here is a new fan fic written by Melisande. you can email her at tkyn@ihug.co.nz

Critics:Wonderful!

I felt like I was really there.

~A Note from the Author~

Copyright© Pokémon belongs to Nintendo and 4Kids.  I never claimed to own it, nor do I now, and I claim to own no character in this story except Hrashandra, who is my invention and mine alone, also the two attacks Lightning Pinnacle and Pinnacle Assault.  (I also claim most vehemently the story, but that goes without saying, doesn't it?)

Hi everyone, this is the first fanfic I have written... well, okay, the first that I have successfully finished.  It is a short story, and it may or may not be disturbing to pikachu-lovers (my sister beat up on me after reading it).

   ~~~^_^* Melisande

__--Last Fight--__

Ash looked, unseeing, over the large square of yellowed concrete that had been just minutes ago a typical Pokémon battling ground, with its typical heat, and the paint that had been applied yesterday.  Ash remembered the wave of excitement he had felt at finally being here, having journeyed for over a year to reach this level of achievement.

Just before that match he had felt a tingle that began at his toes that had passed slowly upwards until it reached his head, and his whole body felt alert.  An emotion had flashed through his mind then, and he had thought to himself, "I knew it.  Pikachu and I will win."  Pikachu was perched on top of his head, and the little electric mouse had felt the sudden sensation that rippled upwards.  

Just then, the loudspeaker announced, "For the single-Pokémon match, the first, out of two trainers, is ASH KETCHUM!!!"  The cheering that echoed around the many seats in the stadium only increased his alertness and the feeling that Ketchum would emerge victorious.  Pikachu had felt the emotion too, and, without thinking, he had lit Ash and himself with a glowing aura as Ash strode out onto the concrete.  Even Misty and Brock standing on the sidelines, who had witnessed this once before, had drawn in gasps of amazement as one with the huge crowd that had leaned forward from their seats.

Ash, still glowing with the globe of light Pikachu had created, then turned to fully face the dark-haired opponent who was entering at the other end of the huge stadium.  They had locked eyes, both pairs of dark irises burning with recognition.  The loudspeaker continued, "And the second trainer, his opponent, GARY OAK!!!"  Pikachu had leapt off Ash's head, freshly charged and with sparks bursting from his whole body.

'How powerful Pikachu was then,' thought Ash, still staring, overcome with emotion, out over the now almost-empty stadium, 'how beautiful his leap, how precise his accuracy, how proud I was of him, at that moment.'  For then, when the match began, Pikachu had lifted himself up in the air on a spire of electricity.  This was the secret attack he and Pikachu had developed over weeks and weeks of fierce and intense training just before this last battle.

It was his and Pikachu's attack alone; Ash Ketchum and Pikachu had created it, and only his Pikachu could execute it, at Ash's command.  Ash had planned to call it, 'Lightning Pinnacle', the Professor willing.  At the match, they had planned for Pikachu to draw some of the heat rising from the ground and actually change it into a completely different energy.  Pikachu was to shape the heat into a column of pure electricity, which would fill Pikachu with more electricity than he could hold - yet still be well and alive.  It was the very change from heat to electricity that allowed Pikachu to do this.  The formula to make the change made certain that the electricity would be contained within itself, and the globules that were the result were much easier to handle than the raw electrics that were in normal Pikachu.

'I feel so proud of him..' thought Ash again.  At the match, Pikachu had done more than what he and Ash had anticipated.  Not only had he called up the pillar of lightning very quickly, he had risen in it, and absorbed the electric globules equally swiftly.  As it was a one-against-one Pokémon battle, both Ash and Gary had chosen the most powerful, obedient fighters of their collection.  Ash had looked up, daring Gary to "beat that", with his eyes, when Gary had smiled pityingly and hurled a blue and white Pokéball (which was odd in itself; all Pokéballs were red and white, and the master ball was black and white).

"Hrashandra, GO!!!" Gary had hollered, and the number of gasps that had curled through the audience equalled those that had resounded when Pikachu readied the Lightning Pinnacle.  A Pokémon not unlike Mewtwo snapped out of the Pokéball.  It was, instead of pink and purple, blue and white, the color of its ball.  Gary smiled sweetly.  

"It's a psychic Pokémon, Ash," he had called when Ash moved his hand to the pocket his Pokédex was in.  "Go ahead, Ash, take out your little dexter.  I'm sure it'll inform you of all the interesting facts you wanted to know about Hrashandra."  Pikachu did not look any less determined, nor did his bottled-up- and-far-too-much energy spill out in the slightest.  Ash was, even now, marvelling at Pikachu's control as he had on the battling ground before.  Ash, however, had suddenly lost a good portion of his control when Gary had told him that.

Gary, seeing his advantage over Ash, had added, "Hrashandra won't mind, not now anyway.  It always leaves beating defeated, egotistic, little CHILDREN until after the match.  At the battle, however, it's their Pokémon, especially Pikachu, that it goes for.  Hrashandra, Psybeam!"  Ash had been, by this time enraged and almost mad with anger.  At this point, Pikachu was nervous, watching Ash.

"Pikachu, Pinnacle Assault!" he had cried.  This was another of his new attacks, but it came from a mixture of Lightning Pinnacle and Dragon Rage (he had the TM of Dragon Rage).  Hrashandra had suddenly frozen, unable to move, and pure horror was wrapped all around Gary.  Golden shards of lightning had rained over all that was Hrashandra.  Bursts of light had visibly flattened the blue and white Pokémon as well it as being torn apart by the electric splinters.  But Hrashandra had already begun its Psybeam attack, and when the fragments of light, each enshrouded in mist, met the psionic matter, they had reacted, spilling back and spiralling everywhere.

'The two elements, electric and psychic, met,' thought Ash, 'Hrashandra was blasted to pieces, and even Gary knew it was from the lightning.  He deserved it,' Ash added, trying to justify himself, and he got to his feet.  Ash raised his tear-stained face to the sky.  "Why you as well, Pikachu?" he cried to empty space.
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