WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN TO ME

by Chipolata

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

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Pikachu woke early the next morning, stiff and sore. Before he could move very far, he saw someone at the end of the bed.

She was small and child-like. She had long, pink hair and a long flowing gown. Her eyes were large and bright blue, with a playful twinkle in them.

Pikachu could tell that she wasn't any ordinary person. First, she had a long, pink, furry tail poking out from under her dress, and second, she was floating two feet off the ground.

Looking right at Pikachu, she giggled, and said:

"One day! Don't forget that Pikachu, okay?" Her voice was young and fun-filled.

She giggled some more, with her hands over her mouth. Then she floated to the ceiling as if she were in water, tail behind her, and vanished.

'I wonder what she meant.' Pikachu wondered, yawning and stretching.

Pikachu promptly fell off the bed.

"Ouch!" He yelped.

'Why did I fall off? Did the bed shrink or something?' Pikachu thought, then suddenly realized, "Did I yell 'Ouch'?!?"

Ash stirred. "Please, no autographs, I need this arm to wave," he murmured, still half-asleep. "Mmmm... wha?"

Ash sat up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and stretched his arms, forcing himself awake.

"Good morning, Pika-" he said to the end of the bed. "Pikachu?"

The end of his bed was empty. Unusual, that's where Pikachu was last night.

Ash crawled to the end of the bed, looking for his Pokemon pal. Pikachu had, on previous occasions, been known to fall off the bed when turning over.

But instead of Pikachu lying on the ground, was an extremely confused, naked, blonde-haired, brown-eyed, 11-year-old boy, who was staring at his hands with panic on his face.

"Who're you?" Ash asked the boy.

"A-Ash?" The boy asked, turning, and completely terrified. "Oh man, I did it again..." He started sobbing.

"Did what again?" Ash inquired.

"Spoke Human-tounge..."

Ash was about to ask what he meant by that, when another more pressing question arose.

"How do you know my name?" Ash demanded.

The boy didn't answer, just curled up into a little ball, hands on his head, eyes closed tightly.

That's when Ash noticed the tail.

Long and yellow, with brown at the base, lightning shaped and attached firmly to the base of his spine.

"Chuuuuu...." The boy moaned.

You could practically hear the cogs and gears in Ash's head turning as he processed all this new information. His brillaint mind was deducting all possiblities. His brain was shoved into overdrive, thinking, thinking, until the answer came...

"What did you say your name was?" Ash asked.

Pikachu would have dropped, had he not already been on the floor and in such a state for distress.

"Pi-ka!" He wailed, surprised he could revert to his old language.

"Pika?" Ash questioned, then it clicked. "Pikachu? Is that you?"

Pikachu nodded.

"What happened?" Ash asked.

"I-I don't know!" Pikachu exclaimed. "I just woke up and I... I..."

Pikachu shivered. Noticing that his friend was cold, Ash grabbed his green backpack and took out his (clean) spare underwear, yellow shirt with the zig-zag, and denim shorts, and gave them to Pikachu.

Pikachu pulled the shirt over his head. He began pulling the boxers up but stopped.

"Ash... could you...?" He asked sheepishly.

"Uh? Oh, sure." Ash ripped a hole in the back of the undies and the shorts for Pikachu's tail.

"Thanks." Pikachu sat down on the bed next to Ash.

"Can you remember anything unusual?" Ash asked.

"Um, yeah! When I woke up this morning, there was this girl. A pink one." Pikachu thought hard. "She said, 'One day, don't forget that.' What do you think she meant?"

"Maybe she was the one who did this! Maybe she was telling you that you're only human for one day." Ash said.

"Maybe..."

"Or, it could have been Misty in a pink dress." Ash suggested.

"I doubt it." Pikachu sweatdropped.

"Well," Ash stood up. "If you do only have one day as a Human, then you're going to have to make the most of it."

"What d'ya mean?" Pikachu asked.

"Well, you should do all the things you couldn't do as a Pokemon."

"Like go to the cinema!"

"Yeah!" Ash agreed. "And there's that carnival Brock told us about..."

"And the Zoo!"

"And watch a Pokemon battle at Erika's make-do Gym!"

"And go to a theatre!"

"WHAT is with all the NOISE?!?!" Misty yelled. "Can't a girl get her beauty sleep?"

"Misty!" Ash exclaimed. "You'll never guess what happened to Pikachu last night!!!"

"What are you talking about?" Misty asked, annoyed that she'd been woken so early in the morning.

"Pikachu's human!!" Ash cried.

"What?" It was too early for any kind of information to sink in to Misty's brain.

"Pikachu was turned into a human by a pink fairy!!" Ash yelled again.

"It's the Blue Fairy, idiot." Misty said, turning over.

"No, she was definately pink." Pikachu told her.

Misty looked at Pikachu. Then, as her early morning stupor wore off, each piece of information began to collect.

"Pikachu?!?" She leapt out of bed, only to fall on her butt on the floor.

"Yeah, that's me." Pikachu admitted, hand behind his head.

"Isn't it great?" Ash exclaimed. "Now Pikachu can do all the things he couldn't do as a Pokemon!"

"We only have one day, though." Pikachu told Misty.

"One day? But there's so much to do! Go to the cinema, or that carnival Brock told us about, or the Zoo, or watch a Pokemon Battle, go to the theatre..." Misty rattled off some ideas.

"What are we waiting for?" Ash asked.

"Brock, maybe?" Pikachu suggested, pointing to the sleeping man who was muttering something like, "Yes please, and with maple syrup."

"Oh yeah."