Brown Eyes
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It's been fifteen years. He's alone now, even Pikachu has found a mate. He's the Pokémon Master, but does it matter anymore? Every night he goes home with a different girl. Brunettes, blondes, even purple haired once. But never red heads. Brown eyes, green eyes, hazel eyes. But never blue eyes. It's been fifteen years, and it's all a blur.
He sees a young redhead with hair color as vibrant as he remembered hers being. His heart leaps; he calls her name, brushing away Pikachu's attempts to pull him away. She doesn't respond. He lurches forward and grabs her arm. She turns to face him. He sees her face again after all those years. But... Her eyes are the wrong color. Instead of cerulean blue... They're stormy gray. She's too young. It's all wrong. She looks at him strangely, jerking her arm out of his grip and edging away nervously.
That's when he hears her voice. A voice he hasn't heard for years. Sweet, but sharp as a knife when she wanted it to be. It didn't come from the gray-eyed girl's mouth. He looks up and sees her. Her back's turned but he knows. It's her. Her voice rings out again and another man appears behind her. He catches her around the waist and presses a kiss to her hair. She giggles like a schoolgirl. The gray-eyed girl runs toward them and Ash slips out of sight. He watches in silence. The young girl chatters animatedly, gesturing behind herself wildly.
Misty looks up, eyes searching the crowd. Brown clashed with blue. For a moment everything else disappeared. Ash and Misty existed in a world of their own. For a wild moment, Ash pictured himself racing to Misty's side and wrapping his arms around her the way he had wanted to since she left. A chirp of "pikachupi!" startles him out of his daydream. He breaks away from Misty's gaze, reaching out just in time to stop Pikachu from leaping toward the older readhead. A child shrieks. Misty's child. Misty breaks away. She bends toward the gray-eyed girl and smiles indulgently. The man beside her kneels and takes Misty's hand, a question on his lips. She smiles at him, eyes darting back to meet Ash's for the briefest of moments. Ash turns away.
'Her eyes should've been brown...'