Ash Ketchum, Pokemon Master By ZaneT69

Chapter 2

Ash had an amazing and productive life this time around... Ash had worked intensely in preparation for getting his official starter Pokemon. Ash had gotten some of the best scores in history on his test to get his Pokemon Trainers License, much to Gary Oak's jealousy and his grandfather Professor Oak's respect. Ash had immense knowledge of Pokemon training, was a Move Tutor, Psychic; due to his past life, and had the ability to manipulate Aura from his current one. The only problem was that Ash had overslept.

"So you finally decided to show up after all," Professor Oak said with mild disappointment in Ash.

"I couldn't get to sleep, but when I did it was a deep sleep... I had a dream where I defeated Ho-Oh, and the Poke Ball I used to capture it was my Poke Ball shaped alarm clock." Ash said regretfully. "Are there any Pokemon left? Any at all? Or will I need to just use my Gyarados?"

"Well, there is still one left, but I -"

"Professor I'll take it!" Ash said desperately.

"I think I should warn you - There is a problem with this last one."

"If it has behavioral issues then I'll just have to train it to overcome them," Ash replied.

"Well, in that case..." Oak let a Pikachu out of its ball.

"A healthy specimen of Pikachu..." Ash said in observation. "Young and at its cutest stage. I don't see any problems, Professor." Pikachu looked pleased with the praise being directed at it.

"You'll see." Oak said.

"Hello, Pikachu," Ash said politely. Pikachu began mustering up a Thundershock. "No." Ash said firmly, tapping Pikachu on its nose and demonstrating his dominance. "You don't use violence without cause. Only those of lesser intellect or the insecure seeking to look or feel strong do that. If you are either of those two things, then carry on, but if you want to grow stronger then you can come with me. You won't regret it." Ash held out his hand while Pikachu glared at him.

"Pika," Pikachu finally said, taking Ash's hand and then climbing up onto his shoulder.

A very impressed Professor Oak handed Ash his Poke Balls and Pokedex, and Ash left on his journey.

"Oh, Ash I'm so proud of you. You're finally gonna fulfill your dream and it starts with your Pokémon training. But I'm - I'm gonna miss you so much. Oh, my little boy." Ash's mother, Delia, said.

"I packed your sneakers and jeans, nice clean shirts and underwear, and your favorite snacks and some hot chocolate in case you want something hot. But be careful not to burn yourself. And a pair of rubber gloves to do your laundry, and a new clothesline to hang it out to dry -"

"Mom, you're embarrassing me!" Ash said, but he really did appreciate it. Ash's mother was a great person and an amazing mother, he felt truly blessed to have her in his life.

"I understand. Hmm? That's your Pokémon?" Delia asked.

"Yup, a Pikachu," Ash replied.

"Pikachu," Pikachu said.

"I thought all Pokémon stayed inside their Pokéballs. Why doesn't this one?" Delia asked.

"I think he dislikes being confined; he showed signs of discomfort when first let out, so I didn't try putting him back inside it. Plus we need to bond some too." Ash replied, to Professor Oak's approval.