A Journey
Summary: Ash's daughter has NO interest in Pokemon training. So, Ash, being the enterprising young Master that he is, puts her into the middle of the woods in the night while she's asleep with a pack, no map, a Pokedex, and a VERY angry Pichu.
A/N: I apologize how intro-y it is, and the descriptions of stuff might not be the most scintillating reading, but it's better than some intro chapters where the characterization is literally just a list. Trust me, it gets better.
All in all, Ash Ketchum mused, his daughter was shaping up to be a disappointment. Twig was a beautiful girl, truth be told… He thought.
Since Ash can't exactly evaluate the looks of his own daughter, I guess I, the narrator, will. She has long legs like her mother, and unlike her late mother she's actually beginning to have what could eventually be sizeable breasts. She has unruly, mousy brown hair which feels a little like straw. She has light gray eyes which are her best feature. Her nose is rather large, unlike both her mother and Ash. That would make sense, however, because that Ash is not her birth father. (LONG story, one neither Ash nor Twig knows, so I hope you can keep a secret). Anyways, continuing with Ash.
Twig was a beautiful girl, truth be told, at 13 years old, but she showed a remarkably alarming disinterest in training. She didn't mind Pokemon, other than Pikachu, which to Ash's chagrin she hated, but she had no interest to wander the world and try to be the very best, like no one ever was. She'd gotten offers for Pokemon to train for a long time now. Brock had constantly offered one Pokemon of almost every litter which he bred. Twig finally took a Nidoran Female, Nara, from one of Brock's litters with Gary. However, she showed no interest in battling. She didn't even have the same bond with Nara as Ash had with Pikachu. Nara was more a pet than a friend, teammate, and equal to Twig.
Ash sighed. It was time for a bit of tough love, he thought to himself.
Twig stretched, only to find a canopy of trees hanging over her. She assumed she must still be dreaming. She looked down, only to find that instead of her silky nightgown, she was wearing a pair of the most comfortable jeans in physical existence. She could barely tell she was wearing them.
She looked at the tag, knowing that at least if she was dumped into a random forest dream, she'd come out of it knowing what purely heavenly jeans are like. The tag insignia was 4Trainers.
She stared similarly at her shirt, a cotton pink shirt which was both flattering and comfortable. It had a bit of a V-neck, showing a bit of cleavage. She looked at the tag coming off of the sleeve. The tag also 'said' 4Trainers.
She rummaged in her pockets of her new jeans, and found that they were rather deep and practical. She had a pocket within her right pocket for money, and she found in there a thousand dollars. She glared at the paltry sum. One thousand pokedollars wouldn't buy her a night's stay in even the sleaziest of hotels. In the pocket, folded in between two 100 dollar bills, she found a quick note. Her brow darkened in surprise and the birth throes of anger; she recognized the pharmacist scrawl only had by seizuring Pokemon holding pens in their mouths, and her father.
Dear Twiggy,
I know that you don't want to train Pokemon, but I think that once you try it you'll thank me for this. You can get Nara once you can find your way home. If you don't want to train once you get home, then you don't have to. Enjoy yourself!
Love,
Dad
P.S.- Check your knapsack.
Twig snarled at the letter, and looked at a backpack lying on the ground next to her. It was camouflage blue, and looked rather sturdy, and, once again, comfortable.
Within it, she found two bras, each two sizes too small (oh, how her dad could not judge cup size), and two pairs of underwear. She found a bar rapped in cellophane. She assumed it looked like soap, though it resembled wax, and didn't smell much better. It was hard, and the size of a brick.
She found something the size of a PDA, something that she DID recognize. The slim Pokedex seemed to laugh at her, to summarize all of her troubles. She took a breath through gritted teeth.
Continuing, she saw a lighter, shaped like a Charizard. She clicked it, and a blue jet of flame came out of the Charizard's mouth. She grinned at that, a little bit. She continued to paw through, and found a curiously shiny metal pot. She found a Kantonian Army Knife, and pawed through all of its uses. She found one of those flashlights which when shook, gave off light, requiring no batteries. All of her stuff was incredibly lightweight.
She found a loud whistle shaped like an Exploud. She was almost beginning to be happy at having all this cool stuff, the least of which was a sleeping bag that had been compressed in a carrying bag approximately the size of a purse.
But, then, Twig saw a familiar red and white sphere. She felt a clench of fear, knowing that her precious, docile Nara wasn't the creature contained in that electromagnetic sphere. She breathed in and out, and pressed the button.