Many-many years passed when Ash Ketchum's grandson become a pokemon trainer. What adventures are waiting for him!
Grandsons and Grandfathers
Part 2
There are no more elephants, oh, Fanpies
– Dear grandpa, I understand, certainly, – Flay declared after he had seen the backpack that his grandfather had been collecting for him all the night, – that you don't want me to repeat your mistakes, but I can't leave with this backpack even Pallet town, I doubt even, that I can leave this house with it.
The grandfather has kept in the background and put the backpack on the floor:
– But as without tent, boiler and biotoilet …
Yes, the boy still never slept at open-air and doesn't eat food as in "The Survival", the programm running on the TV. Though, if it is necessary than nothing else to do! If the tent will be carried in the pokeball, as well as all the trainers pokemon, then it would be possible to think of such a comfort. The same concerned also to the supertoilet, and many other very important things.
– It would be necessary to invent pokeballs for the vital subjects, – the grandson noticed.
– It is impossible, – the grandfather, who all his life watched novelties of poketechnics, disappointedly answered.
The grandson sat in an armchair and turned out all that was at the backpack on floor. There was everything useful. To choose there articles of the prime necessity, it would be necessary to call madam Cinderella, who will all the night be selecting above all the thrown out things. Flay was too disappointed:
– Grandfather, I understand, that you wanted as better but if I choose the things I need, I'll be late to professor Oak.
– All right, all right, I shall take off not so important things, go while to the professor, – the grandfather kindly told.
The child, waited this important point in his life, joyfully jumped up, pulled the summer jacket and fast ran off from the house. Two small Pikachus: a boy and a girl, – sat on the threshold and looked after him. "Happy idiot!" – probably they thought.
And Flay reached Oak's laboratory in the meantime. The Lab wasn't too far from the Ketchums house. The small dark-haired goggle-eyed boy was met by professor's assistance, a girl of about seventeen years old with pink, as if strawberry ice-cream, hair. Flay saw three drawn blue, golden and ruby pokeballs on her white dressing gown, that for anyone educated in pokeworld meant: champion of Kanto-Johto-Hoenn.
– Hello! – The girl greeted the child, – we are glad to see the young generation in laboratory of Mr. Harry Oak.
– Thanks a lot, Flay Ketchum, 10 years old. – The boy introduced himself.
– You may pass. Your turn number is 23. – The assistance told, after looking to the writing-book.
"How long …" – Flay thought, but he was only the person, not the superpokemon, who could operate all the events in his life. Flay with impatience sat in a corridor and continually fidgeted on a chair. Other children mown at him, sitting in turn, but Flay wasn't interested at them. Pokemon, starting pokemon, only this was now interesting for Ash Ketchum's grandson.
The boy at nervousness scratched his knees by his own hands, rumpled a jacket, sat on a chair together with his legs…
– Stop! – The girl sitting on 24 turns told him suddenly.
– I can't. – Flay muttered gloomy and looked at her.
She, as against all children who came today to the laboratory, was quiet, as if it was the usual day from her life, as if her first pokemon was not a happiness but a common thing, as if she received her first pokemon every day. Her green direct hair was divided in two horse-tails which looked as if they were put on the out of place sticks. And the face… the arrogance not peculiar to the child of ten years old, terrible arrogance that overflew her sight.
– You so quuuuuuiet. – Flay stretched.
– Undoubtedly, and I advise you to be the same! – she coldly answered and turned away.
Flay was not pleased by her, and he precisely decided never to communicate with this young lady.
The twenty second has left the lab and Flay jumped from a chair to run there to the professor. He darted off and directly ran into the opened door. And in any way the boy didn't expect to run on the professor.
– Silently! – Oak stopped him. – I have no more pokemon.
– But, grandfather, you promised me… – The girl sitting near Flay cried.
Professor Oak softened a sight and told:
– There is one extra Charmander for my lovely granddaughter…
– But you see… – Flay wanted to object.
– You will be without a pokemon! – girl roughly answered. – Pokemon leaves to Gabriel Oak!
If Gabriel wasn't the little girl, and he was not a boy, Flay would burst into tears on a place. But, the boy only bit a lip and murmured:
– Mr. Oak, and will you give me the license if I bring the pokemon… with a laboratory family tree…
Harry Oak was softened in relation to him:
– Are you Ketchum? – He asked.
Flay was surprised, but decided not to show a kind. Though, Harry guessed:
– Yes, I know, that you most of all want to ask, whence I know. There are some Pikachu of the laboratory family tree only at Ash Ketchum's house in our town. You may bring one, the God with you. Your grandfather startes with non-standard pokemon too.
– You are loser! – Gabriel teased at Flay.
– It's not necessary, Gabriel, me too … – Harry began, but stopped because realized that these words are nothing for young generation, while they will not make the same mistakes their grandfathers made, all of them equally will not estimate care of ancestors.
Gabriel understood it not adequately and left the laboratory, clicking pokedex buttons. No, not for an affair, and for proud.
In one hour Flay Ketchum left the professor Oak's lab too holding the dex and with Pikachu on his shoulder. Pikachu all time fidgeted and so wanted to strike the trainer a current, and Flay was worried on it. It seems, that Pikachu constrained itself only because of crowd of inhabitants of the town, seeing off the children in annual travel all over the country.
To be continued!
Russian Meowth. 11|19|03
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