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WARNING: Yaoi. Please, do not read if you are disturbed by a romance between two males. All you other cool people: Enjoy!
More of a sequel than a chapter.... but I chapterized it so I wouldn't risk fanfiction's wrath. ^^
The sunlight slowly illuminated the inside of the cave and Gary reluctantly stood up and stretched. He grinned down at Ash's crumpled form on the floor.
"Hey, Ash, time to wake up," Gary said quietly, kneeling down next to Ash.
Slowly, Ash stirred. "Hmm... wa?"
"I'll bet that a couple of your friends are awfully worried about you. Sorry as I am to return you to them, I think I should."
Ash ran his fingers through his matted hair. "Oh, I guess I fell asleep, huh." He sighed. "I didn't want to. I was trying to stay up all night."
"That's all right, Ash. I'm sure this won't be the last time that we see each other." Gary grinned, and Ash couldn't help grinning back.
"I guess. It sure is cold, though, isn't it? I'd been expecting it to warm up. . ."
"Mmm, well, I'd be happy to warm you up, Ash. It would be my pleasure." Ash melted happily into Gary's loving embrace.
"You're right, I feel warmer already," Ash smiled. After planting a few tender kisses on Ash's lips Gary pulled Ash to his feet.
"Come on, Ash, we'd better be going." Ash nodded silent agreement.
"Pika. . . " said a drowsy Pikachu, clambering over to Ash. It was quickly followed by an equally tired Eevee. Pikachu quickly leaped up to Ash's shoulder, snuggling down into his neck.
"Ah, I thought that was my job," Gary teased, making Pikachu uneasy. Ash blushed and quieted Pikachu.
"Vee!" said Eevee happily, coming over to Gary's side.
"Chu?"
"Vee! Eevee!"
Pikachu gave a shrug and abandoned Ash's shoulder to join Eevee again. They appeared to be continuing a conversation.
"What a good Eevee I have," Gary said, kissing Ash's now free neck, and Ash felt the now familiar tingling feeling sweep through his spine that he always felt when he was close to Gary. He slipped his arm about Ash's waist and the two walked slowly out of the cave, their Pokemon leading the way, Pikachu studiously avoiding glancing back.
Ash laughed. "Don't worry. I'm sure Pikachu will get over it. He's just jealous."
"Of course he is. I'm not worried, but I won't show any mercy. If I want you all to myself I'm very well going to get what I want." Ash smiled, enjoying the feeling of Gary's closeness. Never had he felt this way before about anyone. He was sure that Gary was the only one for him, and he knew that they could learn a lot from each other.
As the pair slowly wove their way in between the pattern of trees the cold seemed to steadily increase, only giving Gary and Ash an excuse to get even closer to each other. Ash gripped Gary firmly.
"You know, Gary, as nice as you are, I wouldn't mind a sweater too much now," Ash breathed through chattering teeth." Gary responded by turning Ash to him and locking his lips in a deep and passionate kiss, running his fingers through his thick black hair. He caressed his cheek with his slightly rough hand and deepened the kiss. They finally broke gasing for air.
"I'm afraid that's about all I can offer you right now," said Gary.
"I'll live," Ash said with a sensuous smile. They resumed their previous position, slightly warmed, and continued their treck. They had been walking for a few minutes when soft white flakes began to fall from the sky.
Ash grinned at the sight of the snow slowly increasing and filling the air with it's dancing white. Snowflakes slowly congreagated on both of their eyelashes and dusted their hair.
In spite of the fact that Gary was shivering, he said, "Well, it's certainly an improvement from the rain!"
"What could be more perfect than being here in your arms when it's snowing? This is a fantasy I've had for the longest time, Gary, and it's come true."
"Well, a warm fire for starters," Gary grinned, "But I agree, it's wonderful."
They had wandered after Pikachu and Eevee until the sun was high in the sky when the trees began to thin out. By this time there was a layer of snow across the ground struggling to cover the tips of the grass.
At this time Misty and Brock were in camp very nearby, crouching near to a dying campfire.
"Brock, I'm going to go and get some more firewood, okay?"
"Sure, Misty. Here, take my pocket knife and cut some of the lower limbs off of a nearby tree. Be sure to get the ones that don't have any snow on them."
"I know, Brock," Misty said, reaching out for Brock's pocket knife. He handed it to her, and his hand closed on hers, holding her from leaving. Misty's face was turned away.
"Misty, he'll be okay."
"I know, but- oh, I'm just so worried about him!" Misty cried, returning her tear-filled gaze to Brock's.
"He will. I promise you," Brock said sincerely, before freeing her hand. Misty gave him a forced smile.
"Thanks, Brock." Misty headed off towards the surrounding trees, Brock watching her leave sadly.
Gary and Ash paused as they heard the familiar sound of Misty and Brock's voices.
"Hey, I guess we found them," said Ash, feigning a cheerful manner.
"Yeah, I guess. Ash, you know I probably won't get to see you for a while. I'm not sure how I'll survive till then, but I'll try. It seems I'm losing you right after I've found you," Gary shook his head. "I don't want to say goodbye, Ash."
Ash drew close up to Gary, burying his head on his chest. "Don't worry. I won't think of anyone but you until I see you again."
"Oh, Ash." Ash and Gary's lips met once again, creating a nearly substantial fire between them. Ash's fingers ran along Gary's back, and Gary's fingers tangled in Ash's hair. Their passion was abruptly halted by a shrill scream.
Ash's head snapped to the left to see Misty's slender figure standing against the thin veil of trees that had been their cover.
"Ash. . . how could you. . . " Tears streamed down Misty's face. She looked brokenly at him and then at the pocket knife she held in her hand.
"Misty!" came Brock's voice. He appeared just feet from her. Misty shut her eyes and raised the knife as Brock leaped toward her. Everything started happening at once. Misty withdrew her hand and thrust it hard in the direction of her chest as Brock caught her arm and halted it's progress. Unfortunately, the knife had already penetrated inches into her skin.
"Oh, God," said Brock. He gently pulled out the knife, and a river of crimson flowed across Misty's clothes and onto the white snow, melting it where it touched. Brock tossed the knife aside and pressed his hands to Misty's wound, applying pressure to try to slow the bleeding. "We've got to get her a doctor right away," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "Ash, get my Zubat for me." Ash obediently dashed to the campsite they had set up and retrieved one of Brock's pokeballs. He tossed it to the ground and Zubat came out.
"Zubat, see if you can spot a hospital from here," Brock ordered. Zubat immediately flew into the air.
"Zuu!" Zubat cried, heading to the East. Brock scooped up Misty's limp body and followed after Zubat.
"Come on, guys! We don't have any time to waste!" Brock called to Ash and Gary, taking care to keep Misty supported. They quickly followed after Brock at a jog, determined to do whatever they could to help Misty.
Tears fell from Ash's eyes. "This is my fault," he whispered.
"No, Ash. No more your fault than anyone else's," Gary said. They proceeded in silence until the welcome sight of a town greeted them. They charged in and up to the closest person, which was an old man.
"Excuse me-" Brock said breathlessly. The man glanced at Misty in Brock's arms.
"The hospital's that way, son," he said, pointing down a street. Brock immediately set off in the indicated direction.
"Thank you," said Ash. The man just nodded knowingly. Precious minutes later they reached the hospital. Gary and Ash opened the doors for Brock.
"Emergency!" gasped Brock. Immediately nurses attended to him, putting Misty, who had lost a lot of blood, onto a stretcher and wheeling her off into an emergency room. Brock tried to follow, even though he knew that he couldn't. He ran alongside Misty's body until she was put into the Emergency Room, where he was stopped by doctors.
"I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. If you'll stay in the waiting room we're let you know as soon as we have news of her condition." Brock nodded and walked into the waiting room where Gary and Ash were waiting for them. An hour of awkward near silence passed before a doctor greeted them.
"So?" asked Brock.
"Good news. It's not critical. She should be just fine. Most of it was blood loss, which we've replaced. The wound should be healed in weeks, and manageable in days. She's not yet conscious, but you can visit her if you want."
"Thank you," Brock said graciously. The three headed nervously into Misty's room.
Ash looked at her peacefully resting form and felt overwhelmingly guilty. Brock noticed the tears in his eyes.
"I don't blame you, Ash." he said. "She'll live."
"But, she loved me."
"And who could blame her?" Gary said tenderly. "I regret that she can't have you, but I think she'll get along better with Brock anyhow."
Brock gave him an exhausted smile. Gary placed an arm around Ash's shoulders, then darted a look at Brock.
"I don't mind," said Brock. Ash raised his eyebrows. "Come on, Ash, I'm a guy. I know these things."
"You mean you knew all along that I-"
"Well, I suspected, anyhow. I don't have a problem with it, but I'm afraid Misty's another story." They all looked at Misty. Brock gently stroked her soft red hair, and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. Slowly, Misty stirred.
"Brock. . ." said Misty. Her gaze travelled past him to Ash and Gary, and the pain in her eyes was once again apparant. "Ash." She turned her head away.
"Oh, Misty," said Brock. "You don't know how you scared me. Please, I know how much pain you're in, but please don't throw your life away. Misty, I need you." Misty turned wide eyes to Brock.
"Misty, I love you." Misty opened her mouth. Brock placed a finger on her lips. "It's okay. I know and understand that you don't love me. You love Ash. But always know that I love you and will be here for you. Perhaps, in time. . ." Brock let his sentence hang in the air. Misty's eyes softened and she gave him a gentle smile.
"As is probably apparant, Misty, I love Gary," Ash said gently. "I hope that you can forgive me, and I still consider you my dearest friend. I would love to stay in your company, but right now I think the best thing I could do for you is leave you alone. Give Brock a chance, he's a good guy." Tears streamed down Misty's face.
"I understand, Ash. And I- I hope you're happy." Ash walked over and gently kissed Misty's cheek.
"I'll always love you, Misty, as my friend." Misty smiled at him.
"I guess I'll be seeing you," she said. Ash smiled at her. Gary and Ash walked out of the hospital room, glancing back at Misty and Brock through the window. Misty was crying into Brock's supporting arms. Gary took Ash's hand in his.
"I love you, Gary," whispered Ash.
"I know, Ash. I love you."
The two walked off hand in hand, to face any challenges the world gave them together. They knew that they could handle anything, so long as they were together. Together forever.
I hope you liked! Please review or give me an email letting me know what you thought. Oh, and PLEASE review the story, not the story IDEA just because you're not into yaoi, and don't review me. Please refrain from telling me things like I am a "frekin freak" because chances are I already know. ^.^ If you have criticism, make it constructive. Thanks! Love ya!
WARNING: Yaoi. Please, do not read if you are disturbed by a romance between two males. All you other cool people: Enjoy!
More of a sequel than a chapter.... but I chapterized it so I wouldn't risk fanfiction's wrath. ^^
The sunlight slowly illuminated the inside of the cave and Gary reluctantly stood up and stretched. He grinned down at Ash's crumpled form on the floor.
"Hey, Ash, time to wake up," Gary said quietly, kneeling down next to Ash.
Slowly, Ash stirred. "Hmm... wa?"
"I'll bet that a couple of your friends are awfully worried about you. Sorry as I am to return you to them, I think I should."
Ash ran his fingers through his matted hair. "Oh, I guess I fell asleep, huh." He sighed. "I didn't want to. I was trying to stay up all night."
"That's all right, Ash. I'm sure this won't be the last time that we see each other." Gary grinned, and Ash couldn't help grinning back.
"I guess. It sure is cold, though, isn't it? I'd been expecting it to warm up. . ."
"Mmm, well, I'd be happy to warm you up, Ash. It would be my pleasure." Ash melted happily into Gary's loving embrace.
"You're right, I feel warmer already," Ash smiled. After planting a few tender kisses on Ash's lips Gary pulled Ash to his feet.
"Come on, Ash, we'd better be going." Ash nodded silent agreement.
"Pika. . . " said a drowsy Pikachu, clambering over to Ash. It was quickly followed by an equally tired Eevee. Pikachu quickly leaped up to Ash's shoulder, snuggling down into his neck.
"Ah, I thought that was my job," Gary teased, making Pikachu uneasy. Ash blushed and quieted Pikachu.
"Vee!" said Eevee happily, coming over to Gary's side.
"Chu?"
"Vee! Eevee!"
Pikachu gave a shrug and abandoned Ash's shoulder to join Eevee again. They appeared to be continuing a conversation.
"What a good Eevee I have," Gary said, kissing Ash's now free neck, and Ash felt the now familiar tingling feeling sweep through his spine that he always felt when he was close to Gary. He slipped his arm about Ash's waist and the two walked slowly out of the cave, their Pokemon leading the way, Pikachu studiously avoiding glancing back.
Ash laughed. "Don't worry. I'm sure Pikachu will get over it. He's just jealous."
"Of course he is. I'm not worried, but I won't show any mercy. If I want you all to myself I'm very well going to get what I want." Ash smiled, enjoying the feeling of Gary's closeness. Never had he felt this way before about anyone. He was sure that Gary was the only one for him, and he knew that they could learn a lot from each other.
As the pair slowly wove their way in between the pattern of trees the cold seemed to steadily increase, only giving Gary and Ash an excuse to get even closer to each other. Ash gripped Gary firmly.
"You know, Gary, as nice as you are, I wouldn't mind a sweater too much now," Ash breathed through chattering teeth." Gary responded by turning Ash to him and locking his lips in a deep and passionate kiss, running his fingers through his thick black hair. He caressed his cheek with his slightly rough hand and deepened the kiss. They finally broke gasing for air.
"I'm afraid that's about all I can offer you right now," said Gary.
"I'll live," Ash said with a sensuous smile. They resumed their previous position, slightly warmed, and continued their treck. They had been walking for a few minutes when soft white flakes began to fall from the sky.
Ash grinned at the sight of the snow slowly increasing and filling the air with it's dancing white. Snowflakes slowly congreagated on both of their eyelashes and dusted their hair.
In spite of the fact that Gary was shivering, he said, "Well, it's certainly an improvement from the rain!"
"What could be more perfect than being here in your arms when it's snowing? This is a fantasy I've had for the longest time, Gary, and it's come true."
"Well, a warm fire for starters," Gary grinned, "But I agree, it's wonderful."
They had wandered after Pikachu and Eevee until the sun was high in the sky when the trees began to thin out. By this time there was a layer of snow across the ground struggling to cover the tips of the grass.
At this time Misty and Brock were in camp very nearby, crouching near to a dying campfire.
"Brock, I'm going to go and get some more firewood, okay?"
"Sure, Misty. Here, take my pocket knife and cut some of the lower limbs off of a nearby tree. Be sure to get the ones that don't have any snow on them."
"I know, Brock," Misty said, reaching out for Brock's pocket knife. He handed it to her, and his hand closed on hers, holding her from leaving. Misty's face was turned away.
"Misty, he'll be okay."
"I know, but- oh, I'm just so worried about him!" Misty cried, returning her tear-filled gaze to Brock's.
"He will. I promise you," Brock said sincerely, before freeing her hand. Misty gave him a forced smile.
"Thanks, Brock." Misty headed off towards the surrounding trees, Brock watching her leave sadly.
Gary and Ash paused as they heard the familiar sound of Misty and Brock's voices.
"Hey, I guess we found them," said Ash, feigning a cheerful manner.
"Yeah, I guess. Ash, you know I probably won't get to see you for a while. I'm not sure how I'll survive till then, but I'll try. It seems I'm losing you right after I've found you," Gary shook his head. "I don't want to say goodbye, Ash."
Ash drew close up to Gary, burying his head on his chest. "Don't worry. I won't think of anyone but you until I see you again."
"Oh, Ash." Ash and Gary's lips met once again, creating a nearly substantial fire between them. Ash's fingers ran along Gary's back, and Gary's fingers tangled in Ash's hair. Their passion was abruptly halted by a shrill scream.
Ash's head snapped to the left to see Misty's slender figure standing against the thin veil of trees that had been their cover.
"Ash. . . how could you. . . " Tears streamed down Misty's face. She looked brokenly at him and then at the pocket knife she held in her hand.
"Misty!" came Brock's voice. He appeared just feet from her. Misty shut her eyes and raised the knife as Brock leaped toward her. Everything started happening at once. Misty withdrew her hand and thrust it hard in the direction of her chest as Brock caught her arm and halted it's progress. Unfortunately, the knife had already penetrated inches into her skin.
"Oh, God," said Brock. He gently pulled out the knife, and a river of crimson flowed across Misty's clothes and onto the white snow, melting it where it touched. Brock tossed the knife aside and pressed his hands to Misty's wound, applying pressure to try to slow the bleeding. "We've got to get her a doctor right away," he said, struggling to keep his voice steady. "Ash, get my Zubat for me." Ash obediently dashed to the campsite they had set up and retrieved one of Brock's pokeballs. He tossed it to the ground and Zubat came out.
"Zubat, see if you can spot a hospital from here," Brock ordered. Zubat immediately flew into the air.
"Zuu!" Zubat cried, heading to the East. Brock scooped up Misty's limp body and followed after Zubat.
"Come on, guys! We don't have any time to waste!" Brock called to Ash and Gary, taking care to keep Misty supported. They quickly followed after Brock at a jog, determined to do whatever they could to help Misty.
Tears fell from Ash's eyes. "This is my fault," he whispered.
"No, Ash. No more your fault than anyone else's," Gary said. They proceeded in silence until the welcome sight of a town greeted them. They charged in and up to the closest person, which was an old man.
"Excuse me-" Brock said breathlessly. The man glanced at Misty in Brock's arms.
"The hospital's that way, son," he said, pointing down a street. Brock immediately set off in the indicated direction.
"Thank you," said Ash. The man just nodded knowingly. Precious minutes later they reached the hospital. Gary and Ash opened the doors for Brock.
"Emergency!" gasped Brock. Immediately nurses attended to him, putting Misty, who had lost a lot of blood, onto a stretcher and wheeling her off into an emergency room. Brock tried to follow, even though he knew that he couldn't. He ran alongside Misty's body until she was put into the Emergency Room, where he was stopped by doctors.
"I'm sorry, but you can't go in there. If you'll stay in the waiting room we're let you know as soon as we have news of her condition." Brock nodded and walked into the waiting room where Gary and Ash were waiting for them. An hour of awkward near silence passed before a doctor greeted them.
"So?" asked Brock.
"Good news. It's not critical. She should be just fine. Most of it was blood loss, which we've replaced. The wound should be healed in weeks, and manageable in days. She's not yet conscious, but you can visit her if you want."
"Thank you," Brock said graciously. The three headed nervously into Misty's room.
Ash looked at her peacefully resting form and felt overwhelmingly guilty. Brock noticed the tears in his eyes.
"I don't blame you, Ash." he said. "She'll live."
"But, she loved me."
"And who could blame her?" Gary said tenderly. "I regret that she can't have you, but I think she'll get along better with Brock anyhow."
Brock gave him an exhausted smile. Gary placed an arm around Ash's shoulders, then darted a look at Brock.
"I don't mind," said Brock. Ash raised his eyebrows. "Come on, Ash, I'm a guy. I know these things."
"You mean you knew all along that I-"
"Well, I suspected, anyhow. I don't have a problem with it, but I'm afraid Misty's another story." They all looked at Misty. Brock gently stroked her soft red hair, and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. Slowly, Misty stirred.
"Brock. . ." said Misty. Her gaze travelled past him to Ash and Gary, and the pain in her eyes was once again apparant. "Ash." She turned her head away.
"Oh, Misty," said Brock. "You don't know how you scared me. Please, I know how much pain you're in, but please don't throw your life away. Misty, I need you." Misty turned wide eyes to Brock.
"Misty, I love you." Misty opened her mouth. Brock placed a finger on her lips. "It's okay. I know and understand that you don't love me. You love Ash. But always know that I love you and will be here for you. Perhaps, in time. . ." Brock let his sentence hang in the air. Misty's eyes softened and she gave him a gentle smile.
"As is probably apparant, Misty, I love Gary," Ash said gently. "I hope that you can forgive me, and I still consider you my dearest friend. I would love to stay in your company, but right now I think the best thing I could do for you is leave you alone. Give Brock a chance, he's a good guy." Tears streamed down Misty's face.
"I understand, Ash. And I- I hope you're happy." Ash walked over and gently kissed Misty's cheek.
"I'll always love you, Misty, as my friend." Misty smiled at him.
"I guess I'll be seeing you," she said. Ash smiled at her. Gary and Ash walked out of the hospital room, glancing back at Misty and Brock through the window. Misty was crying into Brock's supporting arms. Gary took Ash's hand in his.
"I love you, Gary," whispered Ash.
"I know, Ash. I love you."
The two walked off hand in hand, to face any challenges the world gave them together. They knew that they could handle anything, so long as they were together. Together forever.
I hope you liked! Please review or give me an email letting me know what you thought. Oh, and PLEASE review the story, not the story IDEA just because you're not into yaoi, and don't review me. Please refrain from telling me things like I am a "frekin freak" because chances are I already know. ^.^ If you have criticism, make it constructive. Thanks! Love ya!