Return of the defeated (on hold)

/Part 15/

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Chapter 15

Ash slowly opened his eyes and turned to check what time it was. He seen its was just after five so he decided to get up and get ready for a little training before they left Cerulean City. Ash he stood up he glanced around the room and his eyes fell on May sleeping comfortably in her bed. He smile as he remembered the evening prior and quietly walked next her bed and gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead. He walked into the bathroom to get cleaned up, while he was doing so he replayed his gym battle in his head so he could make mental notes on training. While he did this he remembered something that seemed odd to him.

He remembered feeling something that seemed almost familiar but out of place during the battle. He hadn't told May but he'd felt this, feeling for a lack of a better word a few times since they'd left Pallet Town. He always docked it up to nerves or excitement of a battle, so he'd just write it off as nothing. Ash had asked Lucario if he'd felt anything odd during the battle, he said he hadn't as he was watching the battle intently.

Ash pushed the thoughts aside, he decided he'd keep an eye out and focus the next time he felt it again. Once he was changed he stepped back into the room and seen May was dressed waiting for him by the door.

She smiled at him, "Ready to go?"

"With you, I'll go anywhere." He said with a grin, causing a small blush to form on her cheeks. The couple held hands as they head to the training area, once the got outside they let their pokemon out. they gave them training instructions before the pair began exercising together.

Unbeknownst to them a lone figure stood on a small hill a ways off watching them, he wore an unreadable expression. He watched them for a moment before stepping away out of sight from anyone before reaching into his pocket. When his hand emerged he had an old rough looking pokegear in his hand. The stranger flipped it open and scrolled through the very short list of numbers, his lips curved into small grin when he found the number he wanted. Pressing on it he listened to the ringing waiting for an answer on the other end.

Away in Vermillion City a huge bulky man with spiky yellow hair sat behind his desk going through some papers enjoy his morning coffee. He was taken slightly off guard at the phone ringing so early in the morning. Reaching over he picked it up and answered.