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The Researcher's Apprentice	By : SpiralBreeze Category: Pokemon > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two

For a moment, Ash did not know where he was when he woke up. Pikachu was curled up on his chest, and he for once was lying on top of something warm and soft instead of the cold hard ground. He gently removed his best friend from his person and placed the Pokémon on the blanket. Day break had yet to arrive, judging by the lack of light filtering through the large windows of the lab.

He stood and stretched, adjusting the erection in his pants; he was still in the same clothes as last night, and he was in desperate need of a shower and shave. Maybe I should take care of this too. He thought as he palmed his package. He decided to get this all done before the only other human resident of the house woke up. Once done with his morning ablutions, including a really great masturbation session, he grabbed a carton of orange juice from the fridge and made his way outside to visit with his Pokémon who he had not seen in years. He drank directly from the container as he walked toward the corral where his many Tauros were kept.

A sudden fondness for them washed over him, as he watched them grazing and horsing around. Fifty of them were too many. Thirty of them had been too many. He decided that five would be a good number to keep. Ash thought back to the day he caught the original thirty in the Safari Zone, he had used every last one of his Safari Balls, and Professor Oak had been rather shocked to have them all transfer to his lab. He took another swig of OJ and sighed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He’d miss them, he knew that, but Professor Oak was getting old and he didn’t need the burden of that many Wild Bull Pokémon being well, wild.

He trekked back to the lab and booted up the computer system. Bill’s PC was quickly accessed and he found the boxes where the Tauros were stored. He decided it would be better to release all forty-five that he did not wish to keep, it would just be easier that way. Forty-five times, Ash Ketchum, Pokémon Master, did one of the hardest things he had done in his twenty-three years of life. When he was done, he took down the Poké Ball’s from the shelf and placed them in a bag. He carried them outside, and one by one threw them at the herd of Tauros, the Ball’s electronic memory allowed them to reach the correct Pokémon, and once the Tauros was enveloped the Ball disappeared to where ever released Pokémon were sent.

The five remaining Tauros didn’t even seem to be daunted at the loss of their brethren. They continued to lounge around, their tails swishing against their backsides. Yes, five is a good number. He re-opened the orange juice carton and was about to take a drink when he was startled by a loud yell.

“ASH KETCHUM!”

“Pikapi!”

“Uh oh...”

Pikachu reached him first, and soon after Gary did too. The young professor was only in a pair of pajama bottoms and a robe which he had neglected to tie in his haste to find Ash, he had forgotten a pair of shoes as well.

“Mornin’ Gary.”

“Don’t you mornin’ me! Why did I just get a phone call from the Safari Warden complaining about a gazillion Tauros entering a section of the Safari Zone?”

“Wait a minute, that’s where Pokémon go when they’re released?”

“You idiot! They get sent back to the exact place where you caught them!”

“Uh...” Ash looked down at Pikachu, who shook his head as if to say, you deal with it. “Sorry?”

“Sorry? Sorry? You just disrupted the entire Safari Zone ecosystem and you’re sorry?”

“Eco what?”

Gary pinched the bridge of his nose, and practically snorted out a breath of air. He took a moment to tie his robe and place his cell phone in his pocket. Then, he took in another deep breath of air in the hope to calm himself.

“You should have told me, ok?” He sighed again and grabbed the carton of orange juice from Ash’s hand, taking a long drink. Letting out a loud belch when he was done, he handed the now empty container back to Ash and continued. “While Gramps is gone, I’m in charge of the storage system here. Now the Warden’s angry with me because he thinks I did it without getting authorization first.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? No shit oh! It wasn’t just one Pokémon you sent back Ash... he said he counted forty-five.” He glanced at the corral and pointed with his finger to count the remaining Tauros, the expression on his face suddenly changed to one of concern. “You only kept five?”

“Well, yeah... thirty was too many.”

“Pika...” The electric type scurried to the fence to visit with the remaining Tauros.

“That must have been really difficult for you to do.”

“Well, yeah...” He was somewhat hesitant to discuss this with Gary, but seeing as there weren’t any other human’s around, he decided that perhaps he should go ahead and do so. “I mean... I’ve had them since I was ten... but I never really trained any of them... so, I guess it is just better that they go back to their real home.”

He was surprised when Gary placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s ok man. It’s not easy, but it was for the best.”

“Uh... yeah.” He agreed awkwardly at the sudden display of empathy from his former rival.

“Come on, let’s go get some breakfast.” He said as he turned around and began to walk back to the lab. “I don’t know about you... but I need food with my orange juice.”

“Ok. Pikachu!”

“Hold on.” Without warning Gary stopped, but did not turn around. “Ash... I have a strict no Pokémon rule when it comes to my meals.”

“Uh...”

Pikachu had meanwhile sprinted over to his best friend and climbed up on Ash’s shoulder. For whatever reason, the Pokémon Master didn’t comprehend, he told Pikachu that he could have breakfast with the other Pokémon when he was done. The electric mouse tilted his head in confusion and Ash watched as he glanced back and forth between himself and Gary. Pikachu then nodded seemingly with understanding, and trotted off to where he spotted Bulbasaur under a tree.

Gary led Ash to the kitchen and practically shoved him in a chair at the table.

“I like my eggs scrambled with cheese. I’m not a short order cook like your buddy Cilan, I cook one thing, and if you don’t like it, you don’t eat.”

“Ok...” Ash tried to laugh it off. “You do realize who you’re talk-”

“I’m just setting the ground rules. If you’re gonna be my room mate for the next few weeks, you need to get some things straight.”

“Room mate?” The young man couldn’t help but smile at the prospect. He had never been someone’s room mate before. The phrase held a hint of adult rite of passage to it, and Ash was eager to put his childhood as a normal trainer behind him, and live as an adult Pokémon Master.

“Well, I’m not calling you a house guest. That would entail me cleaning up after you, speaking of which, if you EVER borrow my razor again, I swear to Arceus I will get Snivy to use Leaf Blade on you, see how close of a shave that gives you.”

“Sorry.”

“I’ve heard enough sorries from you today Ash, and it’s not even seven o’clock yet.”

He left it at that, before Ash could mutter yet another ‘sorry’ and began to raid the fridge and cabinets for cooking ingredients. Ash sat back, waiting patiently as his mouth watered and stomach growled. The cheesy scrambled eggs and sausage were soon finished, and the ebony haired young man thanked the professor sheepishly as he placed his breakfast in front of him, along with napkin, fork and knife. The two ate in silence, and Ash couldn’t help but observe the very neat and tidy way Gary ate. I’m such a Tepig. He thought to himself bitterly. He tried to copy the elegant way his former rival held his knife, the way he turned the fork to gently spear a piece of sausage and bring it to his lips, to chew with his mouth closed. Ash tried to chew with his mouth closed too, and realized that old habits died hard.

When breakfast was done, and the dishes cleaned, (Gary had Ash do the cleaning part), they made their way outside again to bring Pikachu and some of the other Pokémon their food. Gary explained that they no longer fed all the Pokémon kibble, his research had shown that some species were getting lazy when they no longer relied on hunting. Ash of course thought all this fascinating and wondered if Pikachu would be able to fend for himself if ever the need arise.

They circled the grounds once, and returned inside to the lab. Ash was surprised that Pikachu didn’t want to follow him and instead chose to lay about with Bulbasaur and a few of the others. Gary put him right to work de-cluttering his workspace while he finally went to get dressed. He returned, looking ever the professor in khakis, a pink polo shirt, and a clean and pressed white lab coat. For a moment Ash seemed irrationally jealous, he didn’t have a uniform to distinguish himself as a Master. A basic black t-shirt, and blue jeans had been his wardrobe of choice for much of his life.

“Hey, good job, sometimes Tracey gets distracted by Flying types and has to run to the window to draw them.”

“He’s not that bad.”

“Oh yeah?” Gary pulled out a rather thick black sketch book from a book shelf and began flipping through the pages so Ash could see.

“Yeah... I guess he is that bad.” He laughed as he shook his head.

“So for the next couple of weeks, you’re my apprentice.”

“You can’t demote me to apprentice, I’m a Pokémon Master!”

“When you do a doctorate in Pokémon Evolutionary Theories, then you can talk to me, but right now, I have DNA to analyze, and you have a floor to mop.” Gary pointed to the sticky spot on the tiles where the beer had spilled last night, that they had never properly cleaned up. “Get to it, chop chop.”

Ash’s determination to prove Gary wrong and out do him in everything quickly came in to play. For the rest of the day he worked tirelessly cleaning the laboratory from top to bottom. When he was done, the young professor was once again, very impressed and joked that he wouldn’t have to find a new apprentice now, this made Ash feel good. The two friends laughed together when Gary presented him with a very elementary school looking paper certificate that he had written ‘Great Job’ on. The evening passed quickly, with dinner (Gary cooked again), and a made for TV movie. They joked and laughed, and shoved each other playfully, mocking the bad actors on the television set. Through out it all, Ash didn’t even notice that he had been without Pikachu all day.

To Be Continued...
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