Chapter 5!

Disclaimer:

May: amv4eva doesn't own pokemon.

Me: If I did I would have had Drew in the Pokemon movies, and there would have been a lot of contestshipping. So in short, I don't own it.

Drew: Didn't you use that phrase in a chapter disclaimer for the PW?

Me: yes. Now shut up. Shygirldee and I still think you're a bad singer.

Drew: HEY!

Dedicated to: Shygirldee!

Enjoy!

Note: here is some shippyness

Chapter 5

The next few days were like a dream come true to Drew. The army, inspired by Matt's success, had gotten up on its feet and was improving a hundred percent everyday.

Then, Matt was a whole other thing all together. He was absorbing their exercises, and he seemed to be the perfect soldier. Like with the bamboo defense thing, Matt had stopped those apples in their tracks, and the bucket hadn't wobbled for a moment. With the fish he caught three in one try (which Ash greatly admired and envied.). Matt had fired three arrows at one and all of them shot an apple and landed in the tree. In the missile firing practice, he had gotten the exact center. In running, he had finished second to Drew himself. And while practicing fighting, he swung up his leg and kicked Drew in the face so hard he was knocked to the ground. Despite that his lip was swelling and he was seeing spots, Drew was very impressed.

"You're getting better, Matt." Drew said as he stood up.

May grinned. "Thanks, General." Drew turned and left. Just like the night May had almost gotten kicked out, she watched him walk away. When he vanished from sight, May went back to her tent.

"May!" a voice said. May looked down and saw a familiar blue dragon.

"Max! Where have you been?"

"Away." Max said bluntly. "And you've got a problem."

"What?" May asked seriously.

"Harley the Hun is on his way to China City. He wants to kill Emperor Oak and claim his throne."

May sighed. "We've heard. How do you know?"

"I went back to the temple to tell Casey how you were doing. She told me about Harley, and I rushed here ASAP." Max explained quickly.

"We're going to the mountains tomorrow to try and head him off. Our training is done." May assured him

"Hurry, May. Time is running out for China."

…L…

"Ugh. I feel so unsanitary." Harley was saying as he examined himself. How the stinking furs he wore were still stuck together he'd never know.

"Hey, boss!" A rough voice called. "We got a doll!"

"Ooo, a doll?" Harley gushed as he went to the crowd. "Let me see it." He ordered.

The doll was made of a rough, scratchy material, most likely a chicken sack. It had a stitched in mouth and hair, and two button eyes. It had a sort of purple dress covered in stains, proving it had been taken everywhere.

"It's from a village over the mountain." The man explained. "You're dog brought it." He pointed to a huge vicious-looking wolf. The word 'dog' was an understatement.

"Where did the big army go?" Harley asked. "I heard Commander Shuu was somewhere in these mountains with his men." He gave the doll to his wolf to sniff. The thing growled and bared its teeth. Harley laughed. "That answers my question! He must be thinking I'd go through there. And you know, we really should." He smiled a truly sadistic smile. "A little girl is missing her doll." He tossed it high up in the air and caught it again. "And I can get some new clothes!"

…L…

The army was walking in a valley that was gently sloping upwards. May and Eevee were pulling the wagon used to carry the ammunition, and was walking next to Ash, Brock, and Jack. About ten feet in front and to the right was Drew. He had taken off his helmet (smooth move) and the mountain wind was playing with his hair and cape. For some reason May couldn't take her eyes of him…

"MATT!" Ash said loudly. May jumped.

"What, Ash?" May asked, almost forgetting to use her fake voice again.

"You left the world for a minute." Jack explained.

"You thinking of a certain someone?" Brock wondered mischievously. May turned a bright red.

"Ah… young love!" James gushed from the front. "I remember when I first fell in love!"

"I'm not gonna burst his bubble and tell him that the only woman whose ever going to love him is his mother if you don't." Jack muttered.

"The type for me is one who I can really talk to!" Brock said.

"I want one who is sweet and has a sense of humor!" Jack added.

"I want one who cooks good food!" Ash cried.

"Big surprise." Drew called over.

May couldn't help but laugh a bit when she thought of what Ms. Hitoshi would say if she heard this. "That is not the way to get family honor. You must try to marry a girl of the highest rank you can get. Or, what will happen to your family's honor?" Then she'd go into one of her long lectures that carried on for an hour or so. She was once again surprised when Jack said "Hey, Matt!"

May looked at him to show he was listening and he asked, "What kind do you want?" She must have looked confused for he said, "What kind of girl do you want?"

This question caught May a little off guard. "Well, the kinds you said are cool… but how about one who…speaks her mind?" They all gave her a weird look, and Brock said, "You have, err, different taste." May shrugged and glanced at Drew. He flicked his hair and looked to the front again.

A few minutes later Ash, Brock and Jack started singing, "We have everything but, a girl worth fighting for! Everything we could want, but a girl worth fighting for! What do we want? A girl worth fighting-" But the entire army stopped dead at what they saw. The sight would always burn in May's mind as if she had seen it an hour ago.

It was a village, totally burned to the ground. Here and there some buildings were still standing, their frames charred and black. And in a lot of places, pools of red covered the snow.

Drew wordlessly slid off Roselia (horse), and checked one of the red spots. "It's fresh!" He called to the crowd. "Search for survivors!" they all silently dispatched.

May, on her own, went into one of the burned buildings. On the floor was a doll- the very doll used to find the village. May picked it up, and saw a few red spots on its purple dress. Powerful feelings of disgust and revulsion rose in May. She had heard stories of Harley the Hun's terrible deeds, heard that he was a terrible, cruel, unfeeling man, but she had never truly realized it until that moment. This man had killed a child. And by looking at the size of the place, he had killed more, too…

Someone behind May suddenly rested their hand on her shoulder. May jumped, turned and saw Drew.

"What've you found?" He asked, his eyes serious. May showed him the doll. He stared at it for a full twenty seconds, until finally saying slowly, "I don't understand…My father, Commander Shuu… He should have been here to-"

"General!" Brock's voice suddenly yelled. "I-I think you should see this." His voice broke.

May and Drew glanced at each other, then followed his voice to another sight May knew would haunt her until her dying day. The bodies of men were scattered everywhere, pools of blood underneath them. Brock came forward holding a commander's helmet and placed it in Drew's hands. Drew's eyes grew wide with horror and shock. May felt terrible for him.

"Move out." Drew said in a slightly choked up voice. As the other men went to their horses and started walking slowly, Drew went to the entrance way of the village, dug his sword into the ground, placed his father's helmet on the hilt, and stepped back.

May looked at the doll still in her hands, and got an idea. She stepped forward and rested the dolls back on the blade. She took a step backwards and stood next to Drew. "I'm sorry." She said in a low voice.

Drew flicked his hair. "Don't worry about me."

"General-" May started, but Drew cut her off.

"Just call me Drew." He said.

"Alright, Drew." May said awkwardly. "Can I ask you something?"

Drew smirked. "Didn't give me much choice, did you?"

May went on: "What got you into the army?"

Drew looked surprised with the question. "Well," He said, running his fingers through his hair. "Dad was always in it, and I thought it was really cool to fight for what was right. China, the emperor, honor…" He gave a small chuckle. "A girl worth fighting for."

"You have one?" May asked. Drew once again looked surprised with the question and felt his face grow warm.

He smiled softly. "I doubt my order will ever be filled." May raised a questioning eyebrow, so Drew continued. "The type for me is a girl who speaks her mind, who follows her heart, not the rulebook. A girl one who holds her own, and doesn't take crap from anyone."

May looked back at the sword with her heart pounding. Drew had exactly described her.

"So, anyway," Drew said, "What got you into the army?" May knew that he was curious about her terrible start and unbelievable improvement.

"Well…" May started, wondering what to say. She decided to tell the truth, but only a little. "My Dad was really sick during the winter. He's better, but he still has trouble walking and he's weak. I came in his place."

Drew raised his eyebrows. "That's a very brave thing to do, Matt."

But now," May said, "I see that war is a terrible, cruel place. I never really got it before, that your entire world can change in a minute, that you can watch someone you care about die right in front of you and you can't do anything to stop it." Drew nodded,

"That's why I pushed you so hard. So nothing like this" he waved his hand indicating the toasted village, "Happens. We need to stop Harley before it's too late." Drew turned and left.

May looked at the sword, helmet, and doll on the snow and nodded. Harley must be stopped. She turned and followed Drew back to the army.

There we are! Kind of dramatic, but what ever. Sorry if you don't like it.

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