Chapter 2

It had been over an hour since Ash got his first Pokémon, and the task of training the small Pikachu had already proved challenging. Ash now found himself dragging the yellow mouse by a leash, wearing a pair of bright pink rubber gloves. Professor Oak had first supplied the gloves to avoid being shocked, and although embarrassing to wear, they proved effective. The professor gave Ash the leash after many attempts to get Pikachu back into her Pokéball. And as if his life couldn't get any worse, he was still in his pyjamas.

After having dragged Pikachu across campus, Ash had finally arrived at his dorm room to change. So he attached the leash to his desk and began changing. He quickly undressed to his boxers, to reveal a muscular abdominal, and a lean physic to the rest of his body. He struggled into a pair of jeans, and slipped on a black top.

'If it isn't little Ashy boy, the top man on campus,' Sneered an unexpected voice from behind Ash.

Ash turned to see his ultimate rival, or characterised by Ash as an 'utter twat', Gary Oak stood in the doorway. He had Brown spiky hair, not too different from his own. He wore a purple long sleeved top, which Ash found ridiculous, and a Dark pair of jeans. Having grown up in the same town of Pallet, Ash was used to Gary's large ego when it comes to becoming a Pokémon Master. And to be fair, it was likely, given that his grand-father Professor Oak knew almost everything about Pokémon.

'What do you want?' Ash said in annoyance.

'Just wanted to see how little Ash is doing. What happened to your awesome outfit? Those pyjamas and pink gloves were really working!' Gary smirked at Ash, and then his eyes wondered to his Pikachu. 'So that's your Pokémon? Can't even get it inside a Pokéball,' he laughed loudly, 'nice start Ash!'

'It's only the first day you nob, and she doesn't like it.'

'Well she's not in charge, you are. Well… clearly not.' His grin was becoming unbearable for Ash. 'It may be only the first day, but I already have three Pokémon, and you have', he paused to dramatically look around the room, 'Just one right?'

'Three?' Ash had to admit that was impressive, but brushed off the feeling quickly. 'Let me guess, all from your granddad?'

Gary let out a single laugh, 'Well, arriving on time has its perks.' He smiled smugly, 'I did manage to get two from good old gramps, but have already caught one of my own.'

Ash hadn't been expected this, 'how? You haven't had any classes or field trips?'

' I'm self-reliant, unlike some people; I know how to catch a Pokémon Ash. There's a forest full of them just down the road.'

'But how'd you even get Pokéballs?'

'Are you just a complete moron Ash? It's in your starter pack'. Gary pointed to a red and white tin case on the desk, which Ash now realised, read 'Pokémon Starter Pack' on the front. Ash had no idea how long it had been on the desk, and felt pretty stupid for not noticing the lunch-box shaped kit.

Gary left Ash's room laughing, and could be heard clearly when he was still way down the hall. Annoyed by Gary's amusement, Ash grabbed his green rucksack and stuffed his blue and white shirt and the Pokémon starter pack in. 'I'll show him...'

He also realise a strangely quiet yellow ball snuggled up on the carpet, looking adorable. And he knelt down to look at his cute Pikachu, which lightened up Ash's mood. He gave her a scratch between the ears, and realised the mistake he had just made.

'Pee… Kaa.. CHU!' Ash felt the now too familiar electricity trance through his entire body. Once the yellow light died down, Ash decided put on the pink rubber gloves again, and began pulling the leash.

Hopefully you enjoyed that one, always liked Gary and how much of an utter arse he is.