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

Credits: The original fan fiction Shadow League was based off, Pokemon Master, was written by Acey. I retrieved permission before starting this the first time.

A/N: Yeah, I decided to pop in Chapter Two, also, just to get the fan fiction out there again. ;D Anyway, there isn't much to say. since everything was said in Chapter One.

Warnings: The pairing in this is RivalSibling. This fanfiction has a lot of violence and gore, not to mention some language, and implied rape/sex. Not for kids, that's for sure.

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- Chapter 2: Ill Tidings -

"Okay now! No more whining! On the count of three…one, two, three – Pull!" the blonde yelled. Her name was Emily, and she was around the same age as Dr. Summers. She was a sweet woman, and was always a delight to be around – even for Ash, who had slumped into a depression. At that moment, however, it was a matter of trying to get the stubborn man to continue with their sessions.

Shooting her a moody look, Ash gritted his teeth as he summoned up all of the strength he had built back up, and tugged on the rope Emily had handed to him just moments before. The bolt in the wall that it was tied to shifted, the wall groaning in protest. Growling in frustration, Ash pulled harder, ripping the bolt out. It left a good-sized hole in its place. He jumped, yelping in surprise.

Emily went silent, staring at the wall, then at Ash, raising an eyebrow. "And you say you are still useless?" she said, smiling at him.

"What the devil was that? It sounded like you destroyed something in here!" Dr. Summers entered the room, looking curiously at them. Emily and Ash looked at each other, then at the doctor. "…Is my guess that the bolt used to be where that hole is?"

"Yessir," the older woman replied, nodding, "It's amazing. I've never seen anything so…strange." It was Ash's turn to get the curious look. Dr. Summers worried his lip, before shaking his head with an amused grin. Laughing quietly, he walked out, leaving behind the confused patient and his therapist. "Probably went to go get your little girlfriend."

Ash turned red, his eyes shining a dim gold. Emily sighed, throwing her arms up. "What's the problem?" he asked, his voice teasing, playful, and serious at the same time.

"Why can't you be that happy when it comes to your training? Things would be so much easier if you were." Ash's smile faded, and he looked away. Emily mentally kicked herself; she shouldn't of said that to begin with.

"Because I know I'm not getting anywhere fast," was the dark reply. Before Emily could come up with something to say, the door opened again and Dr. Summers returned, this time with May following close on his heels.

"We never said it'd be fast or easy," Dr. Summers commented, standing next to Emily. "After that though, I have no doubt in my mind that you are rapidly improving. Even more then you should be, in fact."

"You weren't kidding when you said there was a hole in the wall," May said, eyeing the destruction that was done, before looking at Ash, her hands on her hips. "Are you being sad again? You know you're the one that did that! So if I hear you complain about this not helping-"

"It's not helping," Ash muttered solemnly, silencing the group, "Something else is." The weight of his words pulled heavily on them. The bolt came out with one pull; very few people, with the exception of weight lifters perhaps, could say that they managed that. Yet after only three weeks of physical therapy, the wheelchair-bound young man had done it…when, in fact, he should have still had trouble just pushing the chair's wheels.

Dr. Summers and Emily looked at each other, coming to a silent agreement. "Perhaps it might be time to try walking again," the older man stated, his voice slow and thoughtful.

"I thought you said not to…" Ash shook his head uneasily. One shock was enough; he didn't want another. Dr. Summers smiled weakly.

"Indeed I did. So did Emily. But with this new improvement, I think it might be time to give it a try." Without giving Ash time to make up an excuse not to, Emily wheeled the chair over to the bars that ran parallel to the longer walls, and put the lock on. "Go on. There is nothing to lose and all to gain here."

May stepped past them to be at Ash's side, one hand on the railing. Ash silently sat in his wheelchair, looking at the bolt on the floor. His eyes were unfocused as he thought it over. Blinking to restore his vision to normal, he grabbed hold of both railings, and pulled himself up. It was obvious how much effort was put in it, as he stood hanging onto the metal bars, shaking.

"I'll kill him." Dr. Summers and Emily's eyes widened at the statement. May nodded, understanding what was behind it, and gently placed her hand over Ash's. He was tired and sore, and had already been pushed past his limits. With a gasp, he gingerly started taking steps – even though it was more like just scooting his feet forward, as he certainly wasn't lifting either of them off the floor! – and glared determinedly at the doctor.

When his legs buckled and he fell to his knees, Ash shuddered. He looked at May in disappointment. "It's a start," she said, smiling.

"A lot better then before," Emily commented, nodding approvingly, "Still not normal for a normal man, however. You're recovery is faster then most. You'll probably be up and about in no more then a week if you keep up what you did today."

"Not really all that surprising." Dr. Summers waited until they all were looking at him, before continuing, "If you think about it, we all know now that he has a Healing ability. Thank your element, Ash, it's helping you out. I think now is a good time to stop."

"Better be," Ash scowled, taking May's help without complaint, "I feel like falling over dead right now."

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"Maaay?…May!" The teenager rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe how much attention that her lover wanted most of the time. It had been around two weeks since it was deemed the time to start working on getting him on his feet again; it should have been wearing him out!

"Would you hold on a minute?" May said, scowling. She had been trying to get dressed, and barely had her skirt on. Ash fidgeted, his Pikachu hovering at his feet patiently, as he waited in the doorway. When she had her shirt on, May turned to look at him. "Now, what do you-"

Pikachu snickered at the expression on her face. Ash gave the young girl a toothy grin, standing on his heels with as much balance as he could manage. He took two short steps forward.

He could stand and walk.

Happily, May ran over and threw her arms around him, smiling into his chest. "You...how?" she asked, quickly looking up at him.

"We don't know," Ash admitted, "I've actually been this way for about four days. Emily suggested not mentioning it though, not until we knew what would happen, just in case it was luck or a good day."

Before she could question him more, Ash grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room, with Pikachu following after them. "I can't even stop to get my shoes?"

"No." May smiled, shaking her head. There was impatience dripping from the black-haired man's voice. "I want to go see the others!"

The others referred to Sora and Angel, who was like a family to them both. They didn't even have to go far to find the infant; she had been waiting outside in the main hallway for them. May stepped aside, crossing her arms across her chest, watching the two in front of her. Ash gingerly picked Angel up, as the little girl talked animatedly.

His smile faded after a few minutes though. May leaned forward, looking at him curiously. Ash turned his glance to her, his eyes widening. "Take her!" he said, roughly pushing the baby into her arms.

Angel whimpered, turning into May's shoulder. "What's going on? What's wrong?" she asked, holding onto her tightly.

Ash shook his head, leaning against the wall with his eyes squeezed shut. "Go! NOW! I'll explain later! Just get Angel away from here!"

The baby screamed, when most of the doors along the hall burst wide open, hitting the walls and swinging off their hinges. The lights went out with loud popping sounds. May shushed the little girl quietly.

When several minutes went by, the lights flickered to life. May peeked up from Angel, and she gaped. Any of the doors still on their hinges were scratched up, and the ones that had been pulled off were bent and broken on the floor. The overall damage was horrendous. "No way…"

There was a strangled sob. May turned, bouncing Angel to stop her crying, and frowned at Ash. He was leaning on the wall, his hands covering his face, hiding the tears that were obviously in his eyes. "This is happening too often…I'm damaging everything, and nearly hurting people…I have to get away from here."

May's eyes widened as what Ash said sank in. "Wait…no! You can't! You have to be kidding?" she said, her voice rising slightly. Angel peeked at them curiously.

Ash shook his head, his eyes bright. "No. I can't stay here, I'm too dangerous. This is happening twice a day, at the very least…I can't control it, May, and I'm going to end up hurting or killing someone at this rate."

"You just got over excited! Just give it a little more time to get used to holding so much energy?" May asked him, letting Angel down to waddle over to Ash and clutch onto him instead. He shook his head once again.

"Until I get this sorted out, I'm a danger to myself and to everyone around me." He stepped over a door as he talked, scowling at the wreckage. May and Angel followed on his heels.

"Don't leave!" Angel cried, grabbing hold of his pant leg and pulling. Ash stopped to stare down at the toddler as she pulled. She whimpered cutely. "I love you, Daddy!"

"Dear lord…not this again!" Sighing, Ash glared at May, who was giggling. "How many times I've said not to call me that…shut it, May! This isn't funny!"

May's giggled returned again. Dewy-eyed, Angel gripped on him tightened. Ash tugged away from her. "Isn't that adorable?"

Ash glared at May again, biting back the chosen words he wanted to say at that moment. "This is 'adorable'? It is not adorable or cute when you have all to convince all the people around you that it is just said to annoy me, when they all believe it to be true!"

"You poor dear, it must be such a heartache having people believe you a father," was May's sarcastic response, as she attempted to pick the little girl up – which proved a chore, considering she was determined to stay between his feet, where her head barely reached the man's knees.

Stubbornly, Angel wiggled out of her grasp, cuddling again him. Ash, sighing, bent to pry her off. There was a moment of struggle, before a crash and he was on the floor, having tripped over his own feet. "Now I wish I was still in a wheelchair, even if it's frustrating," he said, propping himself up to look at the child who was sitting on his chest with her little arms around his neck, "because then I wouldn't be suffocated by a three-year-old!"

"Stop moaning, you big baby. She doesn't know any better," May said, gently kicking him in the ribs – earning a hissed curse or two from Ash – and took Angel away from him. "She's little."

"Oh, I haven't noticed!" May rose an eyebrow, getting another scowl from Ash, before looking at Angel. "What's that expression for, huh?"

"Hungry."

"Oh, we'll just have to go find mommy then, won't we?" the teenager cooed, getting a giggle from Angel. Ash, having gotten up, kicked uneasily at the floor.

"Well, one of us has to, at any rate," he said. May glanced at him.

"What happened to you leaving, huh? Don't you mean 'me' instead of 'one of us'?" she questioned. Ash frowned at her, getting a knowing grin in return.

"We need to find Sora first." May looked dully at him, clearly deflated. "What?"

"Still leaving then?" He nodded, as they started through the halls in silence. There was noting more to be said. Ash knocked gently on the door at Sora's quarters, stepping back as the door open.

The green-haired woman blanched, and snatched Angel up. "Young lady! You shouldn't have ran off like that!" she scolded, tapping the baby on the wrist.

Angel cowered down. Shaking her head, Sora looked at the pair, who had stayed silent through the whole ordeal. She let them in, sensing that something was off, and shut the door behind them. "Now, what happened? The power went out, and you both look like you saw Death…" and with a glance at Ash: "and by the look on your face, she called you daddy again."

Ash winced. "Another accident. And yes. I don't feel like being even considered a parent yet. I'm only 22, and it's really unnerving."

"Don't start using the age excuse on me! I'm younger then you!" Sora said, "Though, it is understand, since you are on shaky grounds right now. You know I am trying to get her to stop." Angel looked sadly at him.

"I don't want you leave!" she whined. Sora smoothed her hair down soothingly. However, she did look confused.

"What are you raving about?" Sora asked, frowning. Ash raised his hand slightly, his lips pursed tightly.

"She's talking about me, Sora. I'm going to be leaving shortly, due to certain circumstances…" he replied, looking down so he wouldn't meet her eyes.

"But...why? Why leave for it?"

"You both know what is going on and has been going on, and it is getting too out of control. It needs careful handling to fix, and I need to get out on my own to do so." May rolled her eyes, before glancing at him.

"And how do you plan to go about that?" she asked. Ash shrugged, running a hand through his hair in exasperation.

"How in hell should I know? I'll figure it out as I go through it." Angel started crying again, struggling against Sora.

"Don't leave!" Ash took Angel himself, giving her a 'calm down' look. The baby looked at him with teary eyes.

"If you stop crying, I'll get you a present." The crying stopped immediately, and she blinked. "Good, that's better. What would you want now?"

"Daddy!" Angel cooed, her small voice cautious. Sora once again swatted her on the wrist, earning a wince from both child and man.

"Angel, you know not to call him that!" Sora scolded. Angel looked earnestly at her, then at Ash, snuggling up against him, before crying again. Forcing a smile, Ash blew into her ear softly, getting a giggle. She rubbed the side of her face and head at the tickling sensation.

"I'd swear he is her father. He acts like it," May said, watching them. Sora smiled and nodded her agreement. It was always a sight, the two of them.

"Her real father died a few weeks after she was born. In an accident, and she doesn't remember him at all," Sora said, her voice becoming quiet, "Angel is so attached to him…he's the only father figure she's actually known."

"It's so sad…" the younger girl mused, "Not only does she lose her birth father, but then she is about to lose the one she dubbed as 'daddy,' and all because of a few exploding lamps and busted up doors." Sora gave a sad smile.

"Angel, isn't it time for lunch for you?" Ash handed Angel over, before grabbing May's wrist. "Oh, you two have so much to do. Get on with it."

Gratefully, Ash gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, before leading the way out.

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"I'll make sure to call if I get to a phone," Ash said, holding May in an embrace. He wasn't given enough time to say much else, when she got on her tiptoes to plant a soft kiss on his lips, and deepening it. "...just a guess, strawberry again?"

"What else?" May pulled out the gloss from her pocket, waving it in mock cheerfulness to hide the fact she actually wanted to cry. She knew Ash felt bad enough without the weight of what it was causing to her being put on his shoulders.

He gave her a slow smile, one that seemed more sorrowed then warm. His resolve was starting to diminish… No. "Don't let things get you too down, it shouldn't take all that long."

With a final kiss, Ash activated the teleportation device, disappearing.

If only he knew what was to come…

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A/N: Ok! Differences! One that is more noticeable is what I did with Emily. In the original she wasn't all that described, was actually a really, really flat character, and seemed to just take up space. So I decided to give her some personality in this rewrite. :)

I also figured out what I was doing with Angel. She didn't really have a set age in the original, sadly, so that whole issue was screwed up...for that matter, the time line was totally screwed the first time. She was only really one, then her age would jump, and..ugh. No. So I decided to go with her being three here, since it made the time leaps easier.