Last Time I asked all of you, what your favorite theme song is. Most of you answered with English theme songs, which made me realize that most of you don't watch the Japanese Version like I do. I apologize for this, but I stopped watching Pokémon in English three years ago (I hate the dub), and I have to use Bulbapedia as my source for the English names and all. Do correct me if I make mistakes!
My favorite theme is a Japanese one, and is responsible for the name of this story, as the last translated lines of the lyrics say 'Let's take this road and aim to be a Pokémon Master'.
Just Google: 'saikou everyday opening Video' and open the first YouTube link, that's my favorite theme.
A small note: In my version of story, both Kanto and Johto have only one champion, but they have two separate sets of Elite Four. Will, Karen and two new OCs will be the Johto Elite Four while Bruno, Lorelei, Agatha and Koga will be the Kanto Elite Four. So don't get confused while reading!
8. The Elite Battler's Conference! Meet the Stars of the Pokemon World!
October 25th
Countdown 340:13:51:05
On October 25th, if you happen to be by the all-famous Seafoam's Sea-Side Resort, then you would have noticed that two men dressed in tuxedo were running all the way along the road, filled with costly cars on either side.
It was an embarrassing scene, but we couldn't help it. Both Dad and I were really late. Today's an auspicious day for both of us, or in fact anyone who received the excellent opportunity to see all the Elite Fours and Champions up-close in one place. Unfortunately, Dad and I were too excited, and woke up late.
"You are cordially invited to attend the Elite Battler's Conference at 10 A.M on October 25th, Sea-Side Resort, Seafoam Isles, Kanto.
-Cynthia B, Sinnoh Champion.
-Goodsho H, C.E.O, P.L.A."
It says 10 A.M. Wanna guess what the time now is?
"It's freaking 11," Dad muttered as we saw the distant entrance coming up close. Beyond the compound fencing of the resort, I noticed a green field that seemed to be too big for a battlefield.
"That's a huge battlefield," I said, between heavy breaths as a result of running.
"It's a Golf Course, idiot!" Dad yapped at me.
Hey, you don't scold people for not knowing something!
Our pace thinned down, as the grand entrance to the grand resort came closer. A building stood behind the gate, welcoming us to the party that only a few lucky ones in the entire world could attend.
Unable to hold my excitement, I began to rush towards the gate once more. At that moment, I didn't notice that two men dressed in black suits, were standing by the gate.
Something moved swiftly as I charged at the gate. Before I could turn around and see what was happening, a firm hand pushed me back. The sudden attack on my chest startled me. Unable to balance myself, I ended up falling on the well-laid road on my back.
"Ash," Dad came from behind, and helped me back to my feet. "What the hell's the meaning of this?" He glared at the man who pushed me.
"Sorry sir," the man dressed in suit however didn't look like he was meaning it. "This is a high-class party, you need an invitation."
"Well," Dad snatched the piece of paper from my hand and stashed into the guard's hands. "You better learn how to treat your guests."
The man in suit studied the invitation, as the other man in suit with a clean-shaved head looked into it as well. Either of them exchanged a glance. "A minute sir," he said taking his phone, and put it against his ear. The bald guy gave an apologetic smile meanwhile. "Ma'am," the man spoke into the phone after a brief pause. "We have a Mr. Alexander Ketchum and Ash Ketchum over here," he paused once more, waiting for the other person to talk. He then turned to me, "A Pikachu, yes ma'am," he spoke. "Sure," he said, "I'm sorry for the disturbance ma'am." He paused once more, "No problem." He clicked the phone off, and shoved it back into his pocket, and proceeded to open the gate for us.
"I'm extremely sorry sir," he spoke to us with utmost courtesy which he didn't bother to show a minute earlier. He said, "We had too many cases of fake invitations since morning." I realized he was staring at our dress as we walked inside.
"It's okay," Dad grumbled, maintaining his frown, sending the guard a warning look.
As soon as the sour moment ended, we lunged once more towards the main building, and hence the banquet hall.
The courtyard was decorated with flowers of all colors, some that I hadn't seen in my five years of travelling. A fountain stood in the center of the path. Taking a turn about it, we walked inside.
Two more men in suits stood by the entrance. They gave us a skeptic glance as we walked right into the hall. Once again, they were staring at our tux. What the heck?
The scene inside stunned me. The first thing that caught my attention was the flashy décor hanging by the ceilings. A surprisingly large number of people, around hundred or so were inside, each with a bright smile on their faces, as they chattered meaninglessly among themselves. Tables were neatly arranged before a bright stage up front. A colorful banner which read 'Elite Battler's Conference' beamed at us, while a soft music played in the background.
Yeah, this was it.
I looked at my Dad, who surprisingly looked at me at the same time. Both of us had the same expression written on our faces: Glee.
"Well if it isn't Ashy-boy and his Dad," A cocky voice called us to attention. Standing before us, with one hand running over his brown, neat hairdo was Gary Oak.
"What the—!" Those were the first words that slipped from my mouth. Gary, much to my jealousy was looking like a charming prince in contrast to my shabby dressing and hairstyle. No wonder Brock calls him a 'ladies' man'. I never gave much thought on things like this, but for some reason even I felt we could have dressed better.
He smirked at my reaction and jibed, "As punctual as always huh."
"We're fashionably late," I bluffed, throwing him an 'everything's-going-as-planned' look.
"Do you think I didn't notice the commotion outside," his face looked like he was hiding a grin. "If you're coming to a party, you should at least dress better than the guards."
"What did you say?" I shot him a glare. But Gary remained passive, and simply snorted. "You're wearing a tux too, right?" I said, pointing to his dress.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "But there's a difference between yours and mine."
I had to admit it. What I and Dad wore was a worn out grey. The guards' suits definitely looked better than ours. I looked at my Dad giving him an inquisitive glance.
Dad sighed, "We're on a tight budget this month."
"Anyway," Gary said, "You guys are lucky. Mr. Goodsho hasn't come yet. The party won't start till he comes. Let's get in Ash," he smiled, "There're a lot of people in here, and I bet you'd want to meet most of them."
"Of course," I grinned. As we walked into the crowd I realized something. "Hey, when did you come?"
Gary laughed at this, "Only a minute before you guys did. I was actually intimidated by all these people around."
That was not far from the truth. The people around looked ridiculously high-class. Most of them were old men in suits, or very beautiful young girls, none failing to expose their beautiful legs, which were mounted on excessively large heels, and not to mention the sparkling necklaces on each one of them. When I become a Pokémon Master, I bet I can buy Mom more expensive clothes. She would really look bad if she had come to the party with those clothes in her wardrobe. Although, I think it's supposed to be Dad's job.
"Ash," the said man tugged my shirt, bringing me from my world of thoughts. "Look there." He excitedly pointed at a certain crowd.
Standing amongst a cheerful number of people was the complete Unova Elite Four set, posing for a photo taken by some stout business man.
To be honest, I couldn't have identified all the Elite Four. Dad, to save me from that embarrassment brought the League Catalogue, and made me remember the names of all the Elite Four and Champions. I had to admit, I didn't knew as many Elite Four as I thought I did.
While we watched them dreamily searching for some more of them amongst the crowd, I didn't realize the people around me grew silent and were staring at something behind me, as if a giant Sharpedo was about to attack us.
"Long time no see, Alex and Ash," contrastingly, a melodious voice greeted us.
All three of us turned around, only to see the most wonderful bunch of four behind us.
One was a tall and beautiful blonde woman in a black sleeveless dress, the second was a man dressed in a suit equally red as his hair, next was a handsome and refined silver-haired man in a black business suit, and lastly, another handsome man, who was as calm as water and as cheerful as the tide, in a white dress.
"Cynthia, Lance, Steven and Wallace!" I exclaimed.
Is this a dream? All the great champions were standing in front of us.
Well a certain man was more excited than I was. Pushing me aside, Dad exclaimed, "Cynthia, looking as hot as ever!" He moved forward, as if to give her a hug.
"Cut the joke, Alex," Cynthia said, gently pushing Dad back. "I know you're married."
Dad scratched his hair in embarrassment, and laughed, "Well, thanks a bunch for Rosenburg." Cynthia simply smiled at that, as if to say it was nothing.
"Ash," Lance extended an arm to give me a handshake. "It's been a while."
Dad who noticed the exchange was mildly surprised. "Whoa, how do you two know each other?" He raised an eyebrow, in question.
"Your son helped me a lot during the Hoenn Apocalypse," Lance smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Alex."
Dad was confused at first, but he decided to put it for later. "It's an honor for me actually," He smiled back. "And the Hoenn Champion Duo too," he nodded at Steven and Wallace.
"You're not a strange name to Rosenburg, Alex," Steven shook hands with Dad. "And I do remember meeting your son, even if it's for a brief while," he said. He turned to Gary, "And I believe you're Gary Oak. I am fascinated by your research. We share similar interests."
Gary looked dazed, as if he was punched hard in the face. He recovered surprisingly, "I heard about your own works on ancient fossils, Steven," Gary gave him a business smile. "I'm willing to check your collection sometime."
"Gary's doing an advanced research on fossil Pokémon," Cynthia informed the other champions, who shook their head in acknowledgment. Gary was more famous than I gave credit for.
"Where's my favorite Champion?" Dad asked, looking around. Apparently one more champion was missing.
"Alan!" A large man with reddish-orange hair announced as Dad turned around.
Alan?
"Sensei!" Dad jumped, as either of them pulled into a bone-crushing embrace.
The Unova Champion, Alder then turned to me and Gary. "Well if it isn't Ashton, and Garrison."
"It's Ash," I mumbled. I gave up on correcting him a year ago actually.
"Gary," Gary mumbled at the same time, then shook his head realizing that it's futile. How he knew Gary was a mystery to me. But by now, it's safe to assume Gary Oak's definitely a popular name.
"Stop calling him Sensei," another man accompanied Alder. He's Marshal, I remember from the catalogue. Marshal was well-built, had a trimmed orange hair, and a dashing attitude.
"You call him Sensei too," Dad gave him a taunting smile.
"I call him for a more pure-reason," Marshal said, giving Dad a disgusted look.
Alder laughed at this and leaned down to whisper into Dad's ears, "This party's sick. You gotta check Lucian's Date, Alan. She's hot."
I actually heard that Mr. Old Man. Now I realized why Dad calls him Sensei.
Dad grinned sheepishly, and said with an apologetic smile. "I'm committed to my wife now."
"You're kidding me!" Alder was shocked, but immediately burst into laughter. "Well at least watch me pick on 'em."
Dad exclaimed in return, "Sure, Sensei!" He saluted Alder like a soldier.
That wasn't the end to the surprising reunions though. Just then, a new figure moved towards us. The crowd jumped away from his path, owing to his intimidating figure. "Mao will be disappointed if he sees this," the voice belonged to a pack of muscles, neatly shaped into a man. Standing beside us was—
"Bruno," Lance chortled. "Have you ever heard of the word called 'shirt'?"
It was true because Bruno was now wearing half a tuxedo, the pant part actually.
"Bruno," I moved forward, feeling left behind among the towers of muscles around me. "Remember me, Ash?"
Bruno stared at me blankly. "Uh, no."
The sharp response left me dejected. It's been four years. I shouldn't have expected him to remember a random kid.
"He's my son," Dad gently slapped my back. "His name's Ash."
"Ah," Bruno nodded, half-listening. He seemed serious, "Alex, come with me. We've some catching up to do."
Something was going on between Dad and him. And for some reason, I think I'm the only one left out without any information, because everyone else around turned silent. "Okay," Dad muttered, looking straight into Bruno's eyes. "Ash, have fun with Gary. Don't forget the autographs."
I nodded. "I'll be around."
"See ya later, champions," he waved to them before disappearing into the people around.
Why did the man who was in an unusually jovial mood turned sour suddenly?
"We'll have to be going too," Cynthia said, breaking the ice that formed thanks to my Dad leaving. "There's a photo-shoot outside."
"Sure," Gary said, giving the Champions' way to walk.
"I never knew you were Alan's son," Alder grinned, before waving me goodbye. "We'll be back in a jiffy."
"No problem," I said, watching the Champion's leave as they passed by more people who approached to greet them. Gary and I were the only ones left, staring at each other's faces.
"I never knew my Dad was famous," I said, attempting to put a conversation between us. For some reason, even the Champions from other regions know Dad. He told me Alder and Cynthia were the only ones he was acquainted with, and he told me I was responsible for Cynthia talking to him, and his teacher Mao was responsible for him acquainting with Alder.
"Well a month ago no one would have known your Dad," Gary said casually, but then tensed up, as though he said something he shouldn't be saying.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not letting the opportunity pass.
"Hey look, isn't that Grimsley, the Unovan Elite Four?" He pointed at someone amongst the crowd. As he pointed out, I noticed a man with a blue hair, and a strange cunning smirk on his face sit beside a woman with long dull-grey hair, and a bald man with a small red bush of a hair in the front.
My memory immediately recognized them. "That's Karen from Johto, and Sidney from Hoenn!" I exclaimed. All the three dark-type Elites gathered at one place in a corner of the room.
"Let's go that way," Gary said, "We could see more of them."
I nodded without hesitation. Of course, I wouldn't let this opportunity slide by. I have to meet, and get as many autographs, from as many Elite Four as possible.
Both Gary and I briskly walked among the people, carefully avoiding bumping into the important looking people.
The backside of the hall seemed more festive than the front side. It seems the younger generation seemed to gather behind. The crowd was split into groups, each perhaps being the center for one celebrity. People generally tend to gather around the important people.
I led the way for both Gary and me. I saw Lucian for a minute with someone else, but before I could point that to Gary he disappeared. We looked around, hoping that anyone else was around. It wasn't really hard to spot twenty elite four among a hundred people right? But for some reason it was.
It was then a distant voice called our attention. "Hey Jr. Oak!"
I looked at Gary, and found him looking at a table, right next to the stage in the front. Sitting there, each in their respective white coats were the Professors of Hoenn, Johto and Sinnoh. Professor Aurea Juniper however was dressed in a sparkling blue dress.
"Ah," Gary for some reason groaned, while still maintaining a pleasant smile for them. "I really don't want to hear their corny jokes again."
"It's the Professors from every region," I pointed Gary the obvious. "I think we should probably talk with them."
"No," Gary cut me. "Don't come. You really shouldn't start a conversation with Professors during a party." His expression told me he was being serious. "Just wave them and go away. You were looking forward for this party, right?"
"What about you?" I asked.
"Forget me. I'll try finding a way out," he punched me on the shoulder. "Good Luck," he said, before waving the Professors, and walked towards them.
I noticed the Professors' eyes falling on me. I know it's impolite to not greet them properly. But I guess it's better if I listen to Gary. I waved at Professor Birch, who was scratching his beard with one hand and holding a glass with another. Noticing me, he lifted his glass as if to greet, his other hand not leaving the beard. Professor Rowan, maintained the same stern expression he always did, but he bobbed his head slightly in acknowledgment. Professor Elm had to adjust his spectacles, before he waved to me. Professor Juniper did her usual salute.
The Professors immediately fell into some kind of discussion when Gary took a chair and sat down.
That was really odd though. Gary was really a nice guy when he tries not being a jerk. It's my ego that never lets me accept that despite how many times he helped me out. I know I'd forget all this when he makes a ridiculous comment. We were friends of a different kind.
Resuming my hunt, I turned back. It didn't take me much time before I met the first batch, who happened to be three old women.
Agatha, Bertha and Glacia were seated on a couch, deeply involved in their private conversation. A couple of people occasionally greeted them, but that was about it. They really didn't have much craze as the younger Elite four did.
Noticing me approaching, Agatha smiled, "Well if it isn't my guest."
I remember Mom telling me this again and again, I am glad I remembered it. "Thank you for this opportunity, Agatha," I bowed to her.
The blonde woman beside Agatha, who was Glacia of the Hoenn Elite Four spoke, "My, aren't you a charming young one."
Agatha cackled in response to this, "He's a perfect example of how youth these days should be. Unlike that uppity brat of Samuel's."
I think Gary would be glad with his decision to not come with me.
"Hmm," the grey haired woman next to Agatha's right responded this time. "I think I remember you."
"I battled your Hippowdon with my Torterra about a year ago," I reminded her. "It's nice to see you again, Bertha."
"Ah," her eyes gleamed in recognition. "Roland played with your Pikachu, right?"
"Pika," Pikachu snuggled his way onto my shoulder and greeted her.
"Nice to see the two of you," she smiled. "Agatha told great things about you."
I could only scratch my hair in embarrassment. It was then did I notice the striking similarity between Agatha and Bertha. Without my knowledge I ended up staring at either of their faces for quite a while.
"We look alike, don't we?" Agatha asked, exchanged a glance with Bertha.
"Uh," I couldn't find anything to say. "Yeah," I forced a laugh out.
"Trust me, I'm not related to her," Bertha added. "Now," Bertha and Agatha exchanged another glance before smirking at me, deviously. "Which of us, in your opinion is better looking?"
"What?!" I exclaimed at the question. About a hundred set of eyes fell on us. "Uh, sorry," I turned around and apologized to the party in general. The wave of conversation then resumed, and people fell into their own discussions.
As I turned back, I spotted a familiar afro hair style. Two hands in his pockets, and wearing a tux more worn out than mine was Flint, the Sinnoh Elite Four. Every bit of his body language right from the wide spread grin reminds you of the word 'careless'. For some reason, seeing his face gave me a new kind of energy. He was perhaps the closest person to me, among the Elite Four. There was no way I'd leave this party without talking to him.
I turned around, and bowed to the three women, "Sorry for this, but I'll be back in a minute."
"No need to worry about us," Glacia smiled. "I bet there're more interesting faces than the three of us here."
"Thanks," I bowed once more, and walked towards Flint who stood among a group of excited young men, who were casually chatting with him.
As I left the three old women, Agatha said, "I want your answer by today evening."
I pretended not to hear the last part and moved towards the crowd around Flint.
"Hey Flint," I greeted him from the distance.
The red-haired Elite turned, his eyes immediately shone in recognition. "Ash," he pushed the people around him and came to shake my hand. "Whoa," he laughed. "I never thought I'd see you here little guy."
"I was invited by Agatha," I said, shaking my hands. "How's Volkner?"
"Perfectly fit and healthy," someone else answered. Right next to Flint amidst the people was the blonde electric gym leader Volkner. He was in his usual clothing, a blue jacket that matched with the disinterested blue eyes, he had. If Flint always had the expression 'careless' written all over him, Volkner was the walking definition of the words 'not interested'. He looked like he didn't care for anyone or anything. But I know that's the kind of expression he wears when he hated to do something. The expression he carries during his battles was fiercer, and reminded you of his Luxray.
"If you don't mind," Flint turned to the people around, and said, "Can you leave us alone for some time?
Ensuring that the people behind dispersed, Flint turned to me and grinned, "Finally, I found an interesting person in this lame party." He adjusted his bowtie, "I'm not really comfortable with this dressing and this business atmosphere."
"He actually forced me to drown in this too," Volkner said, his lips curled in what seemed like an annoyed expression.
"Well, that's the least you could do as a friend," Flint said placing an arm around and pretended to strangle Volkner. "Yo Ash," he asked me. "How are things going on your training front?"
"I'm training hard with my Dad," I said, "I'll definitely win the world tournament and the Champion's League."
"That's the spirit," Flint gave me a thumbs-up, "I'm damn sure you'll make far in this tournament. I was rooting for you in the Sinnoh League, but Tobias mowed you over."
The sour fact reminded me of my position against Tobias.
Volkner jabbed Flint with his shoulder, "You speak as if you won against him."
Flint freed his hold on the gym leader. "Hey he was strong," Flint said, "He might've beaten Cynthia if they battled."
"Why didn't they battle?" I asked. It was customary for the trainers who won the League and beat all the Elite four to challenge the Champion.
"She put the battle on a hold," Flint said, adjusting the annoying bowtie again. "I heard she had his background investigated." He shrugged, "Not sure how that went though."
Could Tobias really be strong enough to beat Cynthia? If they had battled, and had she lost, Tobias would've been the one walking in this party. The fact somehow made me shudder.
"Well," Flint said, breaking the serious atmosphere among us. "Let's forget all that and enjoy. Hey Ash, want something to drink?"
Before I could say anything, Flint whispered into my ears. "I'm not talking about Orange Juice."
Even I didn't need a second guess to tell what he meant. But Mom warned me very harshly to stay away from any kind of alcohol. I began to protest, "I—"
"Hey waiter," he called a man in a white and brown uniform, who balanced about six champagne glasses on a ceramic plate with just one hand.
"Flint," Volkner tried explaining the Fire type. "He isn't allowed to drink."
"Speaks the guy who had his first drink on his twelfth birthday," Flint didn't seem like he was willing to listen to either of us.
He took a glass from the waiter, and handed to me. I hesitated, my Mom's firm warning told me not to touch the glass. Flint pursed his lips, and glared at me, "Look, this is a party," he suddenly smiled, "We're supposed to enjoy it. Don't be so uptight." He pulled my hand and shoved the expensive looking glass.
"Uh," I stared at the glass in front of me with same amount of hesitation and doubt that Misty would have if she were asked to hold a bug type.
As I was contemplating whether I should be taking the drink or not, I didn't realize a middle-aged man approached us. "Holding wine already?" He spoke with sarcasm.
The said man looked around forty-five or so. He wore a traditional white over red Japanese Hakama. He looked ridiculously out of place with all the modern dressing around, but he didn't seem to care. His hair, which was black with slight traces of white, was long enough to reach his shoulders. His eyebrows were narrowed upon me in a frown, and the grey eyes looked at me as if I saw some kind of low-life that deserved to be hated by him.
To say it in one sentence, this man intimidated me.
"Oh shit," I heard Flint mutter behind me. Okay, so this man was supposed to be feared I guess.
The man spoke after a cold pause, "Of course, what else could you expect from Alexander Ketchum's son?"
"What?" Surprise and anger both hit me at the same time. Surprise as for who the heck he was, and if he had any relation with Dad. Anger because he managed to insult both me and my Dad in just one sentence.
"My," he looked down upon me, as if he was studying some kind of new species. "You have terrible manners too. Who in the world let undeserving cheaters to a place like this?"
"What did you say?" I stepped closer to the old man throwing a glare. There was a fine limit in giving respect to an elderly person, if he keeps slandering you.
"How dare you raise your voice against me," he shot me a glare back. His glare then softened, as he turned back. "Like father like son."
That's it. Whoever he could be, he's trying to piss me off, and I'll tell him it's a bad idea. "I won't let you insult my Dad again." My fists clenched on their own, forgetting everything else. Forgetting that I was in the midst of a party.
Something cracked between my hands. The glass filled with wine was cracking apart, and the contents were escaping down, dripping onto the marble flooring.
Anger was slowly taking control of me. I felt like a different person, unlike the Ash Ketchum I knew till now. This was a complete new side of me, the side that wants to protect my Dad. I hated my Dad, but still he's my Dad. Only I have the right to insult him.
The older man took my hate as a challenge and glared me back. His actions caused my ego to flare up at once. I opened my mouth to say something I would regret later but—
"Cut it out, Ash!" A sharp voice snapped me out of the anger.
My eyes shot at the man who dared to interrupt me, but froze when it identified the person who did it.
"Dad?" I was stunned to see him, frowning at me in disappointment.
He turned to the old man who disturbed us. "I'm sorry for my son's behavior," he muttered slowly.
My behavior? I wasn't the one to call and insult him.
"But Dad—" I began to protest.
Dad threw me the most dangerous of his glares and said, "Shut up," he hissed, uttering the two words slowly as if to hammer them into my mind.
Why am I getting scolded for defending him? I hate this man. I try to shield his respect, and he insults me before this guy for that? Who the heck was—
"Please Ash," Dad whispered slowly, "Understand the situation."
"Uh," I didn't study his face properly at first but he seemed to be sad for some reason. I know my Dad, and he must be even more infuriated when someone just talked about him like that. Was this man someone important?
"I never thought I would see your sorry face again," the old man in Hakama spoke. "Not in a place like this."
I didn't fail to notice the influx of anger inside Dad. But beyond that I saw a responsible man, who knew it wasn't time to be a slave to his anger. And here I was, being a little child and falling for the old man's taunts.
"I'm sorry too," I bowed down. "I was out of line," I apologized.
There was a smile on Dad's face. I guess I did a good job imitating his judgment.
"A class act," the old man however was far from forgiving. "But I will never be able to forgive you, Alex," he said snorting.
But then someone spoke, "Give him a break, Clarke."
"Jason," Dad muttered. Standing in the direction where my Dad looked was a blonde man in mid-twenties. He wore a soothing smile, kind eyes that were half-scolding the old man.
"Jason Valentine," the old man's attention was completely shifted to the blonde prince-like guy. He scoffed, "So you support this man after he tainted Rosenburg?" He nodded at Dad accusingly.
"I'm one of those who believe he's innocent," Jason said, neither frowning nor raising an eyebrow in the process. "But even so, you shouldn't be picking on him like that. It'd be nice of you, if you simply ignore him and go your own way."
The old man was visibly hurt, but he couldn't yell back when Jason was being courteous. He opened his mouth to say something but closed again and simply snorted. Watching him so helpless made me smirk.
The old man noticed this. He turned around, giving me a final and warning glare. 'I-will-wipe-that-smirk-off-your-face' it translated.
I widened my smirk at this saying 'Bring-it-on'.
Dad exchanged a glance with Jason, after which he left a sigh. Jason simply smiled and nodded, before lifting his glass. "Let's get back to the party, people. The old man Goodsho will be here soon."
The people around who stopped whatever they were doing and stared at the commotion turned around and resumed their conversation with double the excitement.
I checked the time in Dad's watch. It was 11:50 A.M. It's been fifty minutes since we came to the party, and I already feel tired. Mr. Goodsho was never this late, right?
"Are you hurt?" Dad asked, as he stooped to check the hand that held the broken glass.
Other than a small gash, I was perfectly fine. "No," I muttered.
"Pikapi," Pikachu growled, worried.
"It's all right, little guy," Dad said, as he turned his back at us. "Your trainer's a wonderful boy."
I laughed at this. "So you acknowledge me, now?" After all that?
"I always acknowledged you," Dad said, without facing us. "I wouldn't have let myself train you, if you weren't good enough. Now if you give me a minute…" he grumbled before taking one of the exits to the garden behind.
Neither Pikachu nor I bothered to follow Dad. After that, anyone would want to be alone.
"I'm sorry Ash," the red haired me apologized. "I didn't think he of all would come here."
"Who was he anyway?" I asked. Flint was no way responsible for what happened. That guy just wanted a reason to pick a fight with me.
There was surprise on Flint's face, but he replied anyway, "Veteran Trainer Clarke. He's participating in the Champion's League for the third time. He's quite an orthodox trainer. He hates your Dad for all that Pokérus thing."
"Pokérus?" Terror swept across my face. I learnt what Pokérus was, from Professor Oak way before I began my journey. It's a virus that powered up a Pokémon's skills abruptly, but the Pokémon wouldn't live long after that. What kind of relation does my Dad have with Pokérus?
"Oh wait," Flint's eyebrows twitched. "You don't know that?"
Volkner smacked his head, "Way to go, Flint."
"Hey," Flint exchanged a wary glance with Volkner before turning to my pale face. "Look Ash. I'm really sorry," Flint was really uncomfortable with the turn of events. He kept scratching his afro hair and grinned sheepishly. "I didn't know—"
"It's fine," I muttered, "Really. But tell me what you know about my Dad?" I requested the Elite.
"Eh," he sighed. "What a pain," he then scolded himself. "I deserve it though. I'm not good at spreading rumors; I'll tell you what I heard. Your Dad was accused of injecting his Pokémon with Pokérus. Five of his Pokémon were caught during the test."
He paused, letting me take in the information. "They banned him from all kinds of Pokémon tournaments."
My mind was blank. I couldn't find anything to think, nor to speak. The news just left me empty.
So, the reason he came back after all these years was this? I found myself in immersed in multiple emotions. But one stood among others.
My Dad's innocent.
I know this for sure. I've seen how he even treated wild Pokémon with love. There was no way he would let his Pokémon expose to something so dangerous just to win his goal. At least, I won't. I remember Mom saying this; she told me we were alike. Then it means my Dad won't do something horrible like that either
"Attention everyone!"
The rapid thoughts that filled my empty brain were stopped. A deep silence enveloped in the party. Even the music system was turned off.
The stage which was quite empty till now was occupied by a group of twelve-fifteen people. Standing amidst all of them was Cynthia and Goodsho, the hosts.
"I apologize for being late," Goodsho was wiping the sweat off his forehead as he spoke. The Air Conditioners were perfectly fine, I noticed. "I had uh, a little problem on the way. Anyway, I happen to make this party as a gathering place for all the Elite Four and Champion. Upon my friend Scott—" he paused to let a familiar short man come up to the center. "Upon Scott's suggestion, I thought it would be for the best if we let a couple of board members, Professors, and two guests for each Elite."
He took a sheet of paper from his pocket, and glanced at it once before speaking, "Firstly, I would be happy to say that this world tournament happens to be the biggest tournament that one might ever witness. About thirty thousand trainers have already registered for the tournament. And we expect ten thousand more by the end of the year."
A collective gasp was heard across the hall. The highest any tournament I participated in was around two hundred or so. Forty thousand makes it two hundred times a bigger tournament. Although it's justified because anyone with any amount of experience could participate in the tournament. Even those with zero badges can participate if they have six Pokémon.
"The tournament will be held in seven stages, or to use the correct terminology, Tiers.
The seventh tier will be a tournament between all the forty thousand odd trainers who would register for the tournament. The selected few will be processed to tier six. The winners of this move onto tier five, where they will be joined by official Gym Leaders, who would receive direct entry into the tier. In Tier two, the Elite Four will join us, and finally the tier one will be a grand tournament where the best of the best in the world would face with the champions of each region. Before me move on to the introductions, I thank the board members of the P.L.A for this wonderful opportunity. I'm a fan of good Pokémon battles, and we'll see around a million of them in the upcoming year. This tournament will be a revolution. I would be happy to speak about P.L.A a bit before we move on.
We have fifty board members, including myself, of which two of them couldn't attend this party due to various constraints. P.L.A began as a small association seventy eight years ago in Kanto. I was a seventeen year old brat when it all began," he stopped to chuckle. "I made small time tournaments in Viridian. I thought, why not start something big?
I collected three great trainers, Eric Waterflower, a water type master, Masara Oak, from Pallet Town and my brother, Adrian Goodsho and named them Gym Leaders.
What began as a simple challenge to invite strong trainers grew bigger. We received recognition. The numbers of leaders rose to five, and then to eight. Indigo Plateau has always been my favorite center for tournaments.
We slowly expanded to Hoenn, Sinnoh, Johto, Hoenn and Unova. I make it a point to visit all the tournaments to watch those wonderful battles, and I still do so. The Champions League that take place once in ten years began sixty years ago.
The first tournament was held in Indigo Plateau between the four champions of five regions. We slowly expanded it and shifted the P.L.A base to the Rose-Red Island. The Rosenburg culture began right after. People spent years in the island, training for the tournament. The green island has now become a hub for talented trainers." Goodsho paused, for a while as he sipped on a glass of water.
I took this chance to see where my Dad was. He wasn't here. Was he still outside?
Everyone else was seriously immersed listening to what Goodsho said. I'll just wait a bit before checking out.
"This new mega tournament however will be the first ever world tournament." Goodsho resumed his speech. "Champion's League has always been a tournament for a select few, but the PWT as I would prefer to call it, is a much bigger stage. We spent around 200 billion PokéDollars, on building the new facilities.
Five grand stadiums, each representing the respective Leagues in Indigo Plateau, Mt. Silver, Ever Grande, Lily of the Valley and Higaki* have been built. We made contract with around 700 world famous brands for putting their stalls out in the city. League buildings have been built all around each stadium complex for participants' residence. Additionally about ninety private hotels are under construction for the visiting audience. The organization is devoted to Pokémon, the profits from the league will be utilized for funding League authorized Day care, and talent scholarships are given to trainers with less means to fund themselves to travel to long distance regions like Unova from Kanto."
Meanwhile as Goodsho continued, Volkner and Flint were murmuring to each other. "What do you think about it man? The numbers sound too good and all."
"I'm going to fall asleep," Volkner really looked drowsy. He looked like he was going to drop any moment. "Wake me when they're serving lunch," he walked to the nearest chair, sat down and instantly fell down asleep.
"That guy," Flint chuckled at his attitude. "He never changes. This speech really sucks though."
I had other things to do. It doesn't seem like Goodsho's speech was getting anywhere close to interesting. "Flint, I'm going to search for my Dad."
"Sure," he said. "The Elite Four introductions will be up soon after that. Be quick, okay?"
I nodded, "I'll be back in a flash," I said heading outside into the balcony.
It didn't take me much time to find my old man.
He was there, standing in the balcony watching the trees and lush greenery around. Not a single soul was seen outside, as all of them were immersed in Goodsho's speech.
He gave me a momentary glance as I walked up to him, and returned back to watching nothing. I didn't speak anything either. I mimicked his pose, and did what he did, watch the greenery.
The soft wind played with my hair. Pikachu purred softly, as he enjoyed the gentle breeze. I stroke his back slowly, as he purred again and cuddled into my arms.
I finally broke the silence, "I heard it from Flint."
He remained silent at first, but threw in a wry smile after a while. "Took you long enough to learn," he mused. I could still see the sadness in his eyes that he wanted to hide from me.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, narrowing my eyes on a particular Rattata that just peeped out of a tree hole. It fervently looked around, and scurried away to some destination. "I wanted it to come from you. Flint revealed it accidentally."
Dad grunted at this, "It's not a big deal."
"It is a big deal, Dad," I said, "You left us for becoming a Pokémon Master. You were forced to turn back from that road now."
I observed his grip on the railing becoming tighter. All the emotions he hid from me all these days seemed to pile up into his face. "I'm a total failure Ash," he declared after a vindictive pause. "As a father, as a husband and even a trainer. Hundreds of trainers, maybe even you, would've hated me if the news had been leaked to media."
"I still hate you," I said, "But I understand you. Maybe I'd have left my wife too."
He smiled and asked, "You would?"
"Maybe not," I sighed. "I don't even know what I'm talking."
I have no idea what is it like to have a wife, son and be a Pokémon Master at the same time. "But I know one thing," my eyes narrowed onto Dad, who looked into mine. "I'm not going to forgive if anyone tries to do wrong things to stop me from being a Pokémon Master.
He seemed to be caught off-guard because he gawked for a second. "Do you think I was framed?"
"Yes," I said firmly.
"How can you be so sure?" Dad asked. "A lot of my Pokémon were caught with the virus, and thrown into Quarantine. Maybe I was scared that I didn't have any chance against the Elites. Maybe I wanted to take the short—"
"The Road to be a Pokémon Master doesn't have any shortcuts, Dad," I cut in, "If there were, you would've taught me already."
He seemed to be disturbed by my comment. "Why're you so keen on siding with the guy who abandoned you for ten whole years?" He looked frustrated. Frustrated because I was trying to side with him? Strange.
"Why're you so keen on convincing me otherwise?" I demanded. "Why don't you let me handle the truth, instead of hiding it from me?"
"Because," he paused, and started biting his nails, the pressure was catching up to him. He then looked at me with a guilty face, like that of a kid who secretly took a candy without his mom's knowledge. "Then you might think I'm using you to exact revenge."
"You are using me to exact revenge," I said, "It's the truth, and it's not wrong either."
"It's not wrong?" Dad laughed in derision, "A father comes after abandoning his son for ten years, only to use him to exact revenge. Yeah sounds great."
"It's the truth," I said glaring my father back with confidence, "Like you said, you're a terrible father. But you're a good mentor, and you can still be a good husband."
Dad flinched at that. Even I'm surprised at the kind of things I was talking about. I had thought about this for a long time, and this was what I believed. "And Dad, just because you're a terrible father doesn't mean you're a terrible person. I want to say this," I paused, "You are my hero. I want to be like you. Strong, confident, and kind, that's what you are, and I believe you. You'll never treat your Pokémon with a virus that could kill it."
The man who always mocked me, hit me on my head, and constantly exuded confidence went pale and was dumbfounded. "Ash…" he looked at me like I was a new species of Pokémon.
I laughed nervously, "I think I'm not being me today." I'm talking things way beyond me. I'm talking like smarty pants Gary would. "I am—" Something happened before I could complete the sentence.
Dad pulled me into a bone-cracking hug. I was startled at first, but understood it was real when he leaned his head against mine. The sudden embrace made me uncomfortable, but I decided to let it slide for now. "Thank you," his voice shook as he said the words.
A tear trickled down his face. "What's this, Dad?" I asked mockingly as I caught the droplet, and showed it to him. "Men don't cry, do they?" I asked.
Dad rose back, freeing me from his hug. He wiped his tears and said, "I hate you when you get all cocky kid."
"Sorry," I smirked. "I got that from my Dad."
Either of us laughed at that. Pikachu joined us in the same.
"Really," Dad said, still chuckling, "You really made my day, Ash. You might be like me in all other aspects, but you have your Mom's understanding side too. It makes you a great man. Far greater than I ever could be."
In that case, "I'm going to prove the whole world Dad," I said, "I'll win the World Tournament, and tell my Dad's not guilty."
The sunlight seemed to intensify, or was the glow coming from my Dad's face? Either way, he looked a lot brighter than a second ago.
"That's the spirit," a new voice intruded our solace.
The pack of muscles called Bruno stood behind us, his arms folded, and a smile on his face. "You did a better job than me, Ash."
I scratched my hair in embarrassment. Dad however asked, "What're you doing here? Isn't Goody back?"
"They're doing the intros now," Bruno said, "I just finished mine."
"Whoa," I exclaimed. I promised Flint to return before the intros began. "I gotta go, Dad."
I didn't give them a second glance. Dad and Bruno seem to be good friends.
A voice boomed through the speakers as I went into the banquet hall. Cynthia stood by the stage, playing the announcer. "Lastly, we've Reynolds, the new Elite Four of Johto, and user of the Steel Type."
A green haired trainer stepped on the stage amidst applause. He raised his arms in response, and began his own speech.
"You're late, Ash," Flint caught me from behind. I gave him an apologetic smile, but it seems he didn't pay it much attention. He leaned down and whispered, "How did it go?"
"Better than I thought," I gave a thumbs-up.
"Good," Flint seemed really happy. He was perhaps worried if he damaged the relation between us father and son.
It was bumpy to begin with, so it didn't matter.
The clapping began once more as Reynolds, finished his speech.
"Thank you, Reynolds," Cynthia said as he left. "That's the complete set of elite four from the five regions. That should end today's conference, but it seems everyone's favorite event will be delayed. The staff has just relayed there'll be a slight delay for the lunch. Thank you for being patient," she added with an enchanting smile before leaving the stage.
"Hey Ash," Flint tapped on my back. "Since the boring part is over, let me show you something cool." He had a playful smile on his lips.
Ah, so he had something interesting up his sleeve.
"Let's go," he caught my hand and led me towards a particularly crowded table.
"Whoa, what's going on?" I asked.
"You'll love this Ash," Flint assured me. He pushed some of the people apart.
A purple haired guy sat in the midst. "Alright, who's gonna play next." He said impatiently shuffling the stack of cards, not faltering even once in the process of doing so.
Surprisingly Volkner was sitting on one of the chairs. He noticed us approaching and so did the guy, who was the Psychic Elite Four Will.
Will wore strange glasses that hid his facial expression. But he had a strange smile on his face when he saw Flint. "Alright, Mr. Hot Head wants to play. And you—" he paused, looking in my direction or not. I was unsure.
"You little boy," he nodded in my direction. "Did Persian got your tongue?"
"Me?" I asked.
"Yeah you," he held the stack on one hand and ran his thumb over the cards one by one. "Hmm," he paused, looking at the stack strangely. "One of my cards is missing."
He turned to me, "Boy, give it back."
"What?" Why would I have his card?
"So you say," he stood up and approached me. He took my hat as I stepped back, and took a card out of it. He showed it to the people around, "Oh look, what does this boy have?"
"Eh!" I exclaimed. I don't remember since when I started carrying a card in my hat.
The crowd however started clapping, as Will took his place on the chair. "Now, what's your name boy?" He asked, as he reshuffled the cards quickly with skill.
"Ash," I said after slight hesitation. It took me a while to realize that was a trick.
"Ash, Hot Head and spiky head," he put the stack on the table. "Each of you take a card and don't show it to me, I'll guess them for you."
Flint smirked at his pet name, while Volkner pursed his lips. Either of them took a card wordlessly. I did the same.
I looked at my card. It was four of spades. I held the card tightly, just in case he used some kind of magic to steal a glance.
Flint and Volkner seemed to do the same. All three of us stared at Will.
"Alright," he said snapping his fingers. He pointed at Flint and said, "Hot head got the Hot Queen of hearts," he then turned to me and said, "Four of spades," and finally rested on Volkner, "You got the Joker of Diamonds."
The surprise on my face gave away that he was correct. Flint grinned before putting the card back. Volkner looked at his card, and put it back on the table, not even raising an eyebrow in the process. He simply wasn't interested.
"You're hard to impress eh, spiky?" Will said, taking the cards back.
"I saw a lot of these tricks," Volkner said, resting his hand on his cheek.
"You want something new?" Will asked, and answered without giving any gap for Volkner to answer. Not that he bothered to do that. "Let me show my best trick. Something only I can—"
"Ashton!"
Something huge came from behind and wrapped its hands around me. Judging by the hairy arms, and the way he called me, I guessed who it was. "Alder?" I looked back, only to meet with Alder's smile that would fit well with a toothpaste endorsement.
"Hey Wilson," Alder said to the purple haired Elite Four. "I'm borrowing the boy for a second."
Will winced for a second. It was natural for anyone being called by the wrong name. However he recovered and was saying, "By all me—"
Alder didn't wait for him to complete. The next thing I was dragged out of the crowd like a disobedient Bouffalant. "Hey, what's the big deal?" I asked, because it was the natural thing to do.
Alder paused, giving me a chance to stand straight. "Just a small favor," Alder said, "I need you to go talk with her." He pointed at a couple of flowers—
Oh wait, that was actually a woman wearing two flowers as an ornament. Were they real or plastic was the first doubt that crossed my mind. She was dark-skinned, and her dress seemed scanty, even by the party's standards. Her clothes consisted of a cloth wrapped around her chest, and a gown (or should I call it a towel?) that exposed one of her thighs.
She was Phoebe, the Ghost-type Elite Four from Hoenn. "Why her?" I asked, even though I had a good idea what his answer would be.
"Just go and talk to her," he insisted.
"What should I talk?" I asked, obviously finding this favor distasteful. At least Brock didn't use me for things like this.
Alder frowned and asked, "What would you, if I weren't around?"
I thought for a while. I remember I had to take the autographs from everyone. I think it's better to start it sooner than later.
"Fine," I growled before heading my way towards her.
There was yet another woman beside Phoebe, she wore a purple clothing that matched her short purple hair, and wore round glasses that were obviously too big for her little brown eyes. She was shivering as Phoebe told her something.
"Really?!" Her squeal made my heart skip a beat. She noticed me coming at the same time, and nudged Phoebe.
"Phoebe and Shauntal," I greeted the ghost type Elite Four. "It's an honor to meet you." I took the pocket-sized book and pen Dad shoved into my pants earlier this morning. "Can you—"
"Ashton!"
Of course.
Alder interrupted me, and patted my head as if I was his Bouffalant. "Now aren't you a charming little girl, Phoebe. This little guy badly wanted your autograph," he said pulling the book and pen out my hand.
Phoebe looked surprised at Alder's behavior. Apparently he was hitting her for the first time. I wonder how Shauntal would react to her Champion's antics. I turned to where the woman once stood—
The said woman no longer stood there. She disappeared the second Alder barged in. I wonder what she had been through to run like that.
Phoebe was confused, but she took the book and signed on it. She prepared to hand it to me, but Alder came in between us. "So—" he took the book from her hand, turned around, shoved the book into my hands, and shooed me away like I was some kind of Bouffalant that just barged into his garden. "I've heard you lived in Mt. Pyre," He asked as I put the cap back onto the pen and began to leave.
I didn't hear the rest, but I bet I won't like it either.
"He never changed does he," something that obstructed my view spoke. A red-haired woman stood in my way. She wasn't a figure to ignore either. Because she was Lorelei Prima, the Ice type Elite Four.
"Hey Prima," I greeted her. "Long time no see."
She stared at me for a while and smiled, "Yeah, how's Misty doing?"
Whoa, she remembered Misty? I mean, I don't want to insult Misty or anything but she wasn't that famous enough—
"We met in Four Island last year," Prima said, sending an Ice Beam down my ego-blazing head. "That girl really has potential."
Why the heck didn't I know about this?!
Misty hardly mentioned about it. Speaking of which, I hardly spoke anything to her. The mistake was on my side. Man, I should go and apologize to her.
"She's working hard for the upcoming League," I said.
"Of course," Prima nodded as if it was trivial. "I told her I would give my post if she beat me in the world tournament."
"What?!" This time a blizzard struck me. Since when did Misty go as far as talk Prima into this?
"My," she adjusted her glasses, staring my frozen face. "You look surprised. She didn't tell you about this?"
"Sorry, I've been in Unova last year," I apologized for no reason.
"Ah," she nodded. "By the way," she took something out of the large purse she carried. "Do you mind buying my lecture video?" She asked. "It's only nine PokéDollars."
Nine?! That's actually too much for a lecture video. I looked at the C.D cover which said, 'Techniques and Skills you need to be a gifted trainer by Lorelei Prima.'
So that's why she started a conversation with me? And here I thought she actually wanted to talk with me. First Alder, and now her, it seems everyone have their own selfish reasons.
I said, "I'd like to buy but," and quoted Dad, "We're on a tight budget this month."
"Oh," Prima pretended to be surprised while she was actually disappointed. "That's fine. See you sometime soon." She waved me a goodbye and left. I actually wanted to ask her an autograph, uh, never mind.
"Musing at how selfish the world is?"
Who is it this time?
It was Scott actually. "Hey Scott!" I greeted the Battle Frontier's owner.
"Hey," he gave me a handshake. "Can you come with me for once?" He asked.
"Uh sure," I said, and followed him. "So," I tried to begin a conversation. "I heard it was your idea to start a grand tournament instead of the usual one."
"Yeah," Scott said half-listening. He seemed to be having something in his mind. I decided to drop the conversation.
We stopped before two men in business suits. It was then Scott spoke, "Ash," he introduced me to the important looking men I'd normally ignore. "Meet Mr. Hardman, CEO of Bulk-men enterprises. You must've heard of the 'Proteins' they make."
I actually didn't. I shook hands with him anyway. He then showed to the next person. "Mr. Ring Splice," he said pointing to the other person who was as short and as plump as Scott was. "He's the Finance Manager."
"Nice to meet you, Ash," the so-called manager said faking a smile.
"Ash's an upcoming trainer," Scott said, giving me a brief intro. He then turned to me, "Ash would you mind sharing your experiences with the Battle Frontier?"
"Why not," I said. Battle Frontier was actually one of the most interesting challenges I had. "It's awesome! Those frontier brains were really cool. I don't think I've been ever tested like that before.
Defeating Brandon and Annabel was the biggest challenges I had. I really liked all those facilities. I mean, in Spencer's battle field you gotta run along with your Pokémon. That's really cool, right?" I asked.
Oops. Didn't I just go overboard? Scott told me to share my experiences, I ended up speaking nonsense. But that's because I really liked taking part in the Frontier. The whole challenge was amazing.
"I must say I'm impressed Scott," the shorter man said after a pause.
"Trainers love my Frontier," Scott said. "I picked the right Frontier Brains and gave them the right facilities. You've just seen Ash's earnest speech."
Am I missing something, or does this conversation—
"We're taking your offer," the CEO guy said. "We'll make further discussions in the chambers." He nodded to the manager, before leaving.
The shorter guy shook hands with Scott and left us. Scott on his part looked very happy. He patted on my shoulder and said, "You just helped me get a twenty million PokéDollar investment in my new Johto Battle Frontier."
I stared at Scott's face for a second, and asked, "What?"
Scott checked his watch. "I've an important meeting," he said. "If you need anything," he smiled. "Contact me on my PokéNav."
Alright that was uh, weird. I better go find Flint before things get crazy or so I thought but, when I went back to Will's table, Flint and Volkner were missing, and Will was busy entertaining someone else.
"Man, where did he go?" I wondered for a while. He was nowhere in the hall or in the balcony.
Alder was still hitting on Phoebe. I briefly saw Drake, who waved to me from a distance. Lance, Steven and Wallace were surrounded by too many girls. Cynthia was chatting with Goodsho and a couple of important looking people. But there was no sign of Flint.
How the heck did he just disappear? While pondering about where the Elites went, I stumbled across the table that had the three Elite Four.
I was kinda surprised how I ended up standing before them.
"My, do we have a lost bird here?" The grey haired Karen asked, with a slick smile on her lips.
"Hey Kid, wanna join us?" Sidney asked, showing me to an empty chair. "Grimsley's telling a story."
I accepted the offer. It wasn't every day you could sit and chat leisurely with three Elite Four.
"So," Grimsley continued something he stopped before I came. "I decided to walk right into the alley. I thought there was something in there. I just couldn't see it. But I felt it." He looked into my eyes with a distant stare that sent a chill down my spine. "I thought it was some damn Pokémon. I walked in, anticipating that it would attack me from any direction and—
Bang!" Grimsley's cry made me jump out my seat. He then whispered in a dark tone. "It was a damn Pokémon.
"Boring," Karen said with distaste, sipping onto her wine. "Lemme tell you my story."
About fifteen minutes later, I came out of Dark Elite's group meeting, with hair that was shot up into spikes like a Cyndaquil's flame, a heart that was beating faster than it should, and legs that shook as I walked.
I'd never ever be terrified by Ghost stories, not after hearing those 'dark' stories.
I looked at the pocket-book in my hand, and the three new signatures in it. Well, I did get something out of it.
I walked absent-mindedly, still reminiscing of the gothic creature Karen described. I don't know if it really existed, but I'm pretty sure anyone would wet their pants when they see it.
Wait.
What if Sidney said was true? What if everyone who heard the story would really be haunted by the creature? Even imagining that was hair-rising.
Nah. Those creatures only exist in stories. I mean, something wouldn't—
I halted.
Something soft touched my shoulder. I felt five firm fingers on my shoulders. What if, it was the mysterious creatures? The thought scared me out of my wits.
"Yeow!" I jumped in fear as I turned back to hit the creature that threatened me mortally.
Watching me shriek in fear caused the 'thing' behind me jumped, equally terrified. "Aiyeee!" A characteristic female shriek came out through it slips, as it landed on her back.
"Shauntal?" I blinked at the terrified Elite four.
The terrified woman collected herself. I lent her an arm, and yanked her awake.
"I'm really sorry," she bowed in apology, which was quite uncomfortable considering that she's an Elite Four.
"Hey you needn't apologize for that," I tried comforting her. This really worked, because she seemed elated.
"Thank you," she said. To be honest, I don't understand why would a ghost type Elite Four be so timid? Not only that, she was actually few inches taller than me, so it's not like I had an intimidating appearance.
"Um," she was hesitating to say something. She finally broke after fidgeting for a while, "I need a favor from you."
Well finally someone who actually asks for a favor instead of forcing you to do it. I liked that for a change. "What is it?" I asked, giving her my best innocent boy smile.
"Um," she looked around nervously. "I've just completed my manuscript on a story. It's um, about the story of two young men who took separate paths in their lives, um," she handed me the book.
"Uh," I looked at the book, strangely. "Should I be reading it?"
"Well," she looked at me helplessly.
Oh great.
I flipped the pages open. I began reading what was written over there.
"'Do you know Thunderbolt?' was his first greeting to me. It wasn't until after we battled that I learned his name was Volkner."
"Wait a minute," I stared at her. "It's about Volkner?"
"And Flint," she said. "Well, what I wanted to ask you is, um, I need to talk to Flint and Volkner. Well, you, um, seem to know them so…"
"Why don't you do that yourself?" I asked, bluntly. I didn't mean it in a disrespectful fashion though.
"Um," she mumbled something. "I never talked with them so, um…"
She has no problem talking with me?
"Alright," I agreed to help. I still don't understand what her problem is though. "I'm searching for them anyway."
"I actually know where they're," she said. "They're in the swimming pool."
"Okay," I said getting my fighting spirit up. "Let's go!"
I never expected to see a swimming pool over here.
The so-called resort was actually a lot bigger than I thought. The swimming pool complex was beyond the garden. There were two pools, one large one with varying depths, and one small one for little children.
Shauntal stopped at a distance, and hid herself behind a tree.
"Why are you hiding over here?" I asked, attempting to drag her out.
"No way!" She hissed, and pulled her hand back. She was sweating profusely, and her face seemed slightly red. "I want you to talk to them. I just want to observe their personality, that's all."
"Huh," I scratched my hair in confusion. "Alright," I accepted after some hesitation.
I walked up to the pool, which was mostly empty except for two certain men, Volkner and Flint.
"Yo, Ash," Flint greeted me. Flint was trying some flips in the water before I came, while Volkner watched him with interest. They paused whatever they were doing when they saw me. "Wanna dive in?"
I had to be as natural as possible for the sake of Shauntal. Basically, I have to forget that she was peeping on us. "Sure," I said with glee.
I removed my not-so-expensive tux and threw it on the ground, before jumping into the pool with a loud splash. "We should've done this in the first place," I said.
"Well," Volkner answered, "Flint had his boring introduction to do."
I have to admit, of all the people in the party, I actually liked to be with these two. Even they seem to take a liking to my presence. I think I might have made good friends with some people up in the Elites. Dad would be proud. "Why isn't anyone else here?" I asked.
"Everyone will be up in the pool once Lunch's over," Flint said, as he dove back in. He surfaced up, and said, "I prefer to be with my friends than people I don't know." He looked at me for a while and grinned, "That includes you, Ash!" He said paddling a good amount of water on my face.
"Hey!" I was taken in by the sudden water attack. I decided to take my revenge by splashing water on him instead.
Shauntal was elated. Flint and Volkner were exactly in-character with her manuscript's Flint and Volkner. This means, she needn't worry about OOCness, and it's quite a gift for any author in the world.
She decided it was for the best if she included the scene before her as an epilogue. Except she would replace Ash with her female Main Character. She opened her manuscript and began scribbling something onto it. What she didn't notice, while she was deeply engrossed in her writing was a curious Rattata that meekly approached her, and tried to climb her leg.
Naturally, the reaction was explosive.
"Aiyeeee!"
The chilling shriek sent a shiver down my spine twice. Once because of the shriek itself, and the second when I realized what the consequences were.
I looked back and found Shauntal clumsily escape from a Rattata, and fall down in the process. I smacked my head involuntarily.
"What's the meaning of this, Ash?" Flint asked, with eyes narrowed on me.
"Well," I admitted my guilt. "She said she wanted to observe both of your personalities or something. She's writing a novel on both of you. She told me to help her because she was too shy to meet you."
"Shy?" Flint laughed at that.
Shauntal knowing that her game was up came towards the pool and bowed, "I'm extremely s-sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"If you really wanted to learn about us," Flint grinned, "You could've asked me."
"Really?" Shauntal asked, stunned by Flint's words.
"Oi, Flint." Volkner frowned, "Don't include me in this."
"Ignore him," Flint told her, "I really want to read what you wrote about us."
"Eh?" Shauntal looked terrified, her face turning red. "I-I don't…um, is it okay?" She took out her manuscript, and handed it to him.
Flint dried his hands with a towel, and took the manuscript. "I better read it before anyone else does right?"
Flint's a kind guy, I noticed. Despite his looks, he never refused to help anyone. I still remember what he said back in Sinnoh.
"Only those who earnestly want to win can keep winning."
"Still, Shauntal is really bad at sneaking," I muttered laughing to myself as I watched the two from afar. Volkner joined them after Flint revealed something interesting, and the three began reading the story together.
"Shall I show what real sneaking is, then?"
A voice whispered into my ears.
I jerked my head back only to see three people standing behind me.
"Koga?" I stared at the Elite Four who was once a gym leader. Standing beside him was the woman I knew very well, his sister Aya and to his right was—
"She's my daughter, Janine," Koga introduced realizing I didn't know her.
The said woman, who had a purple hair, simply shifted her gaze away from me.
"I apologize for her behavior," Aya said, "My niece has terrible manners."
"Oh," the purple haired girl sneered at her aunt. "Says the woman who got rejected thrice because of bad manners."
"Now, now," Koga placed an arm on each one of them. "We don't want to give bad publicity about our family do we?"
Aya and Janine continued to glare at each other, before throwing their looks in different directions.
"Ash," Koga shifted his attention to me, "I've heard about your exploits in the Unova League, especially I heard that you got the Toxic Badge from their gym leader."
The Toxic Badge? Oh, I still remember that gym. The gym leader gave me unfair advantage and let me win actually. "The gym leader put herself a handicap," I admitted, "But yeah, that gym was awesome. Roxie's amazing."
Janine and Aya shifted their attention to me as I mentioned Roxie's name. Did something go wrong between them and Roxie?
"Well actually," Koga said, "Roxie visited Kanto last year, and challenged my gym. Aya and Janine were the gym leaders in my stead and—" He looked at the women on either side, "Well let's say they lost pretty badly. So, I was wondering if you could help us in improving our gym's morale. I want my daughter and sister to beat her in the world tournament," he said. "Consider it an invitation for a rematch for my gym."
"Sure," I said. There's no way Ash Ketchum would back away from any battle invitation. "I'll definitely re-challenge your gym."
"Excellent," Koga exclaimed. "But I want you to use the same team you used against Roxie."
"We'll be waiting in Fuchsia, Ash," Aya said, and at once the three disappeared into thin air like only true ninja could.
Whoa, they just appeared like that and went poof in no time. I haven't considered this, but I could actually re-challenge all the gym leaders of Kanto. I should probably ask Dad's opinion about it.
Meanwhile, Volkner and Flint were arguing while Shauntal jotted something down. They seem to be deeply immersed in Shauntal's novel.
"Pikapi," Pikachu purred my attention. He then pointed out to a distance, where a certain blonde woman stood waving to us.
"Hey Flint," I called the fire type elite four. "Cynthia's calling us."
Well Cynthia had actually called us for lunch after that. Both Dad and I ignored the dirty looks the rest of the party threw. Nothing could stop the Ketchum from gulping down their food.
"So Koga invited me to his gym," I relayed as Dad, and I finished our lunch along with Volkner, Flint and Shauntal.
"That isn't a bad idea," Dad said, "I actually liked the concept of challenging all the gym leaders of Kanto. But you actually lost to Forrest."
"Gigalith won," I pointed. "It wasn't a complete loss."
"Excuses," Dad scoffed.
"Alright," I sighed, "I'll re-challenge him. So let's re-challenge all the gyms already!"
"Hmm," Dad nodded. "Let's start with Cinnabar Island, what do you say?"
"Sure!" I exclaimed.
The party ended soon after. There were many more fun moments, but I think I've told enough already.
I thanked Flint and Volkner for being good friends. Shauntal was happy, both Flint and Volkner accepted her story, although the latter had to be pushed by the former. I came to know that Grimsley, Karen and Sidney kept calling one lone person after the other and terrified them with fake stories. Lucian never appeared before me or in fact anyone. He kept appearing and disappearing amongst the guests, his girlfriend in his hand. I met Aaron, who shared a couple of stories of some legendary bug Pokémon called Genesect. Drake was seen with Veteran Clarke, they seemed to be good friends. Glacia, Bertha and Agatha continued to yap about the new generation young men, and warned me never to turn like that. Lorelei said her C.D was available on a discount and would well fit our budget. She conned Dad into buying the lecture video for 8.50 PokéDollar. Koga appeared somewhere in between with Janine and Aya; it seems they were giving him a tough time. Cynthia and the other champions were too busy talking with all kinds of people. Scott, being Scott kept greeting each and everyone in the party and talked business with most of them. I bet he made at least a billion worth of transaction just through words. He utilized this party to the fullest. Gary couldn't free himself from the Professors till the end.
Lastly, Phoebe slapped Alder, while Marshal had to apologize for his Sensei. Dad kept laughing all the while.
In the end, the grand conference ended. The Elite Four were left inside to talk business with Goodsho and the board members. The rest of the guests were asked to leave after that.
The magical day was finally over. I managed to get all the autographs like Dad wanted.
"Well, our next destination is Cinnabar Island then?" Dad asked, as we recuperated in the Pokemon Center.
"As I said, I want to challenge all the gyms," I declared my agenda. "It's been a while since I fought the Kanto Leaders."
"Well, we have a long way to go then," Dad smirked.
"Yup," I smiled back.
The one-year severe training throughout Kanto continues. I'm pretty sure, I'll be ten times as strong when people see me the next time. I might be exaggerating the number, but still I 'll be a lot better than what I am now. I'm gonna show Paul and the others what I am capable of.
Here I come, the Road to be a Pokemon Master!
I did it again!
I wrote too big of a chapter, and rushed the ending. I promise this to be the last.
This chapter was extremely hard to write. I had to include almost each and every Elite Four to appear, but make the story flow naturally at the same time. It was a hard thing to do, and I think I did well. Do review your opinions!
And also do you hate Alex? :P
Finally: I would like to bring you guys to attention, my new story: When I become a Pokemon 's a pure shipping story, and won't have any Pokemon battles, but it has a lot of darkness in it!