Hello there readers welcome to my story . This work is a fanfiction of Pokemon character that's I love the most so if i by chance ruin your childhood innocent i am sorry in advance .

And to all the readers ( if there is any ) please kindly support . An this story is all from my imagination so please don't copy .

And if their is any grammar mistakes please bear with it as I am very bad at english 🙏✨

A glimpse :

A remote, invitation-only training camp in the Sinnoh mountains, hosted by a prestigious Pokémon professor—meant for elite young trainers preparing for the next level (Championship or Pro League). Where every trainer capable are invited . How will this place make their story turn out let

 Character introduction :



Name : Ash Ketchum

Age : 18

personality : Energetic, confident, and charismatic — but a bit softer than his usual League-self.

Still carries that deep empathy for Pokémon and people.



Name : paul sinzi

Age : 17

Personality: Cold, calculating, and ruthlessly efficient.

Has always felt something about Ash—an irritation, a pull, a heat.

That emotion has now turned obsessive.

" he doesn't want to defeat ash . He want him ."

Ash Ketchum – POV

Pallet Town was quiet that morning, softer than usual beneath the orange-gold sky.

Ash stood outside his house with Pikachu perched on his shoulder, his bag strapped tight across his back. The breeze smelled of damp grass and spring dust, and the air buzzed with something he couldn’t name—excitement, maybe. Nervousness. It was the first time he’d be gone this long.

One full year.

A specialized training program—invite only, high-level, supervised by one of Sinnoh’s top professors. The kind of thing future Champions attended. The kind of thing Paul would attend.

Ash hadn’t thought of him yet. Not really.

His mom hugged him tightly, voice warm but watery.

“You’ve done so much already,” she whispered. “I hope you remember to rest sometimes, too.”

Ash laughed softly into her shoulder. “I will. And I’ll come back stronger.”

Delia pulled back with a small smile, brushing his hair away like he was still ten.

“You always do.”

On the Train

The route to Sinnoh took hours. Ash watched the trees blur past the windows, his hand resting lightly on Pikachu’s head as the train rocked beneath them. He passed the time thumbing through the official pamphlet again—the glossy cover showing the steep cliffs and rugged training fields of Mt. Nirai, where the camp was held.

“High-Intensity Training. Physical Endurance. Mental Discipline. Pokémon Synchronization.”

Ash grinned to himself.

He was ready.

 In Jubilife Station

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Stepping onto the bustling station platform, Ash heard his name shouted across the crowd.

“Ash!”

He turned—eyes lighting up.

“Brock! Dawn!”

They hadn’t seen each other in months, but it didn’t matter. Brock’s steady grin and Dawn’s bright eyes were the same as ever. Brock clapped him on the shoulder, and Dawn hugged him before looping her arm through his.

“Looks like we’re all going to suffer together for a whole year,” she joked.

“Think they’ll let us breathe between drills?” Brock asked.

Ash grinned. “If we’re lucky.”

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They boarded a chartered ferry to Mt. Nirai, the mountain hidden behind thick fog and sheer cliffs. The ride was quiet—other trainers murmured, reading the rules, staring out into the distance.

Ash noticed the diversity of the group: older teens, young adults, all handpicked. Champions-in-the-making. Rivalries waiting to happen.

But none of them mattered—not really. Not until he saw a name on the cabin assignment list.

Cabin 6B – Ash Ketchum

Cabin 6B – paul sinzi

He stared at it.

Something in his chest shifted—uncertain if it was irritation or anticipation.

“Of course,” he muttered.

Dawn peeked over. “That the same Paul?”

“Yeah,” Ash said flatly. “Same one.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Should we be worried?”

Ash smirked. “Only if he is.”

Mt. Nirai – First Glimpse

When the ferry finally docked and the group began the winding hike up the stone path, Ash found himself breathless—not from exhaustion, but awe.

The mountain rose like something ancient and wild, half-shrouded in mist. Wooden cabins dotted the trail, and far above, the glint of a high tower—a research center, maybe—cut into the grey clouds.

Ash couldn’t stop staring. This wasn’t like any League training he’d done before.

It felt bigger. Sharper. A storm waiting to break.

Nightfall

Their first night, the air was cold.

Ash unpacked slowly, glancing around the small two-person cabin. One bunk. Two desks. Shared space.

Pikachu curled up on the bed while Ash stared at the door.

He hasn’t arrived yet, Ash thought.

He stood, stretched his arms behind his head, and glanced out the window. Fog was thick now. Lamps flickered outside. The kind of quiet that came before something else.

Something big.

Something strange.

Something wrong.

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He turned back to his pack. Unaware that someone had been standing outside, just out of sight.

Watching.

Waiting.

And that this night—this simple, cold, uneventful night—would be the last time he would ever be truly alone.

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paul pov :

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He told himself he hated Ash Ketchum.

From the first time they battled, from the first time that idiot smiled like the world was soft and worth saving—Paul told himself he hated him.

The way Ash yelled every attack like it was the end of the world.

The way he hugged his Pokémon like it mattered more than victory.

The way he kept winning, not through strength but through something messier.

Paul had rules. Discipline. Calculations.

Ash had hope.

And somehow… it kept working.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t logical.

So he told himself he hated him.

But hate had a shape. A temperature. A rhythm.

This wasn’t that.

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After their full battle in the Sinnoh League, something shifted.

Paul should’ve felt satisfied. Closure.

But all he felt was cold.

He’d gone back to his room that night with his jaw tight and his pulse too loud. He remembered how Ash looked at him after the match—not smug. Not triumphant.

Just... open. Real.

He hated it.

He hated how Ash had gotten under his skin.

How he dreamed in sunlight and yellow. How he couldn’t stop seeing Ash’s mouth, soft and chapped from the wind, mouthing those stupid encouragements to his Pokémon.

How it wasn’t Ash’s victory that haunted him—but his smile.

The Camp Invitation

When the invitation came for the Nirai Training Camp, Paul knew Ash would be there.

Of course he would.

The professor who ran it was fascinated by “unorthodox trainers.” Ash might as well have been the poster boy.

Paul almost declined.

Almost.

But something inside him twisted too tightly to ignore. A coil of heat in his chest. A hunger without a name.

He had to see him again.

Not to beat him.

That part didn’t matter anymore.

He just needed to be near him.

To hear his voice. To watch him train. To get close enough to figure out—

> why you won't leave my f*ing head .

On the Boat

He watched Ash from across the deck.

Didn’t approach. Didn’t speak.

Ash was surrounded by others, of course. Laughing with that Coordinator girl, Dawn. Nudging his dumb Pokémon like everything was perfect.

Like Paul hadn’t been ripped apart from the inside out since the last time they fought.

> you forgot me , didn't you ?.

you moved on .

But I'm still here.i'm still..... burning.

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When he saw the name Ketchum beside his on the door list, Paul stared at it for a full minute. He was little bit surprised not shocked. Like he knew it but wasn't sure .

Coincidence?

No. its was their fate , their destiny .

Or Maybe it was the sign he needed.

He closed his eyes and imagined:

Ash brushing past him in the cabin.

Ash half-asleep, hair messy, hoodie slipping off one shoulder.

Ash shirtless after a rain training session, skin shining, too unaware of what he was.

Of what he did to people.

To him.

Nightfall Arrival

He waited until lights dimmed before he entered the cabin.

He stepped in slow, quiet, the door creaking just enough to make Ash stir from the bunk.

Ash looked up, blinking.

His expression shifted from sleep to surprise.

“…Paul?”

Paul met his eyes. Quiet. Steady.

Ash sat up, voice uncertain. “Didn’t think you’d show up late.”

Paul didn’t answer at first.

He dropped his bag by the door. Looked around once. Then said, calm and flat:

“I asked to be in your cabin.”

Ash blinked again, caught off-guard. “What?”

Paul turned toward him, face unreadable.

“I wanted to see what you look like when you’re not pretending in front of a crowd.”

There was silence.

Ash’s expression changed—just slightly. A flicker of discomfort.

Paul smirked.

> there it's is .

A crack

Good.

Inside His Head

As Ash laid back down, mumbling something about “talking tomorrow,” Paul didn’t blink.

He stood in the dark, watching him.

Breathing in sync. Sharing air.

Close enough to reach. Close enough to trap.

> I' ll find every piece of you that no one knows exists .

And i'll make them mine .

Because it was never really hate .

It was obsession dressed in Armor.

it was longing sharpened into a Blade.

it was love , if love meant ruining someone so they could never leave .

🖤 End of Chapter Two