Ash, a four-year-old boy, slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above him. The room felt familiar… yet strangely foreign, as if it belonged to him and didn't at the same time.
He pushed himself up on the bed and rubbed his head, a dull ache pulsing through his temples as memories that were not originally his surged forward—scenes from another world colliding with fragments of this one.
Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly and finally opened his eyes.
Green eyes.
Ash froze for a moment.
'So… I really did transmigrate.'
From the flood of memories, he could tell that he had been reborn into the Pokémon world—into the body of Ash Ketchum. That part made sense. What didn't make sense was the reflection he saw in the mirror.
Green eyes.
In every version he knew, Ash Ketchum's eyes were amber.
He rubbed his eyes once more, hoping it was some kind of mistake, before climbing down from his bed. His small feet carried him across the room toward the staircase outside. At least one thing comforted him—he only retained knowledge from the Pokémon anime and games of his previous life, not memories of his past-life parents. At the same time, his memories had merged smoothly with this Ash's, allowing him to accept this family without resistance.
As that thought crossed his mind, his steps slowed.
Ash stopped at the doorway of his room.
He didn't open the door.
Instead, his gaze shifted to the framed family photograph resting quietly on the side.
And as the memories of this new life fully surfaced, a single thought thundered through his mind—'WHAT THE HELL!?'
He rushed toward the photo, his breath hitching as he stared at it in disbelief.
There he was—a three-year-old version of himself—standing between his parents, holding their hands with an innocent smile.
The man beside him wore a black suit and had a calm, gentle expression on his face.
Giovanni.
From his memories of the previous world, Ash knew exactly who that man was.
The secret boss of Team Rocket.
His father.
Ash's gaze shifted to the woman standing on the other side, smiling warmly while holding his other hand.
Delia Ketchum.
But unlike the Delia he remembered, this one wasn't just a kind mother.
From this life's memories, Ash knew the truth—she was the former Champion of the Johto Region, retired only after giving birth to him.
His eyes trembled as they moved again.
Standing beside Giovanni was a twelve-year-old boy with a calm expression and a faint smile—Red.
His older brother.
The youngest Champion in Kanto's history.
A Pikachu perched on Red's shoulder, flashing a peace sign at the camera.
Then there was the red-haired man standing beside Delia.
Lance.
His uncle.
The current Champion of Johto and a member of the Kanto Elite Four.
Ash's hands trembled as he placed the photo back down.
He slowly collapsed onto his bed, burying his face into the pillow as a silent scream echoed inside his head.
'What kind of family did I reincarnate into…?'