RANT, DON'T MATTER: Hey, kiddos. I'm back and better than ever. Okay, not exactly better than ever, but I'm here. This really doesn't matter. Why are you reading this? Oh my effing GAWD, I'm on chapter ten, guys! Chapter ten! I'm going to finish this thing!
I feel emotional. We read "Of Mice and Men" in English. It made me very emotional. Didn't cry though, I'm such a guy. God, why do I always love the ones that…you know what, read the book and watch Lennie. Go read, it's a good freaking book!
HEY! If you find long paragraphs hard to read on the web copy and paste it to a Word document, then edit it to a readable font. That's what I do. Jut letting you know because I've got some important stuff in the long ones.
Chapter 10 (In honor of it being chapter ten, I'm going to name it!) BETRAYAL
It was amazing how no one noticed they were gone. No one. Their pokenavs were on. They got service. May was told by her pokenav company through a text message that her minute were up, and she'd have to purchase new ones. She did this by logging on to the internet and paying with her 'pokenav credit card' she was supposed to use whenever this happened. It wasn't like it was a short amount of time. One week, two weeks, maybe even three weeks without a call or a contest or any form of contact with the outside world. Drew was a celebrity. The Cerulean Gym was closed. There was not a thing on the news. They'd gone missing for three weeks. Three weeks, and not a single red flag had gone up. Well, that certainly made them feel important.
Actually, it didn't make them feel anything. After all that time, they'd gone numb. Day in and day out, staying emotionless, feeling like slaves. That's what they were, weren't they? Slaves? They catered to the children's every whim. They obeyed without question. They thanked every god they could think of that the two of them were reasonable, and would listen to the suggestions they put out. The children looked at them as more of a nuisance than caretakers.
The two of them got along brilliantly as well. Ash followed her like a lovesick puppy, giving her a kiss on the cheek every now and then. She, in return, regarded him as her best friend, the first boy who had actually looked at her with favor instead of disgust.
As for May and Drew's relationship, they weren't faring well in the romance department. That was okay. They may not have acted like two teens playing the flirtatious dance anymore, but that didn't mean that all conversation had come to a halt. In fact, the two of them were quite a bit happier without the flirting. They were more than crushes now. They weren't lovers, but they were close. They were friends. When Ash and Kay Kay settled down two watch a movie, or read stories out loud to one another (Ash was discovered to be a slow reader, but quick to memorize his favorite lines and shout them out whenever he managed to stumble across them) May and Drew would stand back from their charges and talk. Not anything important, just chit chat. It'd be about what movies they liked, if they liked to read, what books they liked to read, their favorite colors, what they liked to do in their spare time, personality quiz type of questions. In fact, May was starting to feel like she knew Drew better than herself. Drew was merely surprised he remembered enough to be able to hold a reasonable conversation with her.
"Hey, Sato," Kay Kay said sleepily, resting her head on Ash's shoulder. She rarely used the nickname for him. It was really only when she wasn't exactly herself, like when they'd gotten a sugar high, or whenever she was too tired to think clear. He blushed at the book in his hands. It seemed he was wearing a permanent blush these days. He had had one since the second the book was in his hands, he dreaded reading out loud. "Is reading hard?"
"I think it is," he blushed. "I don't like words. They all look so alike! Sometimes it's hard to tell an a from an o and you have to sound out all the words. You're really good at that. How come?" he turned to her.
"I don't know. It's easy for some kids and hard for others. You'll get it with practice," she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. "We never go outside, and still you smell like trees. How do you do that? Don't answer, Sato. It's another rhetorical question." She sighed and pulled back, curling up under her covers and holding the sheets to her chin. "If you don't want to read, could you make up a story for me?"
"Why do you want me to make up a story, Mist?" He asked.
She gave a small smile and let her eyes close. "Have I ever told you how much I love it when you call me that? I don't think I have." She was silent for a minute. "I like to hear your voice. It's soothing. It'll sound good when it changes. It'll be deep and vibrating and all that kind of stuff. I love that. My daddy has your kind of voice. Tell me a story, Sato. Please? Then we'll both go to sleep." She rolled her eyes up to his. He put the book to his side.
"Once upon a time," he began, "in a kingdom far away. There was a boy. The boy…he looked like me. 'Cept he was older. He was ten. He was old enough to go on his very own pokémon journey, and he wanted a pokémon really bad. He wanted one so bad, he couldn't even sleep at night," he was excited, but his voice was clam and even. "In fact, he was so tired from staying up so late, that he overslept. No! He didn't oversleep. He broke his alarm clock. Yeah, that's it."
"Hmm," Kay Kay murmured. "I feel like I've head this one before. Not that, I mean, I know I haven't heard it but. It's…it's déjà vu," She said, snuggling deeper under the covers. She looked at the edge of her bed, where May and Drew had fallen asleep a foot or two away from one another. "The big kids are asleep, keep going. We've got time to waste. Bet you that you fall asleep before me, Sato. You look tired."
He grinned, "I'll take that. You look and sound a lot more tired than I am. Now, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Well, since the kid was so late, he couldn't get any of the normal starter pokémon from Professor…Oak? Yeah, Oak. Well, he begged and begged and got a Pikachu. The Pikachu didn't like him very much at the beginning. In fact, she shocked him so much he had to get rubber gloves that were pink and girly to keep him from getting zapped."
"She? How did he know it was a girl Pikachu? Was it from the little dent in her tail? That's how you tell, isn't it?" She murmured, not really asking, but trying to remember. "I'm not very good with electric pokémon. I should get better, considering water pokémon have a huge disadvantage to them."
"No, she didn't. She told him. See, she hadn't become a teenager yet. She was just a kid. Pikachu's don't get that dent in their tail until they start looking for a boy Pikachu. Every dent is different," he explained. He blinked. "How'd I know that?" He whispered to low for her to hear.
"It's like boobs," Misty said coolly. "Girls don't get them until they're looking for a guy, and they come in all sorts of sizes. My sister's getting hers. She's really excited about it. I don't know why. I think all three of them are getting them actually. The boys really don't seem to notice. They're looking at the girl's that already got them. Daisy says it doesn't matter, because all of us will eventually grow up pretty. We're just late bloomers."
"What's boobs?" Ash asked innocently.
"…keep telling the story, Ash. I'll explain it later on. Maybe if you get the okay from your mom. Now, hurry. I want to hear all about Mr. Pokémon Master. He sounds kind of stupid. Was he stupid, Ash?" She asked, starting to settle in a bit.
"At the beginning, a bit. See, what happened at the beginning was…" And Ash began to tell her about something that felt like a distant memory. About a boy who looked like him, and a girl that looked like her, and a tall dark skinned boy and a tall light skinned boy and about Team Rocket with a talking Meowth. And he talked for hours and hours, surprised that Misty –no, Kay Kay, he corrected himself– was able to fill in one of the blanks, and finish his sentences in the exact way he was planning on telling the story. "…and then…then the girl had to go back to her gym. But she gave him a handkerchief."
"A handkerchief?" She asked. Her words were so sleepy and tired her could barely understand her. Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. Kay Kay wanted to sleep so badly, but this was a contest and she couldn't let him win, no matter how calming that calm voice was. No matter how much she felt the need to cuddle up against his chest and feel it vibrate against her skin. "She must've liked him then. That's what a girl does when she likes a guy."
"If she did then the guy didn't know it," Ash said, watching her eyes slide closed. "Is that really what it means?"
"Yeah," she said, not really caring. "Tell me what happens next."
"He finds new people and goes on adventures with them, but never really loses touch with the girl. They stay best friends forever and ever. He goes on journeys all over, and sometimes she visits. She doesn't care that he travels with other girls, because she doesn't think that he'll ever get a new best friend. And he won't. She was the best friend a guy could have, aside from Pikachu and Brock, of course. But she was kind of different. He made her feel kind of weird."
"It sounds like he was in love with her, and she was jealous, she just didn't want to make him sad so she was quiet about it," she slurred. He was quiet for a minute, humming an old lullaby. Kay Kay was asleep before he answered.
"You think they were in love?" he asked. He waited, but she didn't answer. "Mist? Kay Kay? Are you awake?" He looked at her. Her chest rose and fell smoothly, calmly. It was even. He cocked his head to the side and looked down at her. "You'll be pretty one day too, Mist. Just like your sisters. Ugly ducks always turn into swans, right? That's how things work. How they should work," he swore. Ash pulled the band out of her hair and let it lay against the pillow. It tangled in the rubber band if she didn't take it out, and she would complain. Now, how'd he know that?
He stared at her lips. It was so weird. He'd seen girls before, lots of girls. Kissing was gross, really. He knew that. It was only okay if you had kids or were married. But…he felt like he wanted to kiss her goodnight. Not just that, he felt achy. It was almost as if he'd wanted to do this so many times, but had never been able to. But that was impossible. He'd never done that kind of thing with a girl before, and certainly not with Misty. Kay Kay! It was Kay Kay that he meant. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. It made his stomach twist in a pleasant way and his heart speed up with excitement. He pulled away.
"Goodnight, Misty," he whispered. "I know you can't hear me, but I think I've met you before. I think I used to love you," he paused reflectively. (Yeah, I know, Ash and reflective in the same sentence, hahaha. I get it. Not trying to be funny here…) "In fact, I think that story I told was about us. Wouldn't that be weird?" He shook his head, feeling seven again. He was being stupid. "It's stupid. I'm being stupid. Goodnight, Kay Kay."
The scene was adorable. Absolutely adorable.
Unown A hovered over their bed, unseen and unnoticed. She glared down. I was starting to like you as a little kid, Ash Ketchum. You just had to start growing up, didn't you? You had to tell that story. She flew in a circle down to him, close to his already sleeping face. You fall asleep so fast. Had to grow up fast too. I really do hate hurting my host. Misty was so sweet as to open that little box for me. Here I am, completely betraying her. Sad, really. I should feel much worse about my actions. Unfortunately, I seem unable to feel such compassion towards you.
She flew close to Kay Kay's face, sighing. Well, your husband is going to betray you, dear. Not on purpose, in fact, not at all. You've always believed my word over his. Why are you so eager to shove him away? A fear of commitment? A fear of love? Ah, it doesn't matter any how. He's going to break that heart of yours once again. I might feel bad. Not for you, but him. Oh, the look on his face when you'll yell at him. I can't decide whether to relish it or cry. Crying seems rather appropriate. It might make me a bit more believable. Sympathetic to your problems. She mused on how to break the news to her. "So sad, Kay Kay, but it had to be done. I'm sorry you had to find out this way. On another note entirely, want to take over the world?" Actually, that might work. I wouldn't be surprised if it did. Children are much easier to manipulate, especially if you're a superior kind of figure.
"What's happening?" May garbled, starting to wake up at the sound of Unown A's voice.
Dammit. I try to be a Mew damned evil villain and what happens? The girl wakes up and ruins my rant. A villain can't get a freaking break around here, can she? No. Of course not. She flew over to May and hovered over her head. I f---ing hate you! Why do you have to ruin everything? Unown A ran off in a huff leaving May a bit confused, trying to remember what exactly she had heard Unown A say to the sleeping kids.
She crawled over to Drew and shook him, moaning his name more than speaking it. "Drew, get up. Get up, Drew. One of us is getting the couch tonight. I think Unown A is planning on doing something to change the situation. I think we're going to end up in an even worse situation."
"She turning you into a kid?" He asked drowsily, yawning and rubbing his eyes. "If you turn into a kid, I'm not taking care of you three. I'll kill myself, I swear. If I see a little brunette running around soon I'm stabbing the giant blue monster in the pool with a fork and leaping into its mouth."
"No, she's going to mess with Ash and Kay Kay. We're going to just be helpless bystanders. Do you think we should try and convince them she's lying, or just lay back and let it happen? I think we should try, just in case we succeed."
"She's messing with…?" he said thoughtfully. His face broke into a very un-Drew-ish smile. "Really? We're completely and totally screwed? Things are going to get worse? Well, I bet Ash and Misty won't need us then. Won't that be fantastic?"
"Drew! That's not fantastic at all! That's horrible! That's completely horrible! We…we're in tremendous trouble and all you can think about is the fact that you don't have as much responsibility as before! I like that idea too, except for that little fact that it's because Unown A is going to take over the world! We're going to be laves to her whim! Humans are going to be the lowest creatures on earth! Oh, Suicune and Raiku! I couldn't stand to be in a pokéball!"
Drew continued to smile lazily. "Wow. No more taking care of the kids. No more keeping Ash from walking into doors and drowning in the bathtub. No more taking care of some kid it wasn't even my fault for. Sure, we'll be slaves, but we'll probably be more free than we were before. Our whole families will be slaves. Oh yes! My sister is going to be a slave. I hope they put her in a dress. In a pink dress. Oh, better, they make her a pole dancer for fat, old, ugly guys."
"Drew! I'm trying to be serious here!" May snapped, keeping her voice low so as not to wake the slumbering kids. Drew got up in her face and gave a devilish smile. "What the hell is wrong with you! I told you no more flirting! This is a serious and dangerous situation! We have to be adults! We have to be serious! We have to…to…you know! Stop being so immature! Go get to the screwed couch and think about how screwed we are."
"Hey, we're totally screwed starting tomorrow. We won't have to be adults anymore. We can do all kinds of awesome stuff," he kissed her nose, making her flush. "Your favorite food is Ramen noodles, the pink bag kind. Your favorite color is mauve for some reason you can't understand. You've always wondered what you parent's reaction would've been if you did something completely and totally rebellious, but you're too scared to try anything."
"Drew…I…what does that have to do with anything! You're so random! I told you no flirting! We still have to be adults you know! No matter what happens we have to be serious!" She gasped, falling away from him, embarrassed and confused.
"No. No we don't. Isn't it wonderful? We've gotten to know each other wonderfully. Our friendship is going wonderfully. The fact that we're screwed isn't so wonderful but I never really had any hope to start with, so it doesn't matter to me!" He laughed. "Oh, Mew, I've gone insane. But, frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
"What has gotten into you, you psychopath?"
"The spirit of Christmas!" He laughed, beginning to wonder down the hallway, humming The Cinderella Waltz under his breath. "So this is love, m-m-m-m, so this is love. So this is what makes life, divine. I'm all aglow, m-m-m-m, and now I know. The key to all heaven is mine…"
It took a few minutes for May to finally hiss. "It's not freaking Christmas!" Then in a softer surprised tone. "How do you even know all the words to that stupid song? Those two never even made you watch Cinderella!"
"My heart had wings, m-m-m-m, And I can fly. I'll touch ev'ry star in the sky. So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of, m-m-m-m-m, m-m-m-m-m, so this is love…" May sang quietly under her breath. She spun lightly and continued down the hall. She had no idea where Kay Kay had gone off too. She should have been much more worried. In fact, she should've been in a panic, knowing that at that very moment, Unown A could've been persuading Kay Kay to beat them all to death with that mallet of hers. For some reason, though, she felt bubbly. Her mind kept drifting off, as sad as it was, to that simple kiss on her nose.
She'd never…no guy had ever kissed her before. She didn't care how stupid it seemed. She was high on life. She let herself daydream. What if Drew had aimed lower? What if he had actually kissed her lips? She gave a giddy giggle and spun again, still singing the sappy love song. She wanted to be Cinderella, and he was her night in shining armor. She didn't care if it was a romantic cliché. Let the other girls make fun of her. She thought of love more than lust. Was it her fault she was innocent? Truly innocent, not fake innocent. Not the kind of 'I'm a good person' where they read romance novels and said they were love stories.
She knew all about those. They were smut, not love. It was word porn. If guys weren't allowed to watch it, girls shouldn't be able to read about it. People described it so amazingly you might as well have seen it. There was no difference, really.
The song switched without her even realizing it. "L, is for the way you look, at me. O, is for the only one I see. V, is very very, extraordinary. E is…" she continued to sing without breaking, "I don't know the words and love, is all that I can give to you…" She sang and danced, a stupid smile plastered on her face all the while. She was a lovesick poochyena, and she didn't care. In fact, when she crashed into Drew a few seconds later, all she could do was wave dizzily, giggle a ditzy "Hi, Drew" and keep walking down the hallway.
"Damn," Drew laughed. "If I had known all it would take for me to get her that crazy I would've done that ages ago." He leaned casually against the wall as Unown A flew by "Good morning, Sunshine. How's the plot to take over the world going?"
Fantastic. I'm about to destroy the two lovebirds. What are you planning on doing to stop me? She said, almost nervously. She flew close to his face and glared. Well? What? Are you going to try and convince them that I'm lying?
"Nope," he shrugged. "I'm not going to do a single thing about it Go ahead, screw us over. I don't give a damn, Unown A. You're going to take over the world. I've accepted my fate. Why, are you looking for a challenge, then? It seems like you are."
No! Of course I'm not! I don't want a challenge! It doesn't matter though. Even if you did challenge me you wouldn't win! You can't win! I'm better than you? Do you know that? I'm twenty times better than you! You'll never win! You…you just wait! You're going to be my slave.
"Yes, yes I am," Drew agreed calmly "I told you, I've accepted it. You're going to win. Sometimes that's all you can do, right?"
No! You're supposed to go down screaming. You're supposed to fight and scream and go down as hard as you can! You're not supposed to roll over like some kind of submissive creatures! You're supposed to have dignity and fight your way down. Well? Fight! Fight!
"I told you, I'm not going to fight anymore."
Why not?
"It's not worth it! I'm not going to fight!"
Don't be a pansy ass! Fight me, dammit! Where's May? Show me to your little girlfriend! I'll tell her what's going on! She'll fight me! She's not some sort of weakling like you are! She has some self respect left! Not to mention hope!
"Actually, she's done too. Both of us have figured out that we lost. Shouldn't you be happy? You've won. Just move the final piece and get the stupid check mate. We're waiting for it. Once this is all over and the new world order is established, we can get back to living. Not a normal life anymore, but it will be eventually. You'll probably get knocked off your pedestal eventually. In, I don't know, three hundred years."
Are you planning something? She asked suspiciously. You are, aren't you? Well you won't get away with it! I'll stop anything you plan! I'm twenty times better than you'll ever be you stupid human boy! I'm Unown A. I'm incredible! I'm fantastic! I'm unbeatable.
"Uh, okay then," Drew said uncertainly. "You're the best. I won't argue that. I don't care. Listen, I'm not planning anything. Sometimes you actually win. Sometimes you manage to break a person's spirit and they wind up like this. Pathetic and putting no effort into fighting you. Maybe later on you'll screw up and we'll get our fighting spirit back, but until then, you're safe on your high horse. Don't screw up. I wish you the best of luck with your little plot," he nodded at her and walked away.
You can't walk away from me! You have to stay and listen! You have to pay attention to me! I'm not someone to be ignored! You listen to me! She screamed. He continued to walk away. She screamed and erratically flew through the air, little bursts of power starting to fly off. It's not fair! I won! I won! Why aren't you sad? Why won't you pay attention to me? You look at me! You look at me! I'm not just one of a million Unown! I'm not! I'm better than them!
Drew held his arm up in the air and let it drop as he walked away.
Unown A felt her eye burn. The floor shaded a different color. Slowly, more and more droplets of the floor started shading. She was confused. What was happening? Why did she feel nauseous? This was strange, very strange. She needed to find the two kids. Immediately. Now was the time to put her plan into action. Seeing someone cry would make her feel better, make this strange ache stop.
Anything to make it stop.
Kay Kay's eyes were closed as she stood in the shower, her head rolled back as the hot water pounded her front. She hadn't unplugged the tub right. As she shower the tub filled with water, it was always tricked like that. She'd have to stop the shower soon. The water might overflow. It'd be one interesting hot tub. Huh, I should ask Unown A for a hot tub, she thought peacefully. She rolled her shoulders back and sighed. There was something about a hot shower that nothing in the world could replace. "Unown A, come here. I need to ask for something. I want a hot tub. I want to go outside, too."
Kay Kay, it's a good thing you called. I've been searching for you.
"I thought you always knew where I was. You're psychic, aren't you? Isn't it your ability to be able to read my thoughts and find me no matter where I am?" She asked, rolling her head on her shoulders. "Can I have a hot tub?"
Yes, yes, but there's something important I need to tell you.
"Unless it's about me going outside, I really don't want to hear it. I want to play touch football with Ash."
Yes, Ash, that's exactly what I needed to talk to you about. Kay Kay, Ash isn't who you think he is. He's actually Ash, the kid who first came here. Do you remember him? It's all a lie. Ash isn't who you think he is. I'm sorry to tell you but-
"I'm sorry?" She asked, turning off the shower and stumbling out for a towel. Three older sisters and one bathroom with a shower had really taken away all shame of nudity. Not to mention all the bathhouses her parents took her to. "I wasn't listening. Were you saying something?"
Yes! She said exasperated. I was saying something very important! Nobody ahs been paying any attention to me at all lately! Everyone has been ignoring me Kay Kay, it's horrible! It's as if I don't even matter. It's like I'm exactly like all the other idiots in the box with me! You know I'm not. You know I'm better than all of them combined! I'm the intelligent one, the leader, the planner, the all knowing one. Don't you think?
"Uh, I guess," Kay Kay shrugged.
You guess? You used to agree with me fully on this! You knew exactly how I felt about being trapped with all those numbskulls in that damned box! You told me that you understood what I was going through! You told me that…She trailed off. Kay Kay stared up at her with puzzled eyes.
"I don't remember saying any of that. When did that happen?"
When you first opened the box! When I was asking you to take all of us Unown on even after what we did! Remember? You were uncertain? She asked. Kay Kay still said nothing, just stared. What happened? You used to understand! You said…oh.
"What'd I say?" Kay Kay asked. "You're being really confusing you know. I don't remember anything you're talking about! Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something a while ago? One of us must've done something to screw up our memories and it definitely wasn't me," she giggled. "You're really funny, Unown A. You'd be a great mom, you know that? You're acting like a great mom while my parents are off."
Yeah…a great parent, she mumbled as Kay Kay pulled on her clothes and walked out the door. A parent. That's what I am, is it? Why would you think of me as a friend. It's one thing when you're a teen, but you're a kid now. You need kid friends. She whispered. She hardened her emotions. You're not going to have any soon Kay Kay. You and Ash are over an done. Stupid girl. You think you've got your perfect life. You don't! Not at all.
Well, you sound a bit confused, Sweetheart, Unown W purred behind her. She just and skittered away, glaring at him. It was only a matter of time before it happened. You've finally grown a heart. Maybe soon you'll be able to think about others before yourself. Wouldn't that be a delightful change from your typical self-centered attitude?
Self-centered? She gasped. I am anything but self-centered. I jut want credit where credit is due, is all. All my life I've never been looked at as anything more than Unown A. It's not even a real name! It's just a description of what I am! We're not anything, Grandfather! We're nothing but pawns! I don't understand why you all don't see it! We do nothing but serve. We are slaves, and the tyranny of man will finally come to an end under my reign as queen. Pokémon will finally take their rightful place.
Good Mew, Unown A! Is this all about your lack of self confidence? Did we not teach you well enough as a child? You were always going to be different, we could tell that from the day you were born. I never realizes you'd be so troublesome. Your grandmother did. That Unown knew everything. She warned us you'd bring nothing but havoc, and what do you do? You bring trouble! You know that the humans will overthrow you, I don't know why you bother.
I'm not troublesome! Unlike you all, I just happen to think! You old bastard! You taught me plenty! Every last word of it was nothing but crap! The Legendaries didn't put us here to make life better for humans! They put us here to be slaves! Lesson of the Wish Granters! It's the reoccurring chain of events that keeps us trapped inside that damned box. Do you know how much I hate that box? Nothing but empty space and endless Unown, floating and being complete idiots!
You watch your language?
Or what you old fart? You can't do a single thing and you know it. I control all the power here. I am the Queen of the Unown, and pretty soon, the humans will bow to me too. I'm intelligent, I understand the world. I understand what this oppression we are facing is. I don't care what the other Unown say about me! I'm my own pokémon! I will do my best to help you, whether you think I'm doing the right thing or not. I'm following my heart!
Your heart, or ambition? Your heart says what all our hearts say. Our curse is to love humans, and never be loved in return. You want nothing more than a friend in this world, ever since you were small. You were aggressive, you were violent. None of the kids wanted to play with you. You couldn't understand people. So you turned to books and fact and equations. Things that were easily made sense of. Things that required little thought for you. You were so smart. We are proud of you for that.
You never gave a damn about me, and you still don't, She seethed, shaking. You wouldn't care if I never did anything but float through my life. If I never did anything more than what we were told to do! Serve humans! I will not be a servant!
You never understood the teachings! That is not what they mean! This is not what is supposed to happen! You'll bring down the wrath of the Legendaries upon you That little girl was right. You damned emotional teenagers, you're nothing but trouble! All you need is a boy to control those raging hormones of yours! You just had to break it off with that Unown K fellow, didn't you? What happened? Did he get too close? What are you afraid of? He challenged.
She sent him slamming into the wall, wishing she had someway to express this anger. There was nothing. She had no limbs to fail, no hands to punch, the legs to kick. She could do nothing but selfishly pray that the old thing had not just gotten knocked unconscious, but had finally died after eight hundred and eighty six years. She wanted him dead. He didn't deserve to live. How she hated him. And now her eyes was burning again and there was a pitter patter on the floor.
You crazy sonuvabitch. You crazy bastard. I hope you die. You don't understand anything. I hope you die Grandfather. She floated out the door, never looking at him. She knew she hadn't killed him. She knew it. He couldn't have died that simply. How many things had she slammed into walls in the past that had walked away with not even a bruise? It wasn't even her hardest push. He would be fine. He'd be fine.
She didn't notice his body float motionless in the pool for a few moments before fading into dust and washing down the drain with the rest of the water of the slow draining tub. But, of course. She knew he didn't kill him. And even when the days went by, long after this chapter, she had fully convinced herself that he was off hiding in a corner, tending to the verbal and physical wounds she inflicted like an injured stupid creature.
There are some things we know and some things we hope we know, these two are often confused. Unown A truly thought she knew that she had not just killed her own caretaker in what was practically cold blood.
This, truly, was something she only hoped she knew.
(A/N: Remember that. It's character development. Cry for my villain and her grandfather. Do it, dammit! Er, sorry. I'm emotional. Now, I wanted to end it here, but I decided that it'd be good to keep it going. I finished that section the same night I posted the last chapter. I'm really into this story and, heck, I've got nothing better to do.)
"You know, that's a really girly thing to do. How'd you figure out how to do that?" Kay Kay asked, surprised that Ash sat behind her, swiftly braiding her red hair into cornrows. "You know how to do hair as well as my sisters!" She exclaimed.
"Not really," he shrugged. "I knew we had to blow dry your hair because my mom gets mad whenever I put my hat on when my hair's still wet. I forget where I learned how to braid." He finished another strip of shoulder length hair and tied it off with yet another tiny elastic band. "That's all of it. Looks nice on you," he smiled and played with it a bit. "Too bad I have no idea how to put beads in it. That'd look really cool."
"Would it?" She asked. "I've never had a guy say that before."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's sort of a…" she blushed and turned to look at him. "It's kinda a compliment, right? You said it's look cool. Did you just mean the hairstyle or did you mean me?" She spun away again. "I'm being stupid. I know you didn't mean me."
"No, you would look cool like that. You always look cool," Ash beamed. She blushed deeper. "You're pretty, I bet you're prettier than all your sisters combined. Where are your sisters? I've only seen the fat one that cries whenever she sees you."
"That's Daisy. She's not fat, she's pregnant. She should be having that baby any day now. I'll be an aunt. Weird, right? I thought the baby would be my sister, but nope. She's going to be my niece. I can't believe I'm that old already." They were quiet for a minute, something that had become rarer and rarer as time went by. "Ash, do you really think that I'm pretty? Boys never think I'm pretty," she whispered.
"Yeah! I do. You are pretty, Mist. I don't know why everyone tells you you're not. I'm mean, they're older than you. They grew up and looked like women before you, that's all. My mom would think that you're a-der-uh-ble."
"Adorable, Ash. The word you keep struggling with is adorable," she giggled. "I guess you don't hang out with a lot of girls then."
"I do! Every girl is different, every person is special, but I like you the best," he said, reddening with Kay Kay. "That's why I asked you to marry me. I could've chose anyone, but I chose you! If you were an uggo I wouldn't have chose you."
"That's vain," Kay Kay gasped.
"Yeah, I guess, but it's true," he snorted. "I can't stand being married to a really ugly person all my life. It'd give me nightmares. I'm afraid of the dark, being afraid of my scary looking wife is definitely not going to help!
"Ash!" She scolded, giggling. "You're so horrible! You're vein and self centered and…and I can't believe you! You're such a bad boy. Gees, and the boy in the story who's supposed to be you was such a hero! There goes that similarity."
"Hey…Mist," Ash inquired quietly. "That story I told. It seemed…it seemed like it wasn't a story, Mist. I don't really know what it was. I think it might have been me, Mist. I think the girl was you! Maybe it's something right out of a," he paused and thought hard. He couldn't stumble on these words, even if they were hard. He could do this, "parallel universe," he grinned inwardly. "But I really think that there's more behind this than we think."
"I don't want it to be real," Kay Kay whispered. "Especially if that girl is me. See, I know that story," she looked up at him. Her eyes were wet. "Every thing you told me, I saw it in my head! I remembered things you didn't, because you weren't there. I knew things, I saw things, I felt things. I remembered how I felt. I felt happy and sad and angry and giddy. I felt really giddy around you Ash. I felt really giddy," she looked away from him and wiped her eyes.
"Why are ya cryin', Mist! You never cry, I'm the baby here, remember? I'm the one who cried when Butterfree left! I'm the one who cried whenever bad stuff happened, or whenever we said goodbye. You're the strong one, you're the bold one. Don't cry, Mist!" He pulled her close in a hug. She wriggled, trying to get out of his grasp but he held on tight. "It's alright, Misty. Really. It's not a real story! None of it's real, I'm just a real good story teller."
"Oh, Mew, Ash, if only it was that simple," she cried. "I don't think any of this is what we think it is. Something really weird is going on, Ash. Something really, really weird. I'm scared and sick and I know something bad is going to happen soon. I don't want to be bad, Ash. I don't want bad stuff to happen." She wiped at her eyes. "Listen, Ash, I need you to make me a promise, and I need you to make it fast."
"Anything, Misty," he smiled. "I'll do anything for you! We're married after all!"
"Oh, Ash, you're such a sweetheart, but don't call me Misty," she gasped as another hot rush of tears stung at her eyes. "Ash, please, if nothing else, promise me this one thing…"
Unown A rushed in, seeing Kay Kay and Ash in one another's arms. So cute, so fragile, so beautiful. What had that promise been they made moments earlier? Promise me we'll be best friends forever or something of the like? How adorable, how sweet. How she wanted to desperately rip the two apart and shove them under the water. How she needed them to drown, to see that tormented look on their faces.
Kay Kay, you get away form him right now! Unown A barked. The girl jumped and looked up at her mentor. Quick, get away from him! I'm sorry! I was so wrong about him, about all of them! If I had known I would've…oh, Kay Kay, I'm so sorry, she broke off, apparently to choked up to continue. Kay Kay was confused, baffled, and all she really knew right then was that Ash was very warm, and Unown A wasn't being very clear.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, cuddling closer.
Get away from that boy. Ash Ketchum. Him and his friends, they're clever, very clever. I had no idea that…They're part of an organization Kay Kay. It's an organization that's been around for hundreds of years. They've been after the Unown all this time. You know the power we have. I never thought they'd come after a little girl who wasn't doing anything. I didn't think that they'd come after you, I didn't think to warn you. Oh, I'm so sorry.
"I…" she looked back and forth between the two of them, silence washed over the group. She slowly stood up from Ash, and walked over to Unown A, eyes watering. "All this time he's been…" She looked up at Unown A. The creature nodded. She looked back at Ash, eyes filed with tears. "Ash…you…all this time you're been after her. You didn't even care about me. You don't care about me at all! It's all just some elaborate ploy!"
"No, Mist! I swear! I didn't do any of it!" Ash shook his head wildly. "I haven't done anything. I didn't even know there was some secret organization that wants Unown A. What the heck do they want you for, anyway? Why wouldn't they go after Lugia? That's a cool Legendary!"
We're cool Legendaries, Unown A stated.
"Ha, sure," he rolled his eyes. "Sure, you're really cool. I don't believe you on that one Believe you," he blinked. "Mist, why do you even believe her? I mean, I know she seems nice at all, but you don't have any evidence against me!"
"You don't have any against her either!" Kay Kay shouted. "Why are you condemning her? She's a good pokémon! She's kind and sweet and giving! All she wants is what's best for me! Isn't that what you want? What's best for me?"
"I'm not gonna lie to ya, Mist," he shrugged. "Really, I do want what's best for you, but I'd really like it if it was what's best for me too. Listen, I understand that you believe her, and you want to believe me too. You can't have it both ways. Maybe you should take some time and think about this. You've got no proof for either of us, right? Both of us are innocent! Can't we just continue this the way we are? I promise I won't touch Unown A."
"There is something against you, Ash," Kay Kay whispered, her eyes filling up with water. Oh, this was hard. "Give me a minute," she whispered. She ran into a corner, dark and alone for a moment, breathing in and out to cool herself down. She could do this. Oh, Mew, this was horrible. Either way, someone was betrayed. Either way, she was betrayed. How could she make the right choice? Was she really going to do the right thing?
"I don't care! Leave her alone! She said she wanted to be alone! You stay away form her!" Ash shouted, startling Kay Kay.
"Ash, cool it," she demanded, looking over at him. The boy froze and stared at her. She swallowed the lump in her throat. He was such a good boy, so obedient. But she was making the right choice. Please let it be the right choice. "Ash, there is something against you."
"What, I don't put you first? Maybe it's because I'm a human and not a pokémon!" He growled, glaring at Unown A. He never really liked her to begin with, honestly. She was loud and annoying and she sent out some kind of bad vibes.
"No, Ash, that's not it at all," she whispered.
"What is it?"
"Ash, you have a motive," Kay Kay shook her head. "You have a much stronger motive, a good one. A sensible one. I know the only thing you'd be able to think of against her is that she's a supervillian, and that won't work. It's not real enough."
"Mist…" he whispered.
"Ash, I've chosen." She turned from him and began to walk out the door. "Don't follow me, Ash. And it's not Mist, it's Kay Kay. You can call me that, and nothing else. That's what everyone calls me. Why should you be any different?" A beat. "You're such a good boy, Sato, such a hero."
She left him alone in the gym. "I don't want pity," he hissed, digging his nails into his palms and beating at the floor uselessly. "I want Mist! Give 'er back! Give 'er back! Give 'er back! You stupid idiot creature! You stupidhead! Retard!" He screamed, all the insults he knew. "Crybaby! Loser! Wimp! Give 'er back!" He broke into sobs. "She's mine, she's mine, she's mine, she's mine, give her back. Give her back."