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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks

Created 3/14/03

4 years later…

Lance is 18, making Ash 14

Chapter 2: Making Waves

Ash was annoyed.

Yes, he knew Priscilla Williams had adopted him out of the goodness of her heart. However, that was no reason for her to treat him like slave labor.

Really.

He was sure his real parents wouldn’t want this.

Of course, Ash couldn’t really remember that, all his memory before age seven was a total blank.

But he was sure they were nice.

Ash was brought back to life when Priscilla yelled for iced water. Sighing, he began carrying the laden buckets back to their dwelling.

It was a hot, hot day in Lavaridge. It was a planet, not the town. Why was it so far from the well to her house?

As he walked along, alone, he tried to remember what had happened before. It was all a blur… no, that wasn’t it.

At least blurs had color.

What he saw in his mind was like a white block, a pure whitewashed wall that was in his way.

He sighed.

There had to be some way to escape!

An invisible form nuzzled his cheek as Ash sighed. “I know, I know…”

It was strange that no one else could see. Mudkip and Torchic, girl and boy, kept him company. They were his only friends…

He wasn’t sure why they were there, or what their purpose was, but it was nice having company.

Human company would have been preferred, but he was growing closer to the pokemon as time went on.

Priscilla also had an annoying daughter named Misty who seemed to want to bed him and beat him up alternatively.

Ew…

Well, he resisted, but last time Misty might have raped him if her uncle hadn’t been passing by. She had blamed it all on Ash, of course, and who would disbelieve her? What a slut.

Ash filled the purifier with his buckets of water, and then trudged outside to get another load.

Misty watched.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Don’t ask me, little sister.” Violet giggled. “You’re the one who wants him.”

“There’s no one else besides Jim here, and we both know that he’s interested in guys.”

“What about Phillip?”

“He married Daisy three days ago.”

“And Jack?”

“Well, unluckily, he went off-planet. I hear he’s already got a family.”

“Then I want Ash!”

“WHAT?!”
Violet giggled. “I bet he thinks you’re too ugly! But I’m the very model of beauty, so he’ll be mine!”

Misty glared at Violet. “Grr…”

Well, that wouldn’t happen if she had any say in it!

Mudkip and Torchic followed Ash back up to the well, and back to the house again. Maybe you should run away.

How?

Well… Torchic paused. You could smuggle onto a ship? Stowaway?

That might work! Mudkip nodded.

I’m not sure. Ash said.

They all sighed.

Afterwards, Ash swept the floor, did the dishes, cooked soup and noodles for the noon meal, weeded the meager garden, and went out shopping for more groceries.

Misty tailed him.

However, there was nothing interesting that occurred. There was nothing interesting or of importance at all.

Ash brought back the bread and vegetables and began preparations for dinner, putting the stew on to simmer, while he next went out and watered all the plants. Then, he checked on the stew, let it continue to simmer, and went off to the well for yet another supply of water. Why in the world did Violet insist on taken long showers when they lived on a desert planet?

If they ran out of water…

He didn’t’ let the thought continue. He’d probably be the one paying the price…

A dull spark of anger flared to life in his heart as he went about with his chores, wishing that they were all dead, the whole lot of them.

That would be nice.

That night, Ash had another series of dreams that represented memories of a childhood he had never known…

Strange, who was the girl?

He assumed the two black-haired people were his parents, it made perfect sense and he would live with them that way, but…

Who was she?

Wouldn’t he remember his friends? Ash was sure that if he had had a friend, he would never have wanted to forget!
Especially now that he had none, besides pokemon… but pokemon were loyal, and that counted more.

When Ash woke up, to his surprise he still remembered the dream. Yes, he could not have been more than five or six, but it had been such fun, the two of them making cookies for his mother and father’s anniversary.

And then they had swum together in the ocean… so it couldn’t have possibly been Lavaridge!
Strange…

Sighing, Ash put the thought out of his mind, a little wistful and hoping he could find her again, as he got up and went to get water again.

End Chapter!

Completed 5/23/03