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Chosen One

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Ash knows he’s strong, with eight journeys under his belt it’s kinda expected. And add on the title of “ The Chosen One “ Ash would need to be really physically fit to deal with all the bullshit the God like Pokemon yeet his way. 


But it’s gotten to the point where Ash doesn’t fully realize just how strong he's gotten. 


Most of his friends didn’t really see much of it, and Ash didn’t really pay much attention to it, they were out in the woods for most of the duration of their journey so it didn’t really matter. 


Brock was also amazingly fit, he would tell Ash and their other companions on how he stayed fit - mostly working alongside his Pokemon to a degree - and also healthy, hence why he usually does the cooking. Iris is another friend that comes to mind, the natural wild ability outshined Ash’s unnatural strength, speed, and appetite . Her own was just as bad and Cilan always had to buy in bulk somewhat everytime they were in a city. 


Everyone that was by his side had some kind of unnatural talent, may it be food, competing, designing, or something else. 


He also can be very wise past his years, from the things he has seen it’s no doubt why he acts like a kid all the time, there's times to be serious - when the world is ending and he’s the trump car - and the rest is to be a kid. 


Like how he’s supposed to be .


But every now and again Ash’s very unnatural abilities were pushed straight into the spotlight where no one could ignore it for the time being. 




Brock tried to help calm all of the little Pokemon that were trapped on a small dirt platform that was disappearing in the raging river that was rising before he felt May yanked him back from the edge, turning around he was about to yell at the younger girl until he saw why she did it.


Ash was running at full speed at the group… carrying a very large tree log, Max was a little way behind him, the kids little legs couldn’t keep up with the ecrutating space Ash set. 


Brock watch, completely flabbergasted as this tiny kid, barely reaching five feet in height, chuck a twenty plus foot log at least a yard away from the river like it was just a toothpick. 


But the log ended up being the perfect thing they needed, both sides are able to get to each other now and the scared Pokemon can now get to safety.


Brock was about to cross when Ash jumped in front of him and easily ran across the log - like there isn’t a very dangerous raging river that could easily kill the young kid in seconds - and landed on the other side.


He started to help the Pokemon onto the log, always keeping an eye on them as he set the next one on top. Until he got to the last Pokemon, it was a Poochyena. The poor Pokemon was limping and whining at the trainer. 


Picking up the wolf Pokemon, Ash easily cleared the log for the last time before a giant wave of water knocked down and pulled it away quickly down the river. 


Brock just realized his lungs were burning from the lack of air he was not breathing in. gasping he ran back to their backpacks to grab the Pokemons first aid kit and tried to jog back but his lugs were screaming at him, Max soon came and got the kit from him so May and Ash could help the poor Pokemon. 


And that happened in the afternoon, it was night time now and he could hear the nocturnal Pokemon calling out to each other outside the tent he was sharing with Ash and Pikachu. The two were sleeping away soundly.


Ash was on his side facing Brock with Pikachu laying between his arms curled up in a loose ball with ears. Tiny puffs of air came from both of them as their chest raised and fell in sync. 


Brock chuckled quietly, he was glad both May and Max were asleep because they would have called him out from how crazy it sounded. And Brock thinks he has the right to be a little crazed at what he saw from today. 


Ash, a Thirteen year old chucked a tree log that was four times his height.


Brock has seen some things okay? But Ash will always be a mystery to him, but the only thing he can probabaly do right now is try and keep him alive and help the kid from killing himself in a stupid dangerouse stunt. 




Dawn stared in amazement as she watched Ash from her room’s balcony at the Pokemon center they were staying in, Brock was out getting some much needed food supply along with medical stuff Dawn really couldn’t think about right now. Her attention was on Ash. 


The fifteen year old boy was playing with a group of Riolus and two Lucarios. 


The trio had entered the Pokemon center right when a Lucario breeder was checking in, the two Lucario’s that must have been the mom and dad were taking care and keeping an eye on a group of five Riolu - one of them was even a Riolu that was more yellow and blue, both Brock and the breeder exclaimed it was a shiny Pokemon! - but it all went to dust when they spotted Ash. 


Even the Lucario didn’t want to leave the raven haired teen’s side. Ash just laughed as the breeder tried to apologize, waving away the apology Ash and the breeder got on like a house fire. 


And soon enough Ash was playing chase with the group of Pokemon on the battlefield since it was empty. 


Dawn didn’t know why the Lucarios and Riolus liked Ash so much, but she didn’t question it for the time being and went to go take a nap with Piplup. 


It wasn’t until much later, when Brock got back and saw ash and the Pokemon playing did he get a sad far away look that Ash coppied when he greeted the Breeder and doctor in training. 


It wasn’t until much later, when it was after dinner time and everyone except Nurse Joy should have been asleep did Brock knock on her door and let himself in. 


And that night Dawn learned about Aura and how the bond between Ash and the Lucarios and Riolu was so precious.


Dawn goes to sleep that night with the stories of a Dying Lucario and a staff with a crystal in the middle. 


And she doesn’t know if she should comfort Ash in the morning or quietly sob in her pillow until sun rise. 



Tracey couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing right now. 


Ash’s hands were fucking rawed to put into perspective, and Charzards tail was still flickering dimly. 


Tracey asked if Ash felt anything and the kid dead straight stared into the older boys eyes head on and blandly stated, no he did not. 


Tracey has never been scared of a younger kid in all his life until now, Misty’s own anger didn’t and couldn’t hold a lit candle to Ash’s unwavering expression of determination. 


Tracey let Misty drill Ash about percautions and safty mesures to warm up the trainers Charzard and how utterly stupid Ash was thinking of going with just his hands, good thing he knoes how to tape up hands - his oldest uncle made sure of that before going to war and coming back in a coffin - and heads because Misty lookes like she’s about to split the twelve year old noggin down the middle. 


But he interjected and brought up towels so that Ash can warm up Charzard and keep his newly bandages safe from the large lizards rough skin. 


The kid must have been up all night because the next day the large fire lizard was up and ready for the rematch. 


And they actually won .


And the small kid flung himself forward to Charzard, both Misty and himself were about to call out to Ash in fear of the Pokemon flaming the raven haired kid again. 


But that was not the case at all, Charzard easily caught Ash and hugged its trainer before letting off a large flame thrower as it still clung onto the kid. 


Tracy almost fainted right then and there on the sandy beach. 



Iris watched in horror in the tiny open helicopter next to Cilan, they could only stare as the Sword of The Veil go haywire and lift up into space. Where Ash would surely die from lack of oxygen. 


Cilan did a full body shiver next to her, turning to the bright green male she could see he was trying not to cry, and that's when it fully hit her. 


Ash was going to die


And the only thing going through her mind was how many times she called him a little kid, this wasn’t a thing a little kid could do - or even want to do - they would curl up and cry. But not Ash, he’s probably guilting himself over about how he could bring Victini to the sea. And that is such an Ash thing he would do. 


But all to soon another wave of sadness crashed into her as she lost sight of the castle, she could only clutch Axel and abruptly turn into Cilan to scream and cry. 


And Cilan wasn’t far behind with the water work, clutching onto Iris and tucking his face into the top of her head. The pain was horrible. 


The adults in the front didn’t say anything about them in the back seat, and the two were grateful for that. 


They didn’t know how long they cried until the Mayor shouted something in glee. 


Both looking up to see the edge of the castle, Golem soon blasted down to greet them happily and motioned the Mayor to fly up when safe.


Both Zekrom and Reshiram could be made visible as they lead the structure down slowly. 


All to soon did they Mayor land the tiny helicopter on a patch of building, both Cilan and Iris jumped out of it as soon as it touched the ground, bolting to the inside of the building to see Ash standing up steady and strong with Pikachu standing next to him on the floor. 


Iris was the first to reach him, tackling him straight on. Ash stumbled as he caught her and stumbled again as Cilan slinged around his shoulder to brace the shorters back. 


Ash didn’t say anything as he felt his Shirt get suspiciously wet on his shoulder. 


Iris didn’t care how Ash survived, all that matters is that he did and he’s here .



Misty couldn’t breathe, it felt like she was trapped underwater and her arms and legs were chained together. 


Ash was riding a legendary Pokemon, he was riding a God into battle between three other Gods


And Misty can’t fathom that this little child - this eleven year old kid - being the proclaimed “ Chosen One “ she just can’t get her brain to wrap around the idea. 


But Lugia said it, and Misty had to watch Ash cry before he faced the fact with so much determination that it scared Misty straight to her core. 


But after everything? When all is said and done? 


When the weather isn’t acting crazy around the world anymore, the ice in the ocean is long gone, and the Pokemon - both wild and caught - aren’t acting like the world is about the end did Ash walked into her room without knocking and laid down beside her with Pikachu in tow. 


They didn’t say anything that night, not one of them could sleep - Tracey joined them sometime around two in the morning - and that was okay for them. 


They didn’t need to say anything, they were okay with the silence for once. 




Clemot couldn’t believe what he was seeing on the big screen in the room with the giant machine that's controlling Zygarde. 


There’s Ash, strung up next to his team with Greninja under him, taking the power that can control a Legendary Pokemon and fighting back.


He and Greninja are winning against Lysanders control.


The Gym Leader can only stare in awe as Ash and Greninja successfully break out of the evil man's attempt of control and Break their chains also.


The way Ash had out right screamed of pure rage ; “ Fight me , Lysander! “, will haunt his nightmares until his dying days. 


The Blond boys were running on high, Clembot was no more and Ash was still fighting with the boss of Team Flare, now backed by Alain and Malva. His speech was being echoed on every news cast as an international new helicopter was broadcasting live as the four fight. 


Ash’s speech was amazing and something that sounded just so… Ash 


Nobody could be anything like him. They can try but Ash is special and there's a reason why, Clemots just to chicken shit to find out for himself. 


He was just glad that they all survived the final fight, Ash and Greninja dropped to their knees in execution. Bonnie, Serena, and himself ran as fast as they could to the pair and the rest of Ash’s Pokemon.


Looking up Ash was noticeably covered in the most dirt and blood than anyone else on the battlefield, but they didn’t care. Ash didn’t care. 


The seventeen year old just smiled tiredly and opened his arms, he probably meant for someone to help him up since his legs must feel like pure lead, but Bonnie zoomed into his arms for a big hug, cry all the while into his tattered and bloody shirt.


And just smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes as he shushed Clemonts little sister. 


Clemont doesn’t know how his brain is going to take all of this in, but he’s just glad to collapse onto Ash’s back and Serena onto the oldest teens shoulder. 


Everything is not okay, but it will be with time and effort. 




Gary know’s Ash, don’t listen to a single thing Misty says about him, he knows Ash. 


But what he doesn’t know about is Ash’s scars, he never heard the smaller teen bring them up in conversation and that was okay. 


Gary won’t ask, and Ash won’t tell. 


But he has seen them, sometimes when both of them are home from whatever place they’ve been too. 


Sometimes Ash would call or text him to come over in the middle of the night, Pikachu alone can’t keep the nightmares at bay, and Gary will come. Like a Knight will go to save the Princess from harm. 


But Gary can’t really do anything, he can’t command his Pokemon to attack his best friends nightmares and fears, he can’t logically find a way to make them not sound as horrible as Ash’s mother describes them. Their memories of what happened , they’ll always be there. 


Just like how Gary will always try to be by Ash’s side when he needs some silent comfort. 


Another thing, Gary and Ash never talk about them, but Gary will touch the scars. 


Running his fingers around the shorter's rib and catalog everything on his back - Ash never lets Gary see the front. And the brunette is okay with that - like it’s a puzzle he can’t solve. 


They’ll do this in complete silence until the sun starts to peak into the room and Blacky and Pikcachu will wake up and streach on the floor. 


Gary is always be the first one to break the heavy weight that falls on them when this happens. He’ll drape his arms around the Raven haired teens waist and plant his face in the, surprisingly, soft hair and whisper; 


“ You’re strong , and you are loved , “ 


And they would sit there as Ash’s body shakes, Gary never comments on it. He’s not that much of a dick.




Kahuna Hala raised an eyebrow as both Professor Kukui and his border - Ash - offer to help him move the logs from the road and back into the cart they were being carried in. agree in complete amusement he watched as Ash’s Pikachu hopped of its trainer’s shoulder as the boy got ready to lift a log. 


His amusement soon slipped away as he watched Ash lift two logs that were three times the teens size and place them in the cart easily. 


He was…. Hala was not expecting that result at all, the teen looked to scrawny to pack any muscles. But here he is slowly making his way of the logs on the ground. 


Kukui whistled in amazement also next to him, the Professor must have not known of the boy’s strength also. 


Something flashed on the boys right wrist and the Kahuna raised his eyebrow again.


His missing Zring, and the one with the Electrium Z also. 


Tapu “ 


Hala whipped his head up as he watched a wind with a flew leaves roll past him, looking back at the boy who stepped aside as the Police squadron got to the scene to get the middle of the pile. He watched as Ash and Officer Jenny smile at each other brightly as she thanked the young teen for helping. 


So, tapu Koko took a liking to this trainer and his Pikachu.






Olivia could only stare in shock as she, Professor Kukui, and Ash alongside his Pokemon watch the sunset. 


The Green Flash… 


Suddenly the young teens Rockruff started to howl, the blue and white light that common when evolving surrounded the pup. 


Then a new Lycanroc in a different for that she has ever seen appears in front of her, Kukui gasped as Ash almost looked teary eyed at the newly evolved Pokemon.


Olivia watched in awe as Ash lunged at his new Lycanroc, the rest of his Pokemon not far behind to congratulate their friends in their own special way. 


Tapu Lele looked pleased with herself and happily went on her way. 


Olivia originally didn’t want to give Ash a grandtrial, she was afraid of what the boy could do. 


She’s heard plenty of stories from Gym Leader and Champions of an amber eyed short trainer with silky messy raven hair and a Pikachu that he had since ten. 


She was afraid he was going to bring bad luck, now seeing him there happily hugging Lycanroc she finally realized she’s wrong. 


She’ll cherished this memory until it’s time to pass her title as a Kahuna onward. 



But sometimes, when you think you have everything under control. It all comes crashing down.


Like tonight. 


Ash hasn’t been able to sleep for the past three days, they just rescued Lusamine from an Ultra Beast. 


Kidnapped mother add going through a portal equals very emotional mess And said mess is Ash right now. 


Most of his Pokemon are in their Pokeballs, and Pikachu was sleeping on the living room couch - Ash didn’t dare moving the electric mouse - so Ash was alone. Which was good. 


Because he didn’t want anyone to hear him sob wetly into his hands as tears poured from his eyes, his mind flashing through everything he’s been through in the past six plus years. His body feels like it's being burned and frozen at the same time. 


But he doesn’t make a sound louder than a gasp, he can get through this, he’s gotten through a bunch of other more grueling and horrifying fate. It’s fine, he’s fine.


He’s the Chosen One after all.