TITLE: Close your eyes
AUTHOR: Kristina
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ARCHIVING: Sure, but please ask before!DISCLAIMER: I don't own the character, except Krystal ,Jessica and Pat. Pokemon belongs to Nintendo and 4kids productions...etc.. I'm not making any money from this, so don't sue me.
SUMMARY: What if Misty didn't meet Ash when they were younger, but years later?
CATEGORY: A/U, Angst, a tiny dark, Ash & Misty Romance
RATING: Pg-13 (violence and bad words)
FEEDBACK: I didn't put my email there for nothing. I'm dying for it. Makes me write faster. ;) Constructive flames are always welcome, but just don't flame me. Explain.
AUTHORS NOTES: I started this fic one year ago, and stopped to write when I lost my interest in the tv show. But since I'm not the kind of person who starts something and doesn't finish it, I decided sit down and keep writing it. ;)
WARNING: The first part hadn't been beta-read, so there may be mistakes. English isn't my first language, but I'm doing my best. If anyone wants to beta read the next parts, plz email me!
Copyright Kristina; April 2001
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Chapter One ~ Welcome to my nightmare
When the Charizard collapsed, the complete crowd of the Indigo Stadium got up at the same time and started to scream with joy, their hands waving at the winner. The great final battle was over. The looser let himself fell on the ground, disappointed and furious, looking at the winner with resentment, his fists clenched of rage. He could barley hear the animator announcing the name of the great winner. Already, a plan of vengeance took form in his mind. *He* was going to pay.
He made his Charizard return in his pokeball and left, without looking back. He had nothing else to do here, and anyway, he had to start to make his plan in action, which he hoped, would put an end to the career of the young Pokemon trainer. "We'll meet again, Ash Ketchum. We'll meet again!" he muttered to the young man at the other side of the stadium, who couldn't hear him. And, he disappeared in the dark corridor, with as most dignity as possible.
Ash watched him leave, pensive. He had to be careful now. Shrugging with lack of concern, he turned his attention at the people who congratulated him. After all these years, he now was the Pokemon master. His dream had come true. "Good job, Pikachu." Pikachu, perched on Ash's shoulder, simply nodded with contentment. Because of the new attacks Ash learned him, it had been easy for Pikachu to beat Charizard. Ash looked around him and noticed his oldest friend who was trying to make his way to Ash. "Hey Brock
"Hey!" He finally arrived in front of Ash, breathless, and he gave him a friendly embrace. "What a great battle! He never could guess that Pikachu could beat his Charizard. You should have seen his face when Pikachu gave the final shoot! Snap took great pictures. You could them keep in souvenir..." He pointed the photograph, who, with other of Ash's friends, came to see the big match.
"Yeah...well, he's totally furious. He probably won't hesitate to commit murder if it's necessary," confided Ash. Being a Pokemon master wouldn't be so easy that he thought. But he was ready. No one would spoil his dream. No one.
Brock nodded. "He's a bad looser, that's all. Don't worry about him." A group of girls started to push him, so they could reach Ash. "Humm...let's stay calm, ladies...You know, I'm also single, if any of you are interested..." He blushed. The girls, not caring about him, began to scream hysterically Ash's name, jumping as high as they could to see him.
Rolling his eyes, Ash pulled him by the arm. "Let's get out of here. I'm getting tired." He wasn't interested in any of these girls...They wanted only one thing: being able to scream out and loud that they had been able to touch the Pokemon master. Some even had very imaginative ways to try to do so. "Pikachu, lead the way!"
"Pika, pika!" The little electric mouse nodded, happy to finally leave this place, which was beginning to be too small for him.
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In the next town, a crowd was taking form around two girls who were getting ready to battle. The first one had long green hair and wore jeans with a white camisole. She shook disdainfully her head and called her Lapras. She put a lofty smile on her lips. "Let's see what you got, nasty girl!" Behind her, her friends encouraged her by screaming her name. She put her hand on her hips, smirking, waiting to see which Pokemon her rival would choose.
The second didn't bother to look at her and, with a move of her shoulder, removed her red hair from her eyes. Her blue eyes threw lightning, but she controlled herself. She thought rapidly and finally took one of her pokeball out of her bag. "Go Staryu!"
The first laughed when she saw the little start pokemon pop out of its pokeball. "You really think your stupid Staryu's gonna beat my Lapras? My poor Misty...you don't have a chance!" Her friends agreed with roars of laugh when they saw Staryu. "Still time to change your mind..." She saw that Misty didn't want to. "Too bad...It's gonna be more easy for me to beat you!"
Misty shrugged. "Believe whatever you want, Jessica...Staryu, hyper beam!" Staryu obey immediately. Lapras never got a chance to reply. The crowd whispered words of encouragement or screams of surprise when Staryu easily beat Lapras, who couldn't resist at the attacks. Misty smiled and put her hands on her hips, like Jessica did earlier, observing Jessica's reaction. She was furious. She just got was she deserved!
"It's impossible! You cheated! Staryu *cannot* beat Larpas!" She looked Misty with hate in her eyes. Hate is a weak word to describe how she felt about that damn girl. But she got her pride, so she calmed down. "Very good. You won, for this time...but we'll meet again, and next time, you'll see who's the best!" The crowd pushed away when she passed through, followed by Lapras, which she forgot to call back, and people started to leave. Her friends looked at Misty, and then ran to joined up with Jessica, trying to comfort her.
Staryu returned in its pokeball and Misty went to see her best friend, Krystal who was waiting for her. She sat near her, on a fountain's side, and observed the starry sky. None of them said a word for a long time. It became a ritual between them, after a battle, to sit in silence and look up at the sky. They traveled together for more than ten years now, and shared their dreams, joy, pain and much more. Misty wanted to become the best water trainer and Krystal wanted to become a great gym leader for the indigo league.
Krystal stretched slowly, with the grace of a cat. "I think we should get going. It's night and we don't have a place to sleep." She got up on her two feet and combed her black hair with her fingers. "The pokemon centers are all full because of the league match in the neighbor city..." She shivered. Despite the sweater she just put on, she was cold. "Too bad we couldn't get tickets. It sounded like a great match," she whispered to herself.
Misty also wished they could have go to see the match. But the price for tickets was too high for them. "I suggest we walk all night to get to...wherever! I don't feel like sleeping...We could always rest during the day, when we'll find a pokemon center that isn't full," she suggested.
Krystal frowned, worried about her friend. "Everything's all right?" Misty looked tired, but Krystal kept her mouth shut. She knew whatever she would say, Misty wouldn't listen. She was too stubborn.
"Of course everything's fine! Don't worry about me. I just want to leave this city as fast as possible. I never thought I would meet *her* here...I don't wanna see her face again...But if you prefer, we could sleep here. It doesn't matter to me." Misty extended her arm to take her bag where her sleeping bag was, but Krystal stopped her.
"C'mon. If you wanna pass the night up, I don't see why I couldn't do the same thing!" She started to walk rapidly, wanting to arrive to their next destination and hoping the sun would rise early. Despite what she just said."Hey! Wait for me!" screamed Misty, running behind her, trying to catch up with her. She then realized she forgot her bag on the fountain's side, so she started to run in the opposite direction, while screaming at Krystal to wait for her. When she arrived at the fountain, there wasn't any bag. "Shit!" She scratched her head, trying to remember if she could have put it somewhere else. She knew she removed it from her back when they sat down. Then, she made a move to get her sleeping bag out, but she didn't touch it.
Sounds of steps behind her brought her back to reality. "Hey, Krystal, do you know where I put my bag? It isn't here anymore. I could have swore I didn't move it from here..." No answers. "Krystal?" She turned around, wondering why her friend wasn't answering.
"Is it...this you're searching for, honey?" A giant, who wasn't Krystal at all, was standing in front of her. He was taller than her of at least four heads and didn't have a friendly expression on his face.
"W-Who are you?"
"Name's Pat. You know well that you shouldn't let your things lying all around, because people could steal them! Mostly when there is interesting pokemon inside..." He started to laugh. He showed her the red bag that was hanging on his finger. "I suppose you want me to give it back to ya, right?"
Misty was on her guard. He wasn't going to give it back to her. Even if she did know a couple of self-defense moves, she didn't have much chance against this man. 'Krystal, where *are* you? Shit! I really need your help!' Sometimes, Krystal was able to know when she needed her. It happened sometimes in the past. Misty hoped it would work this time! She returned her attention to the man. "Of course I'd like to have it back..." she answered, as innocently as she could.
"Well...don't count on that!" He laughed. "Don't look at me this way, honey. If you didn't let your bag lying around, it wouldn't have happen." He ran his eyes on Misty. "We could always deal for a good price..." A diabolic smile was now on his lips.
Misty pulled a face of disgust. "No thanks! I'd rather fight." She looked around her. No Krystal. She hated the harmless feeling that was overwhelming her. She was weak against that guy. He knew it, and he loved it. "If I were you, I'd feel ashamed of myself to have to steal pokemon instead of capturing them!" She said, louder, wishing someone would hear her. "Give me back my pokemons or you'll regret it!" She couldn't stop looking around. Why weren't there any houses around? Only shops. Closed.
"Ohhh...I'm *so* afraid!" Pat walked closer to her. He could took her and throw her away with one hand only, if he wanted too. That, he knew it and he'd probably take advantage of it. She couldn't do anything against him. His eyes, bloodshot, watched her feverishly.
Misty tried to breathe slowly and to control the shiver that ran through her body. Giving him a kick would be the same than hitting a rock. She would only hurt herself. Only one thing to do. "KRYSTAL!" She started to scream her friend's name as loud as she could, many times. The complete town should hear her, so Krystal too. She wanted to run, but she couldn't abandon her pokemons to that crazy jerk! She couldn't live with herself if she did that.
"Shut up, you bitch!" In a jump, he slapped her in the face and then, he put his hand on her mouth and with his other, he started to strangle her painfully. "I didn't want to do it, but if it's the only way for you to shut up...I hate bitches like you. The pokemon world isn't for women, darling. You're all so weak!"
Misty suffocated. She tried to kick him, but no hurt was done. She bit his hand with her teeth, felt the taste of blood in her mouth. She heard him swear, but he didn't let go like she wanted him to. He simply augmented the pressure on her neck. "Sttffmm..." She tried to call Starmie, but her voice was a simple whisper that only her could hear. "Krysss..." Tears started to roll down her cheeks. The town started to be muddle up and everything seemed to be turning around, in circles. She floated, as light as a feather. Floated, to the daylight.
Help.
Tbc…
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