Umm hi guys. Uhhh this is kinda a different fic then one would think I
would write. First, there's no pokemon in it first off. Just the human
characters. So I guess it's an AU. And there might be a bit of OCC, but I
don't think so, you decide that. Ummm I actually got this idea by listening
to Flavor of the Week by American Hi-Fi on Now 7, though the song isn't in
the fic. It is a AAMR, no matter what you might first think. Rated PG-13
for one or two swear words, and Ash says something a little umm Vulgar (?)
when he gets really angry at Brock, but ummm yeah. Speaking of Brock, if
you really like him, you might not want to read the fic. I needed a bad
guy, and he was it. It works for the story though.. Anyway, tell me what
you think, feedback would be appreciated. Flame me if you want too. I don't
know, this fic might need flames. Well, enough with my babbling just read
and see the fic for yourselves!
Ages- Ash- 22 Misty- 22 Brock-25 Tracy-25
Disclaimer: I don't think I own anything. *thinks hard* nope. I own nothing.
Misty sighed as she scrubbed the ketchup stain out of Brock's favorite shirt. It had to be clean before he came back this afternoon. He promised her he'd take her out to dinner tonight. Misty vigorously scrubbed the stain. She wanted to be done soon so that she'd have time to get ready before he came home from work. Finally, she rinsed the shirt one more time, then put it in the drier. Misty got up and stretched, then glanced through the laundry room door, into the kitchen. The clock told her it was 3:00. In just two more hours Brock would be home! Smiling happily, Misty rushed into her room to get ready for tonight.
"Which dress should I wear..?" Misty asked herself as she looked through her closet. Misty picked out her new dress, the one that was blue silk with little green sparkles. She giggled has she remembered how Ash had helped her pick it out. She had asked him to help her pick put a dress that would really get Brock to notice her. When she had tried it on, Ash had made a big show about how great she looked. Actually pretending to faint at the site of her! Grinning Misty shook out her hair, and laid the dress on the bed. Then she went into the bathroom to get ready.
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Ash stretched as he looked at his watch. 5:00, time to get out of this stupid office and go home! He was so glad it was Friday. He'd planned on spending all of Saturday resting up for his big meeting on Monday. Ash pushed his chair away from his desk, and spun around. He hoped out of his chair and grabbed his brief case. Then he took his hat off the hat rack and put it on his head.
"Don't you ever get tired of wearing that stupid hat?" a voice asked. Ash turned and saw Tracy leaning against the door. He was grinning. Ash grinned back. "Aw come on. You know you wouldn't recognize me if I wasn't wearing the hat" he joked as he rearranged it to his liking on his head. Tracy rolled his eyes, then followed Ash as he walked out of his office.
"Do you want to come with me and Brock down to the club?" Tracy asked him as they walked to the elevator. "It's Belly Dancer night and Brock got some tickets!" Tracy turned to push the first floor button, so he didn't see Ash's look of surprise and confusion. Tracy turned around again and noticed Ash's worried look.
"What's wrong?"
"Brock can't be going to the club tonight" Ash told him, frowning. "He's taking Misty out tonight. She was really excited, I helped her pick out a dress and everything a couple of days ago." Tracy shrugged.
"Maybe he cancelled with Misty. I'm sure he's going to the club tonight. He invited me at lunch." The elevator door binged, and opened onto the first floor.
"there's Brock!" Tracy said, pointing to the exit. "Let's go ask him" Ash was already walking forward.
"Yo! Brocko!" Ash yelled, waving his arm a little to get Brock's attention. Brock turned and saw Ash.
"Hey, Ash, just the guy I wanted to see" Brock said, clapping Ash on the shoulder. He reached onto his pocket and pulled out three tickets.
"Today's your lucky day man! I got three tickets to the club. Its Belly Dancer night" Brock wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips excitedly. Ash shook off Brock's hand and stared at him accusingly.
"Brock don't you remember? You promised Misty you'd take her out tonight! She's been looking forward to it all week!" Brock shrugged.
"So? We'll go some where some other time. I'M going to the club. Coming Tracy?" Tracy looked at Ash , shrugged, and followed Brock out the door. Ash clenched his fists and glared after Brock and Tracy. Then he stomped over to his car, opened the door, and threw his briefcase in. Jumping into the driver's seat, he put his foot on the gas and cursing, drove off.
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Misty stared at the clock.. It had just turned 6. Misty slumped into the couch hugging her knees to her chest. She picked up the remote and turned on the t.v. As she watched tears slowly ran down her cheeks, smearing her makeup to land on her dress.
*2 weeks later*
Misty sat on the bed as she painted her nails. She could faintly hear Brock in the other room, talking on the phone and laughing. She hoped Brock would get off the phone. Her best friend, Marina, was supposed to call her soon. Waving her hands to dry them, she absentmindedly looked at the posters of Brock's old girlfriends on the wall. She had asked Brock numerous times to take them down, and each time he had gotten angry. He would yell at her and tell her that this was HIS house and he could put up anything he wanted. Now Misty just tried to ignore them. Getting up off the bed, she went into the living room where Brock was.
"Brock?" she asked hesitantly. Brock briefly glanced up at her, then away.
"Could you maybe get off the phone soon?" she asked him hesitantly. "Marina is supposed to call and..." Misty trailed off as Brock put his hand on the mouthpiece of the phone.
"I'm talking to her right now"
Misty opened her mouth in surprise, then uttered a quiet "oh" and went back into the bedroom. 3 days later, Marina's picture was on the wall.
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Ash lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He silently cursed Brock, Tracy, himself, and the world in general. Why couldn't he do anything about Misty? Ash wished passionately that he could show Misty that Brock was just using her. Actually, what he really wanted to do was punch Brock's face in, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Ash turned onto his side and looked at the picture of Misty that he had on his dresser. She was in the ocean, gliding through the water like a mermaid. He remembered how for her birthday last year, he had taken her to the beach since Brock had been away on a business trip. Ash snorted and picked up the picture.
"Business trip. Since when does Brock have a business trip in Hawaii?" He asked himself. As he stared at the picture he remembered how happy Misty had looked as she swum in the ocean. Water was Misty's favorite thing in the world.
"not that Brock would know" Ash grumbled to himself.
"he doesn't know a thing about her, but he means the world to Misty.." Ash still didn't know how that had happened. One day, they were all just friends. Then Misty's sisters died, in a car crash. Misty had been devastated. She had turned from a highly excitable, jubilant girl to a quiet depressed one in a matter of days. Ash got up and paced the room, then angrily punched the wall. That's when Brock made his move. Ash didn't know exactly what he had said to her, but it must have been along the lines of "I Love You" or some crap like that. If Brock loved Misty, he'd burn his hat and then eat the ashes.
"No, he just wants to use her" Ash shouted angrily to himself. "and like a fool, you're to afraid to do something about it." Ash hadn't realized that he loved Misty until AFTER Brock had taken her. What perfect timing. It tore him up to see Brock hurt her, but Ash was afraid. Afraid that if he did something, Misty would hate him for it. Brock, he meant everything to Misty.
"I gotta get my mind off this" Ash said to himself as he repositioned his hat. Grabbing his wallet and car keys, he went toward his garage and got into his car. Maybe he could forget his troubles for a little while at the bar.
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Misty landed with a thud onto the couch. She had a bruise on her left cheek and her arms had cuts on them. Brock stood over her, his speech was slurred and his eyes burned with drunkened hatred.
"Please Brock.stop it." Misty whimpered as she cowered in a corner on the couch.
"ShUt uP" Brock shouted in a drunken daze. He raised his hand again and slapped Misty's other cheek. Misty cringed on the corner of the couch, another bruise forming.
"I'm go-o-o-ing out!" he told her as he grabbed his coat. He had to make three snatches for it before he had it. The he charged out the door, drunk. Misty stayed where she was, curled in a little ball, crying. She knew that no one loved her. After her sister's died, she had been devastated. Even though they always treated her like a runt, she had always thought in her heart that someday, she could be good enough for them, and they would love her. When the died however, she had lost her only chance to be loved. Or so she had thought. Then Brock had come and told her that he loved her. She had taken what she thought to be his love, happy that she had found someone who cared for her. But after the first couple of weeks, Brock had turned colder, meaner, and distant. And yet she stayed, yearning for the love she had never got to have.
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Ash sat on one of the barstools as he sipped his beer and idly looked around. The low lights o the bar plus the smoke from cigarettes made it hard to see anything, but he could've sworn he just saw Brock. Taking one last sip to empty his cup, Ash paid for the drink and jumped off the stool. If Brock was here, then Ash wanted to be gone. Seeing him would only make Ash feel worse. As he headed for the door he heard Brock's voice, slurred from having one beer to many.
"Yeah, I showed that bitch a thing or two" Brock said loudly to his companions, two very sleazy looking girls.
"tried to keep me from going out she did, so I showed her who was the man of the house" Ash frowned and moved into the shadows so that Brock couldn't see him. Was he talking about Misty?
"gave her a good'un right on the face. And after just three blows, she was as submissive as a mongrel dog." one of the girls giggled and put her arms around Brock.
"that'll teach girl Misty. I love a man who shows his dominance" Ash burned with white-hot fury. How dare he do those things to Misty! Before he could think, Ash stepped out of the shadows, and went toward the booth Brock was in. Brock looked up and sneered at Ash.
"What do YOU want, sissy boy?" Brock slurred. Ash brought back his fist and slammed it into Brock's face. The girls screamed and fled and Ash punched Brock again. Then he grabbed Brick's shirt and pulled him close.
"if you ever" Ash whispered, fury in his face "touch Misty again, I swear I'll take your balls and make you eat them" then he threw Brock into the table, pulled down his hat, and left the bar before the manger could call the police. Brock watched Ash go, reckless anger in his eyes.
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Misty shivered as she looked at the knife in her hand, then at her left wrist. It would be so simple, so easy to just end it all now. She could give herself eternal release from her tortuous life. But as she looked at the knife, she hesitated.
"come on Misty" she whispered to herself. "it's not like you have anything to live for. If some one was meant to love you, it would've happened by now" this is what she told herself as she brought the knife down toward her skin. Right before the steel touched her wrist however, she heard a knock at the door. Misty whirled around in fear. Brock? No, he wouldn't have knocked.
"Misty?" a voice called anxiously. "Misty come on, are you in there?"
"Ash?" she called out hesitantly as she set the knife down. Of all the worse possible timing. She didn't want Ash to see her like this! She had bruises on her face, cuts on her arms, her shirt was torn and her cheeks were tear stained.
"Yeah Misty! It's me. Could ya open up?" Ash called through the door.
"Go away!" Misty shouted as she crepted into the hall.
"Dammit Misty! I will NOT go away!" Ash yelled. Misty started in surprise. She'd never heard Ash swear before. Misty heard a thump and the door quivered. Then, after about 5 seconds, there was another thump.
"Okay okay! Just don't break down the door" Misty called out as she slowly reached for the doorknob. It was dark outside and she hadn't turned on any lights. Maybe Ash wouldn't notice how.dredged up she looked. Misty opened the door and looked down, so to hide her face. Ash reached out his hand, and with a careful finger, lifted up her chin so he could look at her.
"Misty.." he sighed and gently smiled at her.
"come on, get your things, and I'll take you back to my place and get ya cleaned up." Misty looked away and shook her head.
"Brock will be home soon and." she broke off as Ash took her hands. She was surprised at how warm and comforting they felt to her.
"Misty, Brock isn't coming back anytime soon. Please" he stared at her with his soft brown eyes; Misty just couldn't break away from them.
"come with me?"
So...should I write the sequel to it, or forget about this fic and just go back to my other? I will sequel it if you want me to, but if it's no good, then tell me! Hmm, well I guess if I don't get any reviews, I'll know it's no good, but I'd appreciate some any way, even if their flames. So I urge you do click the little review button down there on the bottom left. Well, ttfn!
Ages- Ash- 22 Misty- 22 Brock-25 Tracy-25
Disclaimer: I don't think I own anything. *thinks hard* nope. I own nothing.
Misty sighed as she scrubbed the ketchup stain out of Brock's favorite shirt. It had to be clean before he came back this afternoon. He promised her he'd take her out to dinner tonight. Misty vigorously scrubbed the stain. She wanted to be done soon so that she'd have time to get ready before he came home from work. Finally, she rinsed the shirt one more time, then put it in the drier. Misty got up and stretched, then glanced through the laundry room door, into the kitchen. The clock told her it was 3:00. In just two more hours Brock would be home! Smiling happily, Misty rushed into her room to get ready for tonight.
"Which dress should I wear..?" Misty asked herself as she looked through her closet. Misty picked out her new dress, the one that was blue silk with little green sparkles. She giggled has she remembered how Ash had helped her pick it out. She had asked him to help her pick put a dress that would really get Brock to notice her. When she had tried it on, Ash had made a big show about how great she looked. Actually pretending to faint at the site of her! Grinning Misty shook out her hair, and laid the dress on the bed. Then she went into the bathroom to get ready.
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Ash stretched as he looked at his watch. 5:00, time to get out of this stupid office and go home! He was so glad it was Friday. He'd planned on spending all of Saturday resting up for his big meeting on Monday. Ash pushed his chair away from his desk, and spun around. He hoped out of his chair and grabbed his brief case. Then he took his hat off the hat rack and put it on his head.
"Don't you ever get tired of wearing that stupid hat?" a voice asked. Ash turned and saw Tracy leaning against the door. He was grinning. Ash grinned back. "Aw come on. You know you wouldn't recognize me if I wasn't wearing the hat" he joked as he rearranged it to his liking on his head. Tracy rolled his eyes, then followed Ash as he walked out of his office.
"Do you want to come with me and Brock down to the club?" Tracy asked him as they walked to the elevator. "It's Belly Dancer night and Brock got some tickets!" Tracy turned to push the first floor button, so he didn't see Ash's look of surprise and confusion. Tracy turned around again and noticed Ash's worried look.
"What's wrong?"
"Brock can't be going to the club tonight" Ash told him, frowning. "He's taking Misty out tonight. She was really excited, I helped her pick out a dress and everything a couple of days ago." Tracy shrugged.
"Maybe he cancelled with Misty. I'm sure he's going to the club tonight. He invited me at lunch." The elevator door binged, and opened onto the first floor.
"there's Brock!" Tracy said, pointing to the exit. "Let's go ask him" Ash was already walking forward.
"Yo! Brocko!" Ash yelled, waving his arm a little to get Brock's attention. Brock turned and saw Ash.
"Hey, Ash, just the guy I wanted to see" Brock said, clapping Ash on the shoulder. He reached onto his pocket and pulled out three tickets.
"Today's your lucky day man! I got three tickets to the club. Its Belly Dancer night" Brock wiggled his eyebrows and licked his lips excitedly. Ash shook off Brock's hand and stared at him accusingly.
"Brock don't you remember? You promised Misty you'd take her out tonight! She's been looking forward to it all week!" Brock shrugged.
"So? We'll go some where some other time. I'M going to the club. Coming Tracy?" Tracy looked at Ash , shrugged, and followed Brock out the door. Ash clenched his fists and glared after Brock and Tracy. Then he stomped over to his car, opened the door, and threw his briefcase in. Jumping into the driver's seat, he put his foot on the gas and cursing, drove off.
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Misty stared at the clock.. It had just turned 6. Misty slumped into the couch hugging her knees to her chest. She picked up the remote and turned on the t.v. As she watched tears slowly ran down her cheeks, smearing her makeup to land on her dress.
*2 weeks later*
Misty sat on the bed as she painted her nails. She could faintly hear Brock in the other room, talking on the phone and laughing. She hoped Brock would get off the phone. Her best friend, Marina, was supposed to call her soon. Waving her hands to dry them, she absentmindedly looked at the posters of Brock's old girlfriends on the wall. She had asked Brock numerous times to take them down, and each time he had gotten angry. He would yell at her and tell her that this was HIS house and he could put up anything he wanted. Now Misty just tried to ignore them. Getting up off the bed, she went into the living room where Brock was.
"Brock?" she asked hesitantly. Brock briefly glanced up at her, then away.
"Could you maybe get off the phone soon?" she asked him hesitantly. "Marina is supposed to call and..." Misty trailed off as Brock put his hand on the mouthpiece of the phone.
"I'm talking to her right now"
Misty opened her mouth in surprise, then uttered a quiet "oh" and went back into the bedroom. 3 days later, Marina's picture was on the wall.
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Ash lay on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He silently cursed Brock, Tracy, himself, and the world in general. Why couldn't he do anything about Misty? Ash wished passionately that he could show Misty that Brock was just using her. Actually, what he really wanted to do was punch Brock's face in, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. Ash turned onto his side and looked at the picture of Misty that he had on his dresser. She was in the ocean, gliding through the water like a mermaid. He remembered how for her birthday last year, he had taken her to the beach since Brock had been away on a business trip. Ash snorted and picked up the picture.
"Business trip. Since when does Brock have a business trip in Hawaii?" He asked himself. As he stared at the picture he remembered how happy Misty had looked as she swum in the ocean. Water was Misty's favorite thing in the world.
"not that Brock would know" Ash grumbled to himself.
"he doesn't know a thing about her, but he means the world to Misty.." Ash still didn't know how that had happened. One day, they were all just friends. Then Misty's sisters died, in a car crash. Misty had been devastated. She had turned from a highly excitable, jubilant girl to a quiet depressed one in a matter of days. Ash got up and paced the room, then angrily punched the wall. That's when Brock made his move. Ash didn't know exactly what he had said to her, but it must have been along the lines of "I Love You" or some crap like that. If Brock loved Misty, he'd burn his hat and then eat the ashes.
"No, he just wants to use her" Ash shouted angrily to himself. "and like a fool, you're to afraid to do something about it." Ash hadn't realized that he loved Misty until AFTER Brock had taken her. What perfect timing. It tore him up to see Brock hurt her, but Ash was afraid. Afraid that if he did something, Misty would hate him for it. Brock, he meant everything to Misty.
"I gotta get my mind off this" Ash said to himself as he repositioned his hat. Grabbing his wallet and car keys, he went toward his garage and got into his car. Maybe he could forget his troubles for a little while at the bar.
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Misty landed with a thud onto the couch. She had a bruise on her left cheek and her arms had cuts on them. Brock stood over her, his speech was slurred and his eyes burned with drunkened hatred.
"Please Brock.stop it." Misty whimpered as she cowered in a corner on the couch.
"ShUt uP" Brock shouted in a drunken daze. He raised his hand again and slapped Misty's other cheek. Misty cringed on the corner of the couch, another bruise forming.
"I'm go-o-o-ing out!" he told her as he grabbed his coat. He had to make three snatches for it before he had it. The he charged out the door, drunk. Misty stayed where she was, curled in a little ball, crying. She knew that no one loved her. After her sister's died, she had been devastated. Even though they always treated her like a runt, she had always thought in her heart that someday, she could be good enough for them, and they would love her. When the died however, she had lost her only chance to be loved. Or so she had thought. Then Brock had come and told her that he loved her. She had taken what she thought to be his love, happy that she had found someone who cared for her. But after the first couple of weeks, Brock had turned colder, meaner, and distant. And yet she stayed, yearning for the love she had never got to have.
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Ash sat on one of the barstools as he sipped his beer and idly looked around. The low lights o the bar plus the smoke from cigarettes made it hard to see anything, but he could've sworn he just saw Brock. Taking one last sip to empty his cup, Ash paid for the drink and jumped off the stool. If Brock was here, then Ash wanted to be gone. Seeing him would only make Ash feel worse. As he headed for the door he heard Brock's voice, slurred from having one beer to many.
"Yeah, I showed that bitch a thing or two" Brock said loudly to his companions, two very sleazy looking girls.
"tried to keep me from going out she did, so I showed her who was the man of the house" Ash frowned and moved into the shadows so that Brock couldn't see him. Was he talking about Misty?
"gave her a good'un right on the face. And after just three blows, she was as submissive as a mongrel dog." one of the girls giggled and put her arms around Brock.
"that'll teach girl Misty. I love a man who shows his dominance" Ash burned with white-hot fury. How dare he do those things to Misty! Before he could think, Ash stepped out of the shadows, and went toward the booth Brock was in. Brock looked up and sneered at Ash.
"What do YOU want, sissy boy?" Brock slurred. Ash brought back his fist and slammed it into Brock's face. The girls screamed and fled and Ash punched Brock again. Then he grabbed Brick's shirt and pulled him close.
"if you ever" Ash whispered, fury in his face "touch Misty again, I swear I'll take your balls and make you eat them" then he threw Brock into the table, pulled down his hat, and left the bar before the manger could call the police. Brock watched Ash go, reckless anger in his eyes.
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Misty shivered as she looked at the knife in her hand, then at her left wrist. It would be so simple, so easy to just end it all now. She could give herself eternal release from her tortuous life. But as she looked at the knife, she hesitated.
"come on Misty" she whispered to herself. "it's not like you have anything to live for. If some one was meant to love you, it would've happened by now" this is what she told herself as she brought the knife down toward her skin. Right before the steel touched her wrist however, she heard a knock at the door. Misty whirled around in fear. Brock? No, he wouldn't have knocked.
"Misty?" a voice called anxiously. "Misty come on, are you in there?"
"Ash?" she called out hesitantly as she set the knife down. Of all the worse possible timing. She didn't want Ash to see her like this! She had bruises on her face, cuts on her arms, her shirt was torn and her cheeks were tear stained.
"Yeah Misty! It's me. Could ya open up?" Ash called through the door.
"Go away!" Misty shouted as she crepted into the hall.
"Dammit Misty! I will NOT go away!" Ash yelled. Misty started in surprise. She'd never heard Ash swear before. Misty heard a thump and the door quivered. Then, after about 5 seconds, there was another thump.
"Okay okay! Just don't break down the door" Misty called out as she slowly reached for the doorknob. It was dark outside and she hadn't turned on any lights. Maybe Ash wouldn't notice how.dredged up she looked. Misty opened the door and looked down, so to hide her face. Ash reached out his hand, and with a careful finger, lifted up her chin so he could look at her.
"Misty.." he sighed and gently smiled at her.
"come on, get your things, and I'll take you back to my place and get ya cleaned up." Misty looked away and shook her head.
"Brock will be home soon and." she broke off as Ash took her hands. She was surprised at how warm and comforting they felt to her.
"Misty, Brock isn't coming back anytime soon. Please" he stared at her with his soft brown eyes; Misty just couldn't break away from them.
"come with me?"
So...should I write the sequel to it, or forget about this fic and just go back to my other? I will sequel it if you want me to, but if it's no good, then tell me! Hmm, well I guess if I don't get any reviews, I'll know it's no good, but I'd appreciate some any way, even if their flames. So I urge you do click the little review button down there on the bottom left. Well, ttfn!