Look, I updated two of my stories in one day! Unbelieveable :P Nah, this one shot was basically finished anyway, I just added the last touches and decided to get it up now before I forgot :P This is another one focusing mostly on the relationship between Misty and Aiden :)

Aiden and Michelle: 4 years old


The Invisible Boy

"BOOM! That one made a really loud noise!"

Aiden laughed gleefully as he stood over one of his father's trophies, which he had just pushed over onto the floor. The large gold cup was resting among several other awards, all of which had been knocked down by the young raven haired boy.

"Let's see how loud this one will be," Aiden's eyes gleamed as he approached an even bigger trophy, one that stood quite a bit taller than him. He reached out and put his little hands on the award, beginning to push it forward…

"AIDEN!"

The little boy squeaked nervously and released the shiny metal prize. His mother was standing in the doorway with an incensed look on her face as she surveyed the mess he had created on the floor.

Misty gasped and walked into the room, kneeling next to the pile of her husband's accolades.

"Aiden, why in the world would you do this?" Misty turned to stare at her son. Aiden blinked at her wide emerald eyes and shocked expression, not exactly understanding why she was in such a state.

"I was just playing, Mommy."

Misty's eyes narrowed then, as if she had just realized the severity of what Aiden had done. "This is bad, Aiden," Misty scolded. "Daddy will be very angry if he sees this! Not to mention, you could've gotten hurt!"

"But I was just having fun," Aiden tried again.

"That's not an excuse, Aiden!"

The child pouted and folded his arms, looking like a mirror image of Ash. "You wouldn't have caught me if I was invisible."

"What is that suppoused to mean?" Misty arched a wry eyebrow.

"I could get away with stuff if no one could see me," Ash sulked. "I wish I was invisible."

"Go to your room Aiden," Misty sighed. The boy huffed but did as his mother asked, scampering off to his room.

As Misty began to clean up Ash's trophies before he could see the disarray, Aiden's words ran through her head. A little smile appeared on her face as she conjured up a brilliant idea.

Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart, Misty thought. She knew just the way to teach her son a lesson.

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"Mommy! What's for breakfast?"

Aiden was calling out for his mother as he ran down the stairs, still dressed in his red pajamas. He came bursting into the kitchen, jumping eagerly behind his mother.

"Are we having pancakes? I want pancakes Mommy!"

Misty turned around and began setting the table, paying no mind to her young son. Aiden stared after her and blinked rapidly before a big smile appeared on his face.

"Does this mean I'm invisible?" He murmured gleefully. Getting excited, Aiden scurried over to his kitchen chair and climbed up onto it, gripping onto the back of the chair with his small fingers and jumping up and down. "Look at me, Mommy!"

The Cerulean City gym leader continued to ignore her child, simply laying down some utensils before returning to her cooking.

Giggling, Aiden slid off the chair and began to run in circles around the room. Normally, his mother would've scolded him for such an act, but now that he was invisible, she couldn't see what he was doing! He could do whatever he wanted!

While he ran around, Ash walked into the kitchen, with Michelle trailing right behind him. Ash glanced quickly at his son, but just as rapidly returned to paying no attention to him. Misty had informed him of her little plan last night (while being careful not to tell Ash about the fact that Aiden had been using his many trophies as life sized dominos) and, although Ash was somewhat skeptical over it, he figured that Aiden did have to be taught a lesson if he was really being as naughty as Misty said he was.

Michelle, meanwhile, didn't have a clue as to what was going on. All she had to see was her twin brother running around in circles, and that was enough to turn her off from speaking to him. Michelle didn't want to have a crazy person for a brother, after all. Half the time, she didn't even want a brother period!

Sitting down at the table, Michelle continued to watch her brother with narrowed eyes. He finally stopped running and held onto his head, laughing to himself. Rolling her eyes, Michelle looked away from Aiden and instead turned her head towards Misty.

"Hi, Mommy!" Michelle greeted warmly.

"Good morning, my beautiful little girl," Misty beamed at her daughter. "I bet you're hungry!"

"Yes," Michelle nodded eagerly. "What are we having, Mommy?"

"Oatmeal," Misty answered sweetly. "Do you want me to put raisins and cinnamon in yours, the way you like it?"

"Yes, please!" Michelle grinned.

Picking up two bowls after fixing one with Michelle's favorite ingredients, Misty brought them over to the table and placed one in front of Michelle, and one in front of Aiden. Michelle began to eat right away, but Aiden looked down at his and frowned.

"Mommy, you didn't give me my raisins and cimma…cimma…cimons," Aiden scrunched his nose up, being unable to properly pronounce the word 'cinnamon.'

Misty, however, just walked back to the counter to get her and Ash's bowls.

"Mommy?" Aiden asked again.

But Misty kept ignoring him.

"Oh, I keep forgetting that I'm invisible now," Aiden murmured to himself. Chuckling, he looked around the kitchen, where the rest of his family was busy eating their oatmeal with spoons.

What silly people, Aiden thought to himself. Without another word or sound, Aiden stuffed his face into his bowl and began to eat out of it like a Pokémon.

Michelle caught sight of this out of the corner of her eye, and quickly turned towards her mother to give her an incredulous stare. Misty looked at Aiden and sighed, but simply ignored him and returned to her food.

"Mommy?" Michelle whispered in a bewildered state.

"Shh," Misty raised a finger to her lips, furthering confusing Michelle. "Don't do anything, baby girl."

"Why?" Michelle scrunched her nose up.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart," Misty shook her head.

Michelle had absolutely no idea what was going on, and why her Mommy wasn't doing anything about the fact that Aiden was being completely disgusting to levels that nearly matched her Daddy, but she knew that when her Mommy didn't want to talk about something, that you didn't keep asking her about it.

Aiden, meanwhile, was still busy eating out of his bowl without the use of his hands…or utensils. He was having a lot of fun with this, being able to do whatever he wanted without being scolded or told to stop. His oatmeal didn't even taste so bad without raisins and cinnamon, since he was eating it handless!

Once he was finished, Aiden brought his bowl over to the counter and left it there, since he was too short to reach the sink and wash it.

Scurrying upstairs, Aiden went into the bathroom and climbed up onto the stepstool that was placed in front of the kitchen so he could wash the oatmeal off of his face. Pleased with his work, Aiden was about to go into his room to change into clothes, but then a thought occurred to him.

I don't have to! I can stay in my pajamas all day! No one can see me!

Running back downstairs, Aiden decided he wanted to watch some TV. His favorite cartoons would be on soon, after all. Walking into the living room, Aiden searched for the remote, and found it on top of the nearby disc tower. Unfortunately, it was too tall for Aiden to reach. Frowning, he realized that he wouldn't even be able to reach the remote with the help of his stepstool.

Fortunately, at that moment, Ash walked into the room, and Aiden hurried over to him with a big smile on his face.

"Daddy! Could you get the remote for me?"

Ash just walked right past Aiden and didn't acknowledge him.

"Daddy?" Aiden asked, a slight pout emerging on his face.

Approaching the disc tower, Ash took the remote into his hands, causing Aiden's pout to be replaced with a sweet little grin.

"Thank you, Daddy!" Aiden reached up for it.

Giving Aiden the remote was not Ash's intention, however. He strode over to the couch and sat down, turning on the TV in order to watch a show on the comprehensive studies of Pokémon attacks.

Aiden furrowed his brow. "Daddy, I want to watch my shows!"

Still, Ash said nothing to the young child.

"Daddy!" Aiden whined again.

It hurt Ash to ignore his only son. He wasn't sure why Misty had demanded it. And when he asked what Aiden had done that was so bad, Misty just ignored him and told him to simply do as she said. And Ash, despite popular belief, wasn't completely stupid. He knew not to push Misty's boundaries and piss her off.

Huffing, Aiden stormed away, before calming down and realizing it wasn't entirely his father's fault. He was invisible, after all. So the little boy couldn't be heard or seen by anyone in the house. Folding his arms, Aiden began to think that he was quite tired of being invisible.

Scurrying back upstairs, Aiden peered into every single room until he found his mother. She was sitting in her and Ash's room at her vanity, slipping on a pair of earrings.

"Mommy, I'm bored," Aiden frowned, "and lonely."

Misty didn't bother to turn around.

"Please…Mommy…" Aiden whimpered, his heart plummeting.

But still, nothing from the beautiful young gym leader.

"I don't want to be invisible anymore!" Aiden sobbed, raising his hands to his eyes as he cried. "It's no fun! No one can see me, or play with me! I hate this!"

Smirking, Misty looked over her shoulder and called sweetly, "Aiden?"

The young boy looked up, blinking his eyes to try and clear away the tears that were clouding his vision.

"M…Mommy?" Aiden sniveled.

"What's my sweet baby boy doing crying in my doorway?" Misty asked lightly.

Looking up, Aiden gasped, his lips trembling. "Mommy…you can see me?"

"Of course I can see you!" Misty smiled. "You're not invisible, sweetheart!"

Closing his eyes, Aiden began to cry harder. Sighing, Misty got up from her chair and moved over to Aiden, kneeling in front of him to take the boy into her arms and hold him close.

"There, there, baby boy," Misty hushed. "Don't cry. It's okay."

"M…Mommy…I was invisible," Aiden softly informed his mother once his tears stopped flowing and he managed to calm down to some degree. "And…and…"

"And what, sweetie?" Misty separated from Aiden to brush some of his soft raven hair away from his sad brown eyes.

"It was fun, at first," Aiden murmured. "I could do whatever I wanted. But then…I was lonely, Mommy. No one would play with me or listen to me…"

"I see, that can be very sad," Misty nodded. "But…remember yesterday, when you wished you were invisible?"

"It came true," Aiden frowned.

"Yeah, and it wasn't so fun, right?" Misty asked sympathetically.

"No," Aiden slowly shook his head. "I never want to be invisible again."

"Oh, honey, I'm sure that you will never be invisible again," Misty kissed his forehead. "From now on, you should be careful what you wish for, hmm?"

"Yes, Mommy," Aiden nodded now.

"You know that I love you very much, right?"

"Uh huh," Aiden nodded once again.

"Oh, honey," Misty hugged her son again, resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm so glad you learned your lesson. I'm sorry that you were so hurt, though. But you know what this taught all of us?"

"What?" Aiden looked up curiously.

"You're definitely better at learning than your Daddy," Misty tapped Aiden on his little nose, causing the young boy to laugh joyfully.

"I'm happy you can see me again, Mommy," Aiden rubbed at his right eye.

"Me too, baby," Misty kissed Aiden's forehead. "Me too."