Author: JasonResno
Authors Note: Yes, this is an OT fiction about my made up character, Todd, and his journey through the Pokemon world. He lived in Pallet during the years that Ash was on his journey to be a master. Reviews loved, critiques welcomed. I will refer to the chapters as "Episodes" because I have my stories and fanfiction categorized on my computer a certain way.
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'Why does mum always make ME do all the work," Jason grumbled as he pushed his way through some tall grass in their back yard.
It was a bright and sunny day in Pallet Town, this made Jason's work seem all the more interminable.
Jason was a fourteen-year-old student, currently residing in Pallet Town. He lived with his mother and younger sister, who had dubbed herself as 'the next Ash Ketchum'.
Jason stood about 5'7" with fair brown hair that was nestled comfortably underneath a plain blue hat. His eyes were a deep azure, which seemed to always glint when he pulled out his texts on Law.
His plan in life went almost the opposite direction of most boys his age, most kids left when they were ten years old on some grand adventure to become a pokemon master. This wasn't Jason's plan. He was more interested in becoming a lawyer, fighting for the rights of the innocent. This path, of course, was unpopular among kids, which made Jason and his intellect an outcast to some of societies cliques.
When other children were discussing which legendary pokemon they swore they saw, Jason was more interested in burying inside of the scripts of "Thereon vs. Williams", a heavily controversial case, in which the accused (Williams) was convicted and banished from Johto, only to later discover that he was innocent. It was too late, however, Williams had already taken his own life.
So one could see why Jason never actually clung onto the "Pokemon Master Disaster" (or so he aptly named it, arguing that most trainers never make it and end up wasting years that could have been better spent studying in school.) When his "graduating class" left to become "Pokemon Masters", Jason stayed back and studied, earned money, and tried to stay as far away from Pokemon as possible.
Jason bent down and tugged a few times on the string that started the engine of the lawnmower. A few more pulls gave him the same result: nothing. The engine seemed to whine a moment, and than the sound of metal on metal was heard.
Grunting, Jason carefully flipped over the lawnmower to examine the problem.
Story of my life, something is broken.
He spun the blade slowly, carefully, to see if the blade was the problem. It spun fine, something else was wrong, and the heat and hard work was getting to him. He abruptly stood up and pushed the lawnmower over, with a small curse under his breath. That is when he saw it.
Had it not been for his tantrum Jason would not have seen what he saw. Under a clump of freshly mown grass was a scratched up Pokeball. Jason knelt down to inspect the object.
Brushing away the grass Jason picked up the capturing device, of course he knew what it was. He'd just never held one before. To be honest, it was beautiful in its own abstract way and it slightly interested Jason. He was about to just toss it to the side, when a crazy thought entered his mind. What if the pokeball was inhabited?
His temple thrummed, and his heart beat a bit faster. He took the pokeball into one hand and pressed the white button situated at the center of the ball. The pokeball opened up, nothing happened. At all.
Jason wasn't disappointed, after all he never particularly cared for pokemon…or so he thought.
With a sigh he minimized the ball and put it into his pocket, his sister would probably want it. He went back to his work.