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This is wonderful. If I didn't have this much level of self control I would have started skipping a long time ago. We've just been here, talking to each other, side by side, saying so much, yet nothing at all. Discussing random facts you want to learn about me, like whether I can still talk to Pokémon or not, and quite truthfully that is an excellent question. I don't even know the answer myself. I think I can, but I haven't spoken to any of my former peers since the switch. I'll have to look in to that. But my favorite thing to talk about is our memories. I've always loved memories. They are what have kept me going until now.

The memories of the different places we have been, the different things we've seen, the different battles we've won and some we didn't. Like when we went to Cinnabar Island and you put me up against Blaine's Magmar and I almost got fried. Or the time when we were stuck in a snow cave on top of a mountain during a storm and I refused to go in my ball, because if you were going to freeze so was I. Or…or the time, I thought I almost lost you, when we were in that weird mansion with that created Pokémon, Mewtwo. I tried so hard to bring you back myself. I shouted out your name, I shook you, I shocked you, but nothing would happen. You just laid there, cold and stiff, still staring at me with those piercing eyes, frozen in time. That's the worse thing that has ever happened to me. Even worse then when I was captured, when I felt sad and lonely. Because nothing can compare to what I felt on that day, I had never felt so heartbroken, so desperate, so alone. I was ready to crawl over and join you for eternity.

We didn't get to discuss that topic so in depth, however. You must have noticed that at the first mention of that event, my once blissful smile became mourned and I refused to peer at anything else but the ground. So, you changed the subject, didn't you? Because you cared and didn't want to see me suffer through that pain again, right? And you changed the subject to my favorite, most treasured memory of all, the day we first met. We spoke about everything, from when you let me out of my ball to when you picked me up off the wet ground after my fight, and when I gently licked your face. And I'm not too certain, but I believe I saw a pink blush on your cheeks after I mentioned that small forgotten detail.

Yes, this has been a dream come true, but I can swear that I've seen that big rock before. I knew it, just like I had first expected. We really are going to be able to stay here together for a long time, which is no problem with me. I have to stop myself from giggling when I look over to you. You're doing that "I'm confused but trying not to look it" expression you do. I need to ask now. I know the answer to this question, but I need to ask to see that other face you do.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?" You say replying to me, causing me to smile at your innocent face.

"We're lost, aren't we?"

Oh, there's that face I was waiting for. It's just adorable when you make that expression. You're both shy and a tad bit in denial about it all, not wanting to admit that you have lost us once more. But, unlike other times, I don't mind at all, not one bit. To me, right now, nothing could be better.

"We are, right?"

"Maybe…" you say giggling nervously. "Well. We…we're not lost, it's just that. I don't exactly know where we are." You say very happily, rapidly nodding your head up and down, quite proud of your response.

"Isn't that the same thing?" I say smiling at your face of denial you put up again, and that you pull off so well.

"No…" You begin to say until the syllable evolves into a drawn out sigh. "Yeah. And I'm really hungry too." You say whining while rubbing your stomach, which just so happened to have read the moment and decided to reply.

A loud rumble that sounded almost painful escaped your empty belly that cried out for food. "heh…heh…wow, I'm sure glad that Brock gave me what was left." You say no longer being able to stomach the hunger pains, and with one quick motion you remove your backpack and not so gently place it heavily on the ground to begin your search for food.

You look so silly digging in the loaded bag for things to eat. It's just so you. Making your search so intense, simply pulling out anything and everything that is in the way of your quest. I can see your eyes bulging and your mouth beginning to water as you remove a loaf of bread from the pack. It doesn't seem to appear as soft and as moist as when we first purchased it, but to you, according to the face you are making, you don't care in the slightest. I'm enjoying watching you make a mess with your rummaging but, too soon you stop. You stop before you finish, before you pull out all of the necessary supplies, and look at me, very confused.

"What do you eat now?" You ask concerned as you remove a container containing my chow.

I can't help but smile at you, relieved. I was beginning to get worried about what could possibly make you stop your quest before it was completed. Now that I know it was because of your concern for me. Well, I just can't stop glittering inside. Your concern isn't the only thing that makes me smile, but also the question itself. It's a very good question. I do wonder if my pokéchow has the same great taste it once had. Not that I was opposed to traditional human food, of course. But, have my taste buds changed now that I'm human?

"I'm not sure." I say truthfully, seeing as I really have no idea. "Let me try." I say strolling over to you and your mess and pick up the case. As I lift the plastic lid the aroma of the medium sized pellets reach my nose. It surely smells the same.

As I pick up a pellet that seems particularly appetizing, I glance at you and at your amusing face of disgust. It must appear strange now. That a human is looking to taste food made for an animal, but I simply smile before stuffing the pellet into my mouth.

I play with the pellet, using my tongue to push it to all corners of my mouth, as if tasting wine or how I hear you taste it anyways. I've never done it of course. Meanwhile, you continue to look at me intrigued and I again smile, my mouth still chewing. When I think I have tasted enough, I swallow. I look down rather expressionless at you sitting on the grass, you looking up at me, waiting for a response. As I take a step closer and go down on my knees beside you, I can see you anticipating what I was about to say.

"It was good." I say laughing at your bewildered expression, placing another brown cylinder into my mouth.

"Really?" You ask amazed and a little grossed out as I pop in yet another one.

"Uh-huh." I say nodding my head up and down rapidly. "Tastes just the same to me. And it was really good then so it's good now." I say laughing again as the tip of your tongue slips out. "You should try it, Ash." I say handing you a bite that only causes the rest of your tongue to come out and your head to jerk to the side.

"No way." You say shaking your head.

"Aw, come on, Ash. It's really good. I like it." I say shoving the food closer to your face, causing you to close your eyes and cringe.

"That's because you were a Pokémon before so you got used to it. I was never one, so it'll never taste good to me." You say slightly opening one eye and taking a look at my tilted face.

"Have you ever tried it before?" I ask putting on the most innocent, sweet face I could conjure. I know this worked before, but I just hope it has the same effect now since, I'm not a cute little yellow mouse anymore. Luckily, it seems so.

Turning your head further around to fully face me, you give me a slanted smile while rubbing your jaw. "Well, no…"

"Then how do you know?" I say shifting the tilt of my head to the other direction and give you a cunning yet sweet smile and glance. "Now, Ash Ketchum, I thought you knew perfectly well that you can't know something unless you've tried it." I say while slowly kneeling my way closer to you. "Don't you always say something like that?" I say accompanying it with a grin.

"Uh…heh…" you attempt to say. I'm quite enjoying the big red hue crawling up onto your face as you try your hardest to come up with a reasonable reply. "Yeah, but-

"Then try it!" I say lunging towards you, the moment the words left my mouth, interrupting your thoughts. "Come on, Ash!" I'm going to make you try it, I just have to. I can't wait to see the look on your face when I manage to slip the brown pellet into your mouth. That's why I threw myself onto you. I just can't wait to see it.

This is truly entertaining; just play fighting with you. I would never have imagined this happening in a million years, but it's really happening. Everything is really happening. Sometimes it's just so hard to truly believe it. I'm having so much fun with you but, this isn't working. You're bigger then me, you're easily pushing my hands aside. I need to find a way for me to get close enough, or I'll never manage to force feed you the food.

But I think, I think I may have thought of way that is sure to work successfully.

As I again move towards you, my hand clinching the small pellet, propelling forward to the direction of your mouth you grab me once more. But this time it's different, you keep my wrist in your hand, not attempting to let go. But, this does still work to my advantage. As your attention is fully on my right hand you seem to have forgotten about the rest of me. Taking the opportunity presented by your distraction, I quickly move myself closer to you until I have the open chance to swing my leg to your other side, straddling you. This gives me a better chance to get close enough and it also limits your movement, just what I was hoping for.

My plan did indeed work, I am now constricting your movement but it's still much of a struggle. My arm is still within your grasp and it doesn't seem as you're planning to let go any time soon. There has to be a way to get you to loosen your grip.

As I keep fighting to get myself freed from your grasp I can't help but smile when I remember what I'm doing. Playing with you, as a human. I also can't help but smile now that I've finally figured out a way to get my wrist away from you. Using my free arm that you have carelessly forgotten, I will avenge my captured hand by tickling you as much as possible.

I'm not the one being tickled but I can't help but laugh along side you as you throw your head back and try to withstand the joyful pain. The longer I tickle the more your face changes colors and your grip finally begins to loosen. I quickly release my arm from your hold, but instead of having it push the pellet into your mouth I decided to let my hand receive it's just revenge.

Now, tickling you with double the might your loud laughter becomes nearly silent and your eyes water. Even your face begins to conjure up a variety of different shades, I didn't believe possible, and it was because of this that I finally decide to stop.

You're trying so hard to compose yourself but there are still tears falling freely from your redden face and your breath is still shot. You're breathing continues to be extremely heavy with deep, long gasps of air. The fact that I am still sitting on top of you most likely isn't helping. I'm probably contributing in your difficulty to collect air, and I believe that you have just realized this yourself.

With a slightly calmer demeanor you look up at me, your breath still trying to catch up. And as I look down at you all I can do is smile. I slowly lift my hand while our eyes are locked on to one another and bring it closer to your face. Once you feel the presence of my hand near you it is too late. With one last quick smirk and a swift motion, I press the brown pellet on to your mouth and with your weakened state I manage to slip it through.

The second the pellet landed in your mouth, your eyes bulge and you were instantly on your way to sitting up, just casually tossing me aside. As I lift myself up from my place on the ground, I can instantly see your plan to spit out the grain but, I am in no way going to let you do this after all my hard work to get it in there in the first place. So, quickly as possible I leap forward to your face once more and press both of my hands firmly over your mouth, forcing you to taste it.

I must be stronger then I first anticipated as I actually managed to knock you back to the ground. Now you have no other choice but to swallow the yummy morsel. And you know must this be true as you stop your obsessive squirming to stare up at me with those begging eyes. Those lovely, big, onyx colored eyes that are pleading to be let go. And though in other situations I would have easily caved into those ebony orbs, I decide to stand my ground today. With my slightly squinted eyes and a smirk of the lip you realize this and sigh, the air of your desperation flowing over my hand that holds your mouth captive, and then with a shut of the eyes you finally swallow.

Releasing a small giggle, I back up off of you, letting you regain your composure as you sit up as well. You attempt to place an angry glare towards me but I see that this plan is also not working as well as you first expected. Instead you sit there giving me a silly yet adorable pout.

"How was it?" I ask you, trying my hardest to hold in my fits of laughter, that's fighting it's way out.

"It.." you stutter to say as you look down at the grass cover ground, instantly yet randomly finding it intriguing. "It…wasn't bad…"you say oh so silently, hoping that my ears could not capture the vibrations of your voice. Unfortunately, for you, however, I heard ever quiet word and I let you promptly know this as the laughs that I was holding in, finally found their way out.

"See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" I say in-between my fits until you let me know that you have reached your breaking point of humiliation by throwing a pellet at me playfully. "I'm sorry, Ash." I say as bashfully as possible as your pout returns. "But, it wasn't that hard, right?"

"I guess not." You say finally with a smile, before standing up and returning to your ever so faithful quest that had been left forgotten.

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This was just the most wonderful day I could have ever hoped for. Just the two of us, calm and alone. Enjoying our time together. Our travel now being the same yet so different from our travels of before. And now, that our stomachs are nice and full after real human food, and after you insisting that we share the remains because you not wanting to see me take another bite of the pokéchow, I watch you prepare your sleeping gear.

You lay your surprisingly neat sleeping bag down on the grassy ground and sit upon it once it is fully unrolled. I sit staring at you from a short distance probably appearing rather silly with my grin as you perform simple tasks as removing your overcoat and shoes. While you seem highly preoccupied with your nightly routine, I'm preoccupied with the thoughts of….where am I going to sleep now?

I have no place to sleep anymore. I used to be happy sleeping just about anywhere. On the ground itself, on a log, sharing space in the sleeping bag with you, that was my favorite. But wat am I going to do now? You gave me an extra blanket you, but this just doesn't seem to be enough. What if I get cold? What if the ground seems too hard? What if I'm just not comfortable at all?

I try lying down, covering myself up with the blanket, trying to calm myself down from the excitement of today. But, as I continue staring at you as you roll over to face me, your eyes closed, your breathing soothing down to a steady pace, I can't go to sleep. It's not warm enough. Sitting back up and tossing the blanket in frustration, I sigh.

What am I doing over here? I wanted things to be the same yet different, didn't I? Then…Then shouldn't I be…

I lift myself up from my spot across from you and gradually make my way over. As I stand before you I smile lightly, until my energy bursts at this rare hour and I quickly remove my shoes. Causing your eyes to nearly pop out of their sockets, I lift the flap to your sleeping bag and prop myself right next to you. Now this is how it should be, warm and comfortable, just how I remember except for one exception.

"Um, Pikachu...What are you doing?" You ask sounding obviously confused.

"Shh, Ash…I'm trying to sleep." I answer snuggling closer to you, slipping my head just under your chin.

I can feel your body continue to feel stiff, unsure about the certain situation, as I let the warmth take over me and I begin to drift off. But before I truly slip from this world, I sense your muscles relaxing and your breath begin the steady pace, once more.

A/N. I don't quite remember if Ash and company ever remember their first encounter with Mewtwo after meeting him again, but lets just pretend they do for the sake of the fanfic, yeah? Okay. Thanks, hehe.