I hate to start things off on a harsh note but don't expect updates from me this soon I happened to have easy hours this week and I love the beginnings of new stories because they're new and exciting and I haven't overplayed them in my head yet (: However I have a goal to finish this and my other story by a timeline, this one specifically by Christmas. But if you like my writing and are dying for more you can check out my other Pokémon story and I can't wait to give you all a great read!

Misty hurried through the halls and towards her grandfather's study. She her lesson time with him, and she knew she was lucky; the big kids didn't get to do this when they were three. When he got there she knocked on the door and waited until she heard his deep voice tell her to come in. She loved her grandfather, he was so kind and gentle, and that's why everyone loved him. She opened the door and smiled. He was sitting at his desk reading something. He was always busy; he liked to say that was what being crowned was about, using your time for others. "Hi Grandpa" She said happily walking over to his big oak desk. He looked up his eyes meeting hers.

"Misty you're late young lady."

"I'm sorry Grandpa, Momma made me wash up because Berry pushed me in the dirt, she told me to apologize for looking so messy." His eyes softened and she knew he wasn't mad at her so she relaxed, she would hate it if her grandfather was angry with her.

"And why would Berry do a thing like that to a sweet little girl like you?" He asked as he picked her up and sat her on his lap.

"Because Aunt Violet had just scolded him about being bad at sharing with me because I took his sword."

"I see. Did you say you were sorry?"

"Yes but Berry never cares."

"Okay Little Missy I think it's time for some lessons."

"Grandpa?"

"Yes?"

"When can I have a Pokémon?"

"When you're old enough to take care of one."

"When will that be?"

"I'll let you know okay?"

"Okay."

"Alright now down you go." He sat her down and stood next to her. Then he took her hand and walked her to his globe.

"Now can you point to-" He stopped when the knock on the door interrupted him. "Yes?"

"Dad, I'm sorry to interrupt, we need to talk to you it's very important. He nodded.

"Misty will you please wait outside while I talk to your Aunt and Mother?"

"Yes Grandfather." Her mother kissed her on the head as she walked out into the hall. She shut the door behind her and pressed her ear to the door so she could hear what they were talking about.

"So what is so important?"

"It's about Violet Daddy, and what she's doing to Berry and Ivey."

"I see and what exactly is she doing Daisy?"

"Dad she's telling Berry and Ivey that Misty was a mistake and that it is her fault that they won't be crowned. That she should have never happened and ruined everything."

"Dad it's awful enough that she would say such a thing but they treat her badly for it."

"Daddy you have to stop her, they're still children, they shouldn't be learning to hate their family."

"What did Violet have to say?"

"How Lilly was a mistake and ruined everything to begin with." He sighed and looked away.

"Dad I've old enough to know it's not true but-"

"I know Misty is too young, she won't be able to process that its jealousy."

"Dad I know it's your decision, but I think you should have Violet leave and have take care of Berry and Ivey."

"I will not do that Daisy and you know why I can't. They are her children and her responsibility. If this is how she wants to raise them then that is what will cost them the crown."

"Dad, this is treason, if it were anyone else-"

"It's not anyone else, it is my daughter and your sister. I will speak with her and the children, but beyond this I will do nothing."

"Dad Berry pushed my daughter's face into the dirt because she got him in trouble, what will he do if she does get crowned? Or if another child gets crowned? If this is his behavior now what will it be in the future? You are subjecting Misty to danger and I don't like it!"

"Misty what are you doing?" She snapped away from the door and looked her aunt in the eye.

"I was taken out of my lesson and wanted to hear why."

"And why were you?"

"They said you said I was a mistake. Aunt Violet do you hate me? Like Aunt Daisy said you do?" Her eyes widened but only for a moment. Then she relaxed and her face hardened.

"No, but if you take the crown away from my children I will hate you Misty, just like I hate your mother." Misty's face reddened as she felt some tears start to fill her eyes.

"That's Grandpa's choice."

"And before you it was easily theirs, you shouldn't change such a thing. It's a shame if only you were more like Amaryllis it wouldn't matter."

"Why?"

"Because Amaryllis isn't queen material, but you could be. Too bad Mommy and Daddy got stuck with you. You are becoming such a disappointment. Do you know why they named you Misty dear? Mist as in Mistake. They never wanted you either; they just didn't want me to tell you that. You are ruining everything for everyone." The door opened so suddenly Violet jumped Lilly was past the door before she even knew what was happening and held Misty close in her arms. The little girl had started crying harder and Lilly looked so fierce Violet was actually taken off guard.

"You are NOT my sister you MONSTER!" She screamed before putting her full attention on her child and making her stop crying.

"Violet, come in here this moment." Their father ordered and Violet went in knowing this was unavoidable now. Daisy grabbed her arm and stopped her before she entered.

"We aren't close because this is the disgusting creature you've become, telling a little baby she doesn't matter! She's your family whether you like it or not! And she is just a little girl. I hate you for Lilly. Never speak to me again you creature!" She let her go and stormed away towards the bedrooms Violet held her head high and went to her father. She didn't need them. She never did.

A few Days later

"Brock give it back its mine!" Ash yelled loudly chasing his friend deeper into the woods. Brock's Mother was going to kill them when she found out how far away they'd gotten. Brock laughed and ran further away. Ash stopped to breath for a second and looked for him. Brock was gone. Ash sighed and angrily kept walking convinced he would find him again.

Ash continued on until he swore he heard something. He rushed toward the noise sure he would find his friend when he didn't see the familiar dark features of his best friend, but a red hair girl by the river, crying? He hid behind a tree as he watched the little girl huddled her head on her knees crying. He felt helpless; there was really nothing he could do. She, however, seemed to sense his presence anyway and turned. She was nice looking for a girl, red-orange shoulder length hair, pretty blue green eyes, creamy white skin even the four year old could see how nice looking she was, even if her face was red from crying. She took in the strange boy too, with his messy black hair and dark brown eyes; he looked so different from all the boys in her family. "Who are you?" She questioned unsure as to what to make of this situation.

"I'm Ash, who are you?" She gave him a questioning look but responded.

"I'm Misty."

"Have you seen a darker skinned boy with brown eyes, brown spiky hair and small brown eyes? He has my Poké book."

"No."

"Oh," He paused not entirely sure how to handle this new person."Why are you crying?" She whipped her eyes angrily and answered harshly.

"I'm not crying! I never cry." Ash rolled his eyes. Clearly she had just been crying, but he wanted her help so he let it go.

"Then why are you by yourself?"

"My family hates me." That stunned him. Parents couldn't hate their kids it was in their bones to love them.

"Why? How could your mom and dad hate you?"

"No my Mom and Dad love me, but my Aunt and two of my cousins they hate me, they said they wish I was never born." Ash glared that was an awful thing to say. If he had ever even thought that about someone his Mom would wash his mouth out with soap. He moved to her and took her hand.

"Forget them, wanna come help me find my friend and play with us?"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." She smiled

"Sure!" He led her by the hand as the searched out Brock.

Misty became a perfect fit into their group. Ash (who lived a town away from Brock) only visited once a week which made it easy for Misty to sneak away from the palace without gaining too much attention. Her friendship with the two was so easy, it was like being with Leaf, except Leaf was growing up and couldn't always play with her. The trio continued like this for years the first change occurring when they were eight, nine and ten. Four years later.

Misty tied her short hair back into a Ponyta tail as she moved towards her dresser. If her mother caught her sneaking off the grounds again today she might make Misty miss next week. She wished she could have her two best friends come here, but she liked how they were separated from this part of her life. She liked how when she was with them she wasn't really a princess, she was just…Misty.

She grabbed her bag and snuck to the door opening it a crack to listen for her mother. The beautiful sounds of silence lingered long enough for her and she smiled quietly escaping into the main part of the palace. As she quickly rushed towards the garden door a familiar voice called out to her. "So Misty where are you off to today? Continuing to explore the country side?" She froze and turned slowly.

"Hi Grandpa." She said chest-fallen as she met his eyes.

"Come on Misty I think we need to have a chat." She followed him obediently out to the garden and sat next to him on a bench. "So your mother is worried about how you keep sneaking off."

"I know but I'm not doing anything bad honest."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"If it's not bad why would I have a reason to?"She smiled

"I have friends outside the palace."

"Oh do you? And who are they?"

"Two boys, Brock and Ash." He raised his eyebrows at her and she blushed. "I met them a long time ago Grandpa and they're my best friends."

"Do they know you're Princess Misty?"

"Doesn't everyone know who I am?" He looked at her for what seemed like a long time.

"Have you ever told them you're a Princess? Flat out told them who you are and where you live?" She thought about it or a moment and shrugged.

"I don't know I don't remember why?" He smiled.

"It doesn't matter, go have fun with your friends, be careful I'll deal with your mother." Her eyes brightened.

"Really? Thank you Grandpa!" She exclaimed and gave him a huge hug before running off towards the meeting spot. He shook his head. Children were so innocent. They deserved to enjoy it while they could.

Misty raced through the woods doing her best to make up for the time she had lost talking to her Grandfather. She didn't want to waste any of the time that they had together. When she finally got to the meeting place Brock was sitting there alone. She wasn't surprised Ash was always late. "Hey Brock." She greeted warmly taking a seat next to him.

"Hey glade you're finally here, let's get going."

"Don't we have to wait for Ash?" She questioned getting up and following him anyway.

"That's where we're going, to see him."

"Why where is he?"

"Home sick. My mom and I made this soup for him so he'd feel better." She smiled she used to think it was funny that Brock cooked with him Mom, but she couldn't imagine Brock out of the kitchen now.

"How far is it?"

"Not too bad, you'll be home before dark." She gave him a questioning look and he continued. "My Mom told me to make sure to get you back to your house." Misty smiled.

"That's sweet but the meeting place is fine, It's not too far at all." Brock shrugged

"Whatever you want." They small-talked the whole way. They were good friends but they never were together without Ash so something felt different, missing, between the two of them. When they go to Pallet Town Brock looked around like he was trying to remember something. Misty just stared at it. Everything looked the same, how on Earth could you find anyone here? Still the houses were far set from one another and Brock set off after only looking around briefly. Misty followed obediently paying very close attention so that she could find her way again if she needed to.

They made it to Ash's house without a hitch and Misty was impressed with Brock's navigation skills. He walked right through the white fence and started for the stairs. Misty smiled the house was so cute, and cozy, completely unlike the giant palace she called home. For a moment she found herself completely jealous. Ash was luckier than he could ever know.

Brock knocked on the door and knocked Misty out of her trance. A woman she assumed was Ash's maid answered the door. She had a kind face, big Chocolate eyes, a warm smile, and long brown hair. Suddenly Misty realized this had to be Ash's mom and she felt so embarrassed that she could have imagined otherwise for a moment. The woman smiled lovingly at Brock as she hugged him. "Why Brock it's so nice to see you! Bringing Ash soup when he's sick, that's so thoughtful." Then her eyes moved to Misty and her smile grew. "And this lovely girl must be Misty." Misty Nodded shyly as the woman approached her. She was more surprised when she hugged her too. "I'm Ash's Mom Mrs. Ketchum, but you can call me Delia okay?" Misty smiled feeling more comfortable. "It's so nice to see how close the three of you are. But come in I'm sure Ash will be so excited to see you both!"

They were ushered into the cozy home and Delia instructed Brock to go ahead to Ash's room leaving Misty following again. From the moment she entered the home she loved it there, she felt a kind of warmth that she knew she could never get at her own home- a kind of closeness. When Brock got them to Ash's room he knocked on the door and walked in before Ash had even answered.

Ash was lying in his bed his face was red and somehow paler looking than usual at the same time. Misty immediately felt bad, she'd never seen anyone sick before. His room was simple but so clearly Ash. There were Pokémon books everywhere Pokémon toys lying around and even some home-made Pokémon stuffed animals, that must have been Delia's handy-work.

Ash opened his eyes slowing blinking until he saw them. "Hey guys whatcha doing here?" He questioned uncertainly.

"We came to bring you soup, and to hang out it's our day remember?" Brock said happily setting his soup next to his sick friend. Misty nodded in agreement as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"Your home is so nice Ash."

"Yeah… I like it here."

"I would love to live here." Brock laughed.

"My family would never fit in here!"

"Not all of us have a million brothers and sisters like you!" They all laughed and Delia peaked her head in.

"Ash honey I'm going to go ahead and heat this soup up for you okay?"

"Sure sounds great Mom I'm starving." She rolled her eyes as she disappeared again. Leaving the giggling kids behind.

An hour or so later Brock excused himself for a moment to do something he was very nonspecific of what exactly he was doing but the other two shrugged it off. Misty looked at Ash hard. There was something about his being sick that made her sad or scared? He noticed and gave her a questioning look. "What?"

"Oh I don't know I guess I feel bad that you're sick is all."

"The Tuff Misty has a soft spot wow." She glared

"Don't worry as soon as you're better I'll be back to normal!" She exclaimed. The boy looked at her again and cocked his head to the side as he asked

"Why do you always have to be so tuff?" She was taken aback by his question

"Wha-?" She started before he interjected again.

"You know it's okay to be yourself with me and Brock right? We're your friends we like you for you, you know, not just tuff guy Misty." She blushed

"Thanks."

"I mean it Mist. It's like me see? Even when I'm sick I'm still Ash." They both laughed and she felt this weird sensation. The eight year old looked at her dumb best friend and for just a moment part of her knew that as long as he was there it didn't matter how much her Aunt, Berry and Ivey hated her, how everyone expected her to be a certain kind of person as a Princess, here was a boy that would her best friend no matter what. She leaned over and hugged him and he hugged her back.

xXx

Ash looked at the fifteen year old Misty in his arms. She'd grown up so much from the girl her found crying on the river. Someone that comforted him like maybe she'd become that Princess he had convinced himself she always had truly been. "Come on Misty you can sleep in my room tonight and then we'll figure something out in the morning."

"No, I-I can't take your bed from you too please, I'll sleep on the sofa."

"I can't let the Princess sleep on the sofa." She looked into his eyes again but this time with hurt.

"Ash, you really think that's me don't you?" He looked away. He eyes made his whole body hurt somehow. She broke away and backed away from him so she was a few feet away. "Ash" She started, but he was still staring at the wall. "Ash look at me." As he lifted his head a door flew open from upstairs and familiar steps approached.

"Ash Ketchum what is with all this noise in the middle-" Delia stopped when she saw the red haired girl standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Misty?" She questioned practically racing down the stairs to embrace the girl. Misty's face grew brighter.

"Hi Delia-"

"Oh Honey what are you doing here in the middle of the night? Does your family know where you are dear?" She looked into the woman's kind face and felt so much better. "Ash were you planning on telling me we had a guest?"

"Not until morning." He grumbled unsure as to how on Earth this was his mother's reaction to seeing the Princess appear in her living room in the middle of the night. Delia rolled her eyes at her son and hugged Misty close again.

"So Dear does anyone know you're here?"

"No, not if I'm lucky." Delia looked at her with an incredible amount of concern. "Delia would it be okay if I stay the night?"

"Misty you are always welcome in our home; you know that."

"Which I practically said…" Claimed from the steps. If he hadn't been so annoyed at what was happening this would be rather amusing.

"Thank you I promise I'll explain everything I just needed a place to stay for a night."

"You are free to stay as long as you need Honey." She said finally releasing her but still holding her at arm's length. "My it's been a long time; you're quit grown up now Misty. How long has it been?"

"Two Years." Delia looked disapprovingly at Ash silently scolding him for the time that had occurred in-between visits. "Ash Honey why don't you get some sheets and camp out on the sofa tonight."

"See." He retorted to Misty who sighed.

"Really Delia that's kind but unnecessary I can sleep on the sofa."

"Nonsense you're our guest. Ash?"

"I was telling her that but she never listens to me."

"Go sweetheart." Delia ordered while leading Misty up the stairs. She glanced around as she was being led up to Ash's room. Everything still looked the same, just like she'd silently hoped it would be.

Misty finally was left alone in Ash's room for the night as she took a deep breath as she pulled night cloths out of her tiny black sack. She changed and climbed into the bed. It felt off to be sleeping in Ash's bed, but she shook the feeling off and closed her eyes. She was going to need her sleep.

Ash fixed his sofa bed quickly and plopped onto it with a sigh, how could she just show up like that? How could she think that was okay? He kept hearing her words play over and over in her head. She was convinced her cousin was going to kill her.

He vaguely remembered times when she was bruised and scratched up and blamed some cousin of hers but she had never been concerned about it so he and Brock had never really questioned the whole thing. Now he somewhat regretted that. He hated that she had hide that she was a Princess from him and Brock, but he never wanted anything bad to happen he just had to get away from her because she loved him once, when they were younger and she couldn't love him and be a queen.

He'd known that if they'd stayed friends it's what she might have wanted, she might have kept dreaming it could be the two of them ruling together, but he had bigger dreams, and they didn't include all the stupid crap that came with being the Queen's right hand man.

Or worse she might have given it up for him, and he would have never forgiven himself if she did that. She needed to be queen. She was the perfect type of person… well if she hadn't lied about her personality too…

Ash forced his eyes closed. He needed to get some sleep, he had a nagging feeling he was going to need it…

Well here it is chapter 2…

I really like this story and don't worry Pikachu will make a grand entrance next chapter I just wanted to show how this Ash got Pikachu before we saw him.

Anyway I love reviews and if you have any thoughts go ahead and give them. I apologize for any errors I try really hard to make sure I correct my spelling and grammar issues but my auditory dyslexia makes it really hard. I apologize if it takes away from the story…

Oh and I don't own Pokémon. If I did I would be rich and busy at cool and awesome parties and Misty would have made a permanent reappearance and Ash would still have his hat ;)

Also the series would have been different just saying…

ANYWAY

I'll try to update soon, but I'm very bad at that so I apologize in advance.

Happy Reading! :~)