After months of lurking in the shipping forums, I've finally gotten mustered enough courage and time to post my shipping fic here. I'm practically a nobody in the shipping forums, but I still love to ship.
This is my first attempt at a fic, and its not going to be the best. I realise that. Just, try to be nice, and give constructive comments.
Lol, note. I like Pearlshipping most. ;]
Not much shipping in the first chapter, just some intro.
The Mentor (Pearl and Advanceshipping) PG-13
A young Pokemon trainer named Ash, faces the many challenges and trials of a pokemon trainer, teaching and guiding others along the way. But what happens when the biggest challenge of his life so far comes through two girls?
A Cup of Delight, Five Cups of Fright
It was a quiet day in the Kanto region. A young raven-haired boy was lying on the grass, alone yet again, fresh from completing yet another adventure in the wild world of Pokemon. A small yellow mouse, half-asleep, was the first pokemon he had partnered, and they had been inseparable buddies ever since. The sun shone in the boy’s face, forcing him to adjust his cap a bit.
The young man in question had just finished traveling through the Sinnoh Region, along with his spiky haired friend and pokemon breeder, Brock, and a blue-haired, excitable coordinator named Dawn. All three friends had gone their separate ways after the completion of the Sinnoh League, but all had promised to keep in touch. Though both missed by the boy, he knew that he had more adventures to face in the future, with new friends, and new pokemon.
Stopping by in his old hometown called Pallet, the young man had greeted his loving and supporting mother, Delia Ketchum, cheerful as always, as well as his mentor, Professor Samuel Oak, world-renowned Pokemon expert. The small greetings, and short discussions, lasted quite a while, and soon afterward, left, ready for yet another adventure around the wonderful world of pokemon.
Here in this world, his world, filled with hundreds and hundreds of different kinds of pokemon, some as big as the largest skyscrapers, some as tiny as the smallest rodents, the world of pokemon had no end. The world, filled with mysteries, waiting to be discovered, with so many different people and pokemon waiting to be met.
That is the boy's main motivation to travel and train with his pokemon. So many things he had yet to see, so many places left to explore, so many pokemon to catch and befriend; there was just no way to stop the boy's journey for mastery of all pokemon.
Though a far-fetched dream, the adolescent had never given up on it, and had never rejected an opprotunity to help fulfill his dreams.
Though he may seem reckless at times, he knew he wouldn't be true to himself if he had thought things out. In fact, it was this impulsive actioning that had saved the world numerous times.
Though already being fourteen years old, and having traveled through so many places, he had yet to outgrow some of the immaturity he had when he had barely started out, unable to comprehend pretty much anything. Though one thing would never change, no matter how old, how mature or how long he'd have traveled, he would always fight the last fight, always go the extra mile, and always try to do the right thing.
He would never give up. He would never give up on all that he worked for. His name was Ash Ketchum, and he had a dream. And he was never going to be stopped.
Told of a brand new league located nearby the Orange Islands, Ash stormed his way to the ferry area. In complete relaxation in a nearby Pallet field, Ash had completely forgotten about the ship he had to be on in 10 minutes. With Pikachu by his side, Ash could only hope that he would make it in time. Taking a quick glance at the ticket, he saw that he had to be on boat seven, destination, Orange Islands. From there, he would take a short bus ride to the nearby league Pokemon Center. Darn it. Its nearly seven. How long was that nap I had taken anyway. I could have sworn it was at least two o’clock last time I had checked.
Out of breath, Ash and Pikachu had finally arrived at the local ferry service. A large pokeball clock, and simple signs reading the basic details of which ferry was to go where, and their schedules. Quickly heading to the ferry seven, Ash had just realized he had thirty seconds to get onboard. Making it to the entrance Ash tried to give the man at the gate his ticket.
“Look at the clock, sir.”
The clock read, 7:01. Just one minute. Where they really that strict about the time? Its not like they leave EXACTLY at seven.
“Um, its just one minute. And it doesn’t leave in about 15 minutes. Can’t you make an exception? I need to get to that league” Ash pleaded with the man. He hated waiting, especially with a new adventure awaiting him.
“No.” The man barely moved, not even looking at the boy. His blue eyes not moving, and his uniform being moved around by a slight breeze. “You’re late. Boarding time is over. Goodbye boy.” The man seemed intent on not letting anyone on board anymore.
“Please sir? I really need to go.” Not very true, as there were still a few months until the league had started. But he had really needed to get there.
“No. Boarding time is over.”
"Please? Pretty please? With the little sugar on top?" Ash sounding a little desperate, but he wasn't going to give up without trying.
"I have a medical condition! I have, the... Chickenpox!" Ash, picking the only sickness he had actually known.
"Try the medical center." The man, sensing the boy's intentions.
This had gone on and on, with Ash making up every excuse he could think of, including one of his sick grandmother, and some toe fungus, until the man had threatened to call security. At that Ash was just about give up and pay for another ticket for a different time, but was stopped by an elderly man's strong grip, probably a year or two older than Professor Oak. He wore an eye patch, and a pirate’s hat. He looked like quite the odd man.
“John, let this poor boy in. He’s visibly got something very important to get to, and we wouldn’t want to stop him, would we?” The man seemed to be playing games with the guard. The man revealed a sword, under the huge blue coat, covering most of his body and pointed the tip of the sword right at John. Ash could barely contain his laughter, but feared the reaction of the huge guard as well as the man with the sword.
“But sir, he’s late. He's way past boarding time.” The man desperately tried to stand his ground against the elderly man.
“He wouldn’t be this late if you had not held him up in the first place? Anyways, there’s still plenty of time.” The elderly man had started to get a little impatient that the man wouldn't follow. Poking the sword a little closer, the elder was a little impatient.
Knowing better than to anger his boss, the guard reluctantly let Ash go through to the ferry, surprisingly followed by the elder man and his walking stick.
“Um, sir, just a small question. Who are you?” Ash was a little surprised that a total stranger had helped him, not even knowing his name.
“Arr, I’m a pirate.” The man seemed to be speaking in a very forced accent, undetected by Ash. “ I sail the seven seas, and take large ships just like this. You seem fairly built. You ever think of the pirate business?” The man was just acting plain childish, and thought he could have gotten some laughs. The teenager’s answer was more than he expected though.
Ash, oblivious to the sarcasm, replied in a very fearful man. "Nonono. Just don’t hurt me. I have to take care of Pikachu, my pokemon, and my mom can’t just be left alone. Please don’t hurt me." Pikachu, dropped down in embarrassment at his owner’s density.
Captain Ben raised his eyebrow and put his sword back in his coat. “Can't you detect sarcasm or tricks, boy? Nah, I’m just playing with you. I’m Capt. Ben. Owner of the ferries run around here. I just play with the older kids, to brighten up their day. Too many sad people coming here, leaving their friends and family. ” The captain proudly exclaimed directly. As the captain removed his coat, Ash could finally get a good glimpse at him.
Ben was quite the odd individual. Though in his fourties, Ben still had the appearance of a relatively young man. Owning an impressive physique, Ben still looked able to perform basic tasks, without much difficulty. Sporting a light-colored t-shirt, and dark blue jeans, Ben was visibly not a pirate. His jet-black hair, with a slight tint of white, messy and mainly covered by a small, old fashioned seaman's hat, and his impressive build, one wouldn’t have guessed he was anywhere older than thirty. A gray beard lay unshaved on his face, kept there, mainly due to his forgetting nature, and his slight liking to it.
“Nice meeting you and all captain, but I think the ferry’s about to leave. Unless, you’re going along of course.” A loud horn, that had signaled there were thirty seconds before departure, had been sounded off quite loudly in Ash’s ear. Ash, in a way hoped he would join him The older man was quite nice, in his opinion. Strange, yeah but a bit nice. It would have been much nicer to have at least known someone in the fairly small ship.
“Nah, I’ve got some business to run in Viridian. Well, I’m off.” The old man, with surprising agility, made his way off the boat, and signaled the crew members that they could leave.
The boat, just about ready to leave, has its last way off boat taken down by the on-shore crew members, and the boat begins its long trip through the seas. A slight sea breeze blew by Ash and Pikachu, as they waved goodbye to Capt. Ben, taking in the scent of the sea.
“Good evening passengers, this is your captain speaking. The time now is approximately seven thirty at night, local time, and we will arrive at the destination at approximately one thirty AM, Hoenn time. I hope you’ll all have a good and safe trip to Littleroot town, and have a good night.”
Ash awoke on a bench, surrounded by, judging by their clothing, crew members. Smelly ones at that. Laying his head back on the bench, Ash listened to the older men speak.
“Ah, the boy’s finally awake. Call his pretty little friend. I’m sure she’s going to be relieved.” The largest man there shouted. One small man, responded quickly and ran out, supposedly to get Ash’s companion.
“Friend? What friend?” Ash knew he hadn’t brought anyone along. Well, except for Pikachu, yawning slightly on top of Ash. The little Pikachu seemed a bit scared for it's trainer's sake as well as cold, shivering a little. Ash quickly placed his hat on his Pikachu, to keep it warm. The yellow mouse squeeked in relief.
The atmosphere of the room seemed very unwelcoming, what with ten or so muscular men inside of it. “What happened?” Ash felt quite confused. The last thing he remembered was the words, Littleroot and night.
“You passed out a bit there young lad. This is the first-aid office. I’m Doctor Cook, head of first aid” He pointed towards himself, showing a fair-skinned man, sporting glasses and a strange mustache. “This is Georgie” he said ,pointing at the largest man in the room. “The nurse, and my assistant”
“And the rest of these men, are the crew members of this ferry. Crew, meet Ash Ketchum.” The other men uncharacteristically squealed in their shock of seeing such a famous trainer onboard their ship and started gathering around him for his autograph. Even Georgie was a bit interested, trying to get a better look at the boy.
A worried voice was heard over the seamen’s chatter about what had happened to him.
“Ash, are you all right?”
Ash couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think he’d be seeing her anytime soon. Let alone on his trip to wherever this boat was headed to.
A cliffhanger, except since this is a shipping fic, with a very specific shipping, you'll probably already have guessed who it will be. ;]