DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon! Comprendo?
A/N: Chapter two, we finally see Ash and co! Yay! Our favourite characters! :)
Ash Ketchum wasn't one to boast unless he had done something out of his ordinary. His best friends, Misty and Brock, would call that winning a battle. It wasn't that Ash was a bad trainer, he obviously wasn't, having won the Orange League, come in the top 16 in the Indigo League, and having competed in many other Leagues with rankings in the top 20. It was just that...sometimes he wasn't motivated. And motivation was a key factor in Pokemon training. His main motivation was a young boy his age who used to be his best friend.
"I wish Gary would mind his own business! He knows I'm the better trainer!" Ash said wrathfully as he bit into a piece of chicken in his vengence. Food often resolved the indignation in his soul, but tonight was different. Gary had made accusations that Ash's mother, Dehlia, had been spending an awful lot of time at his grandfather's, Professor Samuel Oak's, lab, and it had obviously infuriated Ash. His father was coming home any day now, he knew it. He could feel it in his bones. He hadn't left them forever, he wouldn't do that to them. He loved them so much...
"Calm down, Ash. You know Gary was only winding you up" Misty said carefully. Ash was sensitive, though he tried not to show it. Misty knew this, and treated her words with extreme caution.
"Well I hope he's happy, cos he succeeded" Ash grumbled. His mother came back from talking on the phone and took her seat at the table. The subject was dropped and replaced with the ever delightable subject of morning chores. Ash's mom could really work him if he was slacking.
"I'm training, Mom. I've got heaps of training before the Indigo League" Ash nodded his head as he spoke, to encourage his false words.
"I can't believe you're going back there. You're so brave!" Dehlia complimented her only son. Last time he had battled, Ash had lost to a friend of his because his Charizard wouldn't listen. But now he had no Charizard - it was training in the Charicific Valley and none of his other Pokemon were evolved. His chances didn't look good, but they were, thanks to his training methods and trust in his Pokemon.
"At least your Pokemon will obey you this time." Misty rolled her eyes at the memory. Ash glared. Misty could be so harsh sometimes, yet so caring others. She was very fickle, and could fool any guy but Ash and Brock with her huge aqua eyes.
Ash's other best friend, Brock, had to agree with her. He was an expert on Pokemon breeding, though he didn't know everything. He often complimented Ash on his Pokemon's growing habits, and their good health. "Yeah Ash, even if you do lose, you can lose knowing your Pokemon did their best instead of intentionally falling asleep."
Ash reluctantly agreed and went back to his dinner. They were leaving for the League in three days, their travel guide already mapped out and perfectly scheduled.
After dinner, Misty announced that Dawson's Creek was on, and was not to be missed. Ash rolled his eyes and went up to his room, while Brock started making dessert. He was an excellent cook, and both Misty and Ash marvelled at how he had learned so well.
Ash's bestest friend in the whole world, a little yellow pokemon known as Pikachu, followed him up the stairs and crashed beside him on the top bunk. Ash was sleeping on the floor. His mom had made him, so that Misty and Brock could have the bunk beds, since they were the guests. Ash had protested, but his mother wouldn't let him out of it.
"Three days, Pikachu. It's not much, is it?" he asked as he stroked the pokemon's golden fur.
"Pika Pika." Pikachu nodded its head solmenly, knowing that time was running short.
"Don't worry, buddy. We've got nothing to worry about!" Ash smiled, believing his own words, his own reassurance.
Pikachu nodded, as always, in agreement with his trainer/best friend.
It was two days until Ash's 15th birthday...five years of Pokemon training. How they flew by him. He had captured, befriended and released so many Pokemon, won so many battles and lost even more...
Although it was early, Ash was suddenly engulfed by fatigue, and lay down, not caring that it was Misty's bunk. She could suffer the pain of a wooden floor for one night. He closed his eyes and slipped into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: I have now written chapter three, it should be posted, if not...make do with this and review it until I post chapter three! :)
A/N: Chapter two, we finally see Ash and co! Yay! Our favourite characters! :)
Ash Ketchum wasn't one to boast unless he had done something out of his ordinary. His best friends, Misty and Brock, would call that winning a battle. It wasn't that Ash was a bad trainer, he obviously wasn't, having won the Orange League, come in the top 16 in the Indigo League, and having competed in many other Leagues with rankings in the top 20. It was just that...sometimes he wasn't motivated. And motivation was a key factor in Pokemon training. His main motivation was a young boy his age who used to be his best friend.
"I wish Gary would mind his own business! He knows I'm the better trainer!" Ash said wrathfully as he bit into a piece of chicken in his vengence. Food often resolved the indignation in his soul, but tonight was different. Gary had made accusations that Ash's mother, Dehlia, had been spending an awful lot of time at his grandfather's, Professor Samuel Oak's, lab, and it had obviously infuriated Ash. His father was coming home any day now, he knew it. He could feel it in his bones. He hadn't left them forever, he wouldn't do that to them. He loved them so much...
"Calm down, Ash. You know Gary was only winding you up" Misty said carefully. Ash was sensitive, though he tried not to show it. Misty knew this, and treated her words with extreme caution.
"Well I hope he's happy, cos he succeeded" Ash grumbled. His mother came back from talking on the phone and took her seat at the table. The subject was dropped and replaced with the ever delightable subject of morning chores. Ash's mom could really work him if he was slacking.
"I'm training, Mom. I've got heaps of training before the Indigo League" Ash nodded his head as he spoke, to encourage his false words.
"I can't believe you're going back there. You're so brave!" Dehlia complimented her only son. Last time he had battled, Ash had lost to a friend of his because his Charizard wouldn't listen. But now he had no Charizard - it was training in the Charicific Valley and none of his other Pokemon were evolved. His chances didn't look good, but they were, thanks to his training methods and trust in his Pokemon.
"At least your Pokemon will obey you this time." Misty rolled her eyes at the memory. Ash glared. Misty could be so harsh sometimes, yet so caring others. She was very fickle, and could fool any guy but Ash and Brock with her huge aqua eyes.
Ash's other best friend, Brock, had to agree with her. He was an expert on Pokemon breeding, though he didn't know everything. He often complimented Ash on his Pokemon's growing habits, and their good health. "Yeah Ash, even if you do lose, you can lose knowing your Pokemon did their best instead of intentionally falling asleep."
Ash reluctantly agreed and went back to his dinner. They were leaving for the League in three days, their travel guide already mapped out and perfectly scheduled.
After dinner, Misty announced that Dawson's Creek was on, and was not to be missed. Ash rolled his eyes and went up to his room, while Brock started making dessert. He was an excellent cook, and both Misty and Ash marvelled at how he had learned so well.
Ash's bestest friend in the whole world, a little yellow pokemon known as Pikachu, followed him up the stairs and crashed beside him on the top bunk. Ash was sleeping on the floor. His mom had made him, so that Misty and Brock could have the bunk beds, since they were the guests. Ash had protested, but his mother wouldn't let him out of it.
"Three days, Pikachu. It's not much, is it?" he asked as he stroked the pokemon's golden fur.
"Pika Pika." Pikachu nodded its head solmenly, knowing that time was running short.
"Don't worry, buddy. We've got nothing to worry about!" Ash smiled, believing his own words, his own reassurance.
Pikachu nodded, as always, in agreement with his trainer/best friend.
It was two days until Ash's 15th birthday...five years of Pokemon training. How they flew by him. He had captured, befriended and released so many Pokemon, won so many battles and lost even more...
Although it was early, Ash was suddenly engulfed by fatigue, and lay down, not caring that it was Misty's bunk. She could suffer the pain of a wooden floor for one night. He closed his eyes and slipped into a peaceful slumber.
A/N: I have now written chapter three, it should be posted, if not...make do with this and review it until I post chapter three! :)