A/N. Ok so, as I was looking at some of my old fanfics, I realized something about Runaway Journeys, and actually quite a lot of my stories… There's are some glaring plot holes I either missed entirely, didn't give enough thought towards or plain just didn't give two flying fucks as to the existence of (translation: I ignored them like the plague.) Also I don't remember the age I put Ash at in the original fic, just that she was young. So I'm actually uping (is that a word? It's is now.) the age she would've been, possibly, and pushing it a little higher than it was in the anime when canon!Ash started out.
And I'm truly, sincerely sorry about that. So this is me fixing this story and hopefully it making some sort of sense now. With far less potholes to hit on the ride now.
Enjoy!
Summary: At the insistence of her parents, Deliah sends her outgoing, rambunctious daughter to live with them in order to learn how to act like a "proper lady". The only problem is; thirteen year old Ashe has no plans on following through with these demands. Especially after she hears of her long time rival's success as a pokémon trainer.
Frustrated with the adults trying to run her life for her, she takes matters into her own two hands and runs away from home the night before she's to be packed off to her grandparents'. With only a stolen pokédex, three pokémon, and a backpack to her name, she sets out on what is sure to be the journey of a life time. Now if only she could get her well-meaning grandparents off her back.
WARNING! FEM!ASH FANFIC AHEAD!
Disclaimer: I own nothing! I repeat, I make, nor have I ever made, ANY claim to Pokémon what-so-ever. Just the plot idea, which probably isn't nearly as original as I like to think it is.
EP 1: See Ya on the Flipside!
"Ashelyn Volcna Ketchum! You get down from that tree this instant! If your grandfather saw you-!"
"He'd have an early heart attack?"
"You watch your mouth young lady! Oh, why can't you be more like your cousin, Sarah. She's always so well-behaved!"
"My dear, well-behaved cousin Sarah screams bloody murder the instant a speck of dust comes within twenty feet of her."
"You see, this is what I'm talking about! Oh, it is such a good thing your grandparents called when they did!"
"How is that good?"
"Oh it's wonderful in fact! Mom and Dad called, they offered to take you in for the next two years, teach you how to behave for once in your life."
"What?"
"You heard me, and I said yes. You'll be leaving Monday next week, they'll come and pick you up then. You best say bye to your friends by then. Oh I'll miss you, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself so much over there…"
She still couldn't believe it, practically a week later in her room, most of her own possessions stuffed into various bags and suitcases to tide her over for two years as her grandparents all but brainwashed her into behaving like some sort of doll. 'Like Sarah…' She realized rather bitterly, expression screwed into a rather vicious grimace as the TV continued to flash through the various mind numbing shows and dull as dirt channels that typically plagued their cable on a Sunday night. Sarah was her cousin, to some degree on her dear mother's side of the family; the youngest daughter of Deliah's eldest brother's son, or something long and convoluted like that. Either way, it didn't much matter, and Ashe herself had never been one to nitpick when it came to familial ties. But still.
She'd never had a problem with Sarah personally, maybe a little annoyed at times, yes. But the girl was perfectly reasonable to deal with, for short periods of time and nowhere near the outdoors. Too much dirt, and mud, and grass, and generally everything that could ruin a nice outfit if one wasn't careful when walking, or standing. But really, the girl couldn't possibly function in normal society, and her mother wanted her to be behave like that?
Ashe would've really liked to think this was all just some scarily realistic dream about her life, but unfortunately she was very much awake, and the evidence of this new turn of events was sitting right there on the desk; a simple, if tad too extravagant letter in sprawling script she'd needed her mother to translate, because Mew forbid her well-meaning grandparents write in anything but cursive. A skill she'd never needed growing up, and probably never would considering that to this day, the only people who still wrote in that fashion was resident star of the town's equally well-known grandfather, Professor Samuel Oak, her own mother, and the rest of the elderly, batty people in town that had a bad habit of telling you the same story at least three times if you ever hung around long enough to listen.
The contents almost made her feel bad for feeling so downright spiteful right now, but Arceus if it wasn't a little unfair. They wanted her to live with them, for at least two years, maybe more if she felt like it by the end. Nothing much to ask of her really, if it weren't for the fact that they thought it was high-time she learned how to act and behave like a proper "lady of the house". No more tree climbing, no more playing in the mud, no more breaking the local boys' noses when they got a little too snarky for her tastes. Not that her mother had been doing a poor job of raising her so far, but they thought she needed a slightly stricter hand to guide her into the proper life-style.
It'd all been pre-arranged, right behind her back as she hung around town, by her mother and grandparents who only wanted the best for their little angel. The best being the life of a housewife, cooking breakfast, fixing lunch, and preparing dinner for her husband, who would probably have some boring desk job that left him out of the house eight whole hours of the day, while she sat back and twiddled her thumbs. Raising kids was probably somewhere in that equation as well, except that at the age of thirteen, the very last thing on her mind was a future with a family, and they were already planning her wedding day.
It frustrated her, to no end, that they hadn't ever bothered to ask her her own opinion on the matter. Just assumed she'd go along with all of it, all hunky-dory, like she'd actually be okay with having other people choose how she should live. It wasn't fair, and she knew it, and her mother knew it, and Arceus damn it ALL if her grandparents didn't realize this somewhere amidst their scheming.
It wouldn't do her any good to stew though. Her week was up, and tomorrow her mother was essentially sending her off to be brainwashed, happily and with the world's most oblivious smile on her face as she waved merrily to her daughter from the front porch steps as they drove off to what could possibly be considered her legitimate doom.
And maybe she was, admittedly over exaggerating all of this a little bit.
That didn't change anything in her book though, and it probably never would.
"Ladies and gentlemen this is truly amazing! Gary Oak of Pallet Town has done it! He's defeated Remora's golem and is moving on to the finals!" Wait, Gary?
In truth, she hadn't seen the boy, just short a month of being half a year older than her, since he'd left town for his pokémon journey. That'd been three years ago, the same day she would've gone as well, had her grandparents not convinced her mother that it was a terrible idea, and thus resulted in her being forbade from ever leaving town. She'd remembered, quite clearly in fact, the resentment she'd felt towards all three, as she watched the other kids get their starter pokémon and leave with the blessings of their supportive parents, while hers kept her prisoner in her house. They got to choose the paths that they followed, go through with their dreams and become big, important people. They got to go adventuring, and see the sights all of Kanto had to offer, even if most of them wound up coming home with tears of frustration beading at the corners of their eyes and defeat weighing heavy on their shoulders.
They'd complained of life not being fair either, but at least they'd all been given the chance to at least try.
Ashe hadn't even gotten that much.
And now here was Gary, big and famous as the guy who'd almost beaten the Kanto League, and was now mowing through the competition in some foreign region's championships like they were nothing more than dirt beneath his shoes. Where was Ashe? Still stuck in small town Pallet with a pair of old fashioned wardens for grandparents and a mother who wouldn't take her daughter's side in a fight if her life depended on it.
It really wasn't fair… But maybe she could make it so.
It was a stupid idea, Arceus, she couldn't have had a worse idea if she'd tried. But with time ticking away by the second, it was probably the only chance she had now. If she could just get out of town…"Yeah…"
She quickly darted up from her position in front of the lone TV in her room, creeping as quickly and quietly as possible to her bedroom door, before slowly pulling it open. The hallway was pitch black and silent, the faint, distant sounds of her mother's snoring echoing from her bedroom across the rather small, empty space that separated them. 'Dead asleep, good…' she thought as she carefully shut the door. She spared a thought to turning off the TV, the noise bound to wake her mother up at some point, if the lights didn't, but realized that that would probably be what gave her enough time if she was careful.
She slid the door to her closet open, digging through layers and piles of old belongings she hadn't touched or even look at in years, before finally pulling out a small backpack.
"Aha!" She said, a shit-eating grin on her face as she pulled it open. The backpack had been a present from her no-show father, two years back when she would've gone on her journey had her mother not forbade her from doing so. It was a durable thing, made of some special kind of denim that could take a tauros' Tackle attack head on and still come out whole, hole-free, and usable, though the same probably couldn't be said for whatever would've been inside. There was a small button or pin, whatever one called such decorations, that she'd won at a fair when she was a little over five, if she remembered correctly. An old dusty thing made of some cheap alloy that had a pikachu's face painted on to its surface. Cute, her mother had called it when her daughter had shown it to her with all the pride a then six year old could hold. Her mother had turned around before the woman could properly see her reaction to that response, but Ashe had grimaced.
It wasn't supposed to be cute, it was supposed to be cool.
Roughly six years later, the memory wasn't very important, and neither were any of the feelings it brought. She had better things to do, anyways, more productive things. Like stuffing enough spare clothes into that backpack to last her at least a week, along with something to sleep in and enough rations to last her at least a month, maybe longer.
Rations were going to be the tricky part. That would require her to go downstairs and raid the kitchen for anything nonperishable and easy to cook. Going downstairs meant sneaking past her mother's bedroom, sneaking past her mother's bedroom meant a higher chance of getting caught and locked in her room until her grandparents showed up to drag her off to what could essentially be called prison.
But if she was going to last any amount of time in the wild, it was necessary. 'Arceus be with me!' She pleaded as she eyed the backpack with a growing sense of desperateness. She was still in her nightgown, a horrendous pink thing she was probably going to take with her, simply so she could burn it the first chance she got, so that would help provide some cover for her should she need to come up with a lie of some sort. Far better and more believable than if she'd been dressed to say, leave the house.
Eyes closed, she took a deep breathe, long locks of messy black hair falling over her face before she looked back up, eyes narrowed in a growing sense of determination, before she flicked her bedroom lights off and opened the door.
Almost immediately on the first step, there was a creaking sound that nearly made her blood freeze solidly in her veins, and a brief moment of panic before everything went quiet again. She sighed in relief, slowly creeping her way down the hall.
"Ashe?" She was almost passed the bathroom when she heard the voice, the distinct tones unmistakable with anything but her mother, and even in the darkness of the upstairs hallway, she knew the woman had seen her flinch. "Ashelyn Volcna Ketchum, what are you doing up so late? You know you have a big day tomorrow, you're leaving with your grandparents. You'll need all the rest you can get." Her tone was scolding as she eyed her own daughter suspiciously from her place in the doorway of her own bedroom, normally pretty expression twisted into a disapproving frown.
It was only pure happenstance that Ashe's hand was resting on the bathroom doorknob, but it was the only thing she needed to see in the split second it took her to face her mother.
"I'm sorry," she apologized, tone surprisingly sincere even to her own amazement. Sorry that I'm lying to you, that I'm probably about to break your heart, and you don't even know it yet.
"Sorry for what?"
"I had to…" 'Correction have to, have to leave this house that is.' "Go to the bathroom, I didn't mean to wake you up honest. I promise I'll go back to bed straight after I'm done."
There was a brief pause as her mother continued to look her up and down, before shoulders dropped and she smiled, lovingly and caring, like she was so proud of Ashe. Everything she didn't need to be seeing. And yet there it was, like a slap in the face.
"Oh Ashe, I'm so proud of how you're handling all of this! I know it's sudden but… Well, I just know you'll enjoy living at Mom and Dad's, just you wait. You'll see, I was right." She cooed as she walked over, pulling Ashe into a hug. Ashe twisted into a grimace, but she quickly pulled on a smile as they separated, leaning into her mother's touch as she pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face before slowly drifting back to bed. "All right, just don't too long, remember-"
"I have a big day tomorrow…" Ashe finished as she waved at her mother, watching her form disappear back into the bedroom, her cheerful expression suddenly dropping into a deep frown. "I'm sorry Mom, but I'm not going anywhere I don't want to." She whispered into the dark, before abruptly opening the bathroom door, only long enough to switch on the light. She closed it, then stormed her way downstairs, constantly looking behind herself, until she hit the bottom, socked feet sliding on wood floors as she approached the kitchen. She didn't bother turning on the lights, and instead made a beeline for the cupboards and fridge, barely missing a rather abrupt argument between her elbow and the coffee table.
She quickly pulled out her storage capsule, yet another present from her father meant to be of use whenever she set out on her journey. One that would've probably continued to go unused had she not had her own little epiphany earlier, but she had, and now it was proving useful as she flicked through the option buttons and began quickly assigning her supplies to the various menus.
The device was pretty advanced, slim and easy to slip in and out of a pocket if one ever needed one for quick access or just didn't like to carry around a purse or bag. Like one of those fancy pokégear-like devices the other, more tech-savvy regions had. It even had a touchscreen with creative little icons that could be used to label the menus to make navigating the device easier. She would've taken the time to play with it, had she the chance, but with what little she had, it would have to be put off for later.
"Ok… canteen of water, check… Food… check… ration bars... check! Lucky me, Mom never throws any of Dad's travel supplies out and even restocks them." She whispered to herself as she continued the cupboards for supplies. "Oh! Score! Travel-size first-aid kit, and… yes! Sorry Daddy, but your potions are mine!" She quickly stored everything into the capsule, shutting the device off and descending the room back into complete darkness after making sure all the cupboards were closed and the fridge was shut tight.
Scurrying back upstairs, she took a moment to scan the hallway, before rushing for the bathroom door. She opened it, reaching in to turn off the light, and then shut it again. Slipping past her mother's bedroom door and back into her own.
"Ok Ashe, you're still not in the clear and you know it. You've got your supplies, and some money, and Arceus if Mom doesn't kill me for robbing her purse like that." She grimaced at the brief thought, before dropping her storage capsule into one of the smaller pouches in her backpack and turning on the lamp sitting one her nightstand. As the light flickered, she paused, noticing the distinct red and white ball sitting innocuously on the wooden furniture as if it had been there the entire time. There was a letter tucked neatly underneath it, and she gently pulled it out, sparing only the briefest of glances towards her bedroom door before looking it over.
It was a simple thing, from what she could see, the average, most basic envelope that could be bought at the local pokémart for a grand 50 pokédollars a piece. Pocket change to most trainers, and probably a little more expensive to anyone else. Unimportant, if not for the name scrawled in what could only be the very definition of chatot-scratch writing, just that little bit short of being just about as legible to her as cursive was; DAD.
She huffed, a silent debate roaring to life inside of her, before she finally opened the thing to look inside. She pulled out a post card, with a picture of some foreign beach, in some foreign region she'd probably never heard of. 'Doesn't matter, cuz soon I'll be there too. Just you wait and see.' She thought as she turned it over to see the same, if not more hurried scribbling that had wrote out her father's familial title on the back of the envelope. A lot of it, unintelligible as she could barely make out even what were probably two lettered words, but this was her father, and penmanship had never been one of his strong suits. Nor would it ever be, most likely one of the main reasons he'd never gotten a desk job like her mother's parents had wanted the man to.
It didn't matter, because she still managed to get the gist of it anyways. The pokéball was a present of some sort, her father's way of pacifying his possibly enraged daughter so she wasn't so difficult to handle when her grandparents showed up the next morning. A friend when all of hers were being left behind so she could be turned into the perfect trophy wife for some too-big-for-his-own-breeches business man with a stick shoved so far up his ass he couldn't bend over if he wanted to. Funnily enough, her father had used those exact words to describe her would-be husband at her grandparents' hands in the postcard.
And maybe it was that little thing that made her forgive the man for never being there for her physically, always off on some grand adventure to untold places as he was. Not completely, but it still made her feel a little better about what she was about to do, in the process of preparing to do.
"Thanks Dad, I guess…" She whispered quietly, right before she snatched up the containment device, all but rolling across the bed and just barely avoiding her backpack as she twirled back into her closet.
She dug around some more, the closet already a mess from the raid she'd pulled on it earlier when she was looking for the backpack, and began looking for a suitable outfit to wear. Luckily she still had all her shorts, t-shirts, pants, and capris. There were even a couple skirts of rather dull coloring if her mother's opinion was to be trusted, which she had stopped ignoring the day she turned seven and realized that her mother and her would forever be at odds with her choice of clothing. A pair of leggings was unearthed as she dug, one of several she'd forced her mother into buying, under the threat of the woman never seeing her daughter in skirt for the rest of her life. Mostly because she refused to where one without, because then she couldn't climb trees.
Stupid as it probably sounded, to a then eight year old little girl who was more tomboy than anything else, it was very important that she be able to climb trees without anything to get in her way. Stupid, frilly dresses and frou-frou skirts be damned.
Eventually, she pulled out what she deemed a suitable outfit. Nothing much or particularly fancy, but by the end of it all she'd realized that her father might've been more on her side than anyone truly realized. Her chosen outfit for the moment was a printed T-shirt, mostly black in color with the words "Pokémon Rulez" scrawled out in street graffiti style across the chest area in colorful, sleeves cut off at the elbow with a white tank top underneath. She didn't have any capris she felt like wearing, all of which, along with the rest of her clothes having been sealed into her storage capsule to make more room in her tiny backpack the instant she'd realized that it could still fit more stuff and still have room to spare. So instead she'd opted for a pair of warm grey leggings with a pair of blue denim shorts underneath and a pair of comfortable combat boots thrown on her feet that stopped just an inch short of her knee.
Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she decided that it would at the very least do for now. She felt nice and comfortable in it, and it wasn't very likely to restrict her movements. The shirt was surprisingly a size too big, and was loose enough that the sleeves hung off of both her shoulders slightly.
All of them, given to her by her father at some point or another within the last two or three years.
"Ok, we got our clothes; we got our backpack, our supplies in said backpack, and a pokémon…" She said as eyed the device now clasped tightly the leather belt that she had slipped through the belt loops of her shorts as a last minute thought. "If I'm going to do this, I need more than one pokémon… And to get more than one pokémon, I'm gonna need pokéballs…" She didn't have nearly enough money to get the pokéballs, even the regular ones being a little on the pricey side for any rookie just starting out on their journey.
According to the TV special that had been showing at most, two or three hours earlier, she knew that next batch of starry-eyed kids would be coming to get their starter pokémon tomorrow. And knowing the professor, he already had everything and ready for when they came that morning. "This is every conceivable level of stupid possible…" She whispered aloud, before walking around her bed to shut off the light.
She took one last long look at her room, wondering silently to herself if she was actually going through with this, and letting all the little doubts she'd been suppressing sink in, before her face screwed up in a show of determination and, after making sure she turned off the TV, opened up her window and climbed out onto the giant tree that stood proudly in their front yard.
Jumping down with a sureness that only came with experience and practice, she hit the ground with a heavy thud, and took off full sprint up the road and into the night, headed straight for Professor Oak's lab. If she got in and out without tripping any of the alarms that were sure to be in place, no one would ever know she was there.
"Shit, this is all kinds of wrong and stupid." She called out as she clambered through the window she knew wouldn't wake the old man up. It had security device, but the thing had been busted for years after Gary scared some poor electric type into deep frying the device. The boy's grandfather had found out, and while he had been mad he'd also never bothered to fix the thing for some obscure reason. She wasn't about to question it now though, because the good professor's laziness was currently helping her pull off a robbery that was sure to get her arrested if anyone ever found out.
Ashe quickly trotted her way past the numerous, cluttered shelves, and it was only the years of her childhood spent playing hide and seek with Gary that led to her not getting lost at all in the practical maze that was the professor's lab. Anyone else wouldn't have been found until morning, but that was the least of her worries as she finally found what she was looking for; the capsule podium that held the available starters trainers got to choose from at the beginning of their journeys.
"Sorry Oak, looks like you're coming up a little short this year…" She apologized as the opened the device, quickly grabbing one of the pokéballs and closing it, before snatching up a set of pokéballs, and one of the pokédex. She'd have to grab one from the back to replace the one she was taking, and maybe replace the soon-to-be missing pokémon as well, but that could all be fixed once she was done collecting what she needed.
No sense in depriving someone else of the opportunity like she'd been three years ago.
Done with the podium, she began roaming the shelves containing what Gary had once told her were the "Experimental Pokémon". Pokémon that weren't a part of the starter trio, but had the potential to one day join their popular ranks, provided they of course, proved that it was in fact a good idea, and not a tremendously stupid one. So far as she knew, there hadn't been any successes, but Oak held strong, because not everyone wanted a bulbasaur or charmander or squirtle, and it wasn't fair to deprive children of a journey just because they'd been nice enough to let everyone else go first.
As Ashe scanned the shelves she noticed a particular pokéball sparking violently, as if whatever was inside wanted out, and wanted it now. Every bone in her body told her ignore the device and move on, find one that had something less obviously hostile inside it, but her gut and her heart made her do otherwise. She grabbed the ball, and after a quick glance around, pressed the button and watched wide eyed as red, blinding light gave way to a small, mouse-like yellow creature with sparking red cheeks and a look its eyes that she found she greatly approved of.
"Cool." She found herself commenting as she watched the pokémon growl threateningly at her, before darting back as she all but physical dropped into a sitting position, setting the containment device off to the side in a show that she wasn't going to put it back inside anytime soon. At this, the creature tilted its head, eying the human warily before slowly beginning to creep towards her. Without the device, to its knowledge she was relatively harmless. "I don't know what you are, but you definitely got a spark to ya, huh?" She questioned aloud, voice still a whisper in case one of the aides or even the professor himself came down. She didn't need or want to get caught, and as quickly as she'd prefer to do this, patience was the virtue needed here.
"Pika…" The pokémon chittered warily, circling her a little before finally coming to a stop in front of her. It eyed her like she was the most curious thing the creature'd ever seen in its life, and Ashe imagined that she probably was.
"I like you," she stated, "Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm gonna start flinging pokéballs at you. I've never even had a pokémon battle before so I wouldn't know where to start with you. And I've only got two pokémon with me right now. Neither battle ready in the least. You'd probably wipe the floor with all of us." She paused, tilting her head in the same manner that this strange pokémon had. "I don't know what you are, except clearly being an electric-type, but you look like something my cousin Sarah would squeal at the sight of… What was it my mom called it? 'Cute', yeah that's the word. Well, right before you fried her that is. You look like the type who'd electrocute my cousin." The pokémon continued to look at her as she spoke, its overall appearance ringing bells of familiarity across her mind the longer she stared at it. "Yeah, you got that attitude about you, like you won't take bullshit from anyone."
"Pika!" The pokémon seemed to agree, crossing its arms and nodding its head as its cheeks sparked. It even tried to take a threatening posture, challenging her to deny her own claims. And it all brought a broad smile to her face.
"Pika… huh… That's it! Pikachu, that's what you are!" She cried out, squeaking slightly as she realized just how loud she'd been. Glancing around quickly, she breathed a sigh of relief when it looked like no one was coming to check on the noise she'd just made. She'd need to hurry though. Looking back at the pikachu she'd been conversing with, if a little one-sidedly, her expression turned serious. "Listen, I'm leaving this place, this whole town! If you wanna, you can come with me. Not even that far really. You can ditch me in the forest if you want to, or on the route to the next town. But we gotta' hurry, otherwise we'll get caught. So you in?" She asked, holding out her hand. The electric-type eyed her suspiciously for a few seconds, glancing back at her hand before looking her in the eye again.
Finally it agreed, nodding its head as it shook her hand, and watched with a growing interest as the human before it lit up like the night sky.
"Pikachu!"
"Awesome! Now quick, help me find a pokémon to take the place of the one I'm taking from here. You go that way, I'll go this way, and we'll meet up after I've gotten a replacement pokédex as well." She explained, darting into the maze of shelves with the pikachu going the opposite direction.
With a second hand it all went far easier than Ashe could've expected, and before the sun was even close to being up, Ashe was already at the edge of town, a pikachu on her shoulder and the night wind pulling at her hair. She looked back at her hometown of Pallet, and suddenly herself wondering how anyone could be so happy living in such a small and secluded place. And she saw and felt for the first time the reasons her father never stayed.
"Well Sparkler, this is it! Say goodbye Pallet Town, and hello Freedom!" She called out, the realization only just now hitting her that she'd never bothered to write a note to her mother. 'Just as well, I guess. It's my life now, not theirs. And I'm gonna live it how I want to.'
"Pika!" She smiled at that, looking the electric-type in the eye, both wearing matching grins on their faces before they turn and ran off into the forest. The sun rising just at their backs as morning came.
"Let's go!
A/N. Well, so it's been a while since I last wrote a chapter this long. But it was certainly worth it. I think this turned out far better than the first one, certainly more interesting in my opinion, and I like this new Ash.
A lot of you might be wondering though, what the fuck did I do to Ash's family?
Well to be honest, I kind of have it in my head that Ash's grandparents on his father's side of the family are really old fashioned and traditional, but also very wealthy. Not like mansion with a bathtub you could have a whole swimming competition in, and still have room for that party going on in your backyard with a bazillion people. But you know, nice big, multi-floor house like on one of those crime tv shows, in some nice, respectable neighborhood. You know one of those people who believe that the kitchen is a woman's domain and that they shouldn't be playing in mud or climbing trees or playing sports, unless you count gossiping about the neighbors as one. They of course believe a woman should and has full right to be independent of her husband… They're very… fifty's in their way of thinking, I guess…
But her father's side of the family is more contemporary, and fully support Ash's rambunctious tendencies, and in fact encourages it a lot of the time.
P.s. how long does anyone think Ashe can go before Pikachu shocks her for calling it Sparkler?
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and thanks for reading! Please leave a review and tell me what you think! See ya!