"Wait Ash!" Serena called, turning around.

"Huh?" I muttered.

She ran up the escalater, a smile pastered on her face.

Her eyes closed as she gently kissed me. It was tender and soft. She tastes like strawberries. I took a step back.

The stair she was on started descending, pulling her away. Her eyes were sparkling. She smiled, "Thank you!"

I smiled and sighed happily. "Bye Serena!!!"

"Have a safe trip!"

"Bye-bye!"

"Pikaa!

Few moments after Serena left...

"Wanna have a battle Ash?" Clemont pleaded.

"Sure!" I grinned.

After their battle (because I can't really remember how it goes)...

After waking up in Kanto....

"Let's go Pikachu!"

We run up tothe front door, smiling before opening it. "Hey mom! We're home!"

"Pika!"

The next day...

 "Mmm!" I moan, stretching. "Morning Pikachu."

I reach out my hand to pet his soft fur. Nothing is there.

"PIKACHU PIKA PIKA PI CHU KA PI PI PIKACHU PI PIKA PI PI CHU KA PIKACHU PI CHU KA PIKA!"

I dash out of bed, grabbing a new pair of gray multi-purpose shorts and white tee shirt. Pulling on a black sweatshirt that had no sleeves or zipper, I tugged on my crimson hat and red and black fingerless gloves. After lacing up my crimson and black sneakers I sprinted downstairs, jumping the last five.

Misty, Brock, May, Max, Dawn, Iris, and Cilan stood in the living room across from Pikachu. Sparks were flying off of Pikachu's cheek sacs.

(Translation from Pikachu's earlier outburst:)

How dare you come into my house, demand to see my best friend, and command me to come to you!

(Present)

"What are you guys doing to Pikachu?!" I exclaimed.

 Iris frantically tried to grab Pikachu. He dodged, growling at her. "Hurry Pikachu, come here before he hurts you!" Pikachu looks at her in disgust.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO DO TO MY BEST BUD?!" I snap, causing them to flinch.

"We're saving him." Brock whispers.

"From who?!" I yell.

"You." Dawn mutters.

Anger bubbles up inside of me.

Officer Jenny bursts into the house, "Where is he?" The group points at me. "You're under arrest for using drugs!"

I gag. "Bleh, who would?" She tries to grab me but Pikachu gives her a warning zap.

"Ouch!" She snarls at Pikachu. He stands his ground.

"What the hell are you people talking about?"

Misty looks at me in pity. "We're stopping you become a horrible trainer."

I stay silent. Brock continues her thought. "You have been abusing your role as a Pokémon trainer."

May. "You've prevented yourself from reaching your full potential."

Max. "I can't believe I looked up to a man -no- boy who cheats."

Dawn. "You should stop!"

Iris. "What a kid."

Cilan. "Your attitude towards Pokémon is bitter and tasteless."

Officer Jenny. "Do you understand?"

Silence. Pikachu hops onto my shoulder. I turn and open the front door. "Yes." I leave, slamming the door behind me.

I feel one of my pockets weight down. I stick my hand in and pull out a watch-looking thing and a oddly colored PokeBall.

(The watch:)

(The Pokeball:)

The PokeBall is hot to the touch.

I turn on the watch. It shows me the time. 9:52.

"Race you to Professor Oak's Pikachu!" I cry out suddenly, startling the mouse Pokémon. He let out a squeak before shaking himself and using Quick Attack to take the lead. "No fair!" I laughed. I pressed myself harder. We ended up in a tie.

Professor Oak opened the door after a few thuds on it, curtesy of Pikachu and I. I barged inside and walked over to a bulky machine. Placing my Pokeballs and the watch (I call it PokeTech) on it and pressing the small blue button, a light shone through the room. I looked at  the watch and the number of Pokémon in its capacity; 78.

...

WHAT?! 

Pikachu appeared out of the watch giving me a look that even Death would fear. "Sorry bud." I shoved every single Pokeball I owned into my new black backpack that had enough room that Mamoswine could fit inside.

Pikachu destroyed the machine and as I was going out the door, I saw the GS ball. It had a tag on it.

I growled. I brought it to the respective owner so why was she getting it instead of me? I snatched off the counter,  tearing the tag off of it as I ran.

Stop.

I stopped. The shock temporarily paralyzing me.

A bunch of officers ran in front of the window I was just about to break through.

'Thank you.' 

You're welcome chosen one.

'Who are you?'

That is of little importance to you right now. You need to get out. Your friends are right behind you.

'They are not my friends.'

Fine. Your traitorous acquaintances.

I scowl. That's about right. I ran off, not knowing where I was going or if I'd ever return.