I had some free time today, so I decided to do something different! This idea just randomly popped up in my head when I was playing Pokemon pearl, and I didn't have school today.
This is just an experiment, really. I'll continue it if people like it :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Nintendo does.
6 years ago...
''Mom! I'm ten! I'm ten! I'm ten!'' I yelled excitedly, jumping up and down on my seat.
Delia Ketchum chuckled. ''You've grown so much, sweetie!'' She was cooking up breakfast, making my favorite cereal.
''I can finally be a trainer, mom!'' I fisted the air. ''I'll be the best that no one ever was!''
''Oh, Ash,'' She smiled kindly, serving me a heaping bowl of corn cereal. ''You remind me so much of your father. I just wish he was here to see you.''
''He's not my father!'' I yelled. ''He left us for his stupid Pokemon journey! He's never even taken care of us even once! He abandoned you, mom!''
''To be a trainer. Just like you, Ash.'' Delia said softly. I could see where this conversation is headed.
''I'm not like him. I never will be.'' I shook my head. ''I'll always visit you every week! I'll never forget you!''
''That's what your father said too.'' Delia took the empty bowl and started cleaning it.
''Mom...'' I whispered. She turned around, wiping tears from her eyes.
''Just try to be safe, Ash.'' She hugged me tightly. ''And don't forget your underwear!''
''I will if there's a pretty girl around. Which means I always wear my underwear at home!'' Ash said.
''Hmph. Just keep that sharp tongue of yours trimmed.'' She hugged me one last time. ''Be safe, Ash! I love you!''
I sprinted towards the door, and grabbed my red cap. It was lying on a coat hanger, dusty and discolored. I brushed it and put it on. ''Bye, mom!''
And I waved goodbye for the last time, stepping into the grassy meadow, the breeze wafting in the scent of dandelions.
''The very best.'' I whispered to myself, before running off to Professor Oak's lab.
''Professor Oak?'' I called out, winding my way down the maze of pipes and giant tubes. The lab was enormous. Giant test tubes were leaning on the steel walls, glowing slightly. Shelves of Pokeballs lined the interior, which pretty much looked like a library.
''Hello?'' He was supposed to be here, dammit. Always chastising me and reminding me to come here on time. Looks like he didn't keep his end of the bargain.
''Right here, Ash!'' A voice pierced the silence. A hand popped out of nowhere, gesturing me to follow. I took a wrench lying around on the floor, just in case.
''Ah, Ash! What good timing! And as omnipotent as ever,'' Professor Oak congratulated me, clapping me on the back. I was shocked until he wrenched my wrench(wrenchception) from my hands, and stuck it into a metal canister of some sort, with three separate disks.
''Um...what are you doing?'' I asked. He was still wearing that same lab coat, and I think it hasn't seen the inside of a washing machine yet. His goggles flopped around on his neck, and he wore that lopsided smile I grew to endear.
He smacked the side of the canister, and it shuddered. ''I'm making a compact Pokeball holder!'' He announced proudly. ''My lab is too full with Pokeballs! I need a more efficient way of storing them!''
''How long have you been working on it?'' I asked anyway, even though I roughly knew the answer.
''3 hours, give or take.'' He shrugged. Yeah, he's a brilliant genius. Ask him to make ice cream that will never melt, and he'll make an ice cream that will regenerate itself. I'm not even kidding. Maybe that's why he's one of the most respected Professors in the world.
''I assume you're here to be a Pokemon trainer?'' He said, twisting the middle disk. The whole canister opened to some kind of briefcase with velvet padding in it.
''Yeah! I'm ten!'' I yelled. ''I can finally be a trainer! I'm so excited!''
''I'm sure you are.'' He shook with mirth. ''Hey, where's your parents? Aren't they supposed to be with you?''
I stopped smiling. ''They're busy.'' Me and my mom never really told anyone about my dad. Not even Professor Oak.
''Well, it's a shame.'' Professor Oak shook his head.
''You're damn right it is.'' I muttered under my breath.
''What was that?''
''Nothing!'' I snapped my fingers. ''So where's my Pokemon?''
''Not so fast, sport!'' He laughed. ''You need to register yourself first!''
To be an official Pokemon trainer, you need to register to the Pokemon trainers list. It keeps track of all trainers, and is managed by a top secret group of scientists.
''Sure.'' I shrugged. ''Where is it?''
He pointed to a table with a touch screen interface. ''Put your index on the table, and it will register you.''
I eagerly placed my finger on the table, watching as it analyzed my fingerprint. A holographic card appeared above the table, with my picture on it.
''All done, Ash?'' Professor Oak lumbered to me, carrying the canister, but stopped dead in his tracks. He gaped at the card, his mouth trying to form words.
''Professor Oak?'' I asked. ''Is something wrong?''
He dropped the canister, and it clanged on the cold cement floor, making a dull rattle around the lab. He edged forward, and snatched the card.
''DNA comparison between Ash Ketchum and Renegade.'' He commanded, throwing the card at the table. It spun before turning green and merging with another card, that didn't have any picture on it.
''What's going on?'' I grabbed his shoulder. ''What's happening!''
Sweat dripped from his brows, and he hurriedly wiped them away. ''Ash...if the test results are positive...''
I wanted to ask what's going on, but the table blinked with green light.
''Analysis complete. Both DNA structures have the exact same Y chromosomes.''
He whirled to me, trembling. ''You...you're his son?!'' He exclaimed, raising a shaky finger at me.
''What is happening!'' I demanded. ''Who's son!''
''Renegade.'' He whispered. ''Oh no, Delia!''
''Delia? Mom?!'' I ran out of the lab and onto the streets. ''MOM!''
We live really close to the lab, about a minute away. I burst through the front door, where mom was already packing her bag.
''What's happening!'' I cried. She hugged me tightly. ''I think it's something about your dad. But we can't stay here anymore, the police will be onto us! Professor Oak already warned me, so I packed up as quickly as I can!''
''O-Okay!'' I whimpered, and she kissed my forehead.
''Be strong, Ash. For me.'' She gave me a sad smile, then gestured to the door. ''Let's go!''
We ran out of the house, and made our way past the clearing, into the forest. It was a maze of rotting trees and overgrown clumps of bushes. It would be the perfect spot to hide, if the police didn't come so quickly.
''Halt!'' A voice boomed from a megaphone. I turned to see a dozen police cars racing towards us at top speed. ''You are being detained! Cease your escape now!''
''They're here!'' She yelped. ''Ash, I want you to listen carefully. Hide, and never come for me. Okay?'' She stared at me with intense eyes.
I nodded, and she hugged me. ''Go!'' I scampered off to behind a bush, watching as the police cars surrounded her in a circle.
''You are under arrest, Ma'm!'' An officer yelled, stepping outside his car. ''Put your hands up!''
Delia did so, and the rest of the officers all exited, their pistols trained on her.
''On your knees.'' Delia complied, and one officer held her.
''We have information that you are related to Renegade,'' The officer continued. ''Come with us to the station.''
She nodded slowly, and they were about to leave when an officer said ''Wait! I saw someone else with her!''
''I was alone!'' Delia pleaded, but the officer ignored her. He raised his pistol and slowly inched forward to me. I held my breath as he got closer. One more step, and he'll find me!
''NO!'' Delia screamed, breaking free from her bonds and tackling the officer. They both tumbled to the ground, and Delia wrestled for the pistol.
Then, she gasped, and touched her chest. The pistol shot already gave me enough clues. A dark spot appeared from her chest, staining her shirt. She mumbled something and fell forward, eyes glazed.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry so badly, but I held it. I wouldn't let mom die for nothing.
''Dammit, why did you do that, Jones!'' Someone yelled. Jones turned to him, his eyes cold and emotionless.
''She was a threat to my colleague.'' Jones simply said. ''I did what I needed to do.''
''And killed a vital suspect.''
Jones shrugged, and scanned the forest. Our eyes met, and I swore I will never forget his face. He spat on mom's body, then walked to his car. ''Let's go.''
When there was no one around, I rushed to mom. She was trembling, and wheezing in pain.
''Mom!'' I cried, leaning on her chest. ''I'm sorry! I could have done more!''
She placed a finger on my nose. ''No...''
I leaned forward, just as the first drops of rain began to fall around us. She strained to make any sound, and her lips moved noiselessly. She gasped and placed a bloodred hand on my shoulder.
''The best...that you ever was...'' She whispered, before she slumped back to the ground, dead.
''MOM!'' I cried, hugging her body. The rain was soaking me everywhere, drenching me along with my sadness and grief. I heard a soft crunch behind me, and turned to see Professor Oak shake his head sadly.
''I'm sorry, Ash.'' He said.
''Don't be.'' I wiped the tears from my eyes. ''Dad's the one to blame. Screw him, screw everything about him!''
''Ash-''
''It wasn't enough to abandon me and mom. It just wasn't. So what did he do? He took my mom's life.'' Bitterness crept into my voice.
''It's in the past. We have to move on. I have a spare bed at home,'' Professor Oak offered, but I shook my head.
''No. I need to survive on my own, be the best that ever was.'' I lowered my head. And I sprinted off into the forest.
''Ash!'' Professor Oak called, but I was already into the heart of the forest, stopping on a fallen log.
''I'll be the best. The best there ever was.'' I whispered to myself. ''The best assassin.''
And my next target is Renegade.
I have no idea what the last part is supposed to mean, but it sounded really badass, so I couldn't resist XD
Like I said, experiment. XD