Ash Ketchum was torn. He stared at the field where his rival's final monster stood, on its last legs and steadily succumbing to a burn inflicted by Ash's now fainted charizard.
The enemy rhydon stared back at him, its strained breaths the only sound in the empty space of the gym. Sweat trickled down his neck. He had always sweated more from the back of his head, though he never figured out why.
He delayed as much as possible, but neither of his choices were terribly palatable.
"So what's it to be, Ketchum?" called his opponent from across the field. "Are you going to bring out your last decrepit pokemon already or are you gonna forfeit?"
The taunt was too much for him. He couldn't allow such an insult to go unanswered. "Pikachu may be old, Gary Oak, but he is not decrepit! We'll show you what we can still do! Pikachu, I choose you!"
From behind him, ran a pikachu, a species of mouse pokemon that could use electricity. It ran into the ring and stood at the place the charizard had, facing down its rival.
This pikachu, called Pikachu, had once been a champion, but had long put battling behind him, spending most of his time in a breeding centre, adding to his growing brood. He had been considered a wunderkind, much more powerful than a typical pikachu should be and now his fecundity was a main source of income for his trainer.
He got up, steely and determined, though the ravages of age were clearly showing in both his appearance and agility. His yellow hair was no longer as sleek as it once was, fraying around his tail and his cheeks, once orange, had dulled in colour over the years and he no longer moved with the delicate grace of his glory days, but did so slowly and deliberately.
His opponent was a rhydon, a bipedal rhinoceros species of pokemon that was completely immune to electrical attacks. In any other circumstances, an ageing pikachu would present no barrier at all. Presently, however, he was tired and weakened by his previous battle and would eventually succumb to his burn. Given the circumstances, they were more or less evenly matched, though even a weakened rhydon is still dangerous.
Gary, the rhydon's trainer, assessed the situation and reacted, commanding his rhydon to attack using a move known as an Earthquake. His rhydon, however, had used this attack various times previously in the last battle and was too weak now to do anything more than pound the ground ineffectually.
Seeing this, he countermanded "Hit it with a Rock Throw!"
The rhydon picked a stone off the field and hurled it at the pikachu. It narrowly missed its target, making the hair on the pikachu's tail billow with the force of its movement. A moment later, the pikachu reacted, moving away from where the stone hit.
Ash saw now that he had made a grave mistake. Pikachu's reaction time to that attack had been simply atrocious for even a freshly hatched Pichu, let alone a former champion. Pikachu was in real danger. Still, it was too late to back out now and all he really needed to do was wait until the rhydon's burn finally overwhelmed it.
"Pikachu! Use Double Team!"
The pikachu began to move quickly from side to side so as to create multiple images of itself to fool his opponent and disguise his real location. It was a trick it had picked up years earlier and one that Ash ordered used whenever he wanted Pikachu to avoid an attack.
The rhydon was now confused. There were now multiple rivals and it didn't know quite which one to aim for. His trainer, however, knew just what to do. "Rhydon! Use Swift!"
The rhydon opened its mouth and a series of stars issued forth, these came out in a quick stream, and quickly moved in a single direction toward the leftmost image of the rival pikachu.
It was a direct hit. The pikachu squeaked in pain.
"I knew you'd pull that old trick sometime, Ketchum, so I taught it to Rhydon as a secret weapon, just in case" sneered Gary at his rival.
Ash was distraught. Even though the Swift technique was relatively low-powered, coming from a rhydon, even one suffering from a burn, it could still cause a lot of damage. "Are you OK, Pikachu? Can you keep going?"
"Pika pi!" came the reply. The pikachu had now gotten up.
"Good! Because we have a secret weapon of our own! Pikachu, use Surf!"
The pikachu began a long, angry wail using its familiar call, as though summoning some unknown monster from the deep. "Piiiiiikaaaaaaaaaaaa...."
There was a pause.
"CHUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!"
The final call was nearly deafening, accompanied as it was by a roar. From the ground as if by magic, there came a flood of water. It filled the field, drenching the sand and stone thereon and flooding it like a pool. Suddenly there came a great wave from one side, with the pikachu surfing its crest on its belly.
This wave picked the rhydon up like a toy and threw it against a rock. Almost as quickly as it had appeared, the water subsided, leaving behind only wet sand. Rhydons, being dry land creatures, were extremely susceptible to water-based attack. It had fainted.
Pikachu stood alone on the field panting, its hair soaked. Pikachus were not able to be taught the Surf attack through conventional means and most authorities on the subject thought it impossible. Nevertheless, this pikachu had managed it after winning a tournament many years ago. It was a move Ash and Pikachu rarely employed because they found it useful to keep it secret, but it had done the job.
Gary was the first to speak. "Rhydon!" He called it back into its pokeball to put it into a state of suspended animation and looked up at Ash. "I don't believe it. I have waited for this day for years and I still can't defeat you! You are still somehow the only trainer to ever best Gary Oak!". His voice went quieter. "Well, I suppose my grandfather was right... I should put more trust in... anyway... Thanks for the match, Ash. You can see yourself out, can't you?"
He turned and walked away, toward the door to the gym's office.
He looked back down at Pikachu, still panting. "We did it! No, wait, you did it! You didn't think you had it in you anymore, but you did it! We sure showed them!"
"Pikachuuu!" cooed the pikachu, delighted by the praise. It opened its mouth to speak again. "Chuuu......"
Pikachu collapsed.
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The trip to the Viridian City Pokemon Center happened in a blur. Ash couldn't put Pikachu into a ball, for it had always hated going into suspended animation. From the moment they met, he had never put him inside one and he had long ago promised that he never would.
His car careened through the streets, ignoring speed limits and traffic lights and all the time muttering under his breath. "... should never have accepted a rematch... What was I thinking suggesting we only use our original team?... wouldn't have happened if Butterfree or Pidgeot were still around..."
Pikachu faded in and out of consciousness. He seemed in pain during the short bursts of lucidity. He occasionally moaned "Pika piii...." as if to reassure Ash that it wasn't his fault.
But it was. Ash knew that he should have forfeited.
They pulled in and parked, ignoring the command of the police officer who had followed him for the final few streets. She was shouting herself hoarse, but Ash didn't care. He rushed inside and shouted at the nurse behind the counter for help.
After admitting Pikachu, Ash had somehow managed to not get arrested. The news was not good, however, when the nurse finally emerged from the surgery.
"I'm sorry sir, but Pikachu is old and he might not make it. The strain may have been too much. We've done all we can now."
Ash struggled to say something, anything.
"You may go in to see him now."
He rushed in. He wasn't ready to say goodbye just yet. They'd had twenty long years battling and training together with both of them finding and losing love and living life along the way. They had shared in the glory of victory and more often, they had shared the bitterness of defeat. Mostly, they had shared a friendship that had lasted most of both of their lives.
They had lived for the thrill of battle and the glory of victory. Now it would appear that Pikachu would die doing what they loved the most. Ash sat down beside Pikachu.
"Pika piii...." moaned Pikachu faintly. Ash put a hand on his paw.
"I'm here, Pikachu. Don't worry, we've been through worse. I know you're going to pull through!"
Pikachu shook his head. "Piii..."
"But you can't die! Not yet! You're my best friend and I can't lose you!" Ash's voice, though much deeper and more gravelly than it had been in his youth was cracking audibly.
"Pika." said Pikachu pointedly. It reached up a paw and pointed at his jacket.
"What are you pointing to? My pokedex?"
Pikachu nodded. Ash pulled out the device and opened it. It brought back memories of a time long ago when he had promised an old man that he would help him make an electronic guide of all the different pokemon species in the world. It opened like a book and out tumbled an old and faded photograph of a girl with short red hair wearing a yellow shirt and cut-offs.
Pikachu grabbed the photograph and moaned again. "Chuuu...."
"You want me to find her? But, we haven't spoken in years... not for years... not since that day... she might not even want to see me again."
Pikachu shook his head. "Pika pii... Pika pika chuu...". He closed his eyes.
Ash panicked. "Wait! Pikachu! Wake up!"
But it was too late. Pikachu had passed on.
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A few weeks passed. The burial service had been sad, attended by many trainers and the owners of Pikachu's numerous progeny. Dozens of Pikachu's children lined up along the plot at the breeding centre and sang. Their sad, child-like chanting had given it an eerie feel, but it gave Ash the chance to say goodbye properly.
Today though, he made a decision. He got into his car and started the engine. He headed out his driveway, up through the road past Viridian City and Pewter City, where his old friend Brock lived with his wife and their twelve children and finally, took the tunnel through Mount Moon to Cerulean City. Ash looked down at the flowers on the passenger side seat. He had a date he needed to keep.