The real Master
Chapter one
Reminiscences
Summery Ash has only one memory left of his dad, but why doesn't he remember more? Is there something behind it? And what had his father meant when he said Ash was the true Pokémon master? Is there more to being a Pokémon master than just Pokémon? With Team Rocket breathing down his back, and Misty nagging in his ear, while Brock is dropping dead over all the nurse Joy's and officer Jenny's, can Ash find out his dad's secret?
Ash sat looking glumly out the window of his room in the hotel that Misty, Brock, and himself had rented.
Sighing dejectedly as he watched the rain fall out of the darkened sky, droplets of water making their way down the stain glass window, he felt a tear of his own go down his face.
He was sixteen, he thought to himself angrily, why should he be so sad...so so upset about HIM?!
He turned and flopped down on his small bed, looking blankly up at the depressing white ceiling listening to the rain pound down hard on the roof.
You are the real Pokémon master Ash. You are, just trust me. It doesn't go down to how many you catch. Maybe...maybe, someday I'll tell you
That was the last thing he remembered him saying.
Ash's big amber eyes closed momentarily at the sweet memory that he relished over of his father. He did know why, but once his father had left- and a little while after-he couldn't remember a thing before then. He had been five-a time to remember stuff-both good and bad. Yet he had not.
Raking a hand through his messy raven black hair he growled. What had his dad meant? There's more to it? How could there be more too it? All you have to do is catch all the Pokémon and of course be a good trainer...but something was bugging him, he had to find out what his dad meant.
"Pika?"Said a soft, slightly squeaky voice to his right. Looking to the table he smiled as he saw Pikachu and started to pet his head.
"You know Pikachu, "he whispered and Pikachu looked up, "I was always broke up that my dad left, but I had tried to drown out the feeling with thinking of becoming a Pokémon master. But..."the words left his lips and he didn't seem to know what to say.
"But...it isn't right. Something about being a Pokémon master. What had my dad meant? It doesn't matter how many Pokémon I catch?"
Ash looked down to Pikachu, "I shouldn't be worrying you little buddy. Let's get some sleep." Reluctantly Pikachu nodded in agreement. They needed sleep, and he curled up beside Ash listening to the rhythmical heart beat that was slowing slightly, and the sprinkle of rain on the roof and window.
Something was wrong, and it was much more than just the regular Pokémon. Something was terribly, horribly wrong.
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