Secrets
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Claimer: Do I hafta..?
Summary: Ash finds his long lost siblings and they set off to find their dad.
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Ash stood nervously in line He was fiddling with the little piece of paper in his hands and it was a crumpled mess. His hands were sweaty and he was very hot, though the thermometer read 40. He felt weird without Pikachu with him. But the law required him to keep Pikachu in a secured room with other Pokémon while he went through the process. He swallowed hard and fixed his hat (though it was fine) when they called his name.

He stepped up to the door and handed the tall man the crumpled paper. "Lesse," the man said as he fixed his glasses and read the paper, "Ketchum…Ketchum…ah…" He pulled a microphone down from the ceiling and spoke into it. "Ketchum, room 5!" he called. He then peered into the room and looked around for a few seconds, then motioned for Ash to come towards the door. Ash inched closer slowly and the man opened the door. Ash slipped in and heard the door slam behind him. There was a table in the middle of the room and two kids, one older than Ash and one younger, their heads slumped down on the table. The older one's hand was on the younger one's head and was stroking her long hair. Ash could tell the younger one was a girl from her long, pink hair. Finally, Ash spoke up. "Hi." he said shyly.

The older one lifted his head. He was a boy, around 16, with blond hair that made a frame around his face. His green eyes were bloodshot, showing that he'd been crying. He had thick, blond eyebrows that were narrowing, showing anger and disgust. "You left us," he growled, "you left us to be free. You were a selfish little brat." Ash looked at him, perplexed.

"Wha-"
"You know what I'm talking about!"
"No, I-"
"Shut-up! You know what you did!"
"I don-"

The boy pulled the younger girl from her seat and onto her small feet, then kicked the table onto it's side. "We managed," he growled again, "but you didn't care. You thought it was just a game. That you'd get away with it. Tch. Some guts y'got comin' back here and confrontin' us." The boy had a southern accent. "I thought you'dda gone an' become some rich, snobby millionaire. But no. You just now decided that you'd come and see if you could come an' make friends with us. But yer wrong. Very wrong."

Ash was confused. "I…I just came to see…who my dad is…" he told the boy. The boy growled and whispered something to the girl. She nodded and scrambled into the corner. The boy then walked to Ash and picked him up by the collar and pressed him against the cold, steel wall.

"Don't play dumb wit me, boy. I know you know. I'm sure you jes' came t'see how we've suffered."
"Look! I don't even know who you are! I just came to see who my dad was and meet my brother and my sister for the first time! Now lemme go!"

The boy looked astonished. "You really don't know…" he said. Ash nodded and the boy put him down. He motioned for the girl to come over and she came right to his side, hiding behind his leg. "I'm Keat. Keaton, t'be exact. This is Stacy. And we're your siblin's. When…when y'left t'become a Pokémon trainer, momma left witcha. Daddy…he left when I was born. Momma thought I could take care of m'self. Then…then she had Stacy, an' she put her up for adoption. I went to the adoption center eventually and we were taken in by some other family. When they heard you was looking' fer yer sibling's, we was sent here. We was so shocked t'see ya, well, I think I just lost m'mind fer a sec. there." Keat smiled at Ash. "So. Whatcher name?"

"Ash. Ashton, to be exact."
"Well, Ash, we're gonna find dad!"