Here's another chapter! I actually wrote like 5 different versions of 'Y', two of them being a completely different prompt from the one I chose. This is the one I settled with, because I just HAD to write about this. What is pokéshipping without it?

Disclaimer: It is obvious by this point that the only thing I own is a Pikachu plushie. The rest is not mine.


Years

If she hadn't looked closely, she was sure she wouldn't have recognized it. In fact, she doubted anyone could recognize it. But as she stared down at it, her fists clenching and unclenching by her sides, she had no doubt about it; that weird-shaped, blackened, charred-to-a-crisp piece of junk was indeed her bike.

She let out an exasperated growl that actually made some pidgeys flee from a nearby tree, and she kicked the ground so hard a chunk of mud and wet grass was sent flying into the air.

"How dare he!" she bellowed to no one in particular, and the pidgeys that had remained in the branches of the nearby tree finally took off after their fleeing comrades, thinking better of staying near the thrashing redhead.

It was a while before she could bring herself to look at what used to be her bike again; the tires had been burned away completely, leaving behind the empty, deformed rims that had lost any sense of shape. The spokes that used to make up the perfect laces of her wheelset were now either pointing in any direction but the correct one, or charred so badly they seemed they would crumble away if she dared to touch them. The pretty orange color of the tubes was now lost to an ugly, black one, which seemed to be the only color the bike now possessed. What used to be the basket on the front had been reduced to a couple of burnt wires, and the saddle –the one she had just gotten replaced a week before –was literally burnt to a cinder.

Something prickled behind her eyes, and she bit into the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out of pure anger. She had saved money for a whole year to fix up her mother's old bike so she could stop having to depend on her sisters' flowery, pink ones that barely rolled on smooth pavement. And now every single effort lay roasted on the grass, reduced to a carbonized piece of garbage. She wondered what her mother would think if she could see it, and the thought made her eyes ache even further.

She growled again and dropped to her knees, burying them into the wet dirt below her. She carefully placed a hand on one of the burnt tubes of the bike; it was still slightly warm, but nothing her hands wouldn't be able to bear. One of the spokes actually crumbled when she touched it, just as she had suspected it would, and she cursed the boy who had stolen it to the very pits of hell where, maybe, he would perish just as the bike had or worse.

"Stupid, little…" she grumbled incoherently as she got hold of the bike from the sides and carefully lifted it up. It was surprisingly light, and she guessed it was because half of it had already been reduced to ashes.

She stood with the charred bike balanced between her arms and looked at the dirt path that extended ahead of her. She was sure this was the road to Viridian City, the closest civilized area around, and if the idiot was half a decent person –because it was clear by now that he wasn't a completely decent person –then he should've headed to the city's Pokémon Center for a nurse to tend to the badly hurt pikachu he had carried.

The little rodent was the only reason she wasn't planning on beating him to a pulp. At least not yet. He had seemed extremely desperate to get help for the creature, after all. And even though it didn't justify destroying a stranger's property with so much as a hastily blurted explanation, she couldn't help feeling bad for the little thing.

So adjusting her grip on the bike to a more comfortable position, or as comfortable as carrying a burnt bicycle could get, she started walking in the direction of the city, ready to give the stupid boy a piece of her mind and make him, at least, repay for every single damage he had caused with his little, crazy antic. And he had better gotten help already for his pikachu, or she would file him to officer Jenny for quite a number of transgressions without a doubt. It would certainly be a small detour from her original journey, but she was sure it wouldn't take her more than a few days to get everything settled and be ready to get back on the road she had originally planned.

What she didn't know, as the strides she took toward Viridian grew wider and quicker and more desperate, was that it would actually take her much more than just a few days to get the freaking bike back, and that her 'small detour' would actually turn into a whole journey itself. And that years later, when the bike finally gets replaced, she would actually hesitate to take it back, for it would mean going her separate way from the stupid boy that had destroyed it in the first place.

But for now she's panting angrily with the bike balanced over her head, giving her the looks of a pretty insane girl as she stands before Viridian City's Pokémon Center. She can see him through the glass doors. That boy has some paying back to do, and he better do it quick.

I just figured the bike should have some sort of signficance for Misty. That's why I made it belong to her mother. I actually had to check a picture of a burnt bicycle to get this right :P

One more to go!