Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon so please don't sue me.
Author's note: hi everybody! I originally made this story last year. I got bored so I started writing a story in my notebooks. I wanted my friends to read it so I made up characters, but I based it on pokemon…sort of…now it's about pokemon again. It's a fic with many flashbacks. On the first chapters at least. I usually don't make the characters older, but this time I had no choice.
I'm sorry if I have spelling or grammar mistakes. Enjoy!
Two years before, two years after
Chapter 1- the runaway
TEAM ROCKET'S HQ:
Giovanni sat in his leather chair, tapping with his fingers on the desk nervously. Jessie, James and Meowth stood in front of him, glancing around and waiting for him to talk. After a few minutes, the big boss started speaking. "And which excuse do you lamebrains have for me this time?!" he asked firmly, glaring at them. His Persian growled at them.
"Umm…it's not our fault! It's all because of that twerp!" Jessie answered, not looking directly at her boss. He has every right in the world to be angry. He spent too much money on them, and none of those money-needed plans were successful.
"Twerp? And who is the one you call twerp?" Giovanni asked them in the same firm tone, Leaning backwards.
"His name is Ash Ketchum. He's from the town of Pallet." Answered James. "He's the one that ruining our plans for capturing his Pikachu!"
"Ash Ketchum you said? Well, if that kid was able to defeat two of my teams, he's a good trainer. The kind I need for my team. Consider him as done. Now, leave." He said and turned around with his chair so only the back of it was shown to the three. The three of them left quickly, afraid to stay inside his office any longer.
"What is he going to do with the twerp?" asked James quietly. Jessie and Meowth shrugged.
Another dark foggy day, but for the young boy that sat in his cell, what he thought as his home, every day is like this. Every day was like this in his life since he remembers it and himself. He doesn't care of the things that other children care about, like games, friends and things like that. He cares about other things.
'I wonder what I'll eat today. Who will bring me the food? Maybe I'll get another puzzle today…and why they never let me out to bring food to people'he thought to himself. Suddenly, the cell's door opened. A tall figure covered with a brown cloak entered the cell. The boy couldn't recognize the figure. He only knew it was a woman.
"Oh great! Food!" he exclaimed. "Hey…wait a second…they always bring me food into the cell only by that little hole in the door…maybe…maybe I'll bring food to other people today!" he said with sparkling eyes.
The woman shook her head. "No. Today you are going to be free." She told him.
"Free? I'm free now, don't I?" the boy asked confusedly.
"No, you are not free. Today you are returning to your hometown. You've been trapped in here for two long years. Now come after me, Ash." The woman said and walked out of the cell.
"Ash? But they said…they said my name is Sacha…" he looked to the floor, trying to figure out why that woman called him Ash. That wasn't his name. When he looked up again, the woman wasn't there. He got up and caught up with her. They walked through the narrow hall; the dim lights lit up the way. They made to a small door. The woman opened it and pushed Ash out, throwing a green backpack to him.
"Now run! Run before they'll catch you!" the woman shouted and closed the door. Ash was so confuse, so he did what he always did. Obeyed.
On the other side of the door, the woman removed the cloak to reveal a young woman with red hair. "Do you think we did the right thing?" she asked the man that joined her as she slammed the door.
"I know we did, Jessie. I know we did…" he answered and put his hand on her shoulder to assure it was the right thing to do.
The clouds had a lovely shade of orange that the sun left after it set in the distance. Professor Oak entered the Ketchum residence. A woman around the age of thirty opened the door.
"Oh, hello professor! It's so nice to see you!" Delia said with a smile.
"Nice to see toy too, Delia. I came to see what's up." He said and peeked into the living room. There, he saw Misty sitting on the green couch, staring at the turned off TV. "You know, I think it might help if she would turn the TV on." He said again with a giggle. Delia giggled a bit too. "Is she still doesn't talk?" he asked.
Delia nodded and her happy expression changed to a sad one. "I know something happened to my son, and she's the only one who knows what. I won't find him until she'll tell me, and she isn't going to do this anytime soon…" Delia sighed and turned her gaze to the living room. "I'll take care of her. I suggest you'll go back to your lab. Don't worry. We're okay." She told him and he nodded and left. After closing the door, Delia went to the living room and sat next to Misty. Misty was such a happy young girl to years ago, but since she went with Ash to the market, everything changed. She became sad and never said a word, and Ash never came back.
"Misty, I know it's hard, but you must tell me what happened! It's the only way I can see Ash again! It's the only way you can see Ash again!" Delia said to the young girl. She knew it won't do any good, but maybe there's a chance. Misty's eyes filled with tears as Delia mentioned Ash, and she remembered the thing she so wanted to forget. The thing that happened to years ago…
"This town is so small and the market is so far! Don't you have a short cut or something?"Misty asked Ash as they were on their way back from the market. Ash's mother needed some groceries for dinner, so she asked Ash and Misty to get some. It was dark by now, and home was still pretty far.
"Yes, I have, but I prefer we'd keep on going on the main road. I don't want to cut through there when it's dark." Ash answered her and felt something grabbing him by the arm.
"I don't care! We're going to use that short cut, and we're going to use it now!" Misty yelled at him as she dragged him away. They went through the woods. It was dark and sure enough, they were lost in no time.
"See? I told you we shouldn't go through here in the dark! Now we're lost and it's your fault!" Ash yelled at her. Misty looked down. He was right. She hated it when she's wrong. She wanted to say something back, but when she looked up again she saw a tall man. He stared at Ash with a scary gaze.
"Are you Ash Ketchum?" The man asked.
Ash drew back and stuttered the answer. "Y...yes. Who's asking?" Ash asked the man. The man just snickered and pulled out a gun.
"Come with me, little boy." The man said. Immediately, Ash jumped in front of Misty to protect her in case the man would shoot. The man snickered a bit again and walked closer to Ash. He kicked him in the ribs, causing him to fall to the ground. The man punched him a few more times. Misty turned away so she wouldn't have to see it. When she heard a shot, she shut her ears and fell to her knees. She could feel the tears on her cheeks and she could hear Ash screaming. She heard the man shouting at her.
"If you'll ever tell someone what had happened here, I'll make sure your little friend would die." He told her and the screaming faded away as the man dragged Ash away from the area. Misty ran away as fast as she could. She didn't know the way, but found it somehow. She entered Ash's house crying.
"What happened?!" Delia asked the crying girl as she sped up the stairs. Misty didn't answer.
Misty buried her head in her hands and cried. Delia hugged her, trying to calm her down. "You know, I think you'd better get back to cerulean. Staying here isn't the best thing for you." Delia told her. Misty didn't want to return home. She wanted to stay in Pallet in case Ash would manage to get away, but she also knew Delia was right, so she nodded slowly and went up the stairs to pack. The morning after, she was on the road.
Ash ran as fast as he could. He was in an endless forest, running away from an unknown enemy to an unknown destination. He sonly when he reached a small clearing and sat down on a rock. He opened the backpack the woman gave him. Inside were some food, water and a note. Ash drunk the water and ate some of the food. Afterwards, he pulled out the note and read it out loud: "Ash Ketchum from Pallet town." Ash stared at the note a little more, trying to figure out where this "Pallet town" is. He didn't find the answer. Ash felt tired after his long run. He lied on the green lush grass and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before he fell asleep.
Arrrgh! Where is that damn kid? Mike! Come here right now!" Giovanni called to one of the guards.
"Yes sir?" the short guard walked next to Giovanni.
"Look inside. What do you see?" Giovanni asked him and pointed into the empty cell.
"Umm…nothing?" Mike asked, unsure of what his boss wanted from him.
"Exactly!" Giovanni said angrily and pulled Mike's collar. "Where is Ash?!" he asked and shook Mike.
"I don't know, sir. One of those nicer guards must have freed him! I told you they're dangerous!" Mike said fearfully. Giovanni left him at that and Mike leaned on the ground with a loud thud.
"Get everyone whom has nothing important to do and go search for him! I'll go with you to make sure you won't fail!" Giovanni said and left the room. Mike stood up slowly and dusted himself off before he left, too.
Ash woke up to the sounds of loud voices approaching him. He recognized them.
"Come on! Let's get this Ash!" one of the voices shouted.
'That name again…'Ash thought to himself and stood up immediately. They are the ones that after him. He started running, hoping he'll be in Pallet soon. Wherever it is.
Misty perked up as the sound of footsteps could be heard. She was on the way to her home in Cerulean city. She looked to the direction of the sound and saw someone running in the woods, the figure got close to her and jumped over the bushes and bumped into her. They fell to the ground.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss! I'm just in a hurry. I'm going to…to…" Ash pulled out the note from his pocket and read, "to Pallet". When he looked back at her for an answer, he noticed the young girl staring at him with her mouth open.
"A…Ash?" she asked him. It was the first word she had spoken in two long years.
Author's note: end of chapter one. How many of you laughed/cocked an eyebrow at the name "Sacha"? It's Ash's name in France. I read it somewhere plus I saw it when I was there. I thought that Satoshi as a middle name or whatever is overdone, so I chose Sacha instead.
This fic is similar to some other fanfics, I know. But trust me, it isn't a copy! It's a little different. If it's the same as other fic, then let me know, but I'm pretty sure it's isn't exactly the same. Please review!