Silver: Guess what? I still don't own Pokèmon!

Misty looked at me, "Soul?"

"Yeah?" I answered, my currently blue eyes meeting her green ones.

"Do you know how Silver even looks like?" she asked me.

I half-closed my eyes, as I tried to recall all my memories.

"He has- well had red hair," I said slowly, "and his eyes were silver. But his hair wasn't the chesnuty red. It was pure-pure red."

Misty was silent for a few moments then spoke again, "What do you think Silver's reaction will be when he sees you?"

I shrugged. Truth be told, I had no idea.

Silence was achieved once again for a couple of seconds, but broken for the third time by the same culprit.

"Ash? What'll we do after the meeting?"

"Based on the info I'll decide," I replied.

Misty grinned. "I already know what we should do!"

That grabbed my attention, "What?"

"Go to a PokèCenter and rest! C'mon Ash, you're not a super human! You need to take a break," she told me.

I nodded. "I'll call Tracey and Gary, to update them as well, once we arrive at the PokéCenter."
Misty nodded, "Good idea."

Charizard slowly began speeding up, and with a challenging look at Togekiss he reached his maximum speed. Togekiss, refusing to be beat, increased his speed. As the current of the wind became more and more powerful, the two Pokémon descended until I could see the endless lush plains beneath me. Still they descended, until ripples, made by their speed, appeared in the grass. At that height, they continued their break necking race.
A loud rumbling noise startled me. In front of us stood a Rhyperior, and it's trainer.
Charizard, who was winning the race, swerved powerfully to avoid colliding with the massive Pokémon, and I promptly fell off. Although the distance I fell was not as high as it appeared to be, I still landed in an irregular position, and throbbing pain crept up my leg. Togekiss, however managed to slow down and preform a more graceful turn, with a proper landing, and as soon as he had landed, Misty jumped off him ran to me.
"A-Soul! Are you alright?"

I stood up, and casually brushed my pants, ignoring the nauseous feeling. "Y-yeah," I lied.

The man advanced to me, and a red R gleamed on his shirt. "You're gonna pay kiddo, cause no one messes with the boss and gets away with it. Rhyperior! ROCK WRECKER!"
The move sent me flying a few feet backwards, but Charizard, ever vigilant, caught me before I landed.

"Are you ready?" I asked him. He gave a grumble, and I heard his voice, loud and clear. Always Ash.

I clicked a button on my well-concealed 'watch'. Both of us floated in the air, defying all laws of gravity, and we swirled around in a circle until we both became a blur to the naked eye. A multi-coloured DNA sign appeared, and Charizard and I fused.
We were was now black furred, with orange flames leaping from our mouth. Our arms extended and ended with wings. Two spikes emerged from each shoulder, gleaming red in the sunlight, and our wings were broader than ever. Our tail ended in a bright blue flame. My watch was on our left leg, and was fitted with a curious looking stone called a Charizidite. The pain I had experienced in my leg was gone. The vision in front of us slowly focused. Pikachu was sitting looking at us, Misty surprised, and the trainer shocked.

"Rhyperior! Rock Wrecker one more time!"

Effortlessly we dodged the move. A raging fire began brewing deep within us, and we happily obliged it's need to emerge. The flames emerged from our fangs, and we bit the Rhyperior mercilessly. Blood gushed down our throat. Instinctively we retched the blood up, our stomach acid corroding the bitten Pokémon as we "closed" the hole that led to the stomach.

"Rhyperior!" The trainer's voice was anxious.

Our arms gripped and locked on the sturdy Pokémon's shoulder. We shot up while increasing the pressure on Rhyperior's shoulder. There was no true motive for this. We just enjoyed seeing a powerful creature ruined. Every now and then we'd hit his arse with our tail. Soon scorch marks were left on it. When we had reached an altitude in where breathing was hard, we grabbed his back with our legs, and moved our arms to his throat. Slowly, we applied pressure to his throat until he was half-unconscious, while continuously beating him with our tail. When we felt his body relaxing we let go of his neck, until his consciousness was fully regained. His frightened eyes met our lust-filled ones. Once more the procedure began, and once more it was stopped. Three more times we repeated it. Then when he regained consciousness, and we had begun to tire of this game, we simply ran our claws across his tummy, slitting it in various positions. Now was time for the grand finale. We held him in the previous way, claws on shoulder.
We circled the air twice, and plummeted down. We released him while the ground was still invisible, and used Fire Blast to see him to the ground. Now we could return to Misty at our leisure. A Slash administered by a Pokémon, which we didn't see cut the Mega Ring of our left leg. Instantly I blacked out, but I remembered hearing a vague voice, saying that the Charizidite was a fake...