9 days before Ash comes with Pikachu Pikachu's ears twitched as he perched on Ash's shoulder, his tiny paws gripping the fabric of the boy's jacket. The breeze rustled through the trees, and Pikachu's nose twitched, taking in the scents of blooming flowers and distant berries.
From his vantage point, the world was vast and filled with colors—greens of the grass, blues of the sky, and flashes of other Pokémon darting through the underbrush. Everything was vibrant, alive, and overflowing with adventure.
Ash held out a red and white ball, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Alright, Pikachu, time to get inside your Pokéball!"
Pikachu's fur bristled. There was something about that thing… something unnatural. It felt cold, confining, a prison disguised as a toy. His tail flicked with irritation, and he jumped off Ash's shoulder, landing gracefully on the dirt path.
"No way!" Pikachu's eyes narrowed as he stared at the ball, his cheeks sparking defensively. He wasn't going in there. Not now, not ever.
Ash let out an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Pikachu… It's safer this way." He moved closer, his steps cautious, his smile friendly. But Pikachu wasn't fooled. He backed away, his tiny body tense and ready to run.
Ash tried again, his voice softening, "I promise it's comfortable inside. It's not as scary as you think."
Pikachu shook his head furiously, his ears flopping with the motion. He didn't care how comfortable it was supposed to be. He didn't want to be locked away, isolated from the world.
His eyes wandered to the path ahead—wide open, full of mystery and promise. Out here, he could feel the sun on his fur, hear the rustling of the leaves, and smell the sweetness of the blooming flowers. Why would he give that up?
Running Free Without another glance at the Pokéball, Pikachu bolted, his legs moving swiftly across the dirt path. He heard Ash's surprised shout behind him, followed by the rapid thudding of footsteps as Ash gave chase.
"Pikachu! Wait!"
Pikachu's heart raced with excitement as he dodged fallen branches and weaved through patches of tall grass. The wind rushed past him, and he felt alive, free. He glanced back to see Ash struggling to keep up, his face flushed and his arms flailing.
A mischievous grin spread across Pikachu's face. This was way more fun than being stuffed inside that ball.
Finally, he skidded to a stop at the edge of a small clearing, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Ash stumbled into the clearing moments later, bending over with his hands on his knees as he panted heavily.
Pikachu's eyes softened. This human… he was persistent, caring, and kind. Even after all that running, Ash wasn't angry. He was just worried.
Ash looked up, his eyes meeting Pikachu's. "I get it now… You don't want to go in the Pokéball." His voice was gentle, understanding. "Okay, you can stay out. We'll travel together… just like this."
Pikachu's heart skipped a beat. He blinked in surprise, his ears perking up. This human… he was different.
Slowly, Pikachu trotted over to Ash and nuzzled his leg, a gesture of trust and friendship. Ash's face lit up with joy, and he reached down to scratch behind Pikachu's ears.
"Alright, partner. Let's go on this journey together… side by side."
Pikachu's cheeks sparked with excitement, his eyes shining with determination. For the first time, he had a Trainer who understood him… and a friend he could trust.
Together, they walked down the path, for Ash mommy's home but Pikachu didn't get in pokeball so ash released Pikachu in home garden but he didn't know when he Fucking his mother for 9 days Pikachu watched everything and then Pikachu curious about Ash hard stick in the middle of his leg so now what Pikachu did in next chapter.
To be continued.