Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon. By the way, this story is rated PG-13 for language and stuff, however most of this is outside of the actual fic, therefore if you don't read either the authors note I occasionally put at the beginning or the thing I write at the end you should be ok.
Ages:
Ash – 18
Misty – 17½
Brock – 21
Karate, Kung Fu and Forty-Seven Other Dangerous Words
(or 'Spy Games')
Part II"Misty."
"Ash. You've got to help me. Please, I can't make it on my own."
"Don't worry Misty, I won't leave you. I promise."
"I don't think I can do this without you."
"And you won't have to."
19.00
"Ash, wake up," I heard a soft gentle voice whisper next to my ear.
I figured I must have still been dreaming, it sounded like Misty and I could almost picture her angelic face near mine, feel her warm breath on the back of my neck.
I stirred slightly trying to find my way back to this marvelous dream.
"He's not waking up," I heard Misty say from somewhere beyond my lack of consciousness. "Oh well," she sighed almost evily, "Pikachu?"
That's when I knew that I wasn't dreaming any more, dream Misty's were so much nicer than the real thing. But I love her for it and I wouldn't want her any other way.
"Pikachupi pikapi cha?" ((Misty he's awake?)) Pikachu asked in its confusion.
"No. He's not," Misty said warningly giving Pikachu a look that dared it to defy her.
"Pika," ((ok)) he replied stepping back and waving his hands in front of his face to protect himself. He knew Misty far to well to argue, she could do more damage with that mallet of hers than he could with a thunder bolt.
"Pikachuu!"
I woke up just as Pikachu let out his best thunderbolt. Pikachu ran to hide behind Misty as he realized what he had done while Misty just stood there making no attempt to hide or hold back her fit of giggles.
"Thanks for waking me," I said blowing out a puff of smoke. I immediately fell back down on the bed.
Misty couldn't control herself any longer and clutched her stomach bursting out laughing at my expense.
She has one of the most angelic laughs I'll ever hear and I almost love her laugh a part form the fact that it's usually aimed at me. I quickly got back up before Misty got the chance to use her Vulpex, just for fun.
"You didn't have to fry me," I told her trying my best to glare at her and be angry. It was hard but I've had enough practice to get it right.
"Yes I did," Misty replied happily. "This is the funniest thing that's happened all day."
"Then you must have had a very boring day. See how much you miss me."
Misty poked out her tongue and turned her nose up at me. "Hurry up, we've got to go prepare," she said heading out the door. She then turned back and looked me up and down. "And for goodness sakes Ash, put some pants on."
I blushed bright red and pulled my duvet around my waist. She giggled again as she walked out the door and shut it after her.
Pikachu looked up at my red face and began to laugh rolling across the floor clutching his stomach. Does anyone else get the feeling that Pikachu spends way too much time with Misty?
"Thanks pal," I sighed.
"Pikachupi chu ka pichupi pika chu ka," ((she likes you too you know)) Pikachu said suddenly becoming more serious.
"Sure," I replied rolling my eyes. "A girl comes in here and totally unprovoked sets my own Pokemon on me when I least expect it because she's madly in love with me? I don't think so Pikachu."
Pikachu shrugged. "Pi chu pika pika chu," ((you should tell her)) the yellow mouse Pokemon insisted.
I shook my head insistently. "I can't do that," I told him. "You know I want to, you know that's all I've wanted to tell her for as long as I've known her, but it's against the rules."
"Pika pi chu ka pi," ((Rules are made to be broken)) he replied.
"Ash would you hurry up in there," I heard Misty yell through the door. "We've got to get to . . ."
I quickly pulled on my clothes and pulled the door open before she could finish her sentence.
" . . . dinner," she said. "Took your time didn't you?" she said eyebrow raised waiting for an explanation.
"You're one to talk," I mocked.
"At least I have something to show for all that time and effort," she said waving her hand across my clothes distastefully.
I'd thrown on the first thing I could find which happened to be an old pair of jeans with grass stains on the knees and a gray shirt with remains of something unrecognizable on it – probably last Friday's lunch.
"And we sure as hell can tell how much effort went into that," I replied sweetly. "Remember, I've seen you before ten."
Misty glared at me and poked me in the ribs with her elbow before walking away.
It hurt even though she wasn't trying to injure me, after all she had been trained to take down guys twice her size with a single blow, of course it was going to hurt even if it wasn't intentional.
"Oh c'mon Myst," I said catching up to her. "You know I think you're gorgeous."
I blushed the moment the words came out of my mouth but quickly covered it hoping she wouldn't notice.
She looked back at me with something that looked a lot like hope shining in her eyes.
"I mean," I started placing my hand behind me head like I often did when I got nervous or embarrassed, "even without the make up."
Misty's eyes hardened shooting arrows at me.
"So Miss. Waterflower," I offered hoping to take the focus onto something else, "may I escort you to dinner?"
"Don't flatter yourself Ash," she sighed rolling her eyes but at least I could now see a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. I could tell she was trying to stay angry but she was struggling. "And I'll have you know that the only make up I wear is lipstick and eye shadow."
"And I honestly believe you," I said trying to match her step. "So what's for dinner?"
"Do you ever think about anything but food?" she asked.
"Course not," I replied. "So what's for dinner?"
"Slopey Joes, I think," she answered. "But I wouldn't go by my guess."
I shook my head disapprovingly. "We've got a world class chef and we're eating slopey joes. Doesn't that just seem wrong?"
"Whatever," she scoffed. "Knowing you as well as I do being the one stuck as your partner for four years, I bet you were the one who requested them."
"Who told?" I said jokingly. Yeah ok, I admit it, I requested the slopey joes but if anyone tells Misty I'm dead. At least this dampens her suspicion.
"So when do we leave for the M-I-S-S-I-O-N?" I asked as if it were some code that no one else could figure out.
"Ash I know Team Rocket are dumb, but I'm sure the can figure out a simple seven letter word. I heard something last week saying that some of them have even passed 'Hooked on Phonics 2'," she told me, her sarcasm almost dripping with laughter. "And if the real reason for this sudden grasp of spelling is to try and impress me with your intelligence, I think you missed an 's'."
I stopped trying to think back to what I had said counting out the seven letters on my hand. Misty just continued without me giggling to her self.
Why do I always believe every word she says?
"I got both of them," I called after her defiantly as I caught up to her.
She just continued to laugh at my expense, like she always did.
"So," I asked huskily lowering my voice so only she could hear it, "are you impressed?"
She laughed again and shoved me away playfully. "Definitely," she said mimicking my husky tone as she struggled to sound seductive in between her giggles. "I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby."
"I knew it all along," I said grabbing her waist and sweeping her into my arms then over my shoulder like a rag doll. "Come Jane, we eat now."
Misty laughed again, that beautiful laugh that sounded like a choir of angels singing. See, she didn't always laugh at me, actually most of the time she's laughing with me just like now. That's when she's the most beautiful to me.
"Wrong way Tarzan," she giggled pretending to struggle and beat my shoulder as we headed to the right.
"Me know that," I replied. "Tarzan just testing Jane."
"Then could you test a bit quicker? Jane here's getting a little hungry and uncomfortable. And while you're taking requests, do you mind not carrying me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes?"
I stopped to pull her around so she was sitting in my arms with her arms wrapped around my neck to stop her self from falling.
I felt my pulse quicken and my breath catch in my throat. She was so close right now I swear I could almost feel her heart beating next to mine and I promise you that it was going just as fast as mine. But then I guess that's wishful thinking.
"Better?" I managed to ask through the lump in my throat.
"Much," she replied in a tone, which sounded almost breathless. "Now chop, chop or there will be nothing stopping me from using that new hold AJ taught me today, on you."
It was strange, her voice sounded much perkier than usual, almost forced upon her natural tone. But then maybe I'm just the optimist and the glass isn't quite as full as you might think.
AJ is our martial arts trainer, he taught us the essentials that we need to know to kick Team Rockets ass. We know everything from Judo and Kickboxing to Kung Fu and Karate. And of course Tai Bo especially for our female operatives, not like Misty needs it.
I chuckled. "Did you know that for every hold that AJ teaches you he teaches me the necessary defences needed to get out of them?" I told her. "It's almost as if he knows that you plan to use them against me whenever you fancy hurting someone and I'm the first available target."
"That only happened like four times," she said, "and none of them were my fault. All four times you did something to annoy me and as luck would have it I just so happened to have forgotten them so we can't discuss this into any further detail."
"Good thing I remembered them," I told her. "One time it was because that Brock stole your diary and you thought it was me."
"Excuse me, how was I supposed to know it wasn't you?" she asked in an effort to defend herself. "You were the most obvious suspect especially seeing as I had put chillies in your dinner the week before."
"The second was because I had hidden your diary and I thought you wouldn't suspect me because you already thought I had."
"Ok," she said, "let's just say were even."
"But I had so many more interesting stories to tell you," I whined.
"Too bad," she laughed.
"C'mon Myst," I said as I pushed the door open to the dining room.
Brock and Tracey and almost everyone else in the room openly stared at us as we walked into the large dinning room. Well actually I walked in Misty kind of just sat in my arms but you knew what I meant. At first I was confused as to why they were looking at us like that but then I caught a glance in one of the dinning rooms many reflective surfaces and, excuse the pun, but it was perfectly clear.
You see, it wasn't really until then that I realized the exact depth of the situation I had put myself and Misty in. Sure I knew how close we were, how could I forget? I was savouring every moment I felt her body next to mine, but I don't think I realized that there were other people around and that they could actually see us.
No I did not think we were invisible, I was just so caught up in Misty (as always) that I didn't realize there was anyone else at all.
My arms were wrapped around her waist and legs drawing her as close as I could to my own body without making it look like I was doing so on purpose. Her arms were draped around my neck and her head resting against my chest as though it were the most natural thing to do. At least it was against my chest until we were sprung by a room full of secret agents and other member of a highly organized, top secret international association.
Damn you Brock and Tracey. Damn you for having such stupid names.
We had just walked into that room like it was no big deal. Looking back we almost looked like a couple of newly weds stepping over the threshold for the first time, but we had walked into that room like it didn't matter, like it was a normal everyday thing that people like us did to keep ourselves entertained.
But then people started staring. I mean not all of them, not everybody in this place has lives that are so dull that they have nothing better to do all day then stare at me and Myst and make us feel like a couple of freaks. No, some of them looked like they were a hell of a lot more interested in eating their food, something I would have preferred to be doing right at that moment.
I slowly lowered Misty back to the ground and I could see that she was blushing quite noticeably. I wasn't surprised; I dreaded to see how red my own cheeks were at the time but presumed they were at least as red as hers.
"Care to explain guys?" Brock asked suggestively almost knowingly.
'He doesn't know,' I tried to convince myself eyeing Brock suspiciously. 'Does he?'
"Oh shut up Slate," Misty said angrily. "I'm still not finished with you from that incident this afternoon so I think it would be much more obliging to your health and mine if you just shut up and left me alone."
With that she stalked away and went to get her food.
Tracey snickered and looked as though he were about to comment. I stopped him before he could.
"I wouldn't try anything if I were you Trace," I told him. "Misty has enough blackmail on you to last her through to the next millennium and I only know half of it."
Tracey gaped then shut his mouth suddenly looking away not daring to meet my eye.
Ok, so I lied a little, who could blame me? Misty only told me a little bit of her blackmail after I begged her for a whole month and what she told me wasn't even that juicy. This sure as hell got me interested in what the rest of it was about.
But it shut him up so I was happy. I smiled as I walked over to Misty where she was taking her food.
"So, did they say anything?" she asked nervously.
I looked at her oddly but tried to cover it. I couldn't quite understand what she had to be nervous about. She wasn't the one that they were going to be teasing for the next month about all his feelings towards Misty or her feelings towards me.
They say that it's completely obvious but then how come Misty doesn't see. Is she as dense as she says I am? Or maybe she does see and she chooses to ignore it. My smile suddenly turned fake and threatened to fault any second now.
But then, they all just think it's a crush, something that couldn't be helped after the years we spent together side by side. But they were wrong. This wasn't just a crush; it was love and so much more. It was inevitable.
"Nothing," I replied nonchalantly, "I told Tracey I knew all his secrets and suddenly he didn't seem so keen on speaking."
"But you don't," she replied, "all I told you was that thing about the pictures of Professor Oaks granddaughter in his sketchbook and the only person who doesn't know about them is Oak."
"Yeah, but he doesn't know that," Ash replied.
Misty giggled. "So did you get enough sleep?" she asked a slight note of concern in her voice.
It was strange how things just suddenly got so awkward. It seemed the question was just there to fill in the silence, but I didn't mind silence because it was never completely silent. When it was quiet I could just sit there and listen to Misty breathe in and out and know she was safe and alive.
"I think so," I replied, "too bad if I'm not. We're leaving at 12 on the dot whether I'm ready or not."
"You slept five hours straight without waking up once," she replied. "If you're not well rested then I better head to bed now."
"I think I'm good," I told her.
I didn't want her to leave; I wanted her to stay right here with me. I never really wanted her to leave, especially when I told her to leave.
I guess I just felt kind of different when Misty was with me. I always felt stronger, braver, and more significant. I felt like a superhero, as if I could leap tall buildings in a single bound, like I could lift two thousand tonne jumbo jets, like I could run faster than a speeding bullet.
I remember this saying, my mom used to tell me it all the time and it was by a man called Lao Tzu. He once said "To love someone deeply gives you strength; being loved deeply, gives you courage." I know I can definitely vouch for the first part.
I felt as though I could fly.
When I was with Misty I felt free. I felt as though I could just be myself; that I didn't have to play a part. I felt as if the weight of the world had been taken from me, as if all that was left was plain old ordinary Ash Ketchum; no secret organization, no worries but those for her.
I felt as if it was the only time I could really just be me and that she wouldn't run away because of it. She knew the real me that no one else had even come close to knowing and she still liked me for it.
No wonder I didn't want her to leave.
We sat down at the table with Tracey and Brock. Misty glared at the two almost daring them to speak like she often did.
Brock and Tracey almost seemed to shrink back. Tracey still didn't dare to meet mine or Misty's eyes and his nervously seemed to plead us not to tell as they occasionally darted in the direction of Professor Oak.
Professor Oak was one of those absentminded mad scientists. He always wore his hair at odd angles and searched for the glasses seated on top of his head. He was the guy who gave us all the secret weapons and devised most of the schemes.
Which reminds me, we have a meeting after dinner to finish organization for tonight's operation.
"Hey there," Professor Oak said as he came up to our table jarring me from my thoughts, which were obviously on Misty. "I hope I'm not interrupting your dinner, but I'd like to show you something quite miraculous."
"No, now is fine," I said suddenly aware of my untouched plate of food. It wasn't like I was going to be able to eat much anyway; the millions of tiny butterfree in my stomach had put me off my food long before anything else had the chance.
"Come," he said to Misty and myself, as we followed behind him in the direction of his lab. "I'll introduce you to my latest invention."
As we walked into the spacious laboratory our eyes were immediately drawn to the object in the middle of the room. Professor Oak's grin broadened as he saw Misty and my own eyes widened just from looking at his invention.
"What is it?" I asked awestruck.
"This," Professor said in a nonchalant tone despite the permanent smile on his face and the light in his eyes. "This is the answer to all your prayers."
End of Part II
Yay, done! Guess now all I have to do is go write part three. Wish me luck and review in order to convey such luck. Unfortunately, I am not psychic and thus I cannot receive any telepathic wishes of luck or anything else.
Damn, wish I was psychic, I mean instead of the obvious psycho.
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