Forgotten Love

Description: A Pokémon fanfic – Sequel to The Night Where It All Started

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon! There enough said.

Rating: T plus mature subject matter

Note: thoughts

Ages: Ash:24 Brock:26

Part 1

"Ash, you sure?" Asked Brock, a little unsure of his best friend's decision.

"Yea Brock, I'll be fine. See ya later."

Ash quickly left the apartment that he was sharing with Brock, while Brock watched him go out that door, while Pikachu was sleeping in the corner of the room just like always.

If I don't go, I'll never get this stupid dream out of my head.

Thought Ash as he left the apartment building, hands stuffed in his leather fall jacket. Ever since that day he found that random mallet on the ground, every night since then hasn't been the same. It seemed that every other night he dreamt about being a dark creature, preying on the week and the defenceless. That never really bothered him as much as the mystery girl he was dreaming about. And every time that girl was in his dreams, it always ended up with him draining the life out of her, or forcing her to do his bidding in any way that pleased him. That alone scared the hell out of him.

It was last night that things were different. Well, different in his dreams that is. He dreamt that he was standing in a familiar open field, at night. But this time, for the first time in forever, he was himself. He dreamt that he was on that field for a reason. But not even a minute later, he heard a female voice call out his name. Suddenly, he knew he wasn't alone. Yet, he looked around and saw nothing but an endless open field shrouded in the night's darkness. That was when he caught a glimpse, in the corner of his eye, red hair flowing in the distance. Just for a split second. Then not only was the red air gone, but he was suddenly sitting up in his bed, sweating like he ran a marathon.

Tonight is the night. I can feel it.

But as Ash thought back to his conversation with Brock earlier today, he started to doubt that anything would happen tonight.

"Brock, I'm not crazy. I heard a girl call out to me."

"In your dream, Ash. That doesn't mean it was real."

"Then how else do you explain the constant nightmares that I've been having for who knows how long? And now suddenly out of nowhere, a brand new dream where a girl is calling out to me? I'm pretty sure there's more to it."

Brock sighed as he sat down on the couch in the living room, with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Even if someone was calling out to you, how can you be so sure that it's real? And not you imagining things?"

Ash stared at Brock for a minute, and then slowly looked away. He didn't know how, and he didn't know why, but somewhere in his gut he knew that this was more than just a mere dream. All he knows for a fact, that the repeating dreams started from the moment he found that mallet so many years ago. But, now the more he thinks about it, the more he can't remember further then that moment. It was like his memories started at that point. Yet, he knows how he and Brock became friends, he remembers becoming friends with Pikachu, and he remembers most of his Journey to becoming a Master. But he feels like there are holes in his memories. And not just tiny ones.

Ash crossed to the drawer in the cabinet at the living room, pulled out the mallet, and turned to face Brock.

"Brock, do you ever feel like that there is something missing, and yet you can't tell what it is?"

A little puzzled, Brock slightly tilted his head. "Uh, depends on what you mean?"

As Ash played with the mallet in his hands, he tried to solve, with no success, the never ending puzzle in his mind.

"It's just...feels like something...no...someone is missing."

Slowly Brock got up, slightly alarmed.

"What do you mean by someone is missing? Ash, I don't think I have to remind you that it was always just you, me, and our Pokémon. No one else. Well, until May showed up, and we started having more companions." Brock chuckled at that last comment.

Ash tried to smile with Brock, but he just couldn't. Because he knows, deep in his heart that Brock is wrong. Yet there is no proof that he isn't. Sure after May came along, it wasn't just him and Brock anymore. But he just can't shake that feeling that there was someone before her. Someone close to his heart.

Ash shook his head. "Ya, until you left me to fly solo."

Brock stopped laughing, and just smiled at Ash. "Well I had to, you know? Our paths were becoming different. I became a doctor, and you became..."

"The Champion."

Brock smiled. "Exactly."

Ash smiled at Brock, until Brock continued with a mischievous grin.

"Well, until of course, you found yourself jobless, while you apparently moved out of your mom's house and begged me to take you in."

Ash's face turned slightly red from embarrassment.

"You know that's not entirely true! I moved out from my mom's house cause she kicked me out saying that I was old enough to live on my own. And the fact that I couldn't find any decent trainers to battle for some time, has nothing to do with begging to live with you and becoming jobless!"

Clearly Brock was having fun poking fun of Ash.

"So, what was that about coming to me saying that you have nowhere to sleep, and can't afford a place to stay in?"

Still red, Ash sharply turned away from Brock, knowing that he, unfortunately, was right.

"Whatever. Everyone has their own opinion."

Ash needed to go outside and get some fresh air. And it wasn't because of Brock teasing him about his past, but he needed to clear his head, or at the very least work something out.

"I'm going out." Ash said abruptly, after putting the mallet back in the drawer.

"Ash, you sure?" Asked Brock, a little unsure of his best friend's decision.

"Yea Bock, I'll be fine. See ya later."

That's when Ash snapped back to the present and found himself standing at a park, which was in the middle of town, blinking trying to see through the night, well, as much as he can at least.

"Ash, you really need to stop daydreaming."

Said Ash to himself as he looked around his surroundings. And then he realized something. He was in an open field. At night. It may be a park in the middle of town, which he came to thousands of times before, but this time around, it seemed just like that field in his dream.

"Oh no. This is not happening. Okay, Ash. Breath."

As he tried to calm himself, he listened for a voice. He listened hard. But there was nothing. And he just stood there for what seemed like hours. But still all he heard where the crickets, passing cars, and occasional music coming from the cars. But the voice never came.

And then he started to laugh from relief.

"Ha, nothing happened. Ha-ha...It was just my imagination going crazy. Brock was right! There is no one look..."

Suddenly, a bright white light flashed in the middle of the field, for a split second. When Ash regained his eyesight, he saw a figure standing where the light had shone.

"What the..."

Suddenly the figure moved, as it turned around towards him. But as the figure came closer to the park lights, he could see that the figure was taking shape of someone slim.

At that moment, Ash jumped out of sight behind a tree. Whatever that was, he didn't want to confront it. Especially not at night.

As the figure slowly revealed itself under the street light a good few yards away from the hidden Ash, he knew that things will never be the same again. What he saw confused and scared the hell out of him.

He saw a slim girl. With an orange shirt and blue overalls.

But what really caught his attention, was her long wavy red hair.

Author's note:

Hey everybody! Let's just say I am pretty stoked to give this story another go. There was a lot of people liking The Night Where It All Started. But a lot of you (or majority) of you were pretty upset at how it ended. And to be honest, so was I...as a reader lol. So I was like "You know what? No. Misty is coming back." And since Ash had some, well...memory issues, its only right to continue from there. So keep an eye out, and see you all in the next chapter! :D