Here it is, another lame AaMayL fic from me. This was requested by a fellow user, but don't expect me to live up to your expectation; I'm not exactly good at fullfilling requests. Do not enjoy, thank you.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Rating: PG, but the worst here is a non-casualty accident.
About two years before his Pokemon journey, Ash Ketchum wasn't exactly aiming to be a Pokemon Master, yet. In fact, he already had a title as a Master; the "troublemaking Master".
Together with then best-friend Gary Oak, the two would cause so many headaches to the residents of Pallet Town. Strangely enough, their respective guardians(Delia Ketchum and Professor Samuel Oak) never once attempt to reprimand the two.
Playing pranks is what these two mainly engage in, but they never do deliberately hurt someone. Until now, that is...
Ash jumped halfway down the stairs when he heard the doorbell ring. "I'll be going, Mom!" he called out to his mother, while grabbing his "gear" off a shoe closet. The gear consists of: a green baseball cap with a blue lining, a red bandana, and what many not-so-affectionately call "bag of tricks".
The eight-year-old opened the door to reveal his friend Gary. "Come on, Ash, I've got something neat to show you."
As Ash closed the front door behind him, he followed Gary out of their front yard. "Hey, Gary, I thought you'd have your hands full since you grandpa would be having guests."
"Hah!" was the retort. "Entertaining guests would be too boring for me. I'd rather show you that 'thing' I promised."
The other boy grinned broadly. Whatever Gary wanted to show his best friend, Ash was eagerly waiting for to see. He tucked his red bandana out of his right pocket, where it always was in his clothes, and followed Gary down the road.
The two boys ran the short distance between their houses. At the corral of his grandfather's laboratory, Gary was extra careful as not to alert anyone inside the house of their presence. He and Ash snuck into the corral, where many of the inhabitant Pokemon are still sleeping due to the time of day.
But that was not before Ash spotted someone walking out the back door of the Oak Labs to the corral. Gary pulled Ash towards a rock as they hid from the newcomer. "Oh, man, it's the little girl with the people Gramps met with earlier! I don't want her to see us!"
The two boys evaded the girl, and onto the deeper section of the corral. However, try as they might, they're no Solid Snake, as the little girl spotted them just as they ducked behind the trees. The section in question was a special field where three very rare Pokemon species make their home.
Before they can get a closer look, however, a small voice from behind them made the two boys literally jump. "Hi. What are you doing?"
Ash and Gary turned around to see that the girl from earlier has followed them there. The latter of the two boys was quite annoyed by her sudden appearance, but Ash wasn't quite mutual. "Hi. My friend here is about to show me some rare species of Pokemon. Want to come along?" he added, much to Gary's annoyance.
"Su- sure," the girl said nervously.
There both Ash and the girl were astonished as to what they saw there.
The three species in question nest their respective families in three corners of the field, making a sort of imaginary triangle. The south corner houses two dark-green four-legged dinosaurs with what is like a large palm tree on each of their backs. The northeast corner belongs to turtle-like Pokemon with two white cannon-like devices protruding from their large shells. The last corner, the northwest, is home to a couple of orange dragon-like Pokemon with large wings and a flame on the tip of each tail. All three pairs of Pokemon, and their respective pre-evolution families, are asleep.
"Gramps told me that they are some of the most powerful species of Pokemon," Gary told Ash. "Luck would have it that their pre-evolutions are those selected by the League as the Pokemon trainers can start out with. And that one," he added, pointing to the larger of the two, the male, dragon, "is the very Pokemon Gramps started out with when he was still a trainer. He also told me that one is the most difficult to raise of all of them."
"Huh, that's surely not the Pokemon I want when I start my Pokemon journey," Ash thought out loud. "What about you, Gary? What Pokemon do you want to use out of all three of them?"
"Easy. I'll be picking the most powerful, which is that one, of course," Gary said, pointing to the large turtle. Then, a grin appearing in his face, he added, "What do you say to a dare, Ash? Are you brave enough to close in on that dragon they call, Charizard?"
"Hu- huh, what?" Ash stuttered. "You want me to-"
Gary slapped his friend in the back. "Hey, don't worry. Charizard are only threatened by enemies they think are worthy enough to fight. Gramps' Charizard wouldn't hurt you even if you come close! I just want to see if you're even brave enough to take that risk!"
"I don't know, it might be dangerous," the girl voiced her notion.
"Hey, you're just here to watch, okay? So not another word," Gary said.
Ash swallowed hard, as Gary pushed him out of their hiding place. He slowly and silently approached the northwest corner of the area, where Professor Oak's Charizard rests. The three Pokemon are, fortunately for Ash, sound asleep. But still, the boy feels uneasy about the dare Gary set on him. As Ash closed in, the lone offspring of the Charizard woke up, and it immediately caught Ash's attention.
For a few seconds, the two could only stare each other in the eyes, blinking alternatively. Gary slapped his forehead. 'What is he doing, just standing there? If he doesn't hurry, Gramps' Charizard might wake up as well!'
Sure enough, the Charmander waking up has alerted the presence of an intruder to its parents. 'Oh, no, that could be trouble,' Gary thought, fearful of what might happen next.
"Please, I hope nothing bad happens," the girl whispered, her fists clenched in nervousness.
With only parental instincts going through their heads, the Charizard advanced slowly on Ash, thinking the latter would take away their offspring. Ash chose to run back to his hiding spot. Along the way, a small set of smoke bombs from his bag of tricks were accidentally dropped from his poket. The black pellets exploded upon hitting the ground, covering the whole area in smoke.
Thanks to that distraction, Ash was able to get to safety. But things turn from bad to worse. Alarmed by the presence of such "attack", both Charizard were enraged. Flamethrowers ensue, and soon the forested area is now in flames.
Luckily, the commotion was heard from the lab, and several people rushed to the scene before the fire could spread further. Heading this operation is none other than Professor Oak himself.
"Blastoise, quick, use Hydro Pump on the fire!" Oak commanded his turtle Pokemon. The Pokemon stood up, and aimed its water cannons at the burning trees. A powerful spray of water hosed down the fire, killing it immediately. The corral was saved.
But the professor easily saw his other Pokemon, the Charizard, is still in a rage. He pulled out a Pokeball from his belt, and called from it a yellow-brown Pokemon. "Raichu, use Thunder Wave to subdue Charizard."
Raichu emitted electric sparks from its body, and released them onto the two Charizard. The latter Pokemon were paralysed by the attack, and Oak was able to approach them safely. "What happened, old friend? What made you attack for no reason?"
As if to answer his question, two shapes emerged from the blackened trees. They are Gary and Ash, and the latter is carrying the little girl on his back. All three are blackened by the fire, coughing and wheezing, but otherwise fine. The girl has Ash's lucky bandana wrapped around her forehead as a torniquet. The professor, his guests and lab assistants flanking him, quickly ran over to them. "Gary! Ash! What are you two doing here?"
"Sorry, Gramps, but I swear," Gary said roughly between coughs, managed to say, "we didn't do anything, I promise!"
Grandfather and -son stared each other in the eyes without blinking, and the former thought then that the latter was telling the truth. A hand on both boys' shoulders, he turned to his assistants. "Someone please call Mrs. Ketchum and tell her to come here, her son might be hurt."
One of his assistants ran back to the lab to do the errand. One of Professor Oak's guests, a man in his mid-20s, approached Ash, or more likely, the girl riding his back. The man lifted the girl off Ash, and turned to him. "What did you do to her? Is she-"
"Now, Norman, don't worry," Oak consoled his friend. "Ash must have saved her from the fire. Instead of being angry, you should be thanking him."
"You're right," the man known as Norman said. Turning back to Ash, he said, "I'm sorry, and thank you, for saving my daughter." The older man relieved Ash of the girl, gently carrying her in his arms.
"Wait, Dad," the girl whispered. She took the red bandana off her head, and started to hand it back to Ash, but he declined.
Ash grinned broadly, and, in Gary's opinion, stupidly. "Keep it. It's my good luck charm, and I think you could use it."
The girl clutched the bandana in her hands, and softly whispered, "Thank you."
---IN PRESENT TIME---
"Heh, the next day I wanted to see that peculiar Charmander again, but Professor Oak told me that he was already given away to a trainer. I was quite disappointed at that." Ash's thoughts trailed off for a moment only to find out that his listeners are getting impatient.
"And so, what about the girl?" Dawn asked.
"And so, what about her?" Ash asked, knowing that Dawn doesn't know he's finished. "I don't know what happened to her after that. Her family left without a word the next day."
"Somehow, I don't believe you, Ash. I think that you have already met the girl again!" Dawn crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow.
Ash put up his hands in defense. But he chose not to answer Dawn's question. "Okay, Gary and I never spoke to each other again since that incident. We also stopped being headaches to the town. We still felt guilty that we were the ones responsible for the fire, and that's when we became rivals for the first time. That's all, I promise!"
Dawn still doesn't believe her friend. Luckily for Ash Brock was there to break up the conversation short. "Come on, you two, it's getting late. We'd better get to sleep if we ever want to reach Veilstone City in the morning."
While Dawn walked to her orange tent, annoyed, Ash stole a slight glance at his oldest friend. "Thanks," he whispered to Brock.
"Don't mention it. Besides, I think I already know which girl you're talking about, Ash." Raising an eyebrow plus a smirk, he added, "Red bandana, huh?"
Ash scratched his head and grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. Was it that obvious?"
Brock's smirk went even wider. "Man, Ash, all I can say is, I wish I was luckier in that department than you are." Leaning closer, he asked, "How come you didn't tell her when you had the chance?"
Ash's expression turned from bad to worse. "You don't know how much I regret that now."
Brock placed a sympathetic arm around his friend. "You'll get another chance. You're bound to see her when our journey here in Sinnoh is over, right?"
"Yeah, you're right, Brock." Stifling a yawn, he said to everyone, "Let's all hit the hay, everyone!" This was followed by a groan from every single Pokemon that was crowded around Ash, all except for Turtwig, who was already half-asleep by then. Like Dawn they want to hear the rest of the story. "Oh, come on, you guys, we have to be fresh if we are ever to reach Veilstone, right?"
Disappointed, the Pokemon trudged to the large blanket where they would be sleeping. Ash followed them, whilst carrying a sleeping Turtwig, to make sure that the Pokemon indeed went to sleep. He then lay his own sleeping bag right next to the Pokemon, close to a sleeping Chimchar and Pikachu.
"By the way, Ash," Brock added, crawling into his own sleeping bag, "the Charmander you were talking about, you don't think it's-"
In a mountainous portion of Johto, a mountain that bears the silhouette of a very familiar Pokemon, stood still. It was just early morning in that region, so the whole area was quiet. That silence, however, was broken by a very, VERY loud sneeze.
Not only did all residents of the mountain wake up, but the sneeze was followed by a powerful Flamethrower shot straight upwards. In the distance, the flame was like a volcano's eruption.
"Nah, it can't be, Brock. Good night."
"Good night, Ash." Brock turned in his sleep, and soon snores could be heard from his sleeping bag. Ash, however, remained awake, staring at the half-moon in the sky above.
"Maybe I will tell her when we meet again, I promise."
---Elsewhere, back in Johto again---
Olivine City's Pokemon Center is teeming with activity. This is dues to the fact that there's a Contest that will be held there the next day. One of the said event's participants is May. As of now, she's wearing her Emerald-themed clothes.
As May handed her Pokeballs to Nurse Joy for pre-contest treatment, she turned around to face two of her rivals.
"Well, your friends aren't here to back you up now, May," the taller of the two sneeringly said, "so you'd better prepare yourself when you lose."
May clenched her fists. "I'm not going to lose, especially not to you, Harley. And my friends will never leave me. Even if we're apart, I know that they are out there somewhere, supporting me."
The remark only annoyed Harley. The other boy only smirked. "That's the spirit, May," he said in a tone that only he can hear.
Before any of the two could speak further, May walked away. Out of sight of her rivals, she pulled her fanny pack from behind her, and took out a red bandana. It was the same one she used to wear on her journey. 'Ash, I know that you would always be cheering for me, wherever you are, right?'
I guess you can say it's random here as well, but there are a few points here that I managed to point out as I expected. Once again, I say, DO NOT ENJOY.