Is it Really Competition?


Hey PpLs, This is my very first Pokemon fanfiction. I know a lot about pokemon and I used to be a pokemon freak, which really bugged my dad for some reason. I can still remember what he used to say "Ashley, why can you be like other girls and play with make-up instead of those damned video games. It's just not normal to have a daughter who can beat you at video games." He was only kidding around but it is true, so I've decided to put all my poke- freakiness to use. I hope you like it and here we go. (Oh and if you start to wonder: Pikachu is at Professor Oak's for some kind of bug he had.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Although at times, I wish I owned Misty and Ash, so I could really embarrass them in front of each other ^-^ But there are two things I own in this story; the plot and my own character (She has the same name in my other fic, which is Harry Potter. But its not posted yet.).

Is it Really Competition?

A Pokemon Fan Fiction

An Ash and Misty production

By: Ashley Nicole

Age: Ash: 17 Misty: 17 Brock: 19 OC: 17

"..." = Speech

Italics = Thoughts

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A slight flash of sunlight made it's way through the blinds and landed on the eyes of a seventeen-year-old boy. Ash Ketchum to be exact. A slight smile played at his face and then vanished as he began to stir. His eyes fluttered opened and then closed and then opened again, showing a bright and dazzling color of amber.

He swung his legs over his bed and felt the cold wooden floor on his feet. He sighed slightly and began to get dressed in his usual get up, which now wasn't the same as when he was ten. It was true that what he wore was similar. For he still wore a pair of plain blue jeans, only now slightly baggier. And he still wore a black shirt, which was also a bit bigger, but no vest. Then to top it off his same old official pokemon league hat and he still had spiky black hair underneath of it.

 He looked at himself in the mirror and decided he was presentable enough for breakfast. He smiled slightly to himself and then started off for the kitchen. He made a left turn in the hallway and then walked slowly and sleepily down the steps. When he got the he noticed that his Mother, Mr. Mime, Brock, and Misty were all at the table. He smiled at them and mumbled a few good mornings then started to inhale his eggs, which Brock happened to have cooked.

He slowed down as he got full and finished off his oranges juice. He then looked up at his two friends, who were talking about something that was very hushed, and then looked over at his mom. She looked at Ash strangely and then turned away with a smile on her face. Ash knew she knew something that he didn't, but told himself to ask her later. So without any real conversation going on he decided to start one.

"Hey guys, what do you wanna do today?" So much for making a real conversation, he inwardly laughed at himself and then looked to his two companions. They sat and looked at each other for a minute and shrugged. Even Misty shrugged, which was odd because she always wanted to do something.

She never liked sitting around the house doing nothing at all. Ash looked at her for a moment and found himself staring at her. She still had her auburn red hair only now it had natural gold highlights, and had grown to about her mid-back and was always worn down now, and then looked at her nicely shaped face. It wasn't thin and it wasn't fat, it was... cute. She had full cherry lips and ocean blue eyes, which looked a little funny at the moment Ash noted. He shrugged it of and continued his reverie of thoughts about Misty. She had a long neck that led to her broad shoulder, which were bare because of her wearing a black tube top. It was tight around her and it ended just above her belly button and she worse hip-hugger slacks that were Hawaiian flower printed only they were black flowers to match her top. And on her dainty little feet she wore a pair of black sandals.

Ash stared for a moment more and then caught himself. He could believe it. Was I just checking her out!?, he shouted in his mind. He then began scolding himself for thinking about his best friend that way and resumed to their slight conversation.

"Well, why don't we go down to Professor Oak's and visit pikachu?" he implied while sounding a little desperate to get out of the house. "I don't really care what we do, just as long as it involves moving." Misty joked as she rubbed her ankle.

Just a while ago she had fractured it while chasing after Ash for saying something about her being scrawny. She couldn't move on it for weeks and every time she tried to it hurt like hell. She would say a little 'ow' or make a little gasp noise and Ash would come rushing in telling her to stay off of it.

 Misty found it quite amusing to see him bend to her every whim. He had blamed himself for her injury and therefore pampered her like a spoiled brat. He brought her, her dinner, made her drinks, and he even brushed her hair for her, much to her liking. But now it was all better and really stiff from not walking on it at all. Even though she enjoyed herself.

They both looked over at Brock and noticed that his head was hung down slightly. They looked questioningly at him for a moment and then both said "Brock." at the same time. But Brock didn't look up; he just slumped further down in his chair. Misty got a little angry at being ignored and nudged his shoulder a bit, and when she did Brock's head fell back showing that he was sitting up right while sleeping. Ash and Misty both laughed for a moment and then left to the living room.

They both sat on the couch and turned on the television, not really caring what they were watching. But after constant clicking of the remote from Ash, Misty had taken it from him and turned the TV off altogether. "Hey, what was that for? I was watching TV!" he whined to Misty. But she didn't seem to care. She just shrugged and got up to stretch, then sat back down next to Ash. She was about to say something when Ash's mom walked into the room. "Ash, hunny, by any chance would you be bored?" she asked as if she were going to ask them one of her gardening favors. She looked over at them with an innocent smile on her face as they nodded their heads. "Good!" she exclaimed by accident.

They both looked at her quizzically and then waited for her to continue. "Well, you see I just needed you three to do me a favor." She started but then looked towards the kitchen, "but you might want to wake Brock up first." And then continued on with her explanation, "I want you to go to Professor Oak's and give him this letter. But do not, and I mean do not read the letter." She handed Misty the note knowing that her son's curiosity could kill over twenty cats. Ash slightly groaned but let his mom continue, "You might have to wait at least a half and hour before you can leave there, but I'm sure you'll have fun" she finished and walked out of the room leaving Misty and Ash there in the living room. "Well better wake Brock up." Ash said to Misty.

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Ash, Misty, and Brock had made their way to Professor Oak's without any problem and were now waiting for him to finish reading the note. But they all noticed that as he read the letter he was smiling about something. He finished reading the letter and folded it back up. "Well you'll probably have to wait at least fifteen more minutes." Professor Oak started but was interrupted when the doorbell rung. "On second thought, you might not have to wait at all."

The professor started towards the door and then threw over his shoulder to Ash, "Oh and pikachu is doing fine, Ash. He's just resting right now. He'll be up and about in probably six hours." Then he continued his way to the door. "I wonder what this whole note thing is about." Brock said while trying to see who was at the door from where he was sitting, but his attempts failed. "Yeah, me too Brock." Misty said while trying to get a look at the person that the professor was blocking from view, and she noticed that they must have been talking but stopped watching,

 "I think they're coming." She whispered as Ash and Brock looked up. And sure enough they heard a muffled "Yes of course, come in." and then footsteps. Right before someone walked into the room Ash sighed and said, "I hope it's not Gary." After Ash had stated his hope of the person not being Gary, they all heard a soft giggled that didn't belong to Misty. "I sure hope it's isn't Gary either." The girl said in the same soft yet firm voice. They all looked up and standing there was a girl about their age.

She wore a black tank top that stopped just above her belly bottom and she wore a short jean skirt. She had amber eyes and rosy lips, and on top of her head sat a beanie form of Ash's official pokemon league hat. And sure enough under the hat was black hair, only this hair was about as long as Misty's and then spiked out at the bottom.

Ash instantly recognized the girl standing there, and she really hadn't changed since the last time he saw her; when she was nine years old. He smiled at her big smile and then started to chuckle at the worlds she said, "Well did ya miss me?"

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A/N: I know that this chapter was short. I promise to try and make the other one's longer, but it's quarter to 11 and I already have purple circles under my eyes from reading so much fanfiction. I'll post the next chapter as soon as I get five reviewers (And as soon as the next chapters finished ^_^) It just seems that all of my fics are spur of the moment type things LOL. Oh and I'll explain a bit more about my character in the next chapter, so don't worry. And before I get complaints about not updating fast enough here is the reason: I am extremely busy all the time and I add to my chapters every chance I get. I only post the chapters when I think they're ready to be reviewed by other people, so please try and deal with my slow-ness -_-'