On another note, she couldn't believe some fan fiction writers were trying to link her up with Gary or Brock. It was strange, when people connected her and Ash she responded with total denial and always felt warmth go to her cheeks. With those two and others, it was simple, annoyance and disinterest. Then she knew it wasn't her, it was Ash he was the deciding factor in the equasion.
TR fans were getting more and more numerious, and Jessie and James were being made out to be almost good guys! (never mind they'd tried to steal every Poke' Mon they laid their eyes on, or the times they had attacked with the full intention of kill her and Ash. She knew a little about their past, but rotten child hoods did not excuse current misdeeds.)
"Get the twerp!" Shouted a kid wearing a T-shirt with the TR logo on it. Misty started, there was a dozen Rocketshippers on the city street in front of her, but they weren't looking at her, they were looking at a pummeled shape on the ground they surrounded, "This will teach you to attack Jessie and James with your yellow demon, and forsake your Poke' Mon!" The rocket boy hissed, kicking whoever it was in the gut. Misty then saw a yellow ball of fur several yard away unconscious and under glass just to be safe, Pikachu, that meant: Ash! Misty suddenly felt releaved she had left Togepi along with her other Poke' Mon with Tracy back at the hotel, then it turned to dread. If Rocketshippers were in town then Togepi would be a primary target: 'the evil egg must die' she had read on the internet for people who though Togepi would make a nice omlet just to add a bit of catch phrase to their vow of murder, she felt her spine turn to ice. She didn't understand why they hated Togepi, the reason they gave were reason that could be applies to any Poke' mon, saying her name over and over? Annoyingly cute? You could say that about a Fluffy! Though Brock had returned to his movie spot light and thus elelimanated the only even partshally tangiable reason for hating Tracy, the Poke' Mon watcher was also marked for death, he had just barely avoided a letter bomb a few days ago when they had arrived in the city. She was glade for Todd's sake he had never stayed with the group except for spareing occasions.
Still no one looked at her. No one was watching pikachu's glass prison either. She ran over and lifted the glass cover. Ash thought of antidote and recover potions as cheating in battles, but Misty had convinced him to carry them when away from Poke' Mon centers at long last. Using some of Kassandra's recently released revive potion Pikachu regain consciousness, his fur was still a mess and blood still matted his coat, but he was conscious and ready to fight.
"Chu!" It said taking in the situation at once. He didn't need a command to do what he did next. He saw or rather smelled his best friend being pummeled by a bunch of extremist. (a mix of Ash's blood and sent filled the eletric mouse's nose) The attackers where still too preoccupied with killing Ash to notice the angry yelp of a small yellow mouse.
But they did hear what happened next.
"PIIIIIKKKKAAAA-CHUUU!" He screamed the lighting surging from his cheek packs onto the attackers, Ash was so smashed into the empty street
he didn't attract any of the lighting. They all fell under the electric shock. One how ever got back up.
"Bloody hell. . ." He whispered, it was the one with the TR shirt he had a hint of a British accent, not enough to really notice unless you were looking for it though. His cloths blackened and chard, he looked dangerously at Pikachu.
"You freaking yellow rat! I was going to kill you when I was done with the Twerp, you annoying, stupid, ugly, deformed, satanic . . . ." He edged toward Pikachu, the Poke' Mon's health had been restored, but not his attack power, and that light bolt would of nothing normally, but Pikachu was weakened and beaten. Misty got ready to protect the Poke' Mon from the dangerous phyco-path.
"AHHH!" Screamed Ash like an undead leaping from it's grave tackling the enemy. Ash should NOT of been able to move with the beating he had just been given, he should of been struggling just to breath. Ash used his own weight to hold down the boy who wasn't that much older than him Misty realized with shock, Ash punch his face again and again, but he quickly slowed, and stop and then gripped him by the shoulders. Ash banged the still conscious rocket boy's head against the black pavement, but it was obvious his heart wasn't in it.
Misty gasped. Ash was crying. Ash almost never cried, he was the tough guy, the person who never back down or broke, like her.
"Why?" He cried. "Why!" He yelled his voice horse. "If John Q. Fanboy hates me so much, then why did the animators draw me?!"
The rocket boy spat in his face.
"Because your a retard Twerp! Your so stupid it's mind numbing! We wish you would just die so Jessie the Just and James the Great could be the stars of the show! You've gotten killed twice before! Once on New Island and those fucking stupid Poke' Mon had to bring you back with their freaking tears, then you die in the frozen ocean of the orange island, then Misty does the only stupid thing in her life and drags you and gives you a reason to breath! Dammit! You should get run over by a truck and that would be-" He didn't finish as Misty slammed her mallet as hard as she could on his skull. In the darker part of her mind, she really hoped she had injured him for life.
"Misty?" Whispered Ash his adrenalin spent, the pain returning, he couldn't be sure it was Misty with that face of animal rage she was wearing.
Misty's own adrenalin rush ended as she looked at the person she had traveled with for four years.
"It's me Ash. Don't worry everything's gonna be ok."
Ash collapsed, he was still holding onto the rocket boy's t-shirt, as he fell on the knocked out assault, a CD player it hit the ground and started playing from the rocket boy's pocket. Misty recognized the words, they were in Japanese, which to be frank where easier for her to understand than English. It was Team Rocket's Theme Song.
Misty clenched her fists so hard her fingers drew blood. She stamped and crunched the CD player with her sneaker, breaking the casing and cracking the CD, stopping the TR song with an electronic screech, when it had stopped she kick it so hard that it hit a street light and shattered like glass, plastic and electronics going everywhere in a small cloud burst of shrapnel.
Breathing in deep breaths, Misty Waterflower managed to reach down and pick up Ash with a grunt, oh she wish she wasn't so weak in the arms! Her arms and chest got stained with his jacket, crimson with Ash's own blood. Misty did something she hadn't done since that time her sisters had almost drowned her in the family pool as a joke, she cried.
Putting one foot in front of the other, she began walking towards the city's local human hospital.
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