Situations, just random occurrences that all seem to fall into place at certain time. All that situations are, really, once you start to look at them. Still, so situations are hard to look at like that. They are what you want most, but you can't have. Situations like that can wound us, and turn us against us one another. They can also strengthen our resolve and make us far stronger...
Ash found himself in quite a comical situation himself. Last night, after Misty rescued him from the bathroom, they had decided to have night in. Ash had ordered a pizza, and Misty had went across the street to some videos. The videos weren't the best...'Waterworld' and æThe Bridges of Madison County', but it was a night of the two of them and Pikachu.
As the night went on, Ash and Misty curled on the couch together. Just holding each other, doing nothing else. That was one of the things Ash enjoyed most about his relationship with Misty...even if it was only a day old. They could get into making out together, but she didn't expect it. Which made their relationship special, it wasn't one of physical attraction, but a connection with the other person.
It was getting late that night, the food was gone, and Pikachu had called it a night. Now the two of them were alone. Ash leaned into to kiss Misty when something went wrong. He just lost control of his eyelids. They slowly crept down, covering eyes...meaning he was falling asleep. He drifted...drifted...and drifted off into dreamland. This just wasn't his day for good Misty fantasies was it? His good Misty dream, and he wakes up....his first time alone in a dark room with her and he falls asleep. Ash made a note to hurt himself when he woke up..
Now, the comical situation was that he didn't have to hit himself over the head with a ball- peen hammer, because Misty was right where she was last night....right beside him. Ash had to hold back a chuckle, because it would wake her. She must have dozen off at about the same he did. Well, they had sprawled out, with their legs almost, but not completely touching. Their bodies on the other hand, were pushing against each other. Not that it was a bad thing mind you, but Ash wanted to get up and use the bathroom but he couldn't because he'd wake Misty.
Instead he took to more constructive uses of his time than trying figure out how he could get Ivysaur to use its four vine whips to lift Misty. Her face was about and his, because she had slithered up there in the midnight he guessed. He gazed at her, sleeping so peacefully. Just like a little baby, full of innocence and unutterable joy.
He gently ran his hand down the right side of her face. He had gained some motor skills the past few years, and this was his ultimate test. His fingers danced across the her face, trying not to stay in place for too long of she'd feel a difference in pressure. He moved swiftly down her face though, trying to enjoy ever last second before his hand left her soft skin. Well his skills worked, she didn't wake up. She only got that warming smile that he had seen only a few glimpses of during the time that he had known Misty. Here it was though, staring him in face, dissolving every fiber of his being.
He just laid there and stared at that smile, hoping it would never go away. Yet like all things it did however, as the little mouse Pikachu appeared. Pikachu was blunt and pulled on Ash's arm as he looked at the clock. It was almost time him to go, he had to do what was one of his worst nightmares was...trying to wake Misty.
Well, Ash would do what he could to wake up Misty before having to call on the heavy artillery. At first he just shook her, softly of course. That didn't work, then he started to shake harder, and harder...still nothing.
"Misty, I have to go..." Ash said, trying to be as nice to his sleeping girlfriend as he could.
"All right sweetheart." Misty said. Ash, obviously, very surprised by Misty's response, dropped his jaw before he did the math. She was dreaming about them. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead...even though she was still asleep, he shouldn't try to get caught with his pants down.
"I love you, and I'll be back as soon as I can." Ash said, stroking his sleeping girlfriend's cheek..
Ash wanted to stay longer, but he had to leave. He rolled to his right and fell off of the couch. He landed with a loud thud...but that wasn't as loud as Misty starting to snore. Ash knew he was safe, and grabbing his League Cap and vest, and Pikachu next to him, the two to of them left for the tourney.
Misty was a more notorious sleeper than even Ash. She could sleep through anything, rain, sleet, a tornado, even a nuclear detonation. Today was no different, she would wake up with her alarm clock...but one key thing was missing today, her clock. So she would sleep on until either she had a nightmare or she had to go to the bathroom.
Her blatter was also legendary for its endurance. It was known for its ability to retain water for days. With no chance of going to the bathroom, Misty was out like a light until she wanted to get up.
Misty dreamed in quite a different way than most. Most people's dreams went in one continuous flow, following a specific theme. Some people dreamed of who they loved, while others dreamed their most erotic fantasies. She on the other hand dreamed in a random alignments of images. She could cover her visions of years a matter of minutes, but never really get a good look at where she was.
Tonight was no different for Misty's abnormal dream mind. She was dreaming about the one thing she had on her mind...Ash. Her dreams had come true, but since her mind jumped so often from sequence to sequence, she never got a long look at what she imagined their relationship would be like. She had made guesses, but never visualized it. That was reality now, and not the realm of fantasies...or was it?
She was dreaming about what their lives would be like. It was actually pretty weird she thought. She would jump from moment to moment, barely seeing any detail, just a person or unclear image. Everything was an out of body experience for she was flying above everything that happened First she started as back she remembered. It was the first time she had ever met Ash. He had stolen her bike while she was fishing for more Pokemon to save Pikachu and escape a horde of Spearows. She then began to jump forward, through their travels. His first battle with Brock, their battle, the battles with the rest of the Gym Leaders, then the Elite Four.
Their parting followed soon afterwards, and she finally saw what had happened. They had both acted happy and sincere. Those false projections of emotion were what started the demons...that only after five years had been dispelled.
Misty continued to fly forward, through her years of regret and beating herself up. Then to yesterday, the day Ash came back and her life had meaning again. All right, maybe she was being a little mellow dramatic, but Ash coming back, and saying that he loved her, was pretty big in her book.
Then something strange started to happen. Tonight she had been able to see the moments clearer than ever before...but then everything turned into a blur. This was something new for Misty's dreams...she couldn't see anything that was happening around her. Even in her normal dreams she could see what would happen for a few seconds. She'd be able to focus on a person or an image in the dream...but never see it in all of its beauty. Now it was just a blur of color, no people to focus on. She was starting to wonder what was going on when another strange thing happened.
This even stranger thing started quite simply. She saw a bright light ahead of her, and she was moving towards it. Faster and faster she approached the light, like she was plummeting into a black hole. Misty began to wonder what was happening to her. She had heard the stories that when people die, they heads towards a light at the end of the tunnel, and they see their life flash before their eyes. Had she died, and was heading to the great beyond?
She was scared now, very scared. She then began to think of how she was going to try and escape wherever she was. She was flying, so tried to turn around and fly away. Her plan didn't work quite as she hoped. She couldn't escape, in fact the light began to suck her in even faster than before. Misty closed her eyes and braced for the worst as she dropped, like a drop of water into a bucket, into the blinding abyss before her. She fell..and fell...and fell...
Misty braced herself...but nothing, absolutely nothing. She had brought her arms up to her face from the light that she was falling into. She lowered them, and opened her delicate blue eyes
Misty was astounded by what she saw.
She was sitting on a huge sweeping patio, on a hand carved wooden swing. What laid before her was a beautiful beach, the type that she had only read about in stories. It had virgin white sands, without a stone or shell in sight to detract from the sight. Pure blue waves lapped up against the beach, shimmering in what was left of the sunlight. A sunset that put the ones out in the meadows to shame decorated the evening sky from where she sat.
Her eyes were fixated out on the beautiful display out on the ocean. It was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. Then her eyes caught something moving offshore...they were large and blue. As a huge neck revealed itself, she saw a full pod of Lapras appear from below the surface and proceed to relax out on the sea. She was amazed by what she saw when something happened that broke her fixation on the scene out to sea...she was hit.
She was hit by something, actually kicked to be more precise. She started to look around to see what had happened when something caught her eye. It was in the area of her stomach, and she had just given it a quick eyeball. Yet she was forced to do a double take at herself. She slowly turned her head, bringing her eyes to bear on her lower body. Slowly, almost too slowly, her head did a ninety-degree turn. Finally though she was able to look down at her body and had the scariest surprise of her life.
Misty had never, ever had a normal dream. Considering this, she never had any of those really weird dreams about the future. Well, since this was her first real dream, when she looked down she got quite a shock...and another kick. What was it that she saw when she looked down...it was her belly.
Well kind of, for it blocked out her view of her legs. This was where Misty finally understood all that had happened. She was dreaming her first real, non-moving dream. That was why everything was so detailed. That was the light she was falling into, a divider between this dream she was in now and the one she had been in...still, this dream was a doozie. She had, of course, had almost fainted from the sight. She was dreaming that she was somewhere by the perfect place, and she was pregnant...of course for a paradise fantasy the being pregnant part was quite out of place.
After a few seconds, and allowing her to adjust to her new surroundings, she ran her hands across her belly. She was large, quite round in fact, but for some reason she had a feeling of pure happiness. Like this was everything she needed...but then where was Ash? These two things were clashing completely...she was about two seconds away from making the connection when the baby kicked again. This time her hand was right over where the baby kicked, and she felt it. She just smiled, that was all she could do. She was lost in some strange dream that she thought was paradise...but where was Ash...
If Misty had put two and two together, she could have easily figured out where Ash was. Yet it wasn't until he came out onto the patio that Misty finally got the concept of this dream. He came out, sat on the swing, and just wrapped his warm arms around her pregnant belly.
She hadn't crossed over into a new dream, she hadn't left the one where she was dreaming about Ash and herself, but had just jumped into another part of it. She was dreaming about what she hoped their lives together would be like. She loved what she saw, and only hoped that their lives turned out to be anywhere near what this was.
Misty then caught a glimpse of what Ash looked like. He had to have aged ten years in this dream, and he looked incredible. He just smiled at her, and he saw that little kid from the first day they met. He just leaned up to kiss him when a phone went off. Even in her dreams she was tormented by phones. Ash sighed...he knew what was going on.
"Misty, I have to go..." he said.
"All right sweetheart." she said. Misty was stunned at what she said. Where'd she get the sweetheart from? It had just kind of wormed its way out of her mouth, but for some strange reason it felt right. Then Ash leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She loved it when he did that, it just struck the romantic in her.
"I love you and I'll be back as soon as I can." he said, as he disappeared from the patio and Misty was left alone, just swaying...when something strange happened...the light appeared again...and she disappeared from her perfect vision of happiness.
Misty opened her eyes, to a blur of the world. She brushed the sleep out of them, and yawned. She went to kiss Ash, whom she had accidently fallen asleep on top of last night, and he was gone. She ended up kissing the bushy fabric covering on the couch instead of her boyfriend. She wondered where he had gone...when she saw the time. It was nearly ten o'clock and Ash had to be at the arena by nine o'clock for the tournament. She could have beat herself senseless for not waking up, instead she had to let Ash head down there by himself. She had fallen asleep in her clothes, and had no time to waste. She ran out of the door and headed for the Cerulean Arena, only hoping she wasn't to late to see Ash's first match...
Ash looked at his watch, it was ten-twenty. There was no sign of Misty, which worried him. He knew she slept like a rock, but still, she have been up by now. His first match was in three minutes and he wanted her to be here for that. Also it worried him that maybe she wasn't okay...
The Public Announcement system had been blaring all morning with various members of the community and Pokemon League giving long winded speeches about how glad they were to be here at this great event and about how to help make the city and the Pokemon League part of a brighter future by donating really large amounts of funds to both of their causes. Finally though, it died for only a minute, but the announcer, Skip Micheals, popped on to begin the broadcast...that meant it was time.
"Welcome everyone to the first match of the Cerulean Super Ball, the first match of the new international Pokemon League. The first matches will be for the coveted eight spots within the Oriental League for the World Tour. After that, during next week, the World Tour will holds its first match with various trainers from all over the world will come here and battle in this decisive first showdown." he commentated. Commentating was a certain way of talking, his voice modulated more or maybe it was that he used more excitement in his voice...all Ash knew was that when someone commentated, it was a unique voice.
"Our first match up today is quite a good one. The Oriental Pokemon League Champion Ash Ketchum with square off against A.J. Fiyuti. It's a 3-v-3 fight, with Ketchum fielding Pikachu, Charizard, and Tauros. While Fiyuti is using Sandslash, Beedril, and Raticate. Expect this to be one great fight! Now, entering the arena to your left, Ash Ketchum!" Micheals screamed over the loud speakers.
It was time for him to go on, and still no Misty...then he felt a tug on his arm. He turned around to find a face staring him down and kissing him. Although he had only kissed Misty a few times, he knew it was her, not some bizarre stalker out to kiss then kill him. It lasted for a few seconds before they stopped. "Good luck...and if you ever leave me alone without telling me where your going again, I'll be forced to kill you." she said, smiling a rye smile.
Ash, now knowing she was here went out for the biggest tournament of his life...and the words of Misty ringing in his head. He knew if he did run off without telling her, she really would kill him...and that was what loved so much about her.
Ash found himself in quite a comical situation himself. Last night, after Misty rescued him from the bathroom, they had decided to have night in. Ash had ordered a pizza, and Misty had went across the street to some videos. The videos weren't the best...'Waterworld' and æThe Bridges of Madison County', but it was a night of the two of them and Pikachu.
As the night went on, Ash and Misty curled on the couch together. Just holding each other, doing nothing else. That was one of the things Ash enjoyed most about his relationship with Misty...even if it was only a day old. They could get into making out together, but she didn't expect it. Which made their relationship special, it wasn't one of physical attraction, but a connection with the other person.
It was getting late that night, the food was gone, and Pikachu had called it a night. Now the two of them were alone. Ash leaned into to kiss Misty when something went wrong. He just lost control of his eyelids. They slowly crept down, covering eyes...meaning he was falling asleep. He drifted...drifted...and drifted off into dreamland. This just wasn't his day for good Misty fantasies was it? His good Misty dream, and he wakes up....his first time alone in a dark room with her and he falls asleep. Ash made a note to hurt himself when he woke up..
Now, the comical situation was that he didn't have to hit himself over the head with a ball- peen hammer, because Misty was right where she was last night....right beside him. Ash had to hold back a chuckle, because it would wake her. She must have dozen off at about the same he did. Well, they had sprawled out, with their legs almost, but not completely touching. Their bodies on the other hand, were pushing against each other. Not that it was a bad thing mind you, but Ash wanted to get up and use the bathroom but he couldn't because he'd wake Misty.
Instead he took to more constructive uses of his time than trying figure out how he could get Ivysaur to use its four vine whips to lift Misty. Her face was about and his, because she had slithered up there in the midnight he guessed. He gazed at her, sleeping so peacefully. Just like a little baby, full of innocence and unutterable joy.
He gently ran his hand down the right side of her face. He had gained some motor skills the past few years, and this was his ultimate test. His fingers danced across the her face, trying not to stay in place for too long of she'd feel a difference in pressure. He moved swiftly down her face though, trying to enjoy ever last second before his hand left her soft skin. Well his skills worked, she didn't wake up. She only got that warming smile that he had seen only a few glimpses of during the time that he had known Misty. Here it was though, staring him in face, dissolving every fiber of his being.
He just laid there and stared at that smile, hoping it would never go away. Yet like all things it did however, as the little mouse Pikachu appeared. Pikachu was blunt and pulled on Ash's arm as he looked at the clock. It was almost time him to go, he had to do what was one of his worst nightmares was...trying to wake Misty.
Well, Ash would do what he could to wake up Misty before having to call on the heavy artillery. At first he just shook her, softly of course. That didn't work, then he started to shake harder, and harder...still nothing.
"Misty, I have to go..." Ash said, trying to be as nice to his sleeping girlfriend as he could.
"All right sweetheart." Misty said. Ash, obviously, very surprised by Misty's response, dropped his jaw before he did the math. She was dreaming about them. He smiled and kissed her on the forehead...even though she was still asleep, he shouldn't try to get caught with his pants down.
"I love you, and I'll be back as soon as I can." Ash said, stroking his sleeping girlfriend's cheek..
Ash wanted to stay longer, but he had to leave. He rolled to his right and fell off of the couch. He landed with a loud thud...but that wasn't as loud as Misty starting to snore. Ash knew he was safe, and grabbing his League Cap and vest, and Pikachu next to him, the two to of them left for the tourney.
Misty was a more notorious sleeper than even Ash. She could sleep through anything, rain, sleet, a tornado, even a nuclear detonation. Today was no different, she would wake up with her alarm clock...but one key thing was missing today, her clock. So she would sleep on until either she had a nightmare or she had to go to the bathroom.
Her blatter was also legendary for its endurance. It was known for its ability to retain water for days. With no chance of going to the bathroom, Misty was out like a light until she wanted to get up.
Misty dreamed in quite a different way than most. Most people's dreams went in one continuous flow, following a specific theme. Some people dreamed of who they loved, while others dreamed their most erotic fantasies. She on the other hand dreamed in a random alignments of images. She could cover her visions of years a matter of minutes, but never really get a good look at where she was.
Tonight was no different for Misty's abnormal dream mind. She was dreaming about the one thing she had on her mind...Ash. Her dreams had come true, but since her mind jumped so often from sequence to sequence, she never got a long look at what she imagined their relationship would be like. She had made guesses, but never visualized it. That was reality now, and not the realm of fantasies...or was it?
She was dreaming about what their lives would be like. It was actually pretty weird she thought. She would jump from moment to moment, barely seeing any detail, just a person or unclear image. Everything was an out of body experience for she was flying above everything that happened First she started as back she remembered. It was the first time she had ever met Ash. He had stolen her bike while she was fishing for more Pokemon to save Pikachu and escape a horde of Spearows. She then began to jump forward, through their travels. His first battle with Brock, their battle, the battles with the rest of the Gym Leaders, then the Elite Four.
Their parting followed soon afterwards, and she finally saw what had happened. They had both acted happy and sincere. Those false projections of emotion were what started the demons...that only after five years had been dispelled.
Misty continued to fly forward, through her years of regret and beating herself up. Then to yesterday, the day Ash came back and her life had meaning again. All right, maybe she was being a little mellow dramatic, but Ash coming back, and saying that he loved her, was pretty big in her book.
Then something strange started to happen. Tonight she had been able to see the moments clearer than ever before...but then everything turned into a blur. This was something new for Misty's dreams...she couldn't see anything that was happening around her. Even in her normal dreams she could see what would happen for a few seconds. She'd be able to focus on a person or an image in the dream...but never see it in all of its beauty. Now it was just a blur of color, no people to focus on. She was starting to wonder what was going on when another strange thing happened.
This even stranger thing started quite simply. She saw a bright light ahead of her, and she was moving towards it. Faster and faster she approached the light, like she was plummeting into a black hole. Misty began to wonder what was happening to her. She had heard the stories that when people die, they heads towards a light at the end of the tunnel, and they see their life flash before their eyes. Had she died, and was heading to the great beyond?
She was scared now, very scared. She then began to think of how she was going to try and escape wherever she was. She was flying, so tried to turn around and fly away. Her plan didn't work quite as she hoped. She couldn't escape, in fact the light began to suck her in even faster than before. Misty closed her eyes and braced for the worst as she dropped, like a drop of water into a bucket, into the blinding abyss before her. She fell..and fell...and fell...
Misty braced herself...but nothing, absolutely nothing. She had brought her arms up to her face from the light that she was falling into. She lowered them, and opened her delicate blue eyes
Misty was astounded by what she saw.
She was sitting on a huge sweeping patio, on a hand carved wooden swing. What laid before her was a beautiful beach, the type that she had only read about in stories. It had virgin white sands, without a stone or shell in sight to detract from the sight. Pure blue waves lapped up against the beach, shimmering in what was left of the sunlight. A sunset that put the ones out in the meadows to shame decorated the evening sky from where she sat.
Her eyes were fixated out on the beautiful display out on the ocean. It was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. Then her eyes caught something moving offshore...they were large and blue. As a huge neck revealed itself, she saw a full pod of Lapras appear from below the surface and proceed to relax out on the sea. She was amazed by what she saw when something happened that broke her fixation on the scene out to sea...she was hit.
She was hit by something, actually kicked to be more precise. She started to look around to see what had happened when something caught her eye. It was in the area of her stomach, and she had just given it a quick eyeball. Yet she was forced to do a double take at herself. She slowly turned her head, bringing her eyes to bear on her lower body. Slowly, almost too slowly, her head did a ninety-degree turn. Finally though she was able to look down at her body and had the scariest surprise of her life.
Misty had never, ever had a normal dream. Considering this, she never had any of those really weird dreams about the future. Well, since this was her first real dream, when she looked down she got quite a shock...and another kick. What was it that she saw when she looked down...it was her belly.
Well kind of, for it blocked out her view of her legs. This was where Misty finally understood all that had happened. She was dreaming her first real, non-moving dream. That was why everything was so detailed. That was the light she was falling into, a divider between this dream she was in now and the one she had been in...still, this dream was a doozie. She had, of course, had almost fainted from the sight. She was dreaming that she was somewhere by the perfect place, and she was pregnant...of course for a paradise fantasy the being pregnant part was quite out of place.
After a few seconds, and allowing her to adjust to her new surroundings, she ran her hands across her belly. She was large, quite round in fact, but for some reason she had a feeling of pure happiness. Like this was everything she needed...but then where was Ash? These two things were clashing completely...she was about two seconds away from making the connection when the baby kicked again. This time her hand was right over where the baby kicked, and she felt it. She just smiled, that was all she could do. She was lost in some strange dream that she thought was paradise...but where was Ash...
If Misty had put two and two together, she could have easily figured out where Ash was. Yet it wasn't until he came out onto the patio that Misty finally got the concept of this dream. He came out, sat on the swing, and just wrapped his warm arms around her pregnant belly.
She hadn't crossed over into a new dream, she hadn't left the one where she was dreaming about Ash and herself, but had just jumped into another part of it. She was dreaming about what she hoped their lives together would be like. She loved what she saw, and only hoped that their lives turned out to be anywhere near what this was.
Misty then caught a glimpse of what Ash looked like. He had to have aged ten years in this dream, and he looked incredible. He just smiled at her, and he saw that little kid from the first day they met. He just leaned up to kiss him when a phone went off. Even in her dreams she was tormented by phones. Ash sighed...he knew what was going on.
"Misty, I have to go..." he said.
"All right sweetheart." she said. Misty was stunned at what she said. Where'd she get the sweetheart from? It had just kind of wormed its way out of her mouth, but for some strange reason it felt right. Then Ash leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. She loved it when he did that, it just struck the romantic in her.
"I love you and I'll be back as soon as I can." he said, as he disappeared from the patio and Misty was left alone, just swaying...when something strange happened...the light appeared again...and she disappeared from her perfect vision of happiness.
Misty opened her eyes, to a blur of the world. She brushed the sleep out of them, and yawned. She went to kiss Ash, whom she had accidently fallen asleep on top of last night, and he was gone. She ended up kissing the bushy fabric covering on the couch instead of her boyfriend. She wondered where he had gone...when she saw the time. It was nearly ten o'clock and Ash had to be at the arena by nine o'clock for the tournament. She could have beat herself senseless for not waking up, instead she had to let Ash head down there by himself. She had fallen asleep in her clothes, and had no time to waste. She ran out of the door and headed for the Cerulean Arena, only hoping she wasn't to late to see Ash's first match...
Ash looked at his watch, it was ten-twenty. There was no sign of Misty, which worried him. He knew she slept like a rock, but still, she have been up by now. His first match was in three minutes and he wanted her to be here for that. Also it worried him that maybe she wasn't okay...
The Public Announcement system had been blaring all morning with various members of the community and Pokemon League giving long winded speeches about how glad they were to be here at this great event and about how to help make the city and the Pokemon League part of a brighter future by donating really large amounts of funds to both of their causes. Finally though, it died for only a minute, but the announcer, Skip Micheals, popped on to begin the broadcast...that meant it was time.
"Welcome everyone to the first match of the Cerulean Super Ball, the first match of the new international Pokemon League. The first matches will be for the coveted eight spots within the Oriental League for the World Tour. After that, during next week, the World Tour will holds its first match with various trainers from all over the world will come here and battle in this decisive first showdown." he commentated. Commentating was a certain way of talking, his voice modulated more or maybe it was that he used more excitement in his voice...all Ash knew was that when someone commentated, it was a unique voice.
"Our first match up today is quite a good one. The Oriental Pokemon League Champion Ash Ketchum with square off against A.J. Fiyuti. It's a 3-v-3 fight, with Ketchum fielding Pikachu, Charizard, and Tauros. While Fiyuti is using Sandslash, Beedril, and Raticate. Expect this to be one great fight! Now, entering the arena to your left, Ash Ketchum!" Micheals screamed over the loud speakers.
It was time for him to go on, and still no Misty...then he felt a tug on his arm. He turned around to find a face staring him down and kissing him. Although he had only kissed Misty a few times, he knew it was her, not some bizarre stalker out to kiss then kill him. It lasted for a few seconds before they stopped. "Good luck...and if you ever leave me alone without telling me where your going again, I'll be forced to kill you." she said, smiling a rye smile.
Ash, now knowing she was here went out for the biggest tournament of his life...and the words of Misty ringing in his head. He knew if he did run off without telling her, she really would kill him...and that was what loved so much about her.
