Pokeshipping: A Medieval Tale; A Secret Story
Chapter 1: Once Upon A Time...
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Beauty and the Beast or anything else mentioned.
Okay, this was requested by Blazeblueheart, and I hope you like it Karis! ^_^
Basic Notes:
Kanto = Kingdom/Continent
Kanto's Provinces/village/town = Viridian City etc..
Misty = Princess Misty Kasumi Waterflower
Ash = "Mysterious someone" Only name he gives is "Ash"
Gary = Sir Gary of Viridian
Professor Oak = Magician of the kingdom
Once Upon A Time...there was a land full of kingdoms, royalty, and magic. It had anything your heart desired and more. There was another land also, one without magic. It had responsibilities and travesties. These two lands were parallel to one another, until a fateful act was made that changed the two forever...
Prologue
12 years before...
Misty sat at her desk; pages of unread books fluttered in the wind coming from her open window.
Knock...knock... The widows thumped against the wall. She stopped staring ahead of her, and got to her feet; her dress swished with every delicate movement as she headed in the direction of the large, door sized windows. Her hands slipped across both of the twin windows and began to shut them, when she looked across her balcony to see a small round object in the middle of it.
Curiosity got the better of her, and she let go of the windows. Hiking up her skirts, she stepped out into the chilly night, heading towards the round thing. Upon reaching it, she bent over and sat on her knees. Taking the cold object in her hands, she carefully picked it up.
Standing slowly, she went back inside to the steadily heated hearth to warm herself. Setting the hard as stone thing down, she put her hands near to the open flames, her fingerpads getting the best spot of warmth. She heard something suddenly, and turned, to see the stone thing moving back and forth on her red, velvet, downy chair.
She got to her feet, and peered at it, as it rocked and bucked. Her eyes widened as the top shot off, and she saw a head come out. Staring in a silly stupor, she watched as the thing sprouted tiny arms and feet. It rolled around on its round body, until accidentally flying off the lip of the chair. It hit the ground with a sickening thud; Misty cringed; it begin to bawl. She swept herself down to the floor, and scooped up the weeping thing. Holding it to her chest, she cooed softly, whilst sitting down on her velveteen chair.
"To...toki...Breeeee!" It whimpered. Misty held it out before her in her own small hands.
She named it Togepi.
…
Rushing down the street, I flick my scarf over my shoulder, stuffing a bite of convenient store sandwich into my mouth and sprinting around a corner.
Can't be late, can't be late, can't be late! I think to myself. The trouble with part time jobs are that you are always called in on the spur of the moment; not when it is convenient for yourself. Oh WHY did they have to be short on staff today? Jogging in place while cars flash by, I wait anxiously, my breath coming out in hot puffs of visible clouds.
Red light! I dash across the street before the honking cars, my feet pounding against the cold ground in the crisp, and chilly morning. I reach the other side, and sprint up the next block, towards the skyscraper where my job takes place. Good thing I didn't take my car, I would've been stuck in traffic all the way back to my apartment. I cough; catching a cold is not a good thing to get in the beginning of November, especially here. Entering through the sliding doors, I yawn; so boring.
At least this job pays well, and I'm glad this is a Saturday, otherwise I'd have to explain to my employer why I couldn't make it today. I walk as quickly as I possibly can to elevator, and press one of the golden, glowing buttons. I tap my foot impatiently, as the elevator elegantly goes up to the employee's level as slow as a snail. I roll my eyes once reaching the top, and spin on my heel out, making a b-line to the locker room.
Opening the door, I throw my scarf, backpack, convenient store brown paper bag, sneakers, and hair loopy quickly into my locker with a thunk. My orange locks cascade down my back, after taking out my hair loopy and I flick it, grabbing an abandoned brush from the counter, and do a fast combing.
"Okay...check." I say, setting the brush back down, and heading over to the large wooden wardrobe. My fingers close around the two handles, and I yank it open, being the only person in my group who can without the help of others. I go through outfit after outfit, till finding the right one. I read the character names off and finally find all the matches. I wish the others would sort their stuff out instead of leaving it to me.
I grumble to myself and pull out the one labeled as- "princess". Taking the dress I slip it on, then head over to the mirror to situate it. In a way, it reminds me of Belle's from Beauty and the Beast, only white with a blue hue. I pull on some white gloves that go all the way to the middle of my upper arm.
Slipping my feet into actual glass slippers, I walk around to get the feel as my feet go numb. I shiver; I wish they'd turn off the AC. Grabbing a hair garland, I hook the half circle around the back of my head and weave it into my hair. I spin in a circle on my sleeping feet. My dress swishes.
"Nice," I hear, and turn. "Mist, you really should be upgraded to an actual princess character instead of just 'princess'."
"Hey Iris." I say, as she makes her way over to the mirror to apply more black lipstick to her already goth look. Taking it from her I shrug.
"You should be upgraded to stealth of the year." I state, tossing the lipstick into the trash. "Don't you know your not supposed to wear that stuff? The manager says no makeup." Iris sighs, shaking her head as the purple bob of hair around her hair on her head hardly moves.
"You are a little strange. You don't like makeup, but that doesn't mean that I can't." I shake my head.
"Well, anyway, why don't you get into costume now?"
"Yeah yeah..." She says, digging through the wardrobe. She leans back out.
"Hey...you sorted out our costumes again, thanks!" I roll my eyes, a silent smile on my face, before turning.
"Yes, like I always do..."
Iris winks. "Thanks." The door bursts open and May skips in.
"Hey guys!" She squeals.
"Oh, so you ate a bunch of chocolate again, didn't you." Iris smirks. May dances over to the costumes and plucks Belle's from the pile.
"Mmhmm!" She agrees. I head over to the door.
"I'll see you out on the floor." I say. "Please don't make a mess again guys, and tell the others too." I head out to the ballroom. It's a spacious plaza with a thirty foot high ceiling, glass chandeliers, beautiful purple draperies, and a deep velvet carpet. I head over to the kitchen, not entering the main room, and wait for my orders.
"Table three needs their parfait, mille crepe, and Guatemalan cocoa." The cook says, handing me a platter. "Make sure not to drop it, and come back quickly; we have many orders piled up." I nod, heading over to the curtain, and take in a quick breath before pushing it away heading onto the floor. The hotel Cerulean is like a fairytale castle mixed with modern design.
The hotel rooms can be either, the exterior has two spires with the most expensive rooms, and a large pool in the back where palm trees sway precariously over people's heads.
I turn on my princess charm, and head over to table three. Gracefully, I slide the platter onto the white clothed table, making sure not to bump any of the pristine glasses.
"Parfait, mille crepe, and Guatemalan cocoa." I say, smiling like a princess and using a self taught French accent. The elegantly dressed ladies and gentleman nod at me, and I place their foods where I'm directed.
"Please enjoy your cuisine." I say, curtsying and daintily walking as quick as I can back to the kitchen. I pass May as she walks in, in her beautiful Belle costume.
Her hair lays in brown curls down her back and she carries a strawberry cake decorated with ripe strawberries and swirls of whip cream. She smiles at me as we cross and I grin. May is such a beauty, no wonder she became Belle's part without even trying.
I sigh inwardly, and head to the back.
"The chocolate cake roll goes to table eighty two, the Vanilla Genoise goes to table twenty, and the strawberry short cake to table six." The cook says, handing me two trays. I hold them with my palms and make my way back onto the floor.
"Table eighty two...table eighty two..." I murmur. Only two more hours and I can go home; I wont have to deal with any more annoying rich people. I hand out all the different desserts and go back to the kitchen. On the way, May comes out, holding a crystal platter with five drinks on it.
My eyes widen as she steps on the him of her skirt. Dang that long skirt. She trips, I find myself rushing forward, as her hands slip and the glass that probably cost more than my apartment fall from her fingers.
Tinkle...
I find myself right in front of May, and because I acted on my instincts, I have my arm around her waist, holding her in place, and my left has the platter balanced perfectly on my five fingertips. Iris looks over in horror from table ten, her face scrubbed red from makeup remover to see me handling the situation.
"Careful Mademoiselle," I say, "'Tis not wise to make haste." May blushes terribly, as everyone looks on at us, seeming to think they're watching a fairytale right before their eyes. I swiftly set the glasses down at their appropriate table, and walk back over to Belle.
"Is something wrong?" I whisper.
"I think I twisted my ankle." She replies. I shake my head.
"No other choice." I lift her into my arms and whisk her to the kitchen. Luckily, the whole crowd thought I was like a knight, and May was the princess who was saving her from the embarrassment of dropping a platter-further showing my tomboyish side-so I hope that the manager doesn't get angry. I place May carefully down on a bench as the cook fusses over her in a motherly way. May lets out a sigh of relief.
"Oh...I thought I was going to ruin everything. Thank you so much Misty." May says, taking my hand in both of hers and squeezing in a friendly, thankful, gesture. I nod.
"Let me take over for you." I say.
"No! We're already short on staff and I don't want your work to pile up! Don't you have to take a math test on Monday?" May says, trying to stand. She wobbles and falls. I catch her with a swipe of my arm.
"Careful! It'll be okay. I'll just cram in some studying on Sunday." I state, heaving her back onto the bench. "You really should lay off the sweets, how do you stay so thin?"
May blushes. "Sorry." I shake my head.
"Not a problem." Iris rushes in.
"The airheaded rich people all thought it was an act; nice job Prince Charming." Iris grins. I raise an eyebrow.
"Oh really."
Iris looks around.
"Have ya seen Dawn? She better not be skipping out on work." I shrug.
"I dunno. But we need to get to work! Look at all those dishes that need to be served!" I run back over to the counter and take out the orders.
...
Misty dropped the book she had been balancing on her head and trips over her lengthy dress, falling forward face first.
"Again." The renowned Ms. Juniper struck her walking stick against the floor.
"Again." She stated. Misty pushed herself off of the stone floor, biting back tears that threatened to spring from her eyes. She turned and stood, standing like a true princess; she took the book in her hands and walked the full area of the room perfectly. Ms. Juniper let a hint of a play on her lips.
"Well done, lessons for today are over. Make sure you tell her and his majesty goodnight." Misty nodded, and waited for the door to shut behind the teacher before she rushed over to her drawer. She pulled out a glass medallion, then headed over to her balcony. She ran out to the place she had found her Togepi and held it up to the moonlight.
The glass cast the moonlight rampant around her, and she smiled, looking at the two creatures embedded on its surface. After minutes of being held captive by the light's gaze, she slipped it back into her dress pocket, before smoothing out her dress and heading forth from her room to bid the majesties goodnight. She walked up to the tall guards and they opened the door.
"Mama, papa!" Misty said, and curtsied, heading up to the thrones. The King and Queen of Castle Cerulean nodded their heads. The king's gaze was more heartwarming whilst the queen's was friendly, yet cold.
"Goodnight, Misty." The king said, and smiled. The queen nodded at Misty.
"Yes, goodnight Misty." She said, her voice as chilling as the smile of a mask she wore on her face. Misty curtsied again.
"Goodnight mama, papa." She nodded to both in turn. She turned and froze, seeing a small egg shape toddling about she bowed to her parents and rushed from the room.
"Nu, nu, no." She said in a baby voice. She picked up the walking egg. "When I say no walking around the castle, I mean no." She held it tightly to her chest. The Magical Beasts were forbidden; they were only for commoners. She headed up the spiral staircase, her slippers squishing into the crimson carpet that flew all through the castle corridors.
She reached her room and set the Togepi down, then locked the door behind her with a bronze key.
…
I wipe sweat away from my forehead with a towel lent to me by the head cook. I pant, my cheeks red with exhaustion. Sometimes, these people just get on my nerves. May twiddles her gloved fingers as she sits on the bench and looks up at me nervously. I give her the best smile I can muster and wave, heading back out onto the floor. Leaving a bunch of drinks at a new group's table, I head back to the kitchen.
"Excuse me, I'd like a filetmignon, please." I hear, and turn.
Black eyes meet mine and I see a boy maybe a year older than me sitting at a table in a tuxedo. His raven colored hair is a little messy and I see a large man and quiet woman sitting with them. I turn.
"I am sorry, I am not taking orders, I merely take them out. He raises his eyebrows.
"I...see." He turns away and I cock my head to the side, then leave.
"Filetmignon order is ready." the cook says. I frown; it can't be that guy's..is it? I take the large cut of filetmignon and baked potato drizzled with cheese and softened with butter out to the table specified. I feel gloomy once finding that the table does indeed have that raven haired boy. I sigh inwardly and set it down.
"Thank you." The big man says. I bow.
"One order of filetmignon." I turn to go and almost immediately fall flat on my face. I push myself up onto my elbows. I look back. The boy's foot is slightly sticking out so it doesn't make it look like he tripped me, when I know awful well that it was him. I glare at him, making sure his parents or guardians or whatever they are don't see.
"You tripped me." I hiss, standing up. He shrugs his shoulders like any rich person would.
"I was merely testing to see if you pay any attention to your surroundings." I growl.
"I highly doubt that." He looks up blandly.
"And I thought you would've been able to see it coming..." He trails off. I hmph.
"Well, sorry I couldn't see your mischievous act before it came." I quip, and turn on my glass heel.
"I'll be making my leave now." I state, and stomp away as gracefully as humanly possible.
…
Fourteen year old Misty crushed some flower petals in her hands and dropped them into the stone bowl before meshing them further with a pistil. She looked back to the old musty book that she had propped against the four foot mirror attached to her desk.
"Four Bluk berries..." She trailed off, and plucked a few from a woven straw basket. "Only a few more...then I can finally make a change."
KNOCK KNOCK! Misty jumped, dropping the berries onto the floor. She took the large cauldron and shoved it underneath her couch before draping a blanket over both.
"C-come in!" She stuttered. The door opened and Sir Gary walked in.
"Do you have a moment?" He asked her. She nodded mutely and headed over, making sure to push the Togepi underneath her dresser on the way over. Sir Gary bowed as she passed.
"Is there a problem?" She wondered.
"Not entirely, it's just..." He made a face that was a cross between grumpy, and sick. Misty brightened up. "Oh!" She said, clapping her hands together in understanding.
"Your uncle Oak has come!" She ran from Sir Gary as he pleaded for her to wait-for he was to slow in his bulky armor to do much good at running. She ran around the corner and crashed into Ms. Juniper.
"No, princesses to do not run!" She said vehemently. Misty staggered to her feet.
"I'm not running! I'm being joyful!" She sped away before Ms. Juniper could even get in another word.
…
I lay down my possessions on the counter, staring blankly ahead as the weight of my day crashes down. I should at least get seven to eight hundred for the amount of hours I put in.
Slouching off my bag, I drop it loosely onto the floor, where it hits the tiles with a clunk. I rub my eyes, heading to my room to get ready for studying. I couldn't have told May my test was tomorrow morning, she would have freaked. I pass the living room and look out the huge window, the size of the wall that looked out at the metropolis. I yawn and shrug off my jacket and scarf.
Hot, steaming water greets me as I dunk myself in the tub. I shiver, and swish the foaming bubbles around as the water is sent throughout the bath like a jet from the holes on the side. I close my eyes and relax.
Once I finally feel more relaxed, I slip on a tank top and sweats, then head to the bedroom. Math. Need to study math. Instead, I take out an old, leather bound book. I brush my hand gently across the cover.
"Once Upon A Time." I read. "Wouldn't it be nice if all stories could start with that, and end with 'they lived happily ever after'." I let out a breath and sit on my bed, curling my legs up and resting my back against the headboard.
"Once upon a time," I read, "there were many kingdoms in a land called..." I stare at the faded out words but give up like usual.
"In that land, there were many kings, queens, magic, and creatures later to be known as Pokemon." I shake my head. "If only Pokemon were real." I scan the page for my spot.
"There was, in particular, three main figures. One, the Waru queen." I translate it almost immediately.
"Evil." I say, replacing 'waru'. "Another, was the magician of the land, one of the most powerful men in hesitance." I look at the picture on the opposite page. There is a happy land with rolling hill, a beautiful, cliched castle, and an emerald forest of large trees. I continue reading the long first page.
"And last, the most terrifying of them all, the one they called Kurai. Dark. He was clothed in darkness and mystery, and some said he was Yami himself. The darkness of everything, the one who corrupted people's souls. He was the one who made deals and spun his words to make those bow to his will willingly. He cared not for the problems of mortals, for he was immortal and there was no way to kill him."
I shudder, and shut the book. Every time I read that paragraph, I find myself afraid beyond words.
I open the book again.
…
"Oak! Oak?" Misty called out, searching earnestly for the so called 'uncle oak'. She rushed into the gardens, and stopped before the rosebush maze. She laughed.
"Come out silly! The mean old Gary is gone." The shadow of the small beech tree morphed and an old man appeared.
"Why, I don't see how that could work with me being far older than that child!" He said, smiling. Misty giggled.
"Then what am I?"
"Hmm, how about a small toddler?" The man replied. Misty shook her head, her short, sideways ponytail bouncing back and fourth.
"That can't be, I am fourteen years old this very day magician Oak!" Oak smiled kindly.
"Yes, and that is why I've come, I have come to give you a present." He whisked an object out from underneath his cloak, and held out a necklace. A silver pendant with a blue gem situated on its front hung between the old man's fingers. Misty clapped her hands together.
"Ooo! What is it?" She asked. Oak knelt down, and held the item in his hands.
"It is a precious object. It is magical, and will protect you from all evil. Don't lose it." He put it in Misty's hands and held them all in his.
"Can you promise me this?" He asked. Misty nodded her head.
"Of course silly. It is one of your presents! I would perish the thought of losing it!" She replied, unknowing of his urgency. He smiled.
"Now, why don't we go to your room and I can bestow my other gifts, since they are quite large and hard to carry." Misty squirmed.
"Umm, not today...I'd rather not..." She fiddled her hands behind her back while clutching her new gift. She couldn't allow Oak to see her Togepi and her work.
"Oh, well, I shall go pay my respects to the majesties, see you at a later point, Misty." He told her. Misty nodded, and waited for him to leave.
Oak headed up to where the majesties were. He bowed before them and stood. "I come with bad news. As it is, I've found that a curse shall be enacted. Either it will be the Death Curse, the Sleep Curse, the Unknown Curse, and the Dark Curse. I know not which, but the fate will befall us anyways." He said gravely. The king and queen exchanged glance...
A year later, Misty stirred the cauldron, whispering the written incantation, and took some fairy dust, then sprinkled it into bubbling blue ooze.
She hoped this time it wouldn't blow up in her face. Her vision warped momentarily and she felt dizzy. Shaking her head, she took up a fistful of charcoal powder, blackening her hands. Taking a silver knife, she closed her eyes, and held it up to a lock of her fiery orange hair as it lied down her back in waves.
SNAP! She sliced the lock off, and grasped it in her hand.
Holding it out over the steaming cauldron, she spoke-"Let this be the start of a new life, a better one, and change my fate, and all others who desperately need it." She dropped in the last ingredient, and cast the knife aside, her blackened hands clenched by her sides...
In another place, at the same time as these events, a woman in a black, hooded robe sat at a cauldron of her own. She threw in some objects and then reached her hand deep inside the bubbling black ooze. She stopped, then pulled forth, a large scroll with ancient writing written on it.
"Finally, this can be the end..." She said maliciously, and began to read it in the foreign tongue.
Finishing with these words, she said- "And let this be the demise of that I hate most..." Her eyes flickered dangerously as she saw an image of a woman with jet black hair and fair skin riding through the woods on a brown steed.
"DIE!" She shouted, and flung every ounce of magic she had into the ancient curse.
…
I bolt up, my head snapping to attention. I look down to see my fingers digging into the cover of my opened fairytale book. I unhook them and set it down. Oh no, I completely forgot to study for my math test. I jump to my feet, dropping my book of fairytales onto the ground. I take an intake of breath, and pick it up gingerly, before setting it down on the nightstand next to my sharp, sterling silver letter opener.
Turning on the lamp, I sit down and open the drawer, pulling out my math textbook, and pen. I'm about to shut it when something blue glints in the light. I pause, but shut the drawer without a second thought.
…
An evil smoke rose into the sky, and darkened it with smears of black, as a woman with raven colored hair rode through the forest quickly on the back of her steed.
'Misty!' She thought urgently, then looked back at the rolling cloud. 'Oak warned us of this...'
"Ya!" She said, flicking the rains.
'I need to get to Misty before it is too late. If only that evil queen had not interfered with our happy endings.' She thought grimly, before reaching the palace.
…
I rub my sleepy eyes, feeling incredibly tired and my mind feels worthless. How can I solve a simple calculus problem with a migraine like mine? I shut the book with a slam, and put my head in my hands. My eyes drift over to the clock, and I read the electric numbers that read 12:00.
I stand, and drop my pencil, then head into the kitchen. I pull out a refrigerated one pint of container of ice cream. I pry off the top and dip my spoon inside, and take a bite of freezer burnt ice cream.
I make a face and take a month old cupcake from some employee party and stick candle into it. I set it on the counter and light the candles. I sit, lean down, and rest my arms on the counter, before letting my head sit on them. I stare at the flame.
"Well, happy sixteenth birthday Misty" I say, and blow out the candle, sending off a swirl of smoke.
…
Misty ran down stairs, feeling awfully light headed.
'The spell worked, so why isn't anything happening?' She thought. Grasping the wood with her hands, she slid down the banister and ran out of the castle, through the drawbridge and into the woods. She saw a horse fast approaching, and right behind it, a large menacing dark cloud. Misty's eyes widened and she froze to the spot. Suddenly, a burst of light lit the area, and she looked around.
'No!' She thought. 'What is going on?' All memories she could remember, and those she didn't flashed before her eyes as they went from when she was running earlier to when she was a baby. She closed them as an intense green light engulfed her, and felt as if she were shrinking.
"NOO!" She screamed, and disappeared in a large flash...
The woman in black robes stopped smiling as she felt something. She turned and looked out the window, seeing a green light charge to meet with the black curse. She frowned angrily.
"This can't be happening!" She shouted.
The two collided and the world was lit with a bright mix of colors.
…
I eat the old cupcake when the phone rings.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Hello Misty, it's me, Dawn." I lean against the counter, crossing one arm across my chest while holding the phone to my ear.
"Hey Dawn, where were you today?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Iris's grandmother had a stroke right before they were going to leave for their road trip. I went to see them immediately." I nod.
"I see. I covered for you at work." I hear Dawn laugh a little.
"Well, I'm terribly sorry. I heard from May that you covered for her also. Must have been an awful lot of work. I feel really bad for shirking my work." She says. I laugh.
"Oh don't worry about it, I'm just-" I stop.
"...You're celebrating your birthday alone again today?" She asks. I nod to myself, swallowing a lump in my throat.
"You know, those of us from work could help you, and stuff. Like coming to your birthday and helping pay for your condo... Why on earth did you get a condo anyway?" I laugh shakily.
"Well, yeah, but I've got a big math test tomorrow morning for school."
"Oh...that's right. Would you like me to come over and tutor you?" I shake my head.
"Oh no, I couldn't make you come at midnight!" I smile to myself. Dawn has always acted like a mother to me, being three years older.
"Well, if you need any help, just come to me." She hangs up. I smile and set the phone down. Stretching, I head over to the couch.
Dawn Yuki. She is the only person who knows my real age and that I was stuck in the foster care system till I fought my way out.
I sigh and walk back to my room. Needless to say, her being my friend wont help with my getting an A on my test. I grab the papers and pen then get to work.
Once I finish these, I should be ready for the test, I think.
Upon arriving I bet the teacher will be mad that I'm late and slept in, thus giving me an F.
A stupid thing about it, is that school is on Sunday. Who came up with that? I put my pen down.
Time is of the essence, so I must get this work done!
Okay, I hoped you liked the first chapter of Pokeshipping: A Medieval Tale; A Secret Story. ^_^ It was a pleasure to write.
I'm not sure the Japanese words are correct, because I just looked them up on google translate.
Filemignon is basically a fancy type of steak.
Pokemon are the "Magical Creatures". They haven't been named Pokemon yet.
Pokeshipping WILL happen. I'm just setting the story first.
Okay, please review for Misty and me too!
Until next time!
~Misty