Gary's POV

Being as smart as I am, you would figure that I would at least consider liking reading... well, I don't. Brock, Trixie, and I sat at a table, reading books. The Fake has been trying to find that one book he told me about... and I guess he forgot where it was. Which brings us to our little problem: reading every book that the Fake brings us, and search for the page that we were "meant" to read.

We have been here for three hours, no breaks. My rear aching from all of the sitting in the uncomfortable chair that I had been inclined to since 5:00 this morning. Just when I finish the last book in our stack, the Fake comes back with another stack of books. Trixie, Brock and I sighed in defeat and frustration, "I'm sorry, guys. I should've kept a mental note on what it was and where it was." He rubbed the back of his head.

There were other readers in the library as well, and they stared at us in awe. My eyelids grew heavy, and a yawn escaped my lips. I tried forcing my jaws closed to prevent the yawn from escaping, but to no avail. And when it ended, Trixie and Brock did the same. The Fake left the table for us to do more reading. The librarian walked by and took some of the books away, to provide more space. We thanked her, eyes still looking at the words on the pages.

I have a feeling that we are going to read every book this library has in shelf and in their storage room. I groaned, so... very... bored! I looked upon the stack of books, and saw a dictionary... did he get that by accident? Oh well.

Then, a cover of a book caught my eye. Fortunately it was the top book. I stared at the cover, and it was strange to say the least. The cover was mainly black, but had a person. It was a male, due to some masculine features that the person held upon his face. His eyes were closed, but his face looked a lot like Ash's... is this a book about Ash?

The title on the cover read: Legends and Folk Tales. Author: Unknown. I opened the book to find the publication date, and it said: Unknown. Name of Publisher: Unknown. What the hell is this? I flipped the page into the table of contents. It held over 100 stories! Who had the time to write all this? I looked through the list of titles until I came upon a rather familiar term: The Chosen One.

I heard my grandfather tell me stories about the Chosen One, or what a lot of people call him: the boy of legend. He supposedly lived many past lives, each in which had one job: protect pokemon and people. Before the Chosen One was ever created, our world was in complete chaos and unhappiness. And the day the Chosen One was born, the first rainbow occured, and everyone grew happy. The Chosen One; however, was always born a boy. No one knows why. But I also heard rumors about the Chosen One having been born once again. But no one knows who he is. Its almost like he lives in secret.

I looked across to find the page number: 205. I glared halfheartedly at the page, then flipped the pages until I reached page 205. There in bold italics read: The Legend of the Chosen One. And just below it, was the legend itself: Many years ago, the world underwent many tragidies, many lost their lives to the unruly discord. Flames erupted and spread like water. The sky was never blue, Pidgey never sung. Humans hated eachother, pokemon as well, which lead to a horrifying war between the two angered races. At this same time, a little boy was born. The mother and father were not supposed to mate, since they belonged to two different tribes. The parents were pulled away from eachother, and the baby was left alone in the wilderness. The boy grew up and was raised by a pack of mightyena, and he was treated as one of their own poochynea. Soon he grew up into a man, with a kind heart and the ability to speak the pokemon language. When he witnessed the war firsthand, his body gained a power that no human nor pokemon could endure. His power brought peace and harmony to the dying land. He also brung the unrightfully killed to life once more, the feilds became green and flowers began to bloom. Humans and pokemon alike saw the damage and pain they had caused, and they created an agreement, in which they shall work together, humans as the teacher and the pokemon as the student. And ever since then, our world stayed in its peaceful state.

Now I know why the Fake wanted us to read this. Ash IS the Chosen One. The fake arrived once more, no books in hand, and noticed the book that I was reading, "Hey, you found it!"

"Sh!" everyone in the library whispered in unison. His cheeks glowed red in embarrassment. He then dragged a chair next to me, as Trixie and Brock scooted theirs towards us. The Fake then took the book from me and placed it on his lap, "Okay, listen up. Ash is known as the Chosen One. He brings the world balance and harmony. Chosen Ones are born every one thousand years."

"Why that long?" asked Trixie.

"It supposedly said that Chosen Ones could live up to a thousand years." This gave me a thought. Why would Ash date me? I will die before him, and he will live his life alone. I don't want that for him.

"Any ways, due to Ash being brought to my world, which is basically now going through what your world already has, we need the Chosen One to bring life and peace to our world once again."

"So, how do we get him back?" I asked, he looked at me, "In this book, there is a map between your world and my world. By pokemon it would take many years to get there. But," The Fake paused, causing all the rest of us to lean in, "by machine, it will take a matter of minutes."

"So... What machine?"

"I will have to make it of course. I still remember how I made my original one. But I will need a lot of supplies. Metal, a power core..."

"And how long do you think it will take to get the machine up and running?"

"A few weeks by myself. With help, maybe a couple days."

"What do you need us to do?" Gary asked.

Ash's POV

We went to a small cafe in town, Not-Gary ordered a family sized breakfast which included french toast, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. We ate to our hearts content, me eating more than I should have. Resulting with my stomach aching. Not-Gary chuckled, "I guess you love food."

"Surprised you noticed." I said, sarcasm coating my words. We left and into the busy town square again. Although, this time it was empty. Odd, how do things get this way in a mere half an hour?

"Hey, Ash?" Not-Gary started. I turned by focus to the auburn haired man, "Yes?"

"About what happened... this morning..."

"You mean, about the kiss?"

"Y-Yeah... I really am sorry about it... I... I just..." I guess I surprised him, because I brought him into one of my bear hugs. He wrapped his arms around me, slowly and a little unsure. I looked up at him and smiled, "I am not mad at you if you are feeling that way. Things happen." My heart ached... why... why do I have to fall in love with him?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. One hundred percent sure." I chuckled. Despite him being the alternate universe version of Gary, he acts so much like my Gary. Always understanding, easy to get along with, and caring. Maybe... that is why I fell in love with him in the first place... because... maybe he isn't so... different after all.