YUA: Ok, here is the prologue to my sequel of Ash Ketchum and Misty
Waterflower: Private Eyes. This is going to be a touching, ah, just read
the summary on my bio. D'anyway, I hope this is sequel will be good enough
to satisfy all my reviewers and critics! ^_____^
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Prologue: A Sad Song
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"C'mon, Ash! I mean, really! How long does it take to make dinner?" Misty wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck.
"Well, Misty, if you think I'M making dinner, have I got a surprise for you." Ash reached into his pocket and flashed 2 rose pink tickets.
"What are those?" She grabbed for them, but Ash pulled them out of her reach.
"These, my love, are reservations to the Olivine restaurant 'Rose Red'. Are you up for going out?" He smiled at her. Her eyes were wide open, and she had a deer-in-the-headlights stare.
"But...but it's impossible to get into there! How did you...?"
"Officer Jenny mailed these to me. She said she had a date, but he ended up with a cold. She said he had spiky brown hair and he's especially romantic."
"Sounds like Brock."
"That's exactly what I said."
"What time are the reservations for?"
"Seven thirty. Same time as when the piano player starts."
"Wow. That was very nice of her. Good thing it's only three o' clock. It's gonna take me the whole time to get ready."
Ash's mouth dropped. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Nope." She smiled as she went up to the master bathroom and closed the door.
"Hey wait a minute! Let me take my shower first! I'm not gonna take as long as you!" He rushed up the stairs and into the room after her.
"No way! I got here first!" He barged into the room to find Misty already in a towel.
"Well, guess what? You're also leaving first!" He bent down and put one arm under her knees and the other under her back.
"Hey!" He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her on it and then returning to the shower himself.
"Don't worry. I'll be in here for ten minutes, at most."
Misty sat up on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, those ten minutes better go by pretty damn quick!" She heard him laugh, and then the distinct hissing sound of the shower. "Have you seen the menu at 'Rose Red'? It's very expensive, and only meant for gourmet tastes." Ash was now washing his arms.
"Misty, after knowing me for 13 years, you of all people should know that I'll eat anything!"
"Yes, but don't go all out with the prices."
"Misty! You're joking! I'm taking you out do dinner! Do you know what that means? I'll get you whatever you want! Price doesn't matter!" She sighed, in defeat of her argument, but also in content, because of his persistence to buy her whatever she wished.
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me. We're married! What do you think I was gonna do? Get you a salad and the we leave?" She chuckled.
"Are you almost done?"
"Yes, yes, hold on! Gimme, like, 2 more minutes." She sighed again, but this time out of impatience. He was done with his body, and was now washing his hair and face. The hissing of the shower stopped, and she instinctively walked up to the door. Ash came out in a towel, and Misty was less the two inches from his face. He gasped in surprise, and then gave her lips a quick peck.
"Finally." She teased him and he continued into the closet.
"How long do YOU plan to be in there?"
"Oh, about, say...thirty minutes."
"And you complain that I take too long!" Ash was having trouble trying to find his tux in the closet. It was a step in closet. It was rather large, even for a step in, and things were easily lost in it. He found the comb at least, although he really didn't need it. He always fashioned his hair like his old trainer days. His hair was the exact same color, and he kept it in the exact same spiky style. He found his white button up shirt. He had gotten more clothes, mostly casual clothes. He put the shirt on, and buttoned it up.
"Ash, I think you should wear your blue tux, for a change. It looks nice."
"You're crazy! I'm never going to wear that thing again! The first time was a mistake! It makes me look like a clown! Besides, It's at the dry cleaners."
"That just means you're lucky. I would've made you wear it, one way or another." He found his dress pants. They were jet black, with maybe the slightest bit of gray, which lightened the color a little. They had a pinstripe design too. He grabbed them from the rack and put them on, along with a belt. He tucked his shirt in, and was now looking for his black tux.
"Uh, Mist? Did I leave my black tux at the dry cleaners too?"
"Oh, please tell me you didn't..." Ash was frantic, as he scoured the closet, top and bottom for his suit. He let out a frustrated cry, but it quickly subsided when he saw a pitch black suit flash in front of his eyes.
"Ash? Are you ok?"
"I am now." He had a smile of satisfaction upon his face. "I found my tux." He quickly grabbed it and made sure there were no wrinkles in it. "Damn!!"
"Whatsa' matter?"
"It's got wrinkles!" Ash scowled as he observed the suit with numerous folds in it.
"Y'know, there's this wonderful invention called an 'iron'."
"But I don't know how to use one of those accursed things!"
"Learn! It's really not that hard." Ash mumbled something as he pulled out the iron board and iron from the east wall. He plugged it in, and had to wait at least five minutes for it to heat up. After it was steaming he guessed that it was ready. He did a quick prayer, hoping that he wouldn't burn his tux. He placed the hot iron over the folds, and they instantly smoothed out. He sighed with relief. He didn't notice that the iron was drifting towards his hand...
"OW!! OW! OW!" Ash waved and flicked his hand through the air. He blew on it, trying to cool it down.
"Ash?! What happened?"
"I burnt myself! DAMN!! That hurts!" He continued to cool his hand, and decided that the wrinkles weren't noticeable anymore. He blew on his hand once more, and put the tux on. He was ready, but Misty wasn't even out of the shower yet. "Are you almost done?"
"You, of all people, should know that I'm nowhere near done! I mean, I'm pretty much done my shower, but I still have to style my hair, put on make-up, and I also-"
"You don't need make-up! You look fine without it!" Whoops. Wrong thing to say.
"Exactly! I can look better than 'fine'. I can look the 'best'."
"Right. When you're done, come down stairs. I'll be waiting for you."
"Ok. Might as well make yourself comfortable. I won't be down for a while." Ash walked out the door, and went downstairs.
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Seven o' clock. She better hurry. Ash was sitting on the sofa, careful not to wrinkle his tux, watching TV. He turned it off as soon as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Misty, in a beautiful violet dress, with swirls of dark red placed randomly over the dress. She would sometimes wear her hair down, and this was one of those times. It went down to her shoulders. Misty smiled, she knew that this was Ash's favorite dress. He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked her up and down.
"You're killing me. You know how much I like that dress."
"Yes, I do."
"It looks even better on the floor."
"Maybe." Ash chuckled and he walked her towards the door. "Oh, wait! I need to get my purse! It's in the bedroom! I'll be right back!" She went up the stairs and Ash heard the bedroom door open.
CRASH! BOOM!
"Who the hell-? Get away from me!"
"Misty?!" Ash called from downstairs, but was already going up.
BAM!
A gunshot.
"MISTY!!" Ash crashed through the door, and he stepped on broken glass. On the floor, next to the bed, he saw something he wished he hadn't. Blood. Where was Misty? Who was she talking to? Ash slowly walked over to the red spot on the floor. As he did, the tinkle of glass seemed to play the tune to a sad song. "Misty..." He saw her 9mm on the floor near the window. There was a spent round. Tears were coming down his face in waves. They fell into and mixed with the blood.
"Misty..."
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YUA::sniff:: God, almost made meself cry...::sniff:: Did ya like that? I don't mean in a sadistic way, but like in a story kinda way. I hope so. Please bear with me here....this story going to be a long one, I hope, and it might take me a while to get updates going...::sigh:: Say la vi! French, er, Freedom for: That's life!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
-
Prologue: A Sad Song
-
"C'mon, Ash! I mean, really! How long does it take to make dinner?" Misty wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck.
"Well, Misty, if you think I'M making dinner, have I got a surprise for you." Ash reached into his pocket and flashed 2 rose pink tickets.
"What are those?" She grabbed for them, but Ash pulled them out of her reach.
"These, my love, are reservations to the Olivine restaurant 'Rose Red'. Are you up for going out?" He smiled at her. Her eyes were wide open, and she had a deer-in-the-headlights stare.
"But...but it's impossible to get into there! How did you...?"
"Officer Jenny mailed these to me. She said she had a date, but he ended up with a cold. She said he had spiky brown hair and he's especially romantic."
"Sounds like Brock."
"That's exactly what I said."
"What time are the reservations for?"
"Seven thirty. Same time as when the piano player starts."
"Wow. That was very nice of her. Good thing it's only three o' clock. It's gonna take me the whole time to get ready."
Ash's mouth dropped. "You're kidding me, right?"
"Nope." She smiled as she went up to the master bathroom and closed the door.
"Hey wait a minute! Let me take my shower first! I'm not gonna take as long as you!" He rushed up the stairs and into the room after her.
"No way! I got here first!" He barged into the room to find Misty already in a towel.
"Well, guess what? You're also leaving first!" He bent down and put one arm under her knees and the other under her back.
"Hey!" He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her on it and then returning to the shower himself.
"Don't worry. I'll be in here for ten minutes, at most."
Misty sat up on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Well, those ten minutes better go by pretty damn quick!" She heard him laugh, and then the distinct hissing sound of the shower. "Have you seen the menu at 'Rose Red'? It's very expensive, and only meant for gourmet tastes." Ash was now washing his arms.
"Misty, after knowing me for 13 years, you of all people should know that I'll eat anything!"
"Yes, but don't go all out with the prices."
"Misty! You're joking! I'm taking you out do dinner! Do you know what that means? I'll get you whatever you want! Price doesn't matter!" She sighed, in defeat of her argument, but also in content, because of his persistence to buy her whatever she wished.
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me. We're married! What do you think I was gonna do? Get you a salad and the we leave?" She chuckled.
"Are you almost done?"
"Yes, yes, hold on! Gimme, like, 2 more minutes." She sighed again, but this time out of impatience. He was done with his body, and was now washing his hair and face. The hissing of the shower stopped, and she instinctively walked up to the door. Ash came out in a towel, and Misty was less the two inches from his face. He gasped in surprise, and then gave her lips a quick peck.
"Finally." She teased him and he continued into the closet.
"How long do YOU plan to be in there?"
"Oh, about, say...thirty minutes."
"And you complain that I take too long!" Ash was having trouble trying to find his tux in the closet. It was a step in closet. It was rather large, even for a step in, and things were easily lost in it. He found the comb at least, although he really didn't need it. He always fashioned his hair like his old trainer days. His hair was the exact same color, and he kept it in the exact same spiky style. He found his white button up shirt. He had gotten more clothes, mostly casual clothes. He put the shirt on, and buttoned it up.
"Ash, I think you should wear your blue tux, for a change. It looks nice."
"You're crazy! I'm never going to wear that thing again! The first time was a mistake! It makes me look like a clown! Besides, It's at the dry cleaners."
"That just means you're lucky. I would've made you wear it, one way or another." He found his dress pants. They were jet black, with maybe the slightest bit of gray, which lightened the color a little. They had a pinstripe design too. He grabbed them from the rack and put them on, along with a belt. He tucked his shirt in, and was now looking for his black tux.
"Uh, Mist? Did I leave my black tux at the dry cleaners too?"
"Oh, please tell me you didn't..." Ash was frantic, as he scoured the closet, top and bottom for his suit. He let out a frustrated cry, but it quickly subsided when he saw a pitch black suit flash in front of his eyes.
"Ash? Are you ok?"
"I am now." He had a smile of satisfaction upon his face. "I found my tux." He quickly grabbed it and made sure there were no wrinkles in it. "Damn!!"
"Whatsa' matter?"
"It's got wrinkles!" Ash scowled as he observed the suit with numerous folds in it.
"Y'know, there's this wonderful invention called an 'iron'."
"But I don't know how to use one of those accursed things!"
"Learn! It's really not that hard." Ash mumbled something as he pulled out the iron board and iron from the east wall. He plugged it in, and had to wait at least five minutes for it to heat up. After it was steaming he guessed that it was ready. He did a quick prayer, hoping that he wouldn't burn his tux. He placed the hot iron over the folds, and they instantly smoothed out. He sighed with relief. He didn't notice that the iron was drifting towards his hand...
"OW!! OW! OW!" Ash waved and flicked his hand through the air. He blew on it, trying to cool it down.
"Ash?! What happened?"
"I burnt myself! DAMN!! That hurts!" He continued to cool his hand, and decided that the wrinkles weren't noticeable anymore. He blew on his hand once more, and put the tux on. He was ready, but Misty wasn't even out of the shower yet. "Are you almost done?"
"You, of all people, should know that I'm nowhere near done! I mean, I'm pretty much done my shower, but I still have to style my hair, put on make-up, and I also-"
"You don't need make-up! You look fine without it!" Whoops. Wrong thing to say.
"Exactly! I can look better than 'fine'. I can look the 'best'."
"Right. When you're done, come down stairs. I'll be waiting for you."
"Ok. Might as well make yourself comfortable. I won't be down for a while." Ash walked out the door, and went downstairs.
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Seven o' clock. She better hurry. Ash was sitting on the sofa, careful not to wrinkle his tux, watching TV. He turned it off as soon as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Misty, in a beautiful violet dress, with swirls of dark red placed randomly over the dress. She would sometimes wear her hair down, and this was one of those times. It went down to her shoulders. Misty smiled, she knew that this was Ash's favorite dress. He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He looked her up and down.
"You're killing me. You know how much I like that dress."
"Yes, I do."
"It looks even better on the floor."
"Maybe." Ash chuckled and he walked her towards the door. "Oh, wait! I need to get my purse! It's in the bedroom! I'll be right back!" She went up the stairs and Ash heard the bedroom door open.
CRASH! BOOM!
"Who the hell-? Get away from me!"
"Misty?!" Ash called from downstairs, but was already going up.
BAM!
A gunshot.
"MISTY!!" Ash crashed through the door, and he stepped on broken glass. On the floor, next to the bed, he saw something he wished he hadn't. Blood. Where was Misty? Who was she talking to? Ash slowly walked over to the red spot on the floor. As he did, the tinkle of glass seemed to play the tune to a sad song. "Misty..." He saw her 9mm on the floor near the window. There was a spent round. Tears were coming down his face in waves. They fell into and mixed with the blood.
"Misty..."
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YUA::sniff:: God, almost made meself cry...::sniff:: Did ya like that? I don't mean in a sadistic way, but like in a story kinda way. I hope so. Please bear with me here....this story going to be a long one, I hope, and it might take me a while to get updates going...::sigh:: Say la vi! French, er, Freedom for: That's life!