Do I haffta do a disclaimer? Okay, blah blah, I don't own any of this, what
the other stories say. Okay all done. ^^ now on with the story!
Ash, Misty and Brock were home for one of their rare visits. As Delia set out
lunch on the table, Brock said, "Gee, You cook way better than me, or my dad put
together, Mrs. Ketchum."
Delia blushed, still not used to that kind of flattery. "Why thank you Brock. But
I'm sure you cook wonderfully."
Misty poked Ash. "You never compliment her, do you Ash? You ungrateful little
knave!"
"I do too! Like you would ever know. You think you know everything, don't you
Misty?"
"That's because I do!"
"Do not!"
Delia recovered her wits enough to realize a fight was budding next to her. "Ash!
We have company! Behave yourself!"
He could practically feel her smirk boring into his back. When he knew his
mother wasn't looking, he stuck his tongue out at Misty.
"So, Brock, tell me about your dad. What does he do for a living? Is he a chef?"
"Well, actually, he cooked really well before..well before my mom died. Then
he found the responsibilities too much to handle, so he ran off. But I basically learned
everything I knew from him."
There was silence at the table as Delia drifted into thought. Brock's story was so
familiar to the one she told Ash.what if he brought up Mr. Ketchum yet again?
"Mom, Dad was a good cook too, right?" Came her son's voice predictably.
"Ash! I just remembered something!" She exclaimed, desperately, "Go upstairs,
and could you please dial Professor Oak's house really quick? Ask him if he wants to
come to lunch."
"Oh..okay," He said, sounding disappointed that his question was left
unanswered again.
His mom's room had always been a sanctuary. For some reason he was never
allowed in there, and he wondered why now she was sending him up here so urgently, in
the middle of their discussion.
As he entered the light room, he glanced around. There was the phone, right next
to a picture frame. Ash dialed the familiar number and let his eyes wander as the phone
rang. They landed on the picture frame. It was one of those double ones, rimmed in
silver.
Inside were two pictures of him. One of them was him holding his Orange Island
Trophy and beaming proudly. The other looked a little older. The colors were
faded and he was wearing a dorky looking polo shirt that he never remembered owning.
Suddenly he realized the Professor wasn't home. Silently he replaced the receiver
and bended over to inspect the picture more closely. It had indulged his curiosity,
especially once it occurred to him that the boy in the picture wasn't him, only someone
bearing a striking resemblance to him.
Ash picked up the frame and turned it over, heart pounding. Why did he feel like
he was invading his mom's privacy? He was just looking at a picture. Nothing wrong
with that.
After having uncovered the backs of the pictures, he saw that there was indeed
writing on the back. Squinting, Ash held it closer.
"Samuel and Ash. Age 11." Samuel? Who was that? Was his father's
name.Samuel?
"Ash!" Called his mother from downstairs, "What's taking so long? Is he home?"
Quickly Ash stuffed the backs onto the frames and galloped downstairs. "No, he
wasn't there," He said, surprised that his voice sounded so normal, when inside he was
shaking.
This is only the introductory chapter and I'm planning on starting the actual story of Delia next chapter.tell me what ya think! Like it? Hate it? If I get enough positive responses, I'll continue! Thanks, all!!
x~ Aurora chan
Ash, Misty and Brock were home for one of their rare visits. As Delia set out
lunch on the table, Brock said, "Gee, You cook way better than me, or my dad put
together, Mrs. Ketchum."
Delia blushed, still not used to that kind of flattery. "Why thank you Brock. But
I'm sure you cook wonderfully."
Misty poked Ash. "You never compliment her, do you Ash? You ungrateful little
knave!"
"I do too! Like you would ever know. You think you know everything, don't you
Misty?"
"That's because I do!"
"Do not!"
Delia recovered her wits enough to realize a fight was budding next to her. "Ash!
We have company! Behave yourself!"
He could practically feel her smirk boring into his back. When he knew his
mother wasn't looking, he stuck his tongue out at Misty.
"So, Brock, tell me about your dad. What does he do for a living? Is he a chef?"
"Well, actually, he cooked really well before..well before my mom died. Then
he found the responsibilities too much to handle, so he ran off. But I basically learned
everything I knew from him."
There was silence at the table as Delia drifted into thought. Brock's story was so
familiar to the one she told Ash.what if he brought up Mr. Ketchum yet again?
"Mom, Dad was a good cook too, right?" Came her son's voice predictably.
"Ash! I just remembered something!" She exclaimed, desperately, "Go upstairs,
and could you please dial Professor Oak's house really quick? Ask him if he wants to
come to lunch."
"Oh..okay," He said, sounding disappointed that his question was left
unanswered again.
His mom's room had always been a sanctuary. For some reason he was never
allowed in there, and he wondered why now she was sending him up here so urgently, in
the middle of their discussion.
As he entered the light room, he glanced around. There was the phone, right next
to a picture frame. Ash dialed the familiar number and let his eyes wander as the phone
rang. They landed on the picture frame. It was one of those double ones, rimmed in
silver.
Inside were two pictures of him. One of them was him holding his Orange Island
Trophy and beaming proudly. The other looked a little older. The colors were
faded and he was wearing a dorky looking polo shirt that he never remembered owning.
Suddenly he realized the Professor wasn't home. Silently he replaced the receiver
and bended over to inspect the picture more closely. It had indulged his curiosity,
especially once it occurred to him that the boy in the picture wasn't him, only someone
bearing a striking resemblance to him.
Ash picked up the frame and turned it over, heart pounding. Why did he feel like
he was invading his mom's privacy? He was just looking at a picture. Nothing wrong
with that.
After having uncovered the backs of the pictures, he saw that there was indeed
writing on the back. Squinting, Ash held it closer.
"Samuel and Ash. Age 11." Samuel? Who was that? Was his father's
name.Samuel?
"Ash!" Called his mother from downstairs, "What's taking so long? Is he home?"
Quickly Ash stuffed the backs onto the frames and galloped downstairs. "No, he
wasn't there," He said, surprised that his voice sounded so normal, when inside he was
shaking.
This is only the introductory chapter and I'm planning on starting the actual story of Delia next chapter.tell me what ya think! Like it? Hate it? If I get enough positive responses, I'll continue! Thanks, all!!
x~ Aurora chan