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Another Chance: Nurse Misty Saga
Professor Oak messed with Misty's Machine…
He hit one simple button.
These are the consequences.
In Another Universe…
-Vermillion Forest-
It was mid-afternoon as Ash and company continued their long and exciting adventure! The trio was approaching a forest as they traveled from their latest adventure in Vermillion City.
Ash Ketchum skipped happily, oblivious of his two companions and their fatigue.
"WOOHOO! I can't believe I got a THUNDER BADGE!" cheered Ash for the 30th time. Pikachu tightly held onto his trainer's shoulder as Ash's bouncing grew. "I am the BEST TRAINER EVERRRR-OOMPH!"
"Arghh! Your sooo annoying!" snapped Misty. The young girl withdrew her fist after punching the dork on the head. "Why do you have to be so loud! Your large mouth is starting to hurt my ears!"
Ash rubbed his sore head before marching towards the pesky tomboy. "Then stop following us then!"
"Not until you buy me a brand-new bike Ketchum," retorted Misty. The young girl gave a smug grin before sticking her tongue at him. "You're sooo immature!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
The Pewter City gym leader gave a concerned look towards Pikachu, as the Pokemon's little yellow paws were barely holding onto Ash's shaking shoulder. Pikachu looked like he was riding in a Tauros rodeo.
"Hey guys," interrupted Brock, "Can't you just settle down?"
"But he/she started it!" accused both trainers. Both Ash and Misty seemed to glare at each other as they noticed they were both pointing at each other.
"If you stop fighting…I'll make my famous beef stew."
"Kays!" chirped Ash and Misty as they quickly stopped their teasing.
"Pika Pika," sighed the yellow fuzzy Pokemon.
Several minutes later...
"You'll never get Pikachu!" exclaimed Ash, "Butterfree, let's beat these clowns!"
Ripping off a PokeBall from his belt, our hero threw the orb into the sky! "BUTTERFREEEE!" chimed the insect Pokemon.
"Butterfree! Use Stun Spore!" ordered Ash as he pointed at the bush playing the Team Rocket theme song.
"GACK! THE TWERP FOUND US!" screamed Jessie. Ash gave a happy grin as the trio's bodies fell out of the bush; their bodies frozen like statues. "Ca..n't…mo..ve…"
With one heroic pose Ash Ketchum delivered his final attack! "Now Pikachu use THUNDERSHOCK!"
"PIKACHUUUU!"
Ash, Misty, and Brock quickly covered their eyes as the dirt beneath Team Rocket exploded, shooting dust and smoke everywhere!
"We didn't even get to use the Super Duper Robo 3000," sobbed the flying effeminate man.
"Oh quit your whining!" flew Jessie. "The boss isn't gonna be happy about thi-!"
"SHUT ya'll yammering cuz-"
"TEAM ROCKET IS BLASTING OFF Againnnnnnnnnnn…." echoed all their voices. Ash gave a victory dance as the trio disappeared into the horizon with a light twinkle.
"YAHOO! WE DID IT!" laughed Ash. "WOOHOO!"
Misty passively stared at the young trainer as he begun twirling Butterfree and Pikachu in a circle. "He is still an idiot," muttered Misty.
OoOoO
Misty looked towards the blue sky, thin leaves unable to hide the bright sunlight.
She'd momentarily left the group. Deciding that a quiet stroll would be better than listening to Ash's loud and annoying bragging about his latest Team Rocket victory.
She paused. "That can't be safe," she whispered, thinking about how fast and hard the drop would be for the Rockets. She shook her head, pushing away the encroaching headache.
A sudden ruffling sound behind her caused her to yell.
She spun around, ready to dart if she saw hints of a Beedrill or even a stray Caterpie. But her fear slowly became curiosity.
A floating blue wisp of light shined behind some shrubs. The unearthly glow radiated a soft warm breeze.
Almost hypnotized by its beauty, she slowly reached out and grabbed it.
In an instant, blue flames leaped out, wrapping around her body. The searing heat was excruciating, yet try as she might, Misty couldn't scream. And not a second more, the blue fire swallowed her whole.
Ash and Brock would later search for her. And fail.
Misty had vanished.
OoOoO
-Location: Vermillion Forest-
Misty had reappeared. Her head hurt, trying to fight off the strangest dream. Something about a blue fire…
"Ughhh," moaned Misty, rubbing her forehead. "What happened last-"
A light breeze brushed by, rubbing against her bare bottom. Immediately Misty's expression changed to horror, before she looked downwards.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!" shrieked the naked Misty.
She quickly moved her arms and legs, barely failing to cover her body.
She jumped into the nearest leafy shrub, the itchy leaves doing a better job at covering her up.
"This better not be a prank Ketchum!" she yelled, barely holding back her tears. "This is the worst trick ever!"
Seconds turned to minutes, as nothing happened. Her anger doubled. "Screw them," she hissed.
Only when several more minutes had passed, did she begin to doubt that Brock and Ash would do something this cruel. Maybe some bug took her clothes… Misty writhed in disgust at such a sick and very spine-chilling possibility.
She looked around, and spotted her trusty backpack. Misty speedily crawled out of her hiding spot and swiped the bag from the ground.
Misty scavenged through her supplies, noting her Pokeballs and wallet were safe. No spare clothes.
"Oh, come on!" she screamed.
What was going to happen now! Her imagination spun and flipped. Images of her searching for clothes in Vermillion City… and then Officer Jenny throwing her in jail thinking she was perverted…and then her sisters laughing at her… and then… and then-!
"Is anyone there!" broke a voice.
"Stop acting like a dumb-ass Gary!" ordered Daisy Waterflower, a couple stray leaves and twigs tangled in her blonde hair.
Misty had burst running, but paused. She recognized that last voice…
Gary glared right back. "I swore I heard a girl's voice!" he defended. He paused, remembering what he'd been saying earlier. "But like I was saying, a minute ago," he grumbled. "Why did we have to follow Brock into this forest! If I still had my car… we could just drive around this large bug infested dump!"
Daisy could feel her left eye twitch.
"Quit whining your highness!" mocked Daisy, "Let's hurry up already. I don't want Brock to wander too far away!"
Misty pinched herself, wondering if she was going crazy. Daisy looked like she'd raided her wardrobe.
Misty quietly stalked the pair. She walked, barefoot, careful to not make any sudden noises. She then sprinted ahead, noticing a familiar Gym Leader.
"Psssst!" hissed Misty. Her head peaked from behind the tree. "Brock! Over here!"
She tried to not groan, when the teen pointed at himself. "Yes you! Get over here already!"
Brock cautiously, to her confusion, walked to her.
"Well!" prompted Misty, "Why are you staring at me like that!"
"Do I know you?"
"This is no time for games," growled Misty.
Misty tried to hold her temper, as Brock stared at her with a mild curiosity. "Wait. You sorta do look familiar." Brock pointed at her, mouth agape. "Now I remember! You're that girl on the news a while-"
"JUST SHUT UP WITH THE JOKES-!"
"Hey pervert!" yelled Daisy, her fist striking Brock in the head. "Who are you speaki-… …" Her voice died out, recognizing Misty's face.
Misty felt all hope vanish.
She scrunched up her eyes, fearfully awaiting her sister's usual taunts. But it never came. Several seconds had passed before she opened one eye…
That was when Daisy tackled her to the ground and began hugging her. Misty kept still. Patting Daisy's back, trying to figure out why her older sister was crying.
Several minutes later...
Daisy had immediately forced the two boys further into the forest, protecting her privacy. And nonstop since their reunion, Daisy constantly asked her how she could help.
Misty still couldn't get over the shock, of Daisy's extra clothes. The fabric was a sharp contrast with the bright expensive silky shirts her older sisters bought. It was practical.
Daisy was acting strange.
Her once-always pampered sister was wearing a dirty white shirt. With on-sale navy shorts, seemingly worn from use. There were even Pokeballs on her sister's belt! The outfit screamed… tomboy.
Misty bit her lower lip, as Daisy stared adoringly at her. The awkward silence made her uneasy.
"So what's with the get up," finally spoke Misty. "You almost look like a Pokemon trainer."
Daisy didn't know how to feel. "What…?"
"Your clothes," Misty accused. "You-you…"
Misty could feel herself getting irritated as Daisy looked at her with another perplexed expression. She was so close towards pulling her own hair, her sister was acting like an ordinary—intelligent—individual. And that was creepy! Did Pokemon take over the world as well!
"You know," she whispered, "You're not…acting like…you."
Unable to believe what she was going to do, Misty clasped her hands together and forced a bright smile on her face. In between light giggles, Misty would skip and pretend she was talking to another person. "Like that is the cutest dress ever!" squealed Misty, as she would wave her hands around acting as girly as inhumanely possible. "I know! Like isn't he, like, the cutest!"
After performing her act for half-a-minute, Misty checked to see if her performance sparked any reaction from her sister.
Her sister seemed to be looking away from her.
"Daisy?" Misty whispered, "Was that boy the reason you left the Gym. I-I never knew you were into younger men?"
Misty was not prepared for Daisy's angry glare.
"Did you always think that little of me?" choked Daisy. "Was I never a good enough Gym Leader for you?"
Misty just shook her head in confusion. "What do you mean Daisy?" questioned Misty, "We all know that you, Lily, and Violet were never that good in a Pokemon battl-"
"Just SHUT UP!" cried her elder sister. "There was never a second I didn't stop thinking of you, and when I've finally found you… you still think I'm a joke!"
The blonde Gym Leader arm slipped to her sash, and ripping off the Pokeball from its hook. Daisy clenched the sapphire orb tightly.
"I won't let you leave," came a soft whisper.
Misty watched helplessly as Daisy sped forward, throwing the Pokeball straight far into the sky, her arm arching forward from the throw. The ball glowed even brighter as its ascent towards the clouds begun to weaken.
"I'll show you my power!" exclaimed Daisy. "I challenge you to a Pokemon Battle!"
Misty fell on her back, Daisy's Pokeball exploded into a mirage of colors.
"Dragonair! I choose you!"
A/N:
Oh lookie… a quick revise. Not the greatest revise, but hopefully more legible. Feb. 11 2011.
Thanks for being such great readers.