His Name is Ash
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I do not own and am not responsible for the characters of Ash, Misty, Brock, Pikachu, etc. I wish I was, then I would "be rich and rule the world!!" Mwahahaha! No, seriously, the people at Nintendo, 4Kids Productions, etc. etc., deserve a pat on the back for these fantastic characters ::pat pat:: Sadly, in all truth, I'm just a mere fan of Pokémon, and now a fanfic author. Therefore, the PLOT of this story is mine...don't steal it! I hope you enjoy my stories. Let me know what you think...constructive criticism welcomed in moderation...good comments are nice also ^_^
©2000 Mighty Misty Fanfics :o)
By the one and only .:Mighty Misty:.
Email
me at GLComet02@aol.com
[A.N.-Just
a note...I did my best to write this from a "guy's"
perspective...namely Ash. Seeing as I'm not Ash, nor a guy, it was a
little bit of a challenge, but I hope I captured a truly "male" essence.]
Rated:
PG Type: Drama Ages: Ash-19
Misty-20
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-His
name is Ash-
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I know I was being stubborn.
At the time, though, I didn't see it. I regret it with all my heart now.
"If you think
you can just do whatever the heck you please, Ash Ketchum, and STILL be with me,
you are wrong...REALLY wrong," Misty yelled to me, face flushed and sweat
glistening on her forehead. So I'd stayed out a little too late...what guy
hadn't?
"I'm not a
child! Just because I come home a little late doesn't mean I was out on
the town doing...doing...well, doing anything that I shouldn't be!" I
yelled back, refusing to give in and apologize. I just stood there and
stared at her...my girlfriend, Misty, had just moved in with me. We had
shared so much together...she was my first love, my first real friend, my
first...well, my "first". We were young and naive, and she
assumed that now since she was living under my roof she'd control my life.
I wasn't about to let that happen. Not me, Mr. Macho Pokémon
Master. No way.
"How am I
supposed to know that?!" she said, turning to face the window.
Headlights whizzed by and rain splattered against the windows. I could
tell she was crying. This isn't going to work, I thought. If
this is what's going to happen every time I do something she doesn't think I
should.
"Maybe this was
a bad idea," I said to her, a little more bluntly than I would have liked.
"Hmm...you read
my mind," she replied coldly. I was about to say something reassuring
when she continued, "Maybe we just need a little time away from each
other...a break...a LONG break." What? I thought. Is
she breaking up with me?
"Are you
breaking up with me?" I said aloud. She didn't answer, didn't
move. Just stood there, arms crossed in front of her, staring out the
window and sniffling. She'd been so moody lately. The littlest thing
seemed to set her off. I tried to help, tried to comfort her, but she
always threw it right back in my face. I wasn't about to take that unappreciative
attitude.
"Well, ARE
you?" I asked again. This time she turned to me, looked deep into my
eyes. Her eyes. Deep blue-green eyes...enticing, mesmerizing
me. I suddenly felt guilty. She had this strange ability to do that
to me. Before I had a chance to speak, she stormed off into the back
room. I decided to give her a little time to cool off, so I sat down to
watch TV.
About ten minutes
later she reappeared, carrying a suitcase and wearing a rain slicker. I
gave her a questioning look.
"Where are YOU
going?" I asked. She said nothing, only looked at me for a moment,
then turned and headed out the door, slamming it on her way out. I sat in
awe. She walked out on me, I thought. But...she'll be back,
I reassured myself.
Days passed.
She never came back, and she never called. I was beginning to get
worried. My friend Duplica decided that we should go out and do something
together, to get my mind off my problems with Misty. A nice casual,
friendly outing...or so I thought.
We decided to see a
movie, a harmless well-rated comedy. We laughed and joked, like friends
do, but half-way through the on-screen characters moved in for a kiss. I immediately
thought of Misty. Before I could do anything, though, I felt a warm breath
on my cheek. I turned to see Duplica, looking up at me helplessly, in need
of something. All of a sudden, she kissed me. Right on the
lips. I couldn't really do anything except give in to the kiss...so as not
to be rude or anything. I finally broke it, and I'd be a liar if I said I
didn't enjoy it. But as we were leaving, she did it again. I knew it
was wrong...I still cared for...LOVED Misty...but Duplica WAS attractive and it
did seem as though Misty thought we should have time apart. So again I
gave in to it. Sure enough, someone saw the kiss. I looked up and
saw her...those blue-green eyes blinking back tears.
MISTY! my
brain screamed. "Misty...I...uh, um..." I was
speechless. The words wouldn't come. They just wouldn't. Her
lip trembled a little. She mouthed the words "I hate you" before
running out the cinema door. Now I've REALLY blown it, I
though. My heart raced. It was a harmless kiss I told
myself. Just a kiss.
I left Duplica quickly
to return home. As I opened the door, a part of me actually expected
Misty to be there, seated daintily on my couch, smiling at me. There was
no Misty. But there was something...a yellow note, folded neatly...setting
unharmed on my kitchen table. I curiously opened it.
Ash,
I thought we'd
shared something together. More than just something...EVERYTHING.
Something even a little quarrel couldn't erase. I had all intentions
of returning...I really did. But now...well now...
Let me just say
that if I were to ever see you again, it would be too soon. I never want
to see your face again Ash Ketchum. NEVER!!!
It hurt. She'd
never said anything like that to me. I loved her. I really
did. I cared for her more than anything and everything I ever had
before. And I'd lost her. For good this time.
I thought of her
nearly every day after that. I called her mother, who quite calmly
informed me that she'd moved out of town. I walked down the desolate
streets feeling alone. In search for something irrelevant, I dug into my
coat pocket. I held back tears as I felt the velvet box I had stuffed deep
inside. I was going to propose. I had even prepared a speech to do
so...vowing to be hers forever and vowing never to hurt her, and to care for
her. But that didn't mean anything now. Not a thing.
Time passed.
It got easier every day without her. I never heard from her again. I
kept her ring in my room, apart from everything else. It was hard to have
it there, but it was the only thing I had that kept her with me. Weeks, months, years
passed. Before I knew it it had been almost 8 years since she'd
left. Eight long, hard years. I'd done everything in my power to
reach her. But it never worked out. I thought of her all the
time. I didn't date anyone. I just kept telling myself someday she'd
come back...someday she'll think of me and want to return.
One solemn fall day,
I heard a knock at my door. I yanked to open to find a postal carrier, who
shoved a bright blue envelope at me. I sat down to read it:
Dear Ash,
I hope this gets
to you soon enough. I hope I can reach you. I need to you to come to
me Ash. Please. I need you...I need your help. Please.
Help...
I didn't know what
to do. I looked at the envelope. The return address was in a town not far from
where I lived. I decided to drive there to find out what was going
on. I was scared. Very scared.
I searched the town
all over, looking for the street address that was on the envelope. I
eventually found it, and went the door. I knocked
and suddenly realized I was knocking on some stranger's door. What was I
going to say to whoever answered the door? I didn't have much time to
think; just then a little old woman yanked it open. I stood there.
"Um...I, uh,
got this letter...it came from this address," I stated knowingly. The
old woman looked at me, distraught, and led me inside. I didn't know
where I was or what I was doing there. But something felt wrong...terribly wrong. I was
led into a small room, where a young woman lie
motionless in a bed. I walked closer and felt a sudden twinge of
familiarity.
"Ash," the
girl mumbled. I stepped a little closer, and the girl fluttered her
eyes. Her blue-green eyes.
"M-Misty?"
I questioned, my voice getting higher. I went over to her bedside and
knelt beside her. Her hair was wet and tousled, and her face was pale and
thin. She was sick. I knew that. But I wasn't sure why she
called me...
"Ash...I...I've
missed...very much...I...I need your help...please...take care..."
"What??
WHAT??" I said in a panic. Her breathing was getting lighter
and I knew where this was going. NO NO NO! I
thought.
"Misty I love
you! I've always loved you! Ever since you left, I've loved
you! I tried to reach you...I tried so hard. Please, I want to talk
to you. I want to be with you. Don't go."
"Ash...I...love
you...but...you hurt me...that doesn't matter...though...please help..."
"Help, help
HOW?" I said desperately. "Don't go Misty...don't leave
me!" I begged her.
"Tell...family
I miss them. Please take care of him..." Him?
What? Who? I put my hands on her face. She was cold to the
touch.
"I must
go. Please..." She closed her eyes.
"No Misty,
NO!" I kissed her lips tenderly, hoping to wake her. She didn't
move. "NO, please Misty!" She exhaled a heavy, relaxed
breath.
She was gone.
WHY?! WHY
WHY WHY?! Why did she ask me here? To see her die??
I then heard a small
muffled cry. A little voice said, "Mommy..." I turned
around.
There was a little
boy in the corner. Not more than seven or eight years old. He was
drawing a picture. A picture of a young girl with wings...as well and
orange hair and blue-green eyes. The little boy was sniffling. He
looked up at me. He had her blue-green eyes. As well as dark spiky
hair that shot off in all directions. I turned back to Misty, and noticed a
piece of paper on the table. I took it gently, as my tears fell down
unto my lap.
Ash, please take
care of him. He's seven years old, playful, smart, and loves
Pokémon. I love him dearly. Please watch over him. Please
take care of him. He's my son.
Our son.
His name is Ash.
So, what do you think? Comments, questions etc. accepted. Reviews are good too! Thanks for reading. *~*
Mighty Misty*~*