Disclaimer: Nothing is mine here bar the story. Anyway, I thought of a new title and as promised, I will rewrite the story so here it is! This time, I'll make sure that I won't be updating rushed chapters. Okay! Here it is! Expect the next chapter next Saturday. It's a hundred percent sure!
Note: I'm beginning to edit even if I'm not even close to halfway the story since it would be too much a bother to start from square one once I finish this.
Edited: 5/1/2014
"Mr. Ketchum, what can you say about the success of yet another wonderful film you've starred at? How does it feel?"
Many more questions from different voices, masculine and feminine were thrown at the celebrity. Added to that, cameras and other kinds of paparazzi's from interviewers and journalists alike were on hand, taking countless shots of the most famous teen celebrity around: Ash Ketchum.
In the whole Kanto region, he was known by almost everyone, especially with the ladies for a reason, of course. It's no exaggeration to claim that you'd be alienated if you hadn't a single clue about who he is. Due to his natural charm, girls would flock around his mere presence and truth be told, he has mixed feelings over this. While he was flattered that he was making several fans in the world supporting him every step of the way, there was a part of him where he wished to bargain his fame for a plain, old teenage life. He was already wealthy, anyway due to him having her mother work as the CEO and owner of an undeniably large company so the life he desired wouldn't change his way of life by much.
"Ok everyone. Please settle down." He began. "I really appreciate it for those who supported me and the movie. It was really an honor for me so I thank you. All the support you've bestowed to me, it's an inspiration." Adjusting his head to suffice to the height of all the microphones of the interviewers springing from just about every corner, he began to speak in a polite and composed fashion. He was expecting more waves of questions which he anticipated correctly. Just like that, after finishing answering one question, the media only tossed even more questions growing at an exponential rate. If this continues, he knew he's going to melt down to a squishy jelly as he was already beat to a pulp from the beginning. As cliché as it sounds, he only knew one way to get out of this situation, or at least hold it for a short time. "Everyone, if you don't mind, will you excuse me for now? I'm a bit stressed and tired so if you may, I would like to have a rest. If it's not a bother, will you let me go? I promise I'll answer all your questions next time." He explained or more like make up an excuse, which was half true because all his energy's practically gone down the drains.
With all those words being said, the mood of the crowd had slid down to an exceedingly lower morale. It was obvious a great portion of the pack showcased reluctance on their faces but to take to account his young age at seventeen, he's practically not cut out for these kinds of ruckus yet. People didn't fail to comprehend the position of the young celebrity. Out of kindness, the media conversed telepathically, apparently deciding unanimously as they split, slicing a clear path for the spiky-haired star. "Thanks, everyone! I promise that I'll answer you tomorrow on whatever you would like to know so please reserve it for tomorrow during the live interview! To all my supporters out there, God bless and thanks for all your support!" With that, he dashed out perkily but not with all those flashy cameras stealing a few shots.
Smiling and relieved, he lashed out of what he claimed the side effect of a drug he had accidentally ingested: his overpopularity. With that pep he just presented, it appears he's contradicting what energy he has just moments ago, or rather lack thereof. Switching glances abruptly, he looked like he's looking for something until a black limo revealed himself to Ash, approaching him with a middle-aged man popping out from the inside as he lowered the car windows.
"Good evening, sir." The man greeted with a bit of formality in his tone.
"Good evening to you, as well." Returning the gesture, he then opened one of the doors and sat at the back, releasing some stress with an obviously tired sigh. "Shall we go now, Sir?" The man asked; Ash complied shortly. With that, the driver began to start the engine, making vrooming noises. After a few seconds, the vehicle began to pick up speed and left everything in its wake.
Along halfway of the trip, Ash fell to a state of slumber as the accumulated fatigue took its toll on the young celebrity. The next thing he knew, the vehicle was already parked beside the humungous house that sprouted before him. The driver called out for him, informing him of their arrival. Ash wasted no second and rushed to the gates, painted black with its handle golden. From the outside, you can glint at almost the whole front of what you may call a mansion. Most of the building consisted of a white color aside from the various dashes of many colors. A deep hue of blue colored the roof, with a lighter shade of the said color applied on the doors. It wasn't too soon when someone pushed the door from the inside, unlocking it before heading off for the gate as with a click, the gate paved way, revealing a woman which has the appearance of a lady in her late twenties. Her outfit consisted of a simple pink blouse partnered with a plain white skirt that veiled everything underneath her waist down to the kneecap.
"Welcome home, honey."
"Good evening, mom."
With their so-called mother-son moment, his mom gladly showed him inside. Upon entering the premises, her mom signaled him to follow her, to which the boy did, stalking suit.
"Finally, I'm home! I could really use a rest right now." He groaned as they reached the living room of their mansion, quickly crashing on the sofa, landing on his back. His mother looked at him and was about to ask him if he wanted dinner but when she did question him, she didn't get a valid response. In fact, what she got from him was snores. She just giggled lightly, seeing her son falling asleep in a matter of seconds.
Morning had revealed itself again. The sun showed proof, releasing streaks of light that struck everything beneath it.
Ash soon got up from his sleep. The first thing that he took notice of was the scent of food. He quickly ran to the dining table to see a feast. Every kind of dish was appetizing and the aroma it gave off is just delicious. Then he saw his mom come out of the kitchen together with two plates on hand, as well as two pairs of spoon and fork. He happily approached his mom and greeted her with a hearty "Good morning!" and a warm embrace.
They sat down on the seats provided, with them facing each other oppositely. Being the Ash he is, he took a chunk out of every kind of food served in front of him, making his meal compare to a rainbow-colored mountain, minus some colors of it. The diverse color of the dishes which are made up of bacon, egg roll, hotdog, ham and fried rice which was yellow in color. On the other hand, his mom was more refined, taking only a small but still decent amount of food.
"So, Ash, I have a suggestion for you." His mom said after swallowing the grub in her mouth.
Ash shot her a curious look before replying. "What is it?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll like it." The boy was now excited. Ash smiled widely.
"What is it? What is it? What is it?" He asked childishly.
His mom chuckled lightly before saying "Since I noticed you getting so tired, even for your age lately, I decided to give you a vacation!"
Upon hearing this, he jumped out of his seat and leapt up and down. It was a dream come true for him and now, it was almost reality. He hugged his mom and kissed him repeatedly on the cheek and kept muttering: "Thank you, mom!"
"Ok, your welcome and that's enough. Eat up first and we'll talk about it later."
Ash returned to his seat, grinning widely and chowing down with more pep than usual. His mom could only look at his son in amusement, chuckling softly. It was evident he was delighted to hear such news, and even if Delia wasn't her mother, she fail to perceive that fact.
Ash finished faster than his mom even if he had way more amount of food than his mom's. Taking his stained plate with him, he went to the sink and placed it there then bounced his way to the living room, humming happily.
"Hmmm… I guess this was the right decision to do all along." His mom said mentally, observing his son being so happy. A testament that proved it all was his humming. He never did that. The last time he did that was when he was eight during his birthday so obviously he was very happy and happy might even be an understatement.
Ash was occupying the same sofa he had slept on. He was there physically, but his mind was otherwise. He was at his own world or mind, rather thinking of what surprises await him in his little heaven. Different scenes flash inside his brain. One scene was him on a white beach, with him lying peacefully on a beach chair. Another situation was him soothing himself on a serene hot spring. One more was-
His daydreaming was interrupted by a voice.
"ASH! ASH!"
Looking at the person angrily, he saw his mom with his arms folded.
"What?" He growled.
A vein popped beside the lady's eye. Gritting her teeth, she feigned a smile.
"Will you listen? The live interview's today and the media called. The interview starts at 11 in the morning and it's 9:30 already. Better get ready or else I'll do the bath for you myself. Would you like that?" Delia asked, twitching her brows.
"Uhh…I'll pass." The only thing his mouth could say was that. He couldn't do anything right now but groan in utter disappointment. Interviews were the most annoying thing in the world in his personal opinion. All the camera flashes, the continuous yet same questions and most of all, the fanservice. Since his most famous tandem was with Misty Waterflower even if he was personally against the idea, he can't do anything about both of them got ridiculously famous, they were really close and he knew that Misty had feelings for him. Due to a conversation he had overheard just around a year ago, he heard Misty and Brock talking and even if what he had heard back then sounded really unbelievable, Misty claimed that he loved Ash and she wants Brock's advice since their match-up was a huge step-up to her plans if their chemistry would make all the fans react positively. The celebrity heard her himself which was enough to understand, even with that thick line of naivety coaxing his head regarding this matter.
"Here, your towel and don't forget…" Delia, popping suddenly after leaving just for a while handed him his towel and paused. Her hidden hand that was placed behind her back held a plain white fabric which was an undergarment. She wiggled it in front of a flustered Ash, who snatched it away from her mother's grasp. If he was to name one thing he hated about his mother, its…that.
"Fine. You didn't have to boast it so proudly on my face. " He hissed, his cheeks retouched with a light hue of pink. He stepped away from her mother as he headed straight to the bathroom, holding the piece of underwear and towel her mom gave.
Knowing Ash's extremely rash and hurried actions, it only took him around fifteen minutes to be fully prepared. He was in his room, dressed in a semi-formal fashion. He had his usual white T-shirt just worn inside a light blue jacket and dark blue baggy pants; his hair was a real mess. Strands stood up in an omnidirectional pattern but he didn't bother to, even after going through all the trouble of ogling himself in the mirror. Not that he's aware but his charm was more than sufficient to still highlight his naturally good looks and to top it off, his fans actually buy this poor excuse of what you call stylish hair According to most of them, that hairstyle contradicted his gentle face and as such, he appeared naughty yet cute. He stuffed his wallet which was on his mattress and didn't forget to take a short look at three clock, reading '9:48'
"Just enough time, I guess." He murmured to himself as he got out of his room. He looked for his mom who was busying herself with her usual paperwork inside her personal room.
"Okay, mom. I'll be out. See you at lunch, I guess."
"Sure. Good luck out there."
As their brief conversation drew to a close, Ash finally exited the house and left with the limo from yesterday the means of his transportation.
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