A/N: Hey I think I have for the moment found a good writing schedule for now. I am very happy to see how much everyone is enjoying my Parent Trap AU. If you haven't checked it out please do just some easy humor and fun. Overall I really enjoyed this chapter as I am in a bit of state thinking back on a lot of things I have seen throughout this year. Hope this chapter isn't too boring as I know my own thoughts at times can be. Let us continue Kieran's story. Don't forget to leave a review if you feel inclined or favorite.

As the morning light filtered through his bedroom window, Kieran stirred from his sleep, only to find Pikachu perched nearby, watching him intently with bright, curious eyes. The sight of the iconic Pokémon so close caught Kieran off guard, and in his surprise, he lost his balance and tumbled out of bed with a thud.

Pikachu, witnessing Kieran's clumsy awakening, let out a series of amused "Pika-Pika" chuckles. The sound was light-hearted and infectious, and despite the jolt of his fall, Kieran couldn't help but laugh along.

Lying on the floor for a moment, Kieran looked up at Pikachu, and a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He remembered being just five years old, full of wonder and excitement, often sneaking into Pikachu's room early in the morning, trying to catch the moment the Pokémon woke up. Pikachu, ever patient, would play along, pretending to be asleep until Kieran got close enough, only to wake up suddenly and startle him, much to their mutual delight.

Now, years later, the roles were reversed, and Pikachu was the one waiting for him to wake up. Kieran realized how these small, seemingly insignificant moments were threads in the fabric of his life, weaving a story of growth, friendship, and the enduring bond between him, Pikachu, and his family.

Picking himself up from the floor, Kieran stretched and ruffled Pikachu's fur affectionately. "Thanks for the wake-up call, buddy," he said with a smile. Today was another day on his journey, filled with potential and the promise of new adventures. With his family's support and Pikachu by his side, Kieran felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Kieran descended the stairs to the aroma of freshly made pancakes and bacon wafting through the air. The familiar, comforting scent filled the kitchen, where he found Misty flipping pancakes with practiced ease. Pikachu, his constant companion, scurried around the cabinets, searching until he triumphantly located one of his many bottles of ketchup, his favorite condiment.

As Kieran took his seat at the breakfast table, Misty served up a plate of pancakes and bacon for him. "So, what are your plans for the next two months until the Indigo League starts?" she asked, pouring some syrup over the pancakes.

Kieran, fork in hand, paused thoughtfully. "I was thinking of maybe staying around here, working alongside you at the gym," he replied, considering the idea of honing his skills at home.

Before Misty could respond, Ash stepped into the room, overhearing Kieran's plan. A hint of humor laced his voice as he said, "I don't think so."

Misty looked over at Ash, a questioning look on her face. "Why not?"

Ash leaned against the kitchen counter, recalling his own experiences. "When I stayed home to train, I constantly got sidetracked and didn't focus as much as I should have," he explained. "And from what you've told me, Skye had similar distractions training here for the Indigo League, what, twelve years ago?"

Misty nodded, acknowledging the truth in Ash's words. Back then, Skye's training, while effective, was often interrupted by the comforts and distractions of being at home. Ash's experiences were similar; the familiar environment made it too easy to lose focus on the rigorous training required for a competition as intense as the Indigo League.

Kieran listened, taking in his father's advice. The prospect of training at home had its appeal, but he understood the need for discipline and focus, especially with the league tournament drawing near. It was crucial to be in an environment that challenged him and kept him on his toes.

Finishing his breakfast, Kieran started to think about alternative training plans, considering locations where he could push his limits and prepare thoroughly for the upcoming challenges. The Indigo League was a major milestone, and he wanted to make sure he was at his best when the time came.

In the kitchen, after Kieran had left to ponder his training plans, a hint of tension hung in the air between Ash and Misty. Misty's expression was tinged with disappointment, her maternal instincts wanting to keep Kieran close.

"I just think it would be nice for our sweet baby boy to be home, preparing with us," Misty said, her voice soft yet firm. She couldn't help but feel a little upset at the idea of Kieran training far away.

Ash, understanding her concerns, leaned against the counter and gently reminded her of his own experiences. "Remember when we met Bruno of the Elite Four?" he began. "That day, Brock and I ended up doing a bunch of meaningless tasks that didn't really help me become a better trainer."

Misty sighed, recalling the story. "But that experience taught you to trust in your Pokémon, Ash. Isn't that the key to being a Pokémon Master?"

Ash nodded in agreement but added, "True, but there was also the Pokémopolis incident. We got so sidetracked by the mysteries and legends that I barely trained at all during that time."

The memories of these past adventures brought a mix of smiles and thoughtful frowns. Both Ash and Misty understood the value of experiences, but they also knew the importance of focused and dedicated training, especially in preparation for something as significant as the Indigo League.

"Kieran needs challenges, Misty. He needs to be out there, learning from new experiences, facing different trainers," Ash said gently, trying to ease her concerns. "It's how he'll grow, not just as a trainer, but as a person too."

Misty looked down, knowing Ash was right, but the mother in her still wished to keep her son close and safe. She finally nodded, a small smile breaking through. "Okay, you're right. Kieran should train in his own way, just like we did. But that doesn't mean I won't worry about him."

Ash reached out, taking Misty's hand in his own. "We'll both worry, that's part of being parents. But we also need to trust him, just like our parents trusted us."

Misty's eyes lit up with a sudden inspiration. "What about Lorelei on the Sevii Islands?" she suggested, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Ash, a bit surprised by the suggestion, clarified, "Your old mentor? The former Elite Four member? Didn't she retire and become somewhat of a recluse after..."

He trailed off, referring to the well-known public breakup between Lorelei and Lance, an event that had led Lorelei to retreat from the public eye. Since then, she had been living quietly on the Sevii Islands, away from the hustle and bustle of the Pokémon world.

Misty nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly. Lorelei was an incredible trainer and a great mentor. She knows so much about strategy and Ice-type Pokémon. And, well, maybe Kieran can help bring her out of her shell a bit."

Ash considered the idea, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "That could be really good for both of them," he admitted. "Kieran would benefit from her experience, and Lorelei might appreciate having someone eager to learn from her again."

Misty's suggestion was more than just a training opportunity for Kieran; it was a chance to reconnect with a respected figure in the Pokémon community, someone who had chosen solitude over fame. For Kieran, training with Lorelei could provide not only invaluable experience but also insights into a different kind of life shaped by Pokémon.

"Let's talk to Kieran about it," Misty said with a determined nod. "And if he's interested, we can reach out to Lorelei and see if she's open to the idea."

Ash agreed, seeing the potential benefits of such an arrangement. They both knew that training with Lorelei would be a unique and potentially life-changing experience for Kieran, offering him new perspectives and challenges as he prepared for the Indigo League.

As they set the plan in motion, Ash and Misty felt a renewed sense of excitement for their son's journey, knowing that this new chapter could provide him with the growth and challenge he needed to become not just a great Pokémon trainer, but a well-rounded individual with a deep understanding of the Pokémon world.

Upon hearing Misty's suggestion about training in the Sevii Islands under the guidance of her old mentor, Lorelei, Kieran fell into deep thought. The idea of learning from such an experienced and reclusive former Elite Four member was both intriguing and daunting.

As he mulled over the proposal, an idea struck him. Looking up at his parents, he said, "Can I go see Professor Gary Oak and seek his advice as well?"

Ash and Misty exchanged a glance, both nodding in agreement. "Of course," Ash replied, "It's always good to get advice from many different sources. Gary has a lot of experience and a different perspective that might help you decide."

Misty smiled, adding, "Gary's knowledge of Pokémon and their behaviors is extensive. He might offer insights that we haven't considered."

Kieran felt a sense of relief and gratitude. His parents' openness to him seeking advice from others showed their trust in his judgment and their understanding of the importance of varied perspectives in a trainer's journey.

"Thanks, I think it'll help me make a more informed decision," Kieran said, already feeling more confident about his path forward. He knew that whatever advice Gary offered, it would be valuable in shaping his next steps.

With his parents' support, Kieran set out to visit Professor Oak's laboratory, ready to gather as much wisdom and knowledge as he could. This decision-making process was not just about where to train next; it was a significant step in his journey to becoming a well-rounded Pokémon trainer, capable of making thoughtful decisions in the complex world of Pokémon training and battles.

A couple of days later, Kieran found himself back in the familiar surroundings of Pallet Town. The quaintness of the town always brought a sense of calm and nostalgia. As he walked up to his grandmother Delia's house, he noticed Mr. Mime, ever diligent, sweeping the deck outside.

"Hi, Mimey!" Kieran greeted with a warm smile. Mr. Mime paused its sweeping and waved back cheerfully, a mime's silent welcome.

Entering the house, Kieran was greeted by the delightful surprise on his grandmother's face. "Kieran! What a pleasant surprise," Delia exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with joy. "What brings you back to Pallet Town so soon?"

Kieran shared a hug with his grandmother, feeling the comforting embrace of home. "I just wanted to get some advice from Professor Oak about my training. Thought I'd stop by and say hi while I'm here," he replied.

Delia's face beamed with pride and affection. "It's always so lovely to have you back, even if it's just for a little while. Can I get you something to eat or drink?"

Kieran appreciated the warm welcome, feeling the unconditional love and support that only a grandmother could provide. His visits to Delia's house, no matter how brief, were always a cherished part of his visits to Pallet Town. He knew that no matter where his Pokémon journey took him, he would always have a home to return to, filled with love and fond memories.

Kieran wandered through the garden with his grandmother Delia, enjoying the serene environment. Mr. Mime was nearby, tending to the plants with its usual meticulous care. The air was filled with the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of Pidgey, creating a peaceful backdrop to their conversation.

Delia, still spry in her older age, deftly handled the garden tools, her movements practiced and efficient. She glanced at Kieran, noticing the contemplative look on his face. "What exactly are you looking for in your training, Kieran?" she asked, her voice soft yet curious.

Kieran paused, helping her lift some soil into a flowerbed, his hands working automatically as he gathered his thoughts. "I'm trying to figure out whether I should train at home or just... somewhere else. Anywhere else," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Delia continued her gardening, her movements rhythmic and soothing. "Sometimes, the best growth happens when we step out of our comfort zones. But remember, it's not just about the place; it's about what you bring to it – your dedication, your willingness to learn, and your connection with your Pokémon," she advised, her words echoing the wisdom gained from years of experience.

Kieran absorbed her words, finding comfort in the simplicity and truth of her advice. As he pondered, a familiar figure approached the fence line. It was Professor Samuel Oak, leaning on a walking stick, dressed in a simple sweater and jeans. His presence exuded a gentle warmth and intelligence that had always been a part of who he was.

"Ah, Kieran, I was hoping I'd find you here," Professor Oak greeted with a kindly smile. "I heard you were seeking some advice about your training."

Kieran looked up, a sense of relief washing over him. Here was another source of wisdom, someone who had guided countless trainers on their journeys, including his father, Ash. Professor Oak's insights were always invaluable, and Kieran was eager to hear what guidance he might offer for this crucial decision in his Pokémon journey.

Kieran, seeing the familiar face of Professor Oak, couldn't resist asking a question that had been on his mind. "How's retirement been treating you, Professor?" he asked with a curious smile.

Professor Oak let out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing warmly in the garden. "Retirement? I like to think of it as taking it easy," he replied, his eyes twinkling with a mix of mirth and wisdom. "But I'm still committed to my research and travel occasionally when my body allows it."

Delia, standing nearby with her gardening tools, chimed in cheerfully, "And that will still be for a very long time, Professor."

The conversation flowed smoothly, and soon, the topic shifted to Kieran's unique Pokémon. "I heard about your Aqua Breed Tauros, Kieran. Mind if I take a look?" Professor Oak inquired, his interest piqued.

Kieran nodded enthusiastically and released the Tauros. The magnificent creature appeared, its distinct Aqua Breed features immediately catching the professor's attention.

Professor Oak, despite his age, moved around the Tauros with a sprightly step, observing it from various angles. His eyes were those of a seasoned researcher, taking in every detail, his fascination apparent. He carefully examined the Tauros, occasionally reaching out to gently touch its hide or examine its hooves, all the while murmuring observations and notes to himself.

Kieran watched with a sense of pride. It wasn't every day that one's Pokémon caught the interest of a renowned Pokémon Professor like Samuel Oak. The professor's thorough examination and genuine interest were a testament to the unique nature of his Aqua Breed Tauros.

After a few moments, Professor Oak straightened up, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Remarkable," he commented, "It's a splendid specimen, Kieran. This Tauros is an excellent example of the diversity and wonder within the Pokémon world."

Kieran beamed, pleased with the professor's assessment. The moment was a small yet significant validation of his journey as a Pokémon trainer, a journey filled with discoveries and unique experiences.

Kieran made his way to Professor Oak's lab, where he knew he would find Gary deeply immersed in his latest research. As he approached, the lab's familiar sights and sounds brought back memories of his early fascination with Pokémon and their mysterious world.

Upon entering, he stumbled upon a scene that brought a smile to his face: Gary Oak and Goh, engaged in a lively conversation, reminiscing about their adventures during the days of Project Mew. Their animated exchange, filled with laughter and the occasional dramatic gesture, resembled two old war veterans swapping stories of battles and camaraderie.

Sensing his presence, they paused their storytelling. Kieran, feeling slightly awkward for interrupting, began to apologize. Goh, however, quickly waved away his concerns. "No, come in, Kieran! Glad to see your Cinnabar adventure didn't overwhelm you," Goh said with a welcoming smile.

Kieran stepped further into the room, grateful for the warm reception. "Thanks, Goh, and thanks again for your help with securing Pierce," he said, remembering the crucial role Goh had played in apprehending the elusive Team Rocket agent.

Gary, leaning back against a table cluttered with various research paraphernalia, nodded at Kieran. "So, what brings you to the lab today? Looking for some advice on your next steps?"

Kieran nodded, eager to dive into the conversation and share his thoughts and queries. The lab, always a hub of knowledge and discovery, felt like the perfect place to seek guidance and inspiration for the next stage of his journey. As Gary and Goh listened attentively, Kieran began to outline his training plans and the decisions he faced, ready to soak in the wisdom and experiences of two accomplished Pokémon researchers.

Gary listened thoughtfully as Kieran shared his predicament, a knowing smile slowly forming on his face. "You know, Ash and I were in a similar spot after we got our eighth badges. We both came to my grandfather for advice," Gary began, his voice tinged with nostalgia.

Kieran's interest piqued, he leaned in closer. "What did you decide to do after that advice?" he asked eagerly, hoping for some insight that might help him with his decision.

Gary let out a chuckle, a hint of self-deprecation in his tone. "I realized I needed to train on my own, away from home. But remember, I didn't make the top 16 in the Indigo League," he said, his eyes reflecting a mix of memories and lessons learned.

Kieran's expression turned thoughtful, a mix of uncertainty and frustration evident in his eyes. "Why does no one just tell me what to do?" he half-joked, half-exhaled in exasperation.

Gary's smile widened as he placed a reassuring hand on Kieran's shoulder. "Because the whole point is that we offer advice, and you're supposed to use that to make your own decision. And besides," he added with a hint of pride, "you seem to have done rather well on your own as of late."

Kieran absorbed Gary's words, feeling a sense of empowerment. The realization that his journey and decisions were truly his own was both daunting and liberating. He understood that while the advice and experiences of others were valuable, the path he chose needed to be uniquely his, a reflection of his own strengths, weaknesses, and aspirations as a Pokémon trainer.

With a newfound sense of clarity and determination, Kieran thanked Gary for his wisdom. He left the lab that day not with a definitive answer, but with the confidence to trust in his own judgment and to carve out a path that was true to himself. This was the essence of what it meant to be a Pokémon trainer – charting one's course through the vast, unpredictable world of Pokémon.

Kieran's realization that there was one person he hadn't yet sought advice from sparked a new idea in his mind. He pulled out his phone and dialed Skye, his sister. As her face appeared on the screen, Kieran's smile broadened. Seeing her always brought a sense of comfort; her face bore a striking resemblance to their mother's.

Skye's face lit up with joy upon seeing her brother. "Kieran! Are you back in Cerulean City?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth.

"No, I'm still in Pallet Town," Kieran replied. He proceeded to explain how he had been seeking advice from nearly everyone, including Professor Oak, Gary, and even Ash and Misty, about his next steps.

Skye listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "Have you done something that was just you and your Pokémon? Not about training, but something that really bonded you all together?" she inquired, her question probing deeper than mere strategies and training techniques.

Kieran paused, her question making him reflect. He realized that amidst all the training and seeking advice, he hadn't spent much time simply bonding with his Pokémon in a way that wasn't focused on preparation for battles or the Indigo League. It was an aspect he had overlooked, yet it was crucial to developing a deeper connection and understanding with his Pokémon companions.

"You're right, Skye. I've been so caught up in training and advice that I haven't really just spent time with them," Kieran admitted, feeling a bit surprised at this revelation.

Skye nodded, her smile encouraging. "Sometimes, the best way to grow and understand each other isn't through rigorous training but through simply being together, experiencing new things, and creating memories. That bond can make all the difference in your journey."

Kieran took her words to heart, realizing that his relationship with his Pokémon was a vital part of his journey as a trainer. It was about more than just battles and winning; it was about companionship, trust, and mutual growth.

Thanking Skye for her insight, Kieran ended the call with a renewed sense of purpose. He decided to dedicate the coming days to just being with his Pokémon, exploring new places, and enjoying their company. This, he understood, was as important a part of his training as any battle strategy or technique.

As Kieran traversed the familiar path leading to his grandmother Delia's residence, the evening had already taken a deep blue shade, and the quaint lanes of Pallet Town glimmered under the gentle illumination of the streetlights. The darkness of the night was upon him, and he could see that within the homely confines of Delia's abode, darkness prevailed too, evident from the unlit windows, a silent testament to the day's end for those dwelling within.

Upon entering, he was greeted by the stillness of the house, a silence so profound that it was only broken by the barely audible rhythm of Mr. Mime's serene respiration, who had succumbed to slumber in its favored corner of the living space. The sight was a comforting constant for Kieran. As he made his way to the kitchen, his eyes fell upon a note, unmistakably in Delia's familiar and affectionate handwriting, placed thoughtfully on the table next to a plate of food she had lovingly prepared and left for him.

Kieran took his meal amidst the tranquil hush that enveloped the house, a silence that brought with it an enveloping calm and a heartfelt sense of thankfulness for such simple yet profound acts of kindness. Post supper, he took great care to restore the kitchen to its usual state of orderliness, a gesture of deep respect for the meticulousness and love his grandmother invested in this space.

Later, as he settled into the comfort of his own room for the night, the events of the day began to replay in his mind, a montage of dialogues and encounters. The guidance and insights he had received from respected mentors and friends danced in his thoughts, each nugget of wisdom a treasured memento to be pondered upon. However, amidst this cascade of counsel, Kieran understood the criticality of forging a path that was in harmony with his own convictions and those of his Pokémon allies.

In the stillness of the night, punctuated by the distant calls of nocturnal Pokémon that seemed to sing songs of the wild, Kieran delved into profound contemplation. He reflected on the saga that he and his Pokémon had embarked upon, reminiscing over the hurdles they had surmounted, the triumphs they had reveled in, and the unshakeable bond that had been established between them.

And as sleep began to claim him, a lucid insight dawned upon him, cutting through the fog of doubt and indecision. Kieran came to realize that any choice he made going forward had to be a tribute to the trust and camaraderie he shared with his Pokémon comrades. Their odyssey was more than a quest for power in the arena of battle; it was a journey of mutual growth, of empathy, and of braving the myriad facets of life as one invincible league.

Embracing these reflections with a tranquil heart, Kieran surrendered to slumber, poised to navigate the forthcoming leg of his voyage bolstered by the assurance that the affection and kinship of his Pokémon would be the guiding stars on his horizon.

Kieran positioned himself firmly at the forward part of the ferry, the cool and refreshing breeze of the open sea playfully rearranging his dark hair as he made his way to the Sevii Islands. The constant, rhythmic sound of the ocean waves making contact with the side of the boat provided a calming effect, while the wide, uninterrupted view of the ocean's surface extended all around him, seeming to go on without end and capturing his attention with its hypnotic beauty.

His lips curved into a smile when he thought back to the moment he shared his plans with his family. The thought of training on the Sevii Islands had been a significant one, and when he had communicated this to his parents, their faces had lit up with support and encouragement. During that same FaceTime call, even Pikachu had contributed to the moment, showing a delightful and endearing Ketchum peace sign, a signal of solidarity from the world-renowned Pokémon that brought warmth to Kieran's heart.

As Kieran's mind wandered, his eyes lifted to the expansive blue sky above, where he observed a handful of clouds moving slowly across the expanse. It was then that something caught his attention, a fleeting glimmer that seemed to flicker in and out of existence in the distance. This brief and mysterious vision piqued his curiosity; it had the ethereal quality of a Pokémon, yet it vanished as suddenly as it had come into view.

Narrowing his eyes in an attempt to get a better look, Kieran strained his sight in the direction of the strange apparition, but it had disappeared without leaving any clue as to what it might have been. Even with his knowledge of Pokémon, Kieran found himself unable to recognize or clearly identify the mysterious figure. This short and puzzling encounter added an element of intrigue to his voyage, serving as a reminder of the infinite mysteries and secrets that lay hidden within the world of Pokémon, just waiting to be discovered.

Deciding to dismiss the transient vision as possibly a mere play of sunlight on the waves or a figment of his imagination, Kieran redirected his focus toward the distant line where the sky seemed to meet the sea. His thoughts were now dominated by feelings of excitement about what lay ahead—the rigorous training and the novel experiences that were in store for him upon his arrival at the Sevii Islands.