A/N: Hey guy, I'm back with another chapter of Unfinished. For those who just started reading, welcome aboard. For those who have been waiting over a month for an update, I apologize. Classes have been a bit hectic, what with doing rehearsals for three different musical ensembles, life in general and a title match with writer's block.

DK: This will happen often guys.

*Bang*

DK: Fuck!

Wash! No shooting DK. Any rate let's reply to reviews.

Partner 555: Yes, Ash went on a man hunt, which will be elaborated on later. Leonidas is someone who will appear when I finally get the hang of writing out battles.

Uranium 235: Thanks for the suggestions man, but I've decided to do an OC villain instead.

Anyhow, rambling over. On with the show.

Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own Pokemon. I also do not own the Amory Wars, which is to be referenced from time to time.

"Paging Rage to the front desk." the nurse called over the intercom. Ash got up from the phone he was using and left the room. His conversation with Professor Krane, a scientist stationed out of the Orre region left a bit of a chuckle in his throat. When it came to his research, Krane was as serious as a Lucario on Red Bull. But when talking with friends, he was a bit of a joker and tried to lighten the mood as best he could. As he turned down the hall, he bumped into someone. The impact knocked off his sunglasses.

"Shit!" Ash exclaimed, earning him a slap on the head.

"Language man!" A woman's voice exclaimed. He turned to see who it was that scolded him, and saw someone he hadn't seen in five years. Her attire may have changed, but the long blue hair and dark blue eyes were a dead giveaway. Even though five years had passed, Ash could never get over the sheer beauty that was his old traveling companion. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"On occasion, yes," Ash replied. "And what gives you the right to strike someone you don't even know?" Dawn opened her mouth to respond, only for her to realize what she had done. "If I wanted to, I could charges pressed against you." Dawn was shaking her head frantically.

"Please don't!" She exclaimed. The look in her eyes told Ash that she was on the verge of tears. "It's just that, one of the friends I've been traveling with has a little brother, and we've been trying to keep him from using foul language, so-"Ash cut her off by raising his hand in front of him. He knelt down and picked up his glasses, placing them back on his face as he stood back up.

"It's fine," Ash said. "Truth be told, I took worse hits than that last night, so it's no big deal." Dawn sighed in relief. With the fear of gaining a criminal record out of her mind, she recomposed herself.

"I'm Dawn." Dawn said as she put her hand out in front of her. Ash took her hand in his with a firm grip and shook it up and down.

"Rage," Ash said. Suddenly, his cellphone rang. He pulled it out and saw his thirty minute warning for the cruise to Orre going off. "As much as I'd love to stay and chat with you, I've got to pick up my buddy from the front desk and head out." With that, Ash passed her, with Mac following behind.

"Wait!" Dawn said. Ash and Mac stopped and turned around. "Will I see you again?" Dawn was intrigued by her new acquaintance, but she felt like she had met him before. Ash thought about this for a moment.

"If our paths do cross again, then it is our fate to do so." Was all Ash said as he left her standing in the hallway.

As soon as they were out of the hallway, Mac gave Ash his questioning eye. Though, he couldn't see it, Ash always felt like someone was pointing a laser sight on his back when Mac gave him that look.

"What?" Ash asked.

"'If our paths do cross again, then it is out fate to do so'?" Mac quoted with a question. "Who the hell are you and who replaced you with a fortune cookie?" Ash just shrugged.

"I just said something that sounded mystical. I highly doubt we'll see each other again." He said. Mac then shifted his facial expression from questioning to thinking.

"Come to think of it, she did look familiar." Mac mused. Ash wasn't paying attention. His focus was to get to the ship and get back to Orre as soon as possible. As he approached the front desk, Ash stopped. Mac, not noticing his friend stop, was halted by Ash's arm. "What the he-"

"Shh." Ash said. In front of them was a familiar sight. Down on one knee, holding the nurse's hand was Brock, who was attempting yet again to woo the nurse.

"Why are we standing here, watching this man court the nurse?" Mac asked. Ash didn't respond, only putting his hand up to count down.

"...2, 1, move over." Ash said. Both Ash and Mac shifted the opposite direction as the other. As if on cue, a teenager and a red-headed woman sprinted over to Brock. The duo were less than a yard away, when a blue bipedal frog-like Pokemon jabbed a purple-glowing hand into Brock's kidney area. The Pokemon doctor keeled over in pain trying to understand what he had done to deserve this kind of treatment. Before he hit the ground, Brock's ears were taken hold by the two who were running towards him.

"You never learn, do you?" Misty Asked.

"Cro," Croagunk replied, shaking his head. He would know. During Brock's time in medical school, Croagunk saved many female doctors, nurses and medical interns from Brock's cheesy advances. The blue Pokemon raised his head up when he heard someone stifle a laugh. After a moment of looking about, his eyes fell upon Ash, who was trying his hardest not to laugh at the scene that unfolded before him. Croagunk shuddered a bit, getting the feeling he was going to cross paths with the at-the-moment stranger again someday.

"C'mon Croagunk," Misty said. "The sooner we get Brock on his feet, the sooner I can relay the information I got from the league to him." With the combined strength of two people pulling his ears a the Toxic Mouth Pokemon tugging on his hair, Brock was pulled away from the front desk with ease.

As soon as the group dragging Brock away were out of earshot, Ash released the laughter he had been holding back. Mac only wore a smirk on his usually serious face.

"Is it bad that I feel sorry for him?" Mac asked. Ash turned to him, glasses removed to wipe a tear from his eye.

"Not really.' Ash replied. "In the four years that I traveled with Brock, I never fully understood what he was doing. But now, after being away for five years I found that little triple-play that just unfolded pretty damn funny." Mac shrugged.

"Fair enough." Ash replaced his glasses on his face and turned back towards the front desk. "Shall we pick up your companion?" Ash nodded and the two men (or rather, one man and one Pokemon in disguise,) walked towards the front desk. The pink-haired nurse greeted them with a smile.

"You paged me?" Ash asked. The nurse nodded in reply, turning her attention to the computer to her left. From behind, a Chansey rolled a gurney in from the back room. On it was Pikachu, who was munching on an apple, happy as a Clampearl.

"Your Pikachu is perfectly healthy," The nurse said with a smile. "Now, all I need to do is verify your trainer's insurance and you're free to go." Ash nodded an pulled his cellphone out. On the side, under the power button was a button with a star icon on it. Ash pressed it, making his cellphone make a ping sound. The screen flickered and changed from the phone's home screen to a screen similar to a computer start-up screen. Displayed in a THX logo font were the characters P DA. When the UI was loaded up, Ash handed the device to the nurse, who then slid into the computer's Dex slot. When Ash's info came up on the computer screen, Nurse Joy's expression shifted from cheery to shock in less than a second. "Goodness, I didn't know I was tending to the Pokemon of a Coliseum Master. What are you doing here in Kanto?" Ash shrugged.

"It's the off-season, so I decided to try a different outlet." Ash said "Besides, there are talks of the WPL allowing the Orre League into their ranks, but until then, we can really do what ever we want during the off-season." Joy nodded and handed Ash his phone and backpack. Before Ash could sling the bag over his shoulder, Pikachu jumped into it to take a nap.

"Have a nice day." Joy said. Ash nodded and was about to put his phone in his pocket when the P DA OS rang, indicating an E-mail. Ash was concerned with this, as he only obtained emails from his P DA when it involved the League. He opened his inbox and found a message from his boss, the champion. Ash clicked the message and was greeted with three words and a name:

Stay in Kanto.

-Wes

This almost set off another one of Ash's aura fueled episodes. Mac sensed this and immediately delved into Ash's mind and found the trigger. Using his psychic powers, Mac suppressed Ash's anger and rage before it became too out of hand. Back in reality, Ash was calmed down enough to think rationally.

"What did the message say?" Mac asked. Ash turned to Mac.

"Something that made me very, very angry." Ash said. With a swift hand, he changed the phone's OS back to Andoid and made a call, stomping into the hallway in the process. After several minutes someone answered.

"this is Mt. Battle, how may I help you?" a female voice said.

"I need to speak to the champion." Ash said.

"The champion is a very busy man and doesn't take pers-" was all the receptionist got out when Ash interrupted her.

"This is Coliseum Master Rage. Master Code, RT56135963." Ash said. This definitely got her attention, as Ash could hear things shuffling in a frantic fashion.

"One moment,sir." the receptionist replied. On the other end of the line, call-waiting music started playing. As Ash was waiting, he spotted Dawn again, this time surrounded by Brock, Misty, Max and May. Dawn waved at him and Ash only shrugged. In his mind, he wanted to just embrace her. But that would probably creep her out. On the other end of the phone, the music had stopped.

"What's up Ash?" a female voice asked. Ash's attention was brought back by her question.

"Where the hell is Wes?" Ash asked.

"He's taking a nap." the girl said.

"Don't give me that bullshit, Rui!" Ash yelled. "I just got an email from him five minutes ago." Ash wasn't in any mood to be civil at the moment and ignored May's rant about his language in front of his brother.

"For the last time Sis," Max said. "I'm fifteen, I'm not a little kid anymore." May then turned to her brother.

"That's not the point Max," May said. "You shouldn't have to use that kind of language in the first place." Back on the phone Ash was starting to calm down.

"Fine, I'll stay in Kanto for this 'meeting'." Ash said in surrender.

"Thank you Ash," Rui said. "You don't know how much this means to me and Wes."

"Yeah, yeah," Ash replied. "Just make sure he doesn't work himself to the ground again." With that, Ash ended the call and turned to his old friends. They were all looking at him like he had committed murder.

"What?!" Ash asked.

"Dude, calm down," Brock said. "I know your name is Rage, but you don't project it."

"You'd be a little pissed too if you wanted to go home and had to stay somewhere on orders from your boss." Ash said.

"Wait," Misty said. "I thought you were a boxer."

"Part time," Ash said "My real profession is Pokemon training." This got Max's attention real quick.

"No way!" Max exclaimed. "what kind of Pokemon do you have? What's your training style? Why haven't I hear-" Max was immediately shut up by May, who put her hand over his mouth.

"Sorry about my brother," May said. "He's a bit of a chatter-box when it comes to Pokemon." Ash nodded.

"I bet," Ash said. He then turned to Mac. "let's head out." Mac nodded and the two turned back toward the lobby.

A/N: There you have it. Now, for anyone who had read my other story 'Carry On', I was hoping to get a battle in this chapter. unfortunately, it didn't happen. I just can't get myself into the right mindset for a battle. If anyone's got some pointers, I will gladly take them in.

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Until Next Round,

Phant0m