Christmas Angel
Summary: Angels and demons have lived for thousands of years. Present day, and they still exist. Misty, is an angel with lost memories. Ash is a demon filled with hate for the world. But everything changes when Ash saves Misty from a car in the month of December...
A/N: OKIDAY, it's been a little while...and I never finish my fanfics, and I wanna hide in a hole. Plus I haven't responded to all the lovely people who have PMed me and I'm sorry. :( Life's a bitch sometimes. I will get back to you guys one day..one day...that's a promise. ^^ And this is a Christmas/late Pokeshipping month fanfic. Ughhh...I can't finish anythingggg. *sobs* OH, and this is also a fanfic to congratulate myself on completing my novel, so BOOYAH! :)
Also, not sure how touchy feely this fanfic is gonna get. Cuz ya know...Ash is a demon with issues...so...it could get close to M...but probably won't. So I'mma leave it at high T for now unless you guys want something. Mm'kay? (Leave me a comment if you want something and I'll see if it fits in the story line.)
I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I found it on google images...
READDD. ;)
~Misty~
Everyone said she glowed. Not as an expression, but as a truthful statement. Her eyes were always eager; filled with wonder. Her skin was soft, and shined even in the dark. Fiery orange waves dusted her shoulders, almost in a veil.
People fawned over her, and she always met their expectations with kindness and compassion. She was just the person everyone wanted to befriend, though unbeknownst to those around her, she kept them all at arms length. Because she felt lost, and alone, and wasn't sure whether her life had meaning.
Until she met him.
-Ash-
Everyone said he was bad news. The bloody red of his eyes warded humans away from him, and no one had called him by his real name for centuries. Sure, he attracted the bad sorts.
They flocked to him, and wanted him to tear people down, crush them and hurt them. He did so, but once he was done with the pillaging, he turned on the same people who came to him. It didn't matter in his mind. Because slaughter was slaughter right?
Killing people was just the way a demon was supposed to live. The lives of others were small, and hardly important. Especially to him.
Until he met her.
A/N: Yeah yeah...this is uber short. (Literally drabble) But it's an introduction! I'm gonna work on chapter 1 friday or saturday and sterrrffff...
Shout out to Satoshi Buddy-Chan for being the first to hear about this fanfic xD
See you soon~
~Misty/Ms. Ketchum