Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish or how much fairy dust I use, Pokemon will never belong to me. ;-; I only own a strange little bird, but you dont want him. ^^ But the characters that were created out of my own imagination were Racheal, Jason, and Aydee. ^^ Thankyou! ^-^

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He watched his medal reflect off of the light in the small room. For some reason, he wasn't that proud of himself. Truthfully, he didn't even feel that good about anything lately. So. Three more battles and he would be the one and only master of all the pokemon ever discovered. . . So? Where would he go after that?

He didn't dare try to ask any furthur questions that would confuse him more. All he knew was that his lover, companion, and best friend was not there to cheer him on like she had been all those years ago. Instead of a redhead screaming her brains out, trying to encourage him and distract his opponents at the same time, he got a brunette that tried to do her best in cheering her on, but simply could not be Misty.

Ash's eyes darted towards his half-open backpack. The bracelet hung out of the little pocket half-way. It was almost as if it wanted to jump out and run back to Misty.. The same way Misty had run away from it without realising. He remembered that as he was taking his slow and painful walk back towards their hotel, he saw it glistening in the moonlight. He only examined it for fifteen minutes, making sure it was his. He almost wished it wasn't his so he could think Misty still loved him.. So maybe he could think there was a chance. But all he knew it was a big waste.

And what a big waste. That's all he could think of. Waste of effection, waste of emotion, waste of a close friendship, and waste of - -... What was he saying? He wondered if he was just feeling bad for himself or if Misty did manage to drive him to insanity. Sure, they were both hurt, but honestly, someone had to fix it sometime. He believed in himself and the fact that he could do it.

"Ash? ..Want a cookie?" Brock offered one of his pikachu-shaped cookies to Ash.

He let out a smile for the second time all day. The first time was for when he won the battle.

"Not now. I'm thinking of a plan."

Brock nearly dropped his tray of cookies at Ash's words. Was Ash deeply in thought about...a plan?

"..If you don't mind me asking, Ash, ...but why wasn't Misty at your battle? It's not like Jason could have something more exciting for Misty to do."

Ash's eyes widened.

"She was with Jason at the time of my...my.. semi..final...BATTLE?!" Ash tried to keep his voice at a lower level, but he was sure he'd just woken up the cranky old woman taking a nap next door.

"...Is that a trick question?" Brock set down the tray of cookies. If Ash was going to attack him, he wasn't going to dare knock down his very wonderful pikachu-shaped cookies onto the ground.

"..What do you mean?" Ash narrowed his eyes, putting both his feet at the edge of the bed while facing Brock, ready to explode at any perticular moment.

"I mean if I say 'yes', will you hurt my cookies, Satan?"

"..If you say 'yes', I'd have a bit of more of an interesting time beating the living crap out of Jason. Therefore, your cookies mean nothing to me." Ash growled.

"And what right do you have to do that, Ash? Jason couldn't possibly hurt her as bad as you did." Racheal's angered voice sounded as figure leaned against the frame of the door while glaring at Ash.

"Why? What happened?" Brock asked, but was easily ignored as Ash turned his attention towards Racheal.

"And why oh why would this concern you? You don't know anything that happened, Rach. Not a single thing." He tried not to let himself remember the past night.

"I know enough, Ash.. Enough to say you lost her, enough to say I never knew someone was so capable of what you did, and enough to say you are the biggest and most stubborn and selfish guy on this whole - -"

"ALRIGHT! Why is it that the cookie man knows nothing?!" Brock put his hands on his hips, beginning to grow impatient.

"Oh, yes. That reminds me..", She paused and finally brought her attention to Brock, "Can you do me a favor?"

"Whoa, wait. You think you can just stroll on in here and tell me that I'm the big bad guy of all of this when you have no idea what the whole story is and probably don't even know what shape those stupid cookies are!", He paused to take a breath, "And now...now.. now you won't even finish this arguement with me?!"

"I have better things to do. I just had to tell you what you didn't know, hun. It would have taken you too long if you had to figure it out on your own." She smirked, walking down the hall preparing to make her own masterpeice of a lifetime...Yet, still was in need of Brock's help.

"Buddy, whatever it is, I'm not going to bother to ask. I know your going through one of your first love heartbreak things or something along that line, but I'm honestly affraid of asking."

Ash sighed, not bothering to reply. What else could he say?

Before Brock left, he remembered to leave him with one last peice of advice..

"And have a cookie. Best cure for heartache.. Especially when Misty made them.. and err.. made me promise to protect them with my life or else", he cleared his throat nervously, "They actually are difficult to make into a perfect pikachu stance.." In a matter-of-factly tone of voice.

"Brock! I'll break a cookie if you don't - -"

Brock flew out the door at the sound of Racheal's voice and Misty's threat in the pit of his stomach.. Or maybe it was just a cookie. Interesting. Or..or maybe it was an evil cookie. Even more interesting.

"..Ok. I definately need to start working on the plan now. Too many interruptions for today.. " He said quietly, knowing that Brock nor Racheal could hear him.

'So you wouldn't mind one more?'

"Why, Pikachu? Is that you? Oh, I bet your here to make me feel even better, aren't you? Is it honestly that amusing to bother me when I'm trying to think very hard?" Ash said, making sure he could sense all of the sarcasm in that.

'Ok, yea, that's partially why I'm here. Yes, I'm your everyday lovable, cuddly, and freakishly annoying Pikachu. Blah, blah. Let's get on with it.'

Ash eyed him carefully, "What in the world are you talking about? Note, I mean this world. Not any other world you may have created in your violated mind."

'Ok, I'd like to electricute you, but I'm too tired. You know, you'd think that you'd be thanking me until the day you died for winning that battle. First, I had to ignore Brock throwing around his stupid cookies, and then you kept looking into the crowd for someone, and did you see how big that psyduck's beak was? I thought he'd eat me before - -'

"Before I make up a holiday as to where everyone fries their pikachu?" Ash rolled his eyes at the rambling little yellow mouse.

'...Precisely.'

Ash ran his hand through his hair tiredly, wondering how it was possible for a Pikachu to talk so much after a 16-round battle.

'Stupid psyduck just couldn't pass out, could it?' Pikachu thought for a moment, but decided to move on to more important matters.

'So, what happened? It's not like Misty would tell me, and I know I could get it out of you sometime. Thank God you have such a nosey little Pikachu."

Ash, deciding against a sarcastic comment he could of made, decided to do something different for a chance. The question he was about to ask Pikachu may have been just enough to get his plan started.

"Where is Misty?"

'Recording Studio, with hell man. Approximately a mile from here. Can I come?'

"I'm gonna do this alone", he paused, "but thank you for telling me."

'Yea, last time I gave directions for Misty to find you, things didn't go as beautiful as she thought either.' He mumbled and could only pray Ash could fix this.

Ok. That..was...IT! No more feeling bad for themselves. They had to both . He had to get up on his feet and fix this. There had to be some way. He was suddenly tired of feeling bad for himself. Sure, poor heartbroken Ash. What about Misty? He wasn't the only victom, and she had apparantly officially given up.

His confidence that she wouldn't leave him was weakening and he had to do something. But when would be too late? He didn't know. How would he do it? That he really had no idea of how to accomplish. Although, one thought remained firmly in his mind.

'I'll fix it. If it's the last thing I do.'

And when Ash Ketchum wanted to get something done. . . He'd get it done.

"I could of sworn that I said we weren't going to use that song, Misty."

Misty's eyes narrowed angrily.

"Why not just ONE song that I actually wrote?"

He returned her glare.

"No. It's too... Fictional."

"..You honestly need to stop talking like your not hurting yourself while using big words. 'Fictional'? Come on!"

Jason let out an exhausted sigh.

"You know you are the biggest spoiled bit.. - -" Jason stopped himself, but the words were still said in a tone of voice that threatened that one specific red-head would be shoved into a wall again.

She opened her mouth to let out another protest, pretending she never noticed anything, but he managed to interrupt her.

"Look, I'll think about it, alright?!", He paused while taking in a deep sigh, attempting to calm himself, "Let's just get this song down. Alright with you?"

"Just peechy." She crossed her arms over her chest, turning away from him to walk into the recording booth.

If she had turned around to look at him, she would of seen the death-look Jason had given her. Just maybe. She had been pushing him. She spent the whole day convincing herself she trusted Jason and that he had nothing do to with anything.. That could of been the biggest mistake of her life, next to not trusting her true love of her life.

He laid down the papers which had written down Misty's song on it.. And the answer to Ash's prayers.

Ash rushed himself down the long halls, tiredly looking for a counter somewhere. It would be especially good for him if he found someone that was actually behind the counter. The recording studio was a maze.. A psyduck's brain could explode in there.

Why he didn't let Pikachu come was beyond his knowledge. Pikachu could've easily sniffed up where Misty was. Pikachu probably didn't even need to smell her, he could probably hear her.

There's a song that inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again.

His running suddenly came to a hault as he spotted yet another information counter, praying someone would be there to help him.

I'm awake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again.

He smiled gratefully when he saw a sophistacted middle-aged woman sitting at the desk.

"Hey, do you by any chance know in which studio Misty Wildflower is in? Please?" He wondered how he managed to say anything after he suddenly remembered that he had to breathe.

So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours..

"Do you know her?" She replied, not bothering to meet Ash's grateful eyes.

He cleared his throat, nervously searching for an answer..

"I'm her.. manager. I was running a bit late.."

I pray to be only yours.

"I believe she's in studio 19.. Just go to your left until you reach the end of the hall.."

He left too soon to thank the woman, but he was still beyond grateful. He ran down the hall which seemed to last forever, feeling anxious to see her. Or was that nerves? Who cared. Time seemed to only move slower as he turned the door knob and began to spread the door open.

I know now.. You're my only hope....

He saw her.. Just sitting on a stool behind a sound-proof glass window, singing her heart out. Her eyes were shut gently as the passion of song and words smoothly escaped her lips.

Sing to me the song of the stars.. Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again..

He allowd his small smile to easily spread across his face. He ignored everything but Misty and the wonderful words of song coming out of her mouth. He ignored everything including what had happened the past night.. Everything.

When it feels like my dreams are so far, sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again..

He already knew that everything was worth it.. Running from empty information counter to the next and down long hallways, it was all worth it. Even if he couldn't speak to her.

So I lay my head back down, and I lift my hands and pray.. to be only yours..

Instead of wondering if she'd talk to him or not, he just then noticed how she even tried to go with the music and lifted her hands in a slight praying stance.

I pray to be only yours. I know now... You're my only hope.

Jason stopped the music while looking up from his paper work, "Alright, Misty. We're done for now", He suddenly remembered to try to compliment her somehow, "Well, I didn't hate it, but I didn't love it either.."

Ash controlled enough not to pounce on Jason and beat him furiously with any objects nearby. Besides, he had no time for that. Not now.

"Nice to know." She muttered.

Jason's gaze suddenly turned towards the door, swearing he could of seen someone out of the corner of his eye a second ago.

"Let's take a break."

Misty nodded in reply, hopping off the stool she was sitting on.

'I wonder if Ash won..', she thought for a split second before forbidding any furthur thoughts she may have about him.

Ash watched them both walk out of the room as he hid behind the open door in the darkened corner.

'The one useful thing they have in this place are huge doors that could hide a boulder.'

He looked around, making sure they were gone and didnt 'accidently' forget something, come back, and find out he had gone coward after wanting to talk to Misty so badly.

So, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing he didn't bring pikachu. Who knew how many insults the little yellow electric mouse would have let loose on Ash.

He walked around the small, but cozy studio, examining everything closely.

God forbid he found love letters that Misty and Jason may of sent eachother. He was truly looking for every idea on why they were recording things in the first place. Maybe as she sang she was sending him signs that he didnt know of?

'Now I'm just simply psycho. It's probably Pikachu's fault too.' Ash rolled his eyes at the thought.

He moved towards Jason's desk, examining every paper hoping for a clue. He didn't look at this as spying.. He looked at it as being very interested in things.

As he shuffled threw the papers messily, he came across one that may of been just the thing to get his plan started.

"....Misty wrote this...?" He stared at the paper wide-eyed, in somewhat disbelief it was in her handwriting and said her name at the top.

'She was writing love songs the whole time she traveled with me and all I could do was try to steal her diary?!' He felt like smacking himself.

He read the words of the song over and over, wondering if what she wrote in the song was about him. Yet, he knew that somehow there was a use for the song, besides just having Misty record it.

But... what if she did record it?

And... What if they danced to a song like this one?

And.. What if he had her again?

A slightly devilish grin spread across Ash's face.

"I've got it.."

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yeaa! I got the chapter out! ^^ I wonder if I still have any readers.. o.O Anyway, do not fear, I'll reveal more things to the story in Chapter 13. Sorry about this chapter being short and Ash being a slight coward. -.-; But, dont worry, I will be back in Chapter 13! ^^ Promise I'll have more writing time! I have winter break coming up. mwahahahha ^-^ bai, everyone!

- kawaiisakura