Previously, a new trainer emerges, Ashura. Ashura spent his first eleven years of life with his companion, Pikachu, in the countryside of the Kanto region, secluded from society. Being alone for eleven years kept Ashura distant and cold to other people who pass by. However, he learns that recall his history, he must go on a pokemon journey. Along the way, he met a new person, who has some connection to his past, but what?
Chapter 2: Pallet Town, Past and Future
"Ashura…" Misty Jr. thought for a bit. "That name sounds familiar…I remember my grandmother saying a name that sounds similar to yours."
"Does she know something about my history?" Ash pondered on the thought. "No way, I just met her, but why don't I push her away? It feels like I met her before somewhere, like I know her somehow." Ash contemplated some more. Pikachu, on Ashura's shoulder, looked confused about its master. His troubled face scared Pikachu a little and Pikachu snapped Ashura out of his thoughts.
"Hey, those are some odd clothes you're wearing. Where did you get them? I have never seen other guys wear those types of clothes back home." Misty Jr. nudged at his peculiar clothing, but only to make Ashura back away from her. "So, where are you from?"
"…Nowhere you would know of." Ashura coldly told her. Pikachu nudged at him to not be so mean, but Ashura ignored and sped up along the road.
"Come on!" Misty Jr. ran up to catch up with him. "You must have come from somewhere!" Ashura still persisted in ignoring her. "Come on! It's not like you lived in a cave!" Misty Jr. shouted at him.
"Quit being so annoying!" Ashura turned around, angrily yelling at her, but only made her mad too.
"That's no way to treat a lady!" Misty Jr. argued back and pulled a giant mallet from her small, red backpack. She was about to slam on Ashura, but in a blink of an eye, Misty Jr. noticed that the mallet wasn't in her hands anymore, but in Ashura's possession. "Wow…he moves extremely fast." She thought.
"How do you fit this giant hammer in that tiny backpack of yours?" Ashura examined the mallet in his hands, and so did Pikachu, perplexed by it.
"That's my secret." Misty Jr. said and put the mallet back inside her backpack. "So, how old are you?"
"Eleven years old, from last I checked." Ashura told her.
"Cool, I'm ten, and I'm finally old enough to register to be a pokemon trainer and get my first pokemon from Pallet Town. Let's go!" Misty Jr. grabbed Ashura's wrist and dragged him down the road to Pallet Town. Pikachu had to catch up with her. She ran the entire way, with Ashura being dragged face down along the long winding road, and Pikachu still had to run as fast as possible to keep up with the energetic girl. As soon as they arrived in town, she realized that she dragged him face down, and Pikachu was panting from the sprinting. Ashura slowly got up, and looked upon a very astonished-looking crowd. He stood up and walked through the crowd.
"Why are all these people looking at me this way?" Ashura thought as he walked giving each person an angry glare. Finally they reached a desert area, with a run-down house. Ashura and Pikachu stared at the house, completely mesmerized.
"Hello, earth to Ashura." Misty Jr. waved her hand in front of his face, and snapped both of them out. "We have to head for the Professor's Laboratory up this road." Misty Jr. pointed out at the road a head of them.
"What? You go on. I have to take a look at this." Ashura and Pikachu headed up to the ragged house. Misty Jr. shrugged and continued up the road. Ashura tried to open the door, but was locked. Ashura remembered the key that he brought with him. Ashura tried it, and miraculously, the door opened. He and Pikachu went inside. Ashura had the strange feeling again, like he had been in this house before. Ashura and Pikachu searched the house, getting more weird feelings with each room they enter. Finally, they find a certain bedroom. Pikachu shocked the old light bulb and it lit, lighting the room.
Ashura felt weird again. This room seemed to have a certain eerie feeling in it, as if he had been in here before. Ashura saw some old pokemon toys and played with one of them a little bit. It felt like he played with these toys before. Then he noticed a red cap with a white front and blue-green check mark on it. When Ashura picked it up, another note and small dusty photo album. Pikachu opened the note, but was blank. Pikachu handed the note to Ashura. Ashura opened the note, but there was writing on it this time and the amulet around his neck started to glow.
Dear Ashura,
If you found this note, then you probably will have some of your questions answered. This is where I…I mean you originated from. This cap belonged to you in the past. I believe that it will serve you once again. This album you have found will however, probably give more questions than answers, so open it if you want. More answers will come as you get more badges, so go out. Also, the girl with you, do not underestimate her. She can be lethal to your mental health.
From,
…
Ashura was now completely confused. Who wrote these notes about him, and how does this note know about the girl? What is Ashura's connection with this person who writes these notes? Pikachu also was confused. Pikachu opened the album and found many pictures of a young boy that looked exactly like Ashura, and some pictures of another Pikachu with distinctive markings that were similar to Pikachu. Ashura then noticed one group photo. It was a group picture of the boy and girl from his vision. The same boy with protruding black stalks of hair like his own, and a red-orange hair girl that looked exactly like Misty Jr. Ashura put the cap on backwards and put the note and album in his pants' pockets. Then, they left the house and headed up the road to the Professor's Laboratory. After a few minutes of walking, Ashura and Pikachu arrived at the laboratory, which seemed to spark another vision.
The same boy from the previous vision was in this one too. However, this time it appeared that he was running in his pajamas. Then the boy crashed into another guy, with a purple shirt and brown hair. He was spinning a pokeball in the face of the boy on the ground. However, the vision was interrupted when Misty Jr. snapped him out of another dazed moment.
"Don't tell me you're having another daydream. Look I got my first pokemon!" Misty Jr. held out a pokeball that contained her very first pokemon. "So, let's see what it can do! Let's battle! Go Pokeball!" Misty Jr. threw her pokeball and revealed her first pokemon, Squirtle!
"All right. I never had a real pokemon battle with another trainer before. Even though you never had experience handling a pokemon before, but me, I had many years of training with my Pikachu! Go!" Ashura commanded his pokemon and Pikachu leapt onto the battle field.
"Trust me; I had many years of experience handling pokemon too, water pokemon that is! Squirtle use Bubble." Misty Jr. ordered, and Squirtle launched a steady stream of bubbles at Pikachu. However, Pikachu just stood there, not flinching even once from each blow.
"You'll have to do better than that! My Pikachu and I fight as one! Go RAIJENGEKI!" The sky darkened with thunderclouds and crackled. Lightning then struck Pikachu and Ashura, charging them both with electricity. Pikachu then held out both paws and an electric orb surfaced. The orb grew bigger and bigger.
"What is going on out here?" The professor came out to look at the battle, and was spell bounded by the intensity was the attack. He could feel the electricity even from at the top of the hill. Then he noticed Ashura, and observed him some more. Ashura looked exactly like an old friend of the professor.
"Go! RAIJENGEKI!" Ash ordered and the electricity around him was absorbed by the attack. Pikachu launched the powerful energy beam at the opposing pokemon. After the hit, a blinding light burst shined out. After the light dissipated, Pikachu was the victor, but Squirtle laid on the ground, still electrified with sparks still emitting from it.
"No! Squirtle return." Misty Jr. sighed and recalled her pokemon, but the pokeball began to spark and she dropped it. Electricity emitted from the pokeball for a moment, then calmed down and she picked it back up.
"Wow that's one powerful attack. That was a great battle. Let's go and get you registered." Misty Jr. congratulated and ran up the hill. Pikachu jumped back on Ashura's shoulders and followed her to the laboratory. Where the professor was waiting.
"Hey Professor Sketchit! This is my new friend I was talking about, Ashura." Misty Jr. introduced him to the professor.
"Please, call me Tracey. Your friend has a lot I potential as I can see from that last battle down the road. It's nice to meet you." The old professor held out his hand, but Ashura only crossed his arms and gave an angry glare at him. "Ok, I guess that you don't want to talk."
"He's very shy." Misty Jr. pointed out.
"I am not!" Ashura shouted back.
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
"Are not!"
"Are too!"
Pikachu and Tracey just stared at the argument going on. Pikachu shook his head, but Tracey just laughed happily. Ashura and Misty Jr. stopped and blinked several times, wondering why the professor was laughing.
"You kids remind me of an old friend I used to have and Misty's grandmother. They had so many arguments, and exactly the same format as your argument. However, we never knew what happened to my friend. My friend had a Pikachu just like yours Ashura, and a similar name. He disappeared a while ago after…well that's a story for another time." Tracey laughed a little longer and led Misty Jr. and Pikachu inside, but Ashura stayed outside, contemplating some more.
"This friend they keep on referring to… He could be the key to my history, but no way. He probably lived decades ago and I'm only eleven years old." Ashura pondered some more, but was called in by his pokemon into a lab room. Ashura then noticed a pokeball that Pikachu was examining.
"That pokeball used to contain a Pikachu that belonged to my friend before he disappeared." Tracey pointed out to Ashura. Pikachu felt connected to this pokeball. Pikachu tapped it, and then went inside the pokeball.
"What? Ashura, did your Pikachu ever have a pokeball before?" Tracey asked him, but Ashura shook his head. "Well, I guess this is yours then." Ashura took the ball and released his Pikachu. Pikachu shook its body and stretched a bit. Ashura then left the pokeball inside the laboratory and went to a computer.
"This is where we heal pokemon. Misty Jr., place your Squirtle on the machine." Misty Jr. listened to the professor and healed her Squirtle. "Now, let's register your friend. First what's your last name?" Ashura shook his head.
"You don't know your last name? Who are your parents then?" Ashura and Pikachu shook their head again.
"You don't know your parents either! Then let me check government files for your birth certificate." Tracey checked on the computer, but no record of Ashura appeared! Ashura didn't exist!
"That is odd, but it doesn't matter. I'll register you anyways." Tracey input sufficient data and popped out a Pokedex from the computer.
"There, it's your Pokedex. It'll have data on every pokemon recorded and you'll finally have an ID. Here are your pokeballs also." Ashura took the Pokedex but not the pokeballs, saying that he doesn't need them. Ashura plans that only he and Pikachu are enough to get through. Tracey complied and let Ashura and Misty Jr. off on their journey. They arrived on the outskirts of town and on the first route.
"Well, I believe this is where we split up." Ashura told Misty Jr.
"What are talking about?" Misty Jr. looked at him curiously, but Ashura maintained his outlook on the road ahead.
"In the end, we will become enemies, and will have to battle each other sometime, somewhere on this journey."
"Ok then, guess this is good bye for now." Misty Jr. waved good bye. Ashura and Pikachu walked down the route, on the beginning of their new journey.
To be continued…
How do you like this chapter? In this story, Tracey becomes the Professor, after Profess Oak is gone. Will Ashura be able to confront the history that lies before him?