Hullo, people!! What’s up?? This is my first Pokémon fic!! Yeah!! Ok, so keeping that in mind, please go light on the flames...thank ya! And I hope u all enjoy it!!

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Ages:

Ash--> 21

Misty --> 20

“...” Spoken Words

italics Thoughts

~~~~~~ Scene changes / flashbacks / change in P.O.V

(...) Author’s Notes

Disclaimer: None of the following characters used in this story belong to me, k? Only the plot is mine, the rest....belongs to good ol’ Japan ^-^

Links to the Past

Chapter 1: Unanswered Questions

He noticed there was sand all around him as he came to.

Where am I? he thought, rising into a sitting position and scratching his head of messy, black hair.

He looked around him some more and noticed an immense body of water lay to his right.

How on earth did I end up on a beach? he asked himself, while continuing looking about him; the ocean was to his right and to his left, a little far off, was a small beach house. He squinted his black eyes a little to try and read the name on the door, but his vision was blurry and it stung to squint. He shrugged and looked ahead of him to see a couple of other beach homes as the ocean and sand extended on and on. He turned around and saw the same scenery, except there was a dock. He quickly rose when he spotted the dock and felt the urge to go and stand upon it, although, he wasn’t quite sure what he thought was so “enchanting” about the dock. But, never the less, he walked over and stood at the very edge gazing out far over the ocean, that is, as far as his stinging eyes could manage to decipher.

“Where am I?” he asked himself aloud.

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Misty sat on her window seat, with her Togapei, reading a book. Since she was alone inside, she felt no need to do anything extravagant with her firey-red hair, so she just left it down. She wore no make-up either, and why would she need to? She wasn’t ugly, “I don’t need make-up to make me beautiful, my personality is enough” was her ‘famous quote’. She sighed as she turned her page. She got about half way through the first paragraph and quickly slammed her book shut.

“Sigh I guess I’m just not in the mood for reading today.” she said, to no one in particular.

She looked down at her Togapei with her gentle, aqua-colored eyes and smiled.

“I guess you got bored and decided to take a nap, huh?” she asked it, not expecting to have any sort of a response.

Misty smiled slightly and turned her head toward the window she sat at. Peeking through her white-lace curtains, she noticed a boy....no a man, who looked to be about 20 or 21, standing on the dock in front of her house. From behind, all she could make out was the age, but that was because he was tall, about 6 feet, maybe a little taller.

She closed her curtains and shot a quick glance at Togapei.

Good, it’s still sleeping. she thought, sighing in relief as she gently picked it up and placed it on a pillow beside the window. Seeing that her little buddy was settled, she rose from her spot on the seat, threw on some sandals and quietly opened the front door to her beach ‘cottage’.

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The man continued looking out at the ocean, his mind racing with questions:

How did I get here?

Is there anyone I came here with that could help me?

When did I even get here?

What happened to make me come upon this beach?

Then another, and by far, more serious question arose in his mind:

Who am I?

It had just occurred to him that he wasn’t aware of his identity.

Man, whatever happened to me out there, made me all screwed up.....I don’t even know my own name... he thought sadly.

Then an idea hit him; he had to have some kind of an ID. As he searched his wet pockets, he silently prayed there was something that would help.

Finally, he found something and pulled it out; just a pocketknife. He frowned and stuck it back into his pocket and continued his search.

After five to ten minuets of frantic searching, me managed to find his wallet.

YES! he cried in his head as he opened it.

There in the plastic covering was a driver’s license. He looked hard at it, only able to focus on the picture.

Hmm...I guess this is me....I’m not half bad looking he thought smiling and nodding his head in satisfaction.

Even though his eyes stung, he squinted again and was able to make out one word: Ash.

“Ash...I guess that’s my name.” he said aloud to himself.

Just then, he heard a door close behind him. He slowly turned around, wallet in hand, and faced the house. He saw a redheaded young woman walking down her steps, looking at the sand. Ash turned around quickly to resume his ‘ocean gazing’ in hopes that the girl wouldn’t notice him. But, unfortunately for his hopes, the girl did notice him. She walked up behind him and stared for a moment, as if she was checking him out. Suddenly, she spoke.

“Um, excuse me, can I help you?”

The young man [Ash] turned around and faced her [Misty].

“Help me with what?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Misty sighed.

“Well, you’re on my property and I was wondering if you...needed something....maybe...yes...no...” Ash kept his eyebrow raised.

“Uh, well now that you’ve asked, I could use your help with something.” he replied scratching his head.

“Oh, what?” she asked in response.

“Well, two things actually. First off, could you....read this? Please?” he asked handing her his wallet and pointing to the license.

Misty gave him an odd look, but agreed anyway.

“Um, ok, everything on here? Including the name?”

Ash nodded ‘yes’.

“Ok....name: Ash Ketchum, date of birth: July 17th, 1986 (I made that up...I have NO CLUE what Ash’s real b-day is), height: 6’3”.” she looked up at him as she finished and started to hand his wallet back.

“Wait. What about the address?” he asked, pushing it back in her direction.

He doesn’t know his address?! or does he think I want it? Whatever...

“Oh...right, sorry. Address: 9034 South Sun Street. Pallet Town.” (Again, that’s fake too...except the Pallet Town part).

“Um, anything else?” deciding to not even bother asking why she needed to read him his driver’s license.

Ash took his wallet and looked at Misty.

“Oh, yeah, one more thing: Where am I?”

She looked at him quizzically, but answered.

“You’re on the Cerulean Beach in Cerulean City.”

Ash looked away, as if he was deep in thought, and then glanced back at the confused young woman before him.

“Oh....thank you, Miss....I guess I should get off of your property now...Good-bye.” he said, holding his head.

Misty reluctantly watched the tall, dark man leave; but he didn’t get far. He took about three or four steps and then fell face first onto the hot, dry sand.

Misty let out a small cry as she ran over to him to see what had happened: he was unconscious.

Great, he passed out.... She thought, sarcastically as she struggled to lift him to his feet.

I guess he could lay on my couch until he comes to...maybe I can find out what the heck happened to the poor guy. she thought as she slowly limped her way to her house, up the steps and through the yellow door.

Misty continued her limping, with Ash on her back, and finally made it to the couch. She went to the end and slowly let him go so he’d fall gently onto the old, leather couch. (Dunno why that’s important...I was just trying to be descriptive...lol)

Misty couldn’t help herself; she looked at him. This was the first time she had actually gotten a really good look at him: his messy, black hair went right above his ears and a little over his closed black eyes. He was pretty well built; he looked as if he was an athletic guy. Then she noticed something. He had Pokéballs around his waist; she counted five of six.

So he’s a Pokémon trainer... She thought, further examining him.

She saw a little book-shaped thing sticking out of one of his jean pockets and slowly removed it.

“A Pokédex?! Wow...only Professor Oak gives these out...” She said aloud as she opened the cover. (I’m not sure that’s right either, but work with me here!)

[Pokédex voice] “This Pokédex belongs to Ash Ketchum from the town of Pallet. This was given to Ash by Professor Oak.”

“Well...I already knew that much” she said, responding to the rhetorical message of the machine.

Then, she gently laid the object on the couch next to the Pokémon Trainer.

“Maybe I should get him an ice pack...”

She walked away from her couch and over to the kitchen. She remove the ice pack from the freezer, placed it in a towel and walked back into her living room, where the unconscious man lay. Slowly and gently she placed the pack on his forehead; she noticed more about him this time: he had a few cuts and bruises on his handsome face; three cuts on his left cheek, on his nose, to on his dry, cracked lips and a huge gash on his forehead where the ice pack (think I’ve said that enough yet?) had been placed.

Wow...he got really beat up somehow....I wonder what happened... She thought, placing her soft hand on his ‘iced’ forehead.

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Two hours later...

Ash saw darkness all around him; it looked as if he were alone, but he didn’t feel it. (that’s foreshadowing and symbolic...remember that) He felt something soft beneath him and something cold upon his brow. (could it be the ice pack??)

Suddenly, his coal-black eyes snapped open to reveal faint light about him; he was inside someone’s house.

How did I get in here? he asked himself, feeling his forehead and removing the (guess) ice pack.

He got up into a sitting position on the couch and looked around him: there was a coffee table before him, a door ahead and a door to the left of that one on a corner. There was a window with a window seat to his right, with a sleeping Togapei, by the front door and another table beside the couch with a lamp on it and a chair beside it. To his far left were two more doors; one led to the kitchen and the other to who knows where.

Suddenly, someone emerged from the kitchen and noticed the young man sitting up on the couch, looking around confused.

Good he’s awake

“Good morning, Ash...” she said lightly as she strolled further into the room.

Ash looked over at her and stared.

“How did I get inside your house, Miss?” he asked, trying not to seem too enticed by her deep, aqua eyes.

She laughed.

“I dragged you in...you fainted outside so, I brought you in...By the way, my name is Misty, so you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Miss’.”

Ash continued staring and nodded an ‘ok’.

“Are you alright? I mean, what happened to you anyway?” she asked him.

Ash drew his eyes away from hers and pointed them at the window.

“I don’t know” he said simply.

Misty looked on, a little surprised.

“You don’t know?” she asked knowingly as she sat down in a chair next to the couch.

Ash just shook his head ‘no’ in response, never taking his eyes from the window.

“So you don’t even know how you got here or why you came to Cerulean?”

“No,” he said, “I wish I knew...it would make this weird feeling I have clearer.”

Weird feeling? she thought, following his gaze to the window next to her.

“I wish...I wish I could help you, Ash...but I’m not detective.”

Ash finally moved his gaze from the window and placed it upon Misty who was still looking out the window.

There’s that strange feeling again...Why am I only getting it when I look at her and the ocean? Are they connected to what happened somehow?

“Well, maybe you can help me, Misty. I don’t think you need to be a detective to help people decipher their feelings and find out their past.” he said, smiling at her for the first time.

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