting again. But to my surprise, and I think Brock and Misty's, too, Amy fell completely silent. She wasn't shouting, but she wasn't crying anymore, either. I jumped when she finally spoke.

"You're honest." Erm, how do I respond to something like that? Luckily, I didn't have to, because she wasn't finished yet. "I like that. There... there aren't many people like that in the world anymore..." She stood up, wiping her eyes. "Thanks..." And then she passed out on the spot. Oh. That's just great.

T_T Argh... Ah, well. Did I do okay, or should I just stick with Amy's POV? Review! On a side note, for those of you that enjoyed the battle sequence in chapter four, another one's on the way! Stay tuned for chapter seven! (Ack! OoO I sound like a narrarator for a TV show now!)