AN:

Final instillation of the triple update, but not the story. Nope, I'm back in business!

Disclaimer: Nope, Pokémon is still, not mine. Nor will it ever be. This is a shorter chapter, but its a filler chapter, so dont expect a master piece. BTW Changing the genre from adventure to humor. I don't think its an adventure story


The reporters had finally left him alone. After three hours of answering questions, taking photos, signing autographs and giving young trainers inspirational speeches he was ready to pass out. And when he entered his room that's exactly what he did… right next to his bed.

WAIT! If you skipped straight to this chapter then you are gonna be missing a big chunk of the story line. I got rid of the author's notes chapters so even thought this is chapter 9, skip back to chapter 7.

Lucario looked at his once so collected trainer who was now slumped up against the side of his bed.

Mew floated in and upon seeing Ash she giggled,

'Did he miss the bed?'

Lucario hung his head, 'Yes, as crazy as it seems he actually missed the bed.'

Mew glowed a light pink and floated the exhausted trainer onto his bed. Though there was no reaction, the pair could have sworn they heard a sigh of relief.

Lucario looked at mew, 'Its only like 4 in the afternoon, he'll be up around midnight wondering why its so dark out.'

'Oh well, he deserves the rest, so who knows, maybe he'll sleep 'till a decent hour.' Mew replied

Lucario sight, 'Wishful thinking.'

Mew floated into the kitchen, probably to find something to eat, leaving Lucario alone. Instead of meditation like he normally would he turned on the television and began watching some boring ass shit called the news.

Time skip

Ash stretched his arms, he felt amazing. He had finally gotten a good nights sleep and it felt…great? He paused as he looked out his window, black.

"Whuh?" He mumbled.

He ran over to his phone and unlocked it to check the time and his eyes nearly fell out of his head

"3:00 AM?!"

Lucario was shocked out of his slumber by his master's outburst,

'Well whadya know, Mew was right!'

The aura Pokémon then turned off the television, which had magically changed from boring incidents in China to Saturday morning reruns of classic cartoons.

Lucario decided to fill Ash in,

'You see, after you came to the room you just sorta stumbled over to your bed and then collapsed… right next to the bed.'

"Then how did I end up on the bed? Last I checked I don't sleep anything." Ash inquired

'Mew lifted you up. I believe it was around 4:00 in the evening. So you slept for 11 hours, bravo!' Lucario clapped sarcastically

"Still love that shining sense of humor." Ash said, words drowning in sarcasm

Lucario figured that his master and friend wanted some alone time. After all, it wasn't every day you got into the semifinals of probably the most prestigious interregional tournament.

'I'm going to go and find some food, master. I will leave you in peace'

The eminence Pokémon knew it was a poor excuse, but he couldn't really come up with anything else. So he walked away before Ash had a chance to question.

Ash meanwhile, sighed. Life had been so stressful as of late. Of course, with the consistent battling against powerful opponents there was no need for training. Unless there was a new move that they needed to perfect. Now that he had slept for the better part of 11 hours he figured that the new schedule would be up. He knew his opponent would most likely be a champion, but he was hoping it wouldn't be Cynthia. He wanted to beat her in the finals. He checked to make sure all of his Pokémon were secure in their balls before walking out.

'Don't want any angry neighbors knocking on my door.' Ash chuckled to himself.

He picked up the key to the room, and slipped out. He was on one of the upper floors, so the elevator ride down was lengthy, but he didn't mind. In fact, he liked elevators for some odd reason. He couldn't explain it, he just liked them.

Without warning, the elevator lights shut off and the elevator stopped moving. Ash, wasn't amused, and simply conjured up a ball of his red aura. This action illuminated the elevator well, almost as good as the now failed lights.

"Shit!" Ash cursed, "I'm stuck in an elevator at 3 in the morning. Who the hell is gonna get me out of this?"

His love of elevators just decreased.

Ash eyed the elevator, looking for a possible exit. He didn't want to blow his way out. That would wake everyone up, and set off the alarm. That would be bad. He thought he saw an opening at the roof of the elevator. So he reached for it, and stopped just inches before the metal alloy when he realized that he was reaching with his armed hand (Aura sphere).

"That was almost really bad." Ash said

If he had learned anything in his travels, it's that aura and nonliving thing don't like each other. That could have blown his elevator to Sinnoh.

Being the self preservative Ash was, he vowed to be more careful. So showing off his terrible judgment the trainer let the aura sphere go. But instead of falling, it just sort of floated.

This was one of Ash's newest techniques, it allowed him to manipulate to speed of his aura sphere as well as its angle of descent. So the aura sphere was not floating, but was just moving at such a slow speed that the naked eye couldn't be bothered to watch for movement.

He felt along the surface, looking for any creases or openings, nothing. The elevator looked like it had been made from one piece of material. But with this being the most exclusive as well as expensive hotel in all of Kanto, that was a hauntingly real possibility.

Ash knew there was no non-violent way out of the elevator. If he pried the doors open he would just be met with the wall, and there was no way his well-built frame could fit through the gap between elevator and wall. Hell he doubted anything alive could. He was stuck, and by the looks of things he would be for quite some time.

He figured he should meditate; he hadn't done that in a while, and it seemed like a good idea. However, when he tried it he fell asleep again without noticing

Ash was shaken out of his slumber by something prodding his side. The prodding increased in force after he grumbled for five more minutes. Finally, Ash figured he should wake up. He expected to see Lucario's reprimanding scowl. And to hear his deep voice telling him he had slept in again. But that was not who he saw. Actually, whom he saw was probably the opposite of Lucario.

"Sonny, we got the elevator fixed, you're free to leave now" An older voice said to him.

Ash rubbed his eyes, making sure he had heard right, "Elevator?"

The old man nodded, "Yep. We got a warning on our elevator moniter that this elevator had failed at 3:29 AM."

"Of course." Ash grumbled to himself. Then said, "What time is it now."

"Its…" The man said, checking his watch "11:00"

Ash's jaw dropped, he had been stuck in an elevator for more than 7 hours!

Ash collected himself, thanked the man, and then walked out of the elevator. Just as he walked over to a computer his stomach growled. Showing the signs of well over 12 hours without food.

Ash sighed, now was really not a good time. But he couldn't argue, because food sounded really good right now. He wondered where he should go, then the in hotel restaurant crossed his mind. And Ash couldn't help but chuckle

'Sure!' he thought 'And I'm the Kanto champion!'

He walked out of the lobby and down the road. On his way to his desired location there were many adoring fans that asked for his autograph, for a picture, or for a date. He accepted everything except the date. Some of the girls were pretty good looking, but they weren't his type. So after he made it to a restaurant he sat down and ordered something simple: A hamburger with fries.

He was shocked again when a blonde haired champion sat in the booth across from him.

'Her hairs different today' Ash noted, 'Must be trying to escape the media'

True to Ash's statement, Cynthia's hair was no longer occupied with the black hair clips, nor did it cover her right eye. Instead it flowed elegantly down her back. Allowing both of her breathtaking eyes to study you.

Ash was confused, but decided he might as well ask, "What's with the hair? Did the paparazzi refuse to leave you alone?"

Cynthia giggled, "Can't a girl just get a hair cut?"

Ash was shocked, but Cynthia turned around to allow him to see her now much shorter hair. It was still the same style, but instead of going to the small of her back it stopped between her shoulder blades.

"I guess, but it looks great." Ash complimented, and it wasn't just to be kind. He really thought it looked good.

"But you were right about the media. They are practically at my door every other minute!" She sighed exasperatedly, "I had to go out my window just to get here."

The waitress who had taken his order decided to come back and give him his food. Her happy grin disappearing as she took note of the beautiful blonde across from Ash. Nevertheless, she asked what she would like to eat and or drink. Even though Cynthia was over 21, she never really warmed up to drinking beer in the morning. She only drank alcohol in the evening, or after dinner.

"Water will be perfect." She said.

"Will that be all?" the waitress asked.

Cynthia nodded, and just before the waitress was out of an earshot she muttered

"Lucky bitch!"

Ash's eyes widened and Cynthia broke down in giggles.

"You want me to have a chat with her about that?" Ash asked

"No, it's alright. I think she thinks you and I are dating" She said, recovering from her outburst, "I'm sorry, I haven't laughed like that in forever! It felt… nice"

Ash nodded, he knew the feeling, "Don't worry about it, I did something like that a few days ago. It does feel… nice" He said as a smirk at the last bit

Cynthia's eyes widened in mock shock, "Oh my Red! Did you just mock me?"

Ash's smirk held, but he winced inwardly at the mention of Red. And with that, he knew what he had to do.

"Maybe. But listen, Cynthia, after we finish here can you and I go to a more private place? There is something extremely important and private I need to tell you."

Cynthia was a little shocked; This was like one of those cliché rape scenarios. But she wasn't concerned. She had her Pokémon, and she had some regulations of her own.

"Yes we can, but no offense, would be it alright if you didn't bring any Pokémon? I know it sounds like I don't trust you, but I haven't known you for all that long."

Ash nodded, knowing where she was coming from, "Relax, I don't have any Pokémon anyway. I left them all back in the room. And I wouldn't rape you Cynthia."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, "You psychic?"

"No, I just know where this is coming from, and I guess my request was a little odd sounding. But what I plan on telling you cannot be heard by the media." Ash said seriously. He was putting a lot of faith in the champion, but he felt that he could trust her.

The pair continued to chat until Ash finished his food. Then, after paying, they walked out of the restaurant and into the forest.

"So where is your private spot, Red?" Cynthia asked.

"Just up ahead." Ash answered, "There will be no cameras or hidden microphones here."

Cynthia nodded, then her thoughts floated to what her companion was going to tell her. Would he ask her out? Maybe. Would she say yes? She thought on this. Yes, she thought. Yes I would. But what if its about his past? Maybe he's like a secret criminal or forgotten champion. Or maybe he's undercover for the KIC (Kanto investigation center). Then her mind went into immature mode, her thoughts even gracing super hero. But she was shaken out of her musings by Ash's voice.

"We're here."

She was shocked. This was not what she was expecting. A beautiful lake that was so clear you could see all the way to the bottom.

"You like?" Ash asked

Cynthia nodded, too awestruck to say anything

"This lake was formed by aura users over a century ago. They put an aura barrier around the lake so only those blessed with the ability to use aura can enter. She had failed to notice that the whole time she and Ash had been holding hands. Cynthia blushed and let go of Ash's hand, but as soon as she did, Ash and the lake disappeared. Only a not so pristine cliff wall remained.

Suddenly the cliff wall vanished and Ash and the Lake reappeared

"Sorry, but you don't have the ability to use aura." Ash said with a sweat drop, "But you do have a slight understanding of it."

Cynthia nodded, "Now, what did you want to tell me."

"Well, the first thing on my list was my aura abilities, but with me showing you the lake that gets checked off my list." Ash said, rubbing the back of his neck

Cynthia raised an eyebrow, "A list?"

"Yeah" Ash said sheepishly, but then his tone turned serious, "Look, I want you promise me two things before I tell you."

"Okay?' she was a little confused but she went with it.

"1. You cannot flip shit and run away. You can flip shit and stay here, but don't run."

"Alright, I promise."

"2. You cannot tell anyone, not even your grandmother or your best friends until I tell them first or I have given you permission to tell them"

"Okay." She was loosing more sight of where this was going

"Say you promise!" Ash said seriously.

"I give you my word." Cynthia said

Ash nodded, and took a deep breath. He removed his sunglasses and changed his eye color to their original golden color. Then he ran his hands repeatedly through his spiked up hair. Making it look like a short version of his original style (Before eh left).

Cynthia's breath hitched, and her eyes went wide. Sure there was no Z marks, those had faded with age. Sure there was currently no Pikachu, but he was back at the hotel room. Sure he had matured and grown taller and stronger, but he was still

"Ash"


AN:

Wow, getting over writers block was tough. And getting all three chapters done in a week was even tougher, but hey, late nights and sleeping through my fourth period class paid off! Well, not for me but for you. So as of right now, I am tired, its 11:00 at night, and the haters can wait until morning.