I can't really vouch for how well this turned out it was a bit spur of the moment. Any grammar/spelling mistakes in italics are most likely intentional.

Please enjoy,

It felt odd to be in front of his own door again after travelling for so long. It was the first time in an even longer time that he knew he was going to be staying home long-term instead of bounding off on another adventure. It was that feeling that prompted him to knock on his own door instead of walking in like he lived there. In reality he hadn't lived there since he was ten. Over the past six years forests, the road, and Pokemon centers acted as his home, but his room was much more comfortable than a forest floor.

He silently admitted living on the road did have some advantages when he was younger the biggest one was, "Misty," Ash breathed out as a familiar red head opened the door. He enveloped her in a hug before he bothered to ask why she was the one answering the door.

She said something, but the sound was muffled against his chest. He pulled back a bit and asked, "What was that, Mist?"

"It's good to see you too Ash," Misty smiled and Ash felt himself returning it.

"Sorry for tackling you," Ash apologized with an embarrassed shrug.

"It was super effective," Misty joked and then groaned at her own joke. "OK, that was pretty bad."

"It wasn't just bad it was painful, Misty," Ash replied a smirk finding its way onto his lips.

"Forget I said that and come inside," Mist stepped to the side and beckoned Ash into his home.

Time passed quickly and soon Ash found himself in his room trying to reorganize and unpack his backpack. "I never asked, why are you here Misty?" Ash asked looking at the girl who was currently looking at some of his old photographs. "Not that I'm not happy to have you here," he amended quickly hoping he wouldn't set off the gym leader's temper.

"Your mom called and said I would want to be the first person you saw, but honestly I think it was because I was the only friend nearby," Misty picked up an old picture with her and Brock. She was too caught up in looking at the photo to notice the flush that quickly passed across Ash's face.

Ash knew he mom somehow knew everything which could be annoying, but this time he was glad she was so perceptive. It was thanks to his mother's intuition about his long-standing crush on Misty that landed her in his room.

"Your just lucky I'm so accommodating, a lady like myself shouldn't have to help you," Misty put the picture down and looked around the room which was only halfway to being organized.

"Yeah a real lady, do you even remember our travels Mist?" Ash snorted with laughter. Misty was a tomboy at heart no matter how old she got, but he did have to admit she grew up in more than just age. It had been almost two years since he saw her in person and even then it wasn't for too long. Most of his memories were of the scrawny young girl he traveled with, but when he looked at her now it was a stark contrast. She still wore shorts, but they were a bit longer and missing overalls. Her shirt was longer preventing him from seeing her midriff, but it was tight enough for him to have to drag his eyes away from some of her more prominent features.

In reality it didn't matter how she looked, he was well aware of his feelings for her that hadn't disappeared through the years. No, it took time for him to understand them, but once he came to terms with them they only grew stronger. It got to the point where longing rushed through his veins at the very mention of her name, he figured teenage hormones were making him act dramatic.

"Shut up Ash," she shot back knocking him away from his thoughts, which he appreciated. "Now, where do you want this box," Misty held up shoe box which she pulled from his backpack.

"Oh," Ash's face flushed, "Um, just give those to me." Ash gulped wanting to keep Misty from opening the box. There wasn't anything in the bag he was afraid to show her, except that particular box.

"Now, I know this is important, which means I need to look," Misty shook the box trying to hear any sounds it might make.

"Nothing, really it's nothing," Ash said his expression completely contradicting his words.

A smile appeared on Misty's face which Ash failed to appreciate because of his worry. He attempted to grab it, but she pulled away. Unfortunately she slipped on an old Pokemon toy his mother had left in his room from years ago.

She hit the carpeted floor, but before she said anything the box opened and pieces of paper flew out hitting her. "Paper?" she asked herself aloud picking one that landed on her off her stomach.

After only a few seconds she said, "No, these are envelopes." She looked back up at Ash and asked, "Who sent you all these letters, Ash?" Misty flipped the envelope over and Ash cringed when she read the name aloud, "Misty." Rather than a letterhead it just had her name scrawled in big letters across the front.

"Um," Ash responded intelligently when Misty looked at him a question written on her face.

"These aren't letters someone sent you," Misty spoke slowly more out of surprise than a lack of understanding. "Are these all for me Ash?" Misty asked looking at Ash's still blushing face which was only growing redder.

"Here's the thing I started writing you letters, but obviously there weren't always near post offices and my new Pokemon didn't know where you gym was so I just held onto them," he started and Misty nodded in understand. "I meant to send them in the beginning, but I didn't get to it and eventually I wasn't sure if I should, which is why most of them aren't addressed correctly. I never stopped writing them, but it kind of became like a journal and a way for me to pretend you were around more, rather than to actually send you the letters," Ash's voice grew weaker and he became more embarrassed as he explained.

He watched Misty's face carefully and to his immense relief with each word Misty's smile grew wider. Her own blush appeared, but before she could reply Ash finished quickly, "But, you can't read them so just give them back." Ash reached for them again, but Misty gathered all the fallen letters and put them back in the box with the one's that hadn't left the box during her fall.

"Nope," Misty popped the 'p', "these were meant for me, so I'm keeping them. They're mine," Misty stated resolutely. Ash could see she was interested in the unsent letters, but he thought he might die if she read some of those letters. Many were harmless especially the earlier ones, but once he decided not to send them the letters became a lot more open about his feelings and thoughts about various topics, especially Misty.

Before Ash could argue, Misty looked into his eyes freezing him in place, "Please Ash, I missed you, I really want to know what you were up to." Ash admitted it was a fair request, but he was afraid of what she would make of the content.

"Mist-," he started, but she shot him her brand of puppy dog eyes and he caved almost immediately. "Fine," he sighed breaking down.

"I'll read them when I get back to Cerulean, for now let's just focus on putting everything away," Misty switched back to normal easily and Ash attempted to follow suit, but the letters were in the back of his mind.

Eventually Ash did manage to push it from his mind and enjoyed every moment of his time with Misty. However when the time came for Misty to return to her home Ash weakly tried to ask her to leave the letters, but again Misty refused and took the box with her.


Misty stepped into the Cerulean Gym and carried the box in her arms up to her room without stopping to greet her sisters. The box was awkward for her to hold and her arms were getting tired from carrying it. It was pretty heavy, she wondered how many letters Ash actually wrote.

The box was dropped on the floor in the center of her room and she started pulling the letters out in handfuls. Luckily there was a small date written in the corner of each envelope which she failed to notice the first time. She painstakingly went through them all and organized them by date and only after that was done did she actually realize how many letters there were and how long he had been writing for. Some of the newer letters were in good shape, but the earliest envelopes ones were bent and torn at the edges.

The first letter was written shortly after Ash left for Hoenn this one was addressed so clearly he had meant to send it,

Hey Misty,

Um, I decided to write you a letter even though I know it hasnt been long since we seperated. I don't really have anything to do right now and I'm nowhere near a phone and know your stuck in the gym so I decided to send you a letter, which I already said. Gary decided to go to Hoenn so I figured I should go on an adventure as well maybe I'm just competitive you'd probably tell me I was reckless so I didn't mention it before I left because I didn't want you to yell at me. I probably should have told you though because I actually miss your yelling, which is kind of weird isn't it, I don't know.

Also right before I left I saw this huge sparkeling bird Pokemon, which I saw once in the past and it kind of inspired me. I also got a new Pokedex.

That's basically it I don't think I'm very good at writing letters oh and Pikachu says, "Pika." Pikachu is the only Pokemon I brought which is why I can't send you the letter myself. Without my other Pokemon and you and Brock I'm a bit lonely. Writing this letter made me feel better, I'll send this to you when I get to a post office or something.

-Ash

Misty couldn't help, but laugh imagining Ash years ago trying to write a letter. She actually thought it was sweet that he decided to write to her and knew that she would have been beyond excited to get it when she was younger. The grammar wasn't perfect, his handwriting was very sloppy and there was a good amount of crossing out and marks where he erased and rewrote things. In a lot of areas the pencil was partially faded, but luckily it was still legible.

She tried to imagine herself reading it as if she was still twelve and this arrived when it was supposed to. The fact that he worked so hard on it made her inner twelve year old's hear swell and she had only read the first letter.

A/N

So this is going to be a fluffier story and will mainly follow the "letters" Ash was writing to Misty over the time they were separated. The poor writing in the letter is intentional Ash was twelve and at best he had schooling up to the age of ten. His writing will gradually improve, but I wasn't sure if it came out decently for someone of his age. Please review and let me know how it turned out so I can figure out how I want to go about this.

This is just a random project I felt like writing so updates will most likely be erratic, my main story "Misty's Story" will still be my focus.