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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"This is impossible." Racheal groaned, bringing her hands up in an attempt to massage her aching head.

"The only thing that is impossible is this. It's truly impossible," Ash looked over what he had written, "it doesn't even make sense! God forbid I can actually make it rhyme too."

Racheal rolled her eyes, continuing to press her fingers down on anonymous keys of the keyboard.

He was attempting to write something that was even worth reading, and things weren't coming as planned. The available light in the small studio was fading away slowly, signaling the sun was setting and the moon was about to take its place.

Racheal lost track of what she was doing a while ago, and so did Ash. How was she supposed to be able to make a beautiful tune out of Misty's words, but no girl to sing it? Even if she did find someone to sing it, no one would fit the part better then Misty. The words came from her heart, and it could only be sung from her heart as well.

As if things weren't confusing enough, she wasn't sure why she was helping him. Maybe she felt better within herself when she saw Ash and Misty together, maybe she was simply a helpful person, or maybe she could of wanted to get closer to Brock. Maybe she even wanted to impress Brock a bit with her skills of playing cupid.

"Do you by any hopeful chance have the slightest idea of how this song is supposed to go? Or just you run along this sheet of paper, stole it from Misty at the age of twelve, and decided to never return it?"

He shook his head, not exactly answering her question.

"Take a moment away from your soul-searching and poem writing experience and tell me how I'm supposed to get this done." She crossed her arms over her chest, expecting somewhat of an intelligent response.

He shrugged, keeping his concentration firm on his writing experiment.

"Have you ever heard her sing it? Would you possibly take a chance to answer my questions, and, if you do decide on answering them, you will have those answers to thank for the fact that your head will still be on your shoulders."

He glanced up at her for a moment, pushing away the desire to laugh hysterically and instead ran a hand through his hair nervously. If he only knew people could become this frustrated after working for ten minutes, he would have quit his poem-writing before he even thought of the idea.

"A tape." He muttered, meeting her angry glare but turning away in just a second. He didn't know if she'd be upset at the fact that NOW he remembered he had the tape and not before, or if she'd be extremely happy.

She narrowed her eyes at him, looking him over carefully as she wondered if she should let her hopes go high enough to the point of which he thought he actually spoke the word 'tape'.

"Please repeat that..", she paused, "Please say what I thought you said.."

"I have an old tape, Racheal."

She silently thanked the Heavens for the wonderful words that came out of his mouth.

"How much more do I have to seem like I really need that tape without actually asking for it?"

She grinned when he finally put down his pencil and started for the door, with a mission on his mind: Get Racheal the old, yet wonderful tape.

"By Gosh, this boy is quite the clever one today."

'If she always acts this persistent when she has a job to get done, I'd give her a million of those tapes just to keep her in somewhat of a silence.' His thoughts ran through his mind, praying that he'd at least be able to remember where he left the tape.



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"Of course someone just had to go and buy four slices of pizza as if they were going to, gasp, eat it. But, to make things more interesting, they decide to throw it all in the garbage.."

"So that's exactly what the painting flew into?" Pikachu tilted his head, examining the painting more closely.

"No, my little friend, it did not fly, it was purposely forced into the garbage can due to the laws of gravity."

Misty silently wondered for the twentieth time that if she attempted to fix it, could it possibly get any worse than how it was now?

"Interesting."

"Isn't it?"

"Incredibly."

"Do you think just soap and water would be good?" Misty knew it was impossible to fix up, but she had to at least suggest some ideas.

Pikachu yawned, scratching the back of his neck.

"Maybe if you talked to Ash, that would be good."

She almost felt a bit awkward when it came to hearing his name being spoken. She hadn't spoken or heard his name in a while, and it was different. She was growing accustomed to it, but she knew she wanted that to change.

"Stay on the issue."

"I want to go to sleep." Pikachu didn't want to attempt to fix something impossible to fix. All he knew was that he needed strength for the next battles, and the only way he could find that strength was by sleeping.

"Such a hopeless pikachu you are", she yawned for a moment, "What if your at a battle and you act as hopeless as your acting now? Then what? Will you maybe assist those food-wasters of people, buy perfectly fine pizza, and throw it in the nearest garbage bag?"

She knew she couldn't win an argument with Pikachu now of all times - - not when they were both tired enough to fall off a cliff and not notice until they hit the ground and went through a couple of Earth's layers of rock.

"Your both paranoid", he rested his head on a comforting pillow, "Just buy a new one once the artist makes copies. Let it go."

Pikachu's carelessness was beginning to frustrate her even further, and she was going to get him back for that.

"Don't you recall that time you and What-was-her-name took a..err.. unique pictures together?" A smile twitched at Misty's lips as she recalled the memory.

Pikachu closed his eyes, beginning to attempt to ignore Misty with all the strength in his little body.

"I believe you and What-was-her-name remember the day as being themed 'Yellow Electric Mouses United', correct?"

"Molly..was..her..name.." Pikachu muttered, proving that his attempts at ignoring her were futile.

"Right. So, you and Molly took many, many pictures together that day, if I'm remembering this the right way." She was sure to emphasize on the words 'many.'

After Pikachu stuffed a pillow over his ears, she took this as a signal to continue.

"And I can also remember how you acted when you lost one of those pictures. You threatened me with your electric cheeks if I didn't tell you where it was, even though I didn't have the slightest idea." Misty folded her arms over her chest, waiting for his response.

"What is your point? Besides that I managed to control myself enough so that I didn't electrify you."

"My point is that you cared for those pictures because they were your memories with Molly. Even though she was gone forever, you had those pictures in your mind and heart to remember the past and memories," she turned away from him for a moment, "Sure, I have those pictures with Ash from the past.. But that painting, Pikachu, that was the future I always..hoped.. for."

Pikachu understood her words and knew where they were coming from. He understood her, just as Ash did.

"And as long as you still have that hope, you deserve the future you always wanted."

"Thank you, my wise little yellow friend."

"Your welcome. Now, in return, I want you to go to sleep and leave me in peace", He yawned, "Goodnight." Pikachu rolled over until he was laying on his stomach and finally left his eyelids to fall over his eyes.

"Night."



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Pikachu wasn't capable of sleeping in the dark gloomy space called a hotel room and rock of a bed. He knew he wouldn't have been able to sleep in Ash's room, so either way he was doomed to a sleepless night.

His eyes wondered around the room out of boredom. There wasn't much else he could do to prepare for how tired he was going to feel in the morning.

Suddenly, he saw a bright light for a split second out of the corner of his eyes. He immediately glanced at Misty's wrist, where he believed the source of light was coming from. The light seemed to shine for a moment then suddenly disappear, and he knew it wasn't the moon that was already somewhat lighting the room.

He lifted his head in an attempt to get a closer look at her wrist.

After looking closely at it for a couple of seconds, he realized what it was. A warm smile spread across his little face, extending up to his cheeks.

Misty was wearing the bracelet again, and it was about time. Pikachu's hopes of Misty and Ash even talking to eachother were never as high as they were now.

"Now things are finally getting a little better around here. Go Ash."



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"We can look for it tomorrow, Racheal. I'm tired." Ash resisted the temptation to slap her, even though he feared that if he did so she'd be more awake and it would take longer for her to fall asleep. He didn't even bother glancing at the clock, knowing it was ridiculously late.

"I'm looking for the tape. I want to find it badly. I need to get this done." She looked through Ash's bag for the twenty-fifth time.

"That's why there's tomorrow."

"No, that's why there's four o' clock in the morning."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you, tomorrow.. Your only a day away.. Don't you ever think of that little girl, who sings that song, that's trying to tell you to go to sleep?!" He crossed his arms over his chest tiredly.

"Never."

He sighed with frustration as he sat down onto the bed.

"Goodnight. Get out of my room or I'll find a freakishly large man to help you decide which window you would like to get thrown through."

"As kind as that offer is of you, I think I'll gladly escort myself out of here with your bag so I can look through it one more time. Is that all right?" She picked up the bag and walked towards the door.

"As if you wouldn't take my bag if I said 'no'."

"Great. See you in the morning."

"Goodnight." He allowed himself to finally fall back onto his bed in relaxation.

He breathed a sigh of relief, sounding beyond grateful that Racheal gave up on looking for the tape. Well, she didn't really give up, but at least she was still looking for it without annoying him.

Everything seemed to be annoying him lately.. Everyone was annoying him as well. Was this a side effect of not having Misty in his life? He grinned at the irony of him claiming she was annoying once. If anything, she was the one who kept him from getting annoyed so easily.

As thoughts peacefully wondered in his mind as he felt himself drifting off into sleep, he was interrupted by something irritating his back. He figured it was the remote control and it wasn't going to walk away and leave him alone. He tiredly stood up from the bed and searched for the small rectangular object that was currently on his list of 'Annoying Objects/People of the Day'.

He uncovered the sheet which now revealed what was irritating his back. His eyes expressed a mixture of horror and shock. Horror came from imagining what Racheal would do to him. The shock came from how Racheal actually would go about attacking him.

"The tape."

He brought his hands to his face and groaned.

"The...stupid..tape.." He managed to get the dreaded words out through his clenched teeth.



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Pikachu laid on the bed with his eyes open as he stared at the ceiling. Afraid of moving, he decided to wait for Misty to wake up so that she could possibly carry him around or at least bring him to Ash until his bones became less stiff.

"Pure... pain..." He muttered.

He wondered if anyone ever walked again after attempted to sleep on those "beds". A thought crossed his mind about Misty not being on the other side of the bed. What if she decided to get up early? What if she was in the bathroom because of a sudden urge to pee? What if she.. left?

He couldn't deny the fact that every time he wondered about where Misty was, he had to wonder if she left him, Ash, and Brock. It's the first time he considered something so ridiculous, ever since Ash and Misty were torn apart.

Pikachu was used to sleeping on the ground, but this was anything but what he was accustomed to.

He slowly turned his head sideways, trying to find strands of red hair, which meant Misty would have been there.

His neck was somewhat relieved yet in pain from being moved, but all together things became even worse for Pikachu when he saw no strands of red hair. Nor did he see Misty.

'Probably getting an early breakfast..' He figured, dismissing the thought that she may have left permanently.

Suddenly he felt his neck crack slightly, signaling his bones were trying to get back into their usual position.

"Err.. That was new.."



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Misty yawned, trying to avoid as much light as possible. She was experiencing a major headache, and she wasn't going to allow bright light to make it worse. She made her way down half the hallway, taking her time. She was squinting somewhat, trying to shield her eyes from the brightness.

Her head pounded fiercely, making it difficult to think. She was almost forgetting where she was going and why she was going there. After she caught a scent of the freshly baked pancakes making its way up the stairs, she immediately remembered.

If the hotel didn't offer beds that were more comfortable then sleeping in multiple trees at the same time, they at least obtained the talent of cooking.

With sudden and careless movements, she felt her own body accidentally collide into another. Her headache pounded even harder in objection to the sudden incident as she felt herself fall forward onto a strong, warm chest. She opened her eyes for a split second to see a streak of black hair before the stinging pain to her eyes made her snap them shut again.

And this, all happening within a second, she managed to get a scent of the cologne that seemed to be surrounding the other person. It smelled familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"They're better off turning the hotel into a restaurant." She muttered after allowing a tired groan to escape her lips.

She heard the other person let out a small gasp as they realized who she was. They helped her up so she could stand, still not being able to find words that could fit this situation.

"And by the way, I'm sorry. I didn't exactly see where I was going because of their amazing light system, which could most likely outshine the sun."

"Or you couldn't see because of your obvious migraine?"

She recognized his voice as quickly as her vision of him came into better view. She felt her heart begin to race as her headache suddenly didn't seem as big as it would be within a couple of minutes.





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Your irresponsible and horrible author got a chapter out. yes, its true. it's not a delusion ^^; I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Ash's plan should start taking big effects on things pretty soon. I wonder if I have any readers left.. o.O;

And also, chapter 16 will be posted on my new pen name: Hollyray. I will change 'kawaiisakura' to 'Hollyray' on June 3rd. ^-^ See you all then!