Pokemon: A different Ash

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Everyone frowned slightly, just as the man had said—Sabrina's sub-personality belonged to her friend, though her perspective was far too extreme.

As far as the sub-personality was concerned, Sabrina, the powerful Psychic-type trainer and main personality, was feared by everyone. Obsessed with Psychic powers since childhood, she had driven away not only potential friends but also her own parents. Sabrina's sub-personality, who once experienced the warmth of family and friendship, lost everything due to the dominance of the main personality. This fostered an indescribable grudge within her heart towards the main personality.

Now, as the sub-personality absorbed the powers of the main personality, she had come to see herself as the dominant one. Sabrina, the original personality, had become the target of her spite.

"So, are you planning to become just like her?" Ash asked, frowning at the floating, childlike figure of little girl.

"I just want someone to play with me," little girl replied, her voice soft after a brief silence. She then looked at Ash, her expression strangely vulnerable.

Ash furrowed his brow. "I promised you, but you've already lost," he said firmly. Despite her childlike appearance, little girl's immaturity was evident, and indulging her whims seemed unwise.

"That's her loss! I won't lose!" she retorted stubbornly. With a wave of her hand, the room was suddenly illuminated by a flash of blue light. Kadabra, who had been embedded in the wall, floated out, battered and unconscious. girl's eyes glowed crimson as eleven bursts of emerald light enveloped Kadabra.

Under this eerie radiance, Kadabra's injuries healed at a remarkable speed, even surpassing the effects of Recover. Slowly, its eyes fluttered open, and it looked around in confusion.

"This…" Misty and Brock gasped in astonishment, while the man beside them showed no surprise.

"Psychic powers don't usually have healing properties," the man explained, "but Psychic energy is what fuels Kadabra's very being. Now that little girl has inherited Sabrina's immense Psychic power, she can manipulate it with precision. For a Psychic-type Pokémon, her abilities allow rapid healing."

"Kira!" Kadabra cried, now fully restored. It scanned the scene, noticing Sabrina unconscious in Ash's arms and the distressed trainer kneeling on the ground. A flash of realization crossed its face.

"You fought her earlier," girl said gleefully, addressing Kadabra. "But now, you'll face me. If you lose, you'll be my friend—just as we agreed."

Floating above them, girl beamed with excitement. Ash glanced at Kadabra, his expression troubled. He knew the battle couldn't be avoided. If he refused, girl wouldn't let them leave. Alone, he might manage, but Misty and Brock were with him, and their safety came first.

Teleport was an option, but Ash doubted the man would abandon Sabrina, given their history. He wouldn't leave her side, even at great personal risk.

"Kira…" Kadabra trembled, stepping back nervously. Its sharp mind had pieced together the situation through the conversations and the Psychic bond it shared with Sabrina. It knew Sabrina's condition was dire and understood the threat posed by girl. Shaking its head, Kadabra refused the challenge.

"Huh?" girl tilted her head, confusion flickering in her crimson eyes. She studied Kadabra closely.

"Don't you get it?" Ash interjected, his voice steady. "Kadabra's loyalty is to Sabrina. No matter how much power you steal, you can't take her place."

Even before, even with the Poké Ball in her hand, Sabrina always controlled Kadabra directly through her Psychic abilities.

Although the sub-personality might share Sabrina's power, Kadabra remained Sabrina's Pokémon. The true connection between trainer and Pokémon lay with the main personality, not the sub-personality attempting to replace her.

"I *am* Sabrina. I'm the real Sabrina! I won't allow anyone to defy me!" little girl declared angrily. Her crimson eyes flared with light, and her fury filled the air.

Kadabra sensed danger and tried to retreat, but a red light enveloped its body, freezing it in place. Its movements halted completely as its own eyes began to glow red. The panic on Kadabra's face vanished, replaced by a cold, ferocious expression. Slowly, it turned to face Ash and his friends.

Misty and Brock gasped at the sight of the immobilized Pokémon, now standing still like a lifeless puppet.

"See? Friends, family, Pokémon—it doesn't matter. They're all just like dolls to me," little girl said sweetly, a sinister grin on her face.

Her words sent chills down Misty and Brock's spines. Despite her innocent appearance, her thoughts revealed something deeply unsettling.

At that moment, Ash, who had been crouching on the ground, lowered his head slightly. His hat cast a shadow over his eyes, hiding his expression.

"Ash!" Misty called out worriedly, her voice trembling.

Ash didn't respond. He slowly stood, lifting Sabrina gently in his arms, and began walking toward the exit with his head still bowed.

Misty and Brock rushed to help the older man, supporting him as they followed Ash out of the venue. Once outside, Ash carefully leaned Sabrina against the wall, ensuring she was as comfortable as possible. Brock and Misty brought the older man closer to her, his steps hurried with worry.

"Sabrina!" he cried, pulling away from Brock to kneel by her side. His face was filled with guilt and concern as he checked her condition.

Ash, however, remained silent. Without a word, he turned back toward the field. His hat tipped forward, obscuring his face until he raised a hand to adjust the brim slightly, revealing his determined eyes.

"Using Psychic abilities alongside Pokémon in battle—I can understand that. It's a unique strategy. But using Psychic powers to *control* a Pokémon? That's something I can never accept. They aren't your tools," Ash said firmly, his voice ice-cold as he locked eyes with little girl.

"I'll accept your challenge. If I lose, you can do whatever you want. But if I win..." Ash paused, his gaze unwavering. "...you will disappear!"

Misty and Brock exchanged nervous glances. This was a side of Ash they rarely saw. He was usually calm, even in the face of difficult battles. But this wasn't just a battle—it was a violation of what Ash held dear. The way little girl controlled Kadabra had ignited a fire of pure rage within him.