"Say what?!" said the 10 year old boy as he heard the request of the well-known Professor; he heard what he had said, but he just could not believe that he would be entrusted with such a rare Pokemon whose evolved forms are some of the most sought-after Pokemon.
"Hehehe. Calm down, Ash. This Dratini must have sensed something in you that makes her like you!" said Professor Oak. "Here, register my number in your PokéGear and as soon as I have an update, I will call you."
"Well, ok, if you insist," said Ash as he got out his PokéGear's phone and put in the number the Professor gave him. Ash then said goodbye to him and started to go home. However, he was a bit skeptical about encountering his mother since she more than likely would bombard him with questions about why he didn't have a Pokémon, but it seemed a bit far fetched to explain that he would be getting a rare dragon-type real soon.
He made his way into his house and his mother was sitting at the table with a cup of herbal tea and the newspaper.
"Well, how did it go?" she asked sweetly as she set down the newspaper to see her son. He had somewhat of a neutral expression on his face and it was hard for his mom to tell what the matter was.
"What's wrong, Ash? Were there no more Pokémon left for you to get?" asked his mom in a quiet tone; it was somewhat of a rhetorical question, but she needed to know, anyways.
"Well, yes, but I am going to get a Pokémon, just when she's ready," explained as he pulled out the chair and sat down next to his mom. She got up and went to the skillet and gave him a plate of scrabbled eggs and bacon and a glass of Sunny Delight. He began to ingest the morning sustenance and he patted his stomach in satisfaction.
"What do you mean 'she'?'' asked Delia as she fixed herself a plate and sat back down next to her son.
"Professor Oak is currently helping a female Dratini recover who was abused by some trainer who thought she was so weak; I hate people who act that way," said Ash as he took a sip of his orange beverage.
"The Professor is entrusting you with a Pokémon that rare?!" she shouted, with her eyes bulging. "How on earth did that happen? I can barely entrust you to keep your room tidy for three days!"
"Well, when I went to pet the Dratini, she wagged her tail and licked my face; she still cringes at the people who have taken care of her the past six days," he explained as he started to get up. "Plus, I felt somethin really...strange. I can't explain what it was, though."
"Well, I wonder why she took a liking to you all the sudden?" spoke his mother as she gathered her dishes and took them to the sink. "What will you do in the meantime?"
"Probably take responsibility by picking up my room some before I leave; no telling how long it will take before he calls," answered Ash as he went up the stairs to his room.
"Ok, honey, I'll be watching my stories!" she said with her cheerful tone as she went into the living room room and turned on the television.
Ash made it to his room; it was an utter mess-clothes were tossed carelessly this way and that, socks, underwear, and trash piled all in the corner. The black-haired boy decided it was time to pick up everything before he embarked on his new adventure with his dragon-type friend. He went downstairs and got a 30-gallon Glad garbage bag and started picking up the littered water bottles, juice cans, and pieces of paper from old homework.
"I am someday gonna become the world's best master, and masters have responsibility," he said as threw away some gum wrappers and old soda cans. It was surprisingly quite a lot of rubbish; it filled up about a third of the bag. He pulled up the strings and put it out of the way. He got a close basket and started putting all of his clothes into it. He had been working for about 45 minutes and the room was almost done.
He looked at the posters of Pokémon on the walls; there were some of Venusaur, Alakazam, Charizard, Blastoise, and Pikachu, some of his favorites. He felt accomplished as he gazed at the spotless room, but it needed vacuuming and dusting. He figured it would be nice to give his mom a break of house work and he went to get the vacuum cleaner, lemon-scented Pledge, and a cloth. He started dusting his nightstand and his dresser, than started vacuuming. He was amazed at how much he got finished in an hour and decided to take a short nap.
Coincidentally, his mom also took a nap and when he woke up, it was 2:15 in the afternoon. It had started to rain and he awoke up to the sound of rain pattering the window pane. Ash always had been a big fan of the rain, and he gazed out the window, watching the water fall to the ground. He lost his train of thought until he heard a ringing sound. He looked into his pocket and saw that it was Pokégear ringing.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Ash, this is Professor Oak. You won't believe this, but Dratini has recovered. She is whining and crying uncontrollably! I suggest you come over as soon as possible to calm her down!"
"Ok, will be there as soon as I can," said Ash as he hung up.
"I take it that it was professor Oak, yes?" asked his Mom who walked into his room.
"Yeah, he says Dratini is acting crazy. I guess she wants me to go get her," said Ash as he walked downstairs and inhaled a fantastic aroma.
"What's that cooking, mom?" he asked as he turned around to look at her.
"Beef pot roast, sweetie; you'd better hurry and return home because the storm is gonna get worse!"
Ash started to put on his poncho and his galoshes and an umbrella. "Will do, mom, I'll be back soon!" he shouted as he closed the door.