WHAT YOU REALLY MEAN TO ME

by Chipolata

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Dragonball Z. Again, no crossover. I don't own Macbeth, or any Shakespeare piece at all. No crossover. Okay, how about I just say this isn't a crossover piece?

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"That was awesome!" Pikachu beamed, waving his arms and showering the surrounding people with popcorn.

"Not really," Brock frowned. "Once you see enough Dragonball Z, you can predict the ending, and how far away it is."

"Yeah," Ash agreed. "They can't win if Goku still has his shirt on."

The four friends, Misty, Brock, Ash and Pikachu left the cinema. The Tree of Might was not especially long, and it was only seven-thirty. Pikachu flashed a big smile to the lady at the tickets desk, while Ash burst out laughing.

"That's not what I mean." Pikachu grabbed a fistful of popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth. "I mean, the cinema! The big screen, the loud sound, all around! Is that what all movies are like?"

"Yeah, pretty much." Misty slurped her orange soda. "Most other movies are longer that this one, though."

Pikachu paused, munching. Behind the Celadon cityscape, the sun was setting. The bright orange circle was tinting the sky to brilliant firey shades, melting upwards into a rich velvet purple night. A flock of bird Pokemon flew across the sky.

"Something up?" Ash asked, following Pikachu's gaze.

"Nah." Pikachu swallowed. "Well... my day's almost over."

"Yeah." Ash paused, realzing. "It was fun, wasn't it?"

"You bet!" Pikachu grinned.

The two fell quiet, watching the horizon. Knowing, Misty and Brock slowly started towards the Pokemon Center.

"Ash?" Pikachu begun.

"Mm-hmm?"

"I'm not sure how to say this..." Pikachu looked down at the popcorn bag. "Today's been great. I got to do all the things I couldn't do as a Pikachu. And..."

Pikachu frowned, trying to find the words. Ash turned to look at his friend.

"Well," Pikachu looked up. "You're the best friend I've ever had, Ash. Even as a Pokemon. You've stood up for me, when nobody else would. You've cared about whether I got hurt, even though that's a part of battle. Not many other trainers would do that."

Ash smiled, understanding.

"You've done the same for me too, Pikachu. Remember the Spearow? You were badly injured, and yet you still lept at that flock." Ash closed his eyes, and turned back to the last sliver of sun. "You're my best friend too, Pikachu."

Ash looked back. Pikachu was gone.

"Huh?" Ash turned, looking.

"Pika-pi."

Pikachu untangled himself from the T-shirt that was now too large, and sadly smiled up at Ash.

Ash knelt down, and extended his arm to Pikachu. Pikachu ran up to Ash's shoulder. Ash picked up his clothes and bundled them under his arm.

"C'mon, let's get back to the Pokemon Center."

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Half-visible behind a pale night cloud, the young girl with the bright blue eyes and long pink tail smiled.

"Mew," She cooed.

And with a soft glow, the cat-like legendry Pokemon flew off into the heavens.

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"Pikachu! Thundershock!"

"Pika! Chuu!"

With a brilliant blast of energy, the hapless Oddish fell to the ground in a deep faint.

"Oh, Oddish!" The young trainer gasped, running forward to her Pokemon.

"Way to go, Pikachu!" Ash cheered.

The small yellow mouse turned and grinned, offering a victory sign to his trainer.

His friend.

Always.