Disclaimer:I do not own Pokemon
Warning:Rated .May contain may be subject to 'S will be may be OOC.
Rating:T
Ashton Ketchum,a young boy of no more than two(Often called Ash for short),giggled as he wobbled forward;towards a Pokemon hatching.
He had escaped his mothers supervision with ease,she was speaking to his father,and hadn't seen him wander off.
"Gah!" Ash cried as he held out his hand towards the Pokemon stumbled forward slowly.
"Horn!Rhy!" the Pokemon cried butting its rocky head against his hand.
It would be an hour before his mother and Professor Oak found him in the middle of the Rhyhorn herd,safe,unharmed,and with a bond that would last a lifetime and be spoken of for years to come.
"Once their was a boy and his Pokémon"
Ash was five when his father abandoned him and his mother for another woman and his unborn half brother.
Two days after his father left,he went mute.
Three days after his father left,all Pokémon in Pallet at the time,and all who would pass through since,would grow to despise his father,the mistress,and the unborn child.
For the next two years he would spend his days with the Pokemon at the would take Professor Oak two weeks to notice and another three days to begin to wonder what he was doing,and it took almost five years for him to even begin to figure out what Ash was doing.
"The Pokémon was not just one Pokémon,nor two,nor three nor thirty,but all pokemon."
Ash was seven when he finnaly began to talk again.
Ash refused to speak to adult humans for two years after that.
By the time Ash was nine,he would speak to adults,though only in the presence of a Pokemon.
"The boy could command any Pokemon he came across with ease- after all,whats the good of having someone to talk to if you don't get along well enough to talk?"