Kutie Pie
"It is my destiny."
Well, due to requests from the other one-shot, here's a song-fic you're sure to love. This is based on the song The Time has Come as seen in the title. If you are vulnerable to touching stories or is an Ash and Pikachu fan, tissues are needed. Enjoy!
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The Time has Come
Ash Ketchum walked into the forest that once held a secret pack of Pikachu many years ago, back when he was on his journey. His best buddy, a yellow rodent with a lighting-bolt-shaped tail, stripes on its back, and electrical sacs hidden in his red cheeks on its face, a Pikachu, was walking along-side him silently.
They've been friends for many, many years and Ash was an elder. His once onyx-colored, messy hair had now become longer and gray and he had grown a beard. His chocolate brown eyes have become duller as he aged and he's grown very fatigued.
I close my eyes
And I can see
The day we met
Just one moment and I knew
You're my best friend
Do anything
For you
Ash was diagnosed with cancer and was close to his death-bed. His pal had also gotten old, but there was nothing wrong with him internally. Pikachu was healthy, but upon closer inspection, one could see he was becoming slowly blind. As Ash kept on walking, his precious memories of him and his buddy returned in a great amount of detail as if they happened just yesterday. Oh yes. They were very precious...
Ash winced in pain and ceased his walking. Pikachu, sensing his master's pain, gazed worriedly up at him with the little vision he had left, afraid Ash's knee cancer was taking over him again. He chirped in the language only Ash understood. <You okay friend?> he asked quietly.
"I'm fine," Ash muttered half-truthfully. He continued his gait further into the forest with only his rodent and the late-afternoon sun to keep him company as the memories returned faster than normal.
We've gone so far
And done so much
And I feel
Like we've always been together
Right by my side
Through thick and thin
You're a part of my life
I'll always remember
One of them was when Ash and his friends, his current wife, Misty, who was a red-head tom-boy with bright aqua eyes then, and Brock, a teen who dreamed of becoming a breeder, found a wild pack of Pikachu near where he was. Jessie, a red-headed woman with piercing blue eyes and a bratty attitude, James, a lilac-haired man with lime-green eyes that bored menacingly into other peoples' and Meowth, a cream-colored cat with a gold coin on its forehead who could walk and talk like a normal human, members of an evil organization led by a nasty, merciless man named Giovanni, called Team Rocket, they tried to capture the Pikachu, but failed.
Ash noticed that Pikachu had grown attached to the others, so shaken with sobs, he made his decision to leave Pikachu there and ran off, his short memories of him returning in a flash. On the hill, he heard a tiny voice and turning around, he caught Pikachu in his arms, embracing him in a hug. This signaled to him they were best of pals and vowed to himself never to let him go.
Today, however, Ash wanted to do something for Pikachu once last time before he would pass away unexpectantly. He told Misty a little bit about his plan for Pikachu, but didn't give it all away. He wanted it a secret from everyone, including Pikachu.
The time has come
It's for the best, I know it
Who could have guessed that you and I
Somehow, someday
We have to say good-bye
Another memory came when Pikachu had forgotten its memory back in the Hoenn region where they met May, a brunette who faced her fear of Pokemon on her journey along with her little brother, Max, who was as smart as a PokeDex and encyclopedia mixed. Meowth found him after he ran off, confused, and slyly told him he was a part of Team Rocket. Because poor Pikachu forgot everything about Ash, he believed Meowth.
When Ash found him with Team Rocket, he desperately tried to restore his memory, but the damage had been done. However, when Pikachu fell into a near-by raging river, it hit its head and was knocked unconscious as the memories miraculously came back. Ash then had heroically dove in to save him and was glad Pikachu was back to normal.
Pikachu glanced up again at his dying master and frowned. He knew Ash's time was nearly up and it wouldn't be long before he'd pass on. The doctors said sixteen months was how long he would live and seventeen has passed. Yes, Ash was strong, but by the looks of it, maybe he wasn't at all.
You helped me find
The strength inside
And the courage
To make my dreams come true
How will I find
Another friend
Like you
The best one Ash could remember was his first day as a Trainer and when they met for the very first time. Pikachu then had loathed him and didn't bother to obey him. But then, Ash angered a flock of Spearow and Pikachu was pecked close to death. Encountering Misty, he took her bike and it started to pour with heavy rain with an electrical storm included along. He didn't get very far for the ground became slippery and Ash crashed.
The Spearow then found them and Pikachu watched as Ash stupidly, but bravely, stood in front of the advancing Pokemon, ready to protect his only Pokemon. Pikachu felt his owner's love and with the last of its strength leaped in front and with help from the storm, unleashed a powerful Thundershock, scaring away the Spearow.
Since that fateful day, Ash had thanked his friend often for saving his life. His wife and children wondered why he didn't do that that morning, but let him go off into the woods with Pikachu alone.
So yes, there were sad memories that came back, but at the end of each of them, they got better. Today, however, it wouldn't. Maybe it would for Pikachu, but not for him.
Of course, what choice did he have?
Good to all kind
That's what we are
And it seems
Like we were always winning
For as our team
Is torn apart
I wish we could go
Back to the beginning
Finally Ash stopped near a rotten stump where they had remembered seeing some wild Pikachu. His companion looked around, sniffing the air. A familiar odor still lingered, but the Pikachu were long gone. They had left to avoid encountering with more humans.
Ash bent down as much as he could and patted Pikachu's head. "You remember this place, do you?" he whispered.
Pikachu nodded. <Yes. It still looks the same when we last left it.>
"Do you know why we're here?"
<Not really,> he squeaked out a lie. Pikachu knew what was going to happen, but it was a question.
Was he going to let him go?
The time has come
It's for the best, I know it
Who could have guessed that you and I
Somehow, someway
We have to say good-bye
Pikachu faced his master for the last time, tears in his eyes.
"Good-bye old pal," Ash said quietly, giving him a hug. Pikachu returned it, waiting for his thanks. But it didn't come.
Ash slowly got up, gazed at his friend one last time with strangely no tears in his eyes, and walked away. Pikachu didn't dare go after him. He knew it was for the best. He'd rather be free then watch a friend struggle with death and mourn.
But he was going to anyway. He'd find out eventually. Pikachu would visit the graveyards everyday to look for his master's name and try and feel his presense if he lost his vision completely beforehand. If Pikachu did find Ash's tombstone or presense as a spirit, he would know he had passed on.
Pikachu waited for Ash to disappear over the same hill he had decided to stay with his companion and then walked off in the opposite direction for a new home in the wilderness where he was born at and would soon die.
"Good-bye Pikachu," a young boy's voice pierced and echoed through-out the forest, filled with sadness with tears mixed in. "Good-bye pal. Thank you for everything."
Pikachu looked back to see if Ash was visible again. For a minute, however, he saw a young boy in an official Pokemon League hat, a blue jacket with a dark green shirt underneath, jeans, tennis shoes, green gloves and short, messy ebony hair, his dark eyes filled with tears of joy that trickled down his face that had ziz-zag shapes on each cheek. When Pikachu blinked, the boy was gone.
Choking on his tears, Pikachu called back, hoping Ash could hear, <Good-bye Ash, old friend! I'll never forget you!> Then he ran off into the woods, tears pouring from his oculars and dissolving into the setting sun's rays.
The time has come. Time for a new life. A new life back home in the wilderness, forever free.
Somehow, today
We have to say good-bye
Forever...
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I would like to thank Brian Powell for inspiring me to create song-fic one-shots back before I became a member. If I didn't read them, then this wouldn't have existed.
I do not own Pokemon nor the song. The song was sung by Martee Lebowe and not made up from a teenager's mind.
Thank you for reading this new one-shot. Opinions are required. Thanks for reading!
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♥Kutie Pie♥ Please be kind to midgets!
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The Time has Come
Ash Ketchum walked into the forest that once held a secret pack of Pikachu many years ago, back when he was on his journey. His best buddy, a yellow rodent with a lighting-bolt-shaped tail, stripes on its back, and electrical sacs hidden in his red cheeks on its face, a Pikachu, was walking along-side him silently.
They've been friends for many, many years and Ash was an elder. His once onyx-colored, messy hair had now become longer and gray and he had grown a beard. His chocolate brown eyes have become duller as he aged and he's grown very fatigued.
I close my eyes
And I can see
The day we met
Just one moment and I knew
You're my best friend
Do anything
For you
Ash was diagnosed with cancer and was close to his death-bed. His pal had also gotten old, but there was nothing wrong with him internally. Pikachu was healthy, but upon closer inspection, one could see he was becoming slowly blind. As Ash kept on walking, his precious memories of him and his buddy returned in a great amount of detail as if they happened just yesterday. Oh yes. They were very precious...
Ash winced in pain and ceased his walking. Pikachu, sensing his master's pain, gazed worriedly up at him with the little vision he had left, afraid Ash's knee cancer was taking over him again. He chirped in the language only Ash understood. <You okay friend?> he asked quietly.
"I'm fine," Ash muttered half-truthfully. He continued his gait further into the forest with only his rodent and the late-afternoon sun to keep him company as the memories returned faster than normal.
We've gone so far
And done so much
And I feel
Like we've always been together
Right by my side
Through thick and thin
You're a part of my life
I'll always remember
One of them was when Ash and his friends, his current wife, Misty, who was a red-head tom-boy with bright aqua eyes then, and Brock, a teen who dreamed of becoming a breeder, found a wild pack of Pikachu near where he was. Jessie, a red-headed woman with piercing blue eyes and a bratty attitude, James, a lilac-haired man with lime-green eyes that bored menacingly into other peoples' and Meowth, a cream-colored cat with a gold coin on its forehead who could walk and talk like a normal human, members of an evil organization led by a nasty, merciless man named Giovanni, called Team Rocket, they tried to capture the Pikachu, but failed.
Ash noticed that Pikachu had grown attached to the others, so shaken with sobs, he made his decision to leave Pikachu there and ran off, his short memories of him returning in a flash. On the hill, he heard a tiny voice and turning around, he caught Pikachu in his arms, embracing him in a hug. This signaled to him they were best of pals and vowed to himself never to let him go.
Today, however, Ash wanted to do something for Pikachu once last time before he would pass away unexpectantly. He told Misty a little bit about his plan for Pikachu, but didn't give it all away. He wanted it a secret from everyone, including Pikachu.
The time has come
It's for the best, I know it
Who could have guessed that you and I
Somehow, someday
We have to say good-bye
Another memory came when Pikachu had forgotten its memory back in the Hoenn region where they met May, a brunette who faced her fear of Pokemon on her journey along with her little brother, Max, who was as smart as a PokeDex and encyclopedia mixed. Meowth found him after he ran off, confused, and slyly told him he was a part of Team Rocket. Because poor Pikachu forgot everything about Ash, he believed Meowth.
When Ash found him with Team Rocket, he desperately tried to restore his memory, but the damage had been done. However, when Pikachu fell into a near-by raging river, it hit its head and was knocked unconscious as the memories miraculously came back. Ash then had heroically dove in to save him and was glad Pikachu was back to normal.
Pikachu glanced up again at his dying master and frowned. He knew Ash's time was nearly up and it wouldn't be long before he'd pass on. The doctors said sixteen months was how long he would live and seventeen has passed. Yes, Ash was strong, but by the looks of it, maybe he wasn't at all.
You helped me find
The strength inside
And the courage
To make my dreams come true
How will I find
Another friend
Like you
The best one Ash could remember was his first day as a Trainer and when they met for the very first time. Pikachu then had loathed him and didn't bother to obey him. But then, Ash angered a flock of Spearow and Pikachu was pecked close to death. Encountering Misty, he took her bike and it started to pour with heavy rain with an electrical storm included along. He didn't get very far for the ground became slippery and Ash crashed.
The Spearow then found them and Pikachu watched as Ash stupidly, but bravely, stood in front of the advancing Pokemon, ready to protect his only Pokemon. Pikachu felt his owner's love and with the last of its strength leaped in front and with help from the storm, unleashed a powerful Thundershock, scaring away the Spearow.
Since that fateful day, Ash had thanked his friend often for saving his life. His wife and children wondered why he didn't do that that morning, but let him go off into the woods with Pikachu alone.
So yes, there were sad memories that came back, but at the end of each of them, they got better. Today, however, it wouldn't. Maybe it would for Pikachu, but not for him.
Of course, what choice did he have?
Good to all kind
That's what we are
And it seems
Like we were always winning
For as our team
Is torn apart
I wish we could go
Back to the beginning
Finally Ash stopped near a rotten stump where they had remembered seeing some wild Pikachu. His companion looked around, sniffing the air. A familiar odor still lingered, but the Pikachu were long gone. They had left to avoid encountering with more humans.
Ash bent down as much as he could and patted Pikachu's head. "You remember this place, do you?" he whispered.
Pikachu nodded. <Yes. It still looks the same when we last left it.>
"Do you know why we're here?"
<Not really,> he squeaked out a lie. Pikachu knew what was going to happen, but it was a question.
Was he going to let him go?
The time has come
It's for the best, I know it
Who could have guessed that you and I
Somehow, someway
We have to say good-bye
Pikachu faced his master for the last time, tears in his eyes.
"Good-bye old pal," Ash said quietly, giving him a hug. Pikachu returned it, waiting for his thanks. But it didn't come.
Ash slowly got up, gazed at his friend one last time with strangely no tears in his eyes, and walked away. Pikachu didn't dare go after him. He knew it was for the best. He'd rather be free then watch a friend struggle with death and mourn.
But he was going to anyway. He'd find out eventually. Pikachu would visit the graveyards everyday to look for his master's name and try and feel his presense if he lost his vision completely beforehand. If Pikachu did find Ash's tombstone or presense as a spirit, he would know he had passed on.
Pikachu waited for Ash to disappear over the same hill he had decided to stay with his companion and then walked off in the opposite direction for a new home in the wilderness where he was born at and would soon die.
"Good-bye Pikachu," a young boy's voice pierced and echoed through-out the forest, filled with sadness with tears mixed in. "Good-bye pal. Thank you for everything."
Pikachu looked back to see if Ash was visible again. For a minute, however, he saw a young boy in an official Pokemon League hat, a blue jacket with a dark green shirt underneath, jeans, tennis shoes, green gloves and short, messy ebony hair, his dark eyes filled with tears of joy that trickled down his face that had ziz-zag shapes on each cheek. When Pikachu blinked, the boy was gone.
Choking on his tears, Pikachu called back, hoping Ash could hear, <Good-bye Ash, old friend! I'll never forget you!> Then he ran off into the woods, tears pouring from his oculars and dissolving into the setting sun's rays.
The time has come. Time for a new life. A new life back home in the wilderness, forever free.
Somehow, today
We have to say good-bye
Forever...
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I would like to thank Brian Powell for inspiring me to create song-fic one-shots back before I became a member. If I didn't read them, then this wouldn't have existed.
I do not own Pokemon nor the song. The song was sung by Martee Lebowe and not made up from a teenager's mind.
Thank you for reading this new one-shot. Opinions are required. Thanks for reading!
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♥Kutie Pie♥ Please be kind to midgets!
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