Hello everybody! And, I don't really have an excuse: school is hard but I could write but I felt my writing style slipping in the last few chapters and that was kind of getting to me so I had to take this time off. That is very sad. For that I apologize. Finally, I just want to say thank you for all the support and all the feedback that I have received off of you, it really means a lot. Now, onto the reviews:

MidnightRebellion86: Thanks! Also, thanks again for understanding.

AshKetchumDarkSie: Yes, the joke did make me laugh and I don't really know: I can't think of anyone at this point but maybe later.

Espeon44: Probably, but that will be in a more chilled out chapter where there isn't much going on.

Rams34: Thanks, and can I ask you a question? Why does everybody like Salvia so much? It's just a question, not trying to be rude.

Raiders89: They'll each go on dates with Ash, and no… Selina is not evil.

Jaguars5: Probably just Pikachu because… it's Pikachu but I don't know, maybe. And yes, they will.

Cardinals44: Yep, out of that OC group, they would be the two that you would consider rivals, but I guess all of them are each other's rivals…

FanFic Meister: Yes, I know that but I am trying to find a way to incorporate it into the story seeing as some of the girls that Bonnie has said that too are with Ash now, but I'll find something. Thanks for the suggestion as well.

Astros1: Yep.

Guest: Don't mention it! And I had a shit Halloween but that doesn't matter.

Baby Roy C: I will try to write longer chapter in the future but this week has been kind of hectic so I haven't had time but I will use your advice.

RashidMamunur2014: Yeah… well…

Red the Pokémon Master: Yep, you are 100% accurate with that analysis. Also, thanks for the suggestion, but is that Shauna from Hoenn or Kalos, just need specification.

Quick thanks to Killer999, SkkyFish, VoidKnight, ShadowKnight77 and Let's Try This.

Onto Chapter 11! P.S: This chapter gets quite graphic.

Speech- "Go Pikachu!"

Thoughts- 'Go Pikachu!'

Pokémon Moves- Thunderbolt

Aura Speech- 'Go Pikachu'.

Past Tense- Go Pikachu!

That feeling came back to Ash's mind as he embarked back to the Pokémon Centre; it had disappeared about an hour ago but now it was back. Said teenager was currently walking hand-in-hand with two females known as Angie and Aria. However, this feeling was different than the other times. During the other times, he had felt scared, threatened by something unknown to him but now, it felt like that presence was breathing down his neck, chilling his spine to the bone and freezing it to his skin: he felt as though someone had a knife to his throat and if he made one wrong move, he would die. But, he dealt with feelings like this daily when he was on Mt. Silver: the cold, the feeling of danger but what had him here, was that it felt like someone was trying to hurt the girls beside him as well as himself, that if he made a bad decision, they would have to pay his price.

Picking up the pace, Ash was keeping an eye on the crowd as he went. At the sight of anyone suspicious, he narrowed his eyes to deter the would-be attacker. In fact, Ash's whole Aura gave out that vibe of 'If you come near us, I will slaughter you' but that seemed to work just fine as no one had come near them. He felt as if he was on a knife's edge and was ready to go berserk at any moment to protect his mates. In the background, he could hear them quietly conversing, talking about Pokémon or Ash or the island or something. This small piece of information seemed to put Ash's brain to rest for a while, their words acting like a sanctum for this madness.

"You will fail, Ash Ketchum." A voice broke through the hollow armour of Ash's mind, a slimy voice drenched in venom that had corroded away any humanity from his voice. His voice box was broken, melted by the toxic and refused to cooperate, giving him a deep voice that broke and scratched. Claws of poison scratched at Ash's brain, threatening to break it into chunks of useless flesh or shards of broken sanity. "You will never find me, so stop trying. Why don't you give me those girls as a payment, then I might leave you alone? Lead them into that alley-way to your right if you want to confirm your transaction."

This phrase sent Ash overboard: give up his mates? Give up the people he loves to this mad man. No, never. His eyes darkened, sinking into his skull as midnight took over his vision, and he could feel the blood boil in his veins. Crimson took over the chocolate, the flames of fury in Ash's eyes so hot that they threatened to eliminate the brown colour almost entirely. Black turned to the same realm of red on his arm, the mark lighting up like a bulb of scarlet. Now, he was being over protective. Now, he was the mad man. Now he was going to be the one who kills someone today.

The bright hue erupted from Ash's arm bought gazes from onlookers, who all met his eyes before their souls seemed to vanish from their bodies, locking all use of their bodies off. However, it also caught the eyes of Angie and Aria.

"Ash." Angie called out, a tone of fear to her voice.

"Ash." Aria said, slightly louder. Their voices acted like cement for Ash's mind: this is what this traitorous scum wanted, these pure, innocent girls were going to be kidnapped, raped and probably killed and Ash wouldn't let that happen…

"ASH!" Two voices broke through Ash's nightmarish dream, causing him to look at them, rage and fire still existent in his eyes. Looking at the scarred looks on their faces, fear etched into their eyes made Ash die inside: he had made the girls who he loved fear him. Releasing their hands from his grasp, Ash took a few steps back, before his eyes met the floor, the darkness in them not gone.

Even after he had hear faint footsteps making their way towards him, Ash looked at the stone paved street. He had failed, he had let them fear him, and he had turned into that monster that he had turned into five years ago…

A pair of soft hands on the side of his face, forced Ash to meet their eyes. They no longer held fear or loathing like he had fought, they held compassion and worry.

"Oh, Ash." Aria muttered, coming forward to look at his eyes in more depth. He hated them, but she seemed to indulge in them, intrigued by his misshapen and distorted eyes.

"We're here for you, you know that right?" Angie asked, coming close to bring her head to his chest. Tears broke through the thick layer of crimson and threatened to spill but instead, Ash willed them away before taking the girls into his arms.

"Thank you." He breathed into their hair. They stayed there for a few minutes, passing citizens staring at the odd mix of ashen, green and pink hair that stood in the middle of the path. After they had finished, Ash's toothy grin broke through his features once more.

"Come on, we're close." He said, grabbing their hands and started running, all three of them laughing and giggling all the way. However, while they were running, Ash caught a look at himself in one of the shops windows: his eyes were still black. This had happened a few times, usually when immense protection override every inch of his body, but it had always disappeared a few moments after the threat was gone. So why were they still present? Shaking his head, he turned back to see the girls still laughing so he played along with the act, hopping that they wouldn't find it suspicious.

Eventually, they reached the branded hall of heroes, and slowed down to a near stop, Ash braced his muscular frame into a crouching position to catch his breath. Behind him, he could hear the quiet pants of his female company. Glancing up at the Pokémon Centre, he grabbed the girls by the hands, intertwining his fingers between their own, causing an outburst of crimson on their cheeks. Slowly, they made their way towards the sliding doors.

Not 2 seconds after the doors opened, a pack of savage beasts attacked 2 out of the three, dragging Angie and Aria off to converse in the corner, while Ash smirked at their persistence. Looking around, he noticed that they were the only ones in the Pokémon Centre, aside from Rose and Joyce that is. Giving them a small wave, they waved back. Positioning his back against the marble, Ash let out a sigh: this was going to be one crazy month.

Under his skin, the muscles in his arm started constricting and burning, drawing the young adult's attention. Dancing and weaving throughout the deep cuts were a series of dark blues and purples mixing and convulsing into one, slowly spreading up his arm like a stream. Suddenly, he was losing oxygen, his mind was collapsing and his organs were failing. He didn't exactly know how or why, but he just knew. Throwing himself off of the wall, he began to stumble out of the centre to get some air, hoping that it would clear it.

Breaking through the thick layer of sky, Ash breathed in heavily, his once shallow breath becoming forgotten to the lifesaving sensation of fresh air. Chucking himself to the floor, he lay on his side, facing the sun as the air filled us his body and his nerves regained their senses.

"W-What t-the fuck was that?" He breathed out, watching the small slivers of Sun drift below the clouds. Darkness slowly eclipsed the land and Ash's electrified arm acted as the most powerful light source outside of the Centre. Some onlookers looked at him strange but continued on their travels, assuming that he was just insane. Grabbing at the dirt with his hands, Ash started to push off of the earth, rising to his weary feet like a fallen giant.

However, fate had a different ending for him.

Now, he was opening his eyes from a never ending darkness, only to meet a series of small lit up street lights, giving off a faint orange slow onto the cobbled pavement. He was back on the ground, a thin line of drool escaping his gaping mouth.

"No, really. What the fuck is going on?" The words tumbled slowly out of his mouth, collapsing on to the ground the same way he must have done. Shaking his head, he pushed himself off of the ground once more, successfully rising to his feet again. Gazing back, he saw the lights off in the Pokémon Centre, meaning that it was closed. Strange…

Deciding that he needed another walk to calm his nerves, he walked off into the night with only the bag on his pack that contained most of his Pokémon. Walking underneath one of the lights, he looked about the streets. No-one. No lights were on in any of the houses, no noises filled the air. Placing a tired hand to his head, he yawned, still surprisingly tired.

"You okay there buddy? You need to take a little nap?" That voiced stopped all movement from Ash as he heard footsteps getting closer. A chill entered his spine as the figure spoke once more, right on the back of his neck. "We can go back to the Pokémon Centre is you want. Be with you little harem… oh wait." He can to cackle, so loud it almost burst Ash's ear drum. Spinning round at neck breaking speeds, he saw nothing but the cover of darkness, coating the air in a thick mist.

"W-What did you do to them?" Ash asked, frightened and alone. He couldn't even distinguish reality from fiction anymore because it sounded exactly the same as their previous interaction. The cackling got louder.

"Come and see." Ash could hear the grin in his voice.

And off Ash started running. It didn't matter where, but he had to find them. He sprinted for what felt like hours, the world blurring past as he ran, looking down every alley, every window to find something, ANYTHING that would tell him where they were. The dull colours that he could see were slowly mixing together as he began to run out of breath and the chains of fatigue wrapped around his body. Collapsing to the floor, he felt the cold through his gloves and the evil rotted beneath these streets.

He heard the voice again. "You're so funny to watch. Reminds me of watching you when you were younger…" No. "Yes." The heavy sound of laughterstarted up again, but Ash could hear it below him, but also to his right and to his left and above him and behind him. Screaming out in agony, Ash sprinted forward, ready to collide with whatever was ahead. He felt the wall. He felt it fall underneath his weight. He felt it smash into his face.

Teary eyed, Ash ran his eyes off of the floor and towards the sky, seeing nothing but a dark corridor ceiling. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself off the cold and into the dark room. Limping toward the back end of the hall, he heard more laughing and… moaning? So many thoughts rushed to Ash's mind all at once and his eyes threatened to burst out of his skull. Picking up his pace, Ash dragged his broken body across the eroding tiles, what used to be pristine white fading into darkness. The laughing got louder. The moaning got louder. Eventually, a door made itself know to his eyes, red raw from his tears. Propelling him into a sprint, he smashed into the steel head first once more, supporting himself on entry this time.

And what he saw killed him.

Pinned against the wall by ropes of steel were Misty and May, stripped and beaten. Blood ran all the way down their naked bodies, cuts and scar colliding with a white, gooey substances mixing in with the crimson that made Ash sick to his stomach. Semen excreted from every entrance. Eventually Ash could take it. He emptied his belly onto the cold floor beneath his feet, not stopping for a second. His wrenching didn't even draw a breath from the girls. Finishing off his waste, his chocolate eyes glazed over their own: half open, drowned and blue around the rims. Tears freely ran now. But what he quickly noticed… is that they were remaining silent. Horror drew itself into Ash's features as he turned his face to his right.

There was the mysterious figure, masked and all, pounding into Angie while he slowly beat a weak and battered Aria. Ash could help but gag again, finalising his messy puddle of vomit on the ground, the strength leaving his arms, as he curled up next to it, unable to take his eyes off of the women he loved. Arias pink hair was coated in red, while Angie has thick streaks of white painted into it. Their breasts covered in semen and blood stood exposed to the world, bouncing up and down with painful effort as the figure kept assaulting them. Cries of pain and agony escaped their mouths, sending shivers down Ash's spine.

He was watching his mates get raped, and there was nothing that he could do about it.

Glancing at the perpetrator, he saw he tilt his head towards the teenage boy. He talked to Ash, but didn't stop. "Ah, how good of you to join us Ashy-Boy." He was wearing a black mask, embroidered by red jewels and gem stones. His eyes were covered, but he could see the satisfaction through the fabric. "You wanna take a swing at them, or should I just continue on myself?" That same smug, arrogant tone rolled off of his hidden tongue, ploughing deeper and deeper in Angie maiden-hood, causing her to scream and shout.

"Y-You're going to pay for this…" Ash didn't even care if this was a dream or if it was reality anymore: this person was hurting them and he would not stand for it. Slowly raising a shaky hand towards his backpack, he took hold of one of the Pokeballs, only for it to burn his fingers at the touch. Gritting his teeth, he threw the out of his pack and to the floor. Under his broken, soulless eyes, Ash stared in agony as the ball of red and white collapsed in on itself, shattering into shards of smooth glass as it hit the ground. A sob broke free from his throat as he reached up to touch the glassy fragments. Making contact with the pieces, blood began to pour out of his hand, the razor sharp material digging deep into his palm and into the muscle hidden below. Glaring back up at the figure, a chuckle escape the man's lips.

"Absolutely pathetic: can't even take his punishment like a man. Just like," He stopped before blowing off inside of a screaming Angie, who collapsed onto the cold ground head first: her tiny feet and hands curled up around her naked knees next to Aria, who had passed out from the pain. He continued, "Just like how these girls can't last a few rounds without going limp on me… Typical." He grabbed Aria by the hair, shaking her awaken. "I THOUGHT IT WAS THE GIRLS WHO WERE MEANT TO PLEASURE ME! SO WHY AM I THE ONE DOING ALL OF THE HARD WORK?!" He yelled at her face, tears leaking out of her once bright red eyes. Forcing her to the ground, Ash watched in anger and pain as he unhinged her jaw with his gloved hands. He was about to assault her once more, until a throaty sigh escaped her mouth.

"P-Please… just s-stop." These few words broke Ash's heart and he could see grin forming under that fabric mask.

"Stop? Stop? STOP!? WHY SHOULD I STOP!? YOU'RE ALL SO PATHETIC JUST LIKE YOUR WORTHLESS EXCUSE FOR AN AURA GUARDIAN!" The masked assailant shouted back in rebellion, smacking her hard enough to leave a mark for days. Running his thin nails across the tile, Ash tried to ascend, pushing his body past its limits in order to protect these girls. However, a pain like no other shot through the nerves in his arms, setting them a light and causing him to dance around sporadically on the floor. Tearing his eyes down to his mark, only to see it move and change, the black lines cutting across and up his arms, and he could feel it approaching his face from his chest. Another thick layer of laughter. "You really are useless… Why in the world did Arceus choose you? Now, if you excuse me: I have some new toys to play with."

Ash watched as he stormed back over to one of the women he loved, and force himself down her throat, tears escaping her eyes as darkness began to cloud over his eyes, sending him into a never ending sea of despair and torture.

Breaking through the ocean, Ash was met with a bright white light that enveloped his face and his form. His lungs were breaking and his chest was collapsing in on itself. The teen tried to steady himself with his hands but he couldn't: his fingers shook like the Earth during a tremor. Gazing down from the ethereal light towards his surroundings, Ash noticed that he was back in his room, tucked in bed and stripped to just a pair of joggers. Slowly but surely, he started to hear the world again.

"Ash!" A voice broke him clear out of his thoughts and caused him to gaze towards the voice. Before him stood May, dressed in a pair of yellow pyjamas with her hair let loose. Ash breath caught in his throat: she was safe. And that meant that the rest of them were safe… "The others went down for breakfast a few minutes ago, but I decided th-"She didn't finish her sentence because Ash dragged her to the bed and crushed his lips to her own.

He positioned his hands on either side of his face and kissed her with everything that he had. At first, he felt no movement from May's end, but slowly he felt her own lips move against his. As they continued their lip lock, Ash noted that May's lips were very soft, but firm and held up against the assault of his own lips. Suddenly, memories of his nightmare surfaced and he started to push harder and act more savage. Licking her bottom lip, he asked for entry to her mouth, which May agreed to. When he entered her mouth with his tongue, he felt her shiver in his arms, which were now positioned around her waist while hers were around his neck. Ash warm tongue darted and coiled around May's own, the latter being far more submissive than its companions. After a while, the two teens pulled away for air, eyes locked and full of love and lust.

"Mine." Ash muttered, colliding his forehead lightly to May's own, his possessive nature taking a hold once more.

"Yours." She said back, her smile so wide that it threatened to break her cheeks.

"I'm am never going to let anything happen to you girls."

"And we will hold you to that promise." She dove back in for another kiss, to which he happily obliged. After pulling away, he lay his head down onto her breasts, as she lay hers on his head, the smile never leaving her face. Warm breaths hit her skin and made her body hotter but she didn't mind. To be honest, she though that something might happen, but was kind of split between being happy or sad that nothing occurred: happy due to the fact that they didn't want to rush anything or do something behind the others backs but sad that their bond could grow and adapt more. A few moments later, Ash pulled back and smiled at his girlfriend with the same amount of vigour.

"You said that the others were at breakfast right?" She nodded. "So then why are you still in your PJ's?" A blush spread across Mays face after the question was asked.

"I, um, we all came to see how you were doing after last night, and the others left to get breakfast but I stayed to look after you for a bit." She said, placing her hands onto Ash's bare chest.

"Last night?"

"Yea, you passed out outside. Iris found you after she got bored of our girl talk. We took you to see Rose and Joyce but they said that you had simply fainted from exhaustion so we carried you on a stretcher to your room." Ash cringed slightly when she said 'fainted from exhaustion' because he knew exactly what had happened: the other Aura user had infiltrated his mind and made him hallucinate, and that was what made the burning and the strange colour pallet in his mark.

"Oh, sorry for worrying you." He said sheepishly, deciding to keep his trauma away from the girls for the time being.

"No problem. Now, I'm going to go get breakfast." She gave him one last peck on the cheek before embarking towards the door. "Oh, and Pikachu decided to sleep with Glaceon and Bunneary yesterday so don't worry about him." He heard her shout before the oak door close in on itself.

Lying back down on the bed, Ash let out a sigh. Sinking deeper into the mattress, he just stared off into the stars, concentrating on a single spot. He was thinking about the other Aura user.

'Some one that strong with heir aura must be high up in the hierarchy, probably an Aura Guardian at its highest level but they must have broken off from the rules and laws we have to follow.' Another thought crossed his mind that he had never even remembered. "He said that he had seen me play when I was younger… that means that they know me from a long time ago. It couldn't be… him. Could it." Shaking his head, he leapt up from the bed and onto the carpet.

Gazing over at the nearest chair, he saw that all his clothes from yesterday and a letter. Waltzing over, he noted that the letter was from Mr. Goodshow, regarding his recent incident yesterday. It stated that his battle had been moved to tomorrow for fear of anything similar occurring. Breathing out a sigh, Ash smiled as he realised that he had a day all to himself and the girls. Retracing he steps, Ash walked up to the bag of clothes that resided on his bed side table.

Looking at his options, he took out the red variant and slipped it on. As he finished up, a devilish thought crossed his mind.

"He threatened to hurt my mates, the women I love. So why I find him, I will kill him without mercy or regret." Taking great strides towards his door, he scanned the area, noting key auras such as Bonnie's and Clemont's and Alexa's down stairs, this alone managed to tug a smile from his lips, but found no threat in sight.

"This is war."

"And it is a war you cannot win."

Hello everybody and welcome back! It feels so good to be writing and have my ideas back after such a long month of work and studying but now I am back! Also, I want to say thank you to anybody who reviewed or followed/favourit-ed in my absence, I will be including you at the beginning of next chapter because I wanted to get this out right away. The darker themes and the main story are starting to come into play now…. Finally, I want to apologise once more and I will be trying to put out more chapters now that my work load isn't so heavy. Yay! And yes, next chapter will hopefully be the chapter where the other girls are introduced and fleshed out more so yay again! Now, without further ado, here is the harem at its current form:

Misty

May

Dawn

Iris

Serena

Cynthia

Anabel

Angie

Aria

Skyla

Elesa

Korrina

Clair

Sabrina

Thank you for reading!

-Jack