Surprise surprise! The Onion Man is back in the realm of Pokemon once again! For those of you who don't already know, this story has been posted before about a year ago. In that time, I wanted to add to it, but I found areas of dissatisfation in the story and wanted to improve those areas. So, with that in mind, I began rewriting the story and became more and more satisfied with its progress. This is the first of four stories that will be involved in my Trainer's Legacy Series, and I intend to see all stories through until the very end.
In the stories to come, the main character, Jason Patton, will be involved with characters with the anime show, but this series is not tied to the cannon of the show. In other words, characters like Ash Ketchum and Misty Waterflower will be in the series and will have similar character traits, but the story line is different from the show. Details about such characters will be specified in the author's notes at the end of this story.
So anyway, this is the final redux of the first Trainer's Legacy story. I hope you like my approach!
Disclaimer: Pokemon is the property of Nintendo, Game Freaks, and WBKids respectively. This is a non-profit composition of literature made for the soul purpose of entertaining the many readers of fanfiction and the recognition of authors among this site.
This story is rated T for teens of the ages 13 and up. The story contains action violence, harsh language, smoking of tobacco, brief nudity (nothing graphic), and a moment of sensuality.
Prologue: Last Chance
In the seas north of Cinnabar Island, a large steamboat carried many passengers towards the shores of Pallet Town, a small town in the region of Kanto and home to a famous Professor who specializes in Pokemon biology and classification, Samuel Oak. With Pallet Town only an hour away, most of the passengers were inside the ship's interior packing their belongings. There was one, however, that remained outside.
The young man, Jason, wore dark blue jeans with rips along the pant legs and a white T-shirt under a grey hooded jacket. He wore a pair of worn out brown boots on his feet and black gloves on his hands with the fingers half way cut off. His dark brown hair was short in length and had a natural spiky look to it. He was nineteen years of age and had a slightly muscular build.
Jason stood outside on the upper level of the steamboat with his green backpack by his feet. He leaned his arms on the railing in front of him and gazed upon the ocean's horizon. As he held a lit cigarette in his left index and middle finger, he thought about his home on Cinnabar Island. Though the tourists onboard the steamboat had many good memories of the 'tropical island paradise,' Jason had no such memories. He was a victim of tragic loss and suffering. Before Jason's father died when he was six years of age, Jason had very few worries. His mother was no bargain with her near constant alcohol consumption, but his father was always there for him.
When Jason's father died of stomach cancer, he had nothing to look forward to. The tragic death of his father traumatized Jason in a way that caused him to take up some of his mother's habits. He would steal booze from the refrigerator, he took up smoking at age twelve, and he became addicted to pain killers. At age seventeen, Jason was sentenced to rehab after being convicted of brutally assaulting a police officer while under the influence of alcohol. Fortunately for Jason, rehab made a lasting impression on him and he made every effort to relieve himself of his alcohol and pill addiction. Jason was released from rehab two months before his eighteenth birth day without any urge to engage into his old habits.
Unfortunately, his mother hadn't changed at all. She continued to drink and began to date abusive men. This did not suit well for Jason. He gradually became violent and would assault these men whenever they abused him or his mother. To add to Jason's frustration, his mother would criticize him for defending her and finally kicked him out of the house on his nineteenth birthday, telling him never to return.
Jason shook off his thoughts and brought his cigarette to his lips. As he sucked the smoke into his lungs, he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a cut-out newspaper ad he found two days after he was forced to live on his own. The ad consisted of an article concerning beginner Pokemon trainers and a picture of Professor Samuel Oak. It stated that the Pallet Town Professor was giving out a special opportunity for beginner trainers to embark on a quest of some sort.
Though Jason knew nothing about training Pokemon, nor did he ever think in a million years he would become a trainer, he kept the ad and quit his job at a construction site once he had enough money to leave the island. Days later, he bought a one way ticket to Pallet Town, leaving behind his sad past in hopes of pursuing a chance to make something of himself.
Suddenly, the horns of the steamboat alerted all the passengers that Pallet Town Harbor was only minutes away. Jason took one last drag from his smoke and threw it out to sea. He then grabbed his backpack and headed for the boarding ramp with the other passengers. Though not even he realized it at the time, but this was the day that the Legendary Jason Patton had begun his journey as a Pokemon League Champion.
Trainer's Legacy
by Onion Man Chive
Chapter 1: Pallet Town
Jason was the first to leave the ship once it docked with the Pallet Town Harbor. To his luck as soon as he took his first step on Pallet soil, thunder sounded in the grey skies above and it slowly began to rain. As the millions of droplets poured from the clouds, Jason looked up to the sky with a smile on his face. Although the other passengers were in a hurry to find shelter, Jason kept his pace slow as he breathed in the fresh rain scent and let the drops of water moisten his hair and skin.
After a moment of enjoying the rain storm, Jason put his hood over his head and joined the crowd heading into town. Pallet Town was small but rather peaceful. As Jason ventured throughout the city, he easily picked up a pleasant vibe. The small town was lush with high trees, clean roads, and smiles from most of the townsfolk that traveled through the storm.
Fifteen minutes passed. Jason had been searching through the storm with no sign of the Professor's laboratory. Desperately needing to rest, Jason ran towards a local grocer so that he could wait out the storm and continue his search later. As he ran along the parking lot, a lady with long brown hair, a rain coat and an umbrella stood next to her van with her four year old son and could see Jason trying to get away from the storm. Feeling the need to help the poor fellow, she picked up her son with one arm and held the umbrella with the other as she ran towards Jason.
As the lady came closer and closer to Jason, the Cinnabar Island native slowed down his pace as she approached him and held the umbrella over both of their heads.
"Here you go," said the lady with a chipper tone in her voice. "Nobody should be without an umbrella in a rain storm, especially when you're going shopping for groceries."
Jason let out a smirk as they finally reached the grocery store. "Thanks," said Jason. "I'm not actually here for groceries. I just came here to get out of the storm."
"Let me guess," said the lady as she tilted her head with her smile still intact. "You're not from around here."
Jason let out a laugh. "Good guess. I'm from Cinnabar Island."
"Oh, wow! I'll bet you have some good memories there."
Jason's smile faded slightly. He looked towards the pavement below his feet and said, "I've got memories, alright."
The lady, oblivious to Jason's uncomfortable state of mind, readjusted her hold on her black haired son and said, "Well now, what brings an islander like you here?"
The lady's change of topic eased Jason out of his thoughts as he brought his eyes back to hers. "I'm looking for someone who lives here in town." Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out his newspaper ad. "I know it's a little wet, but you should still be able to see the guy's face."
The lady took a look at the faded ad in Jason's hand and studied it. After a brief moment, the lady recognized the man in the picture. "Oh, you're looking for Professor Oak."
Relief struck the heart of Jason, causing a sigh to escape his lips. "You wouldn't happen to know where this man lives, would you?"
"I could point you in the right direction, but you'll never make it there without catching a cold. How about I drive you there?"
Jason's eyes widened slightly at her proposition. It had been a long time since anybody had given him such kindness. Unsure about what to do, he said, "I, uh…. I don't want to put you out."
The lady giggled at his response. "Don't be silly. I'm a big supporter for Pokemon trainers. My husband was a trainer until he blew out his knee. Professor's Oak's lab is on the way to my house, so you won't be putting me out at all."
Jason, realizing that this woman wasn't going to let him go back out into the storm, finally gave in and said, "Alright, you win. I'm Jason, by the way."
"Oh, excuse me," said the lady with a bright smile. "Where are my manners? I'm Delia Ketchum, and this is my son, Ash."
The little toddler waved his little arm with excitement in his brown eyes. Jason smirked at the little boy and grabbed Delia's umbrella so that she could hold Ash with both arms. They headed for Delia's car in a slow pace. As the reached the van, Jason held the umbrella over Delia's head so that she could strap young Ash into his car seat in the back with the groceries. Once the toddler was strapped, Jason gave the umbrella to Delia and hopped in the front seat of the van as Delia went around to the other side of the van. Delia then opened the door to the driver's seat and inserted the key into the ignition, twisting it and starting the van.
"Seatbelts, please," said Delia as she buckled her seatbelt on.
Jason quickly buckled his, respecting her rules. Delia drove the van out of the parking lot and pulled into the busy street, heading for Professor Oak's laboratory.
While in the van, Jason kept his sights on his window, gazing upon the sights of the town. Unbeknownst to him, Ash was watching Jason from his seat behind his mother's. Curiosity got the best of the little boy when he finally spoke in his raspy high-pitched voice.
"Hi," said Ash, grabbing Jason' attention.
Jason turned around and smirked at Ash. "Hey, kid."
Ash frowned and said, "My name Ash, not kid!"
Jason chuckled and raised his hands up in defeat. "Hey, sorry."
"Be nice, Ashton," warned Delia as she made a turn into another street.
"Ok, mommy," said Ash as he looked down towards the floor.
Jason kept his sights on the toddler and said, "How old are you, Ash?"
Ash's spirits sparked up once again as he brought his eyes to Jason's. "I four years old!"
"Wow. Four years, huh?"
"Isn't he the brightest thing," said Delia with delight in her voice.
"How old you," asked the little boy.
"I'm old," responded Jason. I'm nineteen years old."
Ash shot Jason a look of confusion. "How many is that?"
Jason raised his eyebrows at Ash. "A lot."
Minutes later, the rain had finally stopped and they arrived at the front entrance of Professor Oak's house. There wasn't a parkway for vehicles to enter, just a concrete walkway cutting the path of the green grass on the front lawn. The house was two stories high and looked more like a small mansion. Trees grew in random areas on the lawn, flowers bloomed in the gardens in front of the walls of the house, and a few young Aides, undoubtedly working for the Professor, were spread out on the lawn conversing amongst each other.
Jason unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. Before leaving the vehicle, he turned around and faced Delia and Ash. "Thanks again for the lift."
"You're welcome, sweetie," said Delia with a bright smile.
"Ash, you take care."
"Bye-bye!"
With that Jason exited the van and shut the door before Delia drove the van away. Jason walked towards the front door of the house and took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Moments after Jason's rapping, a near middle-aged man opened the door from the inside wearing a blue polo shirt under a white laboratory coat and brown slacks matching the color of his dress shoes. His short hair was light brown and was gelled in the bangs area, making his bangs stick up.
The man looked at Jason with concern in his eyes. Jason's cloths were soaked from the storm and his hair was frizzy from the moisture.
"Good god, man," said the middle-aged man. "Were you in that storm?"
Jason shot a look of confusion until he glanced at his wet cloths. "Oh, yeah I was. But, uh, my shoes should be dried up by now."
"Well don't concern yourself with your shoes, young lad. You must be freezing to death. Please, come inside."
The older man placed his hand on Jason's back, leading him inside the house. Jason walked inside and was lead to the large living room of the house. The room was highly decorated with paintings and stain glass windows, giving the room a colorful aura of light. A live fire burned in the fireplace and the furniture had brown leather with plenty of cushion.
As the older man lead Jason to the couch, a young man wearing a laboratory coat and large glasses ran towards the older man with excitement in his eyes.
"Professor Oak," said the younger man. "I finished the report on Fire-Type Biology!"
Professor Oak smirked at the young student and said, "Wonderful, Walter. Before you turn it in, would you prepare some tea for me and my guest?"
"Yes, Professor. Right away!"
As Walter ran towards the kitchen, Professor Oak grabbed a bath towel from a nearby closet and gave it to Jason.
"Here," said Professor Oak. "Let me take your jacket so you can warm up."
"You really don't have to do that," said Jason.
"Do what?"
Jason let out a laugh. "The towel, the tea, the jacket-"
Jason was cut off by a hand gesture from the Professor. "Nonsense, young lad. You are my guest. Make yourself at home while I go check on the tea."
Without another word Oak went straight for the kitchen, leaving Jason alone in the living room with a towel in hand. While Jason put the towel to good use, Oak lifted the tea kettle from the stove on his kitchen and poured the hot liquid into two mugs. He then placed Jason's jacket on the floor next to the laundry room located next to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Jason finished drying his hair and set the towel next to him on the couch. He then leaned his arms on his thighs and kept his hands clasped together as he waited for Oak. Moments later, the Pokemon Professor walked towards Jason carrying two mugs and handed Jason one of them. Jason took the mug and breathed in the scent of the green tea. As Jason took a sip of the hot beverage, Oak took a seat in a recliner chair next to the couch and took a sip of his own before setting the mug down on the coffee table.
"Thank you," said Jason.
"No no, please. I always tend to my guests, Mr. ….."
Jason picked up on Oak's questioning and said, "Oh, sorry. I'm Jason Patton."
"Professor Samuel Oak," said Oak as the two shook each other's hands.
"So tell me," began Oak as he leaned his back against his chair. "What brings you here? My house is rather far from town and obviously you didn't come here just to enjoy my company."
Jason chuckled at Oak's joking tone. He set his mug down on the coffee table and said, "Well, you're right. I'm not here to visit. I read your ad in the newspaper."
"Is that so," asked Oak with an excited expression in his eyes. "Then you must be here for the trainer's spot. You're in luck. You're the first person to respond to my ad."
"Oh, good," said Jason. "There's one thing I don't understand about it, though. The ad said something about a 'great adventure.' What exactly are you offering?"
Oak smirked and stood up from his seat. "Well, Mr. Patton, when I said grand adventure, I meant exactly that. You see, I'm not just giving a trainer a head start in the right direction of becoming a good Pokemon trainer. No, I am offering someone a chance to take part in an expedition, if you will. A journey of knowledge and adventure."
Oak approached one of the towering stain-glass windows near the fireplace and gazed upon the artwork. Jason took one more sip from his mug and then walked towards the Professor, standing behind him.
"I have invented a portable device," began Oak. "I call it the Pokedex. It's a small device with high level memory storage and sophisticated scanning technology. The purpose of its creation is to record data about Pokemon around the world. When activated, it runs a scan on a Pokemon and records its biological traits, including overall size and even the Pokemon's biological type. With this technology, scientists will be able to study these creatures in a way that they never could before."
Jason noticed Oak's pride and smirked. "So that's why you sent in the ad. You need somebody to travel the regions and use this device of yours."
Oak glanced at Jason and said, "That is indeed my intention. I would do it myself, but I am getting old and I must concentrate my attention here where it is needed most."
"But why have a complete stranger go on this safari hunt? Don't you have plenty of staff that could pull it off?"
Oak chuckled. "I have loyal workers, Jason, but they are not meant for this expedition. I need someone who longs for adventure. Someone with strength and determination. I won't lie to you, Jason. What I am asking will test your wits and may even put your life at risk. This expedition requires good judgment and bravery. Do you think that you have what is necessary to go on this journey?"
Jason kept his sights on the window. He wanted to be a part of something big, but this made him hesitate in his answer. Was he really willing to put his life on the line for something he doesn't even know about? He never thought in a million years that he would become a Pokemon trainer, let alone an errand boy for some crazy science project.
But then he thought, 'What else do I have going for me?'
Maybe this science expedition would bring out meaning to his life. It would be for a good cause, and it would help not only scientists, but other trainers as well. His mind made up, he took a deep breath brought his sights to Oak.
"I'll do it," was all Jason said.
Oak smiled and patted Jason on the back. "Wonderful! I'll prepare your equipment while you take a shower and my assistant washes your clothes."
"Huh? Ok, now you're being overzealous. You don't need-"
"Walter, could you come here a moment?"
Oak's loyal assistant ran into the living room and awaited Oak's instruction. "Yes sir?"
"Would you be so kind as to escort this young man to the upstairs bathroom and take his clothes to the laundry room?"
Walter anxiously nodded. "Of course! Right away!"
Jason tried to interject but was late to reply when Oak interrupted him again. "No if, ands or buts Jason. There's a robe hanging on the door of the bathroom for you to use until your clothes are ready. Now go upstairs while I prepare your equipment. Meet me downstairs in my lab when you are finished with the shower."
Jason was beside himself. He tried desperately to think of something to say, but no words could come out. He simply turned towards Walter and followed him upstairs. As the two left the living room, Oak headed towards the stairway that lead to his laboratory.
Meanwhile, Jason and Walter walked up the steps leading to the second story. Jason glanced at Walter with a look of contempt.
"So," began Jason. "You actually like being this guy's lackey? Writing reports and handling dirty laundry of complete strangers?"
Walter shot Jason an expression of resentment. "Professor Oak is the greatest man I know. He has accomplished so much in the fields of science and has taken it upon himself to teach me and accept me as his accomplice. I am proud to handle his guest's dirty laundry."
Jason shook his head and chuckled. "You're stronger minded than I am, that's for sure."
The two made their way to the bathroom door. Jason entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. The first item of clothing he stripped off was his shirt, exposing his tattooed arms and back. He had matching black tribal-like bands that covered his forearms and smaller bands with similar design on his biceps. On his back he had a large tattoo of a black, dragon-like figure that looked similar to a Charizard, minus the flame on the tip of its tail. The wings on the creature were spread out and the eyes were painted dark blue. Jason got these tattoos when he was younger, during his alcohol days. He had no regret in the tattoos themselves, but they were a reminder of his past.
Once he finished removing the rest of his clothing, he stood behind the door and opened it far enough for him to slip them through the entry way. Jason then handed the clothes to Walter and closed the door shut. While Walter walked downstairs, Jason opened the shower curtains and stepped inside. He then turned the two knobs on the tile wall, causing water to shoot out from the shower head above him. Jason let himself relax as the warm liquid ran along his skin and hair, cleaning them and keeping Jason warm.
Ten minutes later, Jason wandered around the basement laboratory in search of Oak, wearing a red and white plaid robe from the bathroom. The lab was massive and filled with many high-tech instruments along the walls. Finally, Jason saw Oak standing next to a table with various traveling equipment on top of the wooden surface. Oak too notice to Jason's presence and motioned his hand for Jason to approach.
"Ah, Jason," said Oak. "Come over here so I can show you your traveling gear."
Jason walked towards the Professor and turned his gaze towards the table.
"Now then," began Oak. "Here are your Pokeballs. These are tools used for catching wild Pokemon. Once the creature is weakened, throw this little gizmo at it and upon impact the ball will open, releasing its energy net that literally shrinks the Pokemon and contains it inside. Though it looks small, these babies give the captured Pokemon a very comfortable environment for them to rest in, so you don't have to feel bad about containing them in small space."
Jason picked up one of the Pokeballs and studied it. It was a metal sphere, no bigger than a baseball, with the top half painted red and the bottom half painted white. At its center was a button which, if pressed would shrink the size of the Pokeball to that of a ping-pong ball. After testing the button a few times, Jason set the Pokeball down and returned his sights to the table.
"This is your PokeGear. This is, next to the Pokedex, your most advanced technological piece of equipment. It is wrapped around your wrist and has many capabilities. Basically, it's a cell phone, a radio, a stop watch, a regional map, and a radar scanner all in one. The controls are easy to figure out, so you shouldn't find it too difficult to use. It is also water proof, so if you fall in a lake or get caught in the rain, it won't be damaged."
Jason picked up the small device and fiddled with the buttons. It had the look of a wrist watch with a small screen at its center. The words on the screen were big enough to read and the four buttons were labeled. Jason clipped the device around his left wrist and tightened the strap so it would fit his wrist.
"I took the liberty of unloading your backpack and setting you up with a new one. This one has plenty of space and many pouches for you organize your belongings. I trust you will find the padded straps comfortable."
Jason took a look at his black and grey backpack and was immediately impressed. His old one had only two zip-up pouches and was worn out from age. This one had three large zip-up pouches at its center, two small pouches on each side, and a bottle holder on the lower right side. He checked to see if Oak packed everything and found that all was accounted for, with a few added things included. Three black, white and grey T-shirts, four pairs of blue jeans, seven pairs of white socks, and his extra pair of black gloves were folded and placed in the first large pouch. In the middle pouch carried cooking supplies, compliments of Oak himself. There was a small skillet for cooking eggs and meat, a small pot for boiling water, and several items of food contained in plastic bags. The third pouch consisted of Pokemon medicine including potions, antidotes, elixirs, vitamins, and dietary food tablets. The only other pouch that wasn't empty was the upper right, containing a carton of non-filtered cigarettes.
"Finally, we come to your Pokedex. This is the first completed Pokedex to date and shouldn't be too difficult to operate. Point the sensor at the desired Pokemon and press the scanning button. Once the device has finished its cycle, the information will be automatically recorded and stored. There is also a microphone for you to use so that you can record the Pokemon's other traits, such as behavior in the wild or its habitat. This will also carry your Trainer's License, so if a police officer or Pokemon League Official asks for some I.D., you can show them that."
Jason picked up the small device. It was red in color, square in shape, and could be opened like a book. Once opened, the thinner left side had a pair of small headphones placed at its center that were already attached to the device. The right side consisted of a small screen monitor in the center with several labeled buttons on each side of it. The scanning sensor was located on the top left corner of the device while the small microphone was located on the top right corner.
"I made a special pouch on your utility belt for the Pokedex. The other three pouches are empty and yours to use. Your utility belt also has four magnets that connect specifically with the alloy of your Pokeballs, so you won't pick up any other metals on the magnets."
The leather utility belt was dark brown and consisted of four large pouches that buttoned up. The pouch for the Pokedex was on the right side next to the four magnets on the back of the belt.
Suddenly, Walter walked towards the two men with Jason's clothes. He set the clothes down on the floor next to the table and turned his gaze towards Professor Oak.
"Anything else I can do, sir?"
Oak smiled and shook his head. "No, Walter. Thank you very much. Take the rest of the day off and report back here tomorrow morning so we can get a head start on the Psychic-Type report."
Walter anxiously nodded his head and ran towards the stairs. Jason grabbed his boxer shorts and jeans and slipped them on underneath the robe. Once he finished zipping up his jeans, he removed the robe and grabbed his shirt. Oak glanced at Jason's back tattoo with interest, but decided against asking him about it.
"So what's next," asked Jason after he put on his hooded jacket. "Do I take everything here and head out?"
"Oh, no," said Oak. "It's far too dangerous to wander around the wild without a Pokemon companion. I will supply you with your first Pokemon and then you will be on your way. Come with me."
Jason followed Oak to another table in the lab. This table was made of stainless steel, rather than wood. Resting on the hard surface were three enlarged Pokeballs, all with a different emblem engraved above the button. The left Pokeball had a leaf symbol, the middle had a water drop symbol, and the right one had a fire symbol.
"Alright," began Oak. "I will give you one of these three Pokemon to get you started. All three are good Pokemon for beginner trainers. You have your choice of picking Bulbasaur, Squirtle, or Charmander."
Oak activated the three Pokeballs, causing the three small creatures to materialize. Bulbasaur was a reptilian creature with dark blue scales and a green, leaf-like pod on its back. It stood on all fours and had a look of pride in its red eyes. Squirtle was a small, bipedal turtle with light blue scales and a durable brown shell on its back. Squirtles were known for their overexcited behavior, and this little one was no exception as it quickly began barking its high pitched chirps at Bulbasaur, wanting to play.
Charmander was the Pokemon that caught Jason's eye. It was a bipedal reptile with light orange scales and a long tail, of which carried a live flame at its tip. Little Charmander gave off a lonely and depressed vibe, keeping his distance from the other two. Charmander even had a visible vertical scar over his left eye, causing the eye color to appear light grey rather than a dark shade of blue.
"What happened to this one," asked Jason.
Oak gave out an expression of pity as he looked at the small Fire-Type. "I found little Charmander in the wild not too far from town. He was previously owned by another trainer. After that scumbag abused the little one on account of not winning a battle, he abandoned him. I knew he was abused by a trainer because I was the one who gave Charmander to the trainer. It absolutely astounds me that people would treat their Pokemon like this."
Jason kneeled down and faced Charmander. The little Fire-Type turned his head away with fear in his eyes and paced back a few steps. To Jason, this was a walk down memory lane, for he knew all too well about what it felt like to be abused in such a manner.
In an attempt to reassure Charmander, Jason grabbed a few food tablets from his backpack and set them down in front of Charmander. The small lizard Pokemon glanced at the food a few times and then at Jason, looking into the young man's eyes and hoping that Jason wasn't like his other trainer. Jason gave Charmander a small smile, trying to get the little creature to understand that he wasn't going to hurt him.
Finally, Charmander brought his snout to the food and sniffed at it. He grabbed one of the tablets with his tongue and chewed it quickly, immediately enjoying its taste. After he ate the rest of the food, Charmander walked towards Jason and sniffed at his hand. Jason kept his sights on Charmander as the little lizard Pokemon studied him. Charmander turned his gaze to Jason's eyes and took a step closer to the young man. After a brief moment of silence between the two, Charmander finally barked at Jason playfully, wagging his tail in excitement.
Jason let out a big smile. "I'll take him. What did you say his name was?"
"His species name is Charmander," said Oak.
"Hmm, Charmander, huh? How about a simpler name? I think I'll call you………. Char."
Charmander tilted his head at the sound of that name and licked Jason's cheek, causing Jason to chuckle. Jason picked up Charmander by his sides and held him above the table. Charmander's tail continued to wag his tail as Jason held him there. All Oak could do was smile as Jason and Char had their moment.
Minutes later, Jason and Char followed Oak outside the house. The storm clouds had left the skies, allowing the sun to shine.
"So where should I start," asked Jason.
"Your best bet would be to head north towards Viridian City," suggested Oak. "I have connections throughout the region that will assist you as your journey progresses. Once you reach Viridian City, head over to the Pokemon Center so you can give Char a medical check up. You will also be able to check into a room at the center for free. Just show them your license on your Pokedex and you should be able to stay there for a day. I've taken the liberty of installing a bank account on your PokeGear, so you will receive money from me until you find another way to earn some cash."
Jason nodded and shook Oak's hand. "Thanks for giving me a head start, Sam. I'll call you when I reach Viridian City."
"Good luck, Jason."
And with that, Jason and Char headed north for Route 1. Oak smiled as he watched them leave, for he had a good feeling about Jason. Once Jason and Char were out of site, Oak went inside his house and looked forward for future events.
Alrighty then! That's one chapter down! Those of you who have actually read my prior version of this story will obviously see many detail changes, but overall you get the same general concept. I will update weekly to the best of my ability. I do have many areas of business that keep me from my computer at home, but you will see the rest of this story as well as the sequels to come.
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