Power Shot
Reignited with Ego!
After Hoenn: The Journey of Faith
This fic is rated PG-13, for alcoholic references and some sexual diolague.
Note that this shipping fic is something for me to do. Meaning, I’m really bored right now and I want reviews on my stories. No one seems to like reviewing my Zelda Fics, so I’m trying my hand at shipping.
This story will take place ten years after Hoenn, or Pokemon Advanced Battle. It will be the story of May and Ash, as they attempt to find each other.
It will dabble a tad in Contest Shipping, but it will be important to the story.
Now for a speech: I try to venture outside the standards when I think of an idea. I think outside the box, what haven't I seen in an Advance fic. Bear that in mind.
Ages:
Ash- Twenty-five
May- Twenty-four
Max- Nineteen
Brock: Thirty
Drew: Twenty-five
Those are all the ages I feel like writing now. It will update if I need to.
Chapter One- Reunion of Lost Friends
It was raining.
May peddled home, anxious not to be late. Her husband Drew never did like her going out on the foolish vehicle, as he called it. He just wants to control me, May thought sadly, a tear falling on her cheek. It had been three years since that fateful day, her wedding to the coordinator, and she wished she could just take it back.
Back then, Drew loved her, cherished her, and worshiped the ground she walked on. Now he was controlling, always demanding things of her, never satisfied. Ever since that day, when she had last seen her friends.
Brock was in Kanto, a rough gym leader of Pewter City. Max still came, though it was never long enough. He had his own journey to complete, for he was a skilled Pokemon trainer by now. They had drifted away from her, leaving her with Drew.
And what of Ash? No one knew where he was, not even his own mother. He had left on one final journey, but never came back. The rumors were he had given up his dream of being a Pokemon master, that he had died, far away from civilization, without Pikachu at his side. Ash had given his Pokemon to Oak, the professor in Pallet Town, except for Pikachu, who had been given to Max.
He had left everyone heartbroken with grief, still bring May to tears when she remembered that it was her fault he had gone. “I’m sorry Ash,” she whispered to herself for the millionth time, as she came up to her home. Drew provided for her, he was still in the coordinator’s stage, but something in May shut down after her wedding, and she stopped going to competitions, fading away entirely from the face of the world. Now she was known as Drew’s wife, she hadn’t a friend in the world.
Her house was cozy, it wasn’t all that big, but May didn’t care. She and Drew lived on the outskirts of Petalburg, close enough to bike to her mother and father on good days. It had two floors, was built of wood, and was a happy place for Drew.
May, on the other hand, sighed when she reached the house, and went through her door as she had millions of times before. She walked into the kitchen with her shopping, drenched and soaked in its bags.
“I’m home Drew,” she muttered to the house, before setting her shopping down on the chairs in the dining room. She was wearing a coat, a soft blue one, but it did little to stop the cold in her heart.
“Where’d you go?” came back the voice of her husband, who followed the voice towards her. “Did you get the stuff?” He was taller now, and muscular than in the days past. Behind him, the TV was turned on to the Coordinator’s Channel, playing footage from an earlier battle about himself.
“To the store, and yes,” May answered, sinking down into a chair in front of the TV. “What’s this?” she asked, looking at what was on the TV. There was a picture of her husband and his prized Pokemon.
“Oh, they asked me if they could do a special about me,” Drew replied, digging through the sacks to get to his things. “All right! Pokeblocks! Thanks May.” He walked over, and kissed her forehead.
“It’s nothing,” May answered wearily, as her husband walked away.
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Far away, in the desert of Orre, a man walked through the streets.
He had a mane of black hair, grown long from years of neglect, coming up to being compared to a lion‘s mane. His eyes were fierce, intense from the years of training, the color of night. His face was built along the lines of a trainer, for that was what he was.
Ash had long since discarded the ridiculous hat he had worn for many years. His attire was more in tune with a rouge. He now wore a red vest, jackets in Orre were considered useless. His muscles had long before grown in bulk, giving him the physique of a movie star. He wore a v-neck white shirt under the vest, with a little necklace tied around his neck.
His pants had not changed, he still wore the same brand he had always donned, but now they were colored black. Steeled-toed boots were worn in place of sneakers, and he now had on different gloves, black and reaching to halfway up his forearm.
He was very intimidating, and everyone treated him with the utmost respect, he had a team that could kill.
He may have given up Pikachu to Max, but his fighters and he had done nothing but train for three years. He was mocked only once for having a team of not fully evolved Pokemon, and no one dare to insult them again.
His Pokemon had not evolved much, but they had grown in strength. Grovyle, his grass Pokemon was first, followed by Quilava, which had evolved from his little fire type Pokemon. Third was Swellow, a flying type with such speed it flew like a blur. His fourth Pokemon was Muk, a poison type with stench to match. His fifth team member was Donphan, a ground type that had evolved from Phanny. And last, his water type was Kingler, a crab Pokemon. He had only taken those six from Oak, but they were enough.
He had given up on being a Pokemon Master, though it was his dream. He now lived in the desert region of Oore, earning his money from waged battles, illegal everywhere except the desert country. His faith had been shattered, as his ability to love.
May, he thought miserably, she did not haunt his dreams as she once did, but Ash had long since lost his emotions. He had died inside and out, spreading the rumor of his death, for he wished to be left alone.
His love had been great for her, he missed everyone dreadfully. Brock and Max no longer knew where he was, Pikachu had probably forgotten about him. He had left Pikachu with Max, for he did not wish to condemn Pikachu to his life.
He walked into his favorite bar, The Flopping Magicarp, and ordered their strongest drink, shoving the coins into the waiter’s hand.
“Get me the usual,” he muttered, his voice had matured to, becoming gruff through years of exposure to desert sand. The waiter was still standing near him, as if he remembered something.
“NOW,” Ash ordered, causing the waiter to jump.
“Y-yes s-sir, mister Keean,” the waiter stammered, running off to the kitchens.
Keean, the assumed name Ash had adapted since coming to Orre. Ever since he had decided to leave his former life, he fashioned himself a new name, as everyone believed him to be dead. Just as he liked it, here he could forget about May.
May…
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May woke up with a start in front of the fireplace in her home. She had felt cold and put in a few logs, Drew was far too busy training to notice her. On her chest was a copy of her favorite book, Pirates of the Hoenn Seas. Ash’s last gift to her before he disappeared.
The front cover was dedicated to the portrait of two lover’s sharing a kiss upon the pirate ship, excitement she longed for. She looked at the ring on her finger, and sighed in resignation.
She used to have such an exciting life, traveling everywhere with Ash, Max, and Brock. She saw such amazing things, and found true love.
But not with Ash, who was so absorbed in his Pokemon he never paid attention to what was right under his nose. Drew joined them, and he and May came together, though May often wondered if it was all just to get Ash to notice her.
Regardless, he left her right after her wedding. Drew had been so nice and caring, but marriage had revealed a side of him that caused May to stop loving him. Ash destroyed all his contacts, and died far away.
May began to cry again, she was a prisoner of her own confused feelings. Tears dripping down her cheeks, she heard a knock on the door.
Who could that be? May wondered, brushing away her tears and walking towards the door. Drew is the one with the key, not me.
“Who is it?” she asked the door tentatively, worried of the thought of burglars.
“It’s me sis,” came back a muffled voice, but May knew who it was.
She opened the door to find Max standing out in the rain, along with a tall, tanned gym leader May knew only too well.
“MAX! BROCK!” she shouted in joy, wrapping her arms around both. It had been a year since she’d seen them. Brock looked the same as ever, but Max was now a tall teenager. He still wore his geeky glasses, but had exchanged the clothes he used to wear with a blue sweater and dark blue pants. He also had a fang earring through his left ear. On his shoulder was Pikachu, Ash’s old Pokemon. “It’s been so long.”
“Pika!” it shouted excitedly, leaping off its trainer’s shoulders to the woman.
“It’s nice to see you too May,” Brock replied, releasing her from his massive arms. “I know how it is out here for you.”
“Oh no, everything’s fine,” May answered them, scratching Pikachu‘s ears. “I love it out here.”
Max looked comical. “’I love it out here,’” he imitated in a shrill voice. “Who are you kidding sis?”
“Yeah, you look worse than when we saw you last,” Brock commented, sitting down in the kitchen. “Has life with Drew really got you that down?”
“Pi?” Pikachu asked, concerned.
“No, of course not,” May laughed, playing on the silly and sad act she donned whenever she had guests. “What about you? What brings you all the way here from Kanto Brock?” she inquired, taking their coats away, before sitting down. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Yeah, could I have a brew?” Brock asked, reclining in his seat, he’d been journeying for a long time. “I ran into Max while he was battling in Kanto, and he said that you were lonely, so here we are.”
“You traveled all the way to Hoenn to say hi?” May asked incredulously, she didn’t believe it for a minute. She handed Brock the drink, “What are you really here for Brock?” she inquired, sitting back into her favorite chair.
“Is your husband here May?” Brock asked seriously, looking around while sipping the cool beer.
“Yeah, he’s out back. Why?”
“It’s Ash May. We think he’s still alive.”
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Ash wandered out of the bar, it was almost night time. “I really need to stop wasting my days in that place,” he muttered, heading home.
Home for him was deep in the desert, a good two miles out of town. Ash didn’t mind though, he wasn’t a bodybuilder, but he’d managed to live with how far away his home was. It was a simple one floor house, probably abandoned from Wes’s times, when the Shadow Pokemon began. It had a shanty roof, with two rooms, a living room and a bedroom, along with a single bathroom.
Ash needed little, so it suited him nicely. He pushed through his small door to the squander that surrounded his home. The walls were drably colored a grey-yellow color, with much of the wallpaper deteriorating. In his rooms, his furniture consisted of a single couch, a refrigerator, and a bed. On the walls were hung pictures of the Pokemon Ash had traveled with, as well as the many trophies he had won.
Above his bed, there was a picture he had been meaning to remove from his home, but never got around to. It hung in a silver frame, bordered by flowers. In it was a picture of a young woman, with her Pokemon. She had brown hair, eyes that shined like stars, and was the only thing that gave his life happiness.
May’s picture.
“I‘m sorry May,” Ash muttered for the millionth time, before collapsing into his bed and falling asleep. He had his yearly pilgrimage, to wish his mother a happy birthday.
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I know, it sucks for a first chapter, but I would like reviews, it's my first time trying Shipping so I'd like input. It may not seem like much now, but it will get better if I get reviews.
I am not kidding, I desprately need reviews, as I tend to think that all my writing sucks unless told otherwise.
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