Caged Wings

by DestinyHead123

There was a time where Ash Ketchum would've considered living a normal life. However, a chance meeting with a girl opened up the doorway that led to his dream of changing the world and the title of Pokemon Master. But to incite a change and achieve his dreams would require a journey like no other. * AU, Prequel of My Wings

41. Showtime

Chapter 41 – Showtime

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Saturday, April 22nd

3:19am.

Ash bolted upright as the ringtone of his cell phone blared on this nightstand. Even as a deep sleeper, this obnoxious ringtone was enough to get through to Ash snatch him from his dreams. He rubbed at his eyes before he glanced at the clock again, trying to make sure he was reading it correctly.

This ringtone was used specifically for one person on his contact list. So, the question was, why were they calling at three in the morning? From the moment he answered the phone, Ash was greeted by a variety of different sounds in the background, although most notably was the roar of a, particularly loud engine.

"Good morning, Ash!" A voice exclaimed. "I know this isn't a great time to call you, but I wanted to touch base while I had the chance."

"Uh…yeah, what's up, Mr. Berlitz?" Ash groaned as he mustered up the concentration to listen to Malcolm.

"I have to apologize for this, things were poorly timed when all of this was relayed to me," Malcolm began, practically shouting to be heard over the noise around him. "I'm going on another trip to Kalos to meet some of my associates, so I won't be able to contact you for the next three weeks. But I wanted to let you know, the match with your father is nearly confirmed."

That woke Ash up a bit more.

"Really?" He asked incredulously.

"I know it's been a long road, but you're finally there," Malcolm assured him. "When I get back from Kalos, I've arranged to meet with your father and Charles to discuss some of the details about the match."

"Details? Like what?"

"When one of the Five Kings has a match, we run special promotions for it on the PokeHub. We have to hire graphic designers to make artwork for the posters and such, there's a list of things we do to get some extra publicity," Malcolm explained to him. "This match is a special case because we've never had a match between family members in the history of this circuit, so Charles is trying to bring some extra attention to it."

Ash couldn't hold back an eager smile as it dawned on him. He was going to face his father!

"I won't be able to contact you from Kalos and I didn't want you worrying about the match while I was away," Malcolm noted, causing Ash's cheeks to heat up. He was certain that Malcolm was referring to little display Ash put on in front of his house earlier this year. "We've agreed at the Royal Casino on May 12th to hash out the details."

"And do you think he's going to show up?" Ash asked before he added. "My dad, do you think he'll really come?"

"He'd be a fool not to," Malcolm replied as things finally became quieter around him. "I have something that he wants, and if he wants it as badly as I know he does, he will be there Ash."

Before Ash could go any further, he could hear a woman begin to speak with Malcolm for a few moments.

"I'm sorry, Ash, that was my stewardess," Malcolm explained as he returned to their conversation. "We're getting ready to depart so my phone is going off. Again, I'm sorry for calling you so early in the morning, but I'm glad we got to speak."

"I could say the same,"

"Great, when I get back and have the meeting with Charles, I'll be sure to give you a full update," Malcolm said, and with that, their call came to an end.

Ash set his phone back down on the nightstand and turned on the lamp, wincing a bit as his eyes adjusted to the light. There was no going back to sleep now. His mind was racing.

The battle was going to happen…

There was a ton of training that he had to do, but even above that, Ash wanted to speak to Aaron just once before they met on the battlefield.

Ash didn't care how, but he was going to be at that meeting.

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The Royal Casino was owned by Malcolm Berlitz and it was a fabulous looking facility on the lower east side of Vermilion City that offered far more than just a location to gamble. It possessed several gift shops, a bar and night club, and of course, live entertainment. High class was an understatement when describing it.

Ash sat in the kitchen of his home, a bag of pretzels in front of him as he scanned the webpage for the Royal Casino on his phone. Unfortunately, getting in there wasn't going to be quite as easy as he hoped. No one under the age of twenty-one was allowed to enter a casino in Kanto, and proof of identification was a must.

Ash considered searching for a place where he could get a fake ID, but the repercussions of getting caught with one was enough for him to put that idea to rest. But the mention of live entertainment did bring another idea to Ash's mind. The Jive Steppers!

With a quick call, Ash got a hold of his best for a conversation over the phone.

"Brock-o, I've got a…a proposition for you," Ash began.

"A proposition?" Brock repeated. "Is this Ash Ketchum I'm talking to?"

"Yeah,"

"That's a big word there," Brock noted with a laugh. "I guess you finally started paying attention in class, although your senior year is a little late for that, don't cha think?"

"Oh, shut it, Brock, if I wanted all this sass I would've gone to Miette," Ash retorted, earning a hearty laugh from his friend.

"So, what was it that you wanted to talk about?" Brock asked him.

"I got a call from Malcolm this morning, they're finalizing the match with my dad," Ash stated.

"Dude, that's awesome!"

"The thing is since my dad is one of the Five Kings, they have to do all of this extra publicity for the match, so they're going to meet in a casino next month to talk it all over. I want to be there," Ash said simply, allowing Brock to put the pieces together.

"You're trying to get into a casino? This isn't one of your brightest ideas, Ash," Brock commented.

"I know it sounds crazy, but it might be my last chance to talk to my dad before the match," Ash stated.

"But why do you want to talk to him?"

"It was what N said yesterday, remember?" Ash said as he looked up in thought. "He said that he keeps his friends close, and his enemies closer. He was talking about Malcolm, but I want to know why. My dad has a sort of problem with Malcolm too, so I want to see if I can find out what it is."

"It sounds to me like you're about to get caught in one big mess," Brock muttered, causing Ash to shrug.

"Even if I do, I'm only trying to get something from my dad. All of that other stuff doesn't really matter to me," Ash said in return.

"I get that, Ash, I really do," Brock replied. "But it might get you in some serious trouble."

"Don't worry Brock, I'll be safe…so will you help me out?"

Ash could hear Brock groan before he finally agreed.

"What are you trying to do exactly?" Brock inquired.

"Okay, so I want to get into the casino so I did a little sleuthing,"

"Another big word," Brock injected with a snort, causing Ash to leer at his phone before he went on.

"They hold live performances at this casino, so I was wondering if the Jive Steppers might be interested in…you know, doing a little show," Ash suggested with a weak chuckle. "I heard the money is pretty good too."

Ash pursed his lips as he waited for Brock's reply.

"You know, it's just like you to come up with the craziest way possible to get into a place like a casino," Brock pointed out, and Ash could picture him smirking as he said this.

"I'm not good at all of those complex plans, I prefer something more straightforward," Ash replied.

"Straightforward would be like walking in through the front door," Brock reasoned, causing Ash to deadpan.

"And get myself into a ton of trouble," Ash added. "Do you have any idea what Cassidy would do to me if I got caught in a casino?"

"It almost sounds like you want to find out," Brock suggested with a chuckle. "But I think I get the gist of what you're trying to do. You want to act like you are part of the Jive Steppers to get in with us, right?"

"It doesn't sound half bad," Ash noted and Brock stifled a laugh.

"It doesn't sound half good either, but it could work…"

"That's all I wanted you to say," Ash beamed. "I already got the contact information for the manager of their concert hall. I can send it to you."

"You're lucky we're best friends,"

"Love you too, Brock-o,"

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The endless chatter of close friends filled the kitchen of Ash's home. Bunched around the table was Miette, Serena, Trevor, and Shauna as they prattled on about how their workweek went. Tierno and Valerie stood next to each other, leaning against the wall, their hands interlocked but hidden between them. Ash stifled a laugh as he sat on the countertop, wondering why the new couple insisted on trying to hide their relationship. It wasn't some sort of secret, or at least their closest friends already knew...but perhaps Tierno and Valerie didn't know that. Either way, it was cute watching them interact like this.

"So, where's Brock?" Miette asked with a huff, earning everyone's attention. She leaned back into her chair, lips pursed and arms crossed. "He calls everyone up for a meeting and then decides to be late?"

"He'll be here Miette, you know Brock wouldn't call a meeting unless it's important," Valerie injected with a kind smile.

"I'll give him ten more minutes," Miette retorted before she looked to Trevor. "So, Trevs, did you get accepted into that film school yet?"

"Not yet," Trevor answered with a laugh. "I probably won't hear anything else until mid-June at the earliest."

"June? That's a long time," Shauna noted.

"It's not like it matters, we all know Trevor's going to get in," Miette stated confidently, sending a wink Trevor's way. "There's no one better at capturing a moment than him."

Trevor blushed a bit at the compliment, scratching at the back of his neck.

"No need to be shy about it, dude!" Tierno cut in as he came over to slap Trevor's back. "You're the real deal!"

There was a collective nod of agreement from everyone present which forced a bashful thanks out of Trevor. But before his friends could shower him with more praise, Brock finally arrived.

"Sorry for calling this meeting at the last-minute guys, but I've got big news!" Brock exclaimed as he took his place at the center of the kitchen. "The Jive Steppers have got a show!"

There was a moment of silence as they all processed Brock's announcement.

"Like…a real show?" Serena exclaimed.

"With pay?" Miette inquired.

"And an audience?" Tierno added.

"All those things!" Brock answered with a great big smile.

"No way!" An uproar broke out as they all hounded Brock like a pack of hungry Mightyena.

"Slow down guys, I can answer all those questions, but let's take them one at a time," Brock said to calm the ruckus. Shauna's hand shot up, and she waved it furiously to make sure Brock called on her first.

"Where are we performing?"

"The Royal Casino, on the east side," Brock's answer sparked a second uproar, but a shout from Cassidy in the living room silenced all of them.

"I've seen pictures of that place," Serena said as their discussion resumed in a much quieter manner. "It's like a luxury resort in there."

"How in the world did you score us a show there?" Tierno asked Brock.

"It was Ash's idea actually," Brock said with a gesture to the youngest person present. "He got me the contact info for the manager there, his name is Raoul Contesta by the way, you all are going to need to know his name when we go for the audition," Brock said as an aside. "But I spoke to him and set up an audition for us in two weeks!"

"That's amazing!" Shauna declared before the group shushed her. Tierno and Trevor both approached Ash to give him a high five.

"This is bigger than any show we've done before," Brock pointed out as he became everyone's focus again. "Mr. Contesta gave me a list of things we've got to have straightened out by the time we go in for the audition. It's great that we got this show, but we've got a lot of work ahead of us if we're going to make this happen."

"We're no strangers to hard work, Brock," Miette responded.

"Yeah, this is our big shot, we won't waste it!" Tierno added, causing Brock to grin at the group.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear! So, let's get down to business," Brock said as he looked to Valerie to start things off. "This isn't a street performance or a small crowd. This is big-time, so we've got to come up with a sort of theme for how we're going to be dressed. Valerie, we're going to need designs to show at the audition, do you think you can have something put together?"

"Of course, anything for you guys," Valerie answered sweetly.

"Trevor, we're going to need a studio production level recording if you get what I'm saying," Brock said with a glance toward the ginger-haired young man.

"I got you, this is going to be part of your resume for future shows, right?" Trevor asked, receiving a nod from Brock. "I'll do my best then!"

"Alright then, now let's talk about the tough part," Brock said as he stroked at his chin. "We're going to perform three songs for him."

"We've got more than enough routines for three songs," Serena said happily.

"Here's the thing, we also need a vocalist," Brock pointed out, causing the group to pause.

"You told him we're a dance group, right?" Serena asked as she shot up from her seat.

"That's what I started with, but Mr. Contesta suggested that either one of us becomes a vocalist for this show, or we find one if we expect to pass the audition," Brock explained as he looked to Serena and Shauna.

"That won't work though," Serena muttered. "If one us have to do the vocals, it'll throw off all of the routines we've been practicing."

"I was thinking the same thing," Brock agreed. "So, it looks like we're going to have to hunt down a lead singer."

"Hunt down?" Ash repeated, his nose wrinkled. "You guys already know one. She killed it at the talent show, remember?"

The group shared a glance. "May!"

"She'd be perfect!"

"Ash, you've got to talk to her for us!"

"Don't worry, there's no way she'll turn this down!" Ash assured them with a grin.

"Great, we're looking good," Brock announced. "I rented out a studio about ten minutes from here for us to practice at. Our first practice is Monday afternoon at four o'clock! Don't be late now!"

"Oh, like you're one to talk!" Miette retorted, earning a laugh from the group.

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Monday, April 24th

"Good morning North Vermilion High! Welcome to yet another fantastic week! Only six weeks left until we start our final exams, I hope all of you have been hitting those books!" The principal spoke energetically over the sound system to start the day. "And just a reminder, junior prom is going to take place on June 2nd, and senior prom is on June 23rd. Buy your tickets in advance!"

With a click, the morning announcements came to an end and Fantina hummed a delightful tune as she observed her first-period class. Her seniors were working on their final projects, all of which were near complete. Watching the development of their work, Fantina was always impressed by what her students were capable of.

But as always, her standout students had produced a standout work of art. The team of Ash, Dawn, and May curated a piece that surpassed the lofty expectations that Fantina had for the group. Their theme was graduation, and they illustrated it masterfully.

At first, their project started as just a sizeable blank canvas. The centerpiece was a trio of hands stacked together on top of each other in acrylic paint, their arms stretching out the edge of the canvas to create three open spaces. These areas were filled with their high school memories, ranging from their aspirations and successes to simple moments of glee. It was a beautiful and vibrant painting, expressing all the joy that the three of them enjoyed.

However, even though they finished painting on the canvas, their project wasn't complete. They cut a small hole at the center of the canvas and strung a thin rope through it that functioned as a tassel. Dawn then took some cloth and fashioned to the back of the canvas, turning the whole thing into a graduation cap! It looked fantastic!

With about two minutes left in their first period class, Ash, Dawn, and May stepped away from their now completed final project.

"I'll admit," Dawn began as she and Ash observed their work. "I had my doubts at the beginning, but this looks awesome!"

May sprung up between them and wrapped her arms around their necks.

"I didn't have any doubts!" She proclaimed. "Because I was working with you guys!"

"Aww, that's so sweet, May," Dawn said as thanks for her friend's confidence in her.

"Ah, is today the day?" Fantina asked as she approached the group of three. "Is it finished?"

"Oui madame," They declared together, receiving a great smile from Fantina.

"Bravo!" She exclaimed, clapping for them. "Your project will be part of the showcase at both the senior prom, and during the graduation ceremony!"

Ash, Dawn, and May shared a glance and with great smiles, they gave each other high fives. As they did so, the bell chimed signaling the transition to their next class.

"I'm sorry to leave you with the mess today, Dawn, but I have to talk with May," Ash apologized, but Dawn waved off his apology.

"Don't even worry about it, it's no big deal!" She replied with a motion for him to go chase down May before she disappeared into the sea of moving students outside.

"Thanks," Ash said before he snatched up his backpack and darted off. "Hey May, hold on a second!"

He caught the brunette just before she left the room.

"Oh, this is rare!" May noted with a sly grin as Ash followed her out of the classroom. "Normally you escort Dawn from class to class, to what do I owe the honor?"

Ash stuck his tongue out at her.

"I needed to talk with you," He said after he put on a straight face. "I've got an offer for you."

"An offer? For what?" She asked through pursed lips.

"The Jive Steppers have a show early next month, but they ran into a little hitch," Ash explained, causing May to tilt her head. "They need a lead vocalist for this show. The girls can't take that role because it'll throw off the routine, so they're looking for someone who can sing…"

It took a moment for May to make all the connections, and her eyes grew wide.

"Wait, are you saying that…that they want me?!" She hollered, earning some glances from her peers as they passed by.

Ash stifled a laugh and gave her a nod.

"Heck yeah!" She shouted, throwing her fist in the air. "Sign me up!"

"Great, you have no idea how happy they're going to be," Ash said as they bumped fists. "They're having their first practice later today at four o'clock. I'll text you the address."

"Awesome, I can't wait!"

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The polished hardwood floor shined proudly beneath the hanging lights. The air flowed in and out of the room through the open windows, the sound of passing traffic being drowned out by the heavy beat coming from the large speakers in the corner of the room. The Jive Steppers stood in a full circle, clapping to the beat as they loosened up for their first practice session.

Trevor was off to the side, setting up another camera to record this session for review later this week. As they danced, the final two missing members entered the studio from the only entrance, gaining everyone's attention.

"May!" They screamed together at the sight of the brunette. Despite the volume of the music, their voices came through loud and clear as they startled her. Ash snickered as she flinched from their sudden reaction.

"Ash, you suck!" Miette barked at Ash as the music was shut off by Trevor. "Why couldn't you just say that May was coming?"

"I was trying to surprise you guys," Ash replied with a chuckle.

As Miette berated Ash, Shauna and Serena approached May to give her a proper welcome. Brock called for everyone to come together to discuss their first practice session.

"Now that we've got everyone here, let's talk about what we've got to do. First off, I think we should give a big round of applause to May for agreeing to help us with this show," Brock began as he clapped his hands. The whole group followed his lead, causing May's cheeks to become scarlet.

"It's nothing guys, I'm happy to help," She replied bashfully.

"I don't know what exactly Ash told you, but we're auditioning for a slot at the Royal Casino in a few weeks, but after speaking with the manager, he suggested with find a true vocalist," Brock explained to her. "And I think it's safe to say you're easily the best voice any of us have heard."

"Yup, best voice I know," Tierno said in agreement, giving a small two-fingered salute to May.

"We have a ton of different routines that we've been working on, but we don't know what you're comfortable singing," Brock said to May. "So, Trevor put together a song list for you to pick from, and we'll go from there."

At the mention of his name, Trevor slid over to May and passed his laptop to her. She viewed the list for a few moments before sending a broad grin Brock's way.

"I know all of these," She stated confidently. "And I feel like I can sing all of them!"

"May, that's awesome!" Shauna exclaimed. "That means we can do a different genre for each song. Maybe some hip hop or pop."

"And we should do something electronic so that we the dancers get in the spotlight," Miette suggested with a smirk.

"Valid points, so I think we should all just vote on it," Brock chimed in as they all swarmed around May, beginning to select songs from the list. Everyone was allowed to vote for three songs, and the top three vote-getters were selected.

"Oh man, we're going to crush it with these!" Tierno declared happily, throwing his hands in the air.

"Yeah, we've already got some awesome routines that we can do," Serena added, but Miette cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.

"It's great that we can dance to this song, but don't forget, we're trying to mix in an element that we've never had before," Miette noted with a gesture toward May. "We've got a lead vocalist, which means we have to balance out who is in front and change around when we do things."

"Miette's right," Serena said with a nod. "We have some adjustments to make, but I think the first thing we need to do is hear May sing these songs, right?"

"Definitely!" The whole gang save for Ash and Brock gathered by the sound system and got comfortable as Trevor queued the songs.

Brass horns sounded as the intro to the first song with a group of hands clapping to the beat. May's audience began to clap in sync with the beat until the intro ended and May began to sing the first verse. Her voice was carried across the room, demanding everyone's full attention with all the grace and poise of a budding starlet. Ash and Brock struggled to tear themselves away from the song, but they grit their teeth and followed through, distancing themselves from the group.

"What did you want to talk about?" Ash asked his friend as they did their best to tune out May.

"Your part in all this," Brock said with a gesture to their gang of friends. "Are you going to be on stage with us, or are you just tagging along?"

"I want to dance with you guys, it'll be like old times," Ash commented with a grin.

"Okay, because I was talking about it with the Miette for us to figure out what to do with you," Brock explained, causing Ash to frown.

"I mean, if it's too much trouble work me into the routines, don't worry about it," Ash began, but Brock waved off his reply.

"That's not the problem," Brock interjected. "You've got your match with your dad coming up. I don't want you spending too much time practicing with us when you should be practicing with Pikachu."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ash said with a sigh. "But I was just going to balance everything until we're done with the show. Then I'd focus on just training for the battle."

"You've got enough on your plate already," Brock said as he stared at Ash incredulously. "You've got a school to think about too. Don't overload that brain of yours trying to do too much."

Ash tapped Brock's shoulder with his fist, sending a warning leer to accompany that small gesture.

"Don't be mad, I'm trying to help you out," Brock said, raising his hands in his defense. "I mean, did you really think you could learn three routines in time to look decent at the audition?"

Ash deadpanned. Perhaps he didn't realize just how much time he would have to invest to take part in the show. His silence was the answer Brock expected.

"Not to worry, I was talking with the Miette and Serena about what we could do to make things easier for you," Brock went on, sporting a proud smile. "We decided it would be best if we paired you with May."

"But she's singing, why would you pair me with her?"

"That's exactly why," Brock stated. "She doesn't have to learn our routines, she just as to do a little something-something while she sings. We could make it some really simple steps, and then you just have to slide into the background when we take the lead during the chorus."

Ash shrugged his shoulders despite how pleased Brock sounded with his suggestion.

"I'm not going to complain, Brock, whatever works for you guys, works for me," Ash said before the applause from their friends earned their attention.

"Great job, May!" Trevor declared as she smiled sheepishly.

"It was good," Tierno said with his arms folded in front of his chest. For a change, Tierno exercised a measure of stoicism as he went on. "But I think you can do better."

"Well, of course, she can," Shauna interjected. "That was like her first attempt at it with us, there's a lot that we can do to make it better."

"You're right about that, but I'm talking about something else," Tierno replied, his gaze locked on May. It wasn't often that Tierno was so serious, but May vividly remembered the last time she saw him like this when he came to her house to speak with her. "Do you remember how you sang at the talent show? You sang your heart out."

May gave him a nod of agreement.

"You had some really good reasons to sing like that, but the next step you can make as a performer is teaching yourself to pour your soul into everything you do," Tierno said, tapping his chest with a closed fist.

"What are you saying, Tierno?" Miette asked, sending a narrow glance at him.

"I'm not trying to be mean or anything," Tierno said immediately before he pointed at Miette. "But you were at the talent show, you heard her! She can sing way better than what she did for us. At the talent show, she gave me goosebumps and I wanted to dance my ass off while she was singing. I didn't get that feeling just now so I know for a fact that she can do better!"

Everyone but Tierno looked to May, whose gaze shot down to her feet.

"Tierno, what the hell?" Miette snapped at him. She nodded toward May, and Tierno saw that his statement didn't have its desired effect.

"Whoa, whoa, don't take that the wrong way," He said quickly. "You did really good…it's just that, ugh!" Tierno clapped his hands against his cheeks. "I don't know how to say it right!"

Even as Tierno babbled out an apology, Brock eyed May closely. He saw how her hands were closed into small fists and she took a big gulp before she looked up at the group and flashed a dazzling smile.

"Don't worry, Tierno," She said astutely. "I know what you meant and you're right. I can do better…I will do better!"

"Hah, there she is!" Tierno exclaimed as he raised a hand toward May for a high five. Smiles broke out across the room, though none were as large as Tierno's.

"Alrighty guys, we've got a lot of work ahead of us to prep for the audition!" Brock announced as he motioned for Tierno to start the music. "Let's get started on putting this all together!"

---

Friday, April 28th

The squeak of sneakers against the hardwood floors filled the studio as five pairs of feet worked rapidly. Staring in the mirror as they worked, the Jive Steppers moved like a unit, sweat glistening from their foreheads. Ash and May leaned against the wall, sipping water as they watched Brock, Miette, Serena, Shauna and Tierno work through the routine for their final song. Even though she had seen it multiple times this week, May marveled at their masterful footwork, sharp movements, and overall energy that they moved with during this song. Their final song was the most free-spirited and May hoped to match the vigor of the dancers with her voice.

Ash downed the rest of his water bottle and looked to his side where Pikachu was watching the group, attempting to mimic their steps. Considering how well Pikachu could run circles around his opponents in a battle, he danced like a newborn child. Perhaps having stubby legs was a disadvantage when trying to emulate the style of dance they were watching.

"Having fun, Pikachu?" Ash asked his partner. Pikachu gave a delighted cheer response as he spun around.

This was one of the rare instances where Pikachu got to tag along to an unfamiliar place that didn't involve a battle. To balance his new schedule, Ash left school after his seventh period class at roughly one o'clock. That worked perfectly since it matched the end of Brock's work shift, allowing him to meet up with Ash, pick up Pikachu and race off to Route 6 for a quick practice session with Giselle. At about three-thirty, they would head off for their practice session with the Jive Steppers.

This was easily the most bloated schedule Ash was working with, but he found himself enjoying it all. Practice with the Jive Steppers was a refreshing and familiar change of pace. He missed working with them like he used to and seeing them work so hard at their craft always filled Ash the determination to keep working alongside them.

His assignment was just as simple as Brock promised it would be. He had two roles, both of which were very similar. He was an assistant, to May as she sang each chorus, or to Serena if May was singing an actual verse. Essentially, he was a floater during each part, avoiding the intense routines of the Jive Steppers whenever possible, but also hidden away when May was in the spotlight. It all sounded so convoluted when Brock explained it, but after getting to watch a recording of their practice, Ash was surprised at how well it worked.

Your eyes naturally followed the center of attention, which the Jive Steppers controlled masterfully, shifting the viewers' attention from May to the dancers almost seamlessly. Ash went by, practically unnoticed in the background during each performance!

"Big finish now!" Brock shouted as they crossed their legs. In unison, they spun twice and separated their feet as they completed the turns, striking a pose as they pointed out to their makeshift audience. Brock gave a whoop as he bumped chests with Tierno and gave high fives to the girls. "Alright, that's what I'm talking about! Great work, great work!"

"Easy Brock, I'm on the phone here!" Trevor called out, receiving an immediate apology from Brock.

"That was great you guys," May exclaimed, though she kept her voice on the softer end of the spectrum for Trevor.

"I think we're looking really good on the first and last song," Miette commented as they came over to the wall for a quick break. "It's mainly the second song I think we need to work on before the audition."

"I'm with you on that, we've got a lot to clean up there," Serena said with a nod of agreement. "We should focus on that one during our next session."

"Brock," Trevor called out again.

"I didn't even say anything!" Brock hollered in return, causing Trevor to deadpan.

"I was just calling you over," He said, motioning for Brock to accept his phone. "Valerie wants to talk with you."

As Brock left the group, the discussion on how they could make further refinements continued.

"And Tierno, don't be afraid to go big, there's more time to recover than you think," Miette pointed out as she reenacted Tierno's movements. "If you stay small, it looks like you're going through a pause while everyone else is moving."

"Serena, don't be afraid to move your hips more," Shauna stated, causing Serena to blush.

"I do move my hips!" She protested bashfully.

"Even more than that!" Shauna said before she demonstrated for Serena. Serena's cheeks reddened as Shauna moved her waist with all the fluidity of an Ekans on the prowl. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"I'm not embarrassed!" Serena shrieked in return.

"Then come on!" Shauna said with a gesture for Serena to join her.

Serena puffed out her colored cheeks in a pout as she hesitated, trying to convince herself to join her friend. Shauna was always on the more daring side, not to mention that style of dance came naturally to Shauna. She was from Hoenn and grew up doing almost all of their traditional dances.

Ash recognized that little expression Serena's face. She was embarrassed and coupled with frustration, her whole face was red. With a small laugh, he knew exactly what he needed to do. He jumped in beside Shauna and attempted to mimic her movements. It was safe to say that he failed to look as attractive as Shauna did, but he laughed as he did his best, calling for Pikachu to join him. The small Pokemon joined in as well, looking just as goofy as his trainer due to his small body, but everyone watching roared with laughter.

"Come on Serena, it's not so bad!" Ash called out to her.

"What am I looking at?!" Brock shouted, causing Ash and Pikachu to pause in a less than flattering position as they glanced over their shoulders to look at him. "I turn my back for one second and this is what happens?"

They all shared a brief laugh, but Brock motioned for all of them to quiet down since he had an announcement.

"We've got a new problem," Brock began. "Valerie just called, and she said she's behind schedule with our costumes. She wants to know if one of us can lend a hand when we have time."

The group shared a collective glance.

"Uh, I usually buy clothes, not make them," May answered, causing Ash to stifle a laugh. But the brunette snapped her fingers after a brief moment of thought. "Dawn does though!"

"Dawn?" Trevor repeated, brow furrowed.

"She's been studying fashion design since she started high school!" May said excitedly. "If anyone can help out, it's her! I can call her right now!"

May rushed to her bag to get her phone, not evening waiting for the input from someone else. Brock couldn't help but laugh at her enthusiasm, but he welcomed it. May was like a shot of adrenaline for the Jive Steppers, offering a new piece to their puzzle of performing.

"Ash made some good friends in high school," Miette said with a nod of approval. "He got us a lead vocalist and a junior fashion designer."

"What can I say?" Ash asked with a smirk. "I came in clutch."

Everyone deadpanned.

---

Ash gripped the steering wheel, unable to suppress the grin on his face as he turned the wheel every so often. He had yet to drive the car that Brock purchased right after their big payday in January. Ash glanced upward with his brow furrowed, wondering why it took him this long to get behind the wheel of this car. It was technically his after all.

That aside, Ash liked this car!

It was no wonder Brock drove it at every opportunity. It had a powerful engine and while Ash wasn't prone to speeding, this car filled him with a need for speed! Not to mention that the design of the car demanded everyone's attention. At every red light, Ash could feel everyone staring at him. Ash could imagine Brock at a parking lot, posted up on the hood of his car, and nodding at any woman that passed by.

"Whoa! Whose car is this, Ash?" A new voice exclaimed, snatching him away from his musings. Ash looked to the open passenger window and saw Dawn gawking at the vehicle.

Parked at the end of the driveway of the Berlitz Estate, Ash shot a grin at the bluenette who resided in the mansion. After May's phone call from the studio, Ash was given the assignment of delivering Dawn to Valerie's little workshop.

"It's Brock's," Ash answered as he unlocked the doors to grant her entry.

"This is so cool!" She chirped while climbing in. "It's refurbished, right?"

"Uh…I think so," Ash answered weakly and shrugged his shoulders. "I never really asked him much about the car, now that I think about it."

"Oh, it's no big deal," Dawn said with a small laugh. "There's a show me and my mom watch sometimes about collectors who find old cars and refurbish them."

"That sounds pretty cool," Ash noted as he made eye contact with Dawn. Her cheeks began tinged with pink before she looked away.

"Umm, I know I won't get to see everyone tonight, but can you thank them for me?" Dawn asked him to keep the conversation going.

"For what?"

"Well…for thinking of me," She said softly. "I was looking around for a summer internship that I could do as a designer before I head off to Kalos, but I guess a lot of them won't take a high schooler seriously."

"What?" Ash exclaimed as he punched his palm. "That's crap! Take me on your next interview I'll straighten them out for you."

"No no, it's okay, Ash," She said with a giggle. "I'm trying to get experience working as an actual designer before I go off to college. It means a lot to me that you guys thought of me."

"Aww, Dawn," Ash scratched at the back of his neck. "You don't have to be all mushy about it."

"I'm not being mushy," She said indignantly. "I was showing my appreciation, when did that become a crime?"

Ash snickered as he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway.

"Valerie is going to be so happy to have you," Ash explained with a grin. "She got in over her head. I think Brock told her she didn't have to make the costumes, but she went for it anyway. Can't blame her really, she can be pretty stubborn when she's ready, even though she doesn't seem like that type of person."

"You know, I've never really talked to Valerie," Dawn admitted, despite being the same room as the young woman on various occasions. "What's she like?"

"She's sweet, really strong-minded and one of the toughest people I know," Ash remarked a prideful smile. "Even though you don't know her well, I promise you, you're going to have fun working with her."

As they drove across town, the conversation between Ash and Dawn flowed naturally, reminiscent of when they first became friends. It put Dawn's heart at ease knowing that she could still talk so freely with Ash. A part of her was wondering if things would ever be the same between them. Thankfully, today was proof of that possibility that gave Dawn the little push she needed.

"Um, Ash, have you been thinking about senior prom at all?" Dawn asked him, twiddling with her thumbs as she spoke.

"Ah, not really," He replied truthfully. "I've had a lot of my mind lately."

"I get it, I mean, we've got a lot happening right now with finals, college prep, and everything," Dawn said as she bit down on her lower lip. "But are you interested in going at all?"

"It is my senior prom, and you only get one of those, so I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested," Ash stated. "But I'm not sure if I want to go."

"Well if I asked you to go…with me…would you want to go?"

There was a pause. Dawn didn't mind it at first, she knew there were times where Ash considered his answers. But as the pause continued, Dawn found the silence as a weight on a chest. She stole a glance at him, a quick peek to gauge his reaction, but his blank expression concealed what she was searching for.

"I don't…" He blew a raspberry. "I don't know what to say, Dawn. Like, it's awesome that you want to go with me…"

"But…?" She held her breath, waiting for him to go on.

"But I don't want to give you an answer just yet," He continued. Even as they came to a stop at a red light, Ash kept his gaze locked on the road. He couldn't imagine what kind of face Dawn must have been making. "I've got a lot of things coming up…and I don't know what's going to happen between now and then."

His mind drifted to all the subjects that had been brought to his attention during the last month.

Malcolm Berlitz and the White Lotus.

His upcoming match with his father.

The discussions with N…

He thought of all of the hurdles he overcame to reach this point, all of the trainers they'd beaten. Flint and Magmar. Cross and Lycanroc. Cedric and Dewott. He and Pikachu improved in the face of every challenge and somehow…it felt as though all of their experience would culminate in the match ahead of him.

"Talk to me again in June…" Ash said as the light turned green and he focused on driving. "Hopefully I'll have a better answer for you then."

Dawn frowned, though it went unseen by Ash. It wasn't quite the answer she was looking for…but it wasn't as if he turned down her offer. There was still a chance.

Graduation was approaching, and Dawn understood that her life course would take her far away from the friends she made here in Vermilion City. She wanted just a few more memories to hold onto, but there wasn't much time left.

---

Sunday, April 30th

"And big finish, May!" Brock hollered as May threw head back belted out the final note. She cut her voice off abruptly as the music ended and struck a pose with the rest of the group. They all stared in the mirror of the studio, panting loudly before they looked at once another. Cheers broke out as celebrated the completion of another practice session. Today, they saw some very positive results in all aspects of their performance.

May had a much stronger grasp of when to be the center of attention, and when to step aside for the dancers. Her vocals also improved drastically under the guidance of Miette.

"May, you've got to throw a little bit more on it, if you get what I mean," Miette advised the brunette as she and May sat together in the corner of the studio.

"Uh, not really," May admitted sheepishly.

"It's like what Tierno said, you're just singing each song correctly…which is good in some ways, but performing isn't always about doing things the 'right way,'" Miette explained and May nodded. She remembered Tierno mentioning something similar when he visited her home. "You already have a great voice, so just focus on trying to sing each song the 'May way.'"

Miette's advice brought May to a whole new tier! The happiness that exuberated from May during the talent show was on full display during these songs. She was moving with more freedom; more glee and it was a delight to see!

"Great work today, everyone!" Brock announced as they all broke for a water break. "We just have to polish things up a bit more and we'll be all set for the audition Friday!"

As everyone began to pack up their belongings, May grabbed Ash by his forearm and dragged him to the opposite side of the room.

"Is something wrong?" Ash asked her, though he quickly wished he hadn't when she shot him a leer.

"Alright, spill it," She said softly to him with a hiss. "Why didn't you agree to go to prom with Dawn?"

"How do you know about that?" Ash asked her in return, his cheeks reddening.

"I'm her best friend, we talk about everything," May retorted.

"Ah…well I, uh," Ash stammered, searching for a reply which caused May to flash a grin at him.

"I'm not going to kill you or something, sheesh. You act like you're guilty of a crime, although…" May looked up in though, placing a finger against her chin. "Turning down Dawn Berlitz when she asks you to prom could probably qualify as a crime."

"Alright, just to get this straight, I didn't turn her down," Ash stated indignantly as he reestablished his composure.

"Whoa Ash, calm down, I wasn't trying to upset you or anything," May said with a quick apology. "She really wants to go with you, and I really wanted the two of you to come together so that we can call it a double date with me and Drew. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Ash shrugged his shoulders.

"It sounds fun, but…" He scratched at his cheek. "Things were screwy between us for a while, but when I was talking to her on Friday, it was normal. I'm trying not to mess that up again."

"This is just me, Ash, but I think you're overthinking all of this," May commented softly. "The two of you are good for each other, so I don't see a reason for you to keep your distance. I think that's doing more harm than good."

"You might be right," Ash noted. "But that doesn't change what I told her. I've got a lot to deal so I wanted to wait until I could give her a definite answer."

May crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"I guess I can accept that answer for now," May said cheekily. "But just remember what I said. She does want to go with you because she's only got a few months left here. After that, she's gone."

Ash nodded.

"Yeah, I know."

---

Friday, May 12th

A lone waiter weaved his way through the masses of people that surrounded each of the roulette tables, a silver platter raised high over his head to ensure that its contents were not lost in the shuffle of people. Narrowly avoiding a particularly plump man the stepped into his path, the waiter continued on his way, concealing his irritation with a sigh. It was no wonder no one volunteered for this task. Getting to and from the cellar of the Royal Casino was nothing short of an adventure during the peak hours of activity.

As one of the largest casinos in Kanto, second only to Celadon City's Game Corner, the Royal Casino offered every sort of activity from slot machines to blackjack and everything in between. The ground floor was always crowded, to the point where it was almost a fire hazard. The security monitored the occupancy of the casino constantly to avoid a visit from the fire department.

Arriving at the concert hall, the waiter continued on his way, venturing to the upper balcony where the private booths were located. Each booth offered a more intimate setting as opposed to the crowded ground floor where the majority of the audience sat. Booth three was especially well taken care of tonight due to the occupants. The owner of the Royal Casino, Malcolm Berlitz, would be using it for a meeting tonight. As he entered the booth, he found two men already seated at the table, chatting quietly amongst themselves.

The older of the two men sent a quick wave the waiter, inviting him to come in.

"I'm just dropping this off before Mr. Berlitz gets here," The waiter explained as he set a tall glass bottle down on the table. The drink within it was gold like honey, causing both men to frown.

"I never cared much for scotch. How about you Aaron?" The older of the two men asked the other.

"I'd have to the say the same," Aaron answered as he picked up the bottle to examine it closely. "Most of the drinks I tried were too bitter."

"By any chance, do either of you know if Mr. Berlitz will be arriving soon?" The waiter asked carefully.

"I was told he would be here at nine o'clock," Charles answered.

"I see, well is there anything I can do for the two of you in the meantime?"

"No, I'm fine, how about you?" Charles asked Aaron, causing the man to shake his head.

"Alright, I'll come back again later," The waiter said as he gave them a small wave before he went on his way.

Charles Goodshow and Aaron Ketchum watched quietly as the waiter went on his way, leaving them to resume their conversation.

"So, where were we?" Charles asked before snapped his fingers. "Ah right, your interview."

Aaron sighed as he leaned back in his seat, watching as Charles reached for the bag that he brought with him. In it was a small camera that would be used to record the upcoming question and answer session.

"Is all this necessary, Charles?"

Charles shot him a grin.

"We're trying to sell this match. Ash has quite a following on the PokeHub, but you could use a little time in the spotlight," Charles responded, much to Aaron's dismay. "So, we're doing this to help the audience get to know you better."

Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath in preparation for what was to come.

"Just tell me when you're ready," Charles said and Aaron gave him a signal to go ahead. Charles smiled as he finished adjusting the camera on the small portable tripod that he brought. Once it was locked in place, he turned it to face himself and began to record. "Good evening PokeHub viewers, I'm here tonight with a special treat for you all, an interview with one of the Five Kings of Vermilion City. He's on the more mysterious side, but with his upcoming match against the number one contender, we've decided to a small interview with him to get to know him. So, without further ado, I present to you all, 'Trek,' King of the Red Skulls."

Charles turned the camera to Aaron who gave a small salute.

"I've got a few questions for you, but we'll start with an easy one," Charles said with a laugh. "What did you have for lunch today?"

Aaron raised one eyebrow, but Charles motioned for him to go along with it.

"Uh, I had lasagna at this little place called Rio's downtown," Aaron answered.

"Just one plate?"

"Well…I might have had seconds," Aaron admitted, though he held a straight face. "I've always been a big eater."

"No surprise there, I don't think I've ever met a trainer with a small appetite," Charles noted before he posed his next question. "Give us some of your likes and dislikes."

Aaron stared at him blankly for a moment before he tilted his head back briefly.

"Gee uh, dislikes," Aaron paused as he picked out a few worth sharing. "I'm not much of a people person anymore, so I don't enjoy when I'm pestered with questions," Charles narrowed his eyes at the small shot, but Aaron continued. "As for my likes, I've been a bit of a hermit recently, so I like being at home, and because of that, I'd say that I like my privacy too."

Charles pursed his lips, a rather amusing sight since it caused his beard to move more than anything else.

"Aaron is most certainly a recluse," Charles stated, trying to build on that point. "Perhaps you could explain how that affects your Pokemon?"

"My only Pokemon is Kadabra, who doesn't need to train physically," Aaron explained. "He practices through different types of mental exercises to hone his skills, so my lifestyle is perfect for him."

"I see, and with the mention of your Pokemon, I suppose you've been preparing for your upcoming battle," Charles reasoned, earning a nod from Aaron. "Perhaps you could share with us how you feel about this battle?"

Aaron paused as he scratched at the back of his neck.

"What exactly would you like to know?" He asked in return.

"Uh, well did you ever expect your son to get into Pokemon training when he was younger?" Charles elaborated, causing Aaron to snort.

"He loved Pokemon from the moment he first met one," Aaron noted as he leaned forward to prop up his chin on his hand. "I don't think I was ever wondering if he'd ever become a Pokemon trainer. The question was when," Aaron smiled faintly as he looked off to the side.

"And what do you think of Ash as a trainer?" Charles pressed on, causing Aaron to raise his brow.

"He's something else…cut from a different cloth," Aaron marveled. "Trainers like him come around once ten years or something like that."

"Care to share with our fans what you mean?"

"Ash just has a way of making you feel…better than you are," Aaron explained, speaking slowly with a clear idea in mind. "It was something he had as a kid, he just made you want to be…more," Aaron shook his head a bit before he returned his gaze to the camera. "He pushes you to take a step forward, and when you think you've gone as far as you could, he pushes you to take another step. It's just something special about him that you won't find in many trainers you meet. He just makes everyone better."

"That is a rare quality," Charles noted as he stroked his beard. "Do you think you'll be able to beat him?"

Aaron cocked his eyebrow.

Charles snorted at his rebuttal.

"Whether I win or I lose, I just want to battle Ash. It's an opportunity to connect with him on a deeper level," Aaron explained as he straightened up in his seat. "And while I know it doesn't make up for my shortcomings, but I hope that this battle helps both of us move forward."

"I'm sure it will," Charles said as he gave Aaron a nod of reassurance. "Now how about something a little more light-hearted…in your opinion, who has the best nickname in the circuit?"

Aaron stared at Charles blankly.

"Where are coming up with questions?" He asked in return. "One minute it's serious, the next it's as goofy as can be."

"Like I said, it's to help the audience get to know and understand you better," Charles responded. "This is the best way for us to get a glimpse of the full spectrum of Aaron Ketchum."

"Full-spectrum my ass," Aaron muttered under his breath as he took a moment to consider the question. "The best nickname?"

Aaron listed the names he was familiar with, starting with the highest-ranking trainers of the underground circuit.

'Chosen One.' 'The Golden Flash.' 'Viren.' 'Stargazer.' 'Trek.' 'Quest…'

"You know, even though I have a bit of bias," Aaron began as he looked back to Charles. "I think 'Quest' has some charm. I like it."

But before the discussion could progress any further, the guest of honor arrived in their booth.

"Gentleman," Malcolm said as he stood at the entrance, sparing each of them a nod. Charles held a neutral expression as he stopped recording with his camera, but Aaron cast a narrow stare in Malcolm's direction. "Oh, stop brooding Aaron, you should be happy to see me."

Malcolm lifted the small briefcase that he held and shot a smirk at Aaron.

"I brought everything you wanted," Malcolm stated as he approached the table and set the case down right at the center of the table. Charles was fortunate to have snatched up his camera, otherwise, it would have been a victim of Malcolm's actions. Aaron stared at the case, his eyes wide while Malcolm kept himself occupied by examining the bottle of scotch that was waiting for him. Malcolm set the bottle back down on the table and eyed Aaron's expression, relishing the hunger in the man's eyes.

"This is everything…?" Aaron asked softly as he glanced at Malcolm. "Diglett's Cave…and the Safari Zone?"

"Don't even think of trying to run off with it, Aaron," Malcolm warned him. "I've had my men watching you since you arrived. You came here to make some negotiations," Malcolm took his seat at the head of their small table stared directly into Aaron's eyes. "Let's hear them."

Aaron took a deep breath, refusing to back down from Malcolm.

"You didn't answer my question," Aaron responded as he pointed to the briefcase. "Is that everything?"

"Everything that you're concerned about," Malcolm retorted. "But are you prepared to put something of equal value on the line," Malcolm paused and laughed. "Oh wait, even if you gave me everything you had, it still wouldn't be the equivalent of what I have in there!"

Malcolm tilted his head back as he looked down at Aaron.

"Are you prepared to do that Aaron?" Malcolm went on as he placed a hand on the briefcase. "Will you wager everything you have left to try and get this from me. Even your precious Red Skulls?"

Just as Malcolm expected, there wasn't an ounce of hesitation from Aaron.

"I'll bet everything," He replied with the utmost certainty.

Charles felt a chill run down his spine at the sight of smile Malcolm donned. It was almost malevolent.

"Then these are the terms," Malcolm went on. "On the night of your match, I will give this briefcase to Ash. If you win the battle, he will deliver to you as soon as the battle is over. But if Ash wins the battle, you will concede the Red Skulls to him."

"To Ash?" Charles exclaimed. "Malcolm, you can't be serious?"

Charles' question went ignored as Aaron and Malcolm continued to stare at each other. The tension between them was almost palpable like the Pressure from an Absol. Thankfully, another arrival broke the stalemate. It was a tall and well-dressed man, likely a member of Malcolm's security staff.

"Excuse me, Mr. Berlitz, we're having a bit of a situation," He stated. "If I could speak to you privately for a moment."

Malcolm held eye contact with Aaron for just a few more moments before he rose from his seat with a sigh. Together they stepped out into the corridor for his chief of security to speak with him.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your evening, but there's a member of one of the performing groups tonight that wants to speak with you, he says his name is Ash Ketchum," A glint flashed across Malcolm's eyes at the mention of Ash. "And he claims that he works for you."

"Ah yes, where is he?" Malcolm inquired with a smile and he was led downstairs to the area where the majority of the audience sat. Waiting at the entrance to the stairway was Ash, and Malcolm raised his brow at the sight of him.

Ash turned to greet Malcolm and tipped the visor of his fedora as a gesture. A pair of large square glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and he was dressed to impress. His shirt was well-groomed with the collar raised while the rest of his ensemble matched, consisting of a pair of checkered slacks and a gray checkered waist coast with a white handkerchief protruding from the breast pocket.

"Well, well," Malcolm remarked. "What brings you here?"

"I came to see my dad," Ash stated and Malcolm snorted.

"I expected as much, in fact," He paused for a moment and looked up in thought. "It makes me wonder why I didn't have you here for this in the first place."

"I don't have a lot of time, my friends are going to be performing soon and I have to be on stage with them," Ash pointed out and Malcolm made a face at him.

"You're performing here?" Malcolm asked as he motioned for the bouncer to step aside and allow Ash into the stairway.

"Yeah, it was the only way I could in since I'm underage," Ash explained, though the most important question finally crossed his mind. "Did my dad actually show up?"

"Well it pleases to me say that all the effort you put in won't go to waste," Malcolm said with a smirk. "He's waiting in one of the private booths."

Malcolm beckoned for Ash to follow him up the staircase, and Ash felt his heart begin to climb into his throat. He was finally going to see his father again, in person! The unease swirled about in his stomach in the form of nausea, a feeling that Ash was unfamiliar with as he held onto the railing for a moment. Of all the times to get nervous, why now?

This was what he wanted…right?

It only took a split second for him to find his answer in the form of a question. What happened to his mother? The thought of that question plaguing his mind into adulthood was maddening. He needed an answer, and there was only one hurdle remaining. Ash drew in a breath and steeled himself.

When they arrived at the entrance to the booth, Malcolm was the first to enter and he raised his arms to greet Aaron and Charles.

"Gentlemen, my apologies for the delay, one of my close associates was down in the hall and he wanted to speak with me," Malcolm said as he stepped aside. "I hope you don't mind a little extra company because I decided to let him join us for a few minutes."

Aaron and Charles looked past Malcolm and they saw Ash standing in the doorway. There was a brief silence as Ash and Aaron's gave became fixated on each other. Malcolm and Charles spent this time looking back and forth between them, waiting to see if either of them would initiate a conversation. Just as Malcolm suspected, it was Ash.

"It's been months since I last saw you, but we had an agreement," Ash began as he stepped further into the booth. "If I beat you in a Pokemon battle, you would answer my questions," Ash then looked to Charles. "The only requirement was that I get ranked in the top ten. I've done my part…so now, I challenge you to an official Pokemon battle at the Hidden Cove."

"We were just discussing that," Malcolm noted as he tilted his head. "Though we still haven't heard Aaron's answer."

Aaron gulped, feeling all of their eyes on him, but his gaze was held firmly on a sight he never wanted to see. His own son standing beside Malcolm Berlitz…Aaron would've preferred to see Ash in the middle of a pack of furious Ursaring than next to that man! But everything was going according to plan. The stakes were set and all the remained was the battle.

"I accept," Aaron stated, though his voice was strained.

"Marvelous," Malcolm stated with his trademark smirk. He then looked to Charles. "Did you have a date in mind for the match?"

"May 27th, two weeks from tomorrow," Charles stated. "They will be the main event."

As Malcolm and Charles went over some of the details, Ash continued to stare at his father. Ash could see a glimmer on Aaron's eyes, a layer of moisture as if he wanted to...cry. Ash winced as his heartbeat slammed against his eardrums and his eyes widened as he saw his father's white wings.

They were folded, tightly bound to his back by several lengthy black chains.

Downstairs, the duet on stage waved to the audience as they left as the master of ceremonies stepped out. He applauded the group along with the audience before he began to speak.

"Alrighty folks, that was the smooth stylings of the Trouble Clefts," He announced one last time. "And now we have a group performing here for the first time, so please welcome to the stage, the Jive Steppers!"

Ash looked down at the stage as the Jive Steppers began to walk out, adorned in the handmade outfits that were crafted by Dawn and Valerie. While the guys wore matching clothes, each of the girls except for May wore a loose-fitting, short-sleeved blouse that was tucked into a pair of dress pants. They also wore fedoras like their counterparts, but a lily flower was clipped to the side of it. May, as the lead vocalist, wore a scarlet-colored, knee-length bouffant dress.

Valerie stood proudly backstage as she admired them all on stage, taking pictures with her phone for Dawn to see later tonight. As the Jive Steppers took their places, they continued to scan the audience in search of Ash.

"I have to go," Ash stated as he took one last glance at his father.

His wings were still there, their magnificence restrained by the chains.

Ash gave a nod to both Malcolm and Charles before he bid them a farewell. He had to hustle because, by the time he made it downstairs, the first song began. There was no time to get backstage, so Ash ran to the stage up, waving his hands to hopefully get the attention of one of his friends. He saw Serena looking around in search of him, so Ash cupped his hand around his mouth and hollered her name.

She furrowed her brow at the call and followed his voice, spotting Ash as he approached the stage.

"There he is!" She exclaimed as she went to the edge of the stage, kneeled, and offered a hand to help Ash up onto the stage. "It's about time you showed up, you had us worried there."

"Ash, Serena, get to your spots!" Brock barked at them.

The extended intro to their first song was almost over as the brass horns blared with the beat. May raised her hands above her head as she stood at the forefront of the group, clapping her hands as a gesture for the audience to do the same.

Up in Malcolm's private booth, Aaron watched on with clear intrigue as his son lined up with the other dancers behind May. Aaron always imagined Ash as his kindred spirit…but as Ash danced on stage with his friends, it provided all the evidence needed to disprove that.

Ash wasn't going to grow up to be a copy of his father or perhaps a slightly improved version of Aaron Ketchum. No…he was going to be his own person. He was going to be Ash Ketchum.

Aaron began to wring his hands together, biting down on his lower lip as the performance continued.

Why?

Why did Ash have to follow him into the depths of the dark world he ventured into?

'You could've led your own life, Ash,' Aaron muttered. 'And I took that from you.'

It was too late to tell him to turn back…

He was already in too deep.

---

The floor of the Royal Casino concert hall seemed to shake and quiver as the speakers around the room blasted an impressive baseline. Trumpets sounded as they played the melody, complemented by violins as they filled the brief silence in between the score of trumpets.

May's voice reigned supreme over the instruments as she went into the final chorus, and the room seemed to explode as the beat dropped. The audience was on their feet, unable to suppress their urge to dance. The energy provided by the performers was off the charts, and it only continued to climb as Brock, Miette, Tierno, Shauna, and Serena took center stage to perform the final segment of their routine.

Despite the impressive show his friends were putting on, Ash still found himself staring up at the balcony where his father sat. He could still see him doing what he always did…watching from afar.

Upon the balcony, Aaron grasped at his shirt tightly, his chest aching. Throughout the entire performance, Ash continued to look up at him. Not the audience as they cheered for him and his friends. Not at the beautiful girls that he was performing with. No…Ash continued to look at him.

The Jive Steppers finale proved to be all the crowd could handle. All of the performers, even the non-dancers in Ash and May, lined up together at the final hurray of the song, strung a few quick steps together that ended with their legs crossed.

"Big finish!" Brock roared, and they all spun in unison. It was a simple turn, but done together with the stage lights on them, the group seemed to sparkle. Facing the audience again, they jumped and stomped on the stage with the last beat, striking a pose for the audience that erupted as the song concluded.

Ash cast one last glance at the balcony before he was suddenly yanked into a group hug with the rest of his friends. Up above, Aaron let out a deep sigh before he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was Charles, though he was straining himself considering the difference in height between them.

"I know this must be difficult," Charles said softly. "Are you sure that you're ready to go through with this?"

"What choice do I have?" Aaron asked in return.

"We're at a tipping point between order and chaos. There's no telling what the fallout will look like if we follow through."

"I've already seen what Malcolm is trying to create. There's not a chance in hell that whatever mess we make could be worse than what Malcolm has in store."

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'Meet me at my parents' beach house, we're going to celebrate tonight!' – May.

As per May's text, everyone made their way to her beach house for some festivities that followed their performance. Serena stopped her car as she reached the end of the driveway which positioned them in front of a beautiful villa.

"This is the place, right?" Serena asked as she looked to Shauna who sat in the passenger seat.

"Uh, it should be. It's the address that May sent us," Shauna said in return.

"Well I need some space," Miette proclaimed as she opened the backdoor to escape the cramped backseat that she shared with Valerie and Tierno. "Besides, she said Dawn and Drew should be there already so,"

The front door of the villa opened immediately, revealing Miette's fellow bluenette in Dawn who waved to them all. Soon enough, the rest of the Jive Steppers arrived and they paraded into the foyer of May's beach house together. Once they were all gathered, Dawn called for them all to stand together for a picture since they were still in the outfits that she and Valerie designed for them.

"Oh my god, you guys look amazing!" Dawn exclaimed as the group stood together.

"So come on, don't keep me waiting," Drew said as he approached May. "How did the show go?"

"It was awesome!" Tierno declared proudly. "Everyone was spot on!"

"Yeah, we killed it tonight!" Brock shouted as he pumped his fists.

"Just wait, I recorded everything!" Trevor announced as he looked to Dawn and Drew. "I can show you the entire performance!"

"Trevor, you can connect to the television in the living room if you want to show everyone," May offered as she made a gesture toward the room she mentioned.

"That would be perfect! Give me a few minutes and we can set up a viewing party!"

"In the meantime, we've got pizza, soda, and seltzer in the kitchen for you all!" Drew called out for the group which prompted a stampede into the kitchen.

Most of them changed back into the casual clothes that they brought for comfort, and by the time they were equipped with a meal and drinks, Trevor was ready to broadcast their performance. He called everyone into the living room and in a matter of moments, the crowd was squished together on the couches and floor, anxious to see their show.

There were 'ooh's and 'ahh's as they watched the show, laughing at their mistakes and applauding after each song. Serena sat proudly beside Shauna and Miette, still struggling to believe that she took part in a real show! It wasn't just the little publicity stunts that Brock would find to help spread the name of their group. It was the real deal, an actual performance with pay! Perhaps this was the start of their career as a performing group! And they had Ash to thank for it.

Serena took a glance around the room in search of the young man and saw that he was headed toward the exit of the living room. She furrowed her brow at the sight of this and rose, but she saw Brock jump to his feet to go after him.

"Serena, move your butt!" Shauna yapped at her as she leaned to the side to see the screen. Serena sent a leer at Shauna as she sat back down, but she struggled to focus on the recording.

Her mind drifted back to the actual performance. She noticed that Ash was distracted all night and especially after his late arrival to the stage during the show. It wasn't like Ash to be distracted. But as she saw Brock enter the living room without Ash, she couldn't help but wonder if there was something that bothered Ash.

She jumped out of her seat quickly and crossed in front of the television quickly this time to make sure no one could complain. Serena approached Brock and took him to the doorway to speak with him.

"Is Ash okay?" She asked him, leaning out into the foyer in search of him. Ash was by the front door, tying his shoelaces. Brock waved off her question as he looked at the television.

"Yeah, he's fine," Brock replied. "There's nothing worry about."

Serena leaned into Brock's line of sight with a narrow gaze, but Brock continued to avoid eye contact. With her brow furrowed at Brock's behavior, Serena heard the front door of the villa close, so she took another peek and saw that Ash was gone.

"Where's he going?" She asked.

"For a walk," Brock said simply and Serena sighed exasperatedly.

"I'll go check on him myself then," She muttered as she tried to step past Brock, but he placed his arm out to block her.

"There's no need," Brock stated as he finally looked toward her. He could hear the difference in his tone, his voice was lower and stern. "He's just got a lot on his mind, and he wanted to clear his head for a little while."

She still felt uncomfortable about it as she bit down on her lower lip.

"Do you at least know where he's going?" Serena asked him.

"Yeah, I do," Brock replied. "Trust me, he'll be fine. He said he'll be back in like fifteen minutes."

Serena let out a breath as she studied Brock. If anyone knew Ash inside and out, it was the person in front of her. She would take his word…for now.

She returned to her seat and wedged herself between Shauna and Miette, and she did her best to enjoy watching their performance. Brock didn't seem to mind that Ash was off elsewhere as he pointed out some of his miscues on stage for Dawn and Drew. But Serena couldn't get back into it. Ash kept nagging at the back of her mind.

Was he okay? What was on his mind? She wanted to know.

She went out to the front porch, hoping to find Ash seated on the front steps, but he was nowhere to be found. Under the darkened skies of twilight, Serena was unable to spot anyone on the street which placed a frown upon her face. Where did Ash go?

Serena returned to the beach house and saw that the party was moving out to the beach behind the villa. She followed everyone outside and was almost swept off her feet at the scene in front of her. The sun already sunk into the horizon, providing just a small splash of orange in the sky that was heavily contrasted by the deep hues of purple and blue as the night established itself.

Now that they finished watching the performance, the party descended into madness and it all started with Brock delivering a well-shaken can of seltzer to Tierno. When he opened it, Tierno was doused and a war started from there. Innocent bystanders such as Miette and Trevor were caught in the crossfire and created factions to expand on the battle. Dawn, Valerie, and Shauna joined forces and it eventually ended with everyone ganging up on Brock, leaving drenched in seltzer and soda. They howled and screamed with laughter, and under most circumstances, Serena would've joined in on the fun. But she couldn't push aside her thoughts about Ash.

She shook her head as she remained on the back porch and made another effort to distract herself. Now that their little battle concluded, Shauna made a request for their next activity. She wanted to teach a lesson in the samba, and she needed Trevor to find some of the authentic music from Hoenn for her to teach. After a quick search on his laptop, Trevor found exactly what she needed and her lesson began for those interested.

Miette, Trevor, Dawn, Valerie, and Tierno all lined up for her lesson. Serena furrowed her brow as she watched, realizing that May and Drew were nowhere to be found. Considering Drew had a head of green hair, he shouldn't have been particularly hard to spot. But Serena was willing to bet that Drew wanted a little private time with May after witnessing her performance. Brock was the only person that was missing from the lineup down below, but Serena spotted him waist-deep in the water, wringing out his shirt.

With a breath, Serena ventured down the beach, waving to her friends as she passed. She stopped at the edge of the shore and waited for Brock to return from his little attempt to clean himself up a bit. Once he caught sight of Serena as she waited, he slung his wet shirt around his next and made his way back to her.

"Do you still smell like soda?" Serena asked him with a small laugh as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I've certainly smelt worse," Brock muttered as he studied Serena's expression. He knew that face. "What's up? Shouldn't you be up there with the others?"

"I want to talk to Ash first," She insisted, causing Brock to blow a raspberry.

"Come on, Serena, tonight was our big night," Brock reasoned with her. "We all did amazing tonight, so just enjoy it all."

"I want to Brock, believe me, I do," She retorted with a huff and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "But I have to know if he's okay. Otherwise my conscience won't rest."

"Conscience?" Brock said as he raised his brow. "More like your heart, Serena."

She looked away from him with a pout, her cheeks reddening.

"Can you just tell me where he went?"

Brock stifled a laugh before he complied.

"He went further down the beach," Brock answered as he pointed in the direction that Ash went off in.

Serena thanked him with a nod and she went on her way. She moved along the shoreline, going a considerable distance from the villa's property before she spotted a small cove up ahead, and perched at the top of some large rocks was the person she was searching for.

Ash sat completely still, though his hair moved about from the breeze. He stared out at the ocean as it reflected the colors of the skies above. As Serena drew close, Ash noticed her presence and looked toward her.

"What are you doing out here, Serena?" Ash asked her.

"I came looking for you," She replied. "Do you want some company?"

"Ah, well, you did make the trip out here, no sense in sending you back alone," Ash said as he extended a hand. He pulled her up onto the rock with him, and she took a seat beside him, pulling her legs up against her chest.

They sat in silence for a few moments, listening to waves as they washed over the shore down below.

"So, what are you doing way out here?" Serena parroted his question to drum up some conversation.

"Just thinking," He replied with shrug.

"About what?"

Ash didn't answer for a while. He just stared at the scene out in front of him. But when he did speak, he asked Serena a question in return.

"Serena, if you suddenly got a chance to see your dad again…what's the first thing that you would say to him?" Ash asked her, and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"If I saw my dad again?" She repeated. "That's not possible."

"I know, I don't want to be rude, but just pretend that it was possible," Ash clarified for her. "What would you say to him?"

"Uh…" Serena paused, but only for a moment. "I'd tell him how much I missed him and…I guess I'd have to fill him in on all the things he missed. The last time he saw me, I was like five so obviously, we'd have a lot of catching up to do. But why are you asking?"

"I'm trying to figure out…" He stopped and shook his head with a deep frown. "What I'm feeling right now."

"About what?"

"I'm not sure," He admitted softly. "My next match was decided tonight. I'm battling my dad and," Ash paused again and clicked his tongue. "I don't know how I should feel about it."

"Well, tell me what makes this match so important," Serena replied. "Is it just because you're battling your dad?"

"That's only part of the reason," Ash said as he scratched at the back of his head. "I've had questions for so long…questions that only he can answer. There was a point where I was getting ready to give up on trying to find the answers, but now that I'm so close its…it's hard to wrap my head around it, I guess."

Serena allowed a silence to set in as she digested everything he shared. She thought about his earlier question, 'if you suddenly got a chance to see your dad again…what's the first thing that you would say to him?' Serena then stole a glance at Ash as he stared out at the ocean. It was no secret what Ash wanted. Whenever Ash became contemplative, it meant he wanted more.

"What else do you want from him, Ash?" She inquired, causing Ash to meet her gaze.

"What do you mean?" He asked in return, his lips pursed.

"It sounds to me like you want more than just answers," Serena went on. "It sounds like you just want your dad back."

"That…I'm not so sure about," Ash retorted softly as he looked away. "I mean," He let out a sigh before he continued. "I hate him, or I want to for just leaving and not explaining anything that happened. But when I saw him, you know, he's different now compared to when I little. I can tell that it all changed him too, and I want to sympathize with him," Ash went on, becoming animated with his hands as he spoke. "Maybe it's all just more than I can handle with just my brain…I know you won't really get this, but I think the best way to understand him again is with a Pokemon battle."

Serena looked out at the waters, concealing a small smile from him.

It didn't matter what he was going through, he was still the same old Ash.

"Well whether you just want your questions answered, or if want to rebuild that bridge with your dad," Serena stated. "Whatever happens, I hope that you find what you're looking for, Ash."

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The crackle of the flames within the fireplace of Malcolm's den was his only company. Staring into the rustling flames, Malcolm allowed his mind to wander.

Twenty years of work would soon culminate into an empire of his own, and the thought pleased him greatly. Soon he would reclaim everything that he was stripped of. It was only a matter of time.

Malcolm glanced at the clock mounted on his wall.

11:57 pm.

With a callous smirk, Malcolm approached his desk where his laptop awaited him. His midnight announcement drew ever closer.

He entered the access screen of the PokeHub and input the nine-digit code to gain entry. Once he was on the main page, Malcolm signed into one of the most well-recognized accounts on the PokeHub. The account that was primarily used by Charles Goodshow. But as the co-creator of the PokeHub, Malcolm was also given the rights to this account and the massive following that it possessed.

Malcolm then entered Charles' profile page that advertised a brief but 'can't miss' stream that would take place at midnight. Malcolm adjusted the camera beside his laptop with the few moments that he had left, then he started a stream. Almost instantly there were hundreds of viewers as he smiled at the camera.

"Hello trainers and fans of the circuit, I am Malcolm Berlitz if you're not familiar with who I am," Malcolm introduced himself, placing a hand on his chest. "I am the biggest sponsor of the circuit and I thought that I would inform you all that I have a personal stake in an upcoming battle."

Malcolm paused as he leaned back into his seat and crossed his legs.

"On May 27th, there will be a battle between our current number one contender, Ash Ketchum, and the King of the Red Skulls, Aaron Ketchum," Malcolm announced. "I believe that this battle will be the best matchup that you will see at the Hidden Cove this year. A battle not only between two of the best trainers that the circuit has to offer, but a battle between a father and son. Special stakes have been placed on this battle, so I implore you all to come to see a battle that could alter the landscape of all Pokemon battles in Vermilion City. I think you'll want to say that you were there before everything changed because, on that night, you will witness..."

Malcolm's lips curved upward with a nefarious glint in his eyes and his voice became low as he concluded.

"A regicide."

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A/N

We meet again! Thank you for reading everyone!

I don't have much to say this time because well…we're almost there! The next chapter will be the climactic battle between Ash and Aaron. As I said to MjrGenMatt, this is the last chapter of buildup. The climax is next, and then its all downhill from there!

Thank you all so much for your support and messages. They're always appreciated!

I hope to see you all at the next update! Peace, love, and safety to you all!