Wow I really procrastinated on this one and it probably would have taken longer if I didn't have that extra boost today. And I want to give huge thanks to my first reviewer, Blackstarz, by the way its ok that you didn't know what the pairings called honestly there's so many shipping out there It would be crazy if you knew them all. So here it is enjoy.
Birds fluttered through the trees singing their sweet melodies for all to hear, tweeting in the early hours of the morning. One of the many reasons Paul hated this town.
At least in the city he could close the window ignore the sounds of the birds and naturally loud noises you would expect from a city, but unfortunately he had to get the only room with a busted window. Not only had that but the bumbling, blushing female employee managed to spill coffee on his suit. Luckily his jacket had saved him from getting a burn.
Paul at the moment could safely say he hated the town of Pallet and to think it was only his second day there.
Paul gave a small sigh of irritation, putting on a new suit since the one he wore before was ruined by the coffee stain.
Picking his gun up from the table and placing it on his right hand side of his belt so it couldn't be easily seen and close enough for him to grasp it if the time arrived for him to use it. His F.B.I badge tucked away in his chest packet.
As off now he was getting ready to visit the Ketchum's. From what he gathered from the file Cynthia gave him, the family was small, Mr. Ketchum's widow, Delia Ketchum who never remarried and at the moment wasn't currently seeing anyone, worked at a local flower shop down on seventh street. Also she had a son, a senior in high school but he seemed too small to be one in Paul's opinion. He had boyish features and short black hair that always seemed to be contained by a red cap. His name being Ash Ketchum, after his father Paul assumed.
He straightened his black tie looking in the mirror to make sure it was on correctly. Paul was a perfectionist; he didn't deny it, as he took several minutes to place the tie in a suitable position. He always did things by the book, always had everything in order, and always spoke the truth no matter what, and many people in Paul's life found that annoying. This very qualities ended existing and potential relationships for Paul. He couldn't remember a time his past girlfriends didn't call him a neat freak, jerk, bastard, ect.
At one point in time Paul tried to heed Reggie's warnings to 'watch his tongue' but it always seemed to backfire. He couldn't stop himself from uttering the truth. To point out every flaw in everyone, just as he did himself, if no one told them how they would get better he reasoned to himself. He stopped trying years ago finding that it was better to get things done then to care about every little hurtful word that came out of his mouth.
Obviously, Paul was single.
Paul exited the small hotel room locking it with his key, ignoring his neighbor's looks. His professional demeanor and attire seemed out of place at the dingy hotel. Silent whispers erupted from groups of people that passed him.
Still the man moved on a mission firmly situated in his mind, and his mind didn't seem to allow the annoying chatter to distract him.
Paul was in his rental car, sipping at a warm cup of coffee that he had obtained at a local Dunkin Doughnuts. He hated it, but either way he drank it knowing full well he couldn't function properly without t his morning coffee.
The radio was on playing, what Paul thought to be a very crude song called 'Love Me Dead'. And after the lyrics 'You're hideous, and sexy.' Paul had no choice but to turn the radio off.
He looked out the window at the flower shop, "Rosa's Roses" the sign read at the top of the building in large red letters.
"Typical" Paul said looking for Mrs. Ketchum's file that held all her information. It seemed she worked at the flower shop for five years, so she started working there around the time of her husband's death. A loyal employee, and from what her employer says e all the customers lover her.
He checked the surrounding area for any kind of suspicious activity, before he got out of the car and went inside.
The flower shop was normal size for a store not too big not too small. Flowers bloomed all over the store a sweet aroma wafted through the air which only seemed to remind Paul how much he hated nature.
A young girl who seemed to work at the store smiled at Paul. " Welcome, can I help you with something sir." She said cheerfully patting off some excess dirt off her apron, getting her hands dirty in the process.
"I'm just looking." He replied politely.
"Alright sir, but if you need any help just ask me, I'm Gardinia by the way.' Her smile grew as she took out her hand to shake Paul's hand.
"I'll be sure to remember.' Paul said, giving a slight nod, making no inclination to shake the girl's filthy hands.
Gardinia seemed to get the message and lowered her hand. Staring at the man in confusion, but she said a quick goodbye and went back to work.
The F.B.I. agent looked around the store pretending to pay attention to the array of bright flowers, when in fact he was looking for Mrs. Ketchum.
Who after a several minutes appeared behind the counter, a sweet smile plastered on her face. She didn't seem any different in her picture except she looked slightly older, the crinkles at the side of her eyes, the worry lines, the slight graying of the hair, but even so, she still was an attractive women for her age.
A sigh escaped Paul, there was no going around it. He would have to make contact, there's absolutely no way he'll find whatever information he was even looking for from afar.
He took the first steps to the inevitable." Excuse me, but I'm new to the area and I'm somewhat lost."
Mrs. Ketchum seemed amused, there was also a twinkle in her eye which Paul ignored.
"Lost? How exactly did you end up in the flower shop?'
"I was looking for the high school in the area actually." He feigned a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his head in a practiced nervous gesture. "I came to here to ask for directions."
Mrs. Ketchum giggled like a teenager in her freshman year.
"My, you are quite lost, that's on the other side of town I'm afraid. Are you applying for the new teaching position that just opened up?"
"That's correct."
Paul's cover was to be the new history teacher in the school that Mrs. Ketchum's son went to, Kanto high. In fact he was to start tomorrow. Cynthia said it was a way to gain trust from the young Ketchum and also to keep an eye on him. He could barely resist the urge to snort at the memory.
"Well you seem like a very intelligent young man Mr.-?"
"Shinji, My name is Paul Shinji."
Paul hated the thought of using his real name in an undercover mission, but for some odd reason Cynthia insisted upon it. She didn't give a reason why either.
"Paul, what an adorable name, I remember I had a boyfriend named Paul, he was so sweet/ I remember he would always sneak into my backyard when I was a teenager. Reading poems of , reciting romeo and Juliet it was like being in a romance novel." She gushed, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks, a dazed look in her eyes as she recalled the memory.
"Thank you?' What an odd women, Paul thought.
She seemed to have snapped back to reality at Paul's words. "Oh there I go again," she took out a piece of paper writing some numbers before handing it to Paul. "Here's my number if you need any help just give me a call, it must be lonely not knowing anybody in town. Oh you know I just remembered my son goes to Kanto high." She took a moment to take out her wallet showing the familiar face of Ash Ketchum as a young pre-teen, holding onto a soccer ball smiling a toothy grin." He's older now, a senior in high school, my how fast he has grown. It seems like it was only yesterday that I was changing his diaper."
He seems like a nice kid." Paul said taking a few steps back. He had gotten what he needed and he didn't want to push whatever he had to gain this women's trust. Besides he couldn't handle listening to another story. "I'd love to stay but I really have to get to the school. I'm supposed to be there in twenty minutes.
"Oh, I'm sorry for keeping you, Ok all you have to do is go east on Seventh Street, then take a left on Bravo Ave and keep going until you see a large building, that there is the school."
"Thank you Miss."
It's Delia, and no problem."
When Paul left the store he could feel a large migraine coming along, god how he hated mornings.
Oh, and the Love me dead is actually one of my favorite songs, so people who like the song please don't get offended it's Paul who doesn't like it.
And I promise the next chapter will have Ash, And just maybe you'll get to see a little bit more.
-See ya
unrelated subject- airplane (because this is where I did the entire chapter,)