Hey everyone. This is kind of a side project that I'm working on…so if you enjoy it, let me know and I'll continue it…if you hate it, I'll delete this and we'll pretend like I've never ever posted this.

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(Title may or may not change.)

In the middle of an occupied city was a 16 year old boy sitting on the edge of a water fountain.

Right there, he stared at the many shops and stores aimlessly, when he heard his stomach growl. He looked down to see his old ragged clothes, which consisted of a worn out black hoodie, dark torn jeans, and old black sneakers.

He stood up and began to walk over to a small bakery to 'get' a quick bite to eat, but that wasn't exactly what he intended on doing.

Throwing on his dark hood, the boy wandered into the almost vacant food shop.

…
Once he had stepped into the place, the boy looked at the vast amount of breads/snacks scattered all over the place.

"May I help you?" The clerk behind the counter asked, eyeing him a bit suspiciously.

"No," Was all the boy said before returning to his 'browsing.'

And the second the man behind the counter turned his head away, the boy snatched the two loaves of bread sitting on the counter and walked out the store.

…

The second he stepped out, he had begun to gnaw on one of the pieces of bread…but it was rock cold. Did he exactly care? No…he hadn't.

He was used to living on the streets with no money and clean clothes, barely even getting a small bit to eat every couple hours.

After quickly finishing up the two pieces of bread, the boy walked over to what looked like a…jewelry store.

Opening the two double doors, he had begun to browse the assortment of jewels, consisting of bracelets and earrings. But of course, there were more valuable items like rings and expensive necklaces.

Quickly browsing over the jewelry, the woman behind the counter had begun to eye him almost as suspiciously as the bakery owner had been earlier.

So this was exactly when the boy took action.

Taking a look over the many items, the boy picked up a necklace sitting on display.

And wow…was it a nice one as well. The one he had begun to examine was a fine silver chain supporting a small blue pendant in the center, mimicking the color of the ocean.

Pretending to examine the piece of jewelry for a second, the boy slipped it into his pocket before attempting to sneak out of the store…

But too late.

The lady had already pressed the security button from underneath the counter, calling for the cops to arrive as soon as possible.

'Crap' He thought.

And just like that, he had sprinted in the direction of the double doors, but to his surprise, it was locked.

Then he tried to desperately search for a second way out, beginning to panic once he found two cops running towards the store he was in.

And behind him, he could see the lady chasing after him as well.

So guess what he did? The dark haired boy then proceeded to jump out the window, landing with a loud thud, coming into contact with the concrete beneath him.

Groaning to himself, the boy brushed some of the glass off his hoodie, before taking off faster than the speed of a Rapidash.

…

Faster and faster, he ran and ran for his life, hearing the two cops following closely to him as he rounded every corner and alleyway he found, jumping and scaling walls if possible…but that's when things started to sound bad for him.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

He was getting shot at.

Both cops had held handguns of their own and began firing at him.

Left and right, the boy did the best he could dodging…and to be honest…he was doing pretty damn well at it…but it was terrifying.

Another couple of rounds were fired as he finally came up to another corner.

Swiftly, the boy was just about to take the corner when…

Pop!

The bullet that had flown from the muzzle of one of the handguns had pierced the boy's torn jeans and exited from the other side of his leg.

…Damn, was that painful, but he had no time to think about that.

Wincing from the pain, he had shut his eyes and helplessly limped over to a nearby trashcan, and climbed in.

…

Hearing a series of running footsteps, he could hear as it eventually faded away.

Finally letting out a sigh of relief, the boy opened the lid of the trashcan, looked both ways and found nobody to be seen.

So, he slipped himself out of the trashcan, but immediately crashed onto the hard ground beneath him.

"Shit!" He cried.

He took a look down to find his leg bleeding very badly from the bullet wound. But he couldn't go to a hospital.

If he were to go to one, he would most likely be sent to prison…and that was definitely no option for him.

…

He groaned and groaned in pain as he crawled next to the trashcan, not even having the strength to get back in.

So, he placed both hands over his leg and cried like a baby as his leg continued to worsen and leak blood from the palm of his hand.

(Flashback)

"Mommy! Mommy! I think you should get this necklace!" The little boy exclaimed.

Delia Ketchum, the boy's mother smiled to her 6 year old boy as he pointed to a necklace…which consisted of a silver chain…and a blue pendant.

"It's beautiful Ash…what do you think Giovanni?"

The tall, light haired gentlemen, and Ash's father smiled. "I think that would look great on you, Delia. Let's go over and pay for it."

And just as they were about to walk over to the cashier…

Boom!

Just like that, everyone in the store had let out shrieks and screams of fear as a group of thieves broke into the store, killing as many civilians as possible, taking only one away.

"Daddy?...Mommy?" Ash cried as he looked around the store…

And the thieves left without a trace. On the floor were all of the deceased civilians including Ash's mother, lying with one hand over her bleeding chest.

The small boy took a look around the room…it was an utter pigsty, tables and items thrown messily across the floor, blood sprayed across the walls and floor, and a majority of the jewelry stolen.

But, one thing the boy was looking for as well…his father.

Giovanni Ketchum had also left without a trace along with the thieves…but why?

Ash couldn't figure the answer for himself, but the only thing he did was leave the store the second he heard police and ambulance sirens blaring.

Running off traumatized, Ash ran into a dark alley. The shadows making the boy feel as if he had been running in circles until he came into contact with a dead end.

Smashing his face into the brick wall, he began to whimper as he crawled into a corner and cried helplessly.

(Flashback end)

"Dad! There's someone hurt bad over here!"

Fluttering his eyes open, Ash, could've sworn he heard voices, but who could it have been? The cops…? No…it was the sound of a boy…

"Oh my goodness! What's happened to you!"

But to no use, Ash dozed off into unconsciousness as a pair of big arms swooped him up.

And then the man along with his boy ran back to their car, setting it into drive and in a hurry…left.

…

Once again, fluttering his eyes open, the teenage boy shot his eyes open and found himself staring into a white ceiling.

'Where am I?' Was his initial thought as he shifted into his bed, wincing once the pain had shot itself in his leg.

Just then, he heard the door open, revealing the doctor and behind them was what looked like a family of four. Two adults…and their two kids.

The two he had immediately recognized as the man and boy who had saved him, but the other two had completely different faces.

The first was a woman with curly brownish hair, a pink sweater and a reddish skirt. She had somehow reminded him of his mother those years back, but just thinking about prior events had shot another sense of pain, but to his heart.

And setting his eyes over to the second person nearly brought him back to unconsciousness. The other was a girl, who looked about his age, maybe a year or two younger, had long, curly brunette hair that reached her mid back and eyes the same color as the necklace he pickpocketed. She was so beautiful…

"Are you feeling alright?" The doctor finally asked, breaking him out of his trance.

Ash physically shook his head, attempting to hide his reddening cheeks. "Yes…um…thank you," He muttered.

Nodding, the doctor took a few notes on his clipboard and left, leaving Ash with the family.

"…What's your name?" The man of the family asked.

"Ash…Ash um…Ketchum," The boy shakily answered.

"Nice to meet you Ash. I'm Norman and this is my family. This is my son, Max, my wife, Caroline, and my daughter May," He said, gesturing to each member of his family.

The moment he had introduced his daughter to the boy, May and Ash both began to blush furiously.

Ash flicked his greasy black hair, making his bangs hiding his eyes, while May set her gaze to the hospital floor, digging her foot into the ground.

"It's nice to meet you all," He had finally said.

"Great…now Ash? Do you have any parents that we can call? They must be worried sick about you," Caroline had asked the boy, caringly.

He shook his head. "No parents…my mother died when I was little and my father disappeared shortly after."

His previous statement shocked the two. "How old are you?" Max, Norman's 9 year old son cut in.

"I'm 16 years old," He replied.

"We're…terribly sorry about that. How would you like to maybe stay with us for a little while?" Norman asked.

In response the boy shook his head. "I'm afraid I have to decline. You've already done me the favor of taking me to a hospital and been extremely nice to me…so I couldn't.

"Oh please. We insist," Caroline smiled.

Ash immediately perked up at this idea and turned to briefly look over at May from the corner of his eye, and was surprised to see a hidden smile making its way over her face.

"I'd love that. Thank you very much."

"The pleasure is all ours…for now though, get some rest. You're going to need it for a full recovery."

Ash nodded and brushed his bangs out of face. "Okay," I'll be speaking to you all later then…thank you once again."

"Alright, see you soon Ash."

And just at that moment, the whole family stepped out of Ash's room to leave him rest.

…

Flopping his head back into his pillow, the teenage boy's thoughts drifted over to his family.

...Why did you leave father? Where are you?...The two questions that had been left unanswered for so many years, was literally tearing him apart.

But that wasn't all that his mind reflected on for the past minute.

Soon enough, a certain 15 year old brunette haired girl…one that he had just met…crossed his thoughts.

She was so beautiful…and living in the same home as her? Maybe he would have a chance…

But that's when his exhaustion had taken his body over, forcing him to fall into a slumber state, and just allowing his dreams reflect upon everything for him.

Ok…so what did you all think? It was pretty fun to write this IMO, so I wouldn't have a problem continuing this.

So all thoughts/comments from you will be appreciated, so I'll see you all next time!