Author: S.A. Tsukasa
Pairings: None
It was just a small idea I had, which isn't really an idea at all. It's just a small look into Satoshi's thoughts. Not too sure if this would be a one-shot or just a bunch of short story type things in Satoshi's almost POV. No real format or anything.
Disclaimer: Pokemon is property of PUSA, Nintendo, and Game Freak. I have no claims to either of these juggernauts.
From Viridian City to Pallet Town
The road was long and full of danger, but it was nothing new to the raven haired man. He's traveled this road so often; one would think he wouldn't find any surprises. But for him, the journey was always filled with surprises. There was always something new to discover or explore. A new mystery was waiting for him all the time and if he couldn't find one, he'd just make one up. He had a very good imagination.
This road he was currently traveling on was especially worn out. In fact, he's been walking along it since his childhood. From the hill he was standing on, he could see the entire town below him. Compared to every city he's been to, he had to admit, this was the smallest. But that was just fine by him. This was home and that was all that mattered.
He could see the whole town from the hill top.
Straight ahead of him was the small bakery his mother worked at sometimes, when they were really low on money. Beyond that was the small river that flowed right by the crops. He could almost make out the bridge that he and his friend had a slight falling out.
Before, he couldn't remember the whole situation without feeling cheated, but now, it was a fond memory. Something he could laugh at. How old was he when it happened? Nine? Ten?
What did it matter anyway?
He turned his head just a little to the left, where most of the town houses were gathered. He could make out at least four little wooden houses which surrounded, almost protectively, the laboratory of the once renowned Professor Samuel Oak. The lab was in good condition, thanks to the professor's grandson and his former assistant, Tracey. It was still hard to believe that Gary Oak of all people would follow his grandfather's footsteps.
But, the man mused, what did you expect? When you grow up, you tend to give up on your childish dreams. And only if you were lucky, you grew up doing what you did as a kid. The man passed his hand through his messy black hair and breathed a deep sigh. He supposed he could consider himself one of the lucky few. A small yellow weight on his shoulder nuzzled against his cheek muttering sweet assurances in its language.
Yup, he could definitely consider himself lucky.