Counting Stars: Pokeshipping One-Shot.
Warning: First Pokeshipping One-Shot. It's not very well-written so I'm sorry if you were planning on reading this :/ I hope you enjoy but I don't think you will.
For what seemed like eternity, she waited for him. Waited and waited and waited. He was gone, now. Gone in a faraway region called Kalos. She missed him, she yearned to see him again, with his goofy grin, cheerful personality, and the way he would say her name.
Misty.
He was probably unaware of how she felt about him, she knew, but that didn't stop her from loving him. Misty knew that their meeting wasn't a pleasant one, and neither was their earliest days of the journey they shared. But now, now she left all of that behind and moved on.
The redhead Gym Leader had no challengers strong enough to beat her, so most of her days were filled of her twisting her fingers together, biting her tongue, her cerulean eyes focused on the door, hoping for a black-haired boy wearing a hat to suddenly step through them.
Five long years she waited, and never did Ash Ketchum ever enter the Cerulean Gym. At first, Misty was sure and convinced that Ash was going to show up, but after a while, she became anxious. What if he forgot about me? What if he doesn't care anymore? What if he... what if he has a girlfriend and doesn't need me? Misty would swallow hard and force herself to think happy thoughts at that moment.
Ash never called, never tried to contact her, never tried to make her even be able to know that he was still alive. Misty had zero-contact with him for the five years that she waited. The seventeen year-old Gym Leader was rapidly losing her faith in him, despite the fact that she had trusted him so much in the past. The only thing that helped her keep her sanity was the night sky.
Misty had always admired stars, the way they twinkled so happily and merrily in the night sky, the way they lit up a time that was dark. The stars lit up something in Misty as well- her soul.
Every night, the stars would somehow comfort her. She would watch them shine with a great light, despite being so far away. Her nerves were calmed and and any stress from the day was eliminated through counting the beautiful diamond-like lights.
It was foolish, she knew, trying to count the stars. After all, millions of them were around her. But, she wouldn't give up the task. Because she hoped by the time she accomplished this, something ridiculous ad impossible, Ash Ketchum would return.
It was unlikely, but so was being able to know how many stars they were in the sky. So every night, Misty would count until she fell asleep, waking up the next day for another day of waiting for Ash.
At last, the day came when a certain black-haired boy entered the doors of the Cerulean Gym. Misty's eyes widened as the boy ran up to her and threw his arms around her body.
"Misty..." his voice was rough, deep, tough, and sent shivers down her spine. Yet there was a gentleness to his tone that was there from the very beginning. Tears welled up in her eyes as she accepted the hug.
"Y-you idiot... you made me wait five years, Ketchum..." she whispered weakly, that being the result of her strong urge to yell at him. "But... but it was worth it..."
"I missed you a lot, Mist..." Ash sighed quietly, using his old nickname for her. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long, but-"
"It's okay." The Gym Leader shushed the Pokemon Master. "I would wait a thousand years for you. All this time you were gone, the stars kept me company."