The Wild Boy of Alola
Author's Note : I've been meaning to do write this story for quite some time. I wanted to do a tribute to one of my favorite, in fact my SECOND favorite of Ash ships, Aureliashipping aka Ash/Lillie. So to start off the new year, I decided to write a story combining two of my favorite things : Ash/Lillie and a jungle-themed fanfic. So here we go.
Summary : A Tarzan/Jungle Book!AU of sorts. Ever since he was a baby, Ash had been raised by the Lycanroc of Alola but has wondered where he belonged. Perhaps a flaxen-blonde haired young lady named Lillie can help him but they may need to dodge a couple of enemies such as a rouge Incineroar and a notorious hunter.
Pairings : Ash/Lillie (Note: I MAY, not might, add a few more pairings but this is fine for now.)
Before I begin with the prologue, I want to warn some of the sensitive readers here there is a bit of angst and... MAYBE (emphasis on maybe) of non-erotic nudity since I'm a little skeptical on the possibility of feral humans even knowing the concept of clothing but that's just me perhaps (I'm still debating and even so, it'd probably only be in the first few chapters). Disclaimer : I don't own Pokémon obviously.
Prologue : A Mother's Love
This fateful day started like any other day. Near the jungles of Alola, there was a lone home slightly isolated from the others in a village. On one hand, it had the perk that she could have the peace and quiet one desired at times and a nice view of the jungle. On the other hand, it made some places to buy food a longer walking distance and it could get lonely at times. There was another disadvantage that would eventually come. A young woman resided there with her baby. This young woman with her dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, in this particular day, was hanging the clean laundry in her home, trying to get away from the heat. In the front of her chest she had on a baby sling that, what else, had her baby inside it. She carefully wiped the sweat off her brow as she hung the last shirt. Once she was done, she smiled as she glanced at her pride and joy, her little boy.
To say that young Delia had it easy these days would be a lie, to an extent. The man who she thought would love her for all time had left her after she gave birth for a life of crime. It turned out that not everyone could be a parent. She hadn't heard from him ever since and perhaps it was for the best. After all, a man who would leave his wife and son for the quote-unquote 'easy' life wasn't worth crying over. That wasn't to say there wasn't any heartbreak over it at first, but now, she was happy with her little boy.
"It's just you and me, my little boy. We don't need your deadbeat father with us. You will always have me." Delia cooed to the baby who only gurgled as he drifted off to sleep again.
Sometimes however fate had different plans for any baby in this world, plans that sometimes didn't include their biological parents in their life. Unknown to her, while Delia was preparing to enter, there was the sound of a growl that was coming in. Once she heard it, however, her eyes widened as she instantly realized the source of the sound.
It was a hulking Pokémon with a muscular build, almost resembling some wrestler of sorts. It was notable in that it had a scar across one of it's eyes. It was breathing heavily and walking on two legs, making it easier to catch any prey it pleased. Sure enough, it's prey and target were on Delia and her son.
In any other moment, Delia could have easily hid in her home and locked the doors, getting any weapon in the case the Pokémon managed to break in. Yet in that moment of panic and fear for her and her son's life, with the adrenaline pumping in her body practically begging her to run or fight, Delia's mind didn't think of that possibility in that moment. In that second, Delia, still carrying her child, ran off, mentally begging her legs to move faster from this Pokémon who started to take chase.
She looked around for anywhere to hide, in particular her little boy in her arms. She could not let that creature Incineroar get to her baby boy. Her head darted for any good potential hiding place for her son. Then she found something. It was an abandoned row boat that contained a basket, child-sized, someone had left by a river. It may have been a dim move by the person who owned the boat to leave a perfectly good boat but for Delia, she was grateful for it. All she had to do was place her son in there and distract the Incineroar as much as possible to keep her baby boy safe, even if it did kill her.
Making sure no animal, especially not the Incineroar chasing her, was watching, Delia discreetly placed the sleeping baby boy in the basket in the boat as she covered him gently, to cover him mostly but not suffocate or hurt him in anyway. Once she heard the growl of the Incineroar was getting louder and nearer, Delia sprinted off to another direction as the Incineroar started to catch up to her. Once Delia stopped at a small grassy area with a huge rock to catch her breath a bit, she sank to her knees slightly praying to any deity out there to protect her son. However, her prayers were cut short by a hungry, feral growl of the Incineroar and a quick swift of it's paws. It didn't hesitate to attack the woman, who was not fearful at the idea of death but only hopeful for the future of her son. Not too soon, Delia's life had been cut short to save her son. However, Delia would be perhaps happy to know that her sacrifice for her son would not been in vain.
Author's Note: Considering this is a prologue, I don't have much to say. I decided to leave the identity of Ash's father here slightly vague but with a couple of hints and interpretations. Hopefully, by the time I write chapter one, I may finally get some thoughts out there. For now this is a good start I hope. Any corrections for grammar are appreciated here.
As mentioned, I do not in any way own Pokémon. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, short as it is. And...Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays!