《Pokémon High》Ash's Dreamland(Part 1)
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Ash was sitting under the shade of an old Oak tree, enjoying the crisp wind. "Pika?" His partner Pikachu said concerned for it's trainer.
Ash looked at his only Pokemon and rubbed it's head causing it to coo in delight. Ash smiled at his partner who he thought more of a family member then anything else. Seeing his partner always made him feel better no matter the situation, and he was sure Pikachu felt the same.
Ash laid back on the soft grass, and watched the tree shift in the wind. The sunlight perfectly peeped through the canopy of the tree, turning reality into a dream. Ash covered his eyes with his arms, and ended up falling into his own dream.
"Satoshi, Satoshi. It's time to get up."
Before he opened his eyes, the voice left. He slowly opened his eyes to find he was in his room. "Huh?" He asked in confusion. It wasn't burned down, everything was here. His T.V., his Snorlax beanbag, his wooden dresser, desk, and hangers. All of it was there.
Ash thought he might of accidently fallen under a Darkrai's bad dream ability, but it seem like a bad dream. At least not yet.
He got out of bed with groggy eyes. He shuffled his way to the door, rubbing his eyes. He looked around, his eyes were a little more awake now, to find everything seemed taller then he remembered. Ash went under his shirt to scratch his chest when he realized, his pajamas were bigger then usual as well.
Ash quickly went to mirror to examine himself. When he looked in the mirror he nearly screamed. He was short. He looked like he was about 8 years old. 'What's going on? Is this real? Of course it's not, but how come it feels so real?' Ash thought.
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"Satoshi! Are you up yet?!" Came a familiar male voice. He gasped. There were only two people in this entire world that called him 'Satoshi'. His brothers. He quickly rushed the door, and opened it find one of his brothers standing there impatiently. His black hair, his red vest, black under shirt, his red and white hat, his jeans; it all seemed so real to Ash. His brother was standing there. His brother, the one and only...Red Ketchum.
Ash was about ready to cry in Red's arm, but before he was able to he began to speak. "Where you planning to sleep all day? Hurry up and get ready."
Ash shook out of hisshock and asked, "Get ready for what?"
Red sighed. "Of course you forgot." He mumbled, then his expression changed to that enthusiastic smiled that Ash had missed so much. "You're coming with us to train for the Pokemon league."
Ash remembered the day his brothers came back from getting their 8 gym badges. Red and his other brother were one year apart, but the other brother wanted to wait until Red was old enough to travel with him. Ash envied them because they were older then him, but he also looked up to them. Now he was going to watch them train. This was the best day of his life.
"So hurry up and get breakfast." He said pointing down the stairs. Ash nodded with the biggest smile on his face. He ran down the stairs to find his biggest brother already sitting at the table. His black hair, blue undershirt, blue scarf, black jacket, black gloves, gray hip hop pants, and black shoes were just as realistic as Red.
He changed his attention to Ash and said, "Well are you going to stand there all day? Come and eat." He smiled at Ash gesturing for him to sit down at the table. Ash nodded and sat into he chair across from his brother's. 'Just like how we used to.' Ash thought happily.
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Ash's feet barely touched the ground, making Ash realize how much he's grown in the past 8 years. Ash then heard footsteps heading down the stairs. Red peeked his head in the kitchen door way and asked, "Alain, have you seen my pin?" Red pointed to his hat apon his head that usually had a pokeball symbol on it, but the hat was without one making it look bare.
"No. Did you check your bed stand? You usually leave it there." Ash's brother Alain suggested.
"No I haven't. Thanks." Red ran back up the stairs, into his bed room to find his missing pin. Alain turned his attention towards Ash who was about to take a bit of his chocolate chip pancakes that were set out for him before he got there. "Are you excited?"
"Mhm." Ash nodded happily while placing syrup filled pancake back on the plate. Alain smiled at Ash and turned his attention towards one of pokeball that he held in his hands.
After a while Ash finished his pancakes and realized that everyone was here except... his mom. "Um where's mom?" Ash asked.
"She's working at the restaurant." Red said in a 'duh' voice. After Ash had gotten dressed he ran back down stairs to find Red, and Alain waiting for him. "Ready to go?" Asked Alain. Ash checked of had his backpack that his brother Red packed for him. "I think so."
"Well then let's go. No time to waste." Red said before walking out the door. Alain ran after him then Ash sprinted after them.
Ash struggled to keep up with them. They were so much taller and they have also been traveling for a year now, so it made sense.
They walked into the forest that surrounded their home town, and continued walking. It's been an hour since they left and Ash was beginning to wonder if Red, and Alian knew where they were going.
Finally they got to a clearing and they stopped. "Are you sure it's here?" Red asked.
"Yeah." Alian reassured Red.
"Then I guess he's late. So like him."
"Who?" Ash asked.
"You'll see." Red said with a big smile on his face.
...
They waited for about half an hour until Ash heard footsteps coming their way. Ash perked up to find someone coming out of the dark forest that surrounded them. Ash saw a boy that had black hair, a white and black hat facing backwards with yellow goggles, gold eyes, red sweetshirt with white pockets, and collor, yellow shorts with black running down the sides, and was holding a fishing rod.
"Finally." Red complained.
"Sorry." The boy said noticing Ash. "Is that your brother?"
"Yep." Said Red shutting his eyes, and smiling as he gestured towards Ash.
"Oh man he looks just like you, Red." The boy said in amazement.
Red walked up to Ash, and said, "Ash, this is Gold. He's a friend of mine that me and Alain had met during our travels."
Ash bowed to Gold. Gold grew a little tint realizing Ash's maners. "N-no need to bow." He said a little embaressed. "So should we get to training?" Gold said determenly to Red, and Alain.
"Yeah!." Red, and Alain said in sync.
To be contiued.
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