Hey, everyone!

And my answer to Angelpixe: I'm not saying he's going to die, and I'm not saying he isn't. And sorry, I can't NOT kill anyone, because the damage has already done. (It was done mid-August of last year, I think)

Okay, i don't own pokemon. Again.


When May wrapped her arms around him and began to cry, Drew really didn't know what to do. He hesitantly held her in his arms and let her stay there.

"He's alright, he's alright," May cried happily. Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she stepped back and sweat dropped. "Oh… I'm sorry, Drew."

"It's…okay…"

Nurse Joy then came out of the back once again, smiling.

"When can he come out, Nurse Joy?" May asked coming up to her.

"In a few hours. I'm just here to tell you that there's someone calling for you, Max, Brock, and Misty. The phone is in the room at the end of the hall." And Nurse Joy left again.

Misty instantly began trotting down the hall, Brock, Max, and May following. They saw the screen, which was showing a familiar raven-haired boy.

Misty let out a burst of anger. "Ash Ketchum, where have you been! You think you can just sneak away, scot-free?"

"So you did notice I was gone," Ash said softly, looking down at the ground.

"Damn straight! You can't just run off! Especially right after your pokémon injured your friend's pokémon almost to death!"

Ash flinched back, bowing his head lower, and asked, "Then Beautifly is okay…?"

"Yes," May said quickly and happily.

"I'm so sorry, May. This is all my fault. I…I can't put it into words about how much I screwed up, but…… I'm really glad Beautifly is okay… I only really called to—to just let you know that…that I'm okay, and you don't have to worry that I'm 'missing'."

"You think we were worried about you when May's pokémon was in a life-threatening situation!" Misty shouted.

"…I know, I know…… I really shouldn't have… I mean… No, I knew you weren't going to worry about me…… I'm sorry… I'm sorry for everything… I'm sorry for existing…"

Max pushed his way through the others. "I don't get you, Ash. I know you lost Pikachu, and I know you're upset about it, but you're acting like a completely different person. The Ash I knew would just be determined to get Pikachu back, and not waste his time being depressed."

"And it's not your fault for what happened to Beautifly," May added.

Ash looked up. "You don't understand, you guys. You don't. And Max, I am determined to get Pikachu back. I'm not depressed. I'm not wasting my time. It is my fault about what happened to Beautifly. I'm sorry for wasting your time, though." His eyebrows creased. "I really shouldn't have gotten you guys screwed into this, so don't try to find me……" He hung up.

"Misty," Brock started. "Why did you yell at him! You're just making him more upset, you know! I know you've got an uncontrollable temper, but come on."

Misty glared at him. "My temper is perfectly fine, thank you. But since you asked…" She whacked him upside the head.

May sighed and led the others out of the back room. "I'm sorry, everyone, but Ash can be a pain in the ass sometimes. He frustrates me."

"Really?" Misty asked sarcastically. "He can be so stupid!"

"Oh, so it was Cinders on the phone. What'd he have to say?" asked Drew.

Misty set her jaw. "Nothing much."

"Would have expected as much. The kid is clearly…insecure," Drew replied, choosing his words carefully. He shrugged. "I don't know why you hang out with him."

Brock shook his head. "I really thought you'd help, Mist. I thought Ash would listen to you. If this chaos goes on for much longer, it'll be time to call in the real guns…"

"What do you mean?" May inquired.

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm the oldest one here, I'm responsible for everything. If I 'lost' you or your brother, Caroline would kill me. Ash is gone. I don't know where he is. He's in terrible shape. If this doesn't end soon, Delia will find out, and then she'll kill me for letting this happen." Brock sighed. "Not that I'm worried about him as a friend."

"We'll find him, though," Max pointed out. "Wherever Team Rocket goes, Ash is sure to follow. Man, he'll be a pain in the neck for them."

"Not likely," Drew commented dryly. "If I get this straight, these 'Team Rocket' people have Cinders's Pikachu. He'll be quite hesitant with attacking them. Leaving them to get rid of their pain in the neck."

Misty shuddered, suddenly regretting the words she had spoken to Ash. Who knew what kind of trouble he would get into without her at his side?


Ash pounded the ground with his fist angrily. They got away again! It was only a few hours ago when he had finally found where Team Rocket was hiding, but by the time he began to confront them, they had already repaired their balloon and were floating away. They didn't want him to think that they were leaving in a hurry, so they gave him a 'going away present'—in other words, another Pikachu Thunderbolt.

Ash thought he was literally going to fall apart. He had way too many pokémon attacks used on him that week.

He hurried up to the first person he saw—a young woman—and asked her, "Do you know anywhere where I can get quick transport to somewhere far away?"

The woman looked at him strangely. "Well…… You could go to the gym here. I'm pretty sure there's an Alakazam that can Teleport you to wherever you need to go…"

"Thanks." And Ash made his way to the big building that was the gym. Heh. So I really am going to the Mossdeep City gym… Talk about ironic…

He had learned that Team Rocket were going to go to Petalburg City next… And since that was such a long way away, Ash needed a quicker way to get there. He knew that Team Rocket would probably be there the day after tomorrow, and even if their hot air balloon looked slow, appearances can be deceiving…

He stopped in front of the building, spotting a young man with long raven-colored hair which was pulled back into a bun. He was dressed in a blue komodo. Ash went up to him. "Do you know where the Mossdeep City Gym Leader is?"

"Of course. He's me. But if you're a challenger, you're going to have to wait, because my sister—"

"No, I'm not a challenger. I was told that there was an Alakazam here that could Teleport me somewhere? I really need it, it's an emergency."

The young man cocked an eyebrow. "I see. Well, Alakazam is with my sister, and my sister is visiting the pokémon center. She should be back soon though. How about you come back tomorrow and…"

Ash sighed. "Okay…"

"Just ask for Tate, okay?"

Ash nodded and walked away.

Tate watched after him for a second before turning back himself.


"Oh, Nurse Joy, you are truly a master at your work! Your sheer skill matches your sheer beauty!" Brock said, taking the hand of Nurse Joy and looking deep into her eyes.

In line behind him, a young woman with raven-colored hair pulled back into a bun waited impatiently.

Misty stretched out a hand and grabbed Brock by the ear. "Not now, lover boy. Can't you see someone's waiting to get by?" She looked to the young woman. "I'm sorry. Brock has a problem…"

The young woman's eyebrows rose. "And, if I'm not mistaken, you're Misty? The Cerulean City Gym Leader?"

Misty smiled tightly. "Yeah."

The young woman laughed a little. "I hear you're pretty good. You'll have to battle us someday."

"Us?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Liza. My twin brother Tate and I are the Gym Leaders here." Liza shrugged. "It might sound weird that we're both Gym Leaders, but that's just the way it worked out." She looked at Misty again and narrowed her eyes. "You know, you're a long way from Kanto. Shouldn't you be at your gym?"

Misty sighed. "Yeah, I should. But my friend……needed my help. It's kind of serious…"

"Not this Brock guy?"

It was Misty's turn to laugh. "No, not him. It's a little more complicated than that." She paused. "If what happened to my friend hadn't happened, he'd probably be challenging you—you and your brother—right now."

"The challenger type, eh? Well, I'll keep an eye out for him, because he'll eventually come."

Misty smiled again politely and didn't say anything.

Liza grabbed some pokéballs from Nurse Joy. "Come and visit sometime, Misty." And she left.


The next chappy is the best. review, please