In this story there wont be any mega evolution. Not sure if I'll include the fairy type or gen 6 pokemon just yet. Ash is fifteen and so is May and Cynthia. The story will have both Ray and Advanced shipping but I'm not sure who, if anyone, he'll end up with. He will have NO LEGENDARIES, and he will be smarter than he is in the anime. I'll try my best to do interesting contests when they happen. I wont be sticking to closely to the anime either but it will be similar.
Branches tore at his face, as the little orange pokemon ran through the dense forest running as fast as his little legs could take him. The fire on his tail burned low, but he could not stop. If he was caught then his trainer would punish him, and nothing was worse than this. His breath was heaving and his muscles were spasming but he ignored them. Finally he could see that the trees were thinning, signaling that he was nearly there, nearly free, but cruel fate in the form of a tree root, abruptly put an end to his optimism.
The sound of the footsteps drew closer and he knew that there was no point in getting back up now. He had failed again. He just hoped the beating wouldn't be too severe. Hoping beyond hope.
"You worthless pokemon!" the venomous words of his trainer caused him to flinch.
"I gave you a five minute head start!" he continued "All you had to do was make it through the forest without me capturing you, but no" he was now shouting, atop his fiery Rapidash.
"First you can't even beat a simple Bulbasaur and now this, I tried training you but it looks like you're completely pathetic!" he roared.
Tears were now rolling down the skinny pokemon's cheeks.
"Char char chaaar!" he begged, after all that Bulbasaur was a much higher level than Charmander and his trainer knew this. He also hadn't eaten in days as his trainer told him he could eat if he managed to beat even a single one of his other pokemon. He had not been so lucky. Tossing another pokeball he released another pokemon.
"This is your last chance Charmander, if you can beat Flareon I'll let you stay, if not…."
The battle lasted seconds, a quick attack to the abdomen and a fire spin later, he was out cold. The boy then took out his pokeball and smashed it on the ground. Leaving him for dead.
Ash's eyes fluttered open. Yawning, he stretched himself awake and dragged himself out of bed.
"mmm….What time is it, I must have woken up early," he sighed contently.
Today was the day that he was going to receive his first pokemon from professor oak. The fifteen year old aspiring dragon master switched on the radio as he went to brush his teeth.
"And in breaking news.." a middle aged, over dressed news reporter said.
"Recent studies have lead to the reclassifying of the type of a well known pokemon", said the woman wearing a 'tinsel-like' sparkling green dress".
"While studying in the Hoenn region, the region's own Professor Birch has discovered that the Grass Pokemon starter Treeko's final evolution Sceptile is indeed part Dragon!"
Ash smiled as he heard this, Pallet town's own professor Oak had played a large part in this discovery.
"Awesome, they finally proved it", he said. "I hope I can catch one some day".
While he got dressed he noticed something, his Voltorb alarm clock laid broken on the floor. Paranoid he checked the time on his Pokegear, which read 9:15.
"Oh crap, I was supposed to meat the professor at 8:30!" he panicked. Grabbing his backpack he sprinted out of the house nearly knocking over a sweeping in the process.
"Sorry Mimey but I'm gonna be late!"
When he finally reached the professor's lab he saw his rival Gary Oak, the professor's grandson, leaving in a red sports car.
"Ha see you later Ashey boy," he mocked.
"Shut up Gary, well see who the better trainer is at the Indigo league".
"Hah", he teased. "Like you'll make it to the indigo league, 100 pokedollers says you wont even get 5 badges." Gary laughed as he drove off.
Cursing to himself, Ash stomped into the lab. "Professor! Please tell me that you still have a pokémon for me, any pokémon please?"
"Ash my boy, I'm sorry to have to tell you this but the last pokemon I had was just given away to a trainer that managed to get here on time." Said the elderly professor pitifully.
"Surely you have something else, anything please?" he pleaded.
"I'm very sorry Ash but no, I have absolutely nothing to give you".
Ash was devastated, he would have to wait another year before the chance came to get another pokemon, and Gary would never let him live it down. Just then a man wearing a dark brown trench coat, a white shirt, black tie and a sky blue waistcoat walked in. Raising his bushy grey eyebrows at the sad looking boy in front of him.
"Ahh Professor Rowan I see you finally made it." Said Oak.
"Nice to see you again Samuel, its been too long."
"I take it you brought the package with you then?"
"Of course, its right here in my briefcase," he replied, smiling under his mustache.
"Ash my boy, I'd like you to meet professor Rowan," Oak continued "He's a professor from the Sinnoh region".
"Nice to meet you," Ash said, half-heartedly.
"I take it this is the young man you told me about." The older professor said.
"Indeed it is." Said Oak, a knowing smile on his face.
"I guess I'll be going then," Ash mumbled, "bye professor."
"Wait Ash, don't you want to meet your new pokemon?" said Oak, the smirk on his face widening.
"What do you mean professor?"
"Sorry Ash I couldn't help myself," the professor chuckled.
"What's going on here?"
"You really didn't think I'd forget to get a pokemon for you did you Ash?"
"You really have a pokemon for me?" Ash said, his eyes gleaming at the prospect.
"Indeed I do, and a very special one at that, happy birthday Ash." Retrieving the pokemball from Professor Rowan and giving it to Ash. "Well go ahead." He said.
"Go pokeball!" Ash said, giddy like a kid at a toy store.