You Got Away – by Cerulean Leader
A/N: One-off sequel to my story 'Liar'. This was requested by The First Pkmn. Hope you enjoy.
Silk.
That was the feel of material in his hands as he ran his fingertips delicately over the salmon pink and banana yellow square.
He continued to stare down at the material, leaning against the tree as the bark dug into his back as his red-brimmed hat shielded his eyes. Not bothering to look up when his Pokémon chirped a few feet away, he just leaned back to his head was looking up into the treetops.
"What are you doing now, Mist?"
He hadn't seen the girl in a few years, let alone contacted her. Sure, the occasional e-mail or letter was around but he was travelling that the letters that were addressed to him never even found their way to his hands.
"Ash?"
That distracted him. He looked up at his tanned friend, who was raising a thick eyebrow. "Dinners ready. I made Lazy-Boy-No-Chew-Stew!" he grinned, a smirk also forming.
"Brock, that's something to have when Misty's around…" he muttered back, taking off his hat and running a hand through his unruly raven hair.
"Wait, what—?" Brock asked in confusion, before his features turned back into a smirk. "Oh! I know what. Someone misses Misty, don't they?"
Ash blushed magenta. Scoffing, he quickly hid the handkerchief behind his back, and smiled nervously. "I do not!" he denied, placing a hand by the back of his neck.
"We all know it, Ash. Just admit it. Even Team Rocket knows that you and the 'twerpette' are supposed to be destined."
"She's not a twerpette!" Ash yelled, standing up. Brock looked startled, and soon both of their faces softened.
"Okay, okay… Fine, maybe I like her, okay? But she got away, Brock! She's gone, back in Cerulean!" our hero exclaimed, closing his eyes as he attempted to calm down.
"Only maybe?"
"…I do, happy?"
Brock looked overjoyed, wrapping Ash into a hug. "Ah! It's about time you came to your senses!"
"Brock, dinners burning…" Ash murmured into his ear quietly as he tried to regain his breath. He hated tight hugs – his mother had always given them to him growing up.
His friend gasped and scurried away, accidently knocking over poor Piplup as he waddled across camp proudly.
Ash sighed again, and sat back down, eyeing the handkerchief which was still backed against the tree trunk.
"You got away from me and all I have to remember you is the handkerchief, but what does it mean?"
You'll understand someday, Ash… his mum had told him when he asked. She had sent him a cheeky smile and then had walked off to garden in her prized vegetable patch.
I miss you, Mist… I'll come back soon, promise. But don't get away again…
A/N: Sequel to my other story, Liar.
This is dedicated to The First Pkmn who requested the sequel. :D
Word Count: 399
AAML forever!
CL - xoxo