Hi there to anyone who actually reads this. My name is Jack, or Aniimeziing (I don't mind) and you have clicked on my very first story. Yes, my first story is about Pokèmon. Anyway, thank you for clicking on my work. Now, I don't want anyone to be overly nice: give me criticism if you think my work needs it, it may be my first story for but I have been here for quite some time, and have been on the writing scene for some time and know that the best authors are those who accept criticism and adapt to it. Now that my little rant, thing is over I will talk about the story itself.

The story takes place 5 years after the Kalos Arc, where Ash would be around 13 if he actually aged so that is what he is here, and he is now 18: he will have aura and will be darker, but not like 'I will kill them all' dark. Now, my favourite kind of Pokèmon fanfiction is when Ash is betrayed or something like that so that will be the base. Also, yes, there will be a poll. I AM SO SORRY. I just don't know who to include and I want to make the best piece of fiction for you guys so I want you to decide, and I will try to include almost every girl people suggests into this. Anyhow, enjoy the fiction and I will talk to you at the end.

Also, I am British so expect alot of English speak or grammar... NOW LET'S ENJOY SOME FICTION COCKERS!

The sound of footfall on snow filled the air. Gusts of icy death and mist coated the landscape and refused refuge to anyone who set foot into the bleak and barren wasteland of Mt. Silver: the outlandish exterior blocking out the outside world while the complex network of caves held different types of Pokémon captive. As the noise kept growing louder and louder, there was a pause. A pause which was common in these lands. A pause which meant that the owner of the feet that walked the icy earth had unfortunately been taken over by the blazing cold, leading to their untimely demise. Instead, a low sigh filled the air before the sounds of footfall continued their trek.

Through the thick cloud of frozen liquid and haze that obscured the view, a dark shape started to form from the white expanse. Out of the fog stepped a young male of around 6'4. He wore his cap like a crown, the black and white fabric encircling his head and wild raven hair while a red Poke ball lay at the centre as a gem stone. Atop his crown lay a black hood that travelled down his back, a white blizzard outlining the jacket as it traversed down the teen's spine. Underneath the black cloth lay a crimson red hoodie that existed in the same realm of colour as the icon on his hat, but which also remained unzipped showing off an untucked and unbuttoned white dress shirt, a black tie hanging loosely around his neck. A pair of black and white skate shoes ended a pair of long slender legs, coated by dark jeans that were wrapped securely around the teen's lower body. Around his mouth was a plain black bandanna, shielding his face from the cold. However what stood out the most, were his eyes. A dark blue resonated from the iris' while the surrounding sclera was a pitch black midnight with small veins leaking from each eye, and every time his head moved they left small trails of neon after them, trying to catch up to their owners. On his back, lay a tired and battered backpack.

Suddenly, a small purring sound erupted from the pack. Twisting his head to examine the noise, the teen smiled under the cloth that obscured his mouth as a small, yellow rodent exploded out of the thin cover. Large black eyes stared back at him, reflecting his image like a mirror, while a small nose wriggled around the creatures face. Atop its own head, lay two long ears with black tips and painted onto its cheeks were two red sacks of encased lightning. A zig zag pattern of brown ran down its back and a large, bolt shaped tail shot off its body. Small 5 digit hands and 3 digit feet ended the look. The yellow rodent blinked once before its face broke out into a content smile as it leapt swiftly out the bag and into its trainers gloved hands.

'Hey buddy, sleep well?' The teen asked, his voice horse and breaking as he spoke due to his body not yet being used to his deeper voice.

'Pika!' The Pokémon responded, shutting his eyes in order to block out the snow. Or to look cute. Or both.

His trainer let out a laugh before he continued to walk down the mountain with his companion happily sitting on his shoulder.

'You know what Pikachu?' He asked suddenly, causing the Pokémon to turn his head toward his trainer, signalling for him to continue.

'Do you,' he paused,' Do you think that I am making the right choice?' Pikachu sighed before nodding his head, albeit very slowly.

'Yeah, you're right.' The trainer responded, before becoming quiet and foreboding again, allowing his companion to rest on his shoulder while he trekked through the winter wilderness. After passing the same gust of wind for the 10th time or the same patch of grounded cloud-cover for the 20th time, and angel broke through the fog at the end of the never-ending tunnel, forcing light that had erupted from its halo onto the teen and his partner: the bright hue significantly lighting up their tired and weary bodies.

The Pikachu turned towards his Master, able to see his face better due to unknown light source. Over the years, he really had developed into a handsome young man. His eyes still held their black outline and blue outburst of neon light but it was dimmed and regular colour was starting to rip at the darkness, forcing various colours of white and grey through the tears while a steady chocolate brown was starting to melt its way back into his iris'. Messy raven black hair covered most of his fore head, sticking there like the trainers skin was the last hope of survival for these strands of ashen thread. His jaw was sharp and his mouth, although covered, was set into an almost constant straight line. What worried Pikachu the most, and had since him and his companion had travelled to the Mountain 5 years ago, was the pale skin that covered his body, only odd scribbles such as the zig zag lines under his cheek which had been cut and scratched, were contrasting to the skin and even they were hard to tell apart from the other scars that littered his cloth covered body.

The loud snapping sound of fingers clicking bought the young Pokémon back from his day dream. Turning back to look ahead of him, the Pikachu's face lit up as they got closer and closer to the light source, revealing itself to be a large cave with a beautiful pool filled with other Pokémon in the centre. As they entered through the rather small passage way, Pikachu saw water types neae the clear, crystal water reflecting onto the rocky and jagged ceiling above: Blastoise and Feraligatr splashed and played around the sides of the pool, still retaining their playful attitudes from their youth, Kingler and Crawdaunt clashed claws near the banks, sending small sparks flying into the water and causing them to fizzle out, Floatzel had his arms crossed and a bored expression painted on his face as Samurott tried to explain a story to him, Seismitoad sat quietly conversing with Lapras, who was sat with her front fins on land, and out of the corner of Pikachu's eye, he saw Greninja hanging from a broken mass of rocks on the ceiling.

Turning his attention towards the centre of the pool, the small yellow mouse noted the large mass of plain, smooth ice that spurted from the centre and attacked the sounding water. On top of the layer of ice lay Glalie, who lay happy and content with his eyes shut at the centre of the ice-water massacre. Letting out a sigh, Pikachu shifted his gaze to above the pool and to the area around Greninja. Here flew most of his trainers flying types: Pigeot and Swellow flew fast around the whole exterior of the cave, locked in a sort-of speed tie, Noctowl and Staraptor watched on as the constant flow of air ruffled their feathers, Talonflame sat perched on an outward piece of shifted rock that splintered from the ceiling while having a rather heated conversation with Noivern, who was flying around the fire type bird. On the ground, sat the rest of his trainers flying types who didn't want to fly: these spots belonged to Unfezant and Hawlucha.

Off in the furthest corner of the lay all the grass, bug and normal type Pokémon, evident by the grassy patch of land and the small patches of sun light breaking through the sky and into the cave. Tortera was being used as a pillow by some other Pokémon, which he didn't really mind, Serpirior was curled around the tree on Tortera's back while Leavanny sat at the top of the massive rock on the beast, threading, and Ambipom, Heracross and Butterfree happily conversed on the big creature's massive mossy spine. Snorlax lay against him while he slept, and the one remaining Tarous that his trainer hadn't released was snuggled up against his stomach, while Meganium and Sceptile stood guard around the perimeter, waiting for their master. Venasaur had taken up refuge with Blastoise and Feraligatr.

On the opposite side of them, was a more volcanic environment where fire types, rock types and dragon types flourished due to the hotter temperatures. Torkoal and Donphan were lounging around by the hotter areas of rock, Typhlosion and Infernape were practicing battle techniques with Primape and against each other, Gliscor was happily gliding from one rock to another, a smile constantly tugging at his lips, Garchomp was calmly walking around the pools of hot rocks and magma, Emboar and Scrafty were laughing and chuckling at Krookadile, who was trying to get Gigalith's attention, and Goodra was nattering away with Muk at the edge of the heat.

Dragging his big, black buttons away from the bustling sight of his friends, Pikachu looked up to see a large, orange dragon lumbering toward him and his trainer. Bowing his head towards the teen, Charizard let the boy rub his neck and orange wings before nodding to the beast. Locking his eyes shut, Pikachu waited for the inevitable as Charizard let out a roar that shook the very earth, earning the attention of every type in the area. After directing their own eyes towards the roar, each Pokémon started to come towards the edge of the pool, where the trainer was positioned. Some notable creatures, mainly Meganium and Gliscor, went up to the boy and nuzzled their heads against his chest.

Letting out a laugh, the boy looked up at his collection of friends and allies. Pulling down his hood and bandanna, he let out a sigh before taking something out of his pocket. Then he started talking.

'Hello everyone. Sorry for the long wait, me and Pikachu had to climb to the top of the mountain to receive the message I sensed,' he started, seeing all the creatures nodding,' but what I found up there was special: it was from Mr. Goodshow.' Many of his team members looked excited as they hadn't heard from the man in about 3 years.

'Ahem, I, Mr. Goodshow, send this invitation to one Ash Ketchum of Kanto,' he started in his best impression of the man, causing some Pokémon to let out a chuckle or a smile,' to come to the Tournament of Champions held in Kalos this month. You have been acknowledged as one of the best fighters in all of the Pokémon world, now prove that you are the best their ever will be. Rewards include 100 million Pokedollars and title of 'Pokémon Legend', up there above the Champions. I hope you attend.' He let out a chuckle before reading the next bit.

'P.S: It's good to know that you are still alive, Ash, I hope my Pidgey got to you. '

'So then,' he continued with a white, toothy grin,' who's ready to take the world by storm?' At the statement every Pokémon in the area let out a battle-cry of confidence. With a laugh, Ash retrieved each Pokeball from his bag, with the exception of Pikachu and Charizard. Turning to face them, he asked the all-important question that he had asked them 5 years ago, although no tear tracks stained his face this time.

'You ready to leave home?'

Off the coast of Kalos, lay an island of beaches and parties, of battle and reward: and of regret and betrayal. On this island, were the old friends of Ash Ketchum? A small group stood by the now empty train tracks, a group of 5 girls. One wore her bright orange hair in a shaggy, short style, showing off her forest green eyes. Her skin was pale and she wore a long white overcoat above a white and teal swimming outfit. A pair of sandals rested on her feet. She was 18 year old Misty Waterflower of Kanto and the Gym Leader of Cerulean City.

Beside her sat 17 year old May Maple, Pokemon Co-ordinator and 'Princess of Hoenn'. A green and white bandanna covered her dark brown hair that parted at her forehead, letting the world see her beautiful sea blue eyes. A black collar was snapped shut around her neck and lead down into a sleeveless, orange shirt with a green belt. Black and white gloves rested on her hands and black bike shorts wrapped themselves tightly around her legs, ending in some matching black and white trainers.

Standing behind her, was another Co-ordinator by the name of Dawn Berlitz. A white and pink beanie was painted almost permanently on her long, dark blue hair. Light grey eyes fitted her small face but half of it was covered by a white scarf that lead to a fluffy red, overcoat. White socks lay under pink boots. She was also 17.

Next to her was 17 year old Iris Cuasorome, from the Unova region. Wild purple hair, only contained by a yellow band, outlined her dark skin and dark orange eyes. Two tendrils of light travelled down from the back of neck and down to her arms, covered by white sleeves from her dress: red bows and other sections of colour were fitted onto the cloth. On her feet, were sandals similar to her friend, Misty's. She was the gym leader of Dragons in Unova.

Finally, stood next to her was 17 year old Serena Yvonne, another Pokémon Co-ordinator. A pink hat sat perched on a bed of short honey blonde hair. Aquamarine eyes stood out like lights and a red waist coat hung over her body, with a pink dress underneath. A small blue bow was tied around her chest, and black socks trailed up her legs from brown boots.

They were all friends. And they all liked Ash Ketchum: who had been missing for 5 years.

The sounds of footfall were heard, bringing all 5 girls back from their thoughts. In front of them stood Delia Ketchum, the mother of the boy they all liked.

'Come on girls, I filled out all the forms and we are ready to go to the hotel.' She spoke in a happy, but masked voice. All of the girls smiled back, but they too also masked sadness. They had heard that sentence countless times over 5 years.

5 years ago, they met, whether it be for the first, or second time, and admitted their feelings for the same boy.

5 years ago, they told his mother, and she was happy.

5 years ago, they were going to throw a party for him when he got back from the Kalos League and tell him their feelings when he got back.

5 years ago, he ran away.

Ever since then, they travelled to every major tournament to try and find him and they had been unsuccessful so far. Standing up and walking side by side out of the station, they bathed in the light that shone down on them from the setting Heavens, the sun taking the last leg pf its journey across the sky. Taking a look around them, they noticed people of all kinds staring at them: after-all, they were all famous. Many asked for autographs or pictures, but they had to excuse themselves. Picking up their pace, all 5 girls gave each other a sheepish smile before entering the Pokémon Centre reserved for Tournament participants.

The Centre itself was built into the wall of a cliff was they couldn't see how large it actually was from the outside, but inside it was massive! The hall where all the meetings and healing took place was at least 3 times the size of a regular centre,with an exit to 3 halls of rooms on the left, right and at the back of the room. From where they were standing, they could see that there were 2 Nurse Joys at this establishment. Looking around, they only noticed a few gym-leaders that they knew and a few other contestants.

However, one group called them over that they had secretly hoped wasn't there.

Gary, Drew, Paul, Trip, Max and all of Ash's old rivals.

'Hey Sis', over here.' Max shouted with a wide grin.

'Yeah, get your asses over here.' Drew yelled with a smirk.

'Hm.' Paul muttered.

'I'll, uh, go register you for the Tournament.' Delia mentioned before taking their Pokedexs from them and going to the main desk.

Sighing, the 5 walked over, VERY SLOWLY, towards the group. They were the reason that Ash was gone, THEY WERE THE REASON WHY HE GAVE UP! They hated them so much, but they couldn't leave them: they just couldn't.

As they got over there, they saw one of the only redeeming factor of the group: the Kalos group. Bonnie and Clemont were there, as well as Shauna, Tierno and Trevor. Serena smiled and immediately ran up to them, being enveloped in a hug by Bonnie, who now 13, and Shauna, both was knowing her the longest out of the group. The rest started to make their way over, but were stopped by the rest.

'Hey girls. Come over here and talk for a bit.' Drew said, pointing to his lap, signifying that one of them should sit on his lap.

'Yeah let's talk.' Gary said as smug as Drew.'

'Where's Brock?' Misty snapped. He was the other good person in this group.

'Nowhere.' Paul replied, coldly.

'Then we won't be joining you.' Iris said back, before they continued over to Serena.

'Hey guys,' May said to the group.

'HELLO!' Bonnie practically yelled. After a few minutes of conversation, they heard the front doors open and once again, everyone turned their heads. But this one, was intriguing.

He wore black from head to toe, with hints of red and white on a hoodie under his jacket, and on his shoes. He looked like he had come from some sort of formal event, evident by the dress shirt and tie, but he wore a cap, hood and bandanna so… he was an odd one. But what caught everyone's eyes, was the Pikachu on his shoulder. It had buried its head into the trainer's neck, in order for it to remain hidden from prying eyes. This lead people to see his eyes: some gasped, others leaned forward with intrigue, but most couldn't see them. The girls and their group did. They saw voids of darkness, the centre filled by a vast circle of water that lit up when his head moved.

Taking a step forward, the trainer walked past the people asking him questions and up to the front desk, right next to Delia. When they got next to her, the Pikachu buried his head even deeper into his trainer's neck, causing concern to appear in his trainer's eyes as he put a gloved hand to his partner's face, while the other reached into his pocket for his Pokedex. Passing it over to the second Nurse Joy, she scanned it before her mouth fell open in shock. She pointed to her co-worker, to which the trainer nodded. She showed her partner the information and the same expression passed her face. But then the boy put a single finger to his lips. The two sister quickly nodded before giving him a room key.

The girls were so entranced by this boy, that they didn't feel Drew sneak up behind them. He walked over behind May, and slapped her on the ass. Hard.

The noise was loud and drew the duo a lot of attention. May was red faced and furious. She turned round and slapped him in the face.

'What the fuck Drew!'

'Nothing.' He rubbed his cheek, still smirking. Many of his companions just laughed, while everyone else was fuming.

Serena had heard the slap and the commotion, but was still staring intently at the new trainer, who had turned his head towards their direction before his eyes lit up in white hot fury, turning red to match his hood. His hands reached for his partner who struggled around a bit before giving up and letting him take hold. He passed his Pikachu to Delia, who took hold of him, before looking back at the trainer.

Slowly, the newcomer started to walk towards their group. The boys group took note of this and started to try and talk to Drew, who was getting yelled at by May and smirking the whole time. Reaching their group, all eyes in the Centre fell on him.

One look.

Before all hell broke loose.

Outside the centre, people were waiting to meet their favourite celebrities, but out of the doors flew Hoenn Co-ordinator Drew. Some fans were happy to see him, but fell into disarray when they saw him with a bloody nose and missing teeth.

Gasps were heard when a trainer with a white dress shirt and loose tie, wearing a black and white cap walked out with red iris' burning with Satan's wrath itself as he walked towards the Co-ordinator. Behind him, was a black jacket and red hoodie.

Slowly backing up, Drew had a look of fear cast on his face as the trainer got closer, fist lit up with red light in the shape of claws that looked sharp and cut straight from the Hell's molten rock. Picking the scared Co-ordinator by the collar, the teen smashed him pretty little face into the concrete below him before kicking him half way down the street.

Tumbling down the road, Drew felt consciousness leaving him but that disappeared when he felt his teeth rubbing across cement, as the boy light-stepped down the hill before smashing his face into a near-by building.

By this point, many had gathered around to see world famous Drew get bested by this… newbie.

Dropping the bloody and broken boy, the trainer muttered only a few words, but all filled with enough venom to kill.

'Never touch her or any of them ever again. Or you will die.' He said calmly. Turning back around and walking back towards the centre, spectators parted like the Red Sea when he came near them, even more when a group of boys followed by a group of medics pooled out the centre towards Drew. Walking through the doors and into the centre, the trainer picked up the pieces of cloth from the floor, but not without his bandanna falling off. Only a few got to see him, most notably Delia, but those that did got the shock of their lives.

The black had escaped into the abyss, replaced with white. The blue had evaporated into a calm brown. There stood Ash Ketchum, gone for 5 years only to come here and hide his identity.

Unfortunately, he quickly retied it and his eyes returned to their old hue. Looking up, his eyes narrowed before softening and going over to the women with his Pikachu, who was now letting the tears fall freely from her face. The boy took his Pokémon back before whispering something in her ear, making her open her eyes wide and nod her head fast. With that he started to walk away, but not before May spoke.

'What… what did you do?'

'Go and have a look.' He replied, although not cold and calm but soft, and peaceful, unlike what he was implying.

'We will but what's your name?' Dawn spoke up, interested to know who this person was.

'First Match.' Was all he said before retiring to his room. They all assume that they would find out later at the first matches in two days' time. And when the door to the rooms had shut, Delia collapsed and started to cry uncontrollably into her hands. The five girls ran over to her and tried to ask her what happened and why she was crying but Delia simply shook her head and said that she couldn't say. They all started to get suspious but then Drew got rolled in… on a stretcher.

Every eye in the room was on the broken trainer, battered and bruised. Some gasped, others laughed but the girls just looked on in a mixture of both awe and shock. A random boy, who they didn't know had just beat up one of their biggest problems to near death. They were speechless.

After that whole incident, all trainers were reported to go to their rooms and wait for further instructions. Fortunately, Delia had gotten all 5 girls a shared room while she had got a single. This gave them their privacy and their time for girl talk.

But talk they did not do. Instead they sat there still stunned by today's events.

Soon enough, Iris spoke. 'Do any of you know him?'

They all shook their heads. 'With a look like that, I'd definitely remember him.' Misty said.

The group let out a small chuckle, but not Serena. Dawn turned her head towards the girl.

'What's up?'

'Did any of you see that Pikachu?' She asked quietly.

Then they all got it.

Then they all felt the same way.

Then they all thought about how small the chances were.

But there was still a chance, small as it was.

The Pikachu, the clothing choice, his reactions. All signs pointed towards one boy. A boy that they all loved. A boy named Ash Ketchum. They quickly shook their heads of the thought, tears on the edge of their eyes. All looked at each other before they all changed and headed off to bed.

None of them slept all that well.

Hello again! So, what did you think? I don't know… but anyway. Thank you for reading my story and stay tuned for updates that will come out at the most monthly: I know it's bad and I will try to get them out weekly but I have school and all that crap. Yes, school sucks I know. And relating to the rating: it is M for later scenes, not only sexual scenes but violent scenes as well. Also, the betrayal part will be put in later in short segments at the start of each chapter to, you know, build up tension and stuff. Anyways, thank you once more and I will finish off with the list of people in the harem so far:

Misty

May

Dawn

Iris

Serena

Cynthia

Annabel

Leave who you want in the comments! THANK YOU AGAIN!

-Jack, thanks you again, again.