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"They're three hours late, where could they be?" Ash wondered. He looked up from his watch and saw Jesse and James resting against the Viridian City sign. As he walked over to ask about Brock and Misty, he saw them look around nervously.
This was obviously not their favorite place to be.
They informed him that Brock and Misty had to meet with their teacher for a while and that they maybe had an hour left. Jesse told him that they would be at Cinnabar Island for spring vacation. They wished each other a good time and headed off in different directions.
Ash sighed as he passed the Viridian Forest sign. It would take him a good half hour to get to the hidden school. He remembered back when they found Jesse and James close to death right next to the sign where they'd stopped to rest. He didn't want to help them then but he regretted it now. Turns out they were the nicest people ever.
Ash stopped and gazed up at the school.
/Only in Viridian Forest could there be a hidden school this big/ he thought. He'd been to the campus before, several times in fact. He even had his own key to the dorm. It had been a while since he had last visited though, and he was use to the small buildings of Pallet.
He got off the elevator at the eighth floor and glanced at his watch.
"I guess Brock and Misty still have about another half hour left," he quietly thought aloud. He didn't even bother to knock and he his key into the lock.
He closed the door behind him, threw his bag on the couch and barely held in a high-pitched scream when he heard it yelp "itai!" Misty sat up and looked around as she rubbed her head.
"Ash? Nani..." Misty said groggily. "ASH!" She jumped up and glomped him.
"What's all the fuss about?" Brock asked, strolling out of the bedroom, just beginning to pull on a green shirt. He saw Ash, ran across the small room and gave him an equally big hug, dropping his shirt in the process.
"Are you hungry? Are you tired? You must be tired, you walked all that way. I'll go get you someth-"
"Whoa, whoa, Brock. Slow down. I'm not tired at all," he said as he retrieved Brock's shirt for him. "I am a bit hungry though." That was all Brock needed to hear. He took his shirt and disappeared into the kitchen.
"So, Misty...daijobu desu ka?" Ash asked, looking her over. He concluded to himself that she looked a little pale and probably wasn't in the best of health.
"Iie, everything's wrong!" she sighed as she flopped down on the couch. Ash took the seat next to her on the old, lime green couch. The same old ratty thing that folded out and formed the bed he slept on whenever he visited. No one really knew how old the couch really was.
He leaned back and remembered how he and Misty would fight almost every time they spoke to each other. They hadn't always been the best of friends. That was all past them now and he looked up to and admired her. Sort of like a big sister.
"You remember how my sisters acted toward me when you went to battle for the Cascade Badge?"
Misty's eyes started to water and she fidgeted with the belt of Brock's robe, which hung loosely over her shoulders. He nodded and handed her his handkerchief.
"They still can't get it through their thick makeup that I'm just as good as them. I left Cerulean a long time ago because I stopped trying to make them accept me, *or* my talents. That's when you stole my bike in Viridian," she said, wiping her eyes and then proceeding to blow her nose. "As a matter of fact, you've never paid me back." The strength was back in her voice.
"Uh, ja ...umm -" Ash started, looking around for an excuse.
"Food's ready," Brock announced as he placed the last plate on the table. Ash leapt from the couch immediately at the sight of it. Misty wiped her eyes and decided against blowing her nose as she sat down at the table.
"How ya feeling now, Misty?" Brock asked. "You still look awfully pale, like your energies being drained or something." Misty didn't look up, instead she wiped her eyes again.
BBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!
"I'll get it," Misty sighed as she sluggishly got up and answered the phone.
"Konnichi wa? Nani?! Uh ...um..."
Brock looked up from his dinner and saw Misty shaking and looking paler than snow. He got up slowly and started to walk toward her. Ash saw Brock get up and followed him with his eyes. He dropped his fork and stopped everything, just gawking at Brock holding a sobbing Misty. By this time she had dropped the phone and it produced nothing but a dial tone. Brock picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"I think she'll be okay, she just needs to rest now," Brock said, quietly shutting the door behind him. "She's been like this all week. Every now and then she has a fainting spell and she looks like - you saw the way she looked!" Ash nodded and slowly turned his gaze up to Brock.
"You sure she'll be okay?" Ash asked. Brock just shrugged as he sat down and slowly finished his dinner, a look of confusion and contemplation plastered across his face. Ash just sat there staring at the phone.
****
Brock stood in his maroon boxers, holding the frying pan high over his head.
/Whoever it is won't be expecting this/ he thought, glancing at Misty perched on the other side of the door. The moon shone through the window and made her body glow with a silvery blue tint. It streaked all the way down her back and outlined her gentle curves, making her orange thong glow a fiery red. He was never able to understand how she could wear something like that.
She held her weapon of choice in one hand while she fixed her tight half tank. He flashed his gaze toward the couch.
Ash was sound asleep.
They had both awakened when they heard someone trying to open the front door. Brock had jumped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Misty. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed his trusty frying pan. He made his way to the front door only to meet Misty there. She was armed with her copy of War and Peace.
"Brock, this is insane. We've been here for 45 minutes and nothing's happened," Misty complained quietly, relaxing a bit from her butt-kicking pose.
"Yeah, you're right," he replayed. "Let's go to bed. Tomorrow's Monday, which means detention and it starts earlier than usual." With that they headed back to the bedroom. Right as that door closed, Jesse and James came staggering through the front door. They had just awakened from their little nap in the hall.
"Whoa, James...weez gotsta lay off -hick- zee alcihol," Jesse murmured as she rubbed her forehead.
"Jesse? Let's just go to sleep," James whined. With that they barely staggered into the bedroom and passed out before they reached the bed.
****
tbc...
"They're three hours late, where could they be?" Ash wondered. He looked up from his watch and saw Jesse and James resting against the Viridian City sign. As he walked over to ask about Brock and Misty, he saw them look around nervously.
This was obviously not their favorite place to be.
They informed him that Brock and Misty had to meet with their teacher for a while and that they maybe had an hour left. Jesse told him that they would be at Cinnabar Island for spring vacation. They wished each other a good time and headed off in different directions.
Ash sighed as he passed the Viridian Forest sign. It would take him a good half hour to get to the hidden school. He remembered back when they found Jesse and James close to death right next to the sign where they'd stopped to rest. He didn't want to help them then but he regretted it now. Turns out they were the nicest people ever.
Ash stopped and gazed up at the school.
/Only in Viridian Forest could there be a hidden school this big/ he thought. He'd been to the campus before, several times in fact. He even had his own key to the dorm. It had been a while since he had last visited though, and he was use to the small buildings of Pallet.
He got off the elevator at the eighth floor and glanced at his watch.
"I guess Brock and Misty still have about another half hour left," he quietly thought aloud. He didn't even bother to knock and he his key into the lock.
He closed the door behind him, threw his bag on the couch and barely held in a high-pitched scream when he heard it yelp "itai!" Misty sat up and looked around as she rubbed her head.
"Ash? Nani..." Misty said groggily. "ASH!" She jumped up and glomped him.
"What's all the fuss about?" Brock asked, strolling out of the bedroom, just beginning to pull on a green shirt. He saw Ash, ran across the small room and gave him an equally big hug, dropping his shirt in the process.
"Are you hungry? Are you tired? You must be tired, you walked all that way. I'll go get you someth-"
"Whoa, whoa, Brock. Slow down. I'm not tired at all," he said as he retrieved Brock's shirt for him. "I am a bit hungry though." That was all Brock needed to hear. He took his shirt and disappeared into the kitchen.
"So, Misty...daijobu desu ka?" Ash asked, looking her over. He concluded to himself that she looked a little pale and probably wasn't in the best of health.
"Iie, everything's wrong!" she sighed as she flopped down on the couch. Ash took the seat next to her on the old, lime green couch. The same old ratty thing that folded out and formed the bed he slept on whenever he visited. No one really knew how old the couch really was.
He leaned back and remembered how he and Misty would fight almost every time they spoke to each other. They hadn't always been the best of friends. That was all past them now and he looked up to and admired her. Sort of like a big sister.
"You remember how my sisters acted toward me when you went to battle for the Cascade Badge?"
Misty's eyes started to water and she fidgeted with the belt of Brock's robe, which hung loosely over her shoulders. He nodded and handed her his handkerchief.
"They still can't get it through their thick makeup that I'm just as good as them. I left Cerulean a long time ago because I stopped trying to make them accept me, *or* my talents. That's when you stole my bike in Viridian," she said, wiping her eyes and then proceeding to blow her nose. "As a matter of fact, you've never paid me back." The strength was back in her voice.
"Uh, ja ...umm -" Ash started, looking around for an excuse.
"Food's ready," Brock announced as he placed the last plate on the table. Ash leapt from the couch immediately at the sight of it. Misty wiped her eyes and decided against blowing her nose as she sat down at the table.
"How ya feeling now, Misty?" Brock asked. "You still look awfully pale, like your energies being drained or something." Misty didn't look up, instead she wiped her eyes again.
BBBBRRRRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG!!!
"I'll get it," Misty sighed as she sluggishly got up and answered the phone.
"Konnichi wa? Nani?! Uh ...um..."
Brock looked up from his dinner and saw Misty shaking and looking paler than snow. He got up slowly and started to walk toward her. Ash saw Brock get up and followed him with his eyes. He dropped his fork and stopped everything, just gawking at Brock holding a sobbing Misty. By this time she had dropped the phone and it produced nothing but a dial tone. Brock picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
"I think she'll be okay, she just needs to rest now," Brock said, quietly shutting the door behind him. "She's been like this all week. Every now and then she has a fainting spell and she looks like - you saw the way she looked!" Ash nodded and slowly turned his gaze up to Brock.
"You sure she'll be okay?" Ash asked. Brock just shrugged as he sat down and slowly finished his dinner, a look of confusion and contemplation plastered across his face. Ash just sat there staring at the phone.
****
Brock stood in his maroon boxers, holding the frying pan high over his head.
/Whoever it is won't be expecting this/ he thought, glancing at Misty perched on the other side of the door. The moon shone through the window and made her body glow with a silvery blue tint. It streaked all the way down her back and outlined her gentle curves, making her orange thong glow a fiery red. He was never able to understand how she could wear something like that.
She held her weapon of choice in one hand while she fixed her tight half tank. He flashed his gaze toward the couch.
Ash was sound asleep.
They had both awakened when they heard someone trying to open the front door. Brock had jumped out of bed quietly, trying not to wake Misty. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed his trusty frying pan. He made his way to the front door only to meet Misty there. She was armed with her copy of War and Peace.
"Brock, this is insane. We've been here for 45 minutes and nothing's happened," Misty complained quietly, relaxing a bit from her butt-kicking pose.
"Yeah, you're right," he replayed. "Let's go to bed. Tomorrow's Monday, which means detention and it starts earlier than usual." With that they headed back to the bedroom. Right as that door closed, Jesse and James came staggering through the front door. They had just awakened from their little nap in the hall.
"Whoa, James...weez gotsta lay off -hick- zee alcihol," Jesse murmured as she rubbed her forehead.
"Jesse? Let's just go to sleep," James whined. With that they barely staggered into the bedroom and passed out before they reached the bed.
****
tbc...