It was evening in a small town called Pallet town, and in the distance you could see the lighted houses where most families were having dinner. But in one house, a woman with brown hair in a ponytail dined alone because her son had been gone for a long time. She had stopped counting the days when he left because when she thought about how long he had been gone, the memories of why he had left returned, and even though she explained the reasons that there was no need to leave, he told her that he had to and that nothing convinced him to stay. He had left the house several times, but she was always sure he would have someone by his side to look after him. This time, however, he set out on his own, despite the protests of his mother and his close friends.
After dinner, she decided to try to clean up the mess her son had in the room. When she entered the room, she saw a lot of clothes on the floor, a broken alarm clock, and a lot of dust. After a period of cleaning, she was just wiping the dust off the shelves when her brown eyes fell on one of the many pictures her son had. In the photo was a man with brown messy hair with a red jacket and a red hat with a white semicircle, carrying on his back a boy identically similar to the Z marks on his cheeks. Delia remembered when this photo was taken. It was his son's fifth birthday. Her husband then came home from work and then brought his son a gift in the form of a set so that he could prepare him for the camp at the time, which his son was looking forward to. Her son was very excited at the time and couldn't wait to show off to his child rival, who was also supposed to go. On the same day, her husband helped her son set up the tent, which they both had a lot of fun until her son fell asleep tired in the tent. After looking at the photo and remembering, she didn't even realize that tears were escaping her eyes. It wasn't until the tears fell on the picture that she realized and quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and out of the picture.
She was washing the dishes when she suddenly heard a knock on the front door. For a moment she thought it was just a dream, because right now no one would want anything at this time. After a few seconds, she heard the knock on the door again, so she decided to find out who it might be. She thought it might have been a professor who had visited like this a few months ago, with her son contacting him that he needed to return one Pokemon, so he decided to give Delia information that her son was OK. After the thought, she was more pleased to find out who might be able to possibly get some information about her son.
When she opened the door, she thought she might faint. Not even a boy stood at the entrance like a man with messy hair, brown eyes, and Z marks on his cheeks and on his shoulder sleeping yellow mouse. Her son Ash and his Pikachu. She thought for a moment that she was going crazy, so she reached out to run her hand over the side of his face. Ash just smiled at her and held her hand.
"A-Ash?" she said in a disbelieving voice.
"Hi mom." he said.
They stared at each other for a moment before Delia recovered and hugged her son tightly.
"You are back. You don't even know how worried I was about you, young man. How much I missed you Ash." she said, hugging her son even harder, as if afraid he might disappear at any time."Both of you" she added to make sure not to offend Pikachu
"I missed you too, Mom." he said as he ran his hand over her brown hair.
"How long is it?" she asked as new tears began to escape. Tears of joy.
"A year and five months." Ash said as he decided to break the hug but not let go of his hands on his mother's shoulders.
"Oh, no. I didn't even wish you for your seventeenth birthday. We have to make you at least have a little birthday party when you're probably not here again on the eighteenth." she said with a smile at the thought of spending all her time with her son as she and Ash entered the house.
"It's not necessary, Mom." he said even though he knew her answer.
"Selfless, even if it's your own birthday. But not this time, you're going to have a little party. And most of all, I don't think you're going anywhere soon with what your clothes look like. What were you doing again?" she asked as she began to walk around Ash to see how it turned out after such a time.
"Mostly always the same as on my travels, I trained, I helped the local pok-" he didn't even have time to finish when he suddenly heard yell behind him.
"CARE TO EXPLAIN THIS?!" Delia shouted, pointing to the back of his jacket, which was torn in five parts of the jacket.
Ash chuckled nervously. "It was from a little adventure I had," he said as Delia looked at him dangerously. "I'll tell you everything that happened to me tomorrow." he added nervously, "I'm tired of the road today and I don't know if I'll stay up long." he said with a yawn.
"Pikaa" added pikachu with cute yawn.
"I hope so." she said in a satisfied voice, "Now go wash, you stink like Garbodor." she added, looking how dirty he was.
"All right and don't worry, I'll tell you everything tomorrow." he said as he ran up the stairs to the next floor.
After a few finutes, Ash came out of the bathroom with a bathrobe and sleeping pikachu in his hands coming to his room.
"I cleaned your room and you have clean clothes there." Delia said from downstairs.
"Thank you mom and good night." he shouted to make sure she heard him.
"Good night" Delia shouted back.
After a while, Delia also went to bed to make sure she would listen to her son's stories for the next day. After all, she was used to stories from his travels, but stories from his training of Mt. Silver were very interesting for her.
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Fanfiction(NO MATURE OR SMUT CONTENT) Are you ready for crazier story about Pokemon than the others? Because that is something you will read in this story. Come and read story about how one moment changed everything for Ash. As his path took darker turn and y...
