I DON'T OWN POKEMON... AND IF I DID... ASH WOULD BE SUCH A PLAYER.

Chapter 1:Wake up in the morning, feeling like P Diddy

The Sun was out. It was a nice day, one of the best day's the kanto region has seen since the war. The war where many fathers and mothers didn't come home. Where team flare almost destroyed the world. That war ended 4 years ago, but the destruction of the ultimate weapon made everyday cloudy and dull. For years the sun was forgotten. Until a few months ago when the smog cleared up. Now everyday, was a great day.

THUMP... OWWW... PIKA

Ash did it again. Another nightmare made him hit his head on the corner of the nightstand. He was quite aggressive when it came to sleeping (Surprisingly.) No matter how many X's you add beside the L on the tag, referring to the bed's size, Ash was always able to role to the end. His bed was almost bigger than his mansion, or at least it looked that way.

(Sigh, Every night, you sure you're ok?) The little mouse pokemon questioned in both annoyance and worry.

"I'm HIV positive," Ash said with a chuckle in in the back of his throat, almost unnoticeable.

(THAT'S IT, No more South Park for you!) The little yellow ball of fluff mention while pulling off a double face palm.

"Come on, don't you have fun anymore?" the 14 year old boy asked. He stood up and scratched Pikachu on the head a few times before going to the all classic coffee pot.

(Wow, you're beginning to sound as crazy as Alder. Ashton you really should get your personality examined.)

Owch, and I thought the nightstand hit's hard.

If there's anything that Ash hated more that Alder calling him Ashton. It was Pikachu doing it. Ash gave a quick death glare at the little rat. Who at the moment was giving himself a morning bath with his tongue. 'He knows that Pisses me off,' Ash thought to himself as he aggressively chugged down the coffee. The fresh HOT coffee. YEEOWWW!

Now normally, your friend would help you out in this moment, but when it's your best friend, you can expect a few pictures to be taken. Since Pikachu didn't have any thumbs (or a phone) he just rolled on the ground, balling in laughter.

"Ith's Noth thunny!" Ash was unable to say anything normally due to his burnt tongue.

(Wait, let's see. You hit your head on the nightstand, you just got wreaked by a Pokemon in a dis off, and you just lost all your taste buds... No it's pretty hilarious.) Man Pikachu can be such a dick.

Sigh, Pikachu was right. If he watched Garry burn his tongue, he would be dying from laughter as well. He laughed it off and got himself some breakfast. Pikachu, obviously, join him to chow down. Since it was still early, ash decided not to wake up his butler to cook, he went into the fridge and took out some pizza. Pikachu liked pizza, but he would always get his own, because he applied too much ketchup. Even a pokemon champion eats simple from time to time.

Yum. Both Pikachu and Ash were full from the holy grail of food.(What? I love pizza ;} It's Tasty.)

"Good morning sir..." all of a sudden a man dressed like he was going to a wedding walked in.

"Mornin Terry, there's some pizza on the table if you want some," Ash kindly offered. Ash hated people who treated their butlers like shit. I mean they do work for you, but they're not your slaves.

"Thank you sir," Terry walk to the table and "dug in." Terry was more that Ashes butler, he was a good friend... Who just so happens to clean up all the messes he makes. Now Terry doesn't have any gray hairs. He's around 30 years old. He was like ashes older brother. He was always there for him, whether it meant cheering him up, or cleaning up wine he spilled on the carpet. Still... He was always there. (Ya I know, Ash isn't legal drinking age, but come on. We're in a world where 10 year old's live by themselves. I think drinking is legal at the age of 12 in pokemon. I don't know, just a guess.)

Ash ran down the long corridor, and barged threw the door like a football player running through people for the last slice of cake.

"Wow," was all he could say as he saw the beautiful weather. "Today's gonna be a great day, right Pikachu."

(Hell ya,) the pokemon said in his native tongue.

"Excuse me... I'm here to challenge the pokemon champion."

'Fuck.' Ash knew what was coming.

"Ya, is he home," asked the challenger over the speakers. Ash walked up to the speakerphone and tried to do his best female robo voice.

"I'm sorry, Ash Ketchum is not here at the moment. Please come back in a few years." Man, Ash was practically praying for the challenger to leave.

"but.."

"YEARS!"

"*Sigh*, alright. I'll come back tomorrow."

Ash could live with that. He hung up the phone and looked at his best friend Pikachu. Who by chance was shaking his head in a disapointing manner.

(Wow, you just shot down a challenger. How would you have liked that if the champion had done that to you. So sad.) Pikachu was practically asking to get tossed out a window.

"Ya, like I've never been rejected to a challenge because someone didn't feel like it." He did have a good point. The Champion did accepted Ashes battle request, but he's always been delayed to battle a gym leader because of some stupid reason.

(Ok, Fine.) Pikachu sighed in defeat.

"Yup today's gonna be a great day," Ash was now running and Pikachu didn't have a very good grip on his shoulder.

(Dude, warn me first,)

"Sorry"

If only Ash knew what was coming next.

End of Chapter 1

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Peace
-Crosheo