AN: Enjoy my boredom with life done in written form.
"Well, you're looking worse for wear old timer. Thinking of finally retiring?"
The question was addressed to the short elder who just recently arrived, taking a seat by the visiting side of the desk. Long white beard, wrinkled features but eyes filled with life. President Charles Goodshow chuckled at the expected quip of the man sitting opposite, taking a sip of the fresh Alolan drink. "As always, even outside of battles your jabs are strong and quick. This is an excellent drink, by the way?"
"You like it? Fresh from Konikoni City. They call it the Koni Squash. Original, I'd say."
The President took some more of the bright yellow sustenance, gulping satisfactory. "Quite so. My compliments to them."
"I'll be sure to let them know the Pokemon League Midget approves." Leaning back against his own armchair, the young man grinned in good humour. A young man, in his mid twenties, with dark brown hair parted to his sides, blue-green cyan eyes behind small glasses. A black shirt with tiny white stripes and regular blue jeans. To the ordinary eye, he might seem unimportant. "Now, shall we get to the real reason you're here, Mr. Goodshow?"
The older man nodded, setting the glass down and getting straight to business, clearing his throat. Despite the Alolan attire he chose upon briefly touring the warm region, the President knew when to be serious. "Is everything prepared?"
"Everything should be up and running by tomorrow morning." The man replied with skipping a beat, mouth set. "The League have already chosen the right participants. The Kahunas and Trial Captains have worked to the bone helping round up all the trainers that will partake in the tournement. How about the other regions?"
Goodshow nodded, responding with an equal tone, "Kanto and Hoenn are ready. Johto, Sinnoh and Kalos are finishing rounding up all their participants as we speak. Unova is still handing out all the invitations to its native trainers. All the Leagues are ready to join in once everything is up and running. The tournement here in Alola funded by its League will not become a disappointment thanks to everyone's combined efforts."
Things were satisfactory, for now, with everything proceeding with smoothness and little delay. But the preogress report wasn't the real reason Goodshow decided to visit. At least, not entirely. There was another reason, and they both knew it. Shifting himself, the President of the Pokemon League leaned forward in somewhat aniticipation, unable to keep the nervousness and excitement in his voice upon asking the following question.
"I wish to know, did he recieve the invite?"
In answer, the young man's mouth curled into a knowing smirk, leaning forward himself. Elbows plopped on the desk, intertwined hands covering most of his expression. Cyan eyes glinted mischeavously. "I suppose you'll have to find out."
Goodshow sighed in mock defeat, leaning back again. "You can't blame me for trying. Sometimes I wish you weren't so secretive. It doesn't boost your relationship with the rest of the League, you know."
The man shrugged indifferently. "He'll come, he could never resist a challenge. Especially one that draws every single Gym Leader, Elite Four member, Champion and everyone else from all the known regions to a seemingly random tournament. You remember our part of the deal?"
Goodshow nodded. "How could I forget?" Before a trace of misgivings on the man's old features. "Although I still find the very proposal almost overdramatic. Forgive me, but you're pulling a very big risk here, and it all hinges on the return of a trainer unseen for over three years now. You're absolutely certain that this is the right call?"
His associate smiled, knowing and rather smug. "I understand your skepticism, President. But you have my word, he will come, sooner or later. You know of his conviction to becoming the very best as well as I do."
The elderly President grinned faintly at that, the image of a young lad, filled with zeal and a passion for battling, fresh in his mind. The good old days. "Yes, I have no doubts he'll come back... Thank you, my friend." Befor another frown on the old President's face, expressing his misgivings. "Additionally, I have ensured they were sent the invitations too, as per your request. Although I continue questioning the wisdom in doing so."
A shadow passed on the younger person's face, voice suddenly becoming as icy as the mountain leading up to the Alola League. "Revenge is a motivation very few can resist."
"Even for him..."
"I wouldn't blame him for it."
"...Neither would I." Clapping his own knees, Goodshow rose to stand, picking up the glass. "You don't mind if I...?"
"Keep it." The other man grinned in amusement, waving dismissively. "Think of it as an apology should our fabled 'Chosen One' not return for this tournament."
"Now who's being skeptic?" Goodshow said teasingly, before another thought occurred to him. "Rest assured the other regions will be ready for the date the tournament commences. I have faith Alola will be more than prepared to welcome its guests by the end of the month."
"If not, I'll be an Aipom's uncle. Good day Goodshow."
The older man nodded, turning to leave with a pleasant yet hopeful grin. Once the doors closed behind the visitor, the young man sighed wearily and leant back against the soft blue armchair.
He put a lot of stake, doing this. Everything hinged upon that young man returning. It was the oldest cliche in the book: Betrayal followed by isolated training, then returning to kick the traitor's behinds and win the champioship. Yes, Ash Ketchum will come back...
If not, he'll go up to Mt. Silver and drag the brat here himself-
A buzz on his desk. "Yes?" He was quick to answer the intercom. And the secretary spoke in her casual business-like tone.
"Challenger Sun here to rematch the Alola Champion."
Ugh... That boy doesn't know when to quit.
Expressing thanks to the secretary, the Alola Champion sunk back in his seat for a moment and glared at the ceiling. That kid was, without a doubt, a fun trainer to battle every now and again, he won't lie.
But Ash Ketchum? Now there was an opponent Jack just couldn't wait to face.
For from the exotic, warm islands that make up the welcoming Alola region, a young boy stands atop a mountain of blizzards and hardships. Upon the edge overlooking white fog below, the harsh snow breezed against his red jacket, cap and blue jeans. You'd think the boy was regading the foggy area below the cliff.
No. Instead, he was inspecting the letter in his tight grip, expression firm but accompanied with a faint trace of intrigue. The words spelled on the paper was meant for his eyes and his eyes only.
Trainer "Red Satoshi,"
Your hardships and progress has been noted. Your skills commendable and envied by the few knowing of your existence. Now, it is time for your training spent through years on that merciless mountain to be put to the test.
I am formally inviting you to the Alolan Tournament of Champions. There you will be challenged to become the very best you've yearned for all this time. The tournament will be held on the island of the former Aether Foundation, the very heart of Alola March 31st, 8:00 AM precise. Upon your arrival there is a suite reserved for you and all other invited participants. The prize for competing and succeeding through this grand championship will be revealed in the grand ceremony of the event. We expect your arrival fives days or less before the ceremony this end of March. If you believe you're capable of being the very best which few ever were, come... And bring your fighters with you.
(You can't back down here, my friend. It's against your very nature. Scott and Goodshow agree with me there.)
- The Champion of Alola
"Rai?"
The sound of a certain partner prompted the boy to incline his head, gazing over his shoulder with hardened inyx eyes. "It's time, old friend." The orange mouse titled his head curiously, and the young fourteen-year-old boy turned to face the Pokemon completely. "Gather the others by our lodge. Our return has come."
"Raichu!"
The young boy smiled, nodding approvingly. "That's right old friend... We're going to be the very best... And this time we'll prove to them all."
Ash Ketchum was a failure, but from the ashes of defeat, Red Satoshi was born, and he's ready to avenge his former life of all who turned against him. The bonus was winning the tournament and conquering all the regions at once.
The letter was forgotten, flown into the icy winds. Bring it on, Alola.
AN: Don't expect a new chapter every now and again, they'll be written when I feel too bored to do anything else. But hey, almost everyone in this fandom wrote a "Betrayed Ash" story, why don't I give it a shot? Shall I reveal who all his Pokemon are and the circumstances leading up his isolation on Mt. Silver?
Heh, why spoil the surprise? You'll find out.
Who betrayed Ash specifically? You'll find out.
What are his main team? You'll find out.
Who exactly is the Alola Champion? You'll find out.
I won't be so conceited as to presume this'll grab many people's attention; but to those it does, I hope it warrants your eagerness for next time!