Meowth: Why are we opening the chapter?
Jessie: *sparkles* Because the author wanted real talent to open this chapter!
James: No... I think it's because her and all the other characters went off for a spa break
Meowth: WHAT? Why weren't we invited?
Jessie: Because we are far too important to go to some crummy spa, we are needed here!
James: *sarcastically* Yeah sure
Meowth: We never get invited to anything...
Jessie: Both of you shut up! We are here to mention disclaimers and such, not argue about the spa trip!
James: I just feel that we should have been invited-
Jessie: Shut up!
Meewth: Err.. Jessie?
Jessie: WHAT?
Meowth: We're out of time... the story needs to start now
Jessie: But we haven't done what we were supposed to do!
James: We are so fired...
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"Miss me?"
For a moment, Ash was physically incapable of any type of movement. When his muscles finally decided they would work, all the trainer could muster up was a series of unintelligible mumbles. Eventually Ash managed to say to himself: "This is just a dream, just a dream... pinch yourself and you will wake up, this is just a dream!"
Ash pinched himself. Nothing happened, apart from a tiny red mark being left on his hand where he'd pinched himself.
"Ouch..."
"That was stupid," remarked Drew in a velvet voice. "Want me to -mew- kiss it better?"
He gently lifted Ash's hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon it.
"You okay now? If not... I'm sure I can make you feel a lot better."
Although Ash knew he should have looked away, he didn't. He ended up getting caught up in that spellbinding gaze the kitten possessed.
"No objections? Nyaa~ All right then..."
Drew leaned in and stole a kiss from the trainer. Ash, who was busy being pulled in by the combination of Drew's hypnotic voice and gaze, did nothing to resist. After a few seconds, he even kissed back. Becoming more aware of what he was doing, the slightly older boy took control of the kiss, deepening it. Drew's mouth was already slightly open, so Ash took that to mean he could use his tongue. Ash slipped one of his hands under Drew's top, causing the latter to shiver slightly with excitement. The trainer decided that the kitten's shirt was a nuisance, and so removed it altogether. Ash now had full access to the co-ordinators torso. His skin was silky smooth, not a mark in sight. The raven haired boy had an overpowering urge to mark anywhere and everywhere on Drew, so that he knew that the kitten belonged to him and vice versa. Halting their kiss, Ash proceeded to kiss down Drew's neck and along his collar bone. He kept moving down, leaving a trail of kisses until he reached one of Drew's nipples. Here, Ash stopped his barrage of kisses and lightly began to suck the smaller boy's right nipple and tweaking the left. This illicited many moans and purrs of pleasure from the kitten. Ash was rapidly losing himself, he wanted the moans to be louder, to carry on what he was doing. However, it wasn't long before rational thoughts came flooding into Ash's mind.
He hastily stopped what he was doing.
"Aww... I was -meow- enjoying that," pouted Drew. "What gives?"
"You tell me!" Exclaimed Ash. "Just what the hell are you doing?"
"Well I merely created a mood. All the rest was down to you... not that I'm -mew- complaining of course." Drew tried to steal another kiss from Ash, the latter resisted.
"This is not a joke Drew! Seriously... why are you doing this?"
The green haired boy considered for a moment, before looking straight at Ash and saying simply, "Because I want to."
Ash would not accept this, "That's not good enough! Explain to me why you get like this!"
"Oh, now -mew- that hardly seems fair," purred Drew. "You didn't resist, in fact you are the one who -nyaa- takes it further. I assume you do what you do, because you want to. So it's a perfectly good explanation." Drew locked eyes with Ash once more, the trainer felt uncomfortable.
He has a point...
"Why didn't you remember last night?" Asked Ash, trying to get his thoughts back together.
"Oh I remember last night," purred Drew, a smile crossing his lips. "How could I forget?" The co-ordinator leaned in again in an attempt to shift focus onto making out but Ash refused to succumb to the co-ordinator.
"If you remember then how come you were supposedly utterly clueless when I asked you about it today?"
"You -meow- ask way too many questions," sulked Drew. "This is no fun, I thought we could have had a repeat performance of last night, perhaps even more..."
Ash just glared at Drew (which took a helluva lot of self control as Ash wasn't totally against the idea of a 'repeat performance').
The kitten looked at the trainer and concluded that nothing was going to happen tonight.
"Hmph! Well I'm not in the mood anymore anyway!" Said Drew indignantly. The kitten got off of Ash, grabbed his shirt and made his way back to his own sleeping bag.
Ash just watched him, confused and angry at the same time. What the Hell? Does he honestly think that will be the end of it? Dammit, I'm so confused! I'll just have to set the record straight in the morning.
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"Go apologise now!"
"No! I have no reason to apologise!"
"Yes you do, when you randomly pick a fight with someone for no apparent reason whatsoever then of course you should go and apologise! Brock, back me up here!"
"I think I'll stay out of this," said Brock. "But Ash... you did seem to just have a go at Drew for unfair reasons. I mean, he didn't even know what you were on about."
"Oh he knew," muttered the trainer angrily.
Earlier that morning, Ash had confronted Drew. Needless to say, the raven haired boy was angry. He wanted to know what Drew was playing at each night, although he knew that he was partly responsible for giving in. Nevertheless, he wanted answers. The slightly smaller boy had just given him a blank expression.
"Ash, I have no -mew- earthly idea as to what the Hell you are on about."
"Yes you do! You said you remembered last night!"
"I didn't even -nyaa- talk to you last night! I went to bed early!"
"So you're saying that you didn't come over to my sleeping bag once everyone had fallen asleep?"
"Yes. Why would I -mew- go over to your sleeping bag? I'm perfectly fine in my own thanks."
Ash thought that Drew was just messing with his mind, doing this on purpose. Ash couldn't stand it, he was confused. He couldn't work his own feelings out, let alone assess the feelings of the co-ordinator. Eventually, Drew got severely pissed off at the, as far as he was concerned, false accusations. He had ended up stalking off from Ash and everyone else, pausing briefly to grab his jacket and pokéballs, before disappearing off into the forest to let off some steam.
That was over an hour ago, and now the others were starting to get slightly worried about Drew. Although they didn't know what this argument was about, they saw how confused Drew seemed to be, as if he genuinely didn't know what he was being accused of. This lead them to the conclusion that Ash was the unreasonable one, thus should go and apologise.
"GAH! Fine, I'll go and apologise!"
After being guilt-tripped by his friends for the past half an hour Ash decided that he might as well go in search of his kitty companion.
"Max, where's the PokéNav? I don't wanna get lost."
"Right next to the pokémon tracker over there," Max gestured in the direction he was meaning.
Ash looked. "Well the PokéNav is here, but the tracker isn't... You sure you left it here?" Asked Ash, picking up the PokéNav.
"Certain," said Max, "No one moved it did they?"
Brock and May both shook their heads. Realisation was slowly starting to dawn on the group, and they all hoped they were wrong. They started to search their camp to find it, first quickly, then urgently, then frantically, but the pokémon tracker was no where to be seen.
"He wouldn't..." May sounded really worried.
"Brock sighed, a concerned expression on his face. "I wouldn't put it past him. He's the type who would do something like this."
"But why," asked Max.
May answered that question. "Yesterday," she said slowly, "he told me how he felt bad..."
"About what?"
"About the fact that we were going through all this trouble for him. He was anxious about the fight with Rayquaza, he didn't want any of us to get hurt..."
"Well that would explain why he took the tracker, if he tackles Rayquaza on his own then we're safe," observed Brock.
"If he tackles Rayquaza on his own he could die!" Exclaimed May, "We have to go after him right away! It may be his problem but we promised to help, we can't just stand idly by!"
"Right, well let's get our stuff together. We know which direction Drew's headed in as Rayquaza is still in the same position as these last few days. All we need to do is follow the PokéNav. You've got it right Ash?"
There was no reply.
"Ash?"
"He's gone..."
"Damn, this is not the time for him to act on impulse!"
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Dammit! Dammit, dammit dammit! Why would he go to face Rayquaza alone? Was that his intention all along? That's not how this works, we were supposed to work together!
Ash was running as fast as he could through the forest, looking everywhere, desperate for a glimpse of Drew.
He honestly doesn't think he can face Rayquaza alone does he? He could be seriously injured, he could die! He can't die! I need him to be around so that...
Ash couldn't think of what would come next. Why did he need Drew to be around? So he could finish their argument? No, that wasn't it. That was the last thing on his mind. All other things were irrelevant now, Ash no longer cared for explanations for the co-ordinator's strange nighttime behavior or apparent amnesia the next day. He didn't care about Drew's flaws anymore, over these past few days, the two had grown closer than they had ever been. Not just in a physical sense, Ash was still confused about that, but in the sense that: They just felt more comfortable around each other. Drew seemed easier to talk to than he had previously and Ash enjoyed spending time with him. All Ash wanted now was the assurance of Drew's safety. It suddenly occurred to the trainer, that he needn't have bothered adding anything onto why Drew needed to be around, because it was simple: Ash needed Drew.
It was only now that the trainer was beginning to realise just how much he needed the green haired boy.
Drew... please be okay...
It took a few more minutes of running for the raven haired boy to realise something: Drew had Flygon. All his running would be pointless, it wouldn't be a stretch to imagine that Drew was already at Rayquaza's lair by now. If that was the case, then what would Drew's current condition be? Rayquaza was an incredibly strong pokémon, all it took was one wrong move and it could all be over... Ash felt... helpless...
Looking down from up above, Jessie was over the moon.
"Oh this is just too perfect! The twerp is alone and is totally depressed, this means that Pikachu is as good as ours!
"Erm... how exactly did you draw that conclusion?"
"Simple logic James. Trust me, he's upset about something, so he won't be able to order any decent attacks."
"Ya know Jessie, that kinda makes sense," agreed Meowth.
"I have a horrible feeling this will go wrong..."
"Oh, stop being such a downer! Now let's go!"
As Ash wasn't a complete idiot and Team Rocket's Meowth balloon wasn't the most subtle thing in the world, Ash realised that he would have to go through the whole boring rigmarole of fighting the idiotic team.
I don't have time for this! I gotta find a way to get to Drew... Inspiration struck.
"Prepare for trouble!"
"Make it doub-"
"SHUT UP AND GIVE ME THAT BALLOON OF YOURS NOW! Pikachu, thunder!" Using the most powerful thunder it could muster, Pikachu sent Team Rocket flying with ease, leaving behind that ridiculous balloon. "I guess it'll have to do," said Ash, climbing in.
"We're blasting off again~!"
Jessie: WHAT? That's it? We didn't even put up a fight?
James: He's depressed so won't be able to order any decent attacks huh? That's the last time I listen to you
Jessie: I don't understand it! It shouldn't have turned out this way!
James: The kid's determined, fair dues
Meowth: But he's got our balloon!
Jessie: This is an outrage! We are the stars of this chapter, we introduced it! How dare that author only give us two seconds in this chapter? Here we are, working our asses off and she's off with everyone else at a luxury spa!
Meowth: I though you weren't bothered about the spa...
Jessie: Of course I'm bothered about the bloody spa! Why would I want to be here when I could be there? I blame you two! If I didn't hang around with you then I'd be getting a massage right about now!
James: *sarcastically* Wow, don't hold back Jessie, tell us how you really feel
Jessie: LESS OF THE ATTITUDE!
Meowth: Guys, we're ruining the chapter
James: We are double fired...
"Uwah! How do I fly this thing?"
Successfully airborne in the ridiculous Meowth vessel, Ash was busy pondering which leaver did what.
C'mon... If Team Rocket of all people can pilot this thing, then it should be easy.
However, this was proving to be more difficult than the trainer imagined. Eventually he figured out the basic controls, and it wasn't long before he was making consistent progress towards Rayquaza's cave and hopefully Drew.
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Ash didn't make it in time. Well, that is to say, he didn't make it in time to make sure Drew would be safe. When he managed to lower that damn balloon to the ground (more like crash landed it) he saw Drew's Flygon instantly. The dark haired one immediately ran over as he could tell that something wasn't right. Flygon was covered in marks, it had been badly hit by a strong pokémon move. However, that wasn't why Ash thought something was wrong (although it contributed to it), because Flygon seemed to be defending something. Whenever it heard a noise Flygon would growl fiercely, scaring whatever it was away. When Ash approached it took a few seconds for Flygon to register that the approaching boy was a friend, not a foe.
Ash very quickly saw what Flygon was protecting, or more along the lines of who it was protecting. Drew lay on the ground, motionless. For a horrific moment Ash thought that Drew was dead, but then he pulled himself together and lowered himself down and grabbed Drew's wrist, attempting to find a pulse. There was one, much to Ash's relief. Wasting no time, Ash removed his blue top, leaving his black one, and folded it so that it could be used as a kind of pillow. The trainer carefully rested Drew's head on it, then set to work on tending to Flygon's wounds as best he could.
There was no doubt in Ash's mind: Rayquaza had done this. The upcoming battle would be anything but easy.
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Jessie: ...
James: Err... Jessie? You gonna say something?
Jessie: *sulking* No, I'm on strike. I should have been invited to the spa
Meowth: As if your're still going on about that
James: Look, let's at least end this right, because we've done an awful job so far! *reads note-card*
Okay, so let's see here... 'Sorry this chapter actually took forever to be written, I shall endeavor to get the rest of this story up post haste. Also, sorry for Team Rocket, they were the only guys I could get on such short notic-' HEY! That hardly seems fair, at least I'm trying!
Meowth: I am too! It's her highness that won't co-operate! Anyways, please review because reviews are the stuff of legend! Just like Rayquaza actually... I wonder how that battles gonna turn out
James: Well review and you'll find out! Thank you for reading!