Akito Ketchum the older brother

[azukugames]

The afternoon sun settled warm across the road as Ash adjusted the brim of his hat — older now, the fabric worn soft at the edges, the red faded just slightly from too many seasons of sun and rain. Pikachu rode his shoulder with the easy comfort of long habit.
"The Hoenn region, huh?" Ash said, more to himself than anyone. "Pretty great, isn't it, Pikachu?"
"Pika," Pikachu agreed, ears perking.
Ash's fingers lingered at his collar for just a moment on the necklace that sat beneath his shirt, the small golden locket warm against his chest. He didn't pull it out.

"Thinking about your brother again?" Brock said, falling into step beside him with the practised ease of someone who had learned to read Ash's silences.
Ash laughed quietly. "That obvious?"
"It's the locket." Brock smiled. "You touch it the same way every time."
May drifted up on Ash's other side, tilting her head with open curiosity. "You have a brother? You've never mentioned him."
"I mention him all the time," Ash said, a little defensively.
"You really don't," Max said from behind them, adjusting his glasses. "I've been travelling with you for three weeks and this is the first I'm hearing of a brother."
"He's five years older than me," Ash said. "His name's Akito. He started his journey when I was five." He reached up and touched the locket again
.
He gave me this before he left. Said we'd have a proper battle when I caught up to him."
"And have you?" May asked. "Caught up to him?"
Ash was quiet for a moment. "Getting there."
"That's being generous," Brock said, with the Given that the last time you two crossed paths, the battle lasted approximately eleven minutes."
"I got better," Ash said firmly. Then, after a beat: "…a little."
Max made a sound that could have been a cough.
"He's extraordinary, genuinely," Brock continued, more kindly. "Misty and I met him when Ash and I were passing through Johto. We found Akito on Mt. Silver, of all places he'd set up camp there to train. Misty was convinced for about thirty seconds that it was Ash, except taller." He paused. "And, in her words, somehow more insufferable."
Ash grinned. "People say we've got the same look."
"Same face, same energy, completely different bearing," Brock said. "Ash runs at things.
Akito) will sometimes think before he acts

"Where is he now?" May asked.
"Sinnoh," Ash said. solid. "Last I heard, anyway. He doesn't sit still for long." He tilted his head toward the horizon. "He beat the Kanto League when he was eleven. Beat Lance, too proper Champion match, everything. Professor Oak actually raised his carry limit to nine Pokémon after that." A grin spread across his face. "And then he just… didn't take the title."
Max blinked. "He didn't take the Champion title?"
"Technically he holds it. He just lets Lance keep the seat warm." Ash's grin widened. "He said he couldn't stand the idea of being stuck in an office. Said the world was too big and he hadn't seen enough of it yet. So Lance runs the administrative side, and Akito just travels."
"That is," Max said slowly, "either the most irresponsible or the most efficient thing I've ever heard."
"Sounds like someone who wanted all the achievement with none of the paperwork," May said.
"Yup." Ash. "That's my brother."


But to understand Akito Ketchum to really understand him you have to go back.
Back to Pallet Town. Back to the morning he left.
Back to the beginning.



The morning Akito left, Ash was five years old and doing a very poor job of pretending he wasn't upset about it.
He stood in the doorway of their shared bedroom, watching his brother check his bag for the fourth time with the solemn, careful attention of someone who had been planning this moment for as long as he could remember. Akito was ten tall for his age, dark-haired, with cerulean-blue eyes that their mother always said came from somewhere she couldn't quite account for. He moved with a quiet deliberateness that had always made him seem older than he was.
Ash held his chin at a carefully elevated angle. His eyes were suspiciously bright.
"Akito" he said, with the formal gravity only a five year. old attempting not to cry can produce, "good luck on your journey."
Akito stopped checking his bag.
He crossed the room and crouched down in front of his brother unhurried, easy and from inside his jacket he drew out something small and golden. A locket, heart-shaped, the metal warm in his palm. On its face, engraved with clean, careful lines, was a symbol Ash didn't have a name for yet: a heart divided by wings, the Delta Rune, etched with the quiet precision of something meaningful.
He turned it over. On the back, in small letters: Brothers Forever.
He placed it carefully around Ash's neck.
"Don't lose this," he said quietly. "And if you ever want to hear something good " he pressed his thumb to the clasp and eased the locket open, just slightly, and a soft melody drifted out,
open it."
Ash's hands came up immediately to cup the locket. He looked very small and very serious.
"I made that up," Akito said, with a small, private smile. "So you'd have something of mine while I'm gone."

He stood, shouldered his bag, and looked at his brother for a long moment.
"Grow as strong as you can when you start your journey," he said. "I'll come back when I can. And when you're ready we'll battle properly."
He didn't look back more than once.



Professor Oak's Laboratory — That Same Morning
The lab smelled the way it always did: chalk dust, Pokémon feed, old books, and the faint electric tinge that seemed to follow Oak everywhere he went. Akito stood in the middle of it with his bag over one shoulder and the particular composure of a ten-year-old who had been rehearsing this moment in his head for five years.
Professor Oak came through the side door with his hands already extended in welcome, white coat pristine, reading glasses pushed up into his hair.
"Ah, Akito." His voice was warm, carrying the easy affection of someone who had watched this boy grow from a toddler with too many questions into a young man with even more of them. "Today's the big day, isn't it? My boy." He chuckled, shaking his head slowly. "I still remember when you used to sit on that stool over there and interrogate me about type matchups. You were six. You were relentless."
Akito smiled.What can I say I wanna be as strong as I can be."
Oak's eyes swept over him — dark blue fingerless gloves, a fitted black top, baggy training pants in lighter grey, and draped over all of it, a dark travelling cloak that had been mended in three places and still managed to look exactly right on him.
"You kept the cloak." Oak's expression shifted into something fond and a little amused. "How many of those has your mother sewn for you over the years?"
Akito felt warmth rise to his cheeks "It adds dramatic flair."
"It absolutely does," Oak agreed cheerfully. He turned toward the table behind him, and his tone settled into something more considered. "Now. Before we come to the matter of your starter, there's something I want to explain, because your situation is a little unusual."
He clasped his hands.
"You'll know that I typically offer three starters to trainers from Pallet: Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle. However, I recently came to an arrangement with Professor Birch in the Hoenn region." He reached for a folder on the table organised, tabbed, with notes in both handwriting styles. "Birch said this Treeko was Far to rowdy for other trainers for his own starter pool, and I found agreed on an exchange: I sent Birch one of my Bulbasaur, and in return, he sent me this Treecko. The Bulbasaur will be available to a Hoenn trainer who needs a grass-type option, and the Treecko comes here to Pallet for a trainer suited to it."
He looked at Akito steadily over his glasses.
"I believe that trainer is you."
He lifted three Pokéballs from the table and, with a practised flick, released all three in a cascade of light. Charmander materialised in a curl of orange; Squirtle blinked into being with an expression of mild suspicion; and the Treecko landed in a low, assured crouch on the lab table, green and quiet, its red eyes moving around the room with calm assessment.
The Charmander took one look at Akito's expression and very slowly stepped behind Oak's leg.
Squirtle followed.
The Treecko did not move.
"My plan," Akito said "is to be the very best trainer there is. Not just a good one. The best." He met the Treecko's red eyes. "That means hard work. Long road. High standards, for me and for whoever comes with me." A pause. "But I'll never ask more from a partner than I give myself."
Treecko studied him for three full seconds.
Then it stood up straight, lifted its chin, and said, with the absolute composure of a Pokémon that had already made its decision: "Treecko."
Akito smiled slow and genuine.
"Alright," he said. "Kirito. Let's go be the very best."
He hugged Oak , the kind of hug that says thank you for everything without requiring the words and turned toward the door.

"Akito," Oak called after him.
He looked back.
"Come home when you can."
"I will," he said. And then, because he was ten and the world was enormous and he had a Treecko on his shoulder and a plan that stretched all the way to the horizon: "Eventually."


Pewter City Gym — Several Weeks Later
"Onix is unable to battle."
Brock stood at the far end of the arena with the particular expression of a Gym Leader who has just lost to someone he was not expecting to lose to. He was 11, serious-faced, the kind of young boy who had taken on his siblings' upbringing and the Gym's management without complaint and without drama and he knew a good trainer when he saw one.
Across the field, Akito recalled Kirito

breathing hard, but upright, still holding that same careful composure he'd carried through the entire match. The Treecko had not been the fastest Pokémon on the field. It had simply been the smartest.

Brock crossed to him and extended the Boulder Badge.
"Well done," he said, and meant it. "You read Onix's movement patterns after the first exchange and adjusted completely.

Akito accepted the badge and turned it over once in his palm. "Kirito worked for it. So did Ace." He glanced up, where his Pidgey was circling slow and easy near the rafters, clearly pleased with himself. "We all did."
Brock looked at him for a moment at the calm in the face, the deliberateness of the hands, the cloak that probably had no business being as aesthetically coherent as it was and said, with a gym leader's directness: "Where are you headed next?"

"Cerulean," Akito said. " Then the whole of Kanto

"Then good luck," Brock said simply.
It was, he would think later, the beginning of a habit.


Mt. Moon Shortly After



The scene that followed was not something Akito planned. He had come through Mt. Moon because it was the route, because Cerulean was on the other side, because he had a schedule and a Gym badge and a Pidgey who wanted to stretch properly before the next match.
He did not plan to dismantle a Team Rocket operation in a cave by torchlight.
He did it anyway.
"Ace — Quick Attack, finish it."
The Rocket grunt's Pokémon hit the cave wall and didn't get up. Akito moved through the chamber quickly, his eyes cataloguing: threats, exits, the row of cages along the far wall.
"Ace." His voice dropped, quiet and precise. "Destroy those cages. All of them. Get those Pokémon out."
The Pidgey moved like a dart. The cages came apart. Pokémon spilled out — shaken, some injured — and among them, stumbling on unsteady legs, a small creature with blue fur and a rounded black head, dark eyes blinking at him with the particular alertness of something that has been frightened for a long time and is deciding very carefully whether to be frightened now.
A Riolu.
Akito stepped toward it — and the crack of an electric whip split the air inches from his face.
He stopped.
"Not so fast."
She stepped from the shadows at the far end of the chamber: tall, composed, blond curls framed by a Rocket uniform that marked her above any grunt or standard field agent. An Elite Officer. Young, but not green — there was nothing uncertain in how she moved, nothing unpolished in the way she held the electric tulip, its pale charge crackling at the end with patient menace.
Domino.
"So you're the one who dismantled my operation." Her voice was conversational, almost pleasant — the specific pleasantness that lives directly on top of cold calculation. Her eyes moved to the Riolu behind him. "Impressive for a child." A slight tilt of the head. "Step aside."
"No."
The word came out flat and without theatre. He held her gaze and didn't move.
Something shifted in her expression — reassessment, and it happened very quickly.
Then she moved.
She was fast — faster than a trainer her age had any right to be. The electric tulip came around in a sweeping arc aimed low, designed to force him off balance rather than make direct contact. Akito dropped under it, felt the charge graze the air above his head close enough to raise the hair on his neck, and came up already moving.
His shoulder caught the cave wall. He pushed off it.
She's not playing, he noted, with the particular calm of someone whose adrenaline presents as clarity rather than panic.
She was already circling, cutting the angle between him and the Riolu. The tulip cracked again — this time it connected, catching him across the upper arm. The shock ran through his shoulder like a white-hot wire.
He bit down on the sound that tried to come out.
Kirito. He didn't say it loudly. Kirito was already moving.
"Razor Leaf then bullet seed Move her."
The leaves came in fast and low. Domino raised her arm to block — felt the cuts open across her forearm — and in the same moment the vines caught her ankle and yanked. She left the ground. The cave wall was closer than she'd accounted for. The impact was solid, and her neck caught the edge of an outcropping with enough force to snap her head sideways

For three seconds, Domino did not move.
Then, she pressed two fingers to the inside of her wrist. Her Abra materialised in a shimmer of light beside her and they were gone.
The teleport left silence behind it.
Akito stood in the middle of the chamber, breathing through his nose, and looked at his arm. The tulip's charge had done something to his shoulder a deep, grinding ache already spreading outward and when he pressed his fingers to it, his hand came away wet.
That's worse than it felt.
He turned. The Riolu was watching him from a crouch, ears flat, eyes cautious but it hadn't run.
"Hey." He kept his voice easy, the way he'd learned to do around nervous Pokémon. He lowered himself slowly, bringing his eyes level with the Riolu's. "You're a long way from Sinnoh."
The Riolu regarded him with dark, careful eyes.
"There's a Pokémon Centre in Cerulean. Not that far." He kept talking steadily, unhurriedly as the shoulder continued to make its case. "You're banged up. So am I, a little. We can both get sorted." He extended his hand, palm up. "My name's Akito. I want to be the strongest Pokémon trainer there is." A brief pause. "You look like someone who could use a team. But only if you want to."
The Riolu studied his hand for a long moment.
Then, very deliberately, it placed its paw on his palm.


The Road to Cerulean City Shortly After
He kept talking because it seemed to help.
He narrated the route where the path curved, how far the lights of Cerulean would be visible once they cleared the ridge, what the Pokémon Centre would look like when they got there. He kept his voice level and his pace steady. Kirito walked at his heel, quiet and attentive. Ace had settled on his uninjured shoulder, which was the only one available.
The Riolu kept pace beside him, one ear turned toward the sound of his voice.
You're fine, he told himself, The centre is close. Keep going.

The lights of Cerulean came into view just as the edges of his vision began to soften.
He made it through the doors. He made it to the counter.
"The Riolu needs treatment first," he said to the nurse.

Then the floor came up to meet him, and everything went quiet.

He woke up later to a ceiling he didn't recognise and the faint, rhythmic sound of a Riolu sitting beside his bed, watching him with an expression that seemed to communicate, without ambiguity, that it had decided.
He smiled at it.
"Alright, Kiba," he said, because the name had come to him somewhere between the floor and the ceiling, and it felt right. "We've got a long road ahead."
The Riolu's ears lifted.
Outside, the sun was still up. Cerulean Gym was waiting.
And Akito Ketchum had only just begun.

A/N this was sorta something ive came up with on the fly and. I am shattered

For Clarification yes Akito is somone reborn in this world Hes jsut sorta Scatter brained

And forgots stuff here than thier

As u can see I came up with many ways

Orginly it was gonna be an actual baubasaur
but I treeko came to me last second and a figured an exchange would have been a good excuse to use as for why a Rilou would be out and about I am pretty sure the kingdom of rota

Is semi close a Rilou may have wandered or it's a realased Pokemon as for the other Pokemon that gonna be well up to me but I will take Suggestions cause why not