LOL, I am having way WAY too much fun with this fic! I haven't really experimented yet with Ash and Misty as married adults before in a fic, and boy am I having fun doing it! Anyway, I got part two to you before I left for animation camp (HA HA!) and it's rather cool, so I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: It was on part one, pal. Go read it there if this is so important to you, lol. All it says it that I don't own pokemon... wait! I was tricked into saying it again! Drat! Oh well...
Sweet Misery
By Pikashan61
Misty had never been good at the whole thing. The cooking especially.
Her friends and relatives still told the horror story of the peach cobbler from her and Ash's
wedding reception. She had spent all day a week before the wedding preparing it, and a
strange mixture of... something... combined with the heat from the oven when the pastry
was cooked seemed to create a time bomb. When Tracy, being a good friend, had cut a
slice for Misty's aging grandmother, the cobbler had blown sky high, injuring him severely.
They had sent him a thoughtful get well card from their honeymoon in the Orange Islands,
but Tracy had never dared to touch Misty's cooking since. The morning of the first rounds of
the Indigo League competition, Misty had decided to wake up early and go all out with a
huge breakfast for Kassy and her friends, not to mention Brock and Cheryl, who had said
the would be glad to come over the next morning for some coffee. So Ash was not
surprised to walk through the door of the kitchen that morning to be met with an angry,
pancake batter covered Misty. He quickly put all thrusters in reverse, but it was too late.
Oh no you don't! growled Misty, grabbing onto the back of his shirt to pull him back
in the room.
Gaaaa... um... sweety, I know a nice bagel place on the corner...GAAAAA... Ash
was not getting out of the cooking deal as easily as he had previously hoped.
Misty waved a spoon at him, looking for all the world like Marge Cleaver on some
kind of drug.
You are going to put THAT on... She waved the spoon at an apron, and you are
going to help me COOK BREAKFAST! Suddenly the spoon was in his face, like a
demented sword. Got it?! Ash nodded profusely. Her eyes narrowed.
~
Your mom's cooking breakfast for us? Allan said with a yawn from his place on the
hard wood floor after Kassy told her crew the news.
Yep, so you idiots better get your butts up. Luke lazily stared up at her.
Who's fault is it again that we're so tired? Kassy growled, her temper short. Wait...
wait... it was YOUR FAULT! finished Luke, He collapsed back into bed.
Kassy rolled her eyes and made a quick decision.
ALRIGHT! THAT'S IT! She grabbed Luke and dragged him out of bed, dumping
him on top of Allan. With that, she took out her mallet, holding it threateningly above her
head.
You see this?! This will be your fate if you don't GET DRESSED AND COME
WITH ME!!!!!! At that opportune moment, Clover stuck her head in the room and said, with
genuine sincerity, Guys? Could you shut up? I'm trying to sleep.
~
All the members of the household, including Pikachu and Togepi, were covered in
pancake batter by the time Misty finally laid the hot plate full of pancakes on the table. With
that accomplished, the group retreated to the bathrooms to shower, Pikachu mumbling
about Pika-pikapis... (Crazy families...). as he walked. After a refreshing shower, Ash
slipped into a pair of jeans and white button-up shirt, and put his hat firmly on his head as he
walked out to the kitchen.
Misty smiled apologetically as he came in. Er... Ash grinned. No problem Mist.
I'm sure it turned out good.
Misty cooked it? I wouldn't bet on it. They both turned to see a smiling Brock in the
kitchen doorway. Misty shook her head.
Look Ash, it's that pathetic guy from Pewter City. What was his name again? Oh
yeah... She gave him a nasty grin, ... Brock the Fool.
Love you too, Misty. He commented, walking over and giving both of them a hug.
Behind him came Cheryl, his pokemon breeder wife and, coincidentally, Dupilca's big
sister.
Hey guys! She perkily said as she entered the kitchen. For awhile after the two got
married, Misty couldn't stand Cheryl. Her annoyingly perky attitude toward life made Misty
want to kill someone most of the time. But after spending three days on a husband
organized Camping Break for the Moms mother's day present from Ash and Brock that
resulted in getting lost and having to bushwhack to a Pokemon center, Misty had seen a
different side of Cheryl. They had both been angry for most the trip, and anger can have
the power to bring two people together under the right circumstances. Now, the two were
virtually best pals.
Misty yelled with a grin, as they shared a girly hug that caused Brock and
Ash to give each other the look. After the greeting ritual was
complete, Cheryl spoke up.
I hope you don't mind, but I invited Otto to come to breakfast. Misty smiled.
Of course! It's fine... I bet Kas will be glad to see him.
Brock nodded. It has been awhile. You'll be surprised, he's virtually grown up now.
Dear lord, another Brock! Hide your teenage girls, everyone! Misty said with an evil
grin. Ash and Pikachu cracked up while Brock sat across from them and fumed. Cheryl just
gave Brock a look.
Ha ha, Mist, very funny. Brock growled in mock annoyance.
Misty smirked. Ash and Pikachu certainly thought it was funny. Seems you have a
selective memory, Brocko.
So does Ash... he's married to you, after all. That comment was met with a wack
from Misty's mallet, and more laughing from Ash, Pikachu and Cheryl.
~
So, your mom likes to cook, huh? Clover said with a yawn, still whipping the sleep
from her eyes as they walked, a group of pokemon training zombies. Kassy tried to think of
an appropriate answer to that question. Yes, her mom did like to cook, but it was a scary
road to the finished product and many harmless appliances met their doom on the way.
When it was complete, you had a 50-50 chance of it being remotely edible. Kassy sighed.
This was going to be very interesting.
Yeah, she likes to cook... I guess.
said Allan, a hungry grin on his face. I'm starved.
Kassy rolled her eyes. Oh yes, this was going to be interesting indeed.
I wouldn't count on it being edible... said a quiet voice behind them. As if
rehearsed, the entire group turned in one motion to bet met with a tall, brown haired, and
soft spoken pokemon trainer by the name of Otto Slate. He shrugged. Misty can find a
way to mess up apple slices and peanut butter. Kassy's mouth dropped open as the
other three's eye's narrowed.
Who are you? Clover growled, taking a step forward, her hand on a pokeball. A
strand of her shoulder length green hair fell into her face. Otto ignored her and looked straight
at Kassy, a small smile on his tan face. Hey Kas, long time no see.
It took Kassy a few seconds to regain the use of her vocal cords, and when she did,
her voice was horse. He chuckled. Yep, it's me. Of course she knew it was
him. She had thought of him all the time on her journey. She had seen him every day of her
childhood, and would know him by his eyes and smile even if he had aged one hundred
years. He was her best... well, ex-best friend. Suddenly, a voice transported her back to
the present.
Um... Kas? Kassy turned to see three pairs of suspicious and curious eyes staring
at her. She said, remembering where she was. Guys, this is Otto. That was good,
she thought to herself. Non-descript and neutral.
Otto, meet Clover, Luke and Allan. Hellos were exchanged and with a nod Otto
commented to Clover, Nice hair. Now, Clover, being the short fused person that she
was, couldn't quite place this in her mind. Was it a complement, or was the idiot being
sarcastic? Clover had dyed her hair green as a match for her name, and loved the funny
comments that were always coming her way, but hated it when people treated her
differently because of it. And if he was being sarcastic, just who did this guy think he
was?
Yeah, I like it. Clover answered stiffly. Kassy watched the growing tension
between them with a forced smile. This was not good. She decided to jump in and get the
two away from each other before Clover got any more POed.
SO! Otto, where are you off to? He gave her a smile, and started to walk past her.
The same place you're going I presume. I was invited to breakfast... He stopped by
Kassy and stared at her. ...and I wouldn't be so rude as to pass up an invitation. Kassy
tried to speak, but was at a loss for words. He kept walking toward the familiar cabin, while
Kassy just stood there, mouth agape.
Jeez Ketchum, where do you meet these people? Luke said, interrupting her
thoughts, and he and Allan moved past her. Clover followed. Come on ya idiot. Is he
related to you or something? Jeez, I can't believe I have to sit through breakfast with him...
Kassy was at a total loss. Just who did he think he was? Oh right... her best friend.
Then why did she feel so uncomfortable? What had changed?
~
Dis es awtome Mrs. Ketcum! Said Luke, his mouth full of food. Yes, for once
Misty's cooking had come out, not just edible, but rather tasty as well. Misty gave Brock a
look that clearly said, HA! Who's laughing now? before turning back to Luke with a smile.
Why thank you Luke! I'm glad you like it.
The table was full of conversation, as families in the literal and figurative sense caught
up on each other's lives. The only silent one was Otto. Kassy talked with her friends and her
family, but would occasionally glance at Otto to see him staring at her inquisitively at her. It
was completely nerve-racking. Finally, Kassy grew tired of it.
Excuse me Mom, but I just remembered I forgot... um... something outside. Can I
go get it? Misty looked at her daughter for a moment.
Uh.. sure. Kassy gave Otto a hard look, and then looked pleasantly back at her
mother.
Thanks. Be right back! Kassy said as she trotted briskly out of the cabin. Otto stood
up and followed her out, with a quick, She'll need some help... as he went. All four parents
at the table were silent, sharing a very confused look with one another. What the heck was
going on?
~
I can't believe you! What's your problem?! Kassy yelled, finally alone with Otto for
the first time since they were kids.
Otto stared at her in disbelief. My problem?! Who's the one that obviously has
forgotten I exist!
Kassy snarled at the teen. What?! Of course I haven't!
Oh yeah?! Oh look, ho hum, this is Otto.' Guess you're too popular for me to be
counted as a friend now! We only grew up together! But hey, when you're a popular trainer
like yourself, you don't need friends like me.
Kassy was positively livid. WHAT?! I tried to introduce you to my friends, but no!
Otto is too good for that!
Even when he was angry, Otto never really shouted. He would yell, but even then it
wasn't all that loud. Now, he felt like screaming. Instead, his voice grew low and seething
with anger. It's quite a sensation to stare at your best friend and not know who it is
anymore... ever felt it?
Kassy growled, ... with this guy named Otto. Know where I can find him?!
A part of him felt like screaming, like crying... and yet another part of him wanted to
just tell Kassy he was sorry again and again. But instead, he turned away and started
walking. I don't have to take this abuse from a... a... He paused, He spit out
the word. Her eyes narrowed.
So I'm a stranger then? Well, if we battle, all the easier it will be to beat you then...
He turned back to her for a moment, his anger showing in his features and his eyes.
Tell your mom thanks for breakfast, and I'm sorry I couldn't stay and finish it.
Kassy just stomped away. She had suddenly decided she wanted nothing at all to
do with Otto Slate. As soon as he was out of sight though, a powerful sadness overtook
her, and she collapsed against the wall of the cabin and sobbed.
BWHAHA! Another cliffhanger! Eat that, lol... anyways, please review! PLEASE REVIEW! I like suggestions and comments because they get me to the finishing point of the fic a heck of a lot faster. Anyway, send anything you want to send (money, fame, fortune, the secret of happiness...) to the good ol' addie. Pokeshippers Rule!
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