...masters," and he's an overall nice guy. That's what first glance would tell you, anyway.
You have no idea how wrong you really are.
It all started years ago, when Ash was traveling with Misty and Brock. Misty was a red-haired tomboy from Cerulean city, where she was once its gym leader. She had a crush on Ash, and always assumed it was secret – Of course, it wasn't. Ash had always let his friends believe that he was some naïve idiot who only knew about Pokemon and jack squat about girls. He gave the "innocent kid" vibe, and made sure that's what everyone thought. No one would suspect the pervert that resided in his mind. One morning, the boy decided that things would be different – Well, that, and puberty was beginning to hit. He already knew all he needed to know (he wasn't innocent by any means,) so that wasn't the problem; the problem was getting Misty's shorts off.
"Good morning, Ash." Misty said, snapping him out of his mental planning. He shook his head, snapping back to reality and smelling the pancakes Brock was preparing for breakfast. He looked at Misty, giving her his usual smile.
"Mornin', Misty." He said, nodding at her. He looked over at Brock, seeing the older boy distracted by cooking. He turned back to Misty, having an inner war about when this idea was going to be put into action.
Well, he did st...