Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Corruptions Way ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Chapter 1:

 

Disclaimer: I don't own the following characters, most of the names you'll find here, or the general idea of Pocket Monsters. I also don't own corruption, or Italian names.

 

Ash stepped up onto the podium in front of the crowd. He was the center of attention, watched by well over 100,000 spectators, each waiting for what he was going to do next. He had achieved his goal, and his pride soared within him. He had won battle after battle, and had achieved the title of the Indigo League Champion, securing him a place in the Kanto Hall of Fame as one of their Elite Trainers.

 

“Thank you.” He said to the crowd, at a lost for words. “Thank you for everything you did to me, and for me. Without you watching me, without my friends and family in the audience supporting me, and without my Pokémon never giving up on me, I never would have made it close to even participating in this Tournament. But I did, and here I am.” He tried to go on, but tears poured out his eyes. He was so happy and felt so proud of himself, that his goal was complete. He saw his mother crying too in the front row, surrounded by countless others who stared intently at him. “As League Champion, I understand I have some responsibilities, and I promise I'll be starting them as soon as possible, to help the Pokémon Trainers Community.” The crowd applauded, many standing up in praise for him. He smiled again, and bowed.

 

Several hours later, Ash, wearing a suit provided to him by the League, was escorted by his concierge, Alfred, to the Coronation Party at the Indigo Hotel, where dozens of people he had never seen before were eating and drinking, each applauding when he entered the room. The banquet was eloquent, and he smiled to himself. “If this food is my prize,” he thought, “it was all worthwhile.” He moved to the table, but before he could grab a plate, Alfred had pushed him over to a stout man in a beige suit. “This is Mr. Fredrick Sweyn. His company built our stadium.” Alfred said, and Ash nodded and shook his hand. “Oh!” Alfred started again, dragging Ash towards a tall woman in a black robe. “And this is Julia Forresten. Her father was among the founders of the League.” Ash again shook her hand, but wasn't really listening.

 

As he was dragged around all night, being introduced to person after person of people he didn't care to know, Ash began to grow tired. The tiredness was always there, but it just seemed to hit him at that moment. “Excuse me,” he told Alfred, “but I'm off to bed. Where is my room?” Alfred smiled, and took him to the elevator, where they rode to the Penthouse.

 

The Penthouse was giant as well as beautiful. Mahogany floors with marble tables and chairs lay around, with a black leather sofa towards the left, and a fluffy king-size bed in the center. “And over there is the bathroom,” Alfred started, “and your wake up call will arrive at 10:30 so you can see your office by noon.”

 

“Thank you Alfred.” Ash started, and headed towards the bed.

 

“Oh don't do that Ash. The Chairman of the Indigo League would like a meeting with you. After all, he did pay the hotel bill and the cost of the Coronation Party, so you should probably thank him.” Ash beamed.

 

“Of course, I'd love too.”

 

“Excellent. Oh, speak of the devil, here he is now. Ash, it brings me great pleasure to introduce you to the Chairman of the Indigo League, as well as Head of the Council of Gym Leaders, and Chancellor of the Kanto Political Offices. It is an honor to let you meet him.” And Alfred gave way for the man to enter. A tall gray figure entered the room, and Ash gasped in horror. This couldn't be right, but it was.

 

Ash stared into the face of Giovanni, the head of Team Rocket.

 

 

Well, what do you think? Should I keep going? Should I not? Do I have blatant grammar problems? Am I a loser who should kill himself? All types of review/constructive criticisms welcomed.