Okay, here is the first chapter to my newest Pokeshipping fic, Possible is impossible. It takes place during WWII. The characters roles will fall into place soon. Oh, right, there will be German in here, and I don't speak German, so there unfortunately won't be any or hardly any accents and I will have the translation in italic's so no worries. If any of you reading this story get offended from my lack of German knowledge, I'm terribly sorry. This chapter is going to have the most German in it, so it's all good. Again, if this offends anyone, I'm sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon
She ran. Her feet pounded against the deserted streets. She could hear the men chasing her, yelling rapidly in German. Oh, yes the girl could understand them perfectly, but she wouldn't… Couldn't stop.
Let's back up a moment, why exactly is this girl running? Well the answer is simple. She's a Jew. The men? Nazi. This girl was running for her life. Why were they chasing her? Because they thought they saw a Star of David around her neck. And they happened to be correct. It was an incredibly stupid thing to do, wearing that necklace in a Nazi infested town.
Sadly, the girl ripped the necklace off her neck and shoved it into the deep pockets of her petticoat.
She slowed her pace, to a stroll.
A Nazi officer reached out and touched her shoulder, the girl had long since gotten her breathe back, and her cheeks pink from the cold.
The man looked at her neck and saw no trinket. They apologized in Germen, and left, searching for more Jews.
Her hand shook as she used it to tuck a strand of crimson red hair behind her ear. She decided to leave the necklace in her pocket, till she got home.
She searched many bakeries in the town, hoping to find a small loaf of bread for her family. Finally, she scavenged a small loaf, barely enough for four people. She wrapped up the bread, and held it to her chest inside of her petticoat.
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Shutting the door behind her, she brought out the bread and put it on the table.
"Misty? Are you okay? Did they hurt you? I told you not to go out with the Star of David around your neck!" The red heads eldest sister demanded, inspecting her youngest sister. While the blonde fretted over her, Misty rolled her green eyes.
"I'm fine, Daisy. I can take care of myself." Misty said indigently, pulling the petticoat off her shoulders, and hanging it up on the coat rack.
Then, Misty's other sisters, Violet and Lily, poked their heads around the corner. Violet had chocolate brown hair and Lily's hair was magenta in color. The four sisters lived together in a one room apartment, consisting of a kitchen and a small living area.
"Oh. Good, your back. What did you happen to find?" Violet asked walking closer to her sisters. Violet's Star of David necklace hung in between her cleavage.
"A loaf of bread." Misty said with a monotone voice.
"Oh joy!" Violet and Lily cheered sarcastically, and sat at the table.
"If you don't like it, you go risk your life to get diner." She snapped, getting the knife and cutting the bread evenly.
"Sorry."
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He sat at the table, mounds of foods before him. His mother sat across from him, sipping her wine. Their family wasn't complete yet. They happened to still be waiting for the father of the family. He was probably still trying to maneuver around the huge mansion.
Potatoes, beans, and stake.
His mother eyed him, "Essen sie essen." Eat your food.
"Nein, ich bin nicht hungrig." He responded. No, I'm not hungry.
She narrowed her brown eyes at him. "Essen. Jetzt." Eat. Now.
"Feine mutter." He sighed, putting a fork full of potatoes in his mouth. Fine mother.
She sighed and tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear, "Guter junge." Good boy.
He growled under his breath. Suddenly the doors burst open and the boy's father walked in.
"Guter abend liebste." Said his mother, draining the remains of her wine. Good evening dear.
"Ja, ja, gutter abend." He responded tiredly, falling into his chair and pilling his plate with food. Yes, yes, good evening.
The teen observed his worn out father, amusement shinning in his eyes. "Müde sind wir, Vater?" Tired are we, father?
The man glowered at his son, and calmly replied, "Nicht wieder mit mir reden. Ich bin dein Vater, zeigen einen gewissen Respekt." Don't back talk to me. I'm your father, show some respect.
The brown eyed boy gulped, "Ja, Vater. Es tut mir leid Vater." Yes, father. I'm sorry father.
His father smirked and sat back in his chair. "Gute." Good.
His mother whispered, "Adolf, zu beruhigen. Er ist nu ein Kind." Adolf, calm down. He's just a child.
Adolf narrowed his eyes at his wife, "Er ist mein Junge, Delia. Ich werde mit ihm reden wie Ich mag." He's my boy, Delia. I'll talk to him as I like.
Delia sighed, "Ja, Adolf. Ash, essen Sie Lebensmittel. Jetzt." Yes, Adolf. Ash, eat your food. Now.
Ash opened his mouth to say no, but was cut off by his father.
"Machen Sie es wie Ihr sagt die Mutter, Junge." Do as your mother says, boy. (Ahaha, it looks like it says, die mother, but it doesn't haha. Wait, I'm I the only one who finds this funny?)
"Ja, Vater." Ash muttered and grudgingly ate the rest of his meal. Yes, father. Delia gave Adolf a grateful look, and she listened, semi interested in Nazi plans, only responding and adding imput when asked.
"Mai, überlasse ich Vater?" Ash asked impationtly. May, I leave father?
"Natürlich Sohn. Das ist möglich." Adolf said, not actually listening to Ash. Of course son. Go right ahead.
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Ash walked down the diserated streets, ever so often passing a Nazi soldier who bowed respectivly.
Ash would smile at the man, then it turned bitter, once they were out of sight. Ash's father had raised him to hate the Jew's, but he never saw why they were bad people. Ash has never known his grandparents, only hearing of his grandmother in brief conversations with his father. Ash wished that time could reverse itself, and his father was no longer killing Jew's because of something they did in the past. Ash had once even asked his father why he'd kept that ridiculaous mustache. He got a slap on the face.
"Verdammt Vater. Mehr besorgt über Arbeit als ich." Ash said bitterly, kicking a rock into a wall. Damn father. More concerned about work than me.
Hearing sprinting from behind him, he turned. A girl with brilliant bright red hair and wild green eyes, inched along the wall closet to him. If she was trying to be sneaky, it was not working at all. As if her hair didn't give her away, it would be the pale skin, running and panting.
Amused, he asked her, "Was in Gottes Namen machst du?" What in God's name are you doing?
The girl narrowed her beautiful green eyes. Ash was still unsure exactly how to discribe them.
"Keiner von Ihrem Unternehmen." She snapped, stumbling over words. Ash assumed German was a second langue to her. She had a different accent then he did. Way less German then his anyway. None of your business.
"Sie sind sicher?" He asked, still quite entertained by the red head. Are you sure about that?
Her greens eyes grew darker, and she processed the words before responding, "Positive." Positive. (LOL! It doesn't change!)
Ash cocked his head to the side. "Okay, und nur, wer Sie sein könnte, grüne Augen?" Alright, and just who might you be, green eyes?
Her eyes grew large, and a faint blush scattered across her cheeks. She hesitated, but answered him anyway. "I'm Misty. Misty Waterflower."
Ash nearly hit his forehead with his palm. Her first langue is English and this whole time he hadn't figured it out.
"Hello, Misty, I'm Ash." Ash thought it'd be best to keep his last name out of this.
She cocked an eyebrow, wondering why he'd kept his last name out of it, but left the subject alone. "Okay, Ash. It's nice to meet you."
"You too, Mist." Ash wasn't sure why he'd called the girl that, but it felt right too.
Her cheeks flamed so brightly, it'd be easier to spot then her hair.
Ash blushed ever so slightly.
"I—I have to go. Nizza, Sie kennenzulernen. Bye!" Misty yelled the last part in German, and bolted away, yelling out, "Wir hoffen, Sie bald wieder zu sehen, Ash!" Nice to meet you. Bye! Hope to see you again soon, Ash!
Ash grinned and called, "Kann nicht warten, bis auch Sie, Misty zu sehen! Auf Wiedersehen!" Can't wait to see you as well, Misty! Goodbye!
Three Nazi soilders ran up behind Ash, "Wo ist sie hingegangen?" Where did she go?
Ash glanced up confused, "Wer?" Who?
"Nevermind. Have a nice Nacht, Sir." The man said, and all three bowed respectivly, before hurring off. Nevermind. Have a nice night, sir.
Ash smirked to himself. Boy did this girl have some secrets. For some reason he wanted to know what they were. His mind drifted back to her eyes. So green and beautiful. Almost... Almost like emeralds.
Then it hit him. "Das Mädchen mit den smaragdgrünen Augen. Verdammt." Girl with the emerald green eyes. Damn.
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Misty's face stayed warm all the way home. As she walked into the silent apartment, Misty wondered what the boys last name was. She wondered why she even wanted to see him, knowing the possibilites were slim that she could ever find him again.
Oh, and his accent. Misty fanned herself just thinking about it. When he'd spoken English, his voice had a heavy German accent, laced in with the new words.
Wait, stop, you can't get all dreamy about a guy you just met. You have to protect your heart. Even from the gorgeous guy with raven black hair and dark brown eyes. You can't trust anyone. Especially unknown Germans.
Misty walked into her bedroom she shared with her sisters. As she stripped, the Star of David necklace clunked against the floor. Misty scopped up the necklace, holding it against her chest. At the moment, Misty didn't care that she stood in the middle of her bedroom, only in her underclothes. Quietly, she pulled on the nightgown, and shoved her clothes into the shared dresser. Misty slid into bed beside Daisy, and closed her eyes, pressing the Star of David to her lips, before falling into un-consciousness. Her arm fell limp, and landed palm up onto the stiff sheets. The Star of David gleamed brightly in the darkness, waiting for a day where you could wear it proudly, without being killed. (Violet and Lily share the other bed.)
That was the first chapter! Was it good? Or was it bad? I know up at the top, if you bothered to read it, that I was hardly going to have German, but, now, it'll only be when Ash is flirting with Misty, or at the Hitler house, or when talking to soilders. Okay? So please, review and tell me if I should continue or not.
~Emerald~
P.S- Typing the German fucked up my computer. Now it doesn't spell check English... lol. No, I'm serious. I have to fix it! Or, I can't write anymore stories, cause my spelling fails...