'Special' Chapter the first- Disclaimer- Yup, still don't own Pokemon or that annoying git Ketchum........ Author's words of wisdom- I was browsing the Pokemon tower, and dropped into the Ash & Misty section. I read about three of them and couldn't help noticing a lot start with them being best mates, then falling madly in love, then, shazam!, everyone’s happy and everything’s fantastic! -Not on my keyboard! This is my AAMRN with a few drastic changes witch should liven things up a bit! PG- Parents vaguely cautioned, light swearing, comical violence, mild peril, etc, etc. Ash Ketchum sat on some cheap red plastic chairs talking to a girl. Why, you may ask, did he sit on cheap plastic chairs talking to girls? Well, mainly because he was in college. The girl presently slapped him round the face and strutted off with her head nose turned up. He held his cheek, swearing under his breath. He didn’t understand girls much, he drops a harmless joke like say, ‘hey are those real or are you looking after someone’s beach balls?’ and whoever he was talking to promptly vacates themselves, often leaving a red, palm shaped mark on his cheek. He cursed again. “Stupid girls and their stupid slap happy hands.” It was about a week into the first term, and students were mostly all getting to know each other. Ash had seen ol’ slitty eyes, Brock Slate, the other day, but Misty had so far failed to turn up. There were, as ever, a few girls he liked, most of them though had guys standing next to them, often guys much bigger than him. He was no fighter, in fact had gotten as scrawny as even Misty had once been. Brock took the mickey out of him for this on many occasions. Back to the subject though, he was after a girl called Amy Rose, a blonde with bright blue eyes, but had noticed she always hung around with two guys and another girl in a sort of clan. Especially one of the guys. His name, he had discovered, was Zack, and rumor held he was some kind of freaky deaky mutant after some accident. He always wore the same old black leather coat, and tatty jeans. Overall, Ash hated college. It wasn’t that he was terrible at about every subject that had ever been conceived, but that he was such a loner. He had one friend, a guy called Adam, one of Zack’s clan, who talked to him about the football, and how he could knock out anyone with a metal arm/hand brace. Ash was talking to Adam, on the day that ‘it’ happened. ‘It’, as it were, went something like this. As I have said, Ash and Adam were talking, and they started on about girls, mainly Ash with none and Adam with apparently loads. Ash started saying who he liked, and they eventually came to the subject of Amy. “I really like that girl who hangs with your mate Zack, you know her name?” Asked Ash, “Well, errrm, her name’s Amy Rose, nice bird.” Replied Adam, “Why?” “You reckon I should go over an’ talk to her?” “Okay, your funeral mate, Zack doesn’t take kindly to anyone tryin’ it on with her though.” “No, he won’t mind, I’m sure.” “Well, Okay then, if you think it’ll do you good, try it feller.” “Yeah, right, I’ll do it right now…” Ash found Amy and the other girl soon enough. They stuck around in the same place, opposite the dorm block on some benches under an oak tree. He walked up to Amy and slapped her arse. At the same moment, Zack had been walking over to the tree, when he saw some slack jawed prat walking in the same direction. He broke into a run when he saw what senior slack jaw did to Amy. “And what do you think you’re doing exactly?” He asked the runt, annoyed. “Oh, err, hello.” Said Ketchum, shaking slightly, “Oh, err, goodbye.” Said Zack, delivering a square blow between his eyes. Next thing Ash knew, he was laying in bed in his dorm. His roommate, a spiky haired guy called Tarquin was bending over him, looking vaguely annoyed muttering something about shoes. Last thing Ash remembered was talking with Adam, then, well, that thing with the Zack guy. Looking back over the recent events, Zack wasn’t that big. Only slightly more built up than Ash, but a little taller, but that punch still felt like someone throwing a brick into his face. “Oh, so you finally decided to wake up then ducky? Not too much trouble I hope!” Ash opened his eyes a bit more, “Oh, hi Tarq. Having a nice day?” “Well hey, let’s see, I’ve been mopping up your blood off the carpet, sorting thing out with the lady you had a go at, cancelled an appointment with my counselor, and persuaded Zack not to decapitate you, yeah! I’m having a real groovy day! Lickety Split!” “Okay, okay….” “Plus I had to drag you back up here when I saw you half dead on the field!” “Well, I’ve only been out for a few hours…..” Said Ash, glancing a his watch, “Maybe you’d like to check the date! Only a few hours AND TWO DAYS!” “Wow, hey can I get something to eat?” “Typical Ketchum…..” Meanwhile, under the oak tree, Adam had filled Zack in on why Ash did what he did. Zack, meanwhile had been arguing a bit with Amy….. “Zack, I don’t care what he did to me, you know you can’t change like that just to hit some guy!” “He was goin’ for you what did you expect me to do!?” “Well you didn’t have to turn your hand to granite did you!” “He deserved it!” “No-one deserves that!” “He deserved it! “No he didn’t!” “Heh…Look at me, I’m shouting at you like a total idiot, hardly makes me any better than that Ash kid.... just another prat…” “Hey, don’t talk like that! The Ketchum kid doesn’t even compare to you, he’s an arsehole, and you’re a great guy.” She put her arms round his chest and hugged him, he returned the favor. Tarquin and Ash’s room had a window that looked straight out over the tree, and ash could see Zack and Amy pretty clearly. He shut the blind. He lay on his bed, wondering where Misty was, wondering what his mom was doing, wondering why he was wondering why he was confused from wondering. Eventually, the strain on his miniscule brain sent him into a deep, dopey sleep. Suddenly lights were all around him, flashing different colors, then Brock tumbled through the air in front of him, then orange penguins sung the national anthem, Misty swum past him in a skimpy bikini, and he tried to follow her, but ended up just flailing in mid air, then everyone waved to him, as Zack’s fist came down on the top of his head and he fell, falling….falling…. He opened his eyes, and he was on his bed, panting like a wet dog. Well, there goes part 1, hopefully you guys’ll enjoy it a bit more than my first fic, (Well let’s be honest, It sucked) But, please R+R, as I now have my own PC! The address is Stan.On.Wheels@Gmail.com but you could just click the cool pokemon tower ‘CONTACT ME’ box at the top of the page!