You can't run from your blood.
Chapter three: Old friends meet.
Birma

  The only sound was the subdued sound of the heavy rain that still fell over the plains, making the 
earth muddy and slippery. The rain hit the still unconscious form of the young trainer and his 
faithful pikachu. Sparky's fur was drenched with water; making his ruffled fur lay down. He got 
rain in his eyes, making the world look blurred, but the icy rain didn't seem to affect the rider nor 
his rapidash. The huge, black form danced forward, closer to Sparky's young master, but he 
wouldn't let them get any closer. The young mouse pokemon prepared a tackle attack, knowing it 
could make the rapidash slip on the muddy ground.
  "Pika! Pi pikacha!" Sparky stood, confused, seeing another pikachu jump from the back of the 
black horse pokemon. [Is it really you?] He asked the newcomer, confused to see his old friend. 
Pikachu nodded, then yelled a high-pitched Pikapi to the rider. Ash dismounted the black rapidash, 
though he nearly slipped in the mud. He kneeled down beside the mouse pokemon, examine him 
carefully by sight. As he tried to lay a hand on Sparky's head, he received a rap over his knuckles 
from the yellow pokemon. He fell over, sitting in the mud, as the small pokemon began scolding 
him (In pika-tongue of course). Sparky pointed repeatedly at the still form of his trainer and friend. 
"Okay! Okay!" Ash swallowed. "I know." He rose himself from the mud, and walked over to the 
dead like figure of the bruised boy. He hesitated, before kneeling in the mud, shaking the lifeless 
body slightly. "Richie…?" His voice sounded strange and hoarse. Ash shook his friend again, 
harder this time. Richie frowned opening his eyes slightly, then smiled weakly, as he saw the 
soaked form of Ash, kneeling down beside him. "Whatta you doin' here, you freaked out 
trainerwannabe?!!" Richie laughed weakly, then began coughing uncontrollable. Ash smiled, 
though the worry didn't leave his amber eyes. "I'm here to save your butt!" he said, as he helped 
Richie to his legs. The ginger haired boy cringed in pain, as his right leg couldn't support his 
weight.
  There was a sickening crack, and Richie yelled out in pain, pulling Ash down with him, as he fell. 
Ash started examine the leg curiously. The right leg lay in a wrong angle. Richie gasped, as the 
amber eyed boy touched the injured leg. "I'd say, that leg's broken." Ash proclaimed. Richie 
starred, slightly annoyed. "Oh..! Ya think so?!" He hissed between his teeth. "Yeah…And you can't 
walk on that, even if you tried." Richie frowned. Ash thought of it a moment, gazing through the 
rain. Then he turned his head, facing his fellow trainer. "You can ride, right?"
   The huge, black rapidash trotted through the long grass, ignoring the fact, that it was raining. Two 
pikachus sat on the back of his neck, and the two trainers sat on his back. The rapidash tossed his 
horned head, felt the fire inside, wanting to run, flying through the rain, not trotting around like an 
old jade. But he knew it would harm the other trainer, so he didn't. Just trotted away.
  "Ash?" Ash got out of his dreamlike state by the voice of the young trainer, sitting in front of him. 
"Huh?" he turned his head slightly, letting the other know, he was listening. "How'd you find me, 
anyway?" A smile flickered across his face, as he thought back. "Well, let's just say, I felt you. That 
energy beam of yours really touched my inner core" He said, making a high-pitched giggle. Both 
the boys laughed, though Richie began coughing violently.

***
  
    "Mr. Lugia, won't you come inside?" Samuel Oak stood by the door, looking outside at the white 
haired teen. The young man shook his head; wisps of hair fell down in his face. "No, I'll wait here. 
And, It's not like I'll catch the cold or something, so don't worry." He gazed over the grassy hills 
again, hoping to see the first signs of the black rapidash. Samuel shook his head, and closed the 
backdoor again.
  Inside the house, the smell of newly cooked dinner danced through the warm air. The old man sat 
down in his couch, and began eating. Almost finish eating; the grey haired man heard a loud thud, 
as the backdoor opened wide. The elderly man rose from the couch in alarm. Ash and the young 
man helped a ginger haired boy inside, and behind them the pikachus shut the door. They 
manoeuvred the boy to the couch, leaving a wet trail on the floor. Ash straightened up, smiling 
sweetly to the professor. "Hey, prof.! Don't mind taking a look, would you?" He asked, nodding in 
the direction of the other boy. 

To be continued…

A/N: Long time, no see; or in this case: no read. Sorry for the long time before updating, and the 
chapter aren't even good, is it? And if you haven't found out yet, I like rain, pain, and the word 
slightly ^_^. I'm thinking of making some journals with situations, making some of this story 
less… hard to swallow… But, I dunno… Your choice… Noting more to say, than:
R/R
Birma 
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