Hey I'm back.
This story is very different to what I usually do but it has still has humour and will have humour as well as my attempts at action and mystery.
I've actually got a good few things planned for this story so I'm hoping it will go down well but if it doesn't, well I'm going to try and write it anyway.
Ok, I don't own the characters but it is my story so if you want to use it, let me know. Anyhow, please read and review Hope you enjoy it
Chapter 1
Ash Ketchum took a deep breath and braced himself.
His friend and surrogate older brother, Brock Slate leant forewards in anticipation.
Pikachu stood besdies Ash gazing up at him in wonder.
A bad of sweat trickled down the young trainers face.
"BEURRRPPPP"
The sound echoed around the small clearing and with that, Pikachu and Brokc began cheering and applauding as Ash took a bow.
On the other side of the campfire Misty, a redheaded teen with streaks of light blue running through her hair,rubbed her temples and ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation,
"Morons! I'm stuck with morons! I'm surrounded by morons!" she groaned.
"Oh c'mon! You were impressed, admit it!" Ash protested.
Misty shot him a dark look which quenched that hope.
"Ok, maybe not" Ash muttered, sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling off.
Brock turned towards Maity.
"So where are we headed now?" he asked, curiously.
Misty shook her head,and looked at Brock in annoynace.
"I'm going to Viridian, you two will probably get lost and end staring at your shoes for hours which suits me fine!" she fumed.
At that, Ash had had enough and jumped to his feet pointing at Misty accusingly.
"You could at least pretend to be nice"
Misty raised an eyebrow at this and then pouted mockingly,.
"You don't think I'm nice?"
Ash didn't respond well to her mocking tone so he continued, his voice rising.
"We saved your life. Any normal person would stop treating us like the gum they just scraped off their shoes after three weeks of walking"
It was Misty's turn to get angry.
Up to this stage she had been enjoying winding Ash up but now she was ready to turn this into a fight.
"I didn't need you two, you just decided to jump in and play hero and now you expect me to clap my hands together and swoon everytime you speak or look my way?"she demanded.
"You are unbelievable! All you care about is yourself. You'd be perfectly happy to ingore everyone and never talk to anyone else"
"What part of that is bad?! See some of us, no, most of us don't need to somone to play babysitter. Some of us do fine on our own and don't want our own cheering squad"
"Whats that supposed to mean?!"
"I'd explain in terms you'd understand but I'm not sure there's enough three letter words out there"
Brock watched the pair, arguing, hurling insults over the fire at each other.
Looking at Misty, eyes ablaze and face contorted in anger, her hair swinging with every motion, it was hard to believe that this was the girl who they had found at the side of the path in a crumpled heap.
She had looked so weak and helpless, lying there, her face scrunched up in pain, whimpering slightly.
Ash had been so concerned when they found her and couldn't take his eyes of her as he carried her to the Pokemon centre.
Brock had never seen the youth look so serious as when he sat outside her room ,hoping for a miracle.
And now he was shouting at the girl, fists clenched, eyes narrowed.
Ever since the girl had found her voice, Ash and she had been fighting over anything and everything.
Brock had tried to break up the fights but after a while realised he might as well have been fighting the forces of nature.
And the especially irratating part for him was that he knew they didn't hate each other as much as they put on.
He knew Ash genuinely wanted to impress Misty at times and longed for a friendly smile or a kind word from her but Misty's defensive nature would never allow for that.
"And its because of you that we lost that rare Pokemon!" Ash accused.
Misty looked at him in disbelief.
"Oh so now you're blaming me for your pathetic ablilities?" she asked, incredulously
"Hey I don't need to take criticism from a girl who couldn't even dye her hair right"
The group fell silent. Pikachu stared up at its trainer, wondering what was going to happen now.
Misty's face was dark, her eyes narrowed to slits and her breathing irregular.
She stalked over to him with surprising speed and grabbed him the jacket and locked eyes with him, her own eyes burning with anger and hatred.
"You don't know anything about me so don't even think about judging me" she growled in a low, menacing warning.
Brokc saw this as the time to break it up and he pulled Misty back who didn't struggled but continued to glare at Ash.
"Settle down you two! You're both just tired from a long walk today. Sit down, have some food and then we'll go to sleep Tomorrow everything will be better." Brock promised, dragging Misty back to the other side of the fire.
Once he let go of her, she turned away and began walking away from the campsite when Brock reached out and grabbed her by the arm and squezzed it, causing Misty to wince.
He grabbed the part of arm bandaged and had pressed on a wound.
"You're injured and tired and Viridian's a long way from here. Eat, go to sleep and tomorrow we'll leave for Viridian" Brock said with a sigh.
Between trying to keep an eye on Ash and his impulsive nature, and trying to keep Misty calm as well as breaking up fights, Brock often wondered was minding his own family easier.
Misty grumbled but sat back down reluctantly.
Misty stared into her soup, thinking back to how this mess had first started in that Pokemon centre with a lousy Pokemon trainer.
Ash sat opposite her and they ate in silence. And he was so sure that he could impress her today.
To be continued.
Ok so I know I probably didn't do a very good job with this chapter but its supposed to be futher on in the story and the next chapter will start at the beginning before they ever meet.
Ok well please read n' review
Thanks
Lots of love
Nibbs
This story is very different to what I usually do but it has still has humour and will have humour as well as my attempts at action and mystery.
I've actually got a good few things planned for this story so I'm hoping it will go down well but if it doesn't, well I'm going to try and write it anyway.
Ok, I don't own the characters but it is my story so if you want to use it, let me know. Anyhow, please read and review Hope you enjoy it
Chapter 1
Ash Ketchum took a deep breath and braced himself.
His friend and surrogate older brother, Brock Slate leant forewards in anticipation.
Pikachu stood besdies Ash gazing up at him in wonder.
A bad of sweat trickled down the young trainers face.
"BEURRRPPPP"
The sound echoed around the small clearing and with that, Pikachu and Brokc began cheering and applauding as Ash took a bow.
On the other side of the campfire Misty, a redheaded teen with streaks of light blue running through her hair,rubbed her temples and ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation,
"Morons! I'm stuck with morons! I'm surrounded by morons!" she groaned.
"Oh c'mon! You were impressed, admit it!" Ash protested.
Misty shot him a dark look which quenched that hope.
"Ok, maybe not" Ash muttered, sticking his hands in his pockets and shuffling off.
Brock turned towards Maity.
"So where are we headed now?" he asked, curiously.
Misty shook her head,and looked at Brock in annoynace.
"I'm going to Viridian, you two will probably get lost and end staring at your shoes for hours which suits me fine!" she fumed.
At that, Ash had had enough and jumped to his feet pointing at Misty accusingly.
"You could at least pretend to be nice"
Misty raised an eyebrow at this and then pouted mockingly,.
"You don't think I'm nice?"
Ash didn't respond well to her mocking tone so he continued, his voice rising.
"We saved your life. Any normal person would stop treating us like the gum they just scraped off their shoes after three weeks of walking"
It was Misty's turn to get angry.
Up to this stage she had been enjoying winding Ash up but now she was ready to turn this into a fight.
"I didn't need you two, you just decided to jump in and play hero and now you expect me to clap my hands together and swoon everytime you speak or look my way?"she demanded.
"You are unbelievable! All you care about is yourself. You'd be perfectly happy to ingore everyone and never talk to anyone else"
"What part of that is bad?! See some of us, no, most of us don't need to somone to play babysitter. Some of us do fine on our own and don't want our own cheering squad"
"Whats that supposed to mean?!"
"I'd explain in terms you'd understand but I'm not sure there's enough three letter words out there"
Brock watched the pair, arguing, hurling insults over the fire at each other.
Looking at Misty, eyes ablaze and face contorted in anger, her hair swinging with every motion, it was hard to believe that this was the girl who they had found at the side of the path in a crumpled heap.
She had looked so weak and helpless, lying there, her face scrunched up in pain, whimpering slightly.
Ash had been so concerned when they found her and couldn't take his eyes of her as he carried her to the Pokemon centre.
Brock had never seen the youth look so serious as when he sat outside her room ,hoping for a miracle.
And now he was shouting at the girl, fists clenched, eyes narrowed.
Ever since the girl had found her voice, Ash and she had been fighting over anything and everything.
Brock had tried to break up the fights but after a while realised he might as well have been fighting the forces of nature.
And the especially irratating part for him was that he knew they didn't hate each other as much as they put on.
He knew Ash genuinely wanted to impress Misty at times and longed for a friendly smile or a kind word from her but Misty's defensive nature would never allow for that.
"And its because of you that we lost that rare Pokemon!" Ash accused.
Misty looked at him in disbelief.
"Oh so now you're blaming me for your pathetic ablilities?" she asked, incredulously
"Hey I don't need to take criticism from a girl who couldn't even dye her hair right"
The group fell silent. Pikachu stared up at its trainer, wondering what was going to happen now.
Misty's face was dark, her eyes narrowed to slits and her breathing irregular.
She stalked over to him with surprising speed and grabbed him the jacket and locked eyes with him, her own eyes burning with anger and hatred.
"You don't know anything about me so don't even think about judging me" she growled in a low, menacing warning.
Brokc saw this as the time to break it up and he pulled Misty back who didn't struggled but continued to glare at Ash.
"Settle down you two! You're both just tired from a long walk today. Sit down, have some food and then we'll go to sleep Tomorrow everything will be better." Brock promised, dragging Misty back to the other side of the fire.
Once he let go of her, she turned away and began walking away from the campsite when Brock reached out and grabbed her by the arm and squezzed it, causing Misty to wince.
He grabbed the part of arm bandaged and had pressed on a wound.
"You're injured and tired and Viridian's a long way from here. Eat, go to sleep and tomorrow we'll leave for Viridian" Brock said with a sigh.
Between trying to keep an eye on Ash and his impulsive nature, and trying to keep Misty calm as well as breaking up fights, Brock often wondered was minding his own family easier.
Misty grumbled but sat back down reluctantly.
Misty stared into her soup, thinking back to how this mess had first started in that Pokemon centre with a lousy Pokemon trainer.
Ash sat opposite her and they ate in silence. And he was so sure that he could impress her today.
To be continued.
Ok so I know I probably didn't do a very good job with this chapter but its supposed to be futher on in the story and the next chapter will start at the beginning before they ever meet.
Ok well please read n' review
Thanks
Lots of love
Nibbs