Hello my fellow assassins, it's me your mentor, Digital Assassin, and welcome to the very first chapter of my first fanfic I've been wanting to make for a long while now. So, if I screw up on something like grammar and spelling or missed stuff, let me know in the reviews and I'll look into fixing those. Any guys go ahead and start reading.
A beautiful sun rises over the vast Kanto region. The sound of Dodrio cries over a small town called Pallet. The sun shines through one house's window and into the room. The room had a climb up ladder to the bed. A small dresser with a small TV on top of it, next to it is a small plush Snorlax, smiling. The bed blanket was black and had yellow lighting bolts in pattern. Under the blankets was a fifteen year old trainer who had jet black hair. On top of the blanket was a Pokemon that looks like a mouse but isn't. The mouse was about a foot tall and was yellow, long ears with black tips, red cheeks, two brown lines on its back, and it's tail had a lighting bolt shape. It's eyes started to open and gave out a small yawn as to waking up to the morning. "Chaaaa!" the mouse said as it yawned. It looked around the room and looked at the calender on the wall. It was now May and today's date, the twenty-second, was circled with a star inside. The Pokemon was joyed with excitement. It turned to it's trainer and saw he was still asleep. The electric mouse dropped one ear and gave an annoyed look on it's face. It shook it off though and tried to wake up it's trainer. "Pikapi..." it said quietly as it shook a little bit. The trainer gave a little groan and went back to sleep. "Pikapiiii..." it said again but a little more louder to get his attention. "Pikachu, let me sleep, buddy." it's trainer said again but in an annoyed tone.
The electric mouse was now upset with him. He started to spark up his cheeks," Piiiikaaachhuuuuuuuuu!" and released a strong stream of electricity at it's trainer. Downstairs in the kitchen was a woman that was about thirty- eight years old. She had brown hair. She wore a pink and green top to go with a blue skirt-dress. She was about to make breakfast when suddenly, "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" went a painful scream that came from upstairs. "About time those two got up." she said as she walked out of the kitchen and up to the room.
The trainer in the bed, now fully awake, was covered in black ash(no thanks to his Pikachu). "Pikachu?" the trainer replied, with a touch of annoyance. "Pi?" the mouse responded.
"You realize that every time you wake me up, there's a reason why, right"(Trainer)
The Pokemon nodded yes. "Well, what's the reason this time?!" the trainer yelled with anger. Pikachu closed it's eyes and pointed to the calender. The trainer looked at the calender and now understood why. "Oh, I see." the trainer said with a happier tone now. "Thanks, buddy" he then grabbed Pikachu and gave it a big hug. The electric mouse happily gave a hug back. The woman from downstairs entered the room and saw the two in bed. "Happy Birthday, Ash." the woman replied in a happy tone. "Thanks, Mom." the trainer said back happy as well.
"I'm gonna start breakfast now, so why don't ya jump in the shower until then, OK?" the woman replied.
"No problem, mom." Ash replied. Ash's mom closed the door and went back downstairs. The raven-haired teen stretched out his arms and climbed down. Pikachu respectfully stayed on the bed and waited for him until he was done. Ash went into the bathroom and checked in the mirror. He was completely covered in ash. He shacked his head and got most of it out of his hair. He looked in his reflection again. This time he saw his messy black hair and the two zigzag scars on his cheeks. He always wondered how he got them in the first place. But he put that thought aside and jumped in the shower.
Ash Ketchum is a now a sixteen year boy today. He started his journey to become a Pokemon Master, a goal that is still unexplained to many people today, six years ago when he was ten. He was so excited to start his journey, he could barely sleep. But, because of it, he overslept and was running late. He hurried to Professor Oak's Lab, home to Professor Samuel Oak, the Kanto region's profound Pokemon Professor, but he was still in his pajamas. But when Ash got there, all the starter Pokemon were all gone. Ash was so sad and disappointed in himself. Fortunately, Professor Oak had one more Pokemon left in case of emergency, but he wasn't so sure about it. But, Ash was determined to start his journey right away, so he gave the Pokemon to Ash and that Pokemon was Pikachu. Ash was so happy to see Pikachu, but Pikachu wasn't. It didn't want to go with Ash at all. But, Ash was still determined to start his journey. The two stetted out and they were not getting along very well. Pikachu didn't follow a single command Ash had given him and refused to battle. But, their little arguments turned into something really bad. They ran into a giant flock of Wild Spearow and they were angry. Ash and Pikachu kept trying to outrun the flock, but they couldn't. Eventually, they were cornered and Pikachu took the most betting from the Spearow and couldn't run from them anymore. Ash was so worried for Pikachu and told him to get inside his Pokeball, but Pikachu wouldn't go in there, because he was too scared to go in it. But, Ash wanted to keep Pikachu safe and left the Pokeball by Pikachu and tried to stand up to the Spearow.
Pikachu was so touched by Ash when he risked his own life to keep his own safe. So Pikachu jumped in between the Spearow and Ash and unleashed a powerful electric attack and it defeated the entire flock of Spearow. Ash and Pikachu had began their new friendship together and began anew. Ever since then, they had new friends, tons of laughs, and new adventures for everyday they been on their journey.
Ash jumped out of the shower, now feeling refreshed, dried himself off and got out of the bathroom. Pikachu saw Ash come out and shut his eyes tight so he could get dressed. Ash changed into his Kalos Attire: His Kalos hat, which was a red cap with a white Pokeball symbol, a blue shirt with a white lining, a pair of black cargo pants, and red and black gloves. His shoes and backpack were by the exit inside. "OK, Pikachu, let's go get some breakfast." Ash said happily. The electric mouse was happy to come along as well. The two good friends went downstairs and went into the Kitchen. There, they saw a huge breakfast feast for all three of them. There was waffles, milk, eggs, and bacon all around. Ash and Pikachu's mouths just watered when they saw it all. "Wow! You were able to cook all this?" he said with astonishment. "Well, never underestimate what cooking your mother can do." his mother said as she was in the kitchen. "Now, don't eat to much now, we're gonna eat cake and ice cream in a few hours and I don't wanna hear you not being hungry." Ash sheepishly chuckled while Pikachu snickered. Ash knew he can get a little piggy when it comes to food, but out of all the food he's eaten through his journey, none of them could compare to his mothers. The trainer and his electric friend began to eat and they enjoyed every bite.
Delia, Ash's mother, was happy to see her son so happy. As the only child she had, she wanted the best for her son. With it hard to get money around the house too, she always makes his new clothes by herself to save money. Ash and Pikachu each got their own fill of breakfast and took care of their plates, but "MIME!" a mime-like Pokemon took their plates for them and took care of it for them. "Geez, came out of nowhere there, Mr. Mime." Ash replied astonished. "Mime, mime." Mr. Mime happily replied. "Mr. Mime, are you forgetting to tell Ash this morning?" Delia asked him. The mime Pokemon remembered and replied to Ash with" Mime mime, Mr. Mime."
"Thanks, Mr. Mime." Ash thank the mime, knowing that he was saying "Happy Birthday, Ash". The birthday boy finished off his glass of Moo Moo Milk and started to get his shoes and backpack on. "Wait, Ash. Where are you going?" Delia asked her son. "To Professor Oak's Lab. My Pokemon probably want to say Happy Birthday to me, too. So I don't want to keep them waiting." the raven-haired teen said as he finished tying his shoes.
"Well, I'll be there to meet you up there soon. You have fun while you're up there."(Delia)
"I will. C'mon Pikachu." Ash said to his best friend before he put his backpack on. "Pika!" the electric mouse said as he jumped on Ash's shoulder. The two exited their home and ran off to go see their PokePals. Delia walked out the house with Mr. Mime behind her and sees her son run off to another mini adventure today. She sighed and just knows he's gonna have a great day today because not only his friends and Pokemon are there, but also his long time crush are there to give him a little surprise.
Well, guys that's chapter one. Not very long since this was quick, but I hope you guys liked it. Now, let me explain how my stories are gonna work. My chapters are gonna be uploaded when ever I got the chapter done and proofread. So, don't expect them to be on very week. Well, anyway, I hope you guys like this chapter. Please follow and/or favorite it you guys want to see more of this story. If you have any OC ideas, send them to my PM(Private Message). Follow the rules below:
#1: Make the character appropriate. Like don't make them feel like the kind of person that would swear or be "dirty" all the time. Keep them in the T rated area.
#2:If the OC is a rival, make them friendly. I hate rivals that are all about themselves and treat both people and Pokemon like tools and trash. That's something I can't take.
#3: The trainer must have at least three to four Pokemon. He/she must have a beginning Pokemon(doesn't have to be a starter, but not as a Pesudeo).
#4: NO EVIL ORGANISATION, GYM LEADER, OR CHAMPION. I already made my ideas for them. But, an elite four member would be nice.
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