Disclaimer: I don't anything but the stuff I make up.
Author's Notes: Yep, this is going to be Greeneyeshippy. Meaning Misty/James. JAML. I know several people are saying to themselves, "Misty and James?! Why not write an Ash/Misty or Jessie/James... the way it's SUPPOSED to be?!" Well... to put it quite bluntly... in this story, Jessie's dead. And Ash is possessed by a killer ghost. If those aren't two major turnoffs to the opposite sex I don't know what are. Plus, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm TIRED of all the normal shippings! I don't have a problem with them or anything, I read them all the time, but somewhere down the line I just started wishing more people would write about less orthodox pairings. After all, none of the relationships are concrete. Until someone on that show comes out and says they love someone else, your guess is as good as mine. I just think Misty and James are incredibly cute together. This doesn't mean I'm openly damning rocketshipping and pokeshipping... I'm just not writing about them. I
haven't gotten any flames yet, and I don't really think I am going to get any, but this is just an advance warning to all the hardcore rocket/pokeshippers out there, so you all aren't surprised when and if you read this. Anyway, I know the events of chapter 6 were a little rushed, but I hadn't posted up a chapter in a while due to a chemistry project. I didn't want to lose any of my wonderful reviewers, so I hurried. Okay, I'm done. ^-^ Thanks for listening!
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~*Forget Me Not*~ part 7
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Misty took a step towards Ash, calling his name and reaching out a hand. The sun blazed behind him and she couldn't see his face, only his small silhouette. He didn't respond to her, and she slowed to a halt, becoming aware of the way his hand was moving up to his belt. Why was he reaching for his pokeballs?
"Ash, what are you doing?" she yelled. "Where have you been? We've been worried about you!"
"Sorry about that," he replied in a drawl, and Misty didn't like his tone. It was too smug, even for him. There was an unnerving smoothness that made him sound more like an experienced criminal than an eleven year old boy.
Don't. Don't do this. Please, begged the real Ash, which did nothing but elicit an expressive burst of laughter from his own lips.
`I'll be done in a minute. You know, I've always wanted to do this,' she thought, and then cried "Pokeball, go!" The red and white ball spun in the air because exploding in a red flash of light, soon replaced by the small form of Cyndaquil.
Ash's eyes grew wide. "What is it...?" Lucille murmured. "What does it do?"
Words failed Misty as she wondered what Ash was talking about. Didn't he know what his own pokemon could do? Then she remembered Brock saying something about Ash forgetting Meowth. Was this the same kind of thing? Had he forgotten her too?
Lucille stared down at the small pokemon quizzically. She wanted to find out what its capabilities were... what type was it? She'd never seen one before. Letting out an exasperated sigh, and ignoring the frantic boy inside her head, she cried, "Give them all you've got!" in hopes it would reveal itself to her without the command of a specific attack.
It hesitated, looking over its shoulder and giving a timid "Quil?" before Lucille repeated her earlier demand, this time with much more ferocity, causing Misty and James to simultaneously step back. Meowth was already hiding behind a rock.
"Do it!" Ash's voice growled. "Don't make me tell you again!"
Cyndaquil... I'm sorry... Misty...
`Cheer up, Ash. We're about to see what your little runt can do,' thought Lucille excitedly. She fervently hoped neither of the humans in front of her hadn't brought their pokemon with them. It would make things frightfully more interesting.
Upon the constant pressure coming from its trainer, Cyndaquil relented and let out a powerful blast of flame, which Misty barely had time to dodge. "What are you doing?" she screamed, not fully able to take in what was going on. Her mind wouldn't register Ash with someone trying to hurt her. He just wasn't that way. She trusted him.
"Again! Do it again, and this time don't miss!" Lucille urged.
Misty... Misty... run...
A million thoughts ran through Ash as he watched the scene before him, which played in a sick slow motion. Just in front of him, a spout of flame erupted and he watched at it headed inch by inch towards Misty. Her eyes widened in an expanse of ocean green as she stumbled back, tripping herself on her own red tennis shoes. Her body fell back slowly as the fire bolted down the path, closer to its destination.
Then, Misty's body was yanked to the side, and Ash saw a man in white turn and push her away, both protecting her and making himself vulnerable, taking much of the blast on his side as Misty cowered behind him. He watched her catch him as he fell, the two of them falling to their knees together.
It was then that Ash painfully recognized the man. Not even a man. Not yet. Ash didn't how old James was now, but he was not a man.
James. What was he doing here?
What was he doing with Misty? Had he just saved her?
Misty... Ash thought wildly. What's happening? he asked, not knowing if he was referring to her or himself.
`They aren't even fighting back,' commented Lucille to Ash. `What's the fun?' An impatient sigh escaped Ash's mouth and his body turned. Lucille didn't bother facing the two youths behind her as she spoke. "Don't bother following me," she said icily, feeling Misty's fearful gaze trailing her. Lucille smiled. "I'll kill you if you get in my way."
The redheaded girl was undaunted. "Ash..." she said, raising a hand.
Ash's body whirled around. "Do you want to find out?!" Lucille shouted. "I don't care who you are. If you get in my way, you're dead. Understand me?"
Tears formed in her eyes and traced glistening trails down her cheeks. "What's the matter with you? What are you saying? What are you doing? You didn't have to hurt James..." she said almost bitterly, and then, as if coming to a slow realization, "You're not Ash..."
Lucille cursed. How did they all know? She gazed levelly at the stricken girl in front of her. "Just don't follow me," Ash's voice hissed. "Forget about me. Have a nice life. Or not," she added, laughing a little, "I really don't care either way."
With that, Ash's slight form turned on his heel and began walking nonchalantly away, hands in pockets, whistling a tune. Lucille laughed out loud at the frenzied boy inside her head, screaming and sobbing for Misty to see through this trick.
Misty stared at his retreating figure, thoughts tangling themselves in terrible, intricate knots that would take time to painstakingly undo. She didn't bother to watch him vanish over the horizon before she turned and ran to James.
It was hard to watch Meowth shake his partner, pleading him to wake up, and making his fear of being the only one left of the Rocket trio known. Misty slowed down and stopped when she was near enough to see exactly how much damage Ash had caused. She did not know why Ash had done this, but she desperately wanted to. Her mind willed her to shove those thoughts down, for there were more important things at hand, namely, James.
Luckily, Cyndaquil had still been holding back. James's burn was light. Misty let out a sigh of relief and knelt down next to him. His eyes were closed, and his face relaxed. He had saved her. She caught herself staring and then shook her head.
"Will he be OK?" asked Meowth, jolting Misty out of her thoughts.
She smiled. "He'll live," she stated, and then in a gentler voice, "It's not that bad. He'll be fine." As if on cue, James's eyes opened just a little, and then squeezed themselves shut. He took a ragged breath and brought his hand to his side.
"It hurts," he whined.
Meowth stepped up. "Do ya have a death wish?!" he cried.
James stared at the fuming cat blankly. "It was heading towards Misty..." he murmured, as if it was a far off memory. Meowth calmed down a little.
"Don't leave me here, Jim," he said quietly, in a serious voice Misty had never before heard. Apparently James hadn't heard the voice either, because he put his hand on the cat's head and gave a warm smile.
"I won't. We'll stay a team," he said. Misty didn't know what to do besides watch. These moments within Team Rocket made her feel left out, but it wasn't their fault.
James sat up slowly. "We should probably get going," he stated. "It will be nightfall before we get to the headquarters..."
"I think we should stay here for the night," said Misty firmly. "You should rest for a while. Besides, I don't think anyone's going to be coming around here."
"You're probably right."
"I'll go," offered Meowth. James turned and faced him.
"You don't have to," he said. "The boss is too scary to face alone!"
"I'm not afraid of him any more," Meowth declared, puffing out his feline chest. "I'll tell him what's happened, and den quit fa' all of us."
James's eyes went round. "You'd do that?"
"Yep."
Instantly the cat found himself in an embrace. "Meowth you're the greatest!" James cried. "Thank you!"
"Get offa me Jim!"
"Sorry."
Misty smiled. How could these two have ever become criminals?
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Lucille was still smiling and Ash was still sobbing. "That was fun!" she said happily. "I want to do it again!"
How could you? said Ash over and over. How could you do something like that? What do you want?
"You know what I want," she snapped. "I want memories."
But why did you have to...
"Because I felt like it!" Lucille yelled, causing a startled Pidgey to fly out of its roost in a nearby tree. "Stop asking me questions!" Ash quieted and retreated back into his own mind.
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Meowth sighed, wondering why on Earth he had volunteered for such a task, but the more he thought about it, the more eager he was to quit Team Rocket. He didn't know where he and James would go, but they would find a way. And something told him that the redheaded twerp might stick around as well.
A voice rang out through the air and Meowth watched as a bird took a frenzied flight from a tree. `Is dat da twoip?" the cat asked himself, and crept forward.
It was. Ash's back was toward him and Meowth realized he must have been talking to himself. Without warning, Ash stiffened. "Who's there?" he asked in the same odd, smooth voice Meowth had heard earlier. "I know someone's there."
The cat didn't have time to run away. Ash whirled around and faced him. "So it's you," he commented flatly. "The thing that talks." Meowth watched as one of Ash's hands moved down to his belt. "I'm going to use a different pokemon on you," he said, with laughter evident in his voice.
Meowth stepped back. "Nothing personal," Ash continued. "I'm just bored, that's all. Goodnight kitty."
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James put his hands behind his head and smiled. "I wonder what Meowth's doing right now?"
"I guess he's quitting," replied Misty, trying to start a fire.
"That's good," said James. "If Meowth wasn't around I don't know what I'd do."
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A/N: Okay, yeah, that sucked. I just want to post something up on this so people don't think I've quit on it. ^_^ I'll do better next time, ok? Please review!
Author's Notes: Yep, this is going to be Greeneyeshippy. Meaning Misty/James. JAML. I know several people are saying to themselves, "Misty and James?! Why not write an Ash/Misty or Jessie/James... the way it's SUPPOSED to be?!" Well... to put it quite bluntly... in this story, Jessie's dead. And Ash is possessed by a killer ghost. If those aren't two major turnoffs to the opposite sex I don't know what are. Plus, I don't know about anyone else, but I'm TIRED of all the normal shippings! I don't have a problem with them or anything, I read them all the time, but somewhere down the line I just started wishing more people would write about less orthodox pairings. After all, none of the relationships are concrete. Until someone on that show comes out and says they love someone else, your guess is as good as mine. I just think Misty and James are incredibly cute together. This doesn't mean I'm openly damning rocketshipping and pokeshipping... I'm just not writing about them. I
haven't gotten any flames yet, and I don't really think I am going to get any, but this is just an advance warning to all the hardcore rocket/pokeshippers out there, so you all aren't surprised when and if you read this. Anyway, I know the events of chapter 6 were a little rushed, but I hadn't posted up a chapter in a while due to a chemistry project. I didn't want to lose any of my wonderful reviewers, so I hurried. Okay, I'm done. ^-^ Thanks for listening!
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~*Forget Me Not*~ part 7
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Misty took a step towards Ash, calling his name and reaching out a hand. The sun blazed behind him and she couldn't see his face, only his small silhouette. He didn't respond to her, and she slowed to a halt, becoming aware of the way his hand was moving up to his belt. Why was he reaching for his pokeballs?
"Ash, what are you doing?" she yelled. "Where have you been? We've been worried about you!"
"Sorry about that," he replied in a drawl, and Misty didn't like his tone. It was too smug, even for him. There was an unnerving smoothness that made him sound more like an experienced criminal than an eleven year old boy.
Don't. Don't do this. Please, begged the real Ash, which did nothing but elicit an expressive burst of laughter from his own lips.
`I'll be done in a minute. You know, I've always wanted to do this,' she thought, and then cried "Pokeball, go!" The red and white ball spun in the air because exploding in a red flash of light, soon replaced by the small form of Cyndaquil.
Ash's eyes grew wide. "What is it...?" Lucille murmured. "What does it do?"
Words failed Misty as she wondered what Ash was talking about. Didn't he know what his own pokemon could do? Then she remembered Brock saying something about Ash forgetting Meowth. Was this the same kind of thing? Had he forgotten her too?
Lucille stared down at the small pokemon quizzically. She wanted to find out what its capabilities were... what type was it? She'd never seen one before. Letting out an exasperated sigh, and ignoring the frantic boy inside her head, she cried, "Give them all you've got!" in hopes it would reveal itself to her without the command of a specific attack.
It hesitated, looking over its shoulder and giving a timid "Quil?" before Lucille repeated her earlier demand, this time with much more ferocity, causing Misty and James to simultaneously step back. Meowth was already hiding behind a rock.
"Do it!" Ash's voice growled. "Don't make me tell you again!"
Cyndaquil... I'm sorry... Misty...
`Cheer up, Ash. We're about to see what your little runt can do,' thought Lucille excitedly. She fervently hoped neither of the humans in front of her hadn't brought their pokemon with them. It would make things frightfully more interesting.
Upon the constant pressure coming from its trainer, Cyndaquil relented and let out a powerful blast of flame, which Misty barely had time to dodge. "What are you doing?" she screamed, not fully able to take in what was going on. Her mind wouldn't register Ash with someone trying to hurt her. He just wasn't that way. She trusted him.
"Again! Do it again, and this time don't miss!" Lucille urged.
Misty... Misty... run...
A million thoughts ran through Ash as he watched the scene before him, which played in a sick slow motion. Just in front of him, a spout of flame erupted and he watched at it headed inch by inch towards Misty. Her eyes widened in an expanse of ocean green as she stumbled back, tripping herself on her own red tennis shoes. Her body fell back slowly as the fire bolted down the path, closer to its destination.
Then, Misty's body was yanked to the side, and Ash saw a man in white turn and push her away, both protecting her and making himself vulnerable, taking much of the blast on his side as Misty cowered behind him. He watched her catch him as he fell, the two of them falling to their knees together.
It was then that Ash painfully recognized the man. Not even a man. Not yet. Ash didn't how old James was now, but he was not a man.
James. What was he doing here?
What was he doing with Misty? Had he just saved her?
Misty... Ash thought wildly. What's happening? he asked, not knowing if he was referring to her or himself.
`They aren't even fighting back,' commented Lucille to Ash. `What's the fun?' An impatient sigh escaped Ash's mouth and his body turned. Lucille didn't bother facing the two youths behind her as she spoke. "Don't bother following me," she said icily, feeling Misty's fearful gaze trailing her. Lucille smiled. "I'll kill you if you get in my way."
The redheaded girl was undaunted. "Ash..." she said, raising a hand.
Ash's body whirled around. "Do you want to find out?!" Lucille shouted. "I don't care who you are. If you get in my way, you're dead. Understand me?"
Tears formed in her eyes and traced glistening trails down her cheeks. "What's the matter with you? What are you saying? What are you doing? You didn't have to hurt James..." she said almost bitterly, and then, as if coming to a slow realization, "You're not Ash..."
Lucille cursed. How did they all know? She gazed levelly at the stricken girl in front of her. "Just don't follow me," Ash's voice hissed. "Forget about me. Have a nice life. Or not," she added, laughing a little, "I really don't care either way."
With that, Ash's slight form turned on his heel and began walking nonchalantly away, hands in pockets, whistling a tune. Lucille laughed out loud at the frenzied boy inside her head, screaming and sobbing for Misty to see through this trick.
Misty stared at his retreating figure, thoughts tangling themselves in terrible, intricate knots that would take time to painstakingly undo. She didn't bother to watch him vanish over the horizon before she turned and ran to James.
It was hard to watch Meowth shake his partner, pleading him to wake up, and making his fear of being the only one left of the Rocket trio known. Misty slowed down and stopped when she was near enough to see exactly how much damage Ash had caused. She did not know why Ash had done this, but she desperately wanted to. Her mind willed her to shove those thoughts down, for there were more important things at hand, namely, James.
Luckily, Cyndaquil had still been holding back. James's burn was light. Misty let out a sigh of relief and knelt down next to him. His eyes were closed, and his face relaxed. He had saved her. She caught herself staring and then shook her head.
"Will he be OK?" asked Meowth, jolting Misty out of her thoughts.
She smiled. "He'll live," she stated, and then in a gentler voice, "It's not that bad. He'll be fine." As if on cue, James's eyes opened just a little, and then squeezed themselves shut. He took a ragged breath and brought his hand to his side.
"It hurts," he whined.
Meowth stepped up. "Do ya have a death wish?!" he cried.
James stared at the fuming cat blankly. "It was heading towards Misty..." he murmured, as if it was a far off memory. Meowth calmed down a little.
"Don't leave me here, Jim," he said quietly, in a serious voice Misty had never before heard. Apparently James hadn't heard the voice either, because he put his hand on the cat's head and gave a warm smile.
"I won't. We'll stay a team," he said. Misty didn't know what to do besides watch. These moments within Team Rocket made her feel left out, but it wasn't their fault.
James sat up slowly. "We should probably get going," he stated. "It will be nightfall before we get to the headquarters..."
"I think we should stay here for the night," said Misty firmly. "You should rest for a while. Besides, I don't think anyone's going to be coming around here."
"You're probably right."
"I'll go," offered Meowth. James turned and faced him.
"You don't have to," he said. "The boss is too scary to face alone!"
"I'm not afraid of him any more," Meowth declared, puffing out his feline chest. "I'll tell him what's happened, and den quit fa' all of us."
James's eyes went round. "You'd do that?"
"Yep."
Instantly the cat found himself in an embrace. "Meowth you're the greatest!" James cried. "Thank you!"
"Get offa me Jim!"
"Sorry."
Misty smiled. How could these two have ever become criminals?
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Lucille was still smiling and Ash was still sobbing. "That was fun!" she said happily. "I want to do it again!"
How could you? said Ash over and over. How could you do something like that? What do you want?
"You know what I want," she snapped. "I want memories."
But why did you have to...
"Because I felt like it!" Lucille yelled, causing a startled Pidgey to fly out of its roost in a nearby tree. "Stop asking me questions!" Ash quieted and retreated back into his own mind.
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Meowth sighed, wondering why on Earth he had volunteered for such a task, but the more he thought about it, the more eager he was to quit Team Rocket. He didn't know where he and James would go, but they would find a way. And something told him that the redheaded twerp might stick around as well.
A voice rang out through the air and Meowth watched as a bird took a frenzied flight from a tree. `Is dat da twoip?" the cat asked himself, and crept forward.
It was. Ash's back was toward him and Meowth realized he must have been talking to himself. Without warning, Ash stiffened. "Who's there?" he asked in the same odd, smooth voice Meowth had heard earlier. "I know someone's there."
The cat didn't have time to run away. Ash whirled around and faced him. "So it's you," he commented flatly. "The thing that talks." Meowth watched as one of Ash's hands moved down to his belt. "I'm going to use a different pokemon on you," he said, with laughter evident in his voice.
Meowth stepped back. "Nothing personal," Ash continued. "I'm just bored, that's all. Goodnight kitty."
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James put his hands behind his head and smiled. "I wonder what Meowth's doing right now?"
"I guess he's quitting," replied Misty, trying to start a fire.
"That's good," said James. "If Meowth wasn't around I don't know what I'd do."
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A/N: Okay, yeah, that sucked. I just want to post something up on this so people don't think I've quit on it. ^_^ I'll do better next time, ok? Please review!