The song 'Mirror, Mirror' is copyrighted M2M
Pokémon is copyrighted Nintendo, GameFreak, etc.
I own nothing, sadly... ;_;
Wait! Yes, I do! I own Geri! Ooops. Shouldn'ta
said dat. Read on, Poképeople! ;P
From now on, every chapter is either from Ash or Misty's
POV and it alternates. This part is from Misty's POV.
Mirror, Mirror
Part 3
I stare up at the starry sky, the tears still running
down my face and falling onto the ground. I hear footsteps
and look up.
My breath catches in my throat.
My heart stops for a moment.
My eyes widen in shock.
My mouth drops open at the surprise.
"Misty?" the figure asks as I close my eyes, overwhelmed
with emotion.
"Ash?" I say, barely more than a whisper. I open my eyes
to see him there, nodding, not a mirage.
He has changed. But then, so have I. His unruly hair is
still the same, but his skin is a shade darker. He's about a
foot taller than me. His eyes hold a seriousness that had never
been in them before. His face was etched with a mixture of
emotions. But what surprised me the most was the air of maturity
around him.
He is wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, but
instead of the old jacket he used to wear, he is now wearing
one of the Pokémon League jackets, an exclusive to the Elite
Masters and the Gym Leaders. I knwo this, because mine is in
the back of my closet. I don't look at it because it reminds me
of Ash and his dream.
"So..." he shifts his wight back and forth on his feet.
"This is really awkward." I smile weakly, wiping the tears
away from my eyes, but they keep coming.
"Yeah." he says and wipes water away from his eyes too.
"Well..." I hesitate and bite my lip.
"So...that was some song you sang." he smiles.
"It's an old one of mine." I reply, "I wrote it a long time
ago."
"A long time ago...seven years?" he guesses.
"Bingo." I smile softly. "What have you been up to since
then?" I ask.
"You don't know?" he arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"Well, to tell the truth, everytime I hear the name
'Ash Ketchum', I just tune it out." I say sheepishly.
"Same with me whenever I hear your name." he replies.
"So, what HAVE you been up to?" I repeat.
"Well, after you left, me and Tracey went back to Pallet
Town adn then to the Indigo Plateau where I became the world's
younget Pokémon Master. I'm now the currently undefeated leader
of the Elite Masters." he says.
"Whoa." I say slowly. "And I'm just a singer."
"A very talented one." he quickly adds.
"Thanks." I brush back a piece of hair with my left
hand. I noticed him staring at my fourth finger.
He's looking for a wedding band! I realize, both
shocked and touched. That means he DOES care, I think
happily.
"How many CDs have you done?" he asks.
"Five in the past three years." I reply.
"What ever made you want to be a singer?" he wonders.
"I'm not really sure. I just started singing for
fun one day in the gym. Little did I know that there was
a talent agent there...."
-------
Three years ago....
"I wanna tell you what I'm feeling,
But I don't know how to start.
I wanna tell you, but now I'm afraid,
That you might break my heart.
Oh, why should anything so easy,
Ever be so hard to do?
I wanna tell you what I'm feeling and to say that,
I love you."
I sang as I walk into the main arena of the gym
"Bee-yoo-tee-ful!" a man exclaims, jumping up
from where he was seated next to Daisy.
"Misty, I never knew that you could sing like
that!" Daisy exclais.
"Whoo eez thees talented zinger?" the man asks.
"This is my baby sister Misty." Daisy introduces me,
"Misty, this is Mr. Detveiler."
"How vould you like to be a ztar?" Mr. Detveiler
asks.
"Me? A star?" I ask in wonderment.
"I can zee it now! The Zinging Zenzation!" he
exclaims.
"Of course!" I exclaim happily.
------
"That's how it happened." I finished my tale of
how I was discovered. There was a moment if silence, until
Ash spoke again.
"So, has there been anyone in your life?" he asks.
"No. yours?"
"No one." he replies. We both look away from one
another, then back.
"Do you want to sit down?" I guesture to a nearby
bench, deciding to talk before the silence got too
uncomforable.
"Okay." he replies. Then we sit. There silence for a
moment and I shiver in the cool night air.
"Are you cold?" he asks, concerned.
"A bit." I reply. After all, I'm only wearing a short,
low-cut dress and heels.
"Here." he takes off his jacket and hands it to me.
"Thanks." I reply and wrap it around myself.
"Warmer now?" he asks, a playful smile on his face.
"Quite." I reply and lean back agains the back of the
bench, staring up at the stars.
"Misty?" he asks hesitantly.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"You ever wish things were different?" he asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask in reply.
"The person you wanted to be say, seven years ago,
how far did you end off from that?" he asks.
"I'd say miles off target." I sigh, looking back
at him.
"Did you ever wish that you could go back and do it
all differently?"
Oh, God, yes. I think, looking up at the stars, a
wistfull expression on my face, then I turn back to him,
"Do you?"
He doesn't answer, but just looks at me in return.
We stare at each other for a moment, then he starts to move
towards me. I lean towards him also. My eyes close as our
faces get closer and closer. We're millimeters away from
kissing when there is a loud noise, like a shot.
"What the hell?" I open my eyes as Ash shouts
angrily. He stands up, his hand balled in a fist.
"So sorry to interuppt you." a voice says, pratically
oozing with sarcasm.
"Like hell you are!" I shout as Ash and I spring up
from the bench, our perfect moment ruined.
Pokémon is copyrighted Nintendo, GameFreak, etc.
I own nothing, sadly... ;_;
Wait! Yes, I do! I own Geri! Ooops. Shouldn'ta
said dat. Read on, Poképeople! ;P
From now on, every chapter is either from Ash or Misty's
POV and it alternates. This part is from Misty's POV.
Mirror, Mirror
Part 3
I stare up at the starry sky, the tears still running
down my face and falling onto the ground. I hear footsteps
and look up.
My breath catches in my throat.
My heart stops for a moment.
My eyes widen in shock.
My mouth drops open at the surprise.
"Misty?" the figure asks as I close my eyes, overwhelmed
with emotion.
"Ash?" I say, barely more than a whisper. I open my eyes
to see him there, nodding, not a mirage.
He has changed. But then, so have I. His unruly hair is
still the same, but his skin is a shade darker. He's about a
foot taller than me. His eyes hold a seriousness that had never
been in them before. His face was etched with a mixture of
emotions. But what surprised me the most was the air of maturity
around him.
He is wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt, but
instead of the old jacket he used to wear, he is now wearing
one of the Pokémon League jackets, an exclusive to the Elite
Masters and the Gym Leaders. I knwo this, because mine is in
the back of my closet. I don't look at it because it reminds me
of Ash and his dream.
"So..." he shifts his wight back and forth on his feet.
"This is really awkward." I smile weakly, wiping the tears
away from my eyes, but they keep coming.
"Yeah." he says and wipes water away from his eyes too.
"Well..." I hesitate and bite my lip.
"So...that was some song you sang." he smiles.
"It's an old one of mine." I reply, "I wrote it a long time
ago."
"A long time ago...seven years?" he guesses.
"Bingo." I smile softly. "What have you been up to since
then?" I ask.
"You don't know?" he arches an eyebrow, clearly surprised.
"Well, to tell the truth, everytime I hear the name
'Ash Ketchum', I just tune it out." I say sheepishly.
"Same with me whenever I hear your name." he replies.
"So, what HAVE you been up to?" I repeat.
"Well, after you left, me and Tracey went back to Pallet
Town adn then to the Indigo Plateau where I became the world's
younget Pokémon Master. I'm now the currently undefeated leader
of the Elite Masters." he says.
"Whoa." I say slowly. "And I'm just a singer."
"A very talented one." he quickly adds.
"Thanks." I brush back a piece of hair with my left
hand. I noticed him staring at my fourth finger.
He's looking for a wedding band! I realize, both
shocked and touched. That means he DOES care, I think
happily.
"How many CDs have you done?" he asks.
"Five in the past three years." I reply.
"What ever made you want to be a singer?" he wonders.
"I'm not really sure. I just started singing for
fun one day in the gym. Little did I know that there was
a talent agent there...."
-------
Three years ago....
"I wanna tell you what I'm feeling,
But I don't know how to start.
I wanna tell you, but now I'm afraid,
That you might break my heart.
Oh, why should anything so easy,
Ever be so hard to do?
I wanna tell you what I'm feeling and to say that,
I love you."
I sang as I walk into the main arena of the gym
"Bee-yoo-tee-ful!" a man exclaims, jumping up
from where he was seated next to Daisy.
"Misty, I never knew that you could sing like
that!" Daisy exclais.
"Whoo eez thees talented zinger?" the man asks.
"This is my baby sister Misty." Daisy introduces me,
"Misty, this is Mr. Detveiler."
"How vould you like to be a ztar?" Mr. Detveiler
asks.
"Me? A star?" I ask in wonderment.
"I can zee it now! The Zinging Zenzation!" he
exclaims.
"Of course!" I exclaim happily.
------
"That's how it happened." I finished my tale of
how I was discovered. There was a moment if silence, until
Ash spoke again.
"So, has there been anyone in your life?" he asks.
"No. yours?"
"No one." he replies. We both look away from one
another, then back.
"Do you want to sit down?" I guesture to a nearby
bench, deciding to talk before the silence got too
uncomforable.
"Okay." he replies. Then we sit. There silence for a
moment and I shiver in the cool night air.
"Are you cold?" he asks, concerned.
"A bit." I reply. After all, I'm only wearing a short,
low-cut dress and heels.
"Here." he takes off his jacket and hands it to me.
"Thanks." I reply and wrap it around myself.
"Warmer now?" he asks, a playful smile on his face.
"Quite." I reply and lean back agains the back of the
bench, staring up at the stars.
"Misty?" he asks hesitantly.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"You ever wish things were different?" he asks.
"What do you mean?" I ask in reply.
"The person you wanted to be say, seven years ago,
how far did you end off from that?" he asks.
"I'd say miles off target." I sigh, looking back
at him.
"Did you ever wish that you could go back and do it
all differently?"
Oh, God, yes. I think, looking up at the stars, a
wistfull expression on my face, then I turn back to him,
"Do you?"
He doesn't answer, but just looks at me in return.
We stare at each other for a moment, then he starts to move
towards me. I lean towards him also. My eyes close as our
faces get closer and closer. We're millimeters away from
kissing when there is a loud noise, like a shot.
"What the hell?" I open my eyes as Ash shouts
angrily. He stands up, his hand balled in a fist.
"So sorry to interuppt you." a voice says, pratically
oozing with sarcasm.
"Like hell you are!" I shout as Ash and I spring up
from the bench, our perfect moment ruined.