Master of Disguise
By: Mistygurl
E-mail mistygurl26@Hotmail.com
Disclaimer: How many times has this been done? Oh well, I don't own pokemon, which is copyrighted to their respected, companies such as Nintendo, 4 Kids Entertainment and others (So I don't know all of this but it should be covered) It is for entertainment only! Any way it has a slight crossover to Man of My Dreams, Which I don't own the copyright either to.
This is one of the alternate reality sort of fanfiction. It is a 18th century English country setting. Has a type of Hierarchy system. Oh and Ash and Misty are in there early twenty's making everyone else about that much older.
Looking out a window absently making conversation with her best friend misty sighed.
"So I was thinking that maybe the reception should be by the rose garden, wouldn't that be just lovely?"
Duplica went on trying to turn Misty's attention off that damn invitation that for some reason she wanted so badly.
"Yeah, Yeah just fine" Misty replied barley keeping track of half, whatever Duplica was going on about. More then likely her up coming wedding. Misty then turned to Tracey. "What do you think your staring at!" Misty snapped at him.
"Nothing Ms. Williams, nothing." Tracey replied and quickly turned away.
Misty looked back into the window. She didn't mean to be rude but it was just habit. Then she remembered when she had first met him. He was nice, good looking and tall but not too much. He had gentry's title, dark hair and green eyes. Misty would have flirted if it weren't for the fact that Duplica wanted him. In fact those were her exact words "Misty, I want him!" So Misty kept him away showing her absolute worst behavior. To her it was a defense to push men away. Misty has flame red hair, crystal blue eyes and freckle-less ivory skin, along with a smile that made most men melt.
Duplica was very grateful of Misty. It wasn't like she was ugly. She had teal hair with silver eyes. Her beauty was quit and more refined then Misty's boldness. Now that she had Tracey (By a huge rock on her finger.) She would tell Misty to be more polite. Duplica could tell that Tracey was starting to retaliate at Misty, which was not a good sign. She knew she had to stop this.
The two young women were headed to church hoping to get an invitation to the ball hosted by the areas reining hostess, Agetha of the elite four. It was to be the ball of the season. First they had to be noticed.
They reached their destination. The two-foot men helped them out while Tracey sought out Agetha. Duplika knew this was the perfect time to tell her.
"Misty I know what your doing and you really don't have to any more. You are such a good friend and I love you like a sister but I think I can hold on to Tracey myself now." Duplica smiled at her "adopted" sister.
"I know, It's just habit I guess." Misty then laughed "He probably thinks I'm the verist bitch on the Earth. He wouldn't stop me from seeing you, would he?" She got worried at her own revelation.
"Tracey won't, although he has asked me how we could be such good friend when I am so docile and you are well…" Duplica was interrupted by Misty.
" I get it. I promise I will be much nicer for now on, because you're stuck with this friend for life." Misty smiled warmly. "Now do you think will get invited since we are older?" She wondered out loud now that she is 21.
"She should, how could she forget the local Gym-Leaders last single daughter. After all you are neighbors." Claimed Duplica as her and Misty went to find Tracey.
Meanwhile…. Tracey speaks to Agetha
"Good day Agetha, how are you and your two lovely daughters? Tracey asked exchanging pleasantries. Agetha's daughters giggled behind their mother.
"Just fine thank-you, how are you and Duplica?" Replied Agetha.
"Great, we are to be married at the height of the Indigo season." He answered.
"Tracey, have you heard about our up coming ball? It's just going to be a fun gathering with a few friends and I would adore it if you would come." Agetha passed it off, as if it was nothing, even though she knew how sought out her invitations are. At that moment Misty and Duplica walked up. "And do bring your darling fiancé" She added and walked to Duplica. "Hello Duplica." She smiled at her then put up her chin as she passed Misty. Leaving Misty a gasped. Agetha's two daughters giggled as they followed their Mother. Misty realized she was purposely cut out. She stood their shocked tears began to form in her eyes but she bit them back. Misty Willams never shows weakness.
She put her chin back up brushed off her dress and announced to Duplica "I'm going back to the gym." And walked out before anyone had a chance to stop her.
"Misty!" Duplica called after her. She knew why Misty wasn't invited. 'It's those damn dimples of hers!' Duplica thought. Agetha has those two ugly daughters to deal with. She then walked up to Tracey who was smirking.
"Tracey what are you smiling about!" Duplica demanded.
"You know as well as I do that she had that coming." Tracey answered.
"She didn't deserve that she is the most sweetest girl in the world. Slightly spoiled maybe but that is because she is well loved, such as I." Duplica started.
"What do you mean Duplica she has been constantly rude to me!" Tracey cleared his point.
"Just for your information Misty isn't like that. She was rude to you for my sake. I asked her to because I wanted you. Don't you remember her when we first met? Don't tell me you weren't even the slightest bit attracted to her." She shot at Tracey.
"Maybe a little but….. you mean it was all because you asked her to? Duplica I could never. For the first part I love you and I could never court her. I mean a man would go insane. He would be constantly worried about her being with other men. I don't mind a few *winks at Duplica* but having to worry about all of my friends would drive me crazy. Okay now I have stuck my foot in my mouth again. I'll go with you to get her and apologize." Tracey finally gave up.
"Right now it would be best if you went and got the carriage while I get her. You can apologize later." Duplica gave him a quick peck on the cheek to show no hard feelings and quickly went in search of Misty.
She walked past the churchyard, and down the street a quarter block to where she found Misty sitting under the umbrella of a Willow tree.
"Misty, Misty are you okay?" She walked up and touched Misty on the knee.
"I'm okay, it's just that I just don't understand why she did that to me. I have never been anything but kind to her." Misty mused.
"It's just that you're so pretty and she has those two hags of hers to marry off!" Duplica smiled and Misty gave a half-hearted chuckle.
"Will people think that there's something wrong with me?" Misty asked.
"No they won't because I'm going to stay home with you. We'll have a fun time just the two of us; plus you start your Indigo season in a few months." Duplica stated.
"I don't know what I would do with out you Duplica." Misty hugged Duplica and then Tracey showed with the Rapadash drawn carriage.
Next Day at the gym's manor
."Misty, Misty! Oh there you are." Duplica went in to the dinning room where she saw Misty eating.
"Hello, What brings you this morning?" Misty asked taking a sip of her tea.
"Just coming to make sure your not still brooding over yesterday. Are you eating again?" Duplica asked worried about her friend.
"Believe me I now have a health anger stirring and this is my first meal for today." She answered Duplica.
"You slept in?" Duplica asked. Misty nodded. They both knew that Misty almost never sleeps in late. "So you haven't ridden you Ponica (an ice ponyta) today?" Duplica asked surprised.
"Actually I had an exhilarating ride early this morning." Mist answered.
"Misty, you didn't." Duplica asked astonished. "Your father would kill you!"
"I was only out for an hour! I only Cantered on the roads it was to dark to go any where else." Misty defended.
"What if someone saw you?"
"No one did, it was nearly two in the morning. Plus I didn't have the heart to wake the foot-men to come." Misty smiled.
"I guess it wouldn't be the first time or the last." Duplica gave up and sighed.
Then through the kitchen doors came Danels the butler with tea for Duplica. He was a sweet man who had often watched Misty and Duplica when they were younger, and seemed to always notice when she came no matter where she came in from (except for that time she went and sneaked in through the window.)
"Hello Duplica." He said after he came in and handed he the tea.
"Thank you Danels, you know just how I like my tea." She greeted a she took a sip, honey and lemon were her favorites in tea.
He smiled and left leaving the girls to resume conversation.
"Well I'm glad you're doing better about the whole thing. (pauses for a moment) You have something up your sleave don't you?" Duplica asked couriously.
"Other then the fact I am trying find a way to set Lady Agetha on her ear, no. Why is it you always think I am up to something?" Misty asked innocently.
"Because you usually are. So, what do you going to do? Duplica asked.
"I'm just going to have to get an even more lofty title then Agetha." Misty stated simply.
"How much more lofty can you get then the elite four? You would have to marry the Pokemon Master." Duplica laughed a bit.
"Exactly!" Misty confirmed.
"What! You haven't even met him before. How do you know you want to marry him?" Duplica asked completely stunned by this revelation.
"I like his pokemon, and the water pokemon gym there is the best." Misty answered.
"Misty you always told me that you would marry for love not some title." Duplica tried to talk some common sense into her friend. Misty though wasn't listening.
"I could just see it. I'm dancing in the brightly-lit ballroom when I see a dark figure approach me. We talk and dance and he instantly falls in love. Then when we are married I walk up to Lady Agetha and say, Good morning Lady Agetha. Have you had a chance to meet my husband Master Ashton? She will be totally flabbergasted with her jaw dropped open which I will politely ignore." Misty laughed at her own thought.
"That would be something." Duplica answered. "But you don't know any thing about him, you don't even know if he is handsome."
"I heard from Erika he is very attractive." Misty defended.
"This is Erika you're talking about! Okay then what if he is a total brute, then what?" Duplica went on.
"He wouldn't dare, he's a master." Misty stated with a voice of complete certainty.
"Misty, your logic is astounding.(Duplica said shaking her head with a smile then returning to be serious.) Really, what if he is? You would still marry him just for his title?"
Misty answered flatly "No".
'Thank god' Duplica thought to herself. Then out loud "He still could be ugly" she started.
"Did you forget the picture we saw of him in his house in pallet." Misty went on.
"That's another thing, you really want to live in that bloody mausoleum?" Duplica smiled.
"It's a magnificent home" Misty protested.
"They gym alone is as big as this house, and this in no small home you have here. They have to have search parties to find peoples personal quarters!" Duplica exaggerated.
"It's all so grand!" Misty said dreamily.
"Grand? People get lost in that house every day and die." Duplica exclaimed and they both began to laugh.
"Really Duplica, die!" Misty said as she began to laugh harder.
"Well, worry about it at any rate." Duplica said as she began to calm down. "I guess if anyone could win a Master it would be the hard headed Misty Williams." Duplica gave in.
"Master Ashton Ketchum can start counting his bachelor days good-bye." Misty said giving the girls their last laugh.
Just then the butler announce Tracey's arrival. Tracey walked into the dinning area where Misty and Duplica were standing.
Misty then greeted him with a brilliant smile. "Good morning, Tracey. My you' re looking well today. If you give me moment I'll go run up stairs get my coat and bonnet and we'll go." She then scooted up the windy cherry-wood stairs toward her quarters.
Tracey on the other hand was struck cold with his jaw a-jar.
"Your going to have to do better then that if you don't want her to revert back to snapping your head off." Duplica stated smiling at Tracey.
Tracey lowered his mouth shut. "God I don't envy the man that marries her, not one bit. (He then turns to Duplica) Is that the same Misty?"
He took a change from a scowl to some sort of humor that held Duplica in amusement. " Did you know she already chose her husband to be?" Duplica stated.
"Did I miss something between yesterday and today?" Tracey asked skeptically.
"Nothing much- but did you ever think you would be feeling sorry for a pokemon Master?"
"This is taking precaution too bloody far, Brock. Walking in this heat, Gary would be laughing his ass off if he could see it."
Brock gave his friend another disgusted look. All he heard was complaints from Pallet. "Well you wouldn't be walking if you weren't so dense and brought another pokemon other then Pikachu." Brock stated sensibly.
"Did you hear how he insulted you Pikachu?" Ash said to Pikachu.
Brock gave Pikachu a death glare after it Chu'ed in agreement. "Traveling at night as we have been doing is one thing, Ash, but during the day, you see a lot more and get seen a lot more. You're here to disappear not here to draw attention to your self."
"Why didn't we just go back to your gym?" Ash asked.
"Because that is one of the first places they would check." Brock answered. "We should be getting the Cerulean gym soon."
"At least my clothes are comfortable." Ash mumbled. He was wearing jeans, tennis shoes, tight black tee, sleevless jacket and a pokemon league hat.
"Ash can you at least slouch a little? Your suppose to groom pokemon." Brock reasoned.
"No, I am a fine top pokemon trainer!" Ash stated doing his pose.
"Really Ash, do you want to have to face Gary now?" Brock asked dryly.
"No" Ash answered.
"Well start being reasonable! People are headed our way."
Pikachu looked toward the carriage.
In the carriage
It wasn't unusual to see people walking with there pokemon to the gym. What was unusual however was the quality of the Pikachu.
Misty noticed it long before Tracey caught his glimpse.
"What a great specimen of a Pikachu!" Tracey exclaimed as he went for a close look and a quick sketch. As he slowed them to a quick stop.
Misty loved pokemon and wanted a closer look, but it wasn't polite for a lady to do so with out asking permission so she went to ask it trainer and then promptly forgot about the Pikachu.
He stood there, sweaty and dusty, and she thought of him as the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Without considering the impropriety of it, she casted her eyes over him with the same intensity she used on the Pokemon. Tall, broad divinely put together, clean-shaved, revealing his sharp tanned features. She even found beautiful the hand that rose up to remove his hat, and even the wildly unkempt hair that was black as pitch. Then she met his golden eyes that she all of a sudden found starring at her making her jolt. The jolt made her realize how improper her behavior and was glad to have her hat conceal her flushed face. 'Thank goodness he's not gentry' she thought as she returned to the conversation.
"He isn't mine at the moment."
"Then who owns him?" Asked Tracey.
" Mr. William's is the proud owner for the Cerulean Gym." Ash answered as rehearsed.
After a few seconds in stupor Misty said, "I don't believe it! My father would have said something to me. Anyway we raise water pokemon."
"And who is your father that he would know about it?" Ash asked
"Mr. William's, naturally. I am his youngest daughter Misty." She stated confidently.
Then it was his turn to pause and his lip curled. "I don't see how gym matters are discussed with ladies." He answered.
'It is true' misty thought. "My father isn't like that!" She insisted and then re-met those golden eyes.
They moved over her in the same manner as hers did earlier. It was deliberate she knew. It was to get back at her. Was he thinking it was a compliment and she might welcome the personal attention? 'Not bloody likely' she thought.
"Then you're only delivering the Pikachu? Misty blurted out. "You'll be gone afterward? She finished hopefully.
Everyone looked ant Misty in confusion, except for Ash. He smiled and Misty braced her self.
"I'm a pokemon trainer miss, and I come with this one. No one else can handle him but me. I'm a right valuable chap to have around and I have a knack for it you see. 'Cause I treat them all like women- with a gentle hand for the most part, a firm one when needed and a good slap the hindquarters if the get to feisty." Ash said. It wasn't true and Pikachu and Brock gave him a funny look. 'Why did I say that to see if she could turn as red as her hair. Redheads didn't blush becomingly, but this one did. Damn her.'
At this Tracey began to sputter, Duplica was just about as red as Misty and Brock and Pikachu were totally stumped.
This got Misty good and steamed. "Drive on Tracey. I'll have him gone before he can get settled, I guarantee it." Hey started up again toward town with Tracey telling Misty "I'm sure he didn't mean it how it sounded."
"The devil he did!" she answered as the carriage moved on.
"She's right." Was all Brock could say as they watched the carriage flea.
"Found your tongue again?" Ash asked his friend.
Brock's cheeks flooded with color. "So I lost it, I have never seen the likes of her, except for Nurse Joy." (He gets all dreamy eyed) "But what's your excuse? You didn't lose your tongue, you lost you bloody wits! That was the gym-leaders daughter, the same gym-leader who doesn't know he has himself a new pokemon trainer and a Pikachu! What if she has them go home instead and complains to her father?" Brock asked.
Ash scowled because that didn't occur to him when it should have. "Well, we'll just have a race to see who will get to see him first." Ash dismissed.
"Why did you have to go and insult her in the first place?" Brock complained.
"I thought I was being crudely in character." Ash defended.
"Whose character, a trainer of fine pokemon who by his very trade associates with the gentry enough to know better, or a guttersnipe who doesn't." Brock argued.
Ash and Pikachu began to laugh "I think it would be safe to assume the guttersnipe's manners around miss scrawny." Ash stated.
"Safer?" Brock asked confused.
"Without question." Ash replied, but since Brock was still in confusion he decide to elaborate. "I do belive you were right Brock. My wits went and they haven't came back yet."
"She was something to look at wasn't she?" Brock raised an eyebrow at Ash.
"If you like scrawny red heads." Ash responded.
Brock snorted "I suppose you don't?"
"No, thank god. But you know what brock? I think I'm going to enjoy our little adventure." Ash said.
Pikachu looked at Ash and sighed. He shook his head at his currantly wit-less friend and started to think about ketchup. 'Now that I'm going to miss.' He thought.
"I hope that doesn't mean you intend to amuse yourself with "Miss Scrawny" As you call her." Brock told him, even though he thought she was definatly anything but scrawny.
"Amuse? Certainly, or didn't you notice she and I have just declared war?"
More to come, I promise! There are some grammer errors but that is because this is a rough draft. So no flames about the grammer, or anything else. I know this plot is kind of
hard to understand (another reason why it's a rough draft) so you can E-mail me a mistygurl26@hotmail.com. In the future you will find out about why Ash is in disguise and if he will be able to stay at the Cerulean gym if Misty can help it. The next chapter should be tons more funny. Please Review!!!!!!!!