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With A Certain Amount of Considerable Force
With A Certain Amount of Considerable Force Part 1



I cannot believe myself sometimes. I think I wrote this because I was in an all out 'must torture pokemon characters' mood...which doesn't happen very often, unless I decide to stab needles through my Satoshi and Kasumi figurines. Which reminds me, my mother and I are planning on making character plushies from the characters of both Pokemon and Digimon. We haven't done this as of yet, but if we DO get them to look correctly, we were wondering if anyone would be interested in buying hand-made Pokemon and Digimon plushies. The price would be roughly seven dollars with possibly three dollars shipping and handling... O.o" I hate to get all business-like, but oh well! Now read, and fuss over why I did something this evil and ominous to such a precious creature as Shigeru.

I would also like to point out that the reason it says Ash/Gary is because it's Ash/Gary, meaning Ash is uke while Gary is seme.. and I don't know if the ending will have a lemon in it..


This day, truly was a happy day for Gary Oak. He felt like king of the world, what with winning his last badge, finally, in the Johto league. He knew he would only have to go back to the Indigo Plateau to become the Pokemon master he knew he was destined to be. Though, his thoughts would continuously travel back to the handsomely kind raven-haired boy. He sighed emphatically thinking about their childhood together. Even now, he still couldn't remember why they ever became rivals. Something on his part, maybe. He didn't know.
So, he had beaten Clair already. An easy beat, actually; considering, his Alakazam could take her measly Pokemon out. But Gary knew that Clair meant something far deeper than what was on the surface. No, he didn't like her at all, but she had said something; and had told him he could not have his badge until he entered a cave and found something for her. It was not like she couldn't do it herself, he sneered to himself. He entered the cave and almost instantly, his eyes adjusted quite nicely. He noticed the many dragon Pokemon swimming the water and his stomach wrenched slightly as he realized he would have to swim that water. He shrugged the feeling off, anyway. Though the cave was dark, he could still see the small building faintly, and wondered what it was. He released his Kingdra and rode it through the water, it's agile body slicing the waves as if it were simple air and Kingdra was a flying type. None of the Pokemon in the calm liquid stood up to Gary, already sensing his great power. The building came into better view as the Kingdra slowed and he leaped from its back. He recalled the creature and moved quickly toward the small standing sign near the small place. The sign simply said: Dragon's Den Shrine. He shrugged and walked through the door.

Clair's psychic strength, and her awesomely powerful dragon pokemon helped her see through Gary's cold heart of stone, into his hopes, dreams, desires; one in particular caught her attention, and she soon tended to seeing it surfaced. Her first step into action was to get Gary into Dragon's Den. Yes, this would be painful for him, and it might even break him, but he would need it. As this burning desire Clair found must be tended to immediately, or Gary would never relieve himself of it. And besides, Clair was going to have a lot of fun doing what she had in mind for Gary. She grinned at this, setting loose her Mew and ordering it to transport her into the Dragon's Den Shrine building.

He couldn't see anything in the pitch-black room as he entered it. He felt for his pokeballs and gasped as he realized they were gone, along with his backpack and shirt, it felt like. He growled straining his eyes to try and see into the darkness. When he could just barely make out anything in the place, torches on the walls. His body paralyzed instantly, his fists clenching, though it was not him doing this.
"Ah, I see our young trainer has entered the Shrine. Mew, darling, post him on the wrist and ankle chains, please." Gary's eyes would've widened if he could move, but he couldn't, and that scared him thoroughly. Once his hands and legs were clasped tightly in the rough chains, he gained control of his body once more.
"Who the fuck is doing this?!" He spat out in sheer rage. He could feel something pressing against his back, something that felt uncomfortable against his skin, and made him shudder with pain as he realized it was a knife.
"I am your controller. And if you don't listen to me carefully, I will have to cut you." He felt the blade sink into his skin, but the knife didn't do anymore. And still, he cried out, tears running down his face. A black gloved hand came out from behind him and wiped the tears away.
"Don't cry, boy, it will only make things worse for you." Gary choked back the tears, not wanting to hurt any longer. But he had a feeling, and unsettling, twisted feeling, that he was, in fact, going to hurt worse than that regardless. But he complied either way. He felt the gloved hands roaming over his body, touching him in indescrete places as he felt the sweat roll down his lithe form.
"Ah, just how clean are you? I can see you're going to need a bath." He heard a dark, unforgettable, laugh that echoed ominously off the walls of the room. He heard a tear of cloth as cold air swept over his now naked body. The chains holding his arms and legs were unlocked and he fell to the floor that now held his own blood. His posistion made him all the more vulnerable, as his face was in the ground and his rear was high in the air. He moved as swiftly as possible, turning his body over and standing, searching for something to cover his body with; but finding nothing, he sighed, looking for the exit. Maybe, just maybe, he thought, he could walk outside and everything would be the way it was before. But he couldn't find a door, or a window, or anything else in the room besides the torches on the walls, which now grew dimmer and dimmer by the second.
"Please, why are you doing this? Where are my clothes? And my pokemon?" Nothing answered back. He shivered as a loud whoosh of cold air passed over him; he had to close his eyes from the dust that was now kicking up around him, threatening to temporarily blind him. When the room settled again, he was dressed, but not in his own clothes. He was now wearing a pair of leather pants, with two leather straps crossing over his chest and back, he also had on black leather boots to match the attire. He gasped, then blushed, then growled. He wanted his own clothes, not these, which showed too much skin for his own liking. He also noticed that his surroundings had also changed, and that he was now in a corridor of some kind. But there were no doors, only a single passage way, that turned into another corridor away from him. He slowly walked toward it. His curiosity getting the better of him. He reached the end, walking down the turning hall, only to stumble on three doors. A voice called to him now, the one from the Shrine,
"Gary Oak, you must choose one door and enter that room. In each room lies one of your most deepest desires. The love of an enemy, the knowledge of being a pokemon master, and the acceptance of others." Then he was alone again. He concentrated on which of the three he wanted most, but he knew it didn't matter, as the doors were not labeled, nor were they numbered or anything of that nature. His back still hurt from the cut, but it was bareable for now. He pointed at the doors, one by one, his finger stopping on the one closest to him. He groaned inwardly as his hand fell on the knob, and he turned it and walked in the room. It was dark, and he could smell the aroma of Vanilla off in the slight distance. Romantic music was playing, and by that, he could tell what this was.
"Ash?" He asked timidly. He could see a dimly lit light, that of a candle, probably, and slowly walked toward it. He hit something on the floor and fell with a thud. Someone grabbed his arm, almost roughly pulling him to his feet. He could see the dark, mysterious, eyes of Ash staring at him. It seemed that they were both about the same height, and Ash looked strangely child-ish now, in the candle light. They're eyes locked onto each other's, neither of them moving an inch.
"Gary..." Ash cooed softly. "You should watch where you're going next time. You could've seriously hurt yourself." God, even Ash's voice sounded as if he were a little child. And then it clicked in his mind, he *was * a little child. And he, himself, was as well. Gary gulped, not understanding this at all. Ash flitted his eyelashes at Gary, pulling him toward something that looked like a bed, and laying him on it. The young Ash pressed his small lips to Gary's, his hands firmly on his shoulders. Gary's mind screamed out at the wrongness of it, and yet, another part of Gary wanted to just let Ash keep going. He felt torn, now, not knowing what to believe. He pushed Ash away harshly, growling at the small ball now curled up and wincing back in fear. He could see the tremors race through his small form and he wanted nothing more than to comfort him. But he knew he couldn't now. It was over. His chance was gone. His mind reeled, or was it the room? He couldn't tell. Soon everything was out of focus for him, and he felt distant from himself. When he finally fazed back in, he was lying in his own bed, at his Grandfather's house.

Owari