Just to clarify, this fic is aimed for Father's Day. Hopefully chapter one comes out on Father's Day, because yes, this will have multiple chapters. I have put in my own personal theories into this, so don't flame me just because of what I think. Also, this fic is highly focused on BurningLeafShipping and Ash Ketchum, so if you're an OldRivalShipper or something like that, I wouldn't recommend reading.
Without further ado, here's Good Red Hunting, chapter one.
He yawned. It was getting tiring sitting out here watching the stars. Of course, he had Leaf with him, and she always made things interesting for anyone she was with. She was with Blue at the moment.
That jerk-off. Of course, they used to be friends. Keyword: 'used'. Just a few weeks before he'd stated his journey, they'd gotten into an argument. About what, he didn't even remember.
But Blue was gone on a trip to Hoenn, so he decided to come down from Mt. Silver, back to Pallet Town to be with his girl friend.
No, you have to understand, GIRL FRIEND, not girlfriend. He had to shove that in reporters faces more than once.
But now, as he lay there on the ground, looking up at the sky, with the girl curled up next to him, he wasn't so sure about that. Sure, he'd been feeling some things about the girl lately, but he tried as hard as he could to push them out of his head.
"Y'know, Red," she started sleepily, shaking him from his thoughts, "you're the best friend I could ever have in the world."
Red turned his head, ready to ask about Blue. Shouldn't he be her best friend? However, she put a finger to his lips in order to silence him. His eyes widened, surprised.
"More than Blue, Red. More than Blue." She said in a whisper that to him was very sultry and passionate. He shivered inwardly.
He had been pushing thoughts of her out of his mind ever since he twelve.
Three years ago.
His crush had simply gotten out of hand, but the only thing restraining him was that he was her friend, her friend only. And Blue. That doofus had made sure that Red never made any moves.
But he never would have expected Leaf to make the first one.
"I have something to tell you, Red," she whispered to him as her hand slowly moved up his chest. He felt a bulge beginning to grow in his pants, that he hoped she wouldn't notice.
She yawned. "I love you, Red." She groaned, rolling over, now on top of the trainer. He gulped, what was she going to do?
She giggled. "Don't worry, Red, I know we're underage." Just as he sighed his sigh of relief, he closed his eyes. A few seconds passed before he realized that something wet had planted itself on his mouth. Jolting his eyes open, he realized that Leaf had fallen asleep kissing him.
It was a curious feeling, like someone had soaked a small pillow in water, wrung it out slightly, and then planted it on his lips.
Opening his mouth to try to say something, a different, warmer object entered his mouth: her tongue. His first thought was 'gross'. He grimaced as he pushed the sleeping girl's tongue back into her own mouth with his own tongue.
She groaned, an ecstatic mumble that made his bulge grow twice it's size.
He softly pushed her off of him, accidentally groping her as his own blush was becoming relevant to the situation.
It was then that Red Ketchum's life had just changed forever.
-Present-
"Go, Pikachu!" The raven-haired fifteen-year-old yelled out. His best friend, a yellow electric mouse Pokémon, leapt off of his shoulder and onto the ground in front of him.
"Okay, Ash, let's see what you've got!" The tanned man with slanted eyes yelled out, as he sent out his Marshtomp.
Ash grinned. Battling was his strength, what he lived for. And this get-together he had organized with all of his friends was definitely battle central. And food central.
But now wasn't snack time, it was battle time.
"Okay, Marshtomp, water gun!" Brock yelled. The salamander Pokémon opened it's mouth and shot out a jet of water at Pikachu.
"Dodge it!" Ash yelled. The mouse did just that, dodging the torrent just in time.
"Iron Tail, lets go!" Ash yelled. Pikachu leapt up, his tail briefly turning into metal as he slammed it down onto Marshtomp, who stumbled back, hurt.
"Are you okay, Marshtomp?" Brock asked. It nodded, but threw a webbed hand up to its head. A cut had developed.
"We're done!" Brock yelled. Ash ran over, looking at the cut.
"Uh huh." Ash agreed.
Pikachu slowly walked up to Marshtomp, quickly apologizing in its own language. Marshtomp accepted.
"Guys!" A brunette coordinator wearing a red tank top and black short shorts yelled out from the house. "It's lunchtime!"
You could've sworn that Ash flew to the door, quickly giving his girlfriend May a peck on the cheek before going inside the house.
Sitting down at the table sat all of his friends. Misty took a break from her gym to come over, as did Brock, Iris, Cilan, and Clemont. His sister couldn't come. May and Dawn both took personal vacations from coordinating. Max could come over with May. Tracey and Professor Oak both were able to come, but much to Misty's chagrin, Gary had not arrived.
Delia Ketchum came in with a complete turkey on a platter. "Okay, guys," she started. "eat up."
Ash and May, sitting next to each other, stacked up food and wolfed it down. Everyone laughed at the two's lack of manners, including Delia herself.
Tracey turned his chair and rolled the TV in the living room into the kitchen so everyone could watch. He turned on the television, quickly tuning in to a news channel.
A news woman appeared, neatly dressed and wearing a stone look.
"This just in to ONBS news. Mysterious trainer Red has fled his mountaintop home on Mt. Silver, apparently due to the manhunt the Pokémon League has placed on him. Here are the words of former leader Lance."
Ash's eyes widened. He heard Delia scream.
"Ever since I quit from the League and had been working for the Rangers full-time, I knew it was going to go off the wall. The new League head is crazy in my mind, but I can't do anything about it. I personally knew Red, and he was a great young man. I understand he's in his thirties now, but he's still not growing any older. To me he's still eleven. I believe that the League sees him as a threat, so they're trying to..."
Lance gulped, as if it was painful to say something. "...trying to eliminate him."
Delia fainted. Brock grabbed her almost lifeless form and carried her to the couch. Max poured a glass of water on her face, and she revived.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Ash asked, obviously concerned for his mother.
"It's Red..." She mumbled.
"What about him?" He asked. He had heard of Red before, being that he was the best of the best, and Ash looked at him as a model.
"He's... He's your father, Ash."
Silence. Pure, unending silence.
There were a few things going on in Ash's head, like "how" or "why didn't you tell me". But one thing was certain.
Ash got up and left the house.
May exited the house, yelling at the boy. "And where do you think you're going? Do you know how powerful the League is? You could get killed!"
Ash turned his head. "I know." He turned his head back and sent out Charizard. He climbed on the winged lizard's back.
"But I've lived before."
And off he went.