Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Celebi is currently in the Hall of Origin with Arceus. The latter of which was requested by the former.
Both of them were watching an illusional film that hung in midair that Celebi conjured for them.
"So…" Arecus said after about the fifth time that the world he created gets destroyed. His sonorous voice giving the sensation of omnipresence that impose itself into the world, his neck craned to the side so he could look at the little time traveller.
"This happens..."
"Yearly." Celebi provided matter-of-factly. She extended a tiny paw the rewind until it shows a Pokemon that looked similar to a Mew that wore a strange head gear over his entire head. "Since the creation of Mewtwo. I came across these while jumping through time and just thought I let you know so that you can start preparing."
There was a brief moment of silence. Then Arceus sighed tiredly.
"I don't get paid enough for this." He mumbled.
"Um...sir?" Celebi raised her voice. "You don't get paid at all."
"..."
There was another moment of silence where only Celebi's beating of her tiny wings were heard.
"That's it. I'm going on strike."
"... What?"
So, if he was to give an extremely simplified version of what led him to meet this familiar, gigantic cream-white creature, it would be this.
He died.
Yeah, as simple as it sounded, it was one hell of a painful death - and a stupid one too. He was out with his friends on that one night he was free from work, and what happens?
He got a car to the face.
It was some idiotic college student who thought he was on top of the world. That freaking drunk… and there's more like him in the world too.
He looked up at the creature with four scrawny - but elegant - legs and at the height of a house. Its appearance was really familiar, but the name just wouldn't slip from his tongue.
"So… is this judgement before heaven or hell?" He had always thought that God would be a human - from the bible he was assigned to read back in his school days. But hey, no one said God can't look like an animal either, so why not? He's open-minded like that, just like… why can't he remember his name?
The four-legged creature would quirk a brow if he had any. "No, but you are being sent somewhere after this."
The creature, a male from the sonorous voice (Though he has no idea how it was talking when it doesn't have a… mouth?), had his gaze shifted to behind him. "I am not so sure about him."
"And why not?"
So he and the dinosaur-sized creature weren't the only ones in this white subspace.
There was a man behind him, dressed in a strange attire of blue and black - with a cape to boot. It got him thinking that the man was a knight of the medieval period.
Well, he shouldn't be that surprised when he's dead. So he should expect to see people from different time periods.
"He… doesn't seem affected by the fact he's dead, or by my presence." The creature supplied.
"Oi, I resent that!" Said person retaliated coolly with a cross of his arms. "Of course I care that my life just ended, but what can I do about it? It's not like I can resurrect anytime I want. And who says God can't be a four-legged… Mammal? You are a mammal right?"
"..."
The man dressed in medieval attire tried his best to stifle a laugh, but it escaped anyways.
"Ha. Ha. Laugh it up." The God said drily, then mumbled. "Why did I agree to it?"
"A loss is a loss." The man smirked, then turned to the only other human in the room and offered a hand for a shake. "I'm Sir Aaron of Rota. Nice to meet you."
"I'm… " He accepted the shake, but had to take a pause to try to remember his name. Maybe it was because he had been bulldozed by a 20kN force car, but his memory is all jumbled up right now.
And keyphrase, try to. He can't seem to recall his name at all. He can call up any other memory like his age, job, etc… just not names. Strange...
A concentrated frown etched across his face at the lack of identity.
Sir Aaron must have noticed the trouble he's having, because he said, "Don't worry about your name. You'll have to take on a new one anyways."
The amnesiac looked at the man, puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, I would have to first introduce him," Sir Aaron motioned me towards the indignant God. "I supposed he can be termed as a God, but his actual name is Arceus. Rang any bells?"
"Arecus." The amnesiac repeated, the syllables rolling over his tongue with familiarity. There was something gnawing at the back of his mind. It was screaming him that he should know this - and the man speaking to him right now. Where have he -
Oh.
Ooooh.
OOOOOOH.
Pokemon.
"Sh*t."
"... That was not the reaction I expected." Sir Aaron remarked with a crooked smile, finding it strange and hilarious at the same time.
"Well, excuse me for the lack thereof!" He retorted, his mind in more chaos than what his outer appearance seem to be. He knew - even if he forgotten his own name - that Pokemon should not exist where he was from. "I just learned that I'm talking to some ancient spirit - no offense - and a Pokemon God that's only supposed to be in fiction! How else am I supposed to react?"
"Pounce around and screaming in delight?" Arecus suggested.
The amnesiac and Sir Aaron both gave him an incredulous look.
"What? I always find that amusing to watch." The God humored. He would have shrugged if he had shoulders.
"I'm a 32 years old adult man. I don't fangirl." He can't believe he just gave attitude to a Pokemon God. But then again, he just found out this Pokemon God have a weird sense of humor as well - and probably a hobby to go with it.
A million thoughts ran through his head. Pokemon? Seriously?
Mind you, he's a fan. He has been since the anime series made its debut when he was in elementary. The designs were pretty interesting to say the least. But as time went on, the series got ridiculous - not to mention repetitive - and he lost interest because of it. A forever ten years old protagonist journeying around the world to fulfill a dream that will probably never happen, and never winning any of the major leagues… even if he have some powerhouse Pokemon - which will never make another screen appearance again in other seasons - is just plain ludicrous.
Oh yeah, let's not forget about the Pikachu who's supposed to be at, like, level 100 - if not close - after all the battle experiences it gained.
It was smacked down by a starter Snivy.
Why? Because it couldn't rely on any of it's electric type moves. Let's also keep in mind that this is the same Pikachu that went head to head with a legendary and fought to a tie - in another case, it actually defeated one. There were reasons to why Pikachu couldn't use electric type moves but then again (Only considering typing), what can a freaking electric type move do to a grass type for goodness sake?!
A Quick Attack from the aforementioned Pikachu should have been more than enough to deal with a starter that have never battled before!
He still likes Pokemon, he has all the games - even though he's supposedly an adult. But hey, what's not to love? (It just screws over logic so much that it's hilarious)
Besides, he needed some recreation that would help relax him on his down times. Pokemon happens to remind him of his childhood, and it will always have a spot in his heart.
"So… why am I here exactly?" He asked. "I mean… unless Arceus is the actual God to my world. Then our religions are way, way off their mark."
Sir Aaron chuckled. "Let's cut this short. You're going to be reincarnated into the Pokemon world with the help of this guy here." He jerked a thumb at the God by his side.
They seem like good friends for him to act so casual with Arceus.
"Whoa, hold up." He placed a hand in front, serving as a stop sign. "Let me just process that… what?"
He heard of reincarnation before, in a manga he read once - Magi - if he remembered correctly. That was a fun read. Too bad he'll never know the end of the series.
Yeah… he'll have to admit, he's a closet otaku. Pokemon started it, which led him to the world of anime and manga.
Anyways, he had never known that Pokemon also have this concept since it never integrated the concept of reincarnation into its plots -unless you count the one where you turn into a Pokemon and send into the Pokemon world. Albeit, he wasn't sure if he really knew all about Pokemon.
"Yep," Sir Aaron answered quite frankly. "You're going to be reincarnated as the Chosen One."
He blinked. Then he started from Sir Aaron to Arceus. "Chosen One?"
The latter two bobbed their heads.
"That kid with a near impossible dream of becoming a Pokemon Master?"
Another bob.
"The one who have a knack for saving the world without even trying?"
And another bob.
"The one who's a natural with Aura?"
And one more.
"The one and only Ash Ketchum?"
"How many times are we going to do this until you get it?" Arceus finally interrupted, exasperated.
"He's probably excited to the point he couldn't believe it." Sir Aaron joked.
"Yeah… no."
"Pardon?"
"I am not going to become a forever ten year old kid who replaces his team every region he goes into." He all but puts it bluntly. "That and he's a bit slow in everything."
"... That's only what you humans made up for your own entertainment." Arceus began, a bit offended. "Even though you humans depicted quite accurately of what's to come, that does not mean everything is true."
"Besides," Sir Aaron chuckled. "That's why we're sending you so that Ash wouldn't be as much as the one depicted in the anime series."
He stared at Sir Aaron for a minute. "You know that term?"
"Of course!" The knight answered, albeit a bit too proud. "I been reading up on some since Arceus and I observe your world, it's actually really interesting."
Oh boy… now the renowned Knight of Rota and the Pokemon God are becoming otakus. What was going to be thrown at him next? Arceus going on strike?
"So," Arceus brought him out of his thoughts. "How about it? You have future knowledge because of your world and the Pokemon world is in need of someone who will set things straight when things go wrong. The job of the Chosen One is just that, and more."
"Uh huh, so I'm going to be the one cleaning the mess."
"Now that is actually a really simple, yet on the mark description!" Sir Aaron remarked, which earned him a look from Arceus. He laughed sheepishly. "So, why not give it a chance? You'll retain your memories of the past life, and I will be giving you some guidance from time to time through mental connection."
"Tempting." The Ash-to-be answered. And it really was, but he has to make sure of one more thing. "But why me? Did you chose me specifically or just flipped a coin?"
"..."
"..."
"Wait, don't tell me you guys actually flipped a coin."
"..."
"..."
"Fantastic. I'm in front of two great figures of the Pokemon world, but they decided the fate of that world with a flip of a coin."
"Actually... Arceus is going on strike..." Said God promptly bonked the knight on the head.
He retracts his earlier statement. "... What?"
Sir Aaron laughed awkwardly, ignoring the Pokemon God's dangerous glare. "And it was either you or that other guy that died along with you in that instant. Arceus and I had a little debate on who so…"
"... Let's not get too deep into this before I change my mind."
"Look on the bright side, luck's on your side!"
He gave Sir Aaron a skeptical look. "I died."
"Ehhhh, fair enough. Oh, and I'll be coming with you too."
"... what?!"
Ehhh... it's a start. I was reading a couple of fanfics for Magi and the idea came up... for Pokemon. I don't know how that worked out (Probably because I was thinking Pokemon while reading Magi...?)
This is just something made for a laugh and for me to re-watch the Pokemon series.
In case you didn't catch it, this is going to be a parody of the anime - or try to be anyways (Because I lack good humor :p)
P.S.
I personally love Pokemon if any of you are getting the idea that I'm bashing (I am NOT bashing anything - okay, maybe just a tiny bit about Pikachu's inconsistent levels...)