Chapter 2

The Funeral of Silver Ketchum, journey continues

Ash: 8

The outside air was humid and a light mist of rain bullied Ash during the funeral. Before his fathers' funeral it was weeks upon weeks of calm warm springtime weather. It just so happens the worst day of his life was the worst day weather wise in all of Kanto. As the funeral went on the 8 year old boy just sat stood there in his formal clothing mute to all outside sounds wallowing in his own grief. Before he knew it, it was all over as the men buried his father's casket. What kept occurring to Ash's mind was how can someone as healthy and robust as his father succumb to a heart attack? At that time he didn't know and he can never force himself to realize the truth.

"Alright Mrs. Ketchum" The family lawyer Ash knew as James said. James came to read Silver's will to Prof. Oak, Mrs. Ketchum and Ash was present as well.

"To my beautiful wife Delia and Prof. Oak I leave my multimillion poke enterprise In the Unova region including tthe basement level filled with military prototypes for which will definitely not be used by millionaire spelunkers. To my son Ash I will leave the largest sharehold of the business of which he shall acquire when he reaches the legal age of 18.

". James read on about many other things of which Ash still drowned out. It was a lot to accept as a boy as young as him. Your father just died of a heart attack of which not even jokingly you NEVER saw coming. Now you're sitting here listening to all your family possession get passed on what was he suppose to react like?

" Concluding, my final possession of which I shall pass to my only son is a secret that he and I have kept hidden for a long time now and many years to come until is ready for the responsibility" James read in a more confused tone getting even more confused faced from Prof. Oak and Delia. Ash's face brightened for the next 30 seconds or so he was just as confused as the inhabitants of the room. A grin crept across the 8 year olds' face which probably should've not pop up at that moment he instantly corrected his face and return to his "seclusive state " as of the funeral although its been a month and a half but the grief still remains. However The young millionaire to be cannot help but feel joyous inside he would inherit apparently his father's one of if not most valuable possessions the thought of his fathers that much trust in him brought him more to terms with Silver's death.

"Ash is there something you know that we don't" The boy's mother asked.

"I think Dad would have wanted it to stay our secret" Ash said with fake gloom.

"As you wish, this concludes Mr. Ketchum's Will and all possessions stated shall be distributed accordingly" James packed up his briefcase and headed towards the door.

"Have a wonderful day and I'm sorry for your loss" James said before closing the door behind him.

"Ash may I talk to you in private" Prof. Oak asked the young boy

"If its ok with your mother that is" He added

"It's ok Ash go with the professor." His mother chimed in who had moved to the kitchen to clean the dishes apparently it helps her calm her nerves.

Ash and Prof. Oak headed out to the back of the house.

"Ash I know the secret you hold is valuable to you, but you are a young, and I have made a promise to myself and you're your deceased father that I'll protect you to that all of my abilities allow." Prof. Oak started

"I know professor, I know it is hard…" Ash replied his tone saddening.

"Ash you have known me all your life and I don't think I need to tell you that you can trust me" The professor said reassuringly.

"Not even to Gary?"

"Not even to Gary I swear to you" The old man said raising his right hand

"Ok professor" Ash finally said

Ash lead the old man down into the basement which remained unlocked after the revelations of sort with his father. They came to the area where that wardrobe would be and Ash search for the keys in his clothes. It was rather awkward for the professor to stand in front of a wall looking at an 8 year old boy clumsily search for a key he kept since he was 6. Ash even remembering the key was a great contradiction to his dense forgetful incompetent personality. Prof. Oak noticed something shiny at the heel of Ash's shoe probably the key.

"Uhh Ash" Prof. Oak tried to point out but.

"No no professor I got this." Ash said ignoring the professor's attempt to help.

After 5 minutes of awkwardness for Prof. Oak and frustration on Ash's part. He finally found the fabled key.

"Ha ha I knew I'd find it told yah I got this professor" Ash triumphantly stated. The old poet only facepalmed.

"You keep a key in your shoe?" Oak weakly asked trying not to laugh.

"Well yeah you know I forget things easily so I wouldn't keep it any place but in my clothing"

"But why a shoe…nevermind can we can we carry on" Prof. Oak

"Alright professor" Ash's voice instantly serious. It caught the poet of guard but he regained his composure rather quickly.

Upon further inspection of the key Ash noticed something particular. They key obviously to the boy was much larger then his hand on its side was strange etches of random dots and lines. *- - * - * * * - * * * * * * * * - - * * * - * - - * * - - - - * -. It reminded Ash of a rather fond memory and his father tapping the intricate dots and dashed bricks he remember quite clearly even after 2 years. Apparently being dense gives +40 to memory. Ash was cunfuzzled as he recognizes Morse code but he could never remember the letters and numbers Prof. Oak taught him in. Memory is unfair Ash thought.

"Professor I think the dots and dashes are Morse code but I…" Ash weakly said

"Yes Ash go on" Prof. Oak had an evil glare and smirk.

"I kinda didn't pay attention to the some of the lessons you taught me" Ash down to a whisper.

"Some of the lessons?"

"All of the lessons…"

"Okay then now that you finally honest with me we can continue" Oak said with a triumphant smile.

"Hmmmmm" Oak said remembering the combinations of dots and dashes that Ash failed to remember.

The professor tapped the appropriate bricks over a span of 2 minutes involving more confusion and several epiphanies. Once the last brick was pushed the wardrobe rose from the flooring. Ash inserted the key next to an awestruck Prof. Oak. The door opened with a metallic wine revealing its precious content. The cloak was the first thing that caught his eye It was blackish blue in coloration the hood was like any other hood but the rim where normally would be circular and broad formed into a narrow triangle at the tip. Forming a beak it the very tip was a small grey breviary skull etching. The mid section was pretty plain but where the wearers belly would be is a blood drop silver belt, it was rather large. At the very bottom on the backside were 2 very long Isosceles triangle shapes next to each other almost forming the appearance of a Braviary's tail fan but split in the center. The front side was a copy of the backs but it was a lot wider apart and only stretched to the knees. The weapons remained the same from Ash's memory but what's new were a pair of scalloped gauntlets fitting over the wearers entire forearm directly underneath them hidden under straps and lacings were sheathed stainless steel blades they came with the gauntlets. Finally was the bow and the quiver of arrows. The bow looked very solid yet primitive center of the bow was a notch where arrows were set. The quiver was wide at the top and narrowed dramatically at narrowed at the a very compact shape when both pieces were strung on the wearers back.

"He told you…?" Prof. Oak asked

"What tell me what?" Ash asked almost desperate.

"Ohhh, in due time my boy, you are to young at the moment" Oak said with an epiphany

"Why is everybody saying that now"

"You're 8…"

"Then what do I do with this?" Ash asked staring at his father's legacy. Ash also saw a faint pulsing glow behind the hoodie but he didn't notice

"The clothing is pretty concealable if you fold it in your back pack and let no one in your backpack." Prof. Oak said.

"Ok but what will I do with all of this?" Ash said to everything getting annoyed.

"You will help people many people but you are not ready yet."

"Continue to your pokemon journey Ash but do not forget this this is your legacy now." Oak said ending the discussion

"If I keep this in my bag what would I possibly use from it?" Ash said

"Gary will help you with that."

"WHAT!"

"It's fine he knows the magnitude of this secret he may be your rival but I trust my own grandson."

"Ash were heading to cerulean now" Gary yelled from the top of the stairs.

At cerulean

"Ok kid I'm gonna teach you how to fight and how to scale even the tallest skyscrapers." Gary said.

"Now see that building and the many cracks and outward ledges"

"Yea" Ash said.

He didn't need a lessons his hotheadedness took care of that as he double stepped up the wall and grabbed the ledge. Gary only grinned proud of what the boy is to be.

Well then this went out longer the I'd hope but eh so what is that piece of clothing? If you don't know then I'm disappointed ;). Unto next time mates. *note skipping throughout Ash's till he is in his late teens early twenties.