I hope you will all enjoy this chapter immensely. I think you might, but you guys are the only judges of that. So, without further ado, let's start Chapter 10!

Chapter 10

An Evening

Righteous anger was still coursing through Ash's veins by the time they exited the coliseum. In fact, it was so bad that Serena and Clemont had to hold Ash back from chasing after Seamus and teaching him who the cowards were. Pikachu ended up being caught by the tail as he tried to do the same exact thing, with Brock dragging him away.

"Unbelievable…" Dawn breathed. She and the rest of her team were walking alongside Team Ketchum while they exited the coliseum. Clemont had already stopped holding Ash back personally and was now using his Aipom Arm to do the job for him. "We've seen some things, but that…?"

"You mean…you've seen trainers release their Pokémon for losing a single battle before?" Serena asked. She sounded shocked, and Ash honestly couldn't blame her whatsoever. Seeing something like that was not a pretty sight.

"Yeah, but just once," Dawn admitted. "And Paul never made other trainers release their Pokémon."

"And he never beat on said Pokémon outside of their release," Brock reminded her. Dawn nodded sagely, as if remembering that fact just supported her statement. "Like I said: Team Brutal really lives up to their name."

"I'll teach them not to mess with Pokémon like that!" Ash suddenly roared out. His outburst appeared to draw a little attention from the crowd around them.

"Pikachu pika!" Pikachu screamed out with his trainer. The raven haired trainer noticed Serena rolling her eyes and she got behind him to keep pushing him toward the hotel. May suddenly joined him in step at his side.

"You're not the only one who wants a crack at them," May reminded him. Ash frowned at her, but had to accept it as the truth. Judging by the way that every trainer had been reacting in the coliseum, from Team Rocket's frantic scrabbling to Aria's cold proclamation, every single team wanted a crack at taking Team Brutal down a peg. Ash, however, was feeling something just a little deeper than that, and it caused his steps to quicken up a pace, dragging Serena along with him while Clemont just detached his invention from Ash.

"Ash, slow down…" Serena whispered in his ear, unable to get out much more than that. He hardly even heard her. From the moment they had met, Seamus had gotten on his nerves, and now he had just stepped over the line. Was it because he knew people like Paul before? Or was it just his own general demeanor? He always believed life was sacred and saw no point in hurting things needlessly. Sure, he loved Pokémon battling, but that was sport. He would never take his attacks so far as to actually wound a Pokémon to the point that it needed a doctor. Paul was the only one he'd seen ever get that close, and that may have been attributed to his own stubbornness. What Seamus had done…that was pure cruelty. "Ash, stop!"

"Huh?" Ash said, finally heeding the words of the blonde hanging on to him. He turned and saw Serena standing there with a scowl on her face. He didn't like the sight of that as it ruined her very attractive features.

"I know you're upset, Ash, but really, you separated from the group," she said, now letting go of him and placing her hands on her hips. Shame flooded through Ash and he hung his head a little, looking at Serena from under the brim of his hat to smile sheepishly. She just sighed and dropped the scowl. "It's not like I'm mad at you. Those guys were…wrong."

"Yeah, sorry. I just wasn't thinking," Ash told her. "People like them get me really angry."

"Me too, but, uh…we should really get back to the rest of the group," Serena chuckled out. Ash looked around and suddenly noticed that he actually had no idea where they were.

"Uh…I'm just a little lost." Ash's admission didn't seem to come as a surprise to Serena, because she giggled as a response. She jerked her head down a street and began leading the way.

"This is the way back to the hotel," she said and began leading him down said street. Ash followed behind her. His rage was still there, and he had a feeling it would be going all night, but a little of it was starting to quell inside of him. In order to try and distract his mind from the events of that day, he stared at Serena's back while she led him forward.

Her hair bounced as she moved and Ash found himself almost mesmerized. Pikachu appeared to notice this staring because he crawled on top of Ash's head, reminding him that his best buddy was still there. That made Ash want to slap himself. He had never thought this way before, so what was going on right now that he was suddenly focused on Serena and her hair? Seriously, what was up with that? Not that he hadn't thought about her hair before. He thought it had looked cute when she originally cut it. He particularly liked that she had used the ribbon he'd given her as part of her outfit. At the time, however, it didn't mean anything to him. Now, though…it made him feel quite nice inside.

"Ta-da!" Serena said and Ash stopped his staring to notice they were at the hotel. "Ash, are you okay?"

"What? Why would you ask that?" Ash stammered out, his heart feeling like it was a battering ram on his ribcage. This was not how he wanted to feel today.

"You've been staring off into space a lot today, even before the thing with Team Brutal," Serena noted. Ash frowned at her apologetically and she suddenly nodded emphatically. "I know what might cheer you up! Why don't we…um…?"

Ash stared at her once again, watching as she couldn't get whatever words she wanted to say out. She was flushing horribly and her fingers were twisting together nervously. Ash waited for her to finish, but when it looked like she wasn't going to be able to finish, he decided to save them both from the awkwardness. "I'm just hungry. Need food. Right, Pikachu?"

"Chu…" Pikachu said. Ash wanted to glare at his partner, knowing that he was calling Ash a name that couldn't possibly be true. Serena nodded again, not speaking anymore, and she turned to head into the hotel as swiftly as she possibly could. When she was out of earshot, Ash turned towards Pikachu as best as he could.

"What was that supposed to mean?" Ash asked incredulously. "I'm not a liar. I really am hungry."

"Pikapi, Pikachu chu…"

"Fine, be that way, buddy," Ash finished. "You can find ketchup on your own tonight." Pikachu responded to that by hopping off Ash's head and on to the ground. He gave his trainer one last exasperated look and scampered off into the hotel. Ash huffed with a frown and then realized he had to follow his best friend in if he actually wanted any food. He'd barely stepped a foot inside when he felt two pairs of arms grab him and pull him over to a secluded corner of the lobby. When he was firmly seated on one of the couches there he looked up at his assailants. "Uh, Gary, Brock…what's this about?"

"You tell us, Ashy-boy," Gary snickered. Ash looked at him, genuine confusion on his face. "What were you and Serena up to?"

"We got lost…I got lost, actually," he admitted, not quite getting what Gary was implying.

"Right…'lost'," Gary said. "You sure you weren't up to anything else?"

"I don't get it. Brock, what's he talking about?" Ash asked, pointing at Gary who was quickly being consumed by his chuckles. Brock sighed and took a seat next to Ash, looking at him with every bit of seriousness. His face quickly started drawing closer and Ash was feeling creeped out. He drew his face back, not wanting to be in the radius of Brock's "creeper zone" for any longer than he already had. Brock reached out and grabbed his hands desperately. "You guys are freaking me out. Brock, please let go of my hands."

"How, Ash?" Brock said darkly, his head hanging low as he continued holding Ash's hands. The black-haired boy tried to get his hands free, but it seemed like Brock was holding them as if they were in a vice. He finally lifted his face and had tears streaming down from his eyes. "How do you travel with these girls? How do you get them all to fall for you?"

"Now we've crossed into creepy territory…" Ash muttered under his breath. Gary finished his laughing and sat himself next to Ash, throwing an arm over his shoulder.

"Serena's in love with you, Ashy-boy," Gary said plainly. For a moment, Ash didn't say anything. In fact, he was pretty sure that his brain had broken down from what Gary had said considering he wasn't even thinking anything, either.

"No, she isn't," Ash denied. Brock and Gary nearly fell off the couch.

"Holy Miltanks and Tauroses," Gary snapped. "You really are incredibly dense. Are you trying to tell me that you don't see the looks of admiration she throws at you, or the blushes? This girl could be the chairwoman of the Ash Fan Club!"

"Gary, Ash has traveled with, what is it, four other girls?" Brock said. Ash frowned; they were starting to act like he wasn't even there. "He hasn't even noticed that at least two of them had feelings for him. That's not going to change just because he's better at battling. You need a less direct approach."

"I'm hungry," Ash said, now fully uncomfortable with the conversation. He got up to go get his food, but Brock pulled him straight down. He didn't hold his hands this time or start crying. Brock just looked straight at Ash with the most stern expression he'd ever worn outside of a lecture, causing him to swallow. Maybe this was a lecture. The hunger in his stomach was starting to recede unnervingly.

"Ash, I'm only going to say this once, as someone who has experienced a fair amount of love and loss in his life," he said sternly. Ash was listening intently, not that he was given much choice. Even though he was trapped, he wanted to hear what Brock had to say. "Don't let someone like Serena get away."

"Why would I? She's my fr-"

"Ash," he repeated, making any response die in Ash's throat. "I'm not telling you to do anything, but look at her and listen to her. Don't focus so much on one thing that everything around you gets pushed aside."

Ash had heard those words before. He had heard a variation of them from Ramos, right before his gym battle…right before Serena's first performance…before that day they spent on the town. At least, that was how he remembered it. Did Serena remember it differently? Brock and Gary were walking away now, the younger of the two continuing to snicker as they departed. Ash was still lingering with his thoughts, which in and of itself was unusual for him. He preferred acting, not thinking, and while he couldn't understand Brock's words, he felt like he wanted to understand them.

Don't focus so much on one thing that everything around you gets pushed aside. The only conclusion he could reach from Brock's words were that he shouldn't think only about winning his next gym battle, or the Kalos League, or this tournament. He should stop and look at everything. Because nothing we do is a waste of time. That was right…He had to pay attention to more. He had to pay attention to Serena. After all, if it weren't for her, he wasn't entirely sure he would have had the will to keep training after that very first battle with Viola. She deserved attention for all she'd done for him, and as he thought about how her skin had burned his hand today, or the way her hair bounced, Ash came to a single solid conclusion.

He knew what he had to do.

Serena felt like a miserable wreck.

She was so close, just one inch away from asking Ash out for the evening. And it wasn't going to be something like "a day without our Pokémon" or something like that. She was going to ask him on an honest-to-goodness date, hopefully complete with dinner and some handholding, or something along those lines. Then she choked, and Ash's stomach took precedence over all else.

"What'd he do this time?" Bonnie asked perkily. She was grinning at Serena from ear to ear from her seat at the table where she and her brother were sitting. Her face was propped up in her hands as she continued to grin cheekily.

"Who did what, Bonnie?" Clemont asked. Bonnie hopped off her chair, and with strength that was very disproportionate to her size, pushed her brother over to a different table where Team Coordinator was sitting. They, and he, were immeasurably surprised.

"You're too dense for this conversation," Bonnie said, and she returned to Serena, who was now sitting.

"Bonnie, are you sure you're not like a seventeen-year-old trapped in an eight-year old's body?" she asked skeptically. Bonnie giggled madly and Dedenne, as impressionable as it was, imitated her.

"Nope, I'm just not as dense as the boys around us." She sat back again, now sipping on her soda gleefully, all the while kicking her legs back and forth. "So, what happened now?"

"Nothing," she answered. Bonnie raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing her. "I'm serious, Bonnie, nothing happened. I…couldn't get the words out."

"You keep going like that and I'll end up stealing him away from you," whispered a familiar voice, complemented with a hot breath, on her ear. Serena nearly jumped five feet into the air as she spun her chair around to see a lurking Miette. In the distance, Nini and Aria were getting some food. The honey-blonde Performer also noticed Conway lurking somewhere in the bushes, likely stalking Dawn.

"Miette…how pleasant to see you," Serena lied straight through her teeth. Miette smiled and took the seat next to her. "You performed…admirably in today's competition."

"I look forward to seeing what you can do tomorrow," Miette taunted back, the smile playing on her face for a brief moment before it dropped off. "I hope you can manage to beat them."

Bonnie pouted at those words and Serena instantly picked up on exactly what Miette meant. They were rivals until the very end, she was certain of it, but there was a sense of solidarity between her and Miette in that moment. Something there linked them beyond their mutual crush on Ash or their path to being Kalos Queen; it was a genuine love for Pokémon, and a distaste for such senseless brutality. Serena nodded, and that seemed good enough for Miette to resume their rivalry.

"So, you ended up getting tongue tied? That's a shame, Serena," Miette shrugged out.

"It was just once!" Serena snapped, surprised that she was admitting this to her fiercest foe in the quest for Ash's heart. "Besides, I'm not entirely sure Ash would have understood even if I did ask him."

"Aren't you just making excuses? He seemed to understand me this morning perfectly fine," Miette said confidently, causing Serena to fume internally. The bluenette laughed before reaching over and patting Serena on the knee. "Don't worry about it, Serena. I'm laying off of you for the rest of the week. But if you haven't asked Ash out by the dance, it looks like we'll be having a repeat of last time."

Her voice was so singsong and teasing that Serena just wanted to cringe inside and out. She didn't do that, but she didn't do much of anything else, either. Was that what Miette had mentioned to Ash before the competition that morning? Which, speaking of Ash, where was he anyway? Wasn't he hungry? Or was he just as embarrassed by her lame attempts at asking him out as she was? How she wanted to cover her face, change her name to something like Yvonne and run away to another country. But she wouldn't give Miette the satisfaction, and nor did she need to when she saw Ash enter the cafeteria and head straight for her.

"Serena, hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" Serena stopped herself from flushing to a nice shade of magenta, stopping at a red color. Miette had raised eyebrows, like she couldn't actually believe what was happening. Bonnie, meanwhile, was kicking her legs up and down as she was thrown into stitches of laughter. Serena would have shot a rather nasty look to the girl to stop her, but in front of Ash it would have been all too obvious even with how incredibly oblivious he was. Instead, she stood and pushed her chair away.

"S-sure…" she answered, walking over to join Ash. He subsequently led her to a more deserted portion of the cafeteria. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"You wanna go to the festival with me tonight?"

Serena's heart stopped. She was certain that she was dead, otherwise she would be breathing. The Performer, instead, was staring straight ahead blankly. Had Ash just asked her…on a date? Without provocation from her end? She couldn't get her tongue to work properly to form an answer, and she soon noticed that Ash was waving his hand in front of her in order to elicit a reaction. After a bit more prodding, she finally managed to gargle out an answer.

"Y-yes," she squeaked. She wasn't sure if it was quite an intelligible answer, but Ash seemed to deem it good enough.

"Awesome!" he said triumphantly. He didn't look nearly as nervous as she felt. "I just…I want to thank you for everything you've done for me since we met. Especially today. If you hadn't taught me Rhyhorn Racing, I wouldn't have been able to do so well. And I'd be totally lost without you and your map. I really appreciate all of it. So, I'll see you in an hour?"

"Definitely," Serena gasped out, her blood pumping again and her mind coming back to her in fragments.

"Hey, Ash!" she suddenly heard Sawyer call as the green haired trainer came dashing towards him. "You were awesome today! I was taking notes like crazy the entire time. Let's catch up."

"Sure thing, but I can't talk too long," Ash told him, walking away from Serena. She decided that she couldn't stay here long either. Squealing just a little inside, she smiled brilliantly and left the cafeteria, ignoring the looks Bonnie and Miette were no doubt shooting her and heading straight for her room.

I can't believe it…it must be a dream! She couldn't help thinking as she entered the room. The honey-blonde dove for her bag instantly and started looking for something nice to wear; something that would fit the theme of the festival. She remembered hearing it was the Dragon Tamer's Festival, a show of history on the modern stage. Remembering that, Serena quickly grabbed some of her costumes out that she had collected on her shopping trips throughout the Kalos region.

"Braixen, Pancham, Sylveon, which one should I wear?" Serena asked her Pokémon seriously. She knew that, perhaps, Ash wasn't thinking of this as a date in the sense that she was, but she wasn't letting a chance like this slip away from her when it was up for the grabbing. Braixen and Pancham immediately answered, but both chose different ones. Sylveon ended up being the tie breaker, deciding on a beautiful kimono she had purchased in Laverre City during their extended stay there. Thanking her Pokémon, Serena dashed in for a quick shower before changing into the magenta kimono and accenting it by attaching the ribbon from her usual traveling outfit on top of it.

When the hour had passed, Serena felt she looked very pretty, affirmed by her Pokémon, who she left to their own devices. Attaching a very beautiful smile to her face, Serena practically bounced on her way downstairs to where Ash was waiting. He hadn't changed his attire, though it did seem like he'd left his hat behind. For a moment, Serena felt a little silly, being so dressed up like this. That fear fell away at Ash's words.

"You look nice," he said honestly. That time, she couldn't stop the heat rising to her cheeks.

"So, uh…where did we plan on going?" she asked as Ash began leading them outside the hotel once again. With the sun sinking, the lights on the streets were beginning to glow once again, bathing them in beautiful shades of colors. Ash didn't answer right away while Serena stared at him. After a bit of time, she noticed something off. "Where's Pikachu?"

"Brock's giving him and the rest of the Pokémon a checkup," Ash admitted. "To answer you, there's apparently this big mural in the city hall on display and they're giving some kind of play put on by a theater group."

"Sounds fun!" Serena said. Ash smiled at her, causing her stomach to do a few flips, and the two set off towards the large building that was city hall. It was so large that it wasn't even hard for Ash to find. Unsurprisingly, it was packed with people, all looking at different artifact displays. Some were looking at the murals, too, which Ash ran right up to.

"Whoa…this Rayquaza looks…different…" Ash commented. Serena laughed under her breath.

"You're always so interested by Pokémon," she said to him as she walked up to his side. He was so close to her that she could practically feel his warmth radiating off of his body. It was nice.

"Of course I am," Ash answered. "There're so many different types and cool things about them, I love learning everything I can. There are a lot of things in this world to see and do. Besides, how can I call myself a Pokémon Master if I don't like meeting new Pokémon?"

"True enough," Serena responded. Her eyes scanned along the mural, drawn in by its beautiful artwork and near representation of history.

"Fascinated by the mural?" Serena turned her head at the same time as Ash to see Aston approaching with a wide smile on his face. Serena grinned right back at him while Ash looked adorably confused.

"Oh, Ash, this is Mayor Aston of Ancien City. We met on the day we first arrived here, and he's one of the commentators," Serena introduced. Ash's confusion melted into a grin and he held out his hand to shake the elderly man's hand. With introductions completed, Aston turned to the mural and began walking the length of it. The two followed him.

"This mural represents the far past of Ancien City," Aston began to explain. "Once upon a time almost three thousand years ago, there was a great war between Pokémon and people. Between Kalos and other countries."

Serena listened raptly, and it soon came to seem like Aston's voice was that of a narrator or a simple orator, passing down history. As he spoke, the pictures took on a life of their own and she seemed to fade into that same history, though she had enough presence of mind to realize that Ash had slipped her hand into his and was pulling her along.

Once upon a time, almost three thousand years ago, there was a great war between Pokémon and people. Between Kalos and other countries. That war ripped the world apart. Some believe that is when Mega Evolution in its primal form was born. Chief amongst the calamities in the war was Rayquaza, whose mighty Mega Evolution razed the land indiscriminately, so angered it was by the disturbances of nature.

One town that tried to appease the wrath of the great Rayquaza was Ancien Town, a town filled with the Draconid people. They worshipped the mighty dragon, in great respect for his power. Rayquaza, in its infinite graciousness, spared the quiet Draconid clan.

However, as the war grew, so too did peace fade. One day, a great weapon was fired from the Kalos region. That day, the Draconid Clan vanished into a void. Many decades after the war, when some new people traveled to the sight that was once Ancien Town, they discovered evidence of that lost race. There, they came to a single conclusion: that the Draconid people had not died, but had been pulled into an alternate dimension, and that our two dimensions were linked by meteorites found at the site of destruction!

In order to honor those who had fallen, the meteorites were enshrined in a place of honor. However, when they did, those who had discovered the truth found a smaller dimension that only appeared on the night of a moonless sky underneath the Draco constellation. Inside that dimension, they claimed, the Pokémon Jirachi was seen, but was unreachable. No one could figure out how these dimensions were linked, and thus, they left it as a mystery for the ages.

Aston stopped walking as he finished his tale, and he turned towards the two youngsters with a rather solemn look on his face. Serena finished examining the wall, noticing that at the end of it was a blank spot, like it was incomplete.

"Why's the rest of the wall blank?" Ash asked. Serena noticed that his hand was still holding on to hers.

"That is for untold history," Aston told them, stroking his chin softly. "Even to this day, scientists believe that the Draconids yet exist on the other side of the dimension. There were claims that at some point, oh, about three years ago or so, the dimensions connected and something happened, but there was nothing definitive. This blank space on the mural was left there as a hopes of bringing the Draconid Clan's story to its conclusion."

"It's quite a story," Serena said. She wasn't skeptical about it, not after the things she'd seen on her journey thus far, but the story was so grand in the telling it was almost hard to believe. "Almost like a fable."

"Hey, who's this?" Ash asked, pointing to the very last picture before the mural trailed off into nothingness. Serena took a look with him to where a picture of a girl with lilac hair was standing atop a barren grassland, a group of five surrounding her. Unlike the girl, their features were indistinguishable.

"Oh, that would be Aster," Aston commented. "There were rumors, some time ago of course, that on the other side there was a great war. A girl named Aster tried to lead her people to peace, but was felled by the great strife in the land. She was said by some pioneers to be the 'guardian of the Draconids', a bulwark for all the tragedy in the world. I would have liked to have met her…if she were real."

"Wow…" Ash breathed, still wholly entranced by the mural. Aston appeared to find his fascination amusing, because he threw his head back and gave out a barking laugh.

"Well, this is all conjecture of course, and it makes for a nice story during the festival, either way," Aston chuckled out. "Speaking of, the play is due to start any time now. It's a dramatized version of the story I just told you, and I think you'll find it most enjoyable. Concessions are allowed, too."

"Sweet! Serena, I'll save us some seats!" Ash cried out. Serena lamented the loss of his hand in hers, but was still happy to see him running off like a gleeful child. While she did so, a thought came into her head.

"I have to ask, Mayor Aston, all of this history is cool, but why is the festival called the Dragon Tamer Festival?" she asked curiously. Aston looked at her and grinned a toothy grin.

"Because the Draconid Clan was a clan of dragon tamers. They could tame an army of dragons if they so chose. We honor them during the tournament because of the Draco constellation."

Serena would have asked him to expound more on the topic, but Ash was running back with a bucket of popcorn and even some cotton candy. Aston gave her another smile and a wave before she was being whisked off by Ash to the play. He had managed to reserve the perfect seats for them: right in the middle, not too high up, but not front row either. Actually, Serena was certain they weren't exactly alone, either. She was almost certain that she caught a glimpse of May, Dawn and Bonnie sneaking somewhere in the crowd (followed by a much less obvious Conway). Once the play started, she didn't care.

It certainly was a dramatic telling of the story that Aston had shared with them. It was so dramatic, it almost brought a tear to Serena's eyes, though she guessed that some of it was added or theorized upon for the purposes of being a play. Perhaps the most emotional moments were the midpoint of the play and the ending. Near the midpoint, there was a moment of hope for the Draconid Clan as a man as tall as a mountain visited them and they begged him to spare their town from the coming war. The man was so wracked with grief, he would not hear their pleas and they could do nothing but wish the great Rayquaza would rain destruction upon him and his "weapon". The biggest tearjerker, however, was the ending. The story had shifted to the great war in the other dimension and Aster's final stand. As she died in her friend's arms, she made the friend promise a road to peace would be found. At that moment, a shadow like Rayquaza passed over them and the two were consumed in light, fading into an endless story.

Serena's tears fell down her face at such a tragic ending and she tried to hide them from Ash. He just stared at the stage, his own eyes appearing to water. "Kind of reminds me of that Mirror world from Reflection Cave. I wonder how they're doing…I wonder…if they're still together like we are."

"I'm sure they are," Serena replied quietly. Then, under her breath, she muttered, "I hope we'll be together forever."

She wasn't entirely sure that Ash had heard her, but from the way he pulled her close to him with one arm, Serena figured that he just may have heard and answered.

Author's Note: A little shorter of a chapter, but if I didn't end it here, it would have turned into a truly mammoth chapter and I didn't want that, so I ended it at what I felt was a perfect place. This was probably one of my favorite chapters to write that, other than Amourshipping, I won't divulge the reason why. As for the history that Aston was speaking of, I've realized I am an absolute sucker for alternate dimensions. I don't know why, either…Anyway, the tournament recommences in the next chapter with day four! Will Ash and the team be able to keep their lead over Team Brutal? Will they teach them not to mess with other Pokémon? How will the other trainers react? All that and more next time.

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