Hello to all those who decided to check out my story!

I hope this isn't a complete let down to Pokémon fans, and of course...

*DISCLAIMER - I do not own Pokémon nor any of the characters in it*

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Ash Ketchum was a human to many of the people he's met. There was Gary Oak, a particular human who he hated, but they somehow managed a semi-stable... 'friendship' throughout their childhoods.

Professor Oak he had eventually met, and was a nice human, Ash had learned quickly; as only he and one other human knew what he truly was.

The other human to know what he was, was his surrogate mother, Delia Ketchum. She was sweet, caring, stern at times, and not like any other mother. Delia had raised him from an egg, which she had found just off the road to Veridian City.

Of course, the only way he could meet a human, his mother had asked, was if he was a human.

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BEEP BEEP BEEP

The alarm went off, the abnormally loud clock making young Ash fling his arm, only to knock it to the ground.

Hearing a cracking noise, he finally opened an eye to see. Ash leaned over the side of the bed, only to find his clock, in pieces.

"Oh man" He muttered.

His eyes drifted over the broken pieces, settling over the timepiece.

It read: 10:48.

Ash's eyes widened, and the Zorua threw himself off his bed.

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A tumbling noise, followed by a flash of light, accompanied Ash down the stairs.

"What in the name of Mew, Ash!" Delia exclaimed from the kitchen. "Please be more careful! Your illusions may be solid, but please don't test it!"

The boy sat up, rubbing the back of his neck, before replacing his Official Pokémon League hat back onto his head.

"Heh, sorry Mom." Ash chuckled. "I'm just really excited for today! I can finally get a starter from Professor Oak!"

Delia laughed, remembering when she, Ash, and Professor Oak had made a deal when Ash was seven, about two years after he had almost perfected human speech.

She looked at the clock, and her eyes widened, lifting Ash to his feet. "Then you better hurry young man, Professor Oak won't have starters all day."

He grinned, wrapping his mother up in a hug. "Alright, mom! I'll see you when I get my first Pokémon!"

Delia smiled, watching as her adopted son ran through the front door, grabbing his backpack as he did.

"At least his illusions are as solid as ever." She said, to nobody in particular, waving until he got out of sight.

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Ash's P.O.V.

When I reached his lab, the deafening noise of cheerleaders were silenced by a severly prideful Gary Oak walking out of his grandfather's lab.

I had known Gary since I was five, when I finally perfected human speech for that age.

My mom never let me reveal myself, because she thought that it might put me in danger.

Gary spotted me among the crowd, and laughed out loud. "Ha! Ashy-boy finally made it!" He walked down, coming face to face with me. "Too bad there aren't any more Pokémon, and I got the best one, a Squirtle!" He sneered, lifting a Pokéball up with a water droplet engraved into it.

I swear I wanted to give him a Slash right there and then.

I barely held back as he pushed his way past me, settling for a glare that might as well of been a Mean Look.

I turned from him and ran into Professor Oak's lab, seeing the old man sitting at his computer.

"Professor Oak!" I said, gaining his attention.

He looked surprised to see me.

"Oh. Hello, Zor-"

"I have a name, you know." Ash said matter-of-factly.

He raised his hands in defense, and chuckled nervously.

"Right, sorry Ash." He stood. "I'm guessing you came here for your first Pokémon!"

The little bit of tension disappeared, and I nodded eagerly. "That's right! Do you have anymore? Gary said that you didn't have any."

"Well, there is one but-"

"I'll take it!" I cut him off.

He flustered. "But you don't even-"

I shook my head. "Nope! So who is it?"

Oak took a breath. "He's a Pikachu. He doesn't like humans, but that shouldn't be a problem with you."

He stepped back, pressing a button on his computer.

I watched as a small pillar came out of the ground, a Pokéball with a lightning bolt engraved on it.

When it stopped, Oak gestured silently towards it.

I stepped forward and picked up the ball. I pressed the little button on the front, releasing the Pikachu onto the table.

The Pokémon stood still, glaring a Razor Wind at me.

I moved my arms to pet him, when Professor Oak said warningly, "Ash, I wouldn't do that if I wer-"

Too late. The Pikachu's cheeks sparked.

The feeling of electricity coursing through my body was instant. I screamed, unaware of the power of the little creature.

Then again, I too, am just a little Pokémon.

I fell over, my form shimmering, before I barely managed to keep it up.

I stood, looking at the Pikachu with wide eyes.

"Awesome! I never knew that's what being shocked is like!"

Pikachu blinked, "You... liked being shocked? You aren't going to hit me?"

I crossed my arms. "I didn't really like it, but it was cool. Also, what kind of monster does one have to be to hit a Pokémon?"

He blinked again. "And you... understand me?" He fixed me with a suspicious glare. "Just what kind of human are you?"

I waved off the question. "I'll answer that later. Right now, I need to show you to my mom."

I lifted the Pokéball, and Pikachu flinched.

"Wait wait wait. Don't put me back. I don't like it in there."

I looked at the ball, understanding how it was like inside.

Granted, I was only in it for like, one minute, but it was enough to leave an imprint.

"Okay..." I said, dropping my arm. "I won't put you in your Pokéball."

I placed it in my backpack. My real backpack.

I said, "Okay, come on." and reached out to pick him up again, but he jumped down and started towards the door.

"Actually, I'll be able to walk. I still don't fully trust you."

I turned to Professor Oak, who asked, "Why didn't you tell him that you're a Pokémon?"

I shrugged. "I'd much rather earn his trust as a trainer first."

Oak nodded, and exclaimed, "Well done, Zor-"

I gave him a look.

"Ash!" He corrected himself, then continued "I'm sure you two will be great friends within the week!" He stated confidently.

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Pikachu had been kind enough to wait for Ash by the front door of the lab. When he walked out, Ash was greeted with the sight if his mother and a few neighbors, all cheering for him.

"Wonder who brought the circus to town?" Pikachu said blandly.

Ash, walking down to greet them, replied defensively, "Show some respect. That's my mom, and a couple of our neighbors."

Pikachu jumped, then started walking behind him. "Right... I already forgot you can understand Pokémon."

They reached the bottom, and Ash's mother greeted him... with a huge hug.

"Ash! I'm so proud of you! Finally going to chase your dream! My son, a Pokémon Master!"

"Mooom! You're embarrassing me!" He said playfully, laughing.

She let him go, before taking off his backpack and unloading the stuff into his arms, ignoring Pikachu's Pokéball.

"...rubber gloves to clean all the clothes I packed you, along with several brushes for your hair, as well as a few of your old books, in case your reading skills get rusty." Delia said, lowering her voice for the last part.

Ash quickly shoved the contents back into the bag, saying, "Mom, I'm a Pokémon Trainer now, and I can take care of myself."

Delia smiled, teary eyed, but then noticed the Pikachu on the ground by Ash's feet. He caught the look and lifted Pikachu into his hands, holding him up.

"This is Pikachu! He's my first Pokémon!" He said, showing his mom.

She gave the Pikachu a look, then said, "It looks kind of weird..."

And he didn't like that, responding with a "I'm weird? Look at your son!", and a blast of electricity to knock everyone on the ground.

"It was just a joke..." Ash puffed out, before falling onto the ground with the rest.

Startlingly, Delia recovered first, noticing the bright flash coming from Ash, and became nervous.

A second later, the flash receded, and, still human, Ash slowly sat up, a ticked off Pikachu next to him, nobody seeming to notice what happened.

"Woah... two in a row? I think that's a new record..." He chuckled.

Oak laughed from behind him, exclaiming, "I guess those rubber gloves your mom packed you will come in handy!"

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