Here's a drabble I felt I had to write. I don't own Pokémon.
Reading one of Daisy's fickle magazines, Misty ignored the tell-tale signs of Ash's ringtone. He'd left her for yet another journey, and she'd been as devastated as every other journey before that, doing her best to support Delia. Even the woman had come to accept that her son was a drifter as surely as her husband had been. Misty had no idea how the woman could stay loyal to a man who was undoubtedly cheating on her, not even bothering to contact the woman or visit. However, knowing that was a few Litwicks she didn't want to burn, she'd always remained very silent on the topic. She'd always liked Delia, who'd acted more like a mother to her than the mother who'd abandoned her to the will of her sisters. No, she couldn't afford to offend the one woman who'd never given up on her.
Hearing her ringtone go off again, Misty bit back a wordless snarl as she tried, once again, to read a particularly dull article on makeup. Ash had been messaging her nonstop about Serena and Serena's achievements. Not only did she feel thoroughly replaced, but the man had disappeared off the face of the planet with his so-called travels. He'd been doing it for years, and even Brock hadn't heard from the insufferable man upon his return to Kanto. Whilst Misty had been able to tolerate May and Max, and Dawn as well, she'd begun to lose her patience when he'd not only replaced her with Iris, but Brock with some person called Cilan. Rather than initiate another argument, she'd simply rolled her eyes and told Brock to deal with the young man. Whatever Ash Ketchum was up to, she was done crying over him. At the time she'd had the good fortune of rekindling a relations with an acquaintance, or so she'd thought. Whilst it had been slow to initiate, like everything else, that had ended in a disaster, even if it freed her of her emotional attachment to Ash.
Now, though, when she was finally willing to accept that maybe, just maybe, he didn't care about her as much as she did him, the infuriating little boy had resurfaced, contacting her with touching memories of their first journey. It was almost as though he'd sensed she'd finally made an attempt to move on from him, and he wanted to cling onto the last dredges of tall grass for dear life.
With an angry growl, Misty slammed her hand on the table. She wouldn't think of him or the disastrous attempt she'd made at replacing him, even if Ash Ketchum was calling her every hour of the day-which he wouldn't.
No, she wasn't going to think of any male, no matter how lovely they were. Even if he was calling in on her to fix the piping of her Gym, or offering to travel to Sinnoh with her to inspect the Luvdisc in their natural habitat. Men were a fickle distraction to what she really wanted in life-to become a water pokémon master.
Her eye twitched as she recollected the man who'd convinced her to move on from Ash. Not only had he been utterly gorgeous, with a hearty laugh and quick wit, he'd been her rock, supporting her in every way possible. Sure, he had some... questionable morals, but that was just the way he was. He wasn't going to change for anyone, and it left Misty feeling so... free. There wasn't any mucking around with faux affection, there was no replacing her. There was just pure, raw emotion, as she'd always wanted.
It was freeing after just how clueless Ash was.
Where Ash used to be the volcano to her watery storm, she'd always doused him before they could develop their relationship. He wasn't as capable of loving anyone romantically as her, her element had the upper hand against his, diffusing any emotion she'd cause. With this man, though, no. He was the ground that she nourished to create new life. He kept her grounded, reminding her of the way life was. He didn't muck around with any civil protocols, instead pushing her until she found herself wrapped in his arms, enjoying his hot, delicious scent. The man had a way of playing her like a Kricketune, and she'd loved every bloody moment of it.
Flushing as she remembered some of their... intimate adventures, Misty tried to return her attention to the magazine, her cheeks flushed with some of their more adventurous experiences.
Reminding herself to focus, she acknowledged that he'd left, as surely as Ash and Brock before him. If there was one thing this sad experience had taught her, it was that men were fickle. They were emotional, though they often pretended it was all the fault of the woman. They were brash, careless and didn't consider things thoroughly, and now she was sitting by herself in Cerulean feeling alone, with only Tracey on standby. Just thinking of the man almost made her gag. Not only was he with Daisy, but the man was far too soft and gentle for her overpowering confidence. Anyone who'd thought she'd have even the faintest hint of interest in the man had almost made her want to die of shame.
With a bitter grimace, Misty turned her attention to her device where, unbelievably, Ash Ketchum was still trying to get through to her. She considered answering it, in case something had happened to Pikachu, but decided against it. If anything had happened to the pokémon he would have made contact with Brock, too. At least Brock would visit her in person.
It was funny how her first crush was suddenly paying attention to her, but her thoughts were consumed by that of another, who'd left her hung out to dry as surely as Ash had before him. At least her replacement hadn't left her feeling the numb pain that Ash had, despite his empty promises. No, instead she felt the loss of his presence like a poison sting in the chest. She'd taught Gyarados fire attacks for a reason, though her trusty friend could only do so much against a human with instinctive moves charm, sweet kiss and more. Why she had fallen for such a smooth operator was beyond her. She'd seen her sisters-all of them-in similar situations before her, and should have known better. Instead, though, she'd followed the typical Sensational Sisters path. At least now her sisters might just accept her, especially considering what a dreamboat the man in question was. Not that she'd admit that to any of them, of course. She had pride, and shame. Besides, she didn't want her sisters getting their grubby claws into him if she could help it.
Running a hand through her orange hair, she turned her attention to her device, rejecting Ash's desperate attempt at contact. Scrolling through the list, Misty saw her own futile attempts at contacting the most elusive man she'd encountered. He'd given her some gibberish story about another woman and disappeared, probably back to Sinnoh. He'd left as abruptly as he'd come, and it left her aching for him.
With a soft sigh, she wondered how long she'd pine after him. He'd left her feeling so alive, accepted and free. And now, as soon as they'd established a mutual yet unspoken understanding of their relations, he'd disappeared, teleported like an elusive, shiny Ralts.
Dialing the extension she'd memorised, she waited, feeling the tears sting at her eyes.
'Hi, you've reached Gary, leave a message,' the familiar, deep voice grinned into the device, causing her heart to lurch into her stomach.
With an angered growl, she snarled, 'pick up your Arceus damn device, Gary! We need to talk, and you know it.'
Hanging up, she wished she could withdraw the message she'd left. She sounded clingy, desperate and alone, but damn him if she'd just let someone push her buttons in such a good way and just walk away. He knew her better than that, and she knew it. They'd shared everything to each other, both of them. She knew him as surely as she knew her pokémon and he knew his own.
No, what he was doing to her now was criminal. He was purposely hurting her, and she was damned if she knew why, or if she'd let the foolery carry on.
With shaky hands, she glanced at the device, seeing yet another message from Ash Ketchum light up her device. The man, to his credit, was as clueless as ever, and it was almost touching, if he hadn't just sent her a message about Serena.
With an angered snarl, she threw the device at the wall, watching with a sinking feeling in her stomach as it shattered into pieces.
Blinking back tears, Misty whispered, 'please, Gary, I need you. Ash has come back, but I don't want him. I want you, and I'm sorry.'