Ash tossed and turned in his cold uncomfortable bed; he decided that he would just get up and watch some television.
Misty was in her own room because she felt Ash might get more sleep and rest if she wasn't in the same bed as him, Ash said that wasn't true, but Misty told Ash not to argue with her.
Ash was more worried about who his father was, he knew for a fact that it wouldn't matter any way as his father had never been with him and his mother since he was four. However, the question that he wanted to know is, was Giovanni his father and if so why did he become abusive?
Ash quietly crept downstairs, but then stopped in his footsteps when he heard whimpers coming from the kitchen. Ash made his way towards the kitchen and saw his mother, looking very pale and wet, clutching her head as she cried.
She quickly drew her head up and saw her son, that she loved and cherished entered the room.
"I just came to get a drink," lied Ash, grabbing a cup and filling it with water.
"That's alright, hunny," replied Delia, looking at his every move.
Ash was about to exit the room, but then he stopped dead in his tracks, he wanted answers otherwise he would never get back to sleep again.
"I want answers mum," asked Ash, turning around.
"Of course you do," replied Delia, wiping away her tears.
Ash sat opposite his mother, who clearly looked depressed with bags around her eyes.
"Who is my father?" asked Ash, trying to cut it short.
Delia paused for a moment and then answered, "I don't know Ash."
"No, I don't think you heard my question, who…is…my…father?" repeated Ash.
Delia was getting more and more convinced that Giovanni might be his father as from the anger resemblance that Ash was showing, but Delia knew that this wasn't the real side of him. She knew that Ash was a kind, sensible (well sometimes) and polite boy, not a dark and evil figure.
"This is not the Ash I know, so therefore I won't speak him," said Delia, quietly.
"Tell me my father's name!" hissed Ash.
Delia shook her head.
Ash took off from his seat and held his mother up from her neck as he pinned her up to the wall.
"Now," ordered Ash.
"There's no need for that!"
Ash looked to the voice and saw in the shadows a tall muscle like figure and next to him was Professor Oak.
"Jason…Samuel" whimpered Delia, trying to break free.
"Let her go, Ash," ordered the man again.
"Why should I?" asked Ash, angrily, looking up to his mum tightening his grip.
"Because I might be your answer," replied the man.
The man, who's name was indeed Jason, was Giovanni's younger brother. His hair was black with hints of brown, but a little bit shorter in length. He had sharp brown chocolate eyes that pierced in the light and his bold personality shone through his posture. Jason's clothes were just as normal as everybody else's; he wore a dark blue shirt followed by black trousers.
Ash released his grip of his mother and sniggered, "So you're this mystery Jason that my tart mother slept with."
"This isn't Ash, I don't have a clue what's got into him," whispered Professor Oak to Jason.
"Well, Ash, I'm afraid you're going to sleep for a little bit longer tonight. Venusaur, sleep powder," asked Jason and released his large beast like monster out of his pokeball.
"Ven," he groaned and released a speckle of powder down of Ash.
Ash stared at Jason and slowly crumpled to the floor.
"My baby," cried Delia and cuddled her sleeping son.
