this fanfic cannot be stopped. do you know why that is? well, a
while back you began rotating something. this fanfic is a funny kind
of guy, and gets its jollies from being rotated. this fanfic will
follow you around from spinny thing to spinny thing, so that someday
you will marry it and spin together forever. yes. it is true.

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pokememime
part iv - an insulting yet benevolent god

by adam and malkuth

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Through a thankfully well-placed scene change, the day finally came
to a close. It went quickly, it went slowly... Misty actually didn't
know how it went, since she spent most of her time hiding in the
bathroom. Whenever she thought about what might be going on
elsewhere in the house, she could no longer halt her urge to purge.
Therefore, she decided to cut to the chase and just take up residence
in the Ketchums' upstairs bath. Ash had come in to complain, but
after staring at him with a face pea green, he backed down. Pikachu
had come by a couple times to check on her; it had patted her
shoulder in sympathy. Misty did think it was rather pathetic that
the only other being who seemed to understand the insanity of the
house was an electric rat with a ketchup fetish. Or rather, she
tried not to think about that either, as it made her head hurt. Why
oh why did -this- particular loser have to steal her bike? How come
hot guys never broke her things, causing her to have to stalk-- er,
become their companions? Why instead was it a boy who couldn't buy a
clue and another who couldn't buy a date?

"Damn it!" she burst, pounding the wall and managing to get the
toilet paper roll to fall off its holder.

"Uh, Misty, are you all right?" Ash, through the door.

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine. Just about ready for shuffleboard and
poolside entertainment. And that's why I'm reading old half-eaten
issues of Nintendo Power and Better Homes and Gardens in your
bathroom instead of doing something useful like beating you, you
idiot!"

"Augh," Ash emoted. "You've been in the bathroom for so long... I
was hoping you didn't have stomach flu."

"Why don't you ask your mom," she said bitterly.

"Okay," he said, a smile in his voice. "She'll know what to do!"
His footsteps became softer, moving away.

Pikachu and Misty exchanged a look, and the pokemon scampered after
him. If Ash were to see... -anything-, it would destroy him. And
while the boy was annoying as anything, she didn't hate him that
much. Yet.

"Hey," came another knock at the door.

"Geez, you'd think the bathroom would be a place you could get some
privacy," she muttered, knowing full well who it was and why. Not
that there was much choice by process of elimination... Brock's
pervy tendencies and mothering instincts had warred for the better
part of the afternoon, and finally, Momma Brock had won out. Somehow
finding edible food (as defined by Not Party Pizza), he'd taken it
upon himself to nurse her back to health. While he didn't seem to be
hitting the root of the problem -- she hadn't noticed any police
arriving to arrest the sodomites downstairs -- he had come by several
times to make sure she had water and food to eat. It was sweet, in a
disturbing sort of way; while they'd traveled together long enough
that she'd grown used to the pink apron, he still hadn't seemed to
have retrieved his pants. There was only so much brown ass one
wanted to look at per day, and she had more than reached her quota.

"Did you catch Ash?" she said, sighing and preparing for the next
wave of dry heaves.

"Ah, no need," Brock said cheerily. "Apparently somebody called, and
when Mrs. Ketchum went to answer the phone, Mimey ran. We couldn't
find him anywhere in the house, and since it was so dark outside, we
decided to call off the search until tomorrow. It's scared and
tired, it shouldn't go far."

"I'm scared and tired," Misty said hotly. "I'd be getting as far
away from this hole as possible."

"Ahahaha," Brock laughed. He didn't really seem to get it, or else
he just didn't care. "Either way, I think it'll be okay. It
shouldn't take too long for us to find him tomorrow."

"Back up. What do you mean 'us find him'? I never want to see that
thing again!" Her eyes narrowed, looking vitriolic. "What did you
do?"

The teen had the decency to sweatdrop, though Misty knew it only
meant ruin for her. "She promised me a reward. She said she'd give
me something 'special', and then she let me cook dinner. I think
it's love," he grinned, eyes hearts.

"I hate you all," Misty said, rinsing her mouth and standing. "I
need to make sure that Togepi hasn't been permanently scarred. I
know that I have."

"It should still be over in the other room," Brock said helpfully.
"I think it went to sleep without anyone to fawn over it. Ash has
been busy organizing his pokemon cards and shining his badges."

What a loser. Sighing, she ushered Brock out of the bathroom, and
moved to follow him back to Ash's room. She looked at his apron. On
second thought, she would go first.

The pair returned to the room, neither noticing the brown paper
envelope sitting innocuously next to the pile of Better Homes and
Nintendo Games.

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Mrs. Ketchum had managed to make it back to her bedroom and get
dressed again. She was so tired. Who would have thought that black
little body would have so much power? Power she had unleashed and she
thought he had given into the passion willingly. Suddenly she
realized the last statement was something of an oxymoron. Well,
whatever. She knew he had liked it. He must have. Where on earth
could the little mime had run to?

Without being aware of it she had begun to cry. "Oh Mimey. Come back
to me. We have been together for so long. I should not have let your
passion overtake me. I should have been strong against your
advances." At least Brock had agreed to help her (for a price). But
no price was too high for Mimey. She sat on her bed, thoughts filled
of mime and how they had not shared a real bed yet. Just the hallway
and the kitchen...

Like mother like son, and eventually a thought came into Mrs.
Ketchum's head. "Wait a minute. Mimey is only a pokemon and there are
PLENTY of those around. Hmmm." Immediately she began to cheer up. A
small smile played across her lips.

"They do say you have to catch them all." By now, Mrs. Ketchum was
wearing a huge grin on her face and a plan was forming (very slowly).
Ash had tons of pokemon to go around. The thought of most of them
sent a shudder of anticipated pleasure down her spine. In her most
tragic moment of mime loss there was a ray of hope. "I will become
the greatest pokemon fucker of all time! I will have them all!"

Mrs. Ketchum had forgotten about being a mother and a widow. She was
getting her groove back, God damn it. She would have Mimey again and
many, many others.

"Uh, Mom? You okay?" Ash stood in the doorway watching his mother's
sad yet determined face.

"Yes Ash. Everything will be fine. I have to believe it will."

"Don't worry Mom, we'll get Mr. Mime back for you. I know how much he
helps you clean old dusty things that haven't been used in years. I
didn't know he did laundry though."

"Oh yes. Mr. Mime is the best. Absolutely the best." A renegade tear
ran down her cheek.

"Mom, don't be so sad. I am here for you." Ash hugged his mom.

"Yes, Mimey-- uh I mean Ash. My son yes, I know." His mom looked
lovingly at him. Ash took a step back.

"By the way, Misty said to ask you if she has the stomach flu." Ash
once again had resumed his blank expression.

"We can always go check on her, she is in your room, right?" Mrs.
Ketchum followed Ash down the hallway to his room.

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Somewhere, a Mr. Mime was crying.

It wasn't Mimey; it could have been that other Mr. Mime held by that
sadist Pokemon Circus girl. So it doesn't really have anything to do
with this story.

...or does it?

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to be continued....!!!!

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Next: Mimey is gone, and Delia Ketchum prepares to begin her quest.
There's a bit with Team Rocket as well. What dangers lie for Misty,
now that Togepi has decided to possess her in body as well as soul?
Will Brock ever put on pants? Probably not. Love to our fans! Keep
spinning that spinny thing! Viva la revolution! Viva le mime!