Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of Pokemon, its characters, locations, or names. All of them, with the exception of original characters and ideas, belong to Nintendo.

Credits: Luna and "the wanderer" belongs to me.

AN: Yes, this is the second time I've wrote this prologue. I decided I hated how this fan fiction sounds and is going, so I decided to rewrite the damn thing. I felt bad for it, since it sticks out so badly. It doesn't/didn't feel like it belonged in the Shadow League Team series at all. Still doesn't feel like it, but it'll start getting better a little later most likely. :)

Warnings: This is going to turn out as having slash/shonen-ai/yaoi/etc. it it. I am forewarning you of that, so I do not get people crying and bitching to me about it having themes they don't like in it.

AN: I understand I normally don't write shonen-ai all that often, especially not for Pokemon, but this is something I want to try. >:) So please be sure to tell me how you think I am doing, just as I'd like with any of my fan fictions. How I do with this fan fiction could very well effect the original story I am also currently working on that features the characters in the pairing that'll be in here (kinda...sorta), considering that one is also shonen-ai.

- Prologue -

Leaves crunched underfoot, as the wanderer crept through the tree, taking slow, quiet steps. In shades of green, brown, and black, he blended in with the surrounding forest, the slight wind disguising the rustling of his cloak. His blond hair contrasted starkly with his dark clothing, and the narrow blue-purple eyes made him stand out as a man all his own.

The afternoon sun had just peaked, making the weather pleasantly warm. He swept his cloak back and continued on his way, having stopped to listen for any sounds of an approaching creature – whether human or pokemon - and hearing none. Slipping down into some bushes, his legs bent under his body, he peered into the wide clearing curiously.

A two story house stood proudly in the center, the yard littered with a child's toys. There was a swing set several feet away, with a slide connected to it on one side and a glider on the other. Opposite it was the area he assumed was designated as a place for training, as it had the faint tracings of the Elements about it and the ground was scarred from being hit from various attacks. It looked freshly used, though it was hard to tell whether it truly was or not. Frowning, the blond-haired man pulled himself into a tree and stretched out on the limb in wait, his hands cupped behind his head and his back against the trunk.

Only a little under an hour later was he startled out of his half stupor, when he heard a sudden shriek of laughter. Looking down through the leaves, he saw a black-haired girl run out of the back door, streaking towards the swing set, glancing back over her shoulder. Appearing in the open doorway was a man, her father, his dark hair dripping wet, and he followed after; his flight was slightly faster, his gait a lot more smooth, then that of the girl's. The wanderer's eyes widened, and started glowing at the sight of the two below.

"Da-" the girl started, before her father tackled her and they both fell to the ground. The ground was muddy and wet, due to the rainstorm they had had only the night before and through the morning, and both parent and child sat laughing in the muck. "Daddy! Look what you did!"

"You little brat! You woke me up!" The watcher had obviously been unnoticed, as they carried on playfully. He licked his dry lips, straining his neck to get a better view as the two scrambled to get out of the dirt. The laughter came to an abrupt stop, as the back door creaked open again and a woman stepped out. "Are you two screwing around again?" she asked, her hands placed delicately on her slightly tilted hips. "I thought you didn't feel good? Headache or something like that?"

"I don't feel good!" the father replied, giving the snickering child a 'We will be finishing this later' look, then switching to try to put on the innocence ploy. The wanderer snorted, smiling slightly at the spectacle. It was amusing watching the pair squirm. "This one here decided she would see how long it'd take for me to get up if she dumped a bucket of water on me. I just came out here to try to catch the little imp."

"Luna, go on inside and get cleaned up for lunch." Nodding quickly, Luna scampered away from her father, shedding her shoes at the door when she passed her mother. "I swear you two plan these things, Ash, just so you can get out of doing anything."

"Of course not," he said, plopping back down onto the ground and staring up at her, "Why ever would I do that?"

"Need I answer that? Could have to do with the fact you are an insufferable, no-good-"

"...laid back, unusual son of a bitch?" Ash finished for her, grinning, "What's to complain about? I'm just as insufferable, no-good, and all that as I was from Day One."

"I'm not complaining." Laughing, she leaned against the door jam, her head tilted to rest against it, "Just stating a fact...don't even think about it."

As she was speaking, Ash had moved from his spot near the swing set, over to the door, and was crouched down, relaxed. He looked at her innocently, earning a raspberry, and within seconds they were both on the ground. "You do realize I was in there making your lunch until I had to come out here? Now look what you went and did!"

"We'll live. I think Misty can manage it." Panting, they laid on the ground, neither in a hurry to get back up regardless of what needed to be done. There was banging and yelling in the house, and the couple looked at each other. "May, on second thought...no she can't."

Getting up as quickly as he had gotten down, Ash pulled May up, getting a swat for the effort, and they both entered back into the house, slamming the door shut. Most likely, it was to try to salvage whatever wreck was being made.

Laughing, the wanderer swung down and landing at the foot of the tree. Checking to make sure no one was about to step out and see him, he slid down to sit at the roots, peeking around. Seeing that the coast was clear, he jumped to his feet and took off at a sprint, drifting through the forest at a steady pace. There were other days he could return to keep an eye on the curious Master, his – hopefully – future lover. "Hmm, you shall be mine..."

Feeling a surge of energy as his Element went to work, he smirked. As he teleported away, only the trees and wild pokemon heard the name he stated: "...my Ashura."