kelley Miley said, "Let's see, for a cliche, what about Ash and Gary as kids?"

And sperance asked for a "bolivian army ending"

"A Bolivian Army Ending occurs when the main characters face seemingly insurmountable odds which, for once, they fail to surmount, although their ultimate doom is sometimes left to the audience's imagination," says the TVTropes.


"I hate you."

"I know."

There really wasn't much else to say. After all, Ash supposed it was his fault that Gary now had a broken arm. He had been the one to push him off the roof. But, to be perfectly fair, he was six, and Gary could be quite the jerk. Gary was the one who had been teasing Ash for the better part of the afternoon. It had started with him challenging Ash to ride a fearrow, which, to everyone's shock but Ash's, he managed to do. Several of the neighborhood kids, older and younger than Ash and Gary, had been sitting on the sidelines, making bets about whether or not he could do it. Most leaned towards not, and it was mostly the younger, confused kids who were just out of diapers who voted for Ash.

It boosted his confidence that Gary hadn't voted against him. But Gary hadn't voted at all. This was because Gary wanted nothing to take away from the enjoyment of the moment when Ash was pecked in the face by an angry fearrow, and he got to haul Ash back to Professor Oak, who would fix Ash up, but always have a hint of a smile in the corner of his mouth that Gary assumed was him trying not to laugh at Ash's stupidity. In truth, the professor found Ash daring and charming. Gary wouldn't find that out for many, many years.

Ash had sat in the dirt, bare toes curling and uncurling in the earth as he waited for the fearrow to approach him. The fearrow, a large male, did so, cautiously, weaving back and forth across the yard, snapping his beak at the children at the fence whenever they grew too loud. all the kids fell silent as the bird leaned down to Ash, and the boy slowly reached up to pet him. Several let out gasps as the fearrow leaned into Ash's hand, closing its eyes slightly. Moving as slow as he could, Ashpushed to his feet, stroking down the fearrow's body, leaning against it, pushing the top half of his body on it, then swinging a leg over.

To say he was displeased with the development would be an understatement. The bird cried out in shock, flapping its wings madly, and Ash grabbed a fistful of feathers in either hand, right before he shot into the air. Gary let out a word that made many other kids gasp, giggle, and shriek, "I'm telling! I'm telling you said the s-word! I'm telling!" before he took off as best he could, keeping an eye on the fearrow above. Thankfully, it didn't seem to be flying to high, but it was moving fast. Gary couldn't keep up on foot.

He kicked a kid of his bicycle And pedaled as quick as he could. Even this was barely enough to keep up, but he continued on and on, wishing Ash had the sense to drop off now before he got to hurt instead of holding on and risking the bird going higher and dropping him from a height that could actually kill the idiot. He continued to swear and pant, collapsing to the ground with relief when he saw Ash nervously drop off the bird and land on the roof of Professor Oak's lab. He heard a shout, and saw Ash sit up after he landed, and raced off to get a ladder.

Within a few minutes he had found the ladder, set it against the wall, climbed it, and met up with Ash. After another few minutes, Gary discovered that Ash had only a couple of bumps and bruises, and he wasn't even bleeding. It wasn't even enough to make the boy cry, and Ash wasn't one to skim on the tears, especially since he wasn't in front of a bunch of boys he wanted to impress, but rather Gary, who Ash was quite sure thought he was a pathetic loser. Ash was not entirely sure why he hung out with Gary, especially considering his assumption of Gary's opinion of him.

"You...you're not even hurt!" Gary cried. "You're an idiot!"

"shut up!"

"You are! You're the biggest idiot in the whole world! You're such a loser, Ash, I can't believe you-"

Ash gave Gary a monumental shove, and the boy tumbled off the roof, landing on his arm with a scream followed by many tears. Ash scurried down the ladder, gasping and apologizing and saying things like, "I can get ice!" and "Are you okay?" and "Your arm looks like it has a lump in it." This lump was Gary's bone pushing against the skin, not that either boy knew it. Ash got ice, setting it against Gary's arm, which only made him scream and cry louder. After a few minutes, Gary managed to calm down and sniffle.

He looked furiously at Ash. "I hate you."

"I know."

But that wasn't important. What was important was that Oak could not see this. No parent could see this. The grounding they would face would be unbelievable. Both of them feared that they would not be allowed to be trainers in four years. So Ash dragged Gary behind the lab, which brought on a fresh stream of tears, and the two bunkered down, shaking and crying and all in all looking like they had been through a tragedy much greater than they experienced. That was when they heard it. The cry of an adult.

"Ash? Gary? The boys from town said you flew on a fearrow. What trick did you two pull?"

And Ash clapped a hand over Gary's mouth so the boy couldn't cry. He could see the longing in Gary's eyes, for it was Gary's mother who was calling. Their spot couldn't be revealed. Gary couldn't go running to the arms of his mother, not when some much was at stake. Ash whispered and begged, but tears began to fall down Gary's cheeks. soon, he pushed Ash's hand away, and Ash, knowing there was no chance to avoid the upcoming punishment, began to cry softly as well. Gary looked very seriously at Ash.

"I hate you," he said tearfully.

"I know," Ash responded, just as tearful.

And Gary, weeping, leaned around the barn and cried, "Mommy!"


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