The sun had rose to its highest point in the sky and was shining its rays straight into the room of a black haired boy. He rolled to his side as the light started to irritate his closed lids and pull him from his much wanted and much deserved rest. With a soft moan of annoyance he opened his eyes a fraction and stared out the open window.

Why hadn't he drawn the curtain when he came back? He didn't know but he did know that he was going to start closing his window. It was freezing.

Opening his eyes he looked around the room, for a second he had half expected to be in May's room. Bloody May; dragging him from his nice warm bed to show him something that shouldn't exist. Pokemon? He had never heard of them and from what he had heard about from May he didn't want to know about them. They seemed dangerous, hell she had been attacked because of a pokemon.

With a soft moan of annoyance at being woken and hassled by such annoying thoughts he kicked back the covers and stretched in his bed. He didn't want to get up yet, no it was far too early. He deserved a few more hours. But with the sun shining in his eyes it had succeeded in waking him, and he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep again.

"Ahh, what time is it?" He whined to himself. Raising his arms above his head and stretching them till a small pop reached his ears. He was unbelievably stiff and the cold air wasn't doing him any good. Pushing himself up with only a minor moan of pain as his muscles were pulled he glanced around his room once more. "Mum! What time is it?" He yelled through the closed door.

"After dinner get up" a woman's voice yelled back up muffled by the door and walls. Rolling his eyes at no one he did push himself to his feet trying not to wobble. His joints had locked thanks to the uncomfortable position. Not bothering to get changed he dragged himself to the door. For a moment he wondered if this was what it was like being drunk but quickly shook the thought from his mind. How was he supposed to know?

Pulling at the door he glanced around the hall, he sighed in exhaustion. He still needed to sleep, last night he had spent most of the night trying to stay awake so he could play on his DS but now he was wishing he had been able to put the game down till the next morning as he was exhausted. He doubted he'd had more than four hours sleep. And the four he had had was counting before and after May's house.

Running a hand through his dishevelled hair a long yawn was torn from his wide mouth. He had closed his eyes most of the way as he tried to make his way towards the stairs. His feet were heavy on the carpeted floor of the landing.

Keeping one eye open the other far too tired to stay anywhere near as wide as the first he took his first step down the stairs. The carpet cool and fluffy, had he been awake he'd have enjoyed the soft feeling but his mind was more than half asleep.

"Mum is breakfast ready?!" He shouted down to her.

"No, but dinner is." She retorted making the exhausted boy scowl at the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

"What are we having?" He asked making it to the bottom step and blinking his eyes a bit to make them stay open.

"Come and see, I'm trying to eat Ash."

"But mum" he tried to argue but gave up; there was no point in arguing. He'd lose he was far too tired to have any good retorts should they fight. With a sigh he walked past the door to the living room, dragging his feet. "Fine." Making it to the kitchen he glanced in hoping to see a meal with his name on it, literally, his mum was strange that way. Marking everyone's meals so they weren't mixed up. Ash had always thought it unnecessary for him, how was he going to mistake his plate for theirs when his mum insisted on giving him a plastic one? But he wasn't complaining now. He was so tired he'd probably grab at his dad's food.

Lifting the plate that had 'ASH' written on it in block letters he shuffled from the kitchen to the living room where his mum was busy watching TV.

"Hey mum." He mumbled as he dropped next to her making the couch shake

"Morning Ash, what's wrong you look half dead?" His mother asked placing her hand to his forehead feeling for a fever. Her son was a pasty white with deep dark bags under his eyes. It looked almost like he'd been punched, his eyes were drooped though that could be placed down to tiredness. Still, his mum believed something was wrong

"Oh, nothing, I just had a bad night. Didn't get much sleep. Blame May though" he answered through a yawn; rubbing at his dropping eyes hoping to perk himself up.

"Why should I blame May?" His mother asked doubtful that it was just tiredness.

"Because, just because it isn't my fault" he answered, his mind waking up just enough for him to make up his lie. Poor as it may be. Staring at him she raised an inquisitive eyebrow but didn't press him for the truth, she was sure she'd get an answer soon enough, Ash was never one for keeping his lies straight. "Anyway, once I've finished this I have to go to May's house, I need her help with some homework"

Nodding at her son she kept quiet, all she wanted was to eat in peace and to do that she'd just let him. After all it was the weekend and what mother would tell their child no when it came to doing homework. The greatest evil as far as her son was concerned. It was a miracle to get him wanting to get help let alone do it.

"Alright Ash, just be sure to call me when you get there and when you're coming home." She told him taking a break from eating to wait for a reply. He just nodded his head in acknowledgement too busy eating.

Rolling her eyes she didn't say anything in return just letting her exhausted son finish something to hopefully wake him up.

Half an hour later Ash had finished his food and was setting the plate down in the kitchen, he looked out the open window staring at the bright midday sun and the birds in the trees opposite him. The birds looked to have a baby with them. He smiled slightly at the sight though it dropped as he thought of that pokemon. He was alone and abandoned in a strange world, he would have to help it get back home, he just had to.

Moving to the door in the kitchen he grabbed at the shoes he had kicked off there that morning after coming home. Slipping them on he went to find his mum. She was probably eating still. "Mum! Mum! I'm going to May's" he yelled out to her as he started to walk down the corridor. Leaning into the door that led to the front room he saw her.

"Alright, don't forget to call me." She answered turning to wave to him

"I will" he answered back as he moved to leave the house. He grabbed his school bag as he left, if he was going to lie best make it convincing.

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