A Poke'mon Fan fiction
By: The White Raven
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the rights to the characters, creatures, things, or places in this fan fiction. They all belong to their respective owners.
However, the story and plot are my ideas.
Ten Years Later
By: Richard J. L. Fry (A.K.A. The White Raven)
Chapter One: Bad News
Ash Ketchum lay on his bed shirtless and sockless wearing loose fitting light blue jeans. He had come along way since he received pikachu as his first Poke'mon 10 years prior. He lay flat, arms under his head and fast asleep. His body is muscular but not beefy, he is actually a rather slender 6"2' 20 year old. His first Poke'mon and best friend also lay sleeping in a ball on his chest.
Since he began his journey, Ash has had many triumphs, and many failures, around his 17th birthday Ash was a Poke'mon League Champion in two regions, and he then went to every other region and challenged their respective elite fours and champions emerging victorious in every region across the globe defeating every league champion and the planet and fulfilling his dream of becoming the worlds greatest Poke'mon master, However Ash only realized afterward that he no longer had any challenges left and that all that was left for him to do was wait for someone else to defeat all of the champions and challenge him for his title. So he kept his eyes and ears open for up and coming trainers and a few held his eye but they were all years from reaching his level. He kept in limited contact with the rest of the world deciding that the worlds greatest trainer should be a challenge to find as well as a challenge to beat, and for that reason he lives on a remote island with a few of his Poke'mon and a powerful ally and friend, Mewtwo. Inside of the Island Valley that Mewtwo and his fellow clones there is a small three room building, Ash's home.
In his bedroom Ash continued to snooze away, though his life had advanced in many ways, his personality is still the same, lazy at everything except Poke'mon. The Video Phone in the next room began to ring, it was a phone reserved only for emergencies and only a few knew of its number. He stirred at the first ring, at the second his half sleeping mind registered what it was and he flung himself out of his bedroom and caught the phone halfway through the third ring, Caller ID painted the caller as Professor Oak. He excitedly answered and began speaking before the image came onscreen.
Ash: Hey Professor, How've you been? It's been...
The image came up, it wasn't Professor Oak, it's was his Grandson and Ash's greatest rival and good friend Gary Oak, and He was Crying.
Ash: Gary? What is wrong Gary?
Gary: Ash (sobs), it's Gramps... (Cries aloud)
Ash: Gary what is it? What's happened? TALK TO ME GARY WHAT IS GOING ON?
Gary: He's gone Ash; He passed away in his sleep last night... (Wipes his eyes and tries with all his might to keep calm for a moment.)
Ash: What happened? Do we know yet?
Gary: No, not yet. (Sobs hard.)
Ash: Gary, I'm coming home.
Hope you enjoy how this has begun. Sorry it's so short, the chapters for this one will be either short to medium in length compared to my other stories. Please, Please, PLEASE leave comments and reviews, annonymous is allowed so please don't be shy. Check out my profile by clicking my Author name (Sargent S. Sarge III) near the top of the story to check out the other stories I have in the works, You might like a few of my concepts.
Note: This is the only "light-hearted" story i am wtitting the others are far darker and extremely graphic.
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