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To confirm this action, please enter the title of the story below. Для чего используют аккаунты Итак, для чего же можно? Please call me back if he's contacted you, Professor. I see tears in her eyes but I don't care, she let out the beast in me. Ash is going to be coming here soon! Mime finished serving breakfast and noticed his trainer. I jump on her and she falls. What time is it?
However, there seems to be something Delia Ketchum is hiding from him. Mime watched her with absolute worry. Ash is going to be coming here soon! She checked the clock and it read five thirty. Delia frowned and turned towards the video phone. Her face froze with concern. The phone picked up but it wasn't the man she had wanted. Delia tapped her foot on her living room floor and waited for the Professor. With her wish granted, Professor Oak appeared on the screen with bags under his eyes. Do you know what time it is? It's approximately five thirty-eight in the morning. But it's something urgent. He expected her urgency was something about her cleaning business, but once she explained what it was, he began to mindfully listen to her troubles. Red is upstairs sleeping. If Ash comes in now and if he sees Red in what he believed to be his room, he'll surely ask questions! She shook her head. Ash mentioned about asking you to send over one of his flying type Pokemon to pick him up from Vermillion. He looked around for the clock and focused his attention back to Mrs. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't wake up so early. He hasn't called me. You're my first caller today... I still have time. Please call me back if he's contacted you, Professor. Once back upstairs, she headed towards her son's room and knocked on the door gently. When there was no answer, she turned the knob and eased her way into the room. The lights from the blazing sun barely seeped into the room. The blinds and curtains were heavy duty — thanks to Delia's persistent — but not to mention there was only one small window. Delia shuffled her way over to the bunk beds — the one where it's a bed on top and empty space on the bottom — and suppressed a giggle from the dangling feet at the end of the bed. He stirred, but to no avail. He continued to sleep. Finally, the mysterious boy stirred and rolled over to his side with droopy eyes. There's something I need to tell you. She was surprised that Red's yawn wasn't a Pokemon move, it was easily contagious. What time is it? Couldn't you talk to me about whatever it is at ten, or something? He tucked his feet back into the bed and shivered as he felt how cold they were from dangling at the end. This is very serious. Your brother could come back anytime now. Red sat up with such swiftness that he heard his back cracked. That he could come back anytime? He hissed as his bare feet touched the cold hardwood floor. Have him meet me? I thought we agreed that he shouldn't know about me? What ever happened to that, mom? And that's not what I'm suggesting. Yes it's a big dilemma seeing how we don't know when he'll get here, but knowing your brother, he's probably not able to wake up so early. I've called Professor Oak and Ash hasn't called him yet. I told the Professor to call me if Ash does call him up. So we just need to wait for that call. Delia began to fiddle with her skirt. She made her way over to the window and flicked the blinds open. Light screamed into the room with such rudeness that the two of them had to close their eyes for a moment to get used to the light. Why exactly does this room have one window? ~oOo~ It was half past eight and Delia was in the kitchen making breakfast for the three of them. Red went to make a brief visit to Green — the Trainer, as Professor Oak called it. Mime busied their way into another fruitful day, however, today caused the poor mother quite a bit of stress. Ketchum peered down at the mime Pokemon and smiled. She went down to Mr. Mime's eye level and thanked him for the hard work. Delia set the plate full of hot scrambled eggs and bacon on the dinning room table. She looked up at the clock and exhaled softly. Suddenly, the video caller rang. Mime was about to answer when Delia stopped him. How about you help me set up the place? Mime nodded and wandered into the kitchen to help with the servings. She picked up the phone and saw Professor Oak on the screen. Just a little bit after nine. Delia checked the clock. It was already nine twenty. What Pokemon did you send to pick him up? Delia furrowed her brows. When Ash called me up this morning, I thought it would be a perfect idea to send Pidgeot over. I know how much history they have when Ash went around the Kanto Region. Plus, I don't think Ash ever gotten to finding Pidgeot after his trip in the Orange Islands. It'll probably take an hour or two for Pidgeot to get there. And depending on the wind currents later this afternoon, it may take three, even. Not to mention the pit-stops they would have to take to rest up... So, maybe until four or five? She traced the numbers in her palm before she settled on the answer. That should be enough time... Green is in Viridian City... I doubt Red would go all the way there without telling you about it. She moaned out of annoyance. She crouched down into a ball. With her hands on her head and her thoughts running around, she could barely hear Professor Oak call her name. Mime finished serving breakfast and noticed his trainer. With a long face and a cry, he rushed over to Delia and placed his hand on her back. I'm sure Red is fine. He's probably just thinking about this whole 'Ash coming home' thing a bit. Haven't you guys dealt with this before when he came back from his trip in the Orange Islands, Hoenn and Sinnoh? What's there to be so nervous about? Her eyes glossed with incoming tears and her lip quivered. It's killing me on the inside. I know Red and I agreed it's best for Ash not to know that Red's his brother — it would make Ash compare himself too much to him and resent him. I don't ever want that to happen! Mime when he came back with a tissue in his hand. I'm sure Red does too! He's going to always compare himself to Red. It doesn't help that Red was the Champion of Kanto, either. Ash has already asked about his father — that damned bastard. Mime shared the same look of shock and fear. They have never once heard Delia say such vulgar words. Nor has they seen her in this big of a mess. You're like a daughter to me, you know? Well, you are technically my god-daughter — but that doesn't matter. I know how hard it is to continue to lie to Ash about being an only child and how his screw-up of a father is on some journey, but really, don't hold in such anguish and sorrow all to yourself like this. That's the one thing I've always had trouble with when I took care of you. You always bottle things up and when something serious happens, you snap and let everything out like a maniac. An hour before Ash arrives, send Red over to my lab. He can stay there with me for a bit. That way, he and Ash won't meet in the house. Ash won't question why his bed looked used and everything. And you can still visit Red whenever you want. I don't think Red has much else to go other than head back to Mt. Silver to freeze to death. She sniffed before she said anything. Remember, not only am I a Professor, I'm a poet as well! I appreciate all that you've done for me. That's what god-fathers are for. They take care of their god-daughter when their actual father is absent. He looked at Delia with such sorrow that it gave her chills. I have to take care of him. After my youngest son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter all died in the plane crash, he was different... He isolated himself from the world. It was heartbreaking to me. He lost his parents and sister at the same time. It must have been traumatic for him or something like that... No words or sounds came out from either of them. They didn't need any verbal communication to understand how one another feels. Their nonverbal communication did just fine. Their facial expressions shared the same sadness — albeit different stories, but still held onto that pain and guilt. If there's anything bothering you, please tell me. I'm here to listen to you — whatever it may be. Delia patted her Pokemon. Thank you for worrying about me. Delia walked over to the table and pulled the chair out for her to rest. Her entire body slumped back into the chair. Her head tilted further back than expected, stretching her neck. Her eyes focused on the currently-off light that hung down by a chain. If he isn't visiting Green... Where else could he be?
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