Author's Note: I kind of just thought of this story as I fell asleep one night. It's kind of like Elizabeth Chandler's 'Kissed by an Angel'. But prepare for tears. Um, and I didn't think I had enough details before, so I'm rewriting. So don't be surprised when you sen that my original two chapters are made into four.
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Flashback:
"Ash" she was able to get out between gasps of laughter. He quickly got several friendly squeals out of her.
He continued to toss her lightly through the green grass next to a checker picnic blanket. "Oh, Misty-Lou, I choose you." He then rolled on his knees over her, with both hands on either sides of her head.
"Ash Ketchum, that was the worst pick up line I have ever heard."
"You are right, but this line will never fail" there was a pause while he gazed into her aqua eyes and she gazed into his. "I love you", he bent down and kissed her softly on the lips.
The redhead pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss, "okay, never mind. That is the cheesiest line I have ever heard."
The Ketchum gave her a disappointed look. He was sure that she would get all gushy over those words. As these thoughts ran through his head, he didn't even notice the female grabbing his arms, and thrusting him to the side. She was now above him, her eyes gleaming into his once again "But oddly enough, I think I am crazy enough to fall for it."
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That glorious picnic in the meadow, was a week before Misty Waterflower found herself shedding a unwanted tear in a graveyard near Pallet. There lie on a brown casket, was a bright red rose that was previously set down by said female. But why think back on the romantic memory now, you ask? Well, there is no need to explain the painful stinging in her heart, knowing that the man in said memory, was the very same man lying in the casket before her.
Starting around noon that day, it would have been exactly two entire years of dating. This 'dating' thing started at one of Gary Oak's bar parties. Lets just say they got a little drunk and had a little peck. Okay, so they had to say that they were completely wasted, and they ended up making out. Of coarse, they didn't remember the next day, so nothing felt weird until they ran into Gary later that day. He laughed and told them about their little affair the night before and Misty was ready to clobber him. Accept, Ash stopped her and asked her out. She was about to question this, but the man interrupted by saying that the kiss couldn't of been just because of the alcohol, right?
Misty went through these memories over and over. Perhaps, there was a minute when she didn't think of the heartbreaking news she received four days before:
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Flashback:
It started and almost ended as a ordinary day. After going through her daily routine that included battling gym challengers, feeding and caring for the pokemon, and telling a annoying child that the gym was not a public pool, she thought she would able to just lounge around the house for the rest of the night. Little did she know, that there would be no time for that.
The Waterflower was just ready to sit down and rest her aching feet when a ringing went through her ears. 'It's probably just a late challenger' she thought and plopped down onto the aqua coloured loveseat.
"Zrrrrrrr, Zrrrrrrr."
"Ugh" she scoffed and stood up. Luckily, she usually only had one or two late trainers a week, but no one was ever this stubborn. Her feminine hand gripped around the door knob and she opened it.
Misty's mouth quickly dropped when she saw an older women in her door way, her eyes flooded with tears. "Delia" she shouted before grabbing her hand softly, "what's wrong." This couldn't be good. Misty never saw her boyfriend's mother in tears, what could possibly make her so upset?
"Oh, Misty" she wailed between sobs, "Officer Jenny came over saying that a fisherman found him in the river and pulled him out. He wasn't breathing, sweetie."
Misty cringed at the women calling her 'sweetie' as if she was a little girl needing to be comforted. Who was she talking about anyway, not like Misty new anyone that would ever be near a river, unless-that thought stopped as she remembered Ash telling her about his plans, the morning before. He was going to train his water pokemon over at the Pallet river. "Dalia?"
The brunette threw her arms around the redheads, "yes, sweetie, Ash is gone."
No tears ran down Misty's face as her heart stopped beating, and she didn't hug the women back. She stood in the doorway staring into complete space. Her father died before her birth, her mother died when Misty was only a couple months old, but neither of these losses would compare to this one."
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She learned later that day that it was simply an accident. Apparently, some sort of water pokemon used a whirlpool attack in Ash's presence and he was sucked into the rushing water. Then, due to a lack of oxygen, he drowned. It pained Misty to imagine the incident.
"Misty" she heard a sweet, but quiet voice question her.
"Huh", the redhead slowly turned around to look at a middle age women in a black funeral dress. Beside her was her tall, dark, friend Brock glancing at her sympathetically. Misty felt a some sort of warm liquid going down her cheek, but then she realised she was crying again. With her realisation, she tried to wipe the tear off without the others noticing. As if it mattered, though. Delia's usual warm soft cheeks, had dried tears pasted them. "He-hey."
Misty changed her focus to Brock, who, surprisingly, looked some what strange. His eyes draped down as usual and his hair was spiky like always. The difference from any other day, was that the end of his lips sadly curled downward. The former gym leader usually had a gigantic smile upon his face. It was quite awkward to whiteness a frown. Then again, it would not be surprising that he was just as hurt as the females around him.
The Ketchum must have noticed Misty's tension towards her friend. "Misty, do you think you would be able to help Brock and I clean out Ash's apartment? I relly don't think I would be able to do it on my own." The man glared at his friend's mother as if he was shocked about her invitation.
The younger female bit her bottom lip. If I go, it could bring back bad memories, she shook off that thought. How could she just think about her own feelings. Get over it, Misty, you have to overcome this sooner or later, you know. "Uh sure" she busted without really thinking.
Delia attempted to smile, but her mouth stayed strait. "Thank you, Misty. Really."
"N-no problem" was all she was able to say, before she noticed Delia staring at her son's casket again, as if no one was there. As much as Misty wanted to only pity herself, she knew that she had to do something to comfort the other women. "Delia, I am-"
"No need for apologies, darling" Delia interrupted. "As long as I know great kids like you and Brock to help an old women like me, everything will be okay, right?"
"I guess so."
"" Misty moved her sight over to Brock who finally spoke. "Can I have a few words with you ….. alone." the water trainer glared at her friend as he said the very deep toned 'alone'. It's nothing, she thought, maybe he just has something private to tell her.
"Soon, soon, Brock. Right after I am done my conversation with Mist-"
"It's okay" the redhead quickly intruded. "I should be going anyway. Thanks for everything." The older women look concerned, but she ignored it. Instead she shifted a little more towards Ash Ketchum's new casket. Shedding another tear she mutter to herself, "good bye Ash. I-I love you." Her eyelids dropped thinking that this could be her last time speaking to him, but graciously walked in the direction of her car, shortly after. The thing is, that deep inside, that tear was wasted on Brock because of his words.
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Brock waited until his redheaded friend was close enough to her car to speak to the female Ketchum. "Delia, I really don't think it is a good idea for Misty to come."
"Brock, I know it hurts, but this will be for the best."
He glared into her brown eyes, ", you may not know this, but Ash did tell me that-"
"I know he told you. Let us just hope that she doesn't find it. But, you should want your friend to figure it out on her own. I believe she does deserve to know the truth."
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Author's Note: Well there is the first new and approved chapter. I know it is short, but really, what could I do. I am not really that great at writing yet. Ugh, it is horrible isn't it. Damn … Stupid principal. Anyway, please, please, please tell me what you think, because I think this could actually have a great storyline. I thought of the end, and it is pretty epic in my mind. So … ya.