This is a dark fic. It is depressing. Enjoy. Not to say that it won't have its share of romance and action and sheer happiness, it's not a fairytale. I really don't care if Brock is gay or something in the Japanese version. I'll leave my homoerotic fics for Haruka and Michiru if I feel I must make one, so for all intensive purposes, Brock will be heterosexual for this story as he is in the English dub. If y'all like it and review it enough the next parts will come very quickly. I have a lot of creative juices regarding this one. If I spell pokemon names and town names wrong, so what. Bite me if you don't like it. I write, and what spell check can't fix for me gets left alone.
Magic in Denial
Part 1: The Escape
The air was still.
He stood in wait, his hands so clammy it felt awkward to touch his fingers together, and it felt awkward as he nervously fidgeted with a small red and black apparatus that he was readying to use.
The sweat came in raunchy gushes. He was nervous. He was accompanied by someone who seemed to never be nervous, but he knew he wasn't that good. But he intended to become that good. He had been training harder than ever, and now believed he had a balanced team. It would never be as good a team as that of his boisterous counterpart, or so he believed, but he knew had potential, if he could learn to exploit it. He learned the hard way that having a powerful team was absolutely essential. Sometimes to survival.
His opponent seemed a great deal of leagues away from him at the other end of the water filled gym. He stood on a pier like protrusion on one end, while his opponent stood, collected and focused, on the other side. He hated to appear in such an unraveled manner in front of her. Though it wasn't her doing that he was in an unraveled state (though she often was the cause), he hated to appear so in front of her.
He would win this battle. Misty was only helping him train, and she only had one type for the most part. He felt bad just demolishing them with his Mereep, but his little lamb did need the experience.
Misty yelled,
Brock closed his eyes, and though he knew he had the upper hand, began to throw his pokemon into the battle. He stopped short, however, and decided to throw another.
he shouted, drawing another ball.
Misty appeared puzzled.
I taught him a trick, Brock smiled.
she demanded, dragon breath now!
Dunsparce took the hit quite nicely, his defense was good in comparison to many other pokemon.
Now Dunsparce, Brock began,
Dunsparce looked a little strange charging up for the electric move, but oddly enough, he had learned the particular TM with ease. Horsea went down like a two headed polar bear in the Sahara.
Misty did not become angered.
That's great! she shouted, normals aren't weak against much, and teaching it special moves should make it really good!
You've seen nothing yet, Brock replied. It was his turn to release the first pokemon.
he shouted,
Misty blinked. Lediba evolved?
Brock replied, she evolves pretty early.
Suit yourself, Misty shrugged. Staryu, go!
Brock smirked as he began his first attack.
he ordered,
Staryu was down for the count as the crackle of electricity surrounded one of redian's six fists and laid it on staryu like Mike Tyson on George Foreman.
I'm impressed, Misty clapped, taking her defeat very well.
Brock scratched the back of his head impulsively, and looked toward the ground. Yeah, well, uh, he breathed deeply.
Uh nothing, she laughed, you're going to be able to beat Ash soon. Now lets go get something to eat.
Brock smiled. And who's cooking?
I could if you don't want to, Misty offered, as the two met near the door and glanced quickly into each other's eyes, but the proposition was quickly answered by an ack of a third party member.
she shouted, how did you get in here?
Um, you did mention food, he said, as if there couldn't be any doubt as to why. But if you're cooking I think I'll pass.
I want to cook, Brock interrupted before any smack downs could be laid, so I can repay Misty for helping me train. I'll make something great.
Sounds good to me, Ash concurred.
Misty was a little hurt, but nodded.
Don't feel bad Misty, Brock smiled weakly. He suppressed an urge to gently stroke her cheek. The rest of his statement was made in an extremely delicate tone. I really just don't want you to work after doing this. Really. I should do it.
Ash's jocularity ceased, and he looked at his shoes. He wanted to get over the incident, but it was hard. Each of them was taking it in their own way.
Misty smiled back, just as weakly, and they walked out into the kitchen.
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James shook softly as he hid behind the desk of his once esteemed boss, Giovanni. He tried to fight the gagged sob which was trying to escape his throat as he listened to the conversation.
He had truly stepped into the room inadvertently. The Team Rocket organization had taken over the radio tower in Goldenrod city once again. Their plans had been foiled by some freak kid named Gold the first time, but Giovanni now believed that the second time, the plan would work.
It was the top floor of the building, and James could have sworn he'd seen his red-haired partner get into the elevator when the light had flashed the number of the very top floor. So he followed her. He'd always felt a little lost without her, although she didn't seem to care so much about him.
He recalled the event which led to his current situation with clarity, and he wasn't sure he'd change anything if he could. He didn't know why he did it. He just knew he had to.
Ash and Giovanni were squaring off in the Pokemon League building on the Indigo Plateau. Giovanni had used nerve gas to put the Elite Four out of commission, then proceeded to steal their pokemon, the best in the world. James had been on this mission, along with several other team rocket members. He was extremely adverse to the tear gas. He didn't mind criminal activity, but he didn't want even his enemies to die.
Ash had been given word of the incident since many believed that since he had stopped Team Rocket more than anyone on occasion, he would be able to stop them now. He, his friends and even all their pokemon combined were given masks to keep them from feeling the affects of the nerve gas.
But all their pokemon combined were losing to Giovanni's, since he had the entirety of the Elite Four's pokemon as well as his own at once.
Wow, James thought excitedly, Team Rocket is winning! We can nab pikachu, and--
But his blissful thought was discontinued. All of Ash's, Misty's and Brock's pokemon were subjugated, and Giovanni stepped closer to an angered yet reluctant to give up Ash.
he sniggered, you will never interfere with my plans again. You die.
Giovanni pulled a knife from his belt and charged after Ash. Ash began to run, but was not far enough away. Giovanni shoved him to the ground.
Misty screamed from deep in her throat. The word was almost indiscernible it was shrieked in such a frantic, growlish manner. She leaped upon Giovanni and grabbed for the knife wielding hand. Giovanni threw her to the wall. The entire right side of her body crunched, and she seemed to peel off the wall as she splattered to the cold gym floor below.
Ash scrambled to his feet.
he stammered, and in his confusion ran toward Giovanni.
Giovanni brandished his knife and thrust it downward toward Ash's chest.
Brock, who was previously too bewildered to act, suddenly leaped toward the scene. He jumped in front of Ash, about to take the blow for him. He looked toward Misty's crumpled body as he braced himself.
But the blow never came.
Giovanni's hand was stopped by someone a little older than the he was planning to kill. Someone weaker in raw physical strength than he, but someone when under the influence of an adrenaline rush had strength comparable to the man.
James tried to be diplomatic as he held his boss' hand back. He shook like an autumn leaf stirred by a sudden breeze, falling off its hold on the twig and tumbling into the street. he felt as if tumbling into blackness was something he was about to do, but held his ground.
Surely killing him is going-- James began, then stammered and choked on the next words, a bit too far?
Giovanni raged, snapping back from James' grip and lunging for him. James took a stab in the shoulder, but was able to disarm Giovanni as he pulled fiercely while the knife was embedded. He brought his fingers to his shoulder where the bite of steel ended and the knife's handle protruded, and brought back a fist stained black with the quickly frothing blood from the deep wound. He gasped, not able to sustain the pain. He landed on the ground, uncontrollable tears of pain welling in his eyes. He gasped and gasped, unable to release the air he was gasping, and holding his breath inbetween gasps. His lungs began to ache, but this ache was ignored as it wasn't even detracting from the pain in his shoulder. Though James had done something stupidly brave, his threshold of pain wasn't high enough for his enemies. Maybe if the blow had been taken for Jessie he could have held his ground, but for Ash, he passed out.
That was all he recalled from having actually been at the scene. Jessie later told him, as she hovered over him while his shoulder was being stitched and he received a tetanus shot, that Giovanni broke after what he did. It was the strangest thing she'd ever seen. Like his conscience hit him as James lolled on the ground, his red blood seeping onto the stainless gym floor, the three twerps huddled together, planning escape.
He ordered them to move out, leaving the twerps.
James was glad he was spared. But his life was not in the clear.
James thought everything was fine--nothing was said for the duration of an entire month regarding his insubordination. But his relaxation had come too quickly.
James didn't know how long he could continue hiding behind the desk without being seen. After all, he was sure Giovanni would need to use it before leaving and coming back. Even if Jessie left--Giovanni probably would not.
You understand, Jessie? Giovanni asked sternly.
she stammered, I am always at your service, but he's my partner!
You don't want to end up in his position, do you? Giovanni snapped. He's too soft. He has to go. He handed her a small tube. It's iocane powder. Put it in his food. He'll die quickly, and there's no way he can detect it.
Jessie held the flask as if it was burning her hand alive. She looked at it as if it was the ugliest freakish thing she'd ever beheld.
I'll do it, she whispered.
James gasped. Silently.
He'd have to escape--but if Jessie was willing to kill him, then he had nothing to live for. He basically resigned himself, and almost considered escaping the desk. But he had to be sure she'd do it. Maybe she was just trying to get Giovanni off her back.
Here's some money, Giovanni grunted, buy something nice. He'll eat it quickly, if I know him.
Jessie agreed, her eyes resembling shattered seashells. I know he will.
Jessie left the room, and Giovanni started for his desk. James was almost positive he was seen, but then Giovanni turned away and headed for another door in the room.
Nature calls, he chortled, and locked the door behind him.
James tiptoed out of the room, not even bothering to close the door fully, as not to rouse suspicion. He headed for the first floor immediately.
Giovanni opened the bathroom door after he was sure James had left.
Get the hell out of here James, he winced. And don't look back. Please.
James exited the building as quickly as he could, mind fogged with the inconceivable the whole way. He was too baffled to even cry. Why did Giovanni spare his life in the league just to kill him later? And by his own beloved, his partner?
He stopped at a bench in front of another building and put his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Dear God, he whispered.
He was tapped on the shoulder as he wallowed in his misery. He was startled and jumped a little, but after seeing who tapped him, was even more startled than ever.
Jessie whispered. Hey. I was looking for you.
James looked up at her, his eyes open to the fullest extent possible. He said nothing.
she softly uttered, as she shook a little while she spoke. I wanted you to come over for dinner tonight. I'm going to make a delicious soup, and I wanted you to come.
James retained his expression for an uncomfortable amount of time. She works fast, he gulped.
I'll come, he responded curtly. I'd never miss an opportunity to be with you.
Jessie was taken by this statement. She too was too bewildered to notice how awkward they both were acting. They were nothing like their usual selves at the time. But they had no reason to be jocular.
a voice called from far away, then ran up to greet them. I was lookin' for you two!
Meowth waited for a response, then became puzzled. What's gotten inta ya?
Jessie and James responded in unison.
Jessie began to ask a question.
Meowth responded blindly.
James and I wanted to be alone for dinner tonight, she stated, but couldn't somehow formulate it into the question she needed.
So ya want me to become scarce, huh? Meowth frowned. I see how it is.
I knew you'd understand, Jessie smiled.
James could have asked why Meowth wasn't invited. He could have made a huge fuss. But he did not. Her smile paralyzed him, to say the least. How was the smile which danced across her clear and beauteous face possible at this time?
she continued once again, be at my house at six, James?
he sighed.
See ya there! she left as a parting note, painfully cheerily. James felt that the wound he received from the stabbing was nothing in comparison to this. But he knew in his heart that he could give his life for Jessie before, and he still knew it now.
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Come in! Jessie smiled as James entered her apartment. His apartment was the one next to hers, as they couldn't really be far apart. They were partners. They needed to be together--but for business purposes, as James not so fondly reminded himself.
The food's almost ready, why don't you watch some TV? she laughed nervously. No yelling at James. No acting bitchy. James almost smirked at her change of mood from knowing he was to die. He couldn't believe it actually improved her demeanor.
James nodded, and flipped on the television. He flopped down onto the slim green futon which was Jessie's only real piece of furniture. He pretended to situate himself for a long stay, but as soon as Jessie disappeared behind the wall of the kitchen, James looked around the wall's corner to spy on her.
James watched Jessie prepare the food she was about to bring into the dining room. She did put the powder into a bowl, the blue bowl with the Christmas trim that Jessie accidentally bought once on a shopping spree. It was incredibly faded. James wasn't exactly fond of shopping, but wished that he could provide Jessie with everything she could ever want to shop for. She poured out all of the contents of the vile into the food, then stirred it up. She was going to go through with it.
James died a little more as he witnessed this. Impetuously, he dashed into the kitchen. Jessie's face contorted as if she'd just been caught by her parents while having sex. James stood agape for a moment, and acted as if he'd seen nothing. He suddenly had a notion, and figured that as long as death was upon him, he should confess his feeling to Jessie.
Without a word, James slowly crept up behind Jessie. He put his arms around her waist and pressed his cheek against hers from behind. It was a little cold, but became warm as she flushed. A tear slid from his eye onto it, and it's soft texture of fine foundation smeared a little in the tear's path. James kissed the end of the tear's trail, and sighed deeply into her ear.
he whispered, I must mean something to you if you'd do this for me. Oh Jessie, I love you more than life itself. I hope we can be partners forever. We could even leave team rocket. I could get a good job, I'm sure of it.
He slid his fingers through her hair, and though she tensed at first, he met little resistance for a time. Tell me you feel the same way, he implored, tell me, because each day that passes could be our last.
Jessie turned to complete stone after this statement. She pulled away from him, and just took the food and placed it on the table in the dining room. James closed his eyes in emotional pain, then went to sit down.
The food dissolved like mouthfuls of pixy-stick sawdust in his mouth, and he ate slowly and deliberately, wondering when death would come upon him. Jessie picked at her food momentarily, then closed her eyes and dove in.
They finished about the same time, and James just sat and stared at Jessie, while she looked at him poignantly.
she whispered, breathing more erratically.
he whispered back, his eyes never wavering from the hole they were begining to burn in Jessie's eyes.
I love you, she choked, I'll love you forever, even in the afterlife. Get out of here, fast as you can.
James' heart began beating. He was eating from a white bowl. An insignificant white bowl, and he hadn't noticed.
Jessie, no! he screamed with primal urgency, his voice crackling into almost the howl of a dying cougar. He ran to her.
she sobbed, I was never going to kill you. If you find out the plot, she continued.
Don't leave me! James screamed at the top of his lungs, kissing Jessie as he'd always wanted too, but much more furiously than he had fantasized. Not now! No, no, you can't!
But plot' was the last word she'd ever uttered in life. She released all the air she contained within her final gasps, and the irises of her eyes lolled back into her lifeless head, and every inch of flesh grew slack in James' arms.
Oh Jessie, he whispered, still cradling her still warm body, oh my love.
He put her down, really at a loss as to what to do. He looked around the room, wide eyed, and fell to his knees as he was about half way to the door.
Go ahead and kill me, Giovanni, he sobbed, you already have began the process.
He then began to shout. Do it! Do it! Damnit kill me kill me you son of a bitch just kill me! You killed Jessie you killed me and I cannot handle it!
He clutched his head and dropped even further to the ground, sobbing and wailing, screaming as if he were being stabbed then and there.
His mourning was soon interrupted, however, when the wall in front of him began to flake and crumble onto the floor. He shakily stood, staring vacantly like a deer caught in headlights. The headlights of his imagination soon became real, however, as the front end of a very destructive hummer crashed straight through the wall.
James' last thought at this point was how ironic it was that Jessie's apartment was on the bottom floor, though the complex was thirty stories high, making this sickening assassination possible.
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Ash cried, you have to be able to do this!
Bulbasaur's vines were nearly tearing as they fought against the will of a two ton car. Ash was surprised that the small creature was so strong in the first place, but knew he was putting it at great risk.
Bulbasaur was quickly being dragged with the hummer, and was too frightened to let go.
Whoever is in that apartment will die, Misty softly acknowledged, but so will Bulbasaur if he doesn't let go.
Brock had already sent geodude to tug on the bumper, but he wasn't sure onix would be able to. However, as he saw the two pokemon not really managing much, he had a great idea.
he shouted, I choose you!
onix was released, and his awesome size derived some respect from Misty and Ash still, though they'd witnessed its release quite a few times.
Quickly, get Bulbasaur and Geodude out of there, and smash that car in the same second so it will stop!
Let go Bulbasaur! Ash demanded, and though reluctantly, his pokemon listened. Geodude was flung back quite a distance. onix smashed the Hummer dead in its tracks with ease, though he left an even more gaping hole in the apartment wall then was there in the first place.
The driver was then but a stain on the floor of the vehicle, but none cared for him. They looked beyond the wreckage to the victim.
James stood not an inch away from the wreckage, still as still and agape as he was when the walls were merely shaking. The three also noticed Jessie's now bluish cadaver in the kitchen.
Misty whispered.
Misty stumbled over the smashed car to where James stood and grabbed his hand. Come with us. We won't let anyone hurt you. I promise.
Ash called bulbasaur back and ran over to James as well. It's a good thing we chased after that out of control car. I never did get to thank you for saving my life before.
I guess now we're even, Brock contributed.
James continued to stare for another uncomfortable duration of time. I'll go, he managed to scratch out in a whisper. But you'll be in danger too.
We already are, Ash lowered his head. I don't know what happened, but they all mean business now.
I don't even want to live, James cried.
We'll help you get through this, Misty offered. But now we're going into hiding.
James felt like they were moving underwater as they walked to the town's pier. He wouldn't be seeing home for a long time, he was sure of that.
Ash released lapras, and they all climbed on her, ready to leave their problems behind. It wasn't as if they were just running away and not facing their problem, they truly had no choice.
Where are we headed? James asked monotonously.
Blackthorn city in the Johto region, Ash replied.
Misty sat on the edge of lapras' back, looking into the water. She appeared wholly traumatized. Brock scooted over so that he was sitting next to her.
he whispered to her, what's wrong?
I'm just too young to die, she half joked, then turned to face Brock. Actually, I'm more scared of one of you guys dying than I ever was of myself. But why has Team Rocket gone so serious all of the sudden?
Brock put a comforting hand on Misty's shoulder and came up with a sudden answer, one that intrigued him, as he hadn't thought of it before. There must be some new factor, like a new boss or something. Maybe Giovanni is really working for someone, and they just changed ownership.
Misty laughed in horror, throwing back her head, what a sick person that must be!
Ash came over to the other side of Misty, hoping to join in on the conversation. Brock noticed immediately that he received more subtle physical warmth from the girl. She leaned more closely to him, and inadvertently brushed his hand or cheek a lot.
Don't worry Misty, he said with a certain sanguinity, we can get through anything!
Misty became tense under the comforting hand of Brock, and she looked at Ash with great thought behind her eyes for a moment, then turned away.
James sat on the opposite edge from this conversation, imagining that Jessie was reflected in the water, rather than his own torn face and shattered eyes.
he whimpered, blowing a kiss to the water. He then curled into a ball and tried to sleep.
Brock shook his head. I don't think I've ever felt so sorry for anyone in my life.
But he'll be okay, Ash nodded, He's with us now.
Whether traveling with Ash and his posse was the cure all to James' ills, he did not care. Sleep overcame his wracked body quickly, and he no longer had time to listen to them.
Misty seemed to cheer up a little, as if she believed in Ash's confidence. Perhaps she did. She'd always been slightly adversarial towards him, but in this crisis she seemed to rely on his optimism to sustain herself. Brock scooted over to lapras' neck and patted it, making sure that she of all those traveling was in good spirits. She did indeed seem happy, though it was getting late. She'd definitely had enough rest in the pokeball, and felt most alive while treading water and transversing the sea.
Brock once again looked at Misty and saw her talking softly with Ash. Brock had been a hundred times more personally comforting than Ash, but Ash just seemed to have a magic touch in respect to lifting Misty's spirits.
They all slept in odd curled up positions in the limited space upon lapras' back.
Brock woke as the sun rose, and looked over at the horizon of Blackthorn city which was coming closer and closer.
James woke as Brock did, since he was not sleeping easily in the first place. He just stared at the horizon for a moment.
he whispered, breaking the silence. Brock jumped back a little, not expecting to hear anyone's voice for a while.
Brock replied, just as softly.
James began with difficulty, I just think that if I had done things differently, if I'd told her sooner, that she'd be alive now. We could be on the run, but she'd be alive.
Brock studied the face of his former enemy for a moment, then frowned sympathetically. If a butterfly had beaten its wings in Zimbabwe at the right moment she might be alive now. The past is gone. Wherever she is now, she probably knows how you feel.
I told her, James frowned, right before she died. I let her know. She knew I loved her. And I still love her, but I will never ever hold her again.
James just began to stare again, then crawled back into a ball. He had just too many emotions to deal with at the moment.
The others awoke as they reached shore. As usual, Ash's stomach growled in its desire for food. Brock sometimes wondered if Ash ever wasn't hungry.
Pikachu awoke almost at the same time as Ash. It had been quiet during the whole fervor of the escape and was just now feeling like the world had slowed down enough for the trainers to notice their pokemon. They were all hungry, and togepi began to wail from inside Misty's backpack.
Misty took out togepi and tried to coddle it until it felt better. It ceased crying after a long while of gentle talking and funny faces, but it was still hungry.
The group meandered around on shore for a bit, but soon found their way to the local gym.
Here's a tip if ya wanna win, the dude at the door began.
We aren't interested in battling, Brock cut him off short. We're really at your mercy for a place to stay.
he frowned, the leader of this gym isn't here. She's attending funerals for the deceased Elite Four. But maybe one of her apprentices could help you, if you have a good reason.
One of her apprentices was listening and walked up to the group.
You guys look like hell, she stated bluntly, why? I could let you stay at my apartment, but I want to know why you need a place to stay.
We're being chased by Team Rocket, Ash sighed, exasperatedly. We just came from Canto. We tried to stop them when they attacked the Elite Four and were defeated.
James was dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans, so the girl didn't suspect him of being a member of Team Rocket. However, her face flushed in a mixture of emotions as she realized just who she'd be helping out.
Ash Ketchum? she asked, wide eyed. Oh my gosh, of course I'll help you. And we'll have to contact the authorities to assist you guys.
We would have called the cops, Brock explained, but we were in kind of a hurry.
I see, the girl frowned. What did Team Rocket do to you that caused you to run so far?
A lot of things, Brock angrily said, then began to tell.
Brock explained what went on on the Indigo Plateau, and how they were saved by a team rocket member, and so on. They had just escaped with their lives from the gym of the elite four after being shamefully defeated. It wasn't so shamefully from an objective standpoint, but their confidence had been shattered. Brock was carrying Misty because she was still unconscious. They had never before realized the physical strength that Giovanni possessed, and though he was no Hulk Hogan, they'd really thrown her against the wall hard. In any case, they felt they were in the clear, and were going to return to Pallate Town for some rest. Brock worried that Misty had broken bones somewhere, as her elbow was extremely red, as was her ankle. However, there wasn't much swelling, so this was probably not going to be a problem.
An old man came out of his house (which was in the middle of nowhere, or so it seemed to them), and offered them a room for the night. He had recognized them, and had heard as a news flash on Oak's Pokemon Talk that they had been sent to stop what was going on at the Elite Four's gym. He thought it terrible that the police were not sent in, but frankly, everyone knew that the police would have been destroyed by the pokemon of the Elite Four. The ambush was perfectly orchestrated hell, but no one would have thought that Ash wouldn't be able to handle it.
They were sleeping like good insomniacs in the home of the old man. Misty was on the bed and Ash and Brock were in cots in the room, and they talked a little about how they were going to get back at Team Rocket now. That night they were left alone.
The next month even was fairly uneventful as far as attacks. Brock decided to go off on his own on a mission to find himself. He caught a pidgey and taught it fly. He was able to do this as he had to have many badges of his own before becoming a gym leader, and although he had restricted himself to rock recently, he was quite capable of training all pokemon. He had five new pokemon when he had to return to Misty and Ash because he heard that they were being attacked. Brock's new mareep and mantine and dunsparce and lediba and eevee were doing well, and becoming very useful, and upon his return they'd fended off Team Rocket and seemed to be winning the overall war with each battle. But that didn't last long. Soon the battles were involving weapons. Guns, bats, and even small bombs. Brock was using onix often to deflect these attacks, since it could handle them, but it became obvious that they needed to do something immediately or they would die.
James then cut in, adding that he had been given regular menial team rocket tasks during this time until the incident with Jessie, and then everything seemed to reach breaking point.
Brock, Ash and Misty were on their way to escape to Blackthorn city when they noticed a hummer driving very erratically through the streets. They followed it, as they heavy traffic made its speed traceable while on foot, though its weaving through traffic dangerously didn't help anything. They saw that it was going to head straight into a building, and they tried to use their pokemon to stop the car from doing whatever it was trying to do by running into the apartment.
So now we're here, Brock finished, and James is the guy from team rocket that saved Ash. We're really in hell right now, if you can imagine.
I can't imagine, the apprentice confessed. By the way, my name is Tianna.
Nice to meet you, Brock said, and they were taken to her apartment.
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Brock startled awake. He didn't know what woke him, and he felt very insecure as he bolted upright in nothing but his boxers. The room was unearthly dark as the curtains which enveloped the window were quite adept at conquering the moon's light. His heart beat quickly, and he gripped the sides of his makeshift bed tightly, still bewildered as to why he was awake. He thought was lucky to be the one to sleep on the couch, as no one else would be in the room to snore or disturb him. Misty was in the same room as Tianna, and Ash and James were in the spare room.
a whisper throttled the morbid hush, terribly close to his ear.
Brock whispered loudly from being startled, and he was now fully awakened.
the whisper came again, this time with not such a reaction.
Brock realized who was talking to him, and he remained just as affected as he was before. The bearer of the voice put her hands on his shoulders, and though he could not see, looked into his eyes with great somberness.
Brock's hands began to tremble slightly as he felt the small cold hands on his bare skin, for he reached up to place his own hands around her waist. He met no resistance, and his heart began skipping beats as he remained touching the soft delicate nightgown.
What's the matter Misty? he whispered in a very concerned tone. However, he could not hide a little of the quiver within his voice.
I couldn't sleep, she answered simply.
Oh, me neither, Brock lied.
Maybe we can stay awake together for a while? Misty proposed, smiling beneath the sheath of darkness which the night brought about.
Brock brought Misty closer to him, hugging her lightly. Even such a light hug intrigued him as her face was drawn nearer to his, and soft cotton brushed against his cool bare chest. He began to warm significantly thereafter, but he pulled away a little so that she could not feel his rapidly palpitating heart.
Brock gasped, and in both his sleepiness and adrenaline induced fervor, he asked something he didn't have the balls to ask for a long time. Do you love Ash?
Misty was silent for a time that Brock found to be terribly uncomfortable. The answer he received was also terribly uncomfortable.
I don't know, she professed.
Brock edged along, trying to pry feelings from Misty, would I have a chance with you?
Misty suddenly became rigid with shock at the question. She had a feeling that Brock liked her, but was surprised just the same. She quickly became limber again as she didn't want Brock to think that she was resisting him because she was appalled, but he was still hurt.
Misty began again, delicately and stalling with several verbal interrupters, look. I think I love Ash sometimes because he's just great, and he makes me feel good sometimes like no one else can. I have a totally unique feeling for him.
Brock slumped a little, and she continued more quickly. But those times are few and far between. Most of the time he bothers me. You, on the other hand, are always sweet, considerate, caring,but I don't think you'd ever genuinely love me, so the same spark isn't there. You think you're in love with every girl that comes by, and I don't want to compete.
I see, Brock blandly responded.
It's the truth, Misty frowned, and slumped into his arms, resting her head on his chest. I don't think I actually love either of you--except in friendship right now. I do love you, Brock, I love you so much, don't get me wrong, but I don't know if I could trust you--
Oh Misty, Brock whispered, stroking his fingers through her hair. I don't really care about the girls I flirt with all the time. I've always cared for you way more than I even gush about them--
Then show me that, Misty concluded, and maybe I will come to love you.
Brock buried his head in Misty's hair and let out a large puff of air relievedly. He would do everything in his power to convince her that he could be true to her. He never wanted to mention Professor Ivy because then he'd have to admit that Misty was the reason he returned.
The two fell asleep that way, but as Brock was always first to wake, no one could have noticed. He gently left Misty under the covers on the couch and meandered into the kitchen.
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Tianna found it strange that food was cooking in her own kitchen when she woke. She almost jumped out of her skin until she recalled that she had visitors. It smelled incredibly inviting, however, and she did not complain.
she called, walking out of her room and into the main room where the kitchen was conjoined. She was in a fluffy pink robe and wore matching slippers on her feet.
Brock waved from the kitchen. He was wearing one of Tianna's pink aprons, and she laughed heavily at the sight of him.
Brock wasn't disenheartened by the laughter. Good to see that you're in a good mood! Sit down and I'll serve you!
Tianna also noticed that her apartment was cleaner than it had been in years. Her velvety brown eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked at Brock cook and pass out food as if he owned the place. She was sure that he was just paying her back for letting them have a place to stay, but in any case, she liked this guy.
Her awakening was followed shortly by that of Misty, Ash and pikachu. Misty was on the couch so it was a short trip. Tianna was a little flustered as she realized Misty had left to sleep with Brock, but thought that maybe he had slept on the floor to make her comfortable. Misty might have been reluctant to share a room with a total stranger.
Tianna dug in without waiting for the others. They were eating soon too, but the blue haired one was missing.
Where's the blue haired one of you all? Tianna asked, continuing to eat.
He wouldn't get up, Ash sighed. I tried to get him to. He said he'd be up soon, though.
I'll get his ass up, Tianna assured, and left the table.
The room James was in almost radiated sadness, and the man she sought was sitting up hunched over in a corner. She tsked with her tounge and walked over to him, lying a hand on his shoulder.
You're going to get up, she ordered him, and eat breakfast. You'll just get worse if you don't have anything in your stomach. Come on now.
Oddly enough, he just listened, and followed her into the nook. It was as if he knew resistance was futile. He didn't seem too eager though.
What's your name again? Tianna asked in an attempt to get him to talk.
he replied tritely.
Tianna acknowledged, seating him at the table. Err, nice hair you got there. Interesting shade of blue. I might just dye my hair that color.
James shrugged, and prodded at the food he was handed with the fork. He wasn't even planning on eating, until he noticed that Tianna was giving him the stare of death. He decided to shove some food down his throat in order to escape her piercing gaze.
She didn't look away, she didn't even blink until he'd finished two thirds. She then got up and tried to put all the plates in the sink, but Brock insisted on doing it for her, and washing them.
Ash had taken the initiative and was reading the classifides in the paper. He was looking for both work and an apartment, preferably in a mountainous and isolated area like Blackthorn where Team Rocket wouldn't try and kill them with every waking moment. He also wanted to enlist the help of the police, but decided that trying to remain in obscurity would be much safer.
Tianna suggested, work as an apprentice at the gym. It would be great. There's no way the leader would refuse you, and we make good money when we beat trainers. I'm hardly ever defeated. And Brock, work as my housekeeper for a while. My apartment looked like hell until you showed up. You won't make as much--
I'd like to work at the gym too, Brock interrupted. I was a leader before, after all.
But it's not a rock type gym, Tianna bit her lip, remembering who Brock was. One of those leaders that her leader always wondered how they received their position. She wouldn't be very happy if Brock was in her gym.
I have lots of other pokemon now, he assured her. I could hold my own.
Tianna frowned, then decided to solve it in a sure fire way. Tell you what--if you can beat me in a battle, I'm sure my leader would let you work in her gym.
Brock cockily interjected, a bit angered that his skills were doubted. Brock, a housekeeper? He wasn't about to go down any road even remotely like what he'd done for Professor Ivy ever again. He was definite about that.
Why don't I battle you too? Ash asked, trying to make Brock feel better.
You'd kick my ass, Tianna laughed. I don't want to suffer that kind of an ass kicking, I mean, just--
Hold up a second, Brock furrowed his eyebrows, I'm not as good as Ash, but I'm not bad either, I mean, my team is just perfect, and my mereep is about to evolve I swear!
Tianna grumbled, if you kick my ass you kick my ass. I just keep thinking you're only limited to rock types that's all. Personal mental thing. My dragons aren't afraid of rock types.
But they're going to be scared of some of the pokemon I have, Brock snapped, you can bet on that!
I'll believe it when I see it, Tianna snorted.
Brock turned his head away, angrily. He was hurt that an apprentice doubted his skills. He was the leader of a gym where rock pokemon were used! That didn't make him a bad gym leader. In any case, he would show her just how good he was.
Ash's mind wandered from the present conversation and was on a completely different track. Ash felt bad that they hadn't the time to get Meowth before taking off with James, but Meowth was probably better off not coming with them, as he hadn't done anything as of yet to put himself in danger. Pikachu knew things weren't going quite they way they should, but he stayed cheery and ate like he normally did just the same.
I think I need to go for a walk, Ash announced, excusing himself from the table. And Tianna, Brock has had way more experience than I have, and with his new team, you probably won't stand a chance.
Misty smiled at Ash, proud of him for defending Brock. At least she knew Brock wouldn't be fawning all over this girl any time soon. She was prettier than Misty, though. She was taller, had bigger eyes and lips, and long beautiful hair. However, their was something undeniably boyish about her, though not for an obvious physical reason.
Ash left, followed by pikachu. It wasn't as if anyone doubted for a second that need to go for a walk included pikachu. Misty almost asked if she could go, but didn't want to inadvertently rub salt in Brock's quickly opening wounds.
You know, Misty began after a long epoch of silence, I was a gym leader too, with water pokemon. But I haven't started a balanced team yet. Misty hadn't planned on diversifying, but she would if she had to.
You could fight me too, Tianna offered. You all can fight me. Whatever.
Tianna then scooted over next to James, looked at his empty plate, then looked back up at him. Good job, she said, now I don't have to beat you. But I think you need to take a shower.
James frowned at the girl. That was nice.
she winced, backtracking, you don't smell or anything, but I want to wash your clothes, and you look like you need to be refreshed, ne?
James sniggered. We all could use a shower come to think of it.
Tianna shrugged, then grabbed a towel from a chair in her living room and tossed it to James.
Go ahead and sing, she laughed, singing in the shower is very therapudic.
James frowned, and walked off.
I really don't like her, Brock whispered into Misty's ear.
I'm not sure about her, Misty whispered back, she just seems weird and oblivious to me.
She's a bitch, Brock grumbled, and went back to cleaning.
He'll get over it, Misty reassured herself. She knew why Tianna had doubts about Brock joining the dragon gym, but she didn't have to be such a bitch about it.
Misty felt a little out of place where she was, and was a little fidgety. She wished that Ash would come back, or that Brock would pay attention to her instead of taking his mind away by doing chores. She felt that her anxiety would worsen as James finished with his shower, as he would add nothing but more discomfort.
Brock was mad, however, for various reasons. One, because Misty didn't tell him that she loved him. But it would have been a lie, so she could not have. And secondly and most importantly, he wasn't respected by other gym leaders. It was a terrible thing to be told. Misty doubted that she was respected either, but at least she wasn't told that by anyone.
She didn't have a room to retreat into so that she could be alone, so she went into the room that Ash and James had shared since Tianna wasn't likely to go in there.
Misty reached into her backpack once in the room and grabbed a notebook and a pen. She clicked the pen so that she could write with it, and decided to try and be creative and write a poem. She wasn't much of a poet, and doubted that it would be any good.
My heart is yours and that you know,
But yours belongs to no one,
Every time I see you pass I hold my breath,
And don't let it go till you're gone.
Misty shook her head firmly, and crumpled the paper to toss in the wire wastebasket in the corner of the room. She wasn't a poet. She decided to write a letter.
Dearest Ash,
You're gone right now, and I miss you so much. I know you'll be back soon, but every time I'm not near you my heart feels empty. I lied to Brock and said that I didn't love you. I said that he might have a chance with me, which wasn't truly a lie, because I don't feel that I can chase you forever. You don't love me. I feel it in your actions, the way you pulled away that one time I tried to kiss you. I know it's my fault for chasing you away by acting like I didn't like you all the time, but they were all kids games. I swear. God, just love me, please.
But as with the last of her unfinished creations, she threw this away.
she said exasperatedly, contorting her face into the picture of sadness. She lye backwards on Ash's cot, thinking, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
She lye there for a good half hour when Brock came in to pick things up around the room that he and James had left lying around. He noticed Misty on the bed, and butterflies began to escape their chrysalises within his stomach in the millions.
she sniffled, continuing to lye on her back.
he replied, continuing to clean.
Come here for a second, she demanded, taking advantage of him a little since she knew that he had feelings for her.
He complied, and hovered over her. He saw that she appeared unhappy, and he leaned over to hug her and run his fingers through her hair. He was cheek to cheek with her, and his lips hovered over her neck slightly as he tried to comfort her.
Misty wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed him tightly to her. His skin seemed enticingly dark in contrast to hers, and he was very attractive. Misty didn't love him. She almost tried to love him sometimes, and didn't. But she was physically attracted to him. He was thin, but he seemed so smooth and firm and alluringly bigger than her.
Oh Brock, she whispered into his ear, then kissed his cheek lightly. She wasn't cheating on anyone. And at least Brock wanted her, which was more than she could say for the man that she loved.
Brock suddenly shivered, and lifted his head from behind Misty's neck to look into her eyes. Misty thought that the shiver made him seem even more real, closer, and more carnal. She started to feel that she was playing with his emotions and making him think that she felt something for him that she didn't, but she ceased to care. She put her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers up and down his back.
Brock choked, two tears sliding down his cheeks. Do you love me? I love you so much Misty, you're everything that--
Misty just pulled him down to her and pressed his lips to hers and kissed him softly, then kissed his upper and lower lips. She gasped a little, then licked his lips seductively.
Brock didn't know what to think. He deepened the kiss, and then lye on top of her, straddling her. He ran his fingers up and down her back as well, but he didn't think she loved him. Why was she doing this? He was undeniably aroused, and whatever she led him into doing, he didn't believe he could bring himself to be the responsible one and stop.
Their actions had become more heavy, and Brock suddenly found himself shirltless. He was in the process of running his hand up Misty's shirt when she suddenly shoved him off of her onto the floor.
What the, he angrily began, but then noticed that Ash was in the doorway.
Brock was breathing heavily and his nipples were hard, and every inch of him was filled with desire for the girl lying on the bed. But she sat upright in total terror and exasperation.
Ash looked around as if he just wanted to escape, but not from horror at seeing what was going on--he was in total discomfort. I think I'll just excuse myself.
Misty shouted, then fumbled around in the garbage. Read this! She began to sob, and fell at Ash's feet while handing him the note.
Ash replied, then left the room.
Misty looked at the floor, thinking that she absolutely ruined her chances with the man she loved. She couldn't move, she was frozen to the floor with her eyes wide open.
I can't believe you, Brock shouted angrily as he put his shirt back on. You were just fucking with me. Why? Don't play games with me!
Misty didn't reply. Brock ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He growled loudly in frustration.
Hold on there, Tianna jumped back in the hallway, let's not have a stroke here sweetie pie. What's the matter?
Like I'd tell YOU! Brock shouted. You don't even think I could be an apprentice trainer in your God forsaken gym! Why would I tell you anything?
Wait wait, Tianna frowned, I don't think that. Really, I don't. The gym leader thinks that. I've always thought you were kinda cute and didn't really care what kind of a trainer you were. Sorry if I got mad at you and insulted you. I just get caught up in the moment sometimes.
Brock fumed, but composed himself. All right I believe you. But I still don't want to tell you what's wrong.
she shrugged. But don't do anything stupid because you're upset. Please. I know you're all stressed out, but things will get better.
I don't see how they can, Brock sniffled, then walked outside.
Tianna shook her head, then went back to what she was doing before.
she shouted. Dressed yet?
James walked out of the bathroom and presented himself to her meekly. He was wearing the same thing he was before, but clean now.
Tianna clapped, now come on, we're going to go and have a good time! You'll feel better before you know it.
James found this hard to believe, but complied anyway.
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This is great! James laughed, and he gripped onto Tianna's waist more tightly.
I know! Tianna smiled, then looked backwards to James.
His eyes sparkled as he looked at the landscape below him as if it was the first time he'd ever flown. He looked like a completely different person from how he looked when he'd arrived. Tianna wanted to see the real James. She wanted to know what kind of a person he really was. She knew his depression would linger still, but she always felt she needed to nurse someone back to health.
Tianna smiled, hold on tight, we're coming in for a landing!
Tianna was very adept at flying. She loved it more than anything, and her dragonite enjoyed it as well. Dragonites were the fastest flying pokemon, and she was the only apprentice in the entire gym to possess one. Even the leader didn't have one. She would not rest each night until he leveled at least twice, and after a couple of months, her small, sweet dratini was a huge and formidable dragonite. She had never had a pokemon capable of flying until then, and it was all she ever did in her free time ever since.
They landed on Cinnabar island, which was all but destroyed at this point. Dragonite walked behind them keeping pace well, but drawing a few stares. There were some nice shops on the island even still. But that wasn't why they were there. The tourist places weren't the reason they were their either. James wasn't sure why they were there, and as soon as they disembarked he was displaying the symptoms of depression again. Tianna didn't expect him to get over what happened so quickly, but she wanted to help.
They walked around the island, and James started to lag behind.
Come on! Tianna pleaded, it's not much farther! She then took James' hand and made him run with her. Dragonite kept pace without any hardship.
They started to leave civilization and were on the more uninhabited side of the island. The shore rose into some high rising cliffs, and the horizon was picturesque as it tapered off into the sun, with tiny points of multicolored light across the entire ocean though the sun seemed a pink bulb square in its center.
James whispered. This is beautiful. Is this why we're here?
Tianna whispered back, then turned and looked at him. It's not. Are you ready to fly again?
James looked back in a puzzled manner, but simply nodded.
Tianna smiled. They climbed upon Dragonite once again, and she had him fly down the cliff side to the side of a waterfall. It opened up into a really large cave.
We're going in there? James asked, wide eyed.
Tianna smiled, and they flew into the cave.
Dragonite, return, Tianna said, and she and James were then alone in the cave.
The ceiling was double the height of James, but the glowing minerals which hung from it made it seem lower. They weren't really stalagmites or stalactites which covered the cave roof and floor, they were soft minerals which were there for almost eternity. They created their own light, and some were blue and pink and green. The waterfall behind them added a pleasant sound and a pleasant blue shade to the entire cave.
James commented.
Tianna raised an eyebrow. she laughed. Is that all you have to say?
Well, I've never been here before, James smiled, I'm still taking it all in.
We're completely alone, Tianna sighed. I don't think anyone else has been in here since the eruption. Everyone is too scared.
I would have loved to share this place with Jessie, James looked to the floor, smiling still. I never got to share anything with her before she died.
Tianna cocked her head sideways in curiosity and grabbed James' hand. You know that's not true, wasn't she your Team Rocket partner?
Well yes, James frowned, but we were never loving toward each other. She'd yell at me, make me angry at her, we'd fight and--
So why did you love her so much?
Well, we did everything together. We always knew that we were best friends. She was my only friend for a long time. I was never exactly popular in school, and I was never a great agent either. But we were together. And mostly when we weren't on missions or trying to steal that we shared the times that made me love her. Like, one time she was shopping like always, and I fell down the stairs, and she shouted, you clumsy idiot,' which made me feel terrible, but then she picked me up from the ground and asked me how I was and acted like a real friend, and was nice to me for the rest of the day. She was awfully stressed out. Right before she died, when I just woke up and was being stitched, she looked at me as if she was greatly concerned and told me how worried she was that something was going to happen to me. She was about to fight Giovanni herself until she realized that he was going to leave me alone. The month after the incident was the best we had together. We hardly fought at all. Meowth noticed--
Our pokemon and partner. He could talk. He was the only talking pokemon ever. He's still alive, and I miss him. But I can't go back to Canto and get him. We'd be killed. He probably just has new partners now and is happier than ever.
Tianna was quiet, not knowing what to say that wouldn't sound absolutely anticlimactic. She wanted to help him, but really didn't know how.
You know, James began again, I just wanted to die. To die and be taken away from everything. But right now, at this moment, I think I can live for a while.
Tianna whispered. I want you to live for a while.
Can we just stay and sit and watch the waterfall for a little while? James implored.
Tianna softly responded, for as long as you like.
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Ash sat on the sofa in Tianna's living room. He uncrumpled the paper that Misty had handed him, totally ignoring Brock as he slammed his way out of the front door.
Please love me, he read, and stared at the paper for a moment.
Misty came up behind him, very aware that they were alone.
He didn't respond.
Ash I--
You love me, is that right?
Misty was silent.
Then what were you doing with Brock?
I, I don't know. I have no idea. I shouldn't have been doing anything with him. I know that now.
You knew it then.
Yes. But I love him only as a friend.
I've never been that close to a friend, Ash frowned.
I told you, Misty shouted, I shouldn't have been doing that!
You have no idea how hurt he is.
You're right. I don't.
Ash whirled around the sofa to face Misty.
Please Ash, Misty said, looking down at the floor.
Please nothing, he grumbled, stone faced. If you want to be with me, then you need to get your act together.
All right, Misty nodded, then sighed exasperatedly, intent on proving that she could be the love that he'd always wanted.
Misty kissed Ash's cheek quickly, then went back to Ash and Brock's room, wanting to get away from any possible arguments for the moment.
Ash sat with his chin resting in his hands and shook his head. Misty had been acting so strange as of late. He did love her--but he loved her when she was her normal, outgoing self. Maybe something just crawled up her ass and died, but Ash didn't want to have anything to do with it.
Ash leaned back, and pikachu jumped up and curled up next to him.
Ash smiled and patted the furry yellow creature's head. At least I'll always have you to talk to, he sighed.
Boredom was begining to set in when there was a knock at the door.
Probably Brock, Ash frowned. He would be a better friend to him and comfort him when he returned. He opened the door, but Brock was not behind it.
Who are you and where's Tianna? the person behind the door frowned. She was a fairly tall girl with shoulder length red hair. Her eyes were a deep brown just like Tianna's, and apparently her brashness was just like Tianna's.
Ash Ketchum, Ash replied, expecting to receive recognition for his name. My friends and I are staying with Tianna right now because we don't have anywhere to stay. She's not home, she's out with a friend right now.
The girl seemed disappointed, then perked up within seconds. Oh well, good. I can't stand her. But you see, there's this guy that's getting his ass beaten by these guys, and they're pokemon trainers I think, so I was gonna get Tianna for help because she knows about that pokemon stuff.
Ash cringed as he heard Team Rocket mentioned. he began, smacking his fist into his palm, you've found the right guy to help out.
the girl sighed relivedly, I'll take you to him.
By the way, Ash said as they started to walk off, what's your name? Why are you still friends with Tianna if you can't stand her?
My name is Kirrana, she replied, and Tianna is my sister. It's not like I can just get rid of her, you know.
Ash smiled. I see.
Misty watched the discourse that took place from behind the door of Ash and James' room. She shook her head, and followed them from a fair distance behind.
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James stared vacantly into the water which cascaded off the cliff. It was a relaxing experience to sit in a secluded, beautiful cave and watch a waterfall from behind. He didn't know Tianna well, but he told her practically everything he had to share about his life, and it was very thereapudic. She tried to make him feel better best she could, even though some of her comforts just came out wrong.
Ready to go back now? Tianna asked.
I don't know if I'll ever be ready to go back, he replied maudlinly, but I guess we should.
Tianna looked at him with a balmy smile, and helped him up from where he sat.
she called, and dragonite came from his pokeball and yawned.
Shall we? Tianna smirked, offering her arm to James so that they could take off.
They flew out of the cave through the opening behind the waterfall and quickly made their way back to Johto and Blackthorn city. James wasn't worried that they had gone to Canto simply because Tianna wasn't worried. They hadn't been molested, and were in good spirits going to their new home.
They were descending as would an airplane as they neared their destination, and the particulars of the landscape became clearer.
Hey Tianna, James tugged at her sleeve, what's going on down there?
Tianna looked in the direction that James had pointed and growled promptly.
Not Team Rocket! she shouted. Damnit, I thought we'd chased all those cheese heads away from this area! Damnit! Dragonite, are you ready to bust a cap?
Dragonite gave a definitive grunt, and quickly swooped down to the scene.
Team Rocket isn't all so bad, James conversed as they landed, I mean, it used to be a lot more innocent. Then all of the sudden all of this business with slowpoke tails began, then it got even worse, we were plotting to kill people. It was horrible.
Well be glad you got out when you did, Tianna affirmed.
I just wish Jessie could have gotten out with me, James sighed, and leaned on Tianna's back. Tianna reached her arm around behind her and patted his thigh, but the moment didn't last long as they stopped seconds later.
Tianna shouted, Team Rocket scum! Just because the gym leader isn't here doesn't mean you'll be getting away with your crap! We don't like you jerkholes here in Blackthorn, and you're gonna be blasting off up Giovanni's ass pretty soon here, ya bunch of--
James suddenly grabbed her around the waist and fell to the ground with her. Bullets whizzed over their heads, and were about to be aimed at their intended target.
Hyper beam them dragonite! Tianna shouted, and she was now forcibly using her own body to shield James from harm.
Dragonite had taken to the air as the guns were fired, and hyperbeamed the rocket members from there. They fell to the ground, and Tianna dashed over to them to take their guns.
Naughty naughty! she tsked.
a voice said from a few feet away, that bitch has a dragonite!
Tianna replied, but as she began to turn and look at them, about sixteen more team rocket members came out from hiding in the trees.
Tianna startled, then released her other two pokemon she was carrying--a seadra and an ampharos.
You guys want a fight, James shouted, releasing his victreebell and weezing. You'll get one!
That's right, another voice shouted, as two people dashed into the clearing from the direction of Tianna's apartment. It was Ash. He released his bulbasaur and squirtle and charizard and chickorita and lapras.
A frightened vulpix and geodude ran out to join Ash's pokemon.
Brock's pokemon? Misty thought from where she was hiding, Then where's Brock?
Misty jumped into the clearing as well, adding her pokemon to the mix.
The team rocket members had lots and lots of pokemon, but they were mostly ratattas and koffings and raticates and zubats. Pikachu took care of all the zubats handily, and Tianna was quite impressed. The rattatas and raticates were easily taken care of, even in masses, by Ash's pokemon sans pikachu, bulbasaur and charizard. Lapras blew the koffings away with ice beams and blizzards, and any other oddball pokemon that were distinct from the general masses. The rest of the pokemon helped a little with everything, and Ash's side had an easy victory.
If only it was so easy before, he sighed.
The clearing they were in was an obscure one in the large surrounding forest. James, Misty and Tianna weren't sure what had gathered the Team Rocket members, but Kirrana told Ash that they were trying to kill some guy with an onix.
Vulpix latched onto Ash's ankle and tried to drag him into the forest.
What's wrong vulpix? he frowned, following the small pokemon.
Nice to see ya, Tianna smirked to Kirrana. Why doncha visit more often?
Why doncha shove it up y'ass? Kirrana snorted.
I don't think it would fit, Tianna sighed facetiously, not with the Pizza Hut they just built up there and all.
But they too followed, along with everyone else present.
Vulpix led the group straight toward a relatively short cliff. It was about four stories high, but relatively short, for a cliff. Vulpix kept looking to its bottom, and Ash and Misty flew down to check it out.
Kirrana wondered if should follow with Tianna and James on dragonite.. If vulpix was pointing out more Team Rocket members in hiding, then she would have to. But if it was pointing down there for the reasons she believed it was, she thought she should hang back.
Ash was short of breath when he saw what lye on the bottom of the cliff. Brock was still alive, but breathing very deliberately. Onix hovered over him protectively.
How did it happen? Ash asked, kneeling beside Brock and lifting his head.
They chased me off of it, he coughed, then fired a few shots down here to make sure that I died.
But you're not dead! Tianna smiled, thank goodness! I'm gonna go get help, you just wait here!
Tianna took off before more could be said.
Ash looked up at Misty sternly, then walked away from Brock. He didn't go far, and he reassured Brock that he was going to be all right.
Ash whispered into her ear, I don't think he's going to make it. He's probably bleeding internally. Go talk to him.
Misty just stared at Brock, filled with despair and guilt. At Ash's command, she ran to Brock and put her arms around his neck.
she whispered,
Brock gasped painfully as tears began to stream down his cheeks. You don't mean it. I know you don't. You love Ash and have never loved--
He was straining to talk, and Misty put a finger to his lips. She noticed that blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, and she began to cry as well.
That's not true, she consoled, kissing him gently despite the blood. She stroked his hair with her right hand, and held his hand with her left. Oh, it's not true. Of course I love you. I realize it now more than ever. Please Brock, don't let go.
Brock couldn't reply. He was somewhat asphyxiated in his condition, and was also stunned by her words. Misty stopped talking as well, and kissed him on the cheek. She caressed his face and kissed his lips, and cried into his chest. He made a feeble attempt to rub her back to console her nerves.
I won't die, he sniffled, I won't now. I don't want to anymore.
Misty brought her head back up from Brock's chest and smiled weakly. Let it be true, she kissed him again, don't leave me.
Brock began coughing, his body convulsing as more blood dripped from his mouth. It was a terrible sign, and Misty wiped it away without inhibition.
It wasn't long before Tianna returned. She had a nurse Joy on the dragonite with her. It was impressive that dragonite could carry three people, as Tianna insisted that James come along as well.
Hold on there, Tianna ordered, jumping off of dragonite.
Nurse Joy heals pokemon! Ash shouted. What can she do for Brock?
I was desperate, Tianna frowned. There isn't a hospital within two hours flying distance from here. They're coming in an helicopter, which should be a lot faster, maybe they'll arrive in forty five minutes, but I brought Joy for now. We called the hospital from her pokemon center.
Joy went up to Brock and force fed him some berries and a potion.
There's usually not much we can do for internal bleeding, she shook her head. But we'll keep him still, give him healing things and pray for the best.
Ash gaped at her. Those heal pokemon, not people!
Well I'm not Doogie Howser, Joy frowned, and we should try anything to help him.
Ash lowered his head and nodded in agreement.
Misty continued gazing at Brock, and he gazed back at her as well.
Ash began to wonder if Misty was really just acting for Brock's benefit. In one way he knew she was, but in another, it just seemed too heartfelt. It appeared that Misty really was aching for Brock once she believed that he might die. Ash did love her, but not enough to be jealous if she did end up with Brock. Brock needed her now, and if he really didn't die, it would be a shame if he found out that Misty's plea was a big lie.
Kirrana looked at the scene from the cliff top. She couldn't tell what was happening, but she saw some guy lying out as if he couldn't move.
she shouted down to them. You guys need help?
Tianna snapped her head up to look at her sister. she shouted to those within earshot, not loud enough for Kirrana to hear, I forgot! She's a RN! For people!
Tianna employed dragonite once again, this time to retrieve her sister from the top of the cliff.
Just don't move him, Kirrana advised as they landed once again. Whatever you do. We'll just wait here for the paramedics, and not move him.
Joy looked up at Kirrana, would the berries help? Or the potions?
I dunno, Kirrana acknowledged, they can't hurt, I'm sure.
Brock coughed some more blood, and Kirrana handed Misty a handkerchief to clean him off with.
That's not good, Kirrana bit her lip.
Try more berries, James suggested.
I already gave him all I had, Joy retorted. And that was a lot, I assure you.
James looked at the floor. Time seemed to pass so slowly, only about fifteen minutes had passed since they arrived, and it would be another thirty five minutes before the helicopter would arrive. He thought that not having a hospital anywhere near the city was stupid. In fact, there were some private practices, but not any good, full on hospitals for humans in either the Canto and Johto regions. Accidents were rare among humans, and usually the crappy hospitals with no helicopters and the private practice doctors could take care of anything that came along. Team Rocket had never carried weapons before. Maybe a hospital would be necessary now.
You know Misty, Brock smiled as she kissed his cheek again, the reason I came back to you guys after living with Professor Ivy is because I love you, and I realized it more than ever while I was away.
Misty nodded and kissed him again.
She's a good actress, Ash thought, shaking his head. He turned away from them and looked up at the sky for a sign of the chopper. Instead he saw about thirty heads looking over the cliff at them.
Good God, Ash grumbled, can't they leave us alone now?
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Now go down there and tell us if it's them, a white haired guy ordered. We need to be sure before we blast them. We don't want to report that we killed them and have it be the wrong people.
But there's a huge onix down there, a pink haired woman snorted. She looked a bit like the white haired guy, and wore the same outfit with the huge R on her chest.
You can never be too sure, the guy affirmed.
He released a pidgeot, and the messenger climbed on it to descend to the bottom of the cliff and report back who was at the bottom.
We're counting on you, the guy said, patting the messenger's back. The messenger merely nodded, then went down to do his job.
Can we trust him? the woman crossed her arms at the guy, knitting her eyebrows in concern. I mean, he's proved himself in the past, but none of us really want to do this.
We can trust him, the guy responded, his eyes like ancient ember as they looked harshly at those of his partner. He wants to live, after all.
The messenger landed in the trees near the group surrounding Brock. He gulped, and tied the pidgeot to a tree. He walked cautiously out to the group, trying to remain unseen.
It wasn't a pleasant sight. The looks on everyone's faces told everything--that the guy lying on the ground was dying.
He choked a little as he saw the guy with the blue hair. James. James looked just as concerned as anyone else in the group. There were also some that the messenger didn't recognize. Two similar looking girls, one with brown hair and one with red. They both were crossing their arms and maintained the same detached expression, as if they were plotting a way to save the day.
There was the familiar black haired kid. Ash Ketchum. Ash's expression was slightly different from the rest. There was an element of nervousness added. He had noticed the Team Rocket members on the top of the cliff.
The messenger couldn't dash out into the open. So he went back to his pidgeot, and went back to the top of the cliff.
It ain't them, he relayed back. They're just a buncha trainers on a picnic.
I knew we couldn't trust him, the woman snorted, then brought a gun up from a holster on her pants. If you're not one of us, you die.
The messenger panicked, and did nothing but shield his face. The woman caulked the gun, but never fired.
the white haired guy shouted, it's the cops!
All of the Team Rocket members scattered as a squad of police cars surrounded the area. Two escaped, and the rest were caught.
An officer Jenny leaped out of the car landing on one knee, pointing a gun at the woman since she wielded one as well.
Drop your weapon, Jenny advised.
Jenny suddenly fell to the ground after a large bang. There was a small black hole in the middle of her head, and blood began to run down her face. The pink haired woman tried to run, but thirty officers left their cars and gunned her down as quickly as possible.
The white haired guy shook his head, but with little real sentiment. He raised his hands in the air in defeat, as did all the other Team Rocket members that remained. The coroner was called for the dead Jenny and the pink haired woman, and the members of Team Rocket were cuffed and lead into the paddy wagon, each with their head down in shame from failure.
The messenger however, had escaped.
You all right? the messenger asked to the other who had escaped.
the other escapee replied. I'm fine.
Get outta here now, the messenger advised.
But I want to go, the other escapee said,
But the messenger just took off, leaving the other there. The other sighed, and threw a pokeball into the air. Skarmory, I choose you!
The other then flew off in the opposite direction of the messenger, only looking back a couple of times.
The messenger flew back toward the bottom of the cliff, only to find that a helicopter had arrived. He was very relieved, and though he felt bad for the death of the Jenny that the pink haired woman had caused, he still didn't regret calling the police because he'd never forgive himself if he didn't prevent the death of six innocent people.
That's it for part one. Will Brock live? Who were the escaped Team Rocket members? How much force is Team Rocket going to show? Does Misty really love Brock? Why do Tianna and Kirrana hate each other? Review this bad boy. I worked hard on it. The more reviews I get the more quickly the second part will go up! You can tell me what things I mispelled as long as you're not being an ass about it because my memory of pokemon names and even the towns is rather fleeting. Peace out!
