Chapter three: Contradicting his past
Nothing you do for a child is ever wasted.
GARRISON KEILLOR, Leaving Home
Ash watched as she held the red pen steadily between her fingers. She held the tip of ballpoint pen over the letters before ticking beside the answer if it was correct and a giant "x" if not. Sighing Ash accepted his notes. Opening the locks on his binder folder placed his notes one by one.
"I hate that you're my teacher." Speaking boldly. "It's annoying."
Placing her elbows on the table, she rested her chin on her hands. "Well Mr. Ketchum, I quiet enjoy it."
Lazily placing the folder into his bag Ash glanced at his teacher. "Knowing you Iris, yeah you're enjoying this right now." Followed with a sigh, Ash zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder. Adjusting himself on his desk, Ash crossed his arm and leaned back a little. "So you are going to go easy on my grades?"
Putting up a childish laugh, Iris leaned back on her chair with her arms behind her head. "Hell no."
Pushing himself off the seat Ash looked at Iris. She had changed her hairstyle. Her hair was still long; she had her hair back into a ponytail with the top part of her ponytail popping up. The sides curled in a "U" and lead back to her giant ponytail. Iris had a simple white blouse with navy jeans with a pink ribbon wrapped around her waist; the ribbon hanging from the right of her hip. Looking away Ash headed for the door until hearing books crashing on the floor. Turning around Ash had saw Iris had dropped all her notes for her next class.
"Don't worry about me Ash." She fanned her hand at Ash. "Go home. This won't take long."
"A few minutes won't hurt." Bending down Ash placed one of books back onto the desk. Only to be stopped with a photo album.
Iris continued to gather all the lose notes that escaped her folio when she dropped them and pile her text books onto one another. As she stuttered to retrieve them Ash looked at the name of the book. Memories of the Unknown World was what it was written. Filling the cover Ash was greeted with notes. Each page had notes written from different people he had met on his journey.
The book he had lost during the war and only now did it found its way back to him. Ash didn't care how long it was with Iris, what mattered that it was back with him. The book was like a diary but with photos as well. The first page was written by him, aged ten.
Mother suggested I should do what they call 'diary'. I told her I don't need one because I can remember it all in my head but I didn't want to fight with her so I agreed. So do I just write in this thing and talk as if I'm talking to a real person? Well, it won't hurt anyone.
But now that I think about it. Mother seemed so pushy for me to get one, like something bad is going to happen. But I doubt that. After that electric war everyone has learnt from their mistakes. Nothing bad will ever happen again!
Iris finally took a sigh of relief as she placed everything she dropped back into her trolley. Standing up she dusted her and stretched. She even played with her hair to make sure everything was in check while Ash continued to look through his long lost book. The next following photos were his journey in Kanto and Johto with his long travelling companions, Misty and Brock. There were scenes of him jumping in joy and holding his proudly earned gym badges and others were just the three of them posing funny photos.
So Ash just wants me to write a note and place in his whatsocalled diary? Never knew Ash held such a...sensitive item. But I think it's rather cute of him to do so! Anyway Ash, I know I have to stay at the gym now, I don't know if I will be any good but after the words you and Brock told me, I'm sure I'll be the greatest water master there is! Alongside being the strongest gym leader in Kanto.
I know we'll meet somewhere along the road and I'm hoping you'll only get stronger without me. Don't slack off now, you hear me?
Ash could ever head Misty's yelled and ranting voice in his head. He smiled and chuckled at their wonderful times together. Holding his tears back he kept on going.
New region, new poke and new trainers to meet! That's my goal. Yeah, so what if I didn't win the league in Kanto and Johto. I know I'll get it this time here in Hoenn with my new friends, May and Max, And yeah, Brock is here too!
I can't wait to see what this place has in store! Maybe I'll take more photos of this place and show them to Mom when I get back home!
The photos seemed to talk more than the words written. As he flicked more and more into the book the less word he wrote. Simply to the fact he was just too busy and excited travelling and to make up for not writing he just took photos of all the wonderful times he had in his journeys.
Hey Ash I'm not going to say much but make sure we have that battle you promise to me!
Turning her back Iris saw Ash had found the book she was planning to give back to him after checking and marking his results. She wanted to speak as there were many things running through her head. But something within her convinced her to not say anything at all and watch.
"Wow, has it really been that long? Gees, I should really keep count of these things. Well where to start? Oh yeah! Sorry for trying to catch your Pikachu that day. But I'm sure that hasn't been the first time that's happened to you?
I just don't know where to start of saying thanks for being by my side and helping me along the way. Also same to Brock! We should really say thanks to all the meals his cooked for us. Haha.
Well whatever you do next Ash, I'll be supporting you. Don't give up!
Each page he flicked, each sentence his eyes stumbled upon gave more reason for water to build in his eyes. But in the past he had read through his book tears would build up. Tears would always fall whenever he or his past friends would read their old cheery self writing down words of hope and joy. If they only knew that wasn't the case anymore.
Unova came next. Ash read his younger self writing down all the excitement he had to come to Unova and how much pokemon he would catch and make friendship with. Rubbing his eyes to stop the tears Ash browsed through the photos he had with his friends. There were no final words from Cilan or from Iris to what Ash lasted remembered.
"Go to the next page. You'll find I wrote something to you a few years back while on our journey." Iris spoke from behind.
Looking over his shoulder, Ash nodded and did what Iris asked.
Don't you think you're a little old to have these things? Such a kid but whatever. I guess it would be nice to look at these happy times of us together when we are older. Well we had an interesting time together didn't we? I never knew travelling with other people than me would be so much fun! I wish I could relive them all, but I feel so sad that you might never see these words. Where did you go after that Team Rocket operation? I thought you would handle the big boss of TR then when we and Cilan caught up to the place where we were supposed to meet, you were gone.
Your bag, hat and this book was left in your place. I'm surprised they didn't get burnt. The place was burning down from all the attacks we did!
Well whatever that reason is, I'm sure it was a good one! I know you're out there somewhere Ash! Come back to us when you can okay?
Closing the book with a sudden thud made Iris flinched. Placing his hand over the book, Ash spread his fingers as he gazed at the back cover of the book.
"Yet you left them there. As if you knew I would come back for them."
"When you leave something you would always come back for it...eventually." Pulling the handle of her trolley up to her height. "I suggest you make some more wonderful memories in that book. After reading my old entry I saw a new Ash evolving in that book."
Only looking at his friend on the corner of his eyes, "you speak like change is a bad thing." He watched as Iris turned his back at her and heading to the entrance.
"In your case, it was."
The park in the centre of the town seemed the only place that he could see that would pass the time in the less painful way. The same book he had found from Iris stood in front of him. Ash would take simple glances at it before looking at the tree he was under, the sky or the people walking pass.
Ash could remember that night where everything changed.
Sitting down in that building covered in flames, believing to him and to the others that Team Rocket was finally down and he could travel without fools trying to steal his Pikachu. Sitting on the ground, hugging his knees and hiding his face in them, Ash tried to block the smell of blood that was thick in the air. It was so awful.
Everything was going to plan. He told his friends he would go on ahead and take down the leader. With the trust of his friends, Ash pushed on forward. But only to hit a brick wall when he saw the man who was after his pokemon all these years, was nobody but his own father.
His father wasn't missing after all. He was in his backyard after all this time. Ash fell for every word his father spoke. His true happiness was to be with his father and have one in his life. His faded images of his father were now sharpened. Ash could remember the calls of his friends as he turned to where he heard them, turning back was his father, and he was holding his hand to him, asking to join him. And what child wouldn't go with their parent, it seemed only natural that a child would return to where they came from or to the person that looked after them as if they were their own.
Pulling his knees closer to his body, trying to relax his nerves as his mind wondered why. He knew the risks yet he stilled picked his dream over his father. Would another child do the same, Ash didn't know. Ash pretended that the bodies around him were not there, the blood in the air was just some bad perfume and the flames were nothing but his own imagination.
His body shivered when the footsteps of his father came back to him. He was now running away with his father. He was entering into a new world; a world he never knew was possible, a world of crime, drugs and power. Behind the happy side of the world he grew up was something dark and horrible he wished he never got the chance to see.
Ash knew he was right in front of him; he didn't have to look up to see. Somehow Ash just could feel his father's presence. Feeling a soft hand putting his hand in his hair, his father knelt down to him and asked why he was so afraid.
"I'm afraid of the person I'm going to become."
Ash could remember the shocked expression that his father showed that day. Giovanni spoke no more words and helped his son onto his feet and pushing him into his arms for an embrace.
"I am sorry for dragging you into this. It was never meant to get this bad."
It felt like peace was given to Ash, as if a part of him he never knew was missing had finally returned to him. He always dreamed of meeting his father and talking to him of all the wonderful times he had on his journey.
"But I can't back down now." Backing away from the embrace the man looked at his son deeply. "But you do. Now that you've seen me, talked to me and heard my voice. You can go back to the world your mother has raised you in."
Looking back through the flames that continued to engulf the headquarters Giovanni had taken years to make Ash saw, an entrance still open, not blocked by a wall of fire. In the distance stood his old things, his bag pack, his favourite hat and a book where he stored all his memories. Without looking back at his father Ash ran back, leaving his father and returning back to the world Ash loved so much. Watching his son leave from him Giovanni smiled, knowing that he wouldn't have to bring his own son into his mess. Standing up he made his own way.
There was not much time left as Giovanni headed to the helicopter reading to fly off. He could see the driver calling him to hurry as the building that was already mostly in fire would not be able to withstand an object such as a helicopter. Covering his eyes as he made his way the man heard a call.
Ash could remember how dearly he wanted to be with his father. There he held his, not his bag or hat but the simple book he first refused to have. Only a few feet away from his father, Ash continued to hold the book tightly at his chest.
"I want to come with you!" Holding his tears back. "I don't care what world I'll enter but if I have you and Mom with me, I'm sure everything will be okay."
A ten year old, in the eyes of the public was the right age for children to go on their own, capture and befriend pokemon and use them as machines to show their skill and power. Nobody really saw anything wrong with the idea but to the children they did. Not at first but after travelling years on the road, the signs of a child missing their family only became more obvious.
"Call me foolish and an idiot! But I just want to have a dad!"Shaking his head to wipe away his tears. "Is that too selfish of me?"
Giovanni held his hand out without saying a single word. His was still a child in the end of the day and asking for a Dad was something Giovanni never had when he was his son's age. Opening the door to the helicopter, Giovanni waited until his son came up running to him and holding tightly on his hand as both made their way in.
"You called?" Bending his head backward Ash saw a friendly face looking down at him.
"You actually came." Ash watched as Dawn took a seat beside him. "I thought you would be still working."
"I'm sure I can take a few breaks here and there." Looking at her best friend. "I am the leader of the military here in Kanto." Dawn winked.
"Right, forgot about that." Lying on his back Ash closed his eyes. "So when is your lunch break over?"
"In half and hour." Looking at her watch, "Plenty of time." Crossing her view of the old book that was beside Ash, Dawn reached over to make sure her hunch was right.
Opening one eye the boy was surprised Dawn had found her way on his book. Sitting up quickly Ash tried to steal it out of her grasp but nothing worked. Looking at her Ash sighed and went back on his back, looking at the tree above him.
"I'm glad you found this again." Ash heard Dawn speak as she flicked passed another page. Ash saw as Dawn read and smiled over her words she wrote in the book all those years ago. "It brings back wonderful memories." Still smiling Dawn's fingertips gentle crossed over a certain rival. "We really never heard anything from him did we?"
Sitting up he looked at Dawn sincerely. "No we didn't. He was always the isolated one. It was hard from the start."
Dawn closed the book gentle before giving to back to its owner. "I should have known that right?" She sweat dropped. Rubbing her eyes. "Damn, look what small amount of hope does." Chuckling, Dawn stood up and dusted her black knee long skirt.
"Better get that out of your system then." Softly punching the girl on the shoulder. Both teenagers laughed as Ash stretched afterwards. "Don't want to see the leader of the military in tears."
Carelessly touching Ash's cheek with a smile across her face, Dawn replied. "Idiot." Dawn glanced at Ash's bike. "That your ride?"
"Yeah, my new motorbike. Took it ages to get it fixed, got it a few days back."
"Got some attitude." Dawn crossed her arms with a giant teasing glare. "Take my home on that."
"Excuse me?" Ash watched as Dawn looked at him then back at the bike, then back at him. "You might get hurt."
Clenching on his jacket, Dawn brought him closer to her face. "I'm not that weak ten years old that I once was, Ashton."
Dawn pushed aside her hair away from her view as she and Ash drove pass the main high city buildings. Each building was tall that it looked like they never end – the human version of a human staircase to heaven. Dawn took a better view of the city the longer she and Ash drove around. She wrapped her arms around her best friend as they drove down the long freeway of the city. The bluenette looked into the sky and imagined small flying types passing by and calling their name out, but now, nothing was there.
"Republic City." Dawn muttered under her breath. "Such an odd name."
"What do you mean?" Dawn glanced at Ash. He couldn't look at her since he was too focused on the road ahead of them.
"It's just back in our day; each town's name had a meaning. Like Lavender Town, it's a town covered in flowers. Or like Pallet Town, a simple town where everything begins." Looking at the tall cooperated business Dawn continued. "But with this place, the name feels...branded." Dawn quickly held Ash tighter as they Ash began to turn to the road beside him. "What about you Ash?"
Looking to his left and right, Ash turned on the indicator as he turned to the next lane beside him. "I don't really care. A name is a name." Both soon entered into a tunnel. Dawn watched the tunnel lights that were placed on the roof pass her by. "Plus, it's a s**t name anyway."
"Maybe you could ask the mayor to change it." The ex-coordinator suggested.
"I couldn't care less about politics." Ash waited until they were both out of the tunnel before taking another road that led them off the freeway.
"Ah, I guess so." Shrugging her shoulders Dawn glanced back
Ash parked at the curve as both took off their helmets. Ash gazed at Dawn's home. It was very modern and high class. The driveway gate was open and stood on that driveway was two expensive branded cars and a motorbike. Soon Dawn's mother that was planning to get the mail was distracted when she saw her daughter with Ash.
"Ash, is that you?"
With a giant grin the boy waved. "Hey there Mrs Berlitz." Ash looked behind him and saw Dawn was getting off.
"Glad to see you're back early? On a lunch break?" Johanna asked.
"Yeah, I'll just ride my way back later." Turning back on her friend. "Thanks for the ride Ash."
"Ashton." Ash corrected. "That's my full name."
"Ash is much better if you ask me." Dawn winked. Smiling, she turned back to her mother. "I'm going to say hi to Prinplup." Seeing her mother's approval, Dawn went on ahead into the house.
Smiling as he watched Dawn leave and being her cheery self Ash reached for his helmet he had taken off earlier. But Ash was interrupted when Johanna called his name.
"Ash," She began. "Why did you come back into Dawn's life after eight years without a word?"
"I had my own problems to face during that time Mrs Berlitz. I had to fix myself before I could show myself to anyone."
"Fix yourself? Do you think joining a criminal organisation really fixed yourself?"
Ash placed his helmet on his head and raised the glass that kept his eye protected. "I knew the risks back then."
"Ash, he may be your father but you can't keep covering up his mistakes."
Flipping the glass down Ash glared at the woman. "Mrs Johanna, I respect you and I want to keep that but if you're going to insult my father then I would like to end this conversation with you right now." Placing his foot on the pedal, twisting the handle, Ash began to start his bike up once more. "Yes, his a fool but his my dad and I know he cares about me, even though we fight constantly." Looking back at the mother of one, Ash spoke boldly. "But that doesn't give anyone the right to insult him."
Johanna stood shocked with Ash's words as he drove from her. She sighed as she tightened her apron before closing the driveway gates behind her. Fixing her hair the woman looked back at her home.
"He sure has changed a lot in the last eight years."
Annoyed with his conversation with Dawn's mother Ash began to pick up his pace, driving through a few red lights by mistake. Ash even slipped through the cars ahead of him. When he did a few opened their windows and curses at him; but it didn't bother him at all. All he wanted to do was go home and pass the time there. Seeing a woman with long brown hair changed all of that.
"S**t." Clenching on the brake, Ash pulled and caused his bike to turn harshly to the left and just stopping at her feet. Looking up he noticed it was the same woman from the bus.
"What the f**k are you trying to do?" She snapped. "Can't you read the bloody speed limit?"
Ash questioned how he got attracted to this woman on the bus a week ago. He sighed as he roughly took off his helmet and dropped on onto his feet.
"B***h please." Putting on an arrogant attitude on. "Look where you are going firstly then cross the road when there is nobody using it." Ash emphasised.
Greeted with a slap on the face the woman replied. "Don't act as if you own the road!" She pouted and looked at his face. This caused her to only be fuelled with more anger. "You're that horrible guy from the bus!"
Rolling his eyes Ash looked up the sky. "God hates me." He mumbled.
"I can't believe I ran into you again! This is b*******t!"
Ash watched as the woman went on a tantrum. "Yup, he does." Picking up his helmet, Ash placed it on him before starting his bike up once more. The woman turned around and noticed Ash was already on his way.
"Hey, hey!" She yelled. "Come back here, I'm not finish with you yet!"
But it was no use. He was gone.
Ash placed his hand on the doorknob before twisting it and pushing the door forward and letting himself in. To his surprise his brother, Silver was there and looking like he was leaving. Looking over his shoulder, outside showed the sun was setting. Ash didn't know what would convince his brother to leave now, where most shops were closing.
"Silver!" Ash heard his father yell. "I don't understand why you have to leave now." Appearing from the corner Giovanni was surprised to see Ash. "Oh, you're here too." Turning his attention to Silver. "A trader isn't that a hard job. You're not always in demand."
"Says the man that sat in his chair while his men did all the hard work for him." Throwing his bag over his shoulder. "I'm going. Can't stand this place."
"But Silver!" Silver heard his mother call him. "At least have dinner with us." Holding her hands together Delia begged. "It's been a long time since we all ate together." Delia glanced at Ash. "Ash doesn't normally come home this early so it's normally just me and your father."
Both brothers looked at one another before breaking off. "I just came home early because I have a report to write for work." Ash explained. "But a dinner would be nice."
"F-Fine." Dropping his bag onto the floor Silver placed his hand into his pockets. "What's for dinner ma?"
Delia smiled as she ran and both embraced her sons. "Anything you want. I'll make it."
The boys sat at the giant oval shaped dinner table. In the middle were roses and candles as the centrepiece while expensive plates and cutlery with wine glasses stood in front of the chairs. Giovanni sat and read his notes while both brothers sat and did their own thing.
"What report are you writing for the company Ash?" Giovanni started. "Is it something I should worry."
"Just the annual financial report." His son replied as his played with the spoon between his fingers. "Just going to get everyone's findings and put them into one."
"And you Silver?"
"Just going to make sure we are getting all our shipments here on time." The red head spoke as he poured a glass of red wine into his glass. "Don't want them to be late." Taking a slip the boy sat up. "I'll be right back, I'm going to help Mom."
Returning to his notes Giovanni pushed his reading glasses to the bridge of his nose. "Since when did you like helping your mother?"
Silver put on an annoyed looked on his face at his father. "Since when were my moves in this household interrogated?"
"You act like you haven't live here." Ash answered as he scrolled down his notifications on his smartphone. "Since when were our movement not interrogated?"
"He has a point." Silver spoke in disgust before taking his leave.
Giovanni waited as his older son left the room before angrily throwing his notes on the table. "You got an issue with me?"
"Yeah, have been for a long time." Ash answered while still replying to comments on his social media account. "Want me to start naming them?"
"If I only knew you would be this ignorant then I wouldn't let you come with me all those years ago!"
"Are you regretting that I'm your son?" Closing the app Ash placed his phone onto the table. "Because no matter how stupid you are I will never regret the day I came with you and help you with your plans." Pausing, "then everything went wrong, causing everyone I love to be taken from me and then learning to survive on my own."
"I didn't like losing you in that war Ash." Giovanni explained. "I thought you were dead."
"Maybe it was better if I was." Ash stared at his father before turning to fill his glass with red wine. "Why didn't you come and find me?"
"I did. You and Silver." Giovanni sighed as he fixed his notes he harshly threw on the table earlier. "You and Silver worked so well together until you both discovered you were both my sons." Placing his notes back into his folder Giovanni continued. "But you didn't have to go yelling at your mother because you didn't know you had an older brother."
"I know I shouldn't have done that." Ash gazed at the red liquid in his glass deeply. "But I was so confused at that time. I lost so many friends; either from death or anger and to add the fact I had a brother was too much. When I was younger I thought that if I ever found out that I had a brother I would be happy but, that wasn't the case."
"But are you glad that he is your brother?"
Looking up at his father, Ash was lost for words. He couldn't narrow it down to what he felt towards his brother. He never grew up with him but he was the first person that he came across when he lost most his friends. Silver helped him to his feet and protected him when their lives were on the line. Yet both shared his neutral relationship that Ash knew that both he and Silver could not explain with words.
"It's always nice to have another person in the family that cares for you."
"Dinner is ready!" Delia cheered from the top of her voice while holding a casserole of soup. "There is also some roast in the oven; Silver is just taking it out." Both boys gazed at Delia's ability to cook meals so quickly.
"How the hell does Mother cook so fast?"
"I left with my Father today. It was rather unexpected. But I felt like I had to go with him and I'm glad Dad didn't reject me. Now Mom has moved with us in Unova. We live in a typical family house. It's not small but it's not that big either. Dad says we have to hide for a while and I can't show my pokemon out for a while. He says I have to save them up for "the big surprise." I wonder what that could be?"
"Some towns are now being unstable; well that is what I saw on the news today. Everyone is in a panic and is uncertain about their future. Every day I hear people taking their own lives because they're so scared but why should they? They have a family loving them so why should they still be scared? I mean I am I little but with Dad and Mom I don't think I have a reason too. Dad says the big surprise is coming. We are heading back to Kanto."
"I had to pretend I was dead today. Dad told me. I could see all my friends there crying and grieving over 'my' body. I really wanted to hug them all and say that wasn't me but I didn't want to disappoint my Dad and make all the work we did go to waste. But I think as I was leaving I think May saw me and was calling me name. She was crying. And so was I."
"Do you think I should have gone back and say something to her?"
Pikachu's ear spiked up when he heard his master's sudden words. Opening his eyes he saw Ash was by his side all the time as he slept. Both of his ears rose when he saw the book he thought his master had lost so many years ago. Ash was reading and scanning each photo and word slowly before turning to the next page.
"Maybe I should have said sorry."
Pikachu stretched as he hopped onto his trainer's shoulder as he read what his trainer was reading.
"Pi, pi Pikachu."
"Would everything still turn this way?"
With a sad expression Pikachu hopped off his trainers shoulder and moved Ash's hands off the paper before closing the book. The little mouse then looked up.
"There are times where I can't help myself." rubbing his eyes Ash put on a fake grin and patted Pikachu. "Go back to sleep buddy. I'll be fine."
Looking with uncertainty Pikachu followed as he returned to his sleeping position. Ash soon opened the book as he reached out for his pen placed on his desk. Sitting down and turning on the table lamp, Ash brought pen to paper.
"I finally found this book again. Well Iris did. I have no idea how but it doesn't matter. I'm reading every page and not missing a single detail like my life depended on it. I never knew that what I thought was happy memories were really filled with sadness when the time came. I hope someday I can look at them with a smile once more."
Dropping his pen Ash closed the book once more. Looking at it before shoving it away and rested his head on his arms that acted as his pillow. Ash hid his head in between refusing to look up. He only looked up when his phone began to call. Reaching out, the screen continued to flash light and Brock's name at his face. Answering the call Ash placed his phone against his ears.
"Hello?" Ash began. "Brock?"
On the other end the boy could hear the phone drop onto the ground, luckily the phone did not break and the conversation still continued. Small sounds of a women crying soon followed.
"It-it's really him." The woman sobbed.
The young trainer felt like crying after hearing who the voice was. There was no doubt it was her, Misty.
"Mis-Misty?" Taking a pause Ash continued. "Thank goodness, you're alright."
The young red head crawled into a corner with the phone just touching her toes. Her hands embracing herself with water in her eyes. She looked at the object with such fear. She softly pushed the plastic object with her toes cautiously.
"Why are you here?"
Misty stared at the name printed on Brock's phone. It was not the same letters that gave Ash's name. It printed Ashton Ketchum. "Why are you Ashton now?" Misty's voice was weak, raspy and full of fear. "What did you do to my Ash!" She snapped.
"I haven't changed." Misty heard from the other end.
"Liar!" She screamed. "You're not the same person I loved! You're not the same person that broke my heart!"
Rushing sounds of footsteps started to come through on Ash's end. A sound of the door being slammed against the wall with muttering from doctors following, but Misty's scream still stood out the loudest. Ash could hear somebody picking up the phone and he knew that the man calling his name now was Brock. Taking the phone away from his ear Ash immediately disconnected the call.
Placing the phone softly on his desk he ran his fingers through his hair before placing them on his thighs. Afterwards he pulled his legs up to the chair and was just able to fit them. Wrapping his arms around them Ash buried his face into his knees.
He always hated when somebody else was right.