A Journey
Summary: Ash's daughter has NO interest in Pokemon training. So, Ash, being the enterprising young Master that he is, puts her into the middle of the woods in the night while she's asleep with a pack, no map, a Pokedex, and a VERY angry Pichu.
A/N: This is the third chapter of a very long story, so the pacing is slow. I've worked extremely hard on this story, so any and all comments are greatly appreciated, especially ones with constructive criticism.
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So, I hate to make a long story short, but our walk back WAS rather boring. I mean, not much happened, except, oh be still my heart, I saw ONE wild bird Pokemon that I think was called Starry or something.
We arrived at the Pokemon Center later. Pichu was still walking near me. People were always enamored with its cuteness, which I found sickening.
In particular, this one contest girl kept on trying to buy him from me.
Everything about her was lavender colored, including her hair. She wore this lavender beret at a jaunty angle. She probably thought it was cute.
She stared at me, then popped a hip so it stuck up. She turned around and bent over to scratch Pichu's chin, revealing her perfect, adorable candy-wrapper ass to me. If I were a guy looking at that perfection, all of my blood would have drained into my lap, if you know what I mean.
"It's so cute!" She said the word cute with this hideous little upturn which guys probably found adorable. On the whole, guys probably found her adorable, despite her almost entire flatness in the chest. She had a pleasant, heart-shaped face, an adorable freckled nose, and her long, flowy lavender hair on either side. Once again, that ass of hers didn't hurt, nor did being very skinny and having flawless legs. I felt pangs of jealousy at those girls who were perfect.
"Is it for sale?" The girl squeaked out, clasping her hands together cutely in front of her lack of chest.
I stared at Pichu, and quirked an eyebrow. Pichu squeaked harshly.
"Aww, I think it wants to!" The girl said. I waited for the Pichu to release it's stereotypical storm of a Thundershock, but it didn't; it just stared at me.
"Nah, no thanks," I said, trying not to sound like I actually wanted nothing more than to dump her with the shocking menace, but my conscience restrained me.
"Alright then," Lavender, as I called her internally because of her coloration, said sadly. "If you ever change your mind, let me know!"
"Ok," I said, doubting I would ever do such a thing.
"What's your name?" The girl asked shyly, playing with her fingers.
"Twig Ketchum."
"Oh, you're the Master's daughter!" Lavender squealed. I wanted to wince.
"My name's Lavender!" True to her color scheme, and my internal name for her, I laughed. "Could I have your autograph?" I rolled my eyes, and signed the paper she handed to me.
All of a sudden, a familiar voice regaled me; right after Lavender was done and had skipped off. "It's you again!" The boy trainer said, running up to me.
"Just for further reference, what's your name?" I asked the boy, so I no longer had to call him "the boy," or Pokedork, although I figured that I would probably still call him that anyways (hehe).
"Oh? Yeah. My name's Peter. Peter Winscott. What's yours?"
"An insignificant detail," I joked. After I told Lavender, it quickly occurred to me that I shouldn't tell everyone that Ash Ketchum was my father. "Can I see your Pokemon?"
"Not right now, I got a boat to catch." He said quickly, with a cocky jut to his shoulders.
"To Hoenn, by any chance?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach, half at the fact that he'd be coming along, and half at the fact that knowing he'd be coming along somehow made me happy.
"Yup."
"I have tickets there too."
"Neat!" The boy said. "So, I guess you can see my Pokemon."
"Hey!" Lavender butted in, having skipped back. "Do you by any chance happen to have an extra ticket?"
I looked, and saw that indeed Claudia had given me both her and her husband's tickets.
"Yeah."
"Great! I'd love to go too!" She said, staring deeply into my eyes. By the fact that she wasn't looking at Peter, the Pokedork, I could tell that she had a major crush on him.
"Yeah!" I said glibly, "but you'd have to pay me back." I realized that this was a good time to make some money.
"How much did your ticket cost?" Lavender said, batting her eyelashes, now looking shyly at Peter.
"30,000 dollars," Peter said. "Of course, I got first class for me and my Pokemon. I don't know what tickets you have." Peter turned up his nose, and I heard Pichu growl a bit at Peter's conceit.
I looked at the ticket. "It's first class as well."
"Alright, then! Thank you." She smiled, and easily forked over that much cash.
"So!" She said brightly. "PETER," she said with emphasis, "show me your Pokemon!"
"Gladly!" Peter sniffed.
"Go, Infernape!" He released a fully evolved Sinnoh starter. The proud flaming fire/fighting monkey trailed a stream of flame behind him. He snarled rather showily, and growled out his name in a series of guttural growls. Infernape was exactly four feet tall, and according to Peter, weighed a hundred twenty pounds.
"Go, Shinx!" He called. A diminutive electric Pokemon that looked like a cross between a dog and a cat emerged. It was about a foot and a half tall, with a four-pointed star on its tail.
"Go Starly!" A small Normal/Flying starling Pokemon emerged. So that's what that Sinnoh wild bird Pokemon was called!
"Go, Bidoof!" A small Normal type Beaver Pokemon emerged.
"Go, Shellos," a blue sea slug Pokemon came out as well. If it had been from West Sinnoh, it would have been pink.
"Go, Kricketune!" Peter said finally. A red cricket Pokemon with a mustache emerged.
"Wow," Lavender said, putting her slim hands on her slim waist. "That's really cool! You must be really strong!" She said flirtatiously.
All things said, I wanted to vomit. "So, Lavender, can we see your Pokemon?"
"Oh," she said softly, in a somewhat beautiful, ethereal voice, "you wouldn't want to see them, they're nothing special!"
Peter, oblivious, said, "Well, you just want to train them like I trained mine!" He grinned cheerfully.
Peter was an enigma, I couldn't help but muse. He had this dark coffee brown hair which stuck up, and the faintest wisp of hair on his upper lip. He had proud, haughty, ice blue eyes, which stood out very strikingly from his face. But would made him stand out the most was his bearing, one of easy conceit.
I could instantly identify his greatest flaw; he obviously worked so hard on getting Infernape to his final evolution that he had barely trained his other Pokemon; all but the Kricketune were at their hilariously small base forms.
Of course, I couldn't say anything to him about it. The one Pokemon I had with me hated my guts, and shocked them just as often. That would be hypocritical.
"Hey Peter, how long is the boat ride?"
"Three weeks!" He said excitedly. "If any water Pokemon trail the boat, I get to catch them!"
Add cocky attitude to his list of flaws, in case you didn't already. As nice as he was in looks, which were very nice, I admitted to myself, it didn't quite make up for that inner conceit of his.
All he needed was to suffer defeat against an inferior opponent to shake him up. However, I knew, glancing down at Pichu, that that wouldn't work. Pichu couldn't win against that Infernape.
Lavender grinned at me. "So, do you do contests?"
"No!" I said. "I'm more the straight battle type." Of course, I had no idea, but Pichu didn't seem the type to battle in an artful manner.
"Oh!" She squealed, putting her hands together adorably, "but they're so fun!"
Could this Lavender character be physically any stupider? I thought. No, probably not.
Pichu poked me in the tail.
"We're boarding now!" Peter said. "C'mon Lavender, C'mon… I still don't know your name!"
I didn't want this conceited guy to know that I was Ash's daughter. "Call me… oops! We NEED to board!"
Indeed, the final boarding whistle pierced through everything.
"Come on!" Lavender said, using this excuse to grab Peter by the arm and run towards the boat.
I followed, knowing that I was just getting closer to home. I turned down, to look at Pichu, who was stubbornly running after me.
"Umm, am I supposed to carry you or anything?" The Pichu squeaked dangerously, and held its tail at the ready. I just continued running. I ran up the gangplank, and Pichu followed, a bit more slowly. I wanted to rush it, but I knew the consequences of that, but every step closer I got to the boat, the closer I was to home.