… *blink, blink* §stares for a moment at the reviews§ Oh… my… Ho-oh… people LIKE it!!! Ok, that's it, I must make this as successful as my other pokefics (Well, Human anyway)… thank you all for the reviews… so here ya go…

Ocean of Tears

Lyra Kamiya

A silent form washed up on the beach of a nameless island. Slowly it stirred and looked around, brown eyes shining in the dawning morning light. The ocean shimmering under the moonlight along with the brightening sky and white, sandy beach created an image that could have been mistaken for heaven. And with what it had just been through, the figure thought that was what it was in, for it doubted it could be alive.

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Misty opened her eyes and looked around, helpless as she realized she was still alive and had been beached. But it was clear she was no where near her starting place the night before… She'd taken to the water and swam until she could no more, rolling to her back and floating along, falling asleep with the gentle rocking motion of the waves. She had expected, and almost wanted, that she'd never wake up again, that after she'd gone to sleep on the ocean she'd sink, or at least drift too far from land to make it back. But no, she'd lived with the water her whole life… she trusted the water, and it was almost as if it trusted her, too. She'd lived with it, and thus could not die with it.

"So is this what fate has dealt me, instead? Washed up on a deserted island, destined to die here, from starving, and not amongst the waves where I feel at home?" she asked herself, knowing there was no possible answer. She gazed slowly across the beach… if she looked away, into the vegetation, she could see the other side of the island. But it was obviously a lot longer in other direction, and the trees so thick she could not see the other side in that direction… and thus she headed off, to explore the perimeter of her temporary home, a death bed in her mind.

She glanced across the sky, looking towards the east, as she discerned the direction to be from the sun's position. She'd come from the north… she sighed. For all she knew, she could have swam a mile or so south of the shore, only to be swept far to the west by some ocean current. She followed her course in her mind… she'd swam until the shore was almost out of sight, then let herself be washed away with the current. Ash had gone about the same distance, so… was it possible? Misty halted at the mere thought. She had assumed the worst, that Ash had drowned, but what if, whatever current had carried her, had carried him as well? Most likely not to the same island, but still, if there were others nearby… but there was no way of telling which way he'd be, nearer or farther, or even if he *had* been taken by the same water pattern. But as long as there was that hope… she was going to try. First this island, then the next, then any others she could find, until she drowned out there.

She stared out over the waves for a moment, her mind racing and adrenaline running as her determination grew. "Where are you… where are you…" she whispered. "ASH!!!!"

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Slowly, the boy with brown eyes sat up and looked around. It felt significantly like something was missing around him, but… He didn't know what. He couldn't exactly think of anything right now… He was to busy trying to figure out what his name was. Pokéballs laid, scattered about, further confusing the black haired teen. He knew, who and what was in each of the pokéballs, and they certainly knew him upon being let out. But anything about himself he was at a loss to. Why was he here, on this island? He remembered being swept away, across the current, but other than that… nothing. He'd at first, thought he was dead, but if he was, why would his pokémon be with him? Surely, they were his, since they'd been attached to his belt. He wanted to get back, to wherever he'd been. He thought… that there was someone there, waiting for him. Maybe more than one 'someone', he wasn't sure…

He wandered along the beach, the temperature slowly rising as the day drew on… he wandered over, to the edge of the trees, and sat in the shrinking shade with a sigh. He had figured out at least one thing; he wasn't from a tropical climate. He wouldn't have been dumb enough to be wearing a black shirt, jacket, and jeans if he was. Then, it struck him, that the simplest solution was to ditch a good deal of the heavier clothes. He threw the jacket to the ground and began to rip off the jeans at the knees. He knew he didn't belong here, and he wasn't sure how long he'd be stuck on that island, but he sure knew that he'd just *have* to have extra sets of clothes elsewhere, so it didn't matter how ratted these clothes got. He tore another section off the pieces of jean he'd thrown to the side, putting it into his pocket. He could use it, if he needed to carry something or had to bandage an injury. As he walked away from the pile of items, he was suddenly struck by how much lighter it all felt- lighter than it should. There must have been something else in that jacket…

He picked it up and dug through the pockets, shocked as impossible numbers of items seemed to just appear from the empty-looking pouches. The only item that he found of interest, however, was a small, rectangular, bright red device. He clicked it open, and a picture shown on the screen, along with a name. 'Trainer's license. Ash Ketchum of Pallet, Kanto' read the caption. "Am I… or did I steal this? no, I couldn't have… That, that must be my name…" he stared at the item for a moment, then at the others he'd pulled from the pockets, and finally made a decision. Most this stuff was clearly valuable… there was only one good option, he *had* to take the stuff with him. He pulled off the black T-shirt, casting it into a pile with the jean scraps, donning the jacket instead. It felt a bit peculiar to him, but it was more logical than the alternative.

"Ya ready," he started to say, spinning around and looking behind him. He had expected someone to be there… a pokémon, that belonged to one of the two empty pokéballs… but what, he wasn't sure. He sighed again, reaching up to adjust a non-existent cap and then started walking, still confused. He'd figured it out by now, he had amnesia. But what use was that fact, with no way to fix it.

He looked to the sky, hearing the frantic call of Pidgeys, startled by something elsewhere, and continued to walk along the beach. "Ash…" came a whisper on the wind, that clearly was originally much more of a noise than it had been when it reached him. But no matter how silenced it was from it's original version, it still sparked something in his mind. A flash of orange, the glint of a teal eye … a gentle giggle… the images and sound hit him suddenly from an unknown sector of his mind. He spun around frantically, hoping to see the source of the vaguely familiar sound.

"Who?" he panicked, glancing around. "I know…" he whispered, feeling his mind and chest lock up at the same exact time. "I know… the voice… HELLO?!!!" he called back into the blue oblivion, spurring more Pidgeys from their roost. His voice seemed to echo, though there was nothing for it to echo from… it was more of a quiet response of pity on the lost soul from the ocean.

On an island not so far away, Misty heard a faint call, fading towards her from the south. Her heart skipped a beat for what seemed like an eternity as she realized how familiar it seemed. She put her hand to her chest, waiting momentarily for her heart to restart, then ran towards the south shore of the tiny oasis, her heart pounding and a shine that was both a forming tear and a glimmer of hope forming in her eye. She dove into the cool salt water, pushing herself through it without a thought or care to the random pokémon in the lagoon around her. She didn't even notice the tentacool following her. All that she cared, was the one thought in her mind as she raced along. I'm coming Ash… I'm coming.

*singing* I am evil!!! Ya-ahooie! And no, brock, I did not copy you. Neva heard of you, or ya story.ok, review PLEASE, ja ne to heiwa ai Lyra-chan.