Silver Ash, rewritten. Pokemon is, and will forever be copyright.
Trigger Warning: mentioned child abuse and rape.
I was the son of the seventh son, and the fate written in the stars was to come true, the instance I opened my dull brown eyes. a thin layer of black, ashy hair covering my scalp. Giving me my name, and a premonition of my future. Ash.
I had a brother, with a laugh that rang clear, and silver eyes that grabbed mine, blind trust in them. His bare, naked body sprouted new marks almost on a daily basis. I never thought much of it, because I was too young to. But I knew the tears were wrong, I just didn't do anything. I couldn't save my brother from abuse.
He protected me. Every hit meant for me, he bore silently, silver eyes turning emotionless. I was losing him more and more by every passing day. His soul seemed to shatter more with every touch. It was't just the beatings. My father brought friends over, who touched him places I'd never dare say. Where were you mother, while my brother was being abused and raped?
At fourteen, my brother committed a grave mistake. He telephoned the authorities, and my father was alerted before they could arrive. After a solid fifteen-minute thrashing, my brother was almost a corpse, and in this state he was dragged out of the house. I didn't even try and stop them, I was too surprised to understand.
My name is Ash Ketchum. When I was nine, I let my brother down. A year later, I'm ready to become a Pokemon Master get him back.