OMG look at me I'm updating within 4 months! BE PROUD OF ME!

I'd like to start out by thanking A.N. reviewer, Lizzette Escobar. Thank you so much for your review no really you have no idea how thankful I am. I'd like to thank you, almost line by line repsonse since I can't PM you

Knowing that this makes you cry, makes me cry I want everyone to know that. I never knew my work was that powerful. Next, thank you for noticing the little details, such as the notebook, and the badge case.

I was reading your review and I went, "Oh yeah, the badge case, right, I put that in there, ok!"

Almia: You completly forgot it didn't you?

Terra: Yes. It's impressive when a reviewer remembers more to the story than you do :(

Also, the Team Rocket mention. I had forgotten about them too! Being a blonde makes me that way. But I read this and I went "IIIIIIDDDDEEEEEAAAAA!" Litterally.

So thank you so much for that. Reviews like that can always make someone's day.

I appriciate all reviews, and it pisses me off to no end when people are like "I need such-and-such number of reviews before I update and they can't be "good job please update" reviews"

I write fanfiction because I want to, and not because people review my story. So thank you for reading and reviewing.

I do not own Pokemon or Lovely Bones

However, I DO OWN the first lines of the FF in italics and quotes. Those are for my use only and in a few months they will be under copyright under my name.

Normal POV

"Flowers bloom, flowers die. Sun goes down, sun goes high. Everything changes. Winter comes, ice and cold. Summer melts, away the snow. Everything changes."

Time passes, followed by more passing time. Soon enough, it had been almost two years since the death of Ash Ketchum by the hand of Terra Miriasou. Many people went on with their lives, putting the death of the boy in the back of their minds. Some completely forgetting it. However, for Misty, it still never faded. She would visit his grave periodically, about every few months to lay flowers there and try to remind herself that he was gone. But still, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't wrap her head around the fact that he was gone.

Terra was another girl who couldn't forget about Ash. After all, she had been the one who killed the boy. Her and Sylvia constantly discussed their next move on how to take care of Misty.

"I told you Sylvia, if she learns too much then we cut her down. Simple enough," said Terra. The duo was walking through the forest outside of Pallet Town graveyard wearing dark hoodies.

"How is she going to 'learn too much'?" asked Sylvia, putting air quotes around what Terra had said earlier.

"Either I'll mess up and let something slip, you'll mess up and let something slip or she'll figure out something on her own. Probably from Ash."

"Please don't tell me you still believe his ghost is going to come through and tell her that you murdered him," Sylvia said, sighing.

"Hey, you were there with me on that night we brought his spirit out in the graveyard so don't you even dare say that ghosts aren't real."

Sylvia shuddered, remembering that cold August night. "Please don't remind me of that ever again."

Terra laughed, "And why not? Are you a scared baby?"

"Dude! There was purple fire that you made! That's not normal!"

"And neither is having a blue streak in your hair."

"You just wish you had one," Sylvia said defensively, patting the blue extension in her almost black hair.

The girls laughed and continued to walk forward.

"Shhh!" shouted Terra, throwing up her arm to stop her friend from walking any farther.

"What the heck, Terra?"

"Listen…can't you hear that?"

The girls both became very silent and listened. Soon enough they could hear something like a whisper and choked sobs coming from up ahead.

"Sounds like they're almost crying," whispered Sylvia.

"Yeah. We're right outside of the graveyard so it must be someone mourning," Terra whispered, shrugging.

"It's sad…"

"Bet 'cha five bucks it's Ash's grave," said Terra.

"Bet 'cha it's Misty," smirked Sylvia.

"Man, she's been growing up some."

"Who else do we know that would cry for that loser?"

"Maybe his mommy."

"Still…"

"Alright, you're on."

"And what happens if it's neither?"

"Then we both keep our money. C'mon."

The two girls walked forward out of the forest into the side of the graveyard. When they looked over to Ash's grave, they saw what looked like a boy their age kneeling on the ground.

The boy had messy brown hair and wore dark clothes. There was a bouquet of lilies in his hand laid on the grave.

Terra and Sylvia walked over to the said boy and looked grimly at the grave.

"You really miss him, don't you Gary?" asked Terra to the boy. He stood up and wiped his eyes, not caring that he looked so weak to them.

"Yeah. It's been hard, realizing that he's really gone for good. I can't believe someone would do this to him."

"Yeah…" Terra agreed, looking away and up to the sky. Her blonde hair falling like a curtain of gold over her face to hide the smile.

"Well, better get back to the office," said Gary, pulling his dark coat shut as the wind breezed by.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you got a desk job? Gary Oak, the boy who was going to be the greatest Pokémon Master ever, has a job?" asked Sylvia very sarcastically.

"Actually I'm a detective in training. I'm seventeen, so the let me in to help investigate the murder. I'm doing everything I can to settle this and avenge Ash."

"Wow, this seems to really have taken a blow on you," Sylvia said solemnly. Terra looked directly down at the ground, golden hair still creating a curtain to hide her face.

"Yeah. Well, I'll see you later I guess. Stop by the office if you find anything out," and with that he turned and left. Sylvia watched the older boy walk out of the graveyard and down the street back towards town.

"Well, that was interesting now wasn't it. Seems like you have another person trying to track you down. Only he's got the right resources to find you," said Sylvia to her friend.

Terra didn't respond, but only kept looking right at the ground.

"Terra? You ok? I know this is probably worrying you but-"

Terra's shoulders started to shake and a quiet laugh was heard from the girl. Lightning flashed in the sky and rain started to pour as she threw her head back and laughed. She just laughed like she had just won hardest game ever and her prize was close to nothing. A sick, powerful, angry laugh.

"I have something to worry about? That they're gonna find me? Catch me? Ha! Like HELL they won't!" she screamed over the rain and slammed her foot on the top of the tombstone.

"I put him in this grave singlehandedly. Me. I killed him! And look. It's been almost two damn years, and they still don't have even close to a clue that it was me. They'll never catch me! They'll spend their whole lives trying to 'avenge their friend' and never look once at me. Hell, they'll even come to me for help! You've seen that happen! You've seen how pathetic they are, how easy they break. And if they do turn out to have some brain and start to find me out, I'll send them right to Ash, six feet underground! Hahahahaaha!"

Terra laughed and screamed manically and she ground her foot into the stone and let the rain wash over her. Sylvia could do nothing but stare in horror at her friend, almost afraid that she had cracked.

But Sylvia knew her too well and knew that this wasn't fear. This was adrenaline. This was a rush. Finally, Terra was getting a battle.

Gary POV

I walked away from the graveyard, dried tears staining my face. My mind was numb, I didn't think. I only noticed the creak of the metal iron gate when I swung it open to walk through.

It was like my subconscious was controlling me. I had no idea what I was doing and I wasn't thinking about it. I knew I was walking back to the station, but I didn't know how. I knew it was raining, but I couldn't hear it fall as it mixed with my dried tears. I knew I was breathing, but I didn't know how.

More like I didn't know why.

Why was I still going on? I couldn't remember. Where had I been? Why?

Something was floating up to the top of my mind. I couldn't place it. It was like a dark cloud with something hidden in it. It was like my mind was focused completely on that and had forgotten everything else and my body was moving without a mind. My mind kept trying to pull apart the dark cloud, trying to uncover whatever was hidden in there.

But it couldn't. There were flashes of things that ran through my mind. Puzzle pieces I couldn't fit.

Murder

Justice

Unstoppable

Genius

Still in my numb state, I walked into the office. Glass doors swung open and my body walked in.

The Chief ran up to me and spoke four words in his gruff voice.

"We have a lead"

Suddenly, everything shot back into my mind and the numbness was gone. I was Gary Oak, seventeen years old, working on the two year case of the murder of my best friend. I had just been at the graveyard where he was buried and had run into Terra and Sylvia. They had been friends of his.

My mind had shut down as a warning. Inside I knew I was in danger, and I couldn't place why.

It shut off after I left Terra. Why?

What did she have to do with this? She couldn't possibly be dangerous, could she?

"Oak! Did you hear me?"

"Yes sir," I replied. He didn't have to say which case he had a lead on, there was only one I was interested in.

The murder of Ash Ketchum.

He led me into the interrogation room in the back. He opened the door and led me inside. I sat down at the sterile table in the cell-like room. Nothing else mattered expect for the person seated across from me.

Rather the people

Two people sat at the table, heads down. One of them was breathing deeply, as if trying to calm themselves down. The other was shaking.

I didn't need to see their faces to know who they were. A man and a woman, probably in their twenties. The woman had red hair and the man had blue-purple hair.

"Jessie and James from Team Rocket," I said, venom in my voice

"Should've known."

Chief left and locked the door behind him. Team Rocket's Meowth was no where to be seen, probably because they didn't know it could talk and you can't really take a Pokémon to court.

"Why are we here anyways? We didn't do anything wro-"

"Shut up." I said venomously, cutting Jessie off.

"Wha-"

"Shut up!" I shouted, cutting off the red head again. Fear covered her whole face, and ignorance filled her eyes.

"Don't place so innocent! You can't hide what you've done!" angrily I shouted.

"We haven't done anything! We left Team Rocket two years after-"

"Two years ago you said?"

"Yes," Jessie gulped, for the first time not being cutoff.

"Why did you leave?"

"We felt so guilty for all we had done, we couldn't stay there," Jessie said, hanging her head.

I laughed sadistically.

"If you want to confess, don't be so discreet. We already found you, so you might as just say it flat out."

"Say what?"

My eyes turned coldly on her and locked.

"That two years ago you murdered Ash Ketchum."

It took a minute for Jessie to comprehend what I had said, but her features changed to a complete look of shock when she understood.

"What!"

"Quit denying it. One of you lured Ash into the cave; I'm guessing you kidnapped Pikachu or something. When he got there, the other one knocked him out and then you killed him. That's my theory of how you executed your crime. However, you could've gone with a different plan but that doesn't matter it more that we-"

"Why would we kill that innocent kid! We were there at his funeral with Meowth, pouring our hearts out! If we were his cold-blooded murderers, why would we care so much about what happened to him?" shouted James for the first time, cutting me off. His head had shot up and there were tears overflowing in his eyes and he had no control over his shaking body.

"You were sick and tired of chasing him and Pikachu. Figured you'd just end it," I replied.

"No! We left Team Rocket because we felt that we shouldn't continue our Pokémon thieving after Ash's death! We felt guilty that we had always chased him down for his Pikachu and that the kid ended up dying! We just…" James broke down into sobs and muffled tears.

"Save your breath, you two can act all you want but we all know you're guilty. And Meowth being your partner, we can only guess he had a part in this too. He'll either be locked up or put to sleep, just like you two."

I hit a buzzer on the wall for the officers to come back and take them to their cells.

"Wait! You can't do this! We're innocent! Please, Gary! Please!" Jessie shouted as the cops came in and led them out.

I walked out of the interrogation room and back into the main station.

"Hey, Chief! I'm done for the day!" I shouted to him, walking out of the station.

Outside, the rain had stopped but the sky promised another shower soon. I walked around the side of the building and found something weird.

White graffiti was tattooed all over the side of the station wall. The white lines of paint were fresh; I could smell it in the air. They formed a giant peace sign on the wall, mocking justice I guess.

"Stupid teenagers, chief's gonna have a fit…" I mumbled.

"Find her…"

I whipped around when I heard the voice, but there was no one around.

"Find her…serve her justice…"

The disembodied voice got a little stronger. To say the least it was creeping me out.

"Who's there!" I shouted to the air.

"Please. Find her"

I started to walk away from the peace sign and the creepy voice.

"Avenge me"

I froze. Those words, that tone

That voice.

"A-a-Ash?" I stammered, unsure if my mind was playing tricks on me or not.

"Please Gary"

Now I was sure it was him, "Ash! Ash! Who is she! Tell me! Ash!"

"Find her, the girl with the tattoo…" and his voice faded away into the wind.

"Wha-?" I looked over back at the graffiti peace sign. And then I realized that this wasn't just some graffiti.

At the bottom, there was a small scribble in black paint. You wouldn't notice it much against the bricks of the building. But I could read what it said and clearly tell whose hand painted it.

Ash was scrawled onto the bricks by only his distinguishable hand.

I smiled and looked up at the sky, just as the rain came down and washed away the fresh paint, leaving a mess of white and black but no trace of the peace sign or his name.

He had sent me a clue.

And I avenge him.

Sooo? How'd you like it? I liked the first half better than the second. That was fun to type. The second half was an idea from Lizzette Escobar and an idea I got while typing it.

While listening to "Perfect Enemy" by t.A.T.u. repeadtly. Like, 6 time repeat. t.A.T.u. songs are really great for this story.

"All About Us" actually inspired many scenes in this story, along with "Not Gonna Get Us" and "Dangerous and Moving" At least for the Terra/Sylvia/Kk relationship. "Friend or Foe" and "Perfect Enemy" might join them but IDK

Pretty pretty pretty please review and someone pretty pretty pretty please turn off my TV airing the Phillies v.s. Mets game. It's boring and distracting and I'm too lazy to turn it off.

P.S.

you all just lost the game ;)