Don't Forget, But You Did

By Amaimon25

Comashipping

Rated M for later chapters

'Thoughts'

I would like to dedicate this chapter a fan that cares. . .POKEMON RULE MY LIFE. . .

Chapter 8: I Remember Now

PREVIOUSLY...

Once Paul came out of the shower, Ash went in after words. It was now 9 at night. And they decided to go to bed. Ash laid on Paul's left and turned his back to his. Paul could feel the tension coming from Ash. He took a chance and wrapped an arm around the raven-haired boys waist. Ash tensed at the touch, but relax. He turned around so that he was facing Paul and looked him straight in the eyes. Ash could tell what Paul's eyes were trying to say. Everything is going to ne okay, they said. Ash smiled and wrapped and arm around Paul's waist as well. Paul pulled him closer to his chest and put his face in Ash's messy hair. It soothed him so much, his smell. Ash inhaled the mauve-haired boys scent as well, -Paul's smells so good- he thought. He wrapped his tighter around him, inhaling his scent, and fell asleep with a smile on his face. Paul fell asleep right after.

Ash was trashing around in bed, remembering that night that started everything. Everything that made him forget his amazing life. Making him forget his Pokémon. His journey. His friends. His family. His Paul.

And because of one person. And how he called him just the other night. . . . .Ashy-boy. . . . .

The masked-man took out his fingers and pulled down his own pants revealing his boner. As it touched Ash's hole, Ash quickly turned around and started struggling even more. The man rammed into him creating more pain for the champion. More blood flowed down his thighs. The man released his load into Ash and slowly took his crotch out. Ash fell down to the grassy floor, and tried to recover. The masked-man sinisterly chuckled to himself laughing at the champion's state. Ash got on his back and looked at the man. The man didn't notice and took of his mask, using it to wipe himself clean. He revealed his face and Ash gasped when he knew who we was. The man heard the gasp and turned around. He took out a pistol and held it up to Ash. "Goodbye, Ashy-boy…"

Ash had one last thought, 'Paul, I love you…and I will never forget you…'

"AAHHHH!" Ash awoke from his restless sleep, his eyes wide and panting. He was looking around the room, seeing if there was a threat there. Noticing that no one was in the room, he slumped back.

. . . .Ashy-boy. . . .

He covered his eyes with one of his arms and spoke quietly to himself, "No. . . .it couldn't be him. . .it can't be him. . ."

Everything was quiet, but only for a few seconds. The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs becoming louder and louder. And with a bang, Paul came in screaming his name, "ASH!"

"Pika-pi!" yelled right behind Paul.

The same worried expression on their faces. Looking around for any danger that could endanger the amber-eyed boy. Like Ash, noticing that their was nothing threating in the room, looked reliefed. They looked at Ash in worry wondering what the scream was about.

Both looking at him with a look a bemusement, Paul asked, "Ash, what's wrong? Why'd you scream?"

Paul looked at him with a look of sympathy, knowing that it was his fault that Paul got stressed and all worried. "It was nothing, Paul. It was just a dream. . . ."

His answer didn't make Paul any better. He went over to the bed and laying down next to his boyfriend. Pulling him closer, he put a hand on his head and started stroking his hair. Ash instantly relaxed in his hold, Paul always smells so good. Like a forest. . . .

And at the thought, he tensed, remembering that a forest is where he was molested.

Noticing that Ash tensed up, he looked down at the young man in his arms. He looked scared, truly scared. Terrified. And Paul felt he knew what is was.

While stroking his hair still, Paul started speaking, "Ash," The boy in question looked up at him at the sound of his name, "Was this dream of yours. . . .about your rape. . .?" he asked.

If it was even more possible, Ash tensed further in his arms. Trying to decide how to answer that, should he tell him? Or not? He asked himself. Maybe. . .

"Yes. . ." he said quietly.

On instinct, trying to comfort him, Paul pulled his body closer murmuring, "Oh, Ash. . .I'm sorry. . .I'm so so sorry. . ."

Ash didn't get it. Why was Paul apologizing to him? He has done nothing wrong. Nothing wrong at all. . .but, what if he is blaming himself for what has happened to Ash? What is he balmed himself for all that gone wrong? Why would he do that? Why would he blame himself?

"Why are you sorry, Paul? As far as I know, you haven't done anything wrong."

Paul tightened his arms more, burying his face in the nape of Ash's neck. He shook his head, "I'm sorry. . .that I couldn't protect you. That I wasn't there with you to keep you safe. . .I am so sorry, Ash. So sorry because I couldn't do anything to stop this person. . . .And we don't even know who this person is. . . .if I was there, I could've stopped him. . ."

"And we don't even know who this person is. . . ." is what stayed in Ash's mind.

Ashy-boy.

From as far as he knew, only one person called him that. And it was his childhood friend. But. . .what if he was wrong? What if he was making an accusation to someone that wasn't responsible for what happened? Should he tell Paul? Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions.

"Paul," Paul looked up from where he was nuzzling to his neck, "you didn't know that something like that would happened. You have nothing to sorry about. Ever since I became conscience again, you've been the perfect boyfriend. You are great in every way possible."

Ash kissed Paul's forehead before continuing, "I should be the one to say sorry, not you." Paul gave him a bemused look, not knowing why Ash would apologize.

"I am so sorry that I barely remember you. That I only remember things of other people. And not of you. I have been a horrible boyfriend to you. And I'm sorry that. I really don't deserve you." Ash finished off.

Paul gave him a weak smile. "Ash. . .you are the most wonderful person that anyone in the universe could ever wish to be with." Ash gave a small laugh at that. Paul continued, "You know how relieved I was when you didn't reject me. . .that at the day in the hospital, when you asked who I was, that my life was over. That because you couldn't remember me, you wouldn't want to be with me anymore."

Paul's hand started to move in Ash's hair again and stroking it. "And when you said that you were okay with continuing this relationship, I was so happy. . .but, I was sad too. Because you really didn't remember us. . .me. . .at all. Because of some sick person that tried to kill you after what he did to you." Paul gave an emotionless laugh, "I don't even know who the guy is and I already hate him. For hurting you. For touching you. For trying to kill you when you never did anything wrong. For making you losing your memories of everyone you love."

Ash felt like crying so much right now. He didn't know Paul felt so strongly for him. Didn't know how much the purple-haired would for him. How much he loved him. And this person. . .this person was all his. All his.

Ash wrapped his arms around Paul, cuddling his chest, trying not to cry. Paul wrapped both arms around him. Ash started speaking, "Paul, I love you."

Paul smiled, a genuine smile that he only gave to Ash. He pulled away from Ash to look into his eyes. "I love you too, Ash. So much." he said and with so much love that Ash started crying. Paul pulled him back into his arms.

And Ash decided that in Paul's arms, is where he felt most safe. That he was in heaven. Paul gave him so much love and trust that Ash was know way in hell going to give that away to anyone else. It was all for him.

They stayed like just hugging, comforting each other in the others' arms. Ash asked, "Why'd you get up so early, Paul?"

Paul pulled away only a little, Ash still wrapped up in his arms. "Well, since you had such a hectic day yesterday, I decided to make you some breakfast." he said.

And with the word breakfast, Ash's stomach rumbled demanding to be fed. Ash blushed, but grinned. making Paul give a chuckle. "Same old Ash."

Paul got up from bed, pulling Ash with him. "But since we've been up here for so long, it's could by now. So if you want to go somewhere else to eat, we can." he said.

Ash shook his head. "It's fine. Cold foods okay. But I would like to go out today. And if its okay just the two us." he said with a sweet smile that was all Ash.

Paul smiled back. "You mean. . .a date?" he asked.

Ash's smile turned into a grin as he gave a nod, "Mm-hmm. A date. We should go to the city. Or maybe a park close by. Or maybe-" he was interrupted.

Paul started, "Or maybe we could just worry about getting you something to eat. We'll worry about our date later."

Ash nodded. He held out his hand for Paul to grab, which he did. They both went downstairs to see Ash's mother left a note.

"Dear Ash and Paul,

I'm going to the city with some friends today. I hope you both are okay with that.

I won't be coming until late at night, so don't worry.

You two have a nice day, and I'll see you today.

Love, mom."

Ash looked at the letter. "What? Why couldn't she tell me herself?" he asked.

Paul shrugged a shoulder and said, "She was down here a little while ago, while I was fixing breakfast. She already wrote the note, but she told me she was leaving for the day. She was long gone before I could ask where she was going."

Ash looked at Paul, "Oh, well, okay then. So," Ash wrapped his arms around Paul from behind and asked, "What'd you make for breakfast, darling?"

Paul gave a chuckle and played along, "Well, honey, I made you some pancakes with butter and syrup. An omelet on the side, with a glass of milk. Just the way you like it."

Ash gave a giggle, and stood on his toes to kiss boyfriend on the cheek. "Best wife ever."

Ash sat in one of the chairs and started digging in. Paul sat in the chair next to him, and watched him eat. Really content that he could make Ash happy with just food. Ash looked at him with a mouth full a food and gave him a questioning look.

He swallowed hi food and asked, "Aren't you going to eat, Paul?"

Paul shook his head and said, "since it takes you forever for you to come downstairs, I decided to eat before. I would've been dying from hunger if you came down at the time you did now."

Ash gave him a goofy grin. And gave him an apologetic face.

Ashy-boy.

That name. Why did it always come to him? It can't be him. Why would one of his friends try to do that to him?

"Ash, is something wrong?" Paul asked with concern.

Ash looked at him and gave him a weak smile, "Yeah, I'm fine." There was a silence between them, until Ash spoke up again. "So, about this date? Where do you wanna go?" he asked.

Paul gave him a smile. Since Ash had finished eating, Paul took his hand in his. "Well, we could go to Viridian City. It isn't that far from here, and there's a park right in the middle of the city. And your favorite ice cream shop is there. The perfect place for date."

Ash smiled. "Viridian City it is."

Then he remembered something. Pikachu. He turned to Pikachu, "Hey, Pikachu. Can you do me a favor?" he asked.

Piakchu's ears, perked up at his name. "Do you mind spending the day at Professor Oak's lab? I want it to be just me and Paul for the day. Is that okay with you?"

Pikachu nodded. Ash smiled, not knowing if Pikachu really understood him or not. "Thank you."

After putting the dirty dishes in there rightful place, Paul walked up to Ash asking him if he was ready to go. Ash noded, then called out to Pikachu who took his place on his master's shoulder. "Alright, first to the lab, then to Viridian City for our date." Ash said with a smile.

Paul smile back and nodded. "Let's go."

And with that they left for there date.

Hey, guys. Sorry, it's been almost a year since I last updated. I really don't have a good reason though. . .

I was a having a really long, "Summer Break."

Plus, I have been trying to improve my writing.

And I have been totally obsessed with BTR and Harry Potter fanfiction stories.

I have decided that I might write a story on Harry Potter. I don't know who the characters will yet. But I've got some ideas. And I would like your help in deciding.

Okay. . .as the submissive I might put Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy.

And as a dominant. . .

`If it is Harry Potter as a submissive I would put either the following:

. . .Draco Malfoy

. . .Siriu Black

. . .Remus Lupin. . .or. . .

. . .Severus Snape

`If Draco Malfoy is the submissive I would like you to choose one of the following:

. . .Harry Potter

. . .Ron Weasley

. . .Charlie Weasley

. . .Fred Weasley. . .or. . .

. . .George Weasley

PLEASE HELP ME CHOOSE, I REALLY WANT TO WRITE A HARRY POTTER ONE. . .AND IF YOU HELP I SWEAR TO FINISH THIS STORY.

THAT'S RIGHT, BLACKMAIL : p

ANYWAY PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR INPUT IN THE REVIEWS OR THROUGH THE PRIVATE MESSAGING THING. . .THANK YOU!

Kay, then on the next chapter of this story. . . .

Chapter Nine: It's him

The date of the Comashipping couple, and maybe Ash might tell Paul who was the one who raped. . . maybe

SEE YOU NEXT TIME. . .