Genesis Of A Creation
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. The idea, however is mine. Not that I'd sue if you take the idea as long as you'd ask.
Note: This fic is written due to boredom on my part, and there is a high chance that I might not complete it. However, if I find that there are people who like this fic, I will do my best to continue.
~*~*~*~
Ash slowly opened his eyes. Immediately, he was greeted by the sight of people in lab coats- presumably scientists- working around many kinds of machinery. He felt tired. Very tired, but he forced himself to stay awake. Long enough to notice that he was in a containment unit filled with orange liquid.
In front of him, a scientist looked up, and started, before saying something to his colleagues, all of whom stopped whatever they were doing and rushed to look at him. Feeling the fatigue roll over him, Ash closed his eyes and let the darkness of sleep consume him.
In his sleep, Ash dreamed. He was on a secluded island, no one else was around. He looked at the quickly descending sun, waiting for its orange glow to dissipate. As he waited, he flexed his wings, of which was black. Just like his clothes.
The last of sunlight disappeared under the horizon. Dropping to a crouch, he paused. Shaking his head, he pushed his legs, feeling himself launched through the air. Automatically, his wings flapped, bearing his weight.
The wind rushing through his hair, he looked to the west as he flew in that direction. He did not know what he was. but he had orders. And he was to carry them out. If he did them well, he would be rewarded with meat, each piece large, warm and still caked with blood. Thinking about food, he licked his teeth, feeling the sharpness of his canines...
A dim light broke through the darkness, causing him to open his eyes once more. This time, he did not feel fatigued. He looked to the front to see the scientist scribbling on a pad, before looking up.
Seeing that Ash had woken up, the scientist smiled and turned to call in what appeared to be an excited manner. Slowly, Ash turned to look at where the man was calling to. He saw a blue haired man and a red headed woman with a cat like creature. A Meowth.
The two came over, and he looked down at them as they conversed under his containment tank. After a few minutes, everyone stopped and looked towards a door, which Ash lifted his head to look.
A well dressed man who appeared to be in his forties was standing there with a Persian. He appeared to be of high ranking, considering the way everyone saluted. Like the trio before him, the man approached.
The man spoke for a moment, before gesturing towards him. The scientist nodded, and pressed a button causing the level of the liquid to fall. As the liquid fell, Ash breathed his first breath.
Once the liquid had drained away, the door slid open, allowing him to leave the tank, which he did not. Cautiously, he surveyed the crowed gathered around him, his eyes narrowed slightly. As his view passed the scientists, the drew back.
After several minutes, he took a step out of the tank, completely naked.
"Get him the uniform," the man ordered the scientist who scurried off to get what his boss ordered. He then turned to Ash. "Ashton Ketchum," he greeted.
"Who are you," Ash asked the man flatly, his eyes scrutinizing his every move. He sounded like he was making a statement but he did not care. In what way he spoke mattered not to anyone.
"Forgive me. I am Giovanni, leader of this organization called Team Rocket. You are currently in our lab where you had undergone treatment," Giovanni answered.
"How do you know my name and why am I here?" Ash went on flatly. It seemed to him that he could not feel anything, thus better to have no emotion in his voice. Then again, it appeared to come out naturally.
"To answer your second inquiry, you had an accident near here, in which your mother died, I'm afraid," Giovanni told him. "We took you in and treated you. As for your former question, we checked up on you, so as to be able to inform your next of kin. However, it appeared that you're the only person left in your family, Ashton."
"I'm... the only one in my family?" he asked as though uninterested. Then again, he was uninterested. "How did the accident occur?"
"Yes. You're the last of the Ketchum family. As for the accident, can't you remember?" Giovanni questioned.
"......" Ash paused for a moment. "I do not remember anything," he admitted nonchalantly.
"It's a pity... it matter not for now. Ashton, we of Team Rocket will try to help you," Giovanni told the man. As though to highlight his point, the scientist returned with the clothes and a towel.
Ash nodded and was about to head for the changing room when Giovanni called again. "It may be a bit too soon, but would you like to join Team Rocket?"
Ash stopped. Without turning, he answered, "I have nothing else to do. I'll join Team Rocket as a for of my thanks for your help." With that, he entered the changing room.
Giovanni smirked. "Very good, Ashton. Very good..." Turning to the couple, he proceeded to give them orders. "Jessie, James, you two shall assist Ashton Ketchum in any way possible. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir!" the two rockets and the Meowth answered as the door closed behind their boss' retreating back.
"Man... we used to be the best agents we had and now what are we? A couple of lackeys," Jessie complained, clenching her fist. "All because of two people we loooovvvveeee so much," she added angrily.
"You should be glad that the boss has yet to sack us, Jessie," James reminded her.
"Yeah! I don't think I appreciate being fed to the boss' Seaking!" Meowth added. "Either way, we're stuck with this guy so we might as well try to do a good job..."
~*~*~*~
"Here's your room, Ash," James informed the man who was by now dressed in his 'uniform', which happened to differ from the normal rockets'. Jessie lagged behind, still fuming that she was reduced to a lap dog. "If you need us, just go to the intercom."
"Very well," Ash told him, and slid his card through the slot. The machine beeped and the LED light turned green, granting him access. Without a backward glance, he slammed the door in their faces.
"Grr.... that bastard..." Jessie growled.
"Forget it, Jess. We had better make sure we do a good job or it's... keeee," Meowth made a slashing motion at his throat.
Still fuming, Jessie followed the two back to their quarters.
Ash looked around his room, which he felt was too large. It could easily have been one hundred square meters.
The room was completely furnished, with everything any normal person would want. Ash however, felt that those things were a waste of money. To him, all he needed were the basic needs. But since it was already there...
Ash walked over to the full length mirror which had caught his eye. He looked at the mirror, to see a tall, brown haired young man. He would've looked like any normal human, if not for his eyes which glowed a fiery crimson.
For several long moments he stared at his reflection, trying to remember how he used to look like. However after those futile moments had passed, he shook his head and changed out of his clothes and headed straight for bed. He was going to meet Giovanni regarding his training as a Team Rocket member.
As he turned, dropping his shirt on the way, he failed to notice the two small bumps which was located between his shoulder blades.
~*~*~*~
Ash stood in front of the mirror again the next morning. He was dressed in a clean set of uniform. He wore a black tee-shirt under a shirt of similar colour. Truth be told, he was completely in black. Black long pants, black boots, cloak, shoulder guard and fingerless gloves.
"Who am I?" he questioned his reflection. He knew his name, but he knew of nothing beyond that.
He walked over to the intercom and pressed on it only to be greeted by loud snores. He lifted his finger off the connection button and exited his room, not wanting to wake them. After all, he should have no problem getting around the compound.
After walking around for several minutes, a rocket member confronted him.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?" the man challenged him, taking out his pokeballs.
Ash stared at him with a blank glare. "Who are you to ask me that?" he asked flatly, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Grr... impudence! Go Butterfree!" the rocket tossed the red and white ball at the ground, releasing the flying pokemon. "Sleep powder!" he commanded the butterfly, which flew up and released dust off its wings. The rocket smirked. "That will teach you to challenge Team Rocket!"
Ash tilted his head up to look at the pokemon, before looking back at the man. "I shall not challenge Team Rocket. But you must be punished," he walked toward the rocket, before suddenly rushing him.
"W-what the?!" the man gasped in shock. "B-but the sleep powder..."
He never got the chance to finish his sentence as Ash rammed into him, crashing into the wall, breaking his back from the force. "A worthless member should not join Team Rocket," he told the corpse, before leaving the scene.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. The idea, however is mine. Not that I'd sue if you take the idea as long as you'd ask.
Note: This fic is written due to boredom on my part, and there is a high chance that I might not complete it. However, if I find that there are people who like this fic, I will do my best to continue.
~*~*~*~
Ash slowly opened his eyes. Immediately, he was greeted by the sight of people in lab coats- presumably scientists- working around many kinds of machinery. He felt tired. Very tired, but he forced himself to stay awake. Long enough to notice that he was in a containment unit filled with orange liquid.
In front of him, a scientist looked up, and started, before saying something to his colleagues, all of whom stopped whatever they were doing and rushed to look at him. Feeling the fatigue roll over him, Ash closed his eyes and let the darkness of sleep consume him.
In his sleep, Ash dreamed. He was on a secluded island, no one else was around. He looked at the quickly descending sun, waiting for its orange glow to dissipate. As he waited, he flexed his wings, of which was black. Just like his clothes.
The last of sunlight disappeared under the horizon. Dropping to a crouch, he paused. Shaking his head, he pushed his legs, feeling himself launched through the air. Automatically, his wings flapped, bearing his weight.
The wind rushing through his hair, he looked to the west as he flew in that direction. He did not know what he was. but he had orders. And he was to carry them out. If he did them well, he would be rewarded with meat, each piece large, warm and still caked with blood. Thinking about food, he licked his teeth, feeling the sharpness of his canines...
A dim light broke through the darkness, causing him to open his eyes once more. This time, he did not feel fatigued. He looked to the front to see the scientist scribbling on a pad, before looking up.
Seeing that Ash had woken up, the scientist smiled and turned to call in what appeared to be an excited manner. Slowly, Ash turned to look at where the man was calling to. He saw a blue haired man and a red headed woman with a cat like creature. A Meowth.
The two came over, and he looked down at them as they conversed under his containment tank. After a few minutes, everyone stopped and looked towards a door, which Ash lifted his head to look.
A well dressed man who appeared to be in his forties was standing there with a Persian. He appeared to be of high ranking, considering the way everyone saluted. Like the trio before him, the man approached.
The man spoke for a moment, before gesturing towards him. The scientist nodded, and pressed a button causing the level of the liquid to fall. As the liquid fell, Ash breathed his first breath.
Once the liquid had drained away, the door slid open, allowing him to leave the tank, which he did not. Cautiously, he surveyed the crowed gathered around him, his eyes narrowed slightly. As his view passed the scientists, the drew back.
After several minutes, he took a step out of the tank, completely naked.
"Get him the uniform," the man ordered the scientist who scurried off to get what his boss ordered. He then turned to Ash. "Ashton Ketchum," he greeted.
"Who are you," Ash asked the man flatly, his eyes scrutinizing his every move. He sounded like he was making a statement but he did not care. In what way he spoke mattered not to anyone.
"Forgive me. I am Giovanni, leader of this organization called Team Rocket. You are currently in our lab where you had undergone treatment," Giovanni answered.
"How do you know my name and why am I here?" Ash went on flatly. It seemed to him that he could not feel anything, thus better to have no emotion in his voice. Then again, it appeared to come out naturally.
"To answer your second inquiry, you had an accident near here, in which your mother died, I'm afraid," Giovanni told him. "We took you in and treated you. As for your former question, we checked up on you, so as to be able to inform your next of kin. However, it appeared that you're the only person left in your family, Ashton."
"I'm... the only one in my family?" he asked as though uninterested. Then again, he was uninterested. "How did the accident occur?"
"Yes. You're the last of the Ketchum family. As for the accident, can't you remember?" Giovanni questioned.
"......" Ash paused for a moment. "I do not remember anything," he admitted nonchalantly.
"It's a pity... it matter not for now. Ashton, we of Team Rocket will try to help you," Giovanni told the man. As though to highlight his point, the scientist returned with the clothes and a towel.
Ash nodded and was about to head for the changing room when Giovanni called again. "It may be a bit too soon, but would you like to join Team Rocket?"
Ash stopped. Without turning, he answered, "I have nothing else to do. I'll join Team Rocket as a for of my thanks for your help." With that, he entered the changing room.
Giovanni smirked. "Very good, Ashton. Very good..." Turning to the couple, he proceeded to give them orders. "Jessie, James, you two shall assist Ashton Ketchum in any way possible. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir!" the two rockets and the Meowth answered as the door closed behind their boss' retreating back.
"Man... we used to be the best agents we had and now what are we? A couple of lackeys," Jessie complained, clenching her fist. "All because of two people we loooovvvveeee so much," she added angrily.
"You should be glad that the boss has yet to sack us, Jessie," James reminded her.
"Yeah! I don't think I appreciate being fed to the boss' Seaking!" Meowth added. "Either way, we're stuck with this guy so we might as well try to do a good job..."
~*~*~*~
"Here's your room, Ash," James informed the man who was by now dressed in his 'uniform', which happened to differ from the normal rockets'. Jessie lagged behind, still fuming that she was reduced to a lap dog. "If you need us, just go to the intercom."
"Very well," Ash told him, and slid his card through the slot. The machine beeped and the LED light turned green, granting him access. Without a backward glance, he slammed the door in their faces.
"Grr.... that bastard..." Jessie growled.
"Forget it, Jess. We had better make sure we do a good job or it's... keeee," Meowth made a slashing motion at his throat.
Still fuming, Jessie followed the two back to their quarters.
Ash looked around his room, which he felt was too large. It could easily have been one hundred square meters.
The room was completely furnished, with everything any normal person would want. Ash however, felt that those things were a waste of money. To him, all he needed were the basic needs. But since it was already there...
Ash walked over to the full length mirror which had caught his eye. He looked at the mirror, to see a tall, brown haired young man. He would've looked like any normal human, if not for his eyes which glowed a fiery crimson.
For several long moments he stared at his reflection, trying to remember how he used to look like. However after those futile moments had passed, he shook his head and changed out of his clothes and headed straight for bed. He was going to meet Giovanni regarding his training as a Team Rocket member.
As he turned, dropping his shirt on the way, he failed to notice the two small bumps which was located between his shoulder blades.
~*~*~*~
Ash stood in front of the mirror again the next morning. He was dressed in a clean set of uniform. He wore a black tee-shirt under a shirt of similar colour. Truth be told, he was completely in black. Black long pants, black boots, cloak, shoulder guard and fingerless gloves.
"Who am I?" he questioned his reflection. He knew his name, but he knew of nothing beyond that.
He walked over to the intercom and pressed on it only to be greeted by loud snores. He lifted his finger off the connection button and exited his room, not wanting to wake them. After all, he should have no problem getting around the compound.
After walking around for several minutes, a rocket member confronted him.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?" the man challenged him, taking out his pokeballs.
Ash stared at him with a blank glare. "Who are you to ask me that?" he asked flatly, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Grr... impudence! Go Butterfree!" the rocket tossed the red and white ball at the ground, releasing the flying pokemon. "Sleep powder!" he commanded the butterfly, which flew up and released dust off its wings. The rocket smirked. "That will teach you to challenge Team Rocket!"
Ash tilted his head up to look at the pokemon, before looking back at the man. "I shall not challenge Team Rocket. But you must be punished," he walked toward the rocket, before suddenly rushing him.
"W-what the?!" the man gasped in shock. "B-but the sleep powder..."
He never got the chance to finish his sentence as Ash rammed into him, crashing into the wall, breaking his back from the force. "A worthless member should not join Team Rocket," he told the corpse, before leaving the scene.