Pokémon Rewritten Memories: Kanto

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"Dialogue"

'Thoughts'

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The sun slowly ascended on the horizon, illuminating the small town of Pallet. A Dodrio could be seen, preparing for its morning call. Today was a monumental day for a couple of lucky children. Not every day you get your first Pokémon after all.

In one household, a young boy was dreaming of eternal glory. He dreamt of becoming the best Pokémon master. The boy stirred in his sleep, a lock of his black hair popping out from beneath the quilt, almost ready to wake up.

"Ash! Are you up yet?" A concerned voice could be heard along with a set of anxious footsteps.

The boy slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked confused. "Where am I?"

"Ash Ketchum, you will be late for your Pokémon journey!"

'Ash Ketchum?' He went to the bathroom and saw a familiar face reflecting in the mirror. Black hair, brown eyes and a goofy filled with naivety face. This could only mean one thing. He unknowingly, after falling to sleep, transmigrated into Ash's body.

After a few minutes of silence, he raised his head, which contained a wide blooming smile. He had achieved what many had dreamed of before: landing in the world of pocket monsters. Filled with excitement, he ran downstairs, only to see his mother, who was not so impressed with his tardiness.

"You have five minutes to get to Professor Oak's laboratory. I'd run if I were you." Her motherly smile seemed like a threat. He'd need to watch himself more when around her.

"Yes, Mom. I'm going, I'm going." Ash quickly strapped on his shoes and ran out.

"Thank you, Arceus, that I have the memories of Ash. Otherwise, I'd be in deep shit. Big time." He huffed, scaling the hilly roads of Pallet

After a couple of minutes of running, he noticed the laboratory at the top of a hill. With newfound strength, he ran even faster than before. As he got closer he could see a roofless limo, parked at the gate of the laboratory. His childhood rival, Gary, was sitting in the car, surrounded by young women.

'Yeah, a ten-year-old child hanging out with older women doesn't scream child endangerment at all.' Ash mused to himself.

"What's up, Ashy boy. You snooze, you lose," Gary mocked Ash.

"A king doesn't have to be on time. His subjects await him," Ash said, sticking his tongue out.

"A king? It seems someone is delusional," Gary remarked.

"Yes, Gary, he is!" His entourage agreed.

"And you're using your grandfather's influence and boasting as if you ever accomplished anything by yourself. Now make way. Loitering is unbecoming of a professor's grandchild." Ash smirked at the shocked look on Gary's face.

Before Gary could blow up, Ash entered the white halls of the laboratory. After a couple of turns he found the main office. Professor Oak was already waiting there for him in front of a machine with three Poké Balls lying on it.

"Hello, Ash. It was unexpected that you of all people would be late on this special occasion." He remarked

"My alarm clock broke last night. I probably knocked it over when I was trashing in bed like a Gyarados." Ash answered.

"Either way, since you're here, it means that you're ready for your adventure. Although, after seeing your clothes, I have to disagree with that conclusion." Oak winked.

"My pajamas? It's a new look. Hopefully it'll catch on, or I'll feel foolish." Ash jokingly replied, flexing his bicep.

"He, he. Quite my boy. Come on then, choose your Pokémon." Oak motioned the boy to come closer to the device.

"But aren't the starters already accounted for?" Ash asked.

"Oh yes. Silly me. It seems there aren't any more Pokémon left." The professor scratched his head in embarrassment.

"And how does that work? Didn't you know that there would be more than three trainers beforehand?" Ash scrutinized the man before him.

The professor, sweating, tried to change the topic.

"Ah yes. There is one more Pokémon. However, it's a rather tricky one indeed."

A Pokéball with a thunderbolt rose from a hidden compartment in the table. The professor picked it up and released the Pokémon; it turned out to be a Pikachu.

"Chu?" The electric mouse looked around and wasn't happy with what it saw. One suspicious Old man

and a strangely looking youth.

"Wow, a Pikachu. And from what I see, it also has an attitude. Are you sure you didn't kidnap this one at the last second?" Ash asked with a wry smile.

Oak comically fell on the floor after those words.

"I'd be grateful if you didn't spread accusations like this one. Thank you very much."

"Chu, chu!" Pikachu laughed at the antics of the two humans before it. Inwardly a little surprised how the boy guess was not too far off.

"Well then." Ash walked up to the Pokémon. "Will you give me the honor of becoming my first friend on my road to greatness?" Ash asked with confidence showing on his face.

"Pikachu?" It sized Ash up and almost laughed at his appearance. It thought that it should scorch the little runt. However, when it saw the eyes filled with determination, it resonated with it. Maybe it should give him a chance. It can always run away later.

"Pika!" Pikachu nodded its head in agreement.

Oak was flabbergasted at how quickly it agreed. It's probably deceiving them.

"Ok, Pikachu. Are you ready to leave?" Ash asked.

Pikachu leapt onto his shoulder and motioned with its tail to make a move on. With no objections from the Professor the newly established duo made their leave.

As Ash left the laboratory, he saw a crowd forming at the gate. He noticed his mother standing at the front, chatting with other housewives.

"What's up with the welcome party, Mom?"

"Well, we couldn't just let you go without saying goodbye." Dalia Ketchum reasoned.

"But I wanted to go back home anyway. I have to change after all. And I want to have your cooking at least one more time." He hugged his mom.

"Ah, yes. Why didn't I think of that? Let's go back home." She chuckled aong with her friends, who found Ash's behaviour endearing.

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One breakfast and a change of clothes later, Ash, with Pikachu, were on the road, marching towards the route leading to Viridian City. The quaint town landscape smoothly changed to an open field. Flower petals were dancing in the fresh bout of spring breeze. The sun was working its way in the sky, illumitating everthing below it. The meadows were overtaken with colorful flowers.

"You know we could have saved that food for later. There was no need to glutton up. Unless you had an idea of running away." Pikachu was standing on Ash's right shoulder, burping from time to time.

The casual remark made Pikachu sweat.

"Ha, ha. Don't worry. I was just joking. Although, now you've made me wonder about your intentions." He smiled wryly., rubbing the naughty Pokemon's head.

"Pika..."

A couple of hours later, they had reached a fairly open field, no buildings in sight for at least a couple of miles. Many bird-type Pokémon could be seen in the grass, searching for food. Ash started looking around for a Spearow. A specific one with an attitude that left alone would bite him in the ass down on the road.

"I'm going to need your help, Pikachu. I'm keeping my eye open for a Spearow with a life sentence in the making."

"Pika pii?"

"I know they're all crazy. But this one has thrown the nuts out with the wrench. Oh, there it is. Look over there." Ash crouched on the ground and pointed in front of him.

Curious, Pikachu looked in the direction as well. There, it saw a slapable face. Yeah, that birdbrain was going to get it. The carefully duo closed in on the Pokémon, keeping as much quiet as it was possible.

"Pikachu, first use Thunderwave and finish with a Tackle. I'll catch that little bugger, before it can call for its buddies." Ash gave his sign, and the mouse hopped into action.

"Pika chuuuu!" After Pikachu paralyzed and pummeled the bird from the side, Ash quickly threw a Pokéball. Three nervous twitches later, and the bird was caught.

"Ha ha. Nice job, Pikachu! High-five!" Ash reached his open hand to Pikachu, while it held its tail up. Suddenly, a shock transferred to Ash. After comically falling on his back and puffing a cloud of smoke, Ash asked, "Why?" Pikachu helplessly shrugged. Unfortunately for them, the ruckus alerted all the bird Pokémon in the near vicinity.

"Run, Pikachu, now. Towards the river."

Ash quickly grabbed the Pokéball with Spearow and began his sprint, with Pikachu running closely behind. The birds nosedived, attacking the pair by pecking them. Seeing Pikachu not handling it well, he took it into his hands. Pikachu looked at him with shock, grateful for the unexpected gesture. Not too long into the escape the river finally showed up, and Ash immediately jumped into it. The strong current took both of them for a joyride downstream.

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"It's a good day for fishing. Will I catch a majestic Seadra? Or maybe a handsome Golduck, kyah." Hearts appeared in the girl's eyes just thinking about the possibilities.

"Here, my patented Misty bobber will give me the catch I deserve. Hiyah!" And she swung her fishing rod towards the river.

"Now we wait." Her concentration hit peak levels, and the tension in the air could be cut with a knife.

"Why isn't anything biting!?" Misty was getting frustrated. Over two hours of grueling silence, and still nothing to show.

"Maybe there's some problem with the bait?" When she tried reeling back in the line, something had pulled the bobber back into the water.

"Finally! Come here, you handsome piece of...boy?" A black-haired boy was fished out by her.

"Hey, are you alright?" she asked. "Please wake up! I don't want to do CPR on you!" Her head was a mess.

The boy started to cough up water and began taking deep breaths.

"Well, this isn't going as expected. Right, Pikachu?"

"Pika pii." It said, with tiredness audible in its voice.

"Are you both okay?" Ash turned his head and saw a familiar face.

"Why hello, precious. Thank you for saving us." Ash winked, and immediately his head hurt.

"I'll give you precious, you dumbass." Steam was blowing from her fist.

"Have you seen a flock of angry birds?" Ash asked.

"No, why?" she replied.

"Well, we might have picked up a fight with them, so... run?" Ash said while scratching his head. Pikachu's ears twitched.

"Pika, pika chu!" it cried.

"Yeah, better run. I'll borrow your bike to lead them away from here. Thanks, bye!" Ash took Misty's bike and scrambled away with Pikachu, leaving behind a very flustered redhead.

Screeches finally reached Ash's ears as he ran for his life.

"They're really persistent. Look over there, Pikachu! A thunder cloud. That's our only chance. Get ready!"

"Pika pika!"

Rain started to pour down intensely. Lightning marred the dark gray clouds with lines of white. The birds flew lower as if afraid of the thunder. However, they still continued their pursuit, closely gaining on the runaway duo. Ash was pedaling with all his might. Unfortunately, the front wheel got caught in a pothole, causing Ash to lose his balance. He tumbled off the bike and landed on the muddy road. Pikachu was quickly surrounded by the raging birds. Ash rushed forward, standing in harm's way without fear in his eyes.

"Pika?" It couldn't believe that the human didn't abandon it. Finding strength within itself, it slowly stood up. Sparks jumped chaotically from its cheeks. It made a leap of faith. First to Ash's shoulder and then to the sky, surrounding itself with even more electricity.

"Pi, ka, chuu!" A glorious Thunder shot towards the sky, frying the birds in the process. It was raining Spearows and Pidgeys.

It seemed that because of Pikachu, the energy in the clouds dispersed much faster than it should have, causing the storm to fizzle ou. Ash went up to Pikachu, who was lying on the ground. He took it into his arms and rubbed the Pokémon's head.

"Thank you, Pikachu. You don't even know how much this means to me. But I also could have lost you." Tears started falling from his eyes.

"Pikachu weakly said, 'Chu,' while licking Ash's face.

Suddenly, a regal cry reached their ears. They looked towards the sky. A magnificent Pokémon with golden flares accompanying its huge body cut through the tumultous clouds. With each stroke of its wings the rainbow behind shined with even greater squawk chased the clouds away. The legendary bird, Ho-Oh, was heading in the direction Ash presumed was Johto. Quickly, he took out his Pokédex and took a photo to commemorate this once-in-a-lifetime moment. Suddenly, he saw something falling from the sky, heading straight towards him.

"Is that what I think it is?" Ash was brimming with excitement as a rainbow feather landed in his hands.

"Pika?" it asked.

"Yes. This is a promise to meet again." He couldn't help but grin.

"Pika pika."

"Let's go, Pikachu. I'm taking you to a Pokémon Center."

Ash caught a couple of the fallen Pidgeys and Spearows. He'd send them later to his mom. At least they'd help keep the insects away from the garden.