I Hate You!! – Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I don't own this show or its characters, except for Chris.
Note: As always, big cliffhanger, and I've been asked, where is this going. To tell the truth, I really didn't know when I started this story, I just felt a little down, so I let my heart fly. I like the idea though, so this story will continue, and I do know where it'll end up. Some may be surprised, relieved, maybe even disappointed. But for those of you who do stick around, thanks a lot. Please drop reviews on your way out!
She couldn't even cry. She'd just heard that her best friend in the world was killed at sea, and not even a trace of him was found to remember him by. "I'll never forget you." She reassured herself with this as she lie on the bed and stared into oblivion. She and Chris had gotten a room on Cinnabar, and they were planning on leaving tomorrow. They still would, but with a very different purpose. Chris had been sentimental for Misty's sake, and she was grateful. Boy, the lesson he would learn if he disrespected Ash. She didn't even know why she stayed with him anymore. All he was wanting was to get her, but somehow, that only disgusted Misty. She didn't even think about that as she just lie on the bed, eyes open, and stared at nothing. Chris walked into the room and saw the scene.
"Misty?" he asked.
"………"
"Are you alright?" Misty cracked. Those were almost the exact words that Ash had used the day that he left. Misty saw it as all her fault. Why did she act like that? She didn't know why she was so mean to him, when all she was wanting was for him to…say exactly what he had said. Misty burst into tears as she realized what she had done. He cared for her, and she was so blinded by her feeling sorry for Chris that she'd overlooked his words and drove him away.
"What…have I…done?" Misty said between sobs as she sat up on the bed.
"What's wrong?" The fool dared ask her what was wrong. To make it worse, he took her in his arms as if she were his. She'd never be his, and she didn't care how he felt about it.
"Leave me alone, I don't ever want to see you again!" Misty yelled as she ran out of the door, and down the path to the big city. She'd get lost in the crowd of people, and no one would ever find her. That was how she felt as she continued to run and cry.
"What did I do?" Chris was asking to himself. "This is about Ash. I just know it. I let that idiot break my hand, and still he haunts me. I know he's alive somewhere, if he's as good a Pokemon trainer as he claims, he's alive and well. He and Misty will pay in due time."
Misty ran to the pier and boarded a boat for the town directly above Cinnabar. Pallet Town. She'd go to Pallet town, and talk with Ash's mom. At least one person knew what she was going through, and it was Ash's mom. She was so torn up inside that she'd forgotten what she was doing. She realized though when she stepped onto the deck of the boat and looked at the sea. The sea that had for so long been her friend had taken her best friend from her. No, not the sea, the boat, and she was on one too. "I've go to get off of here." She said as she realized that she was doing the one thing that she swore never to do again. Get in a boat. She frantically ran through the vessel until she found the Captain's office. She entered, and began to plead with the Captain. "I've go to get off of here, now!"
"Calm down, young lady, what's your problem?"
"I can't be on boats. I've sworn never to get on a boat."
"Then why are you on board?"
"Look, remember the S.S. Angelica?"
"Is that what this is all about?"
"The only person that died from that boat was my best friend. After that, I swore never to get on another boat. I was wanting to go to Pallet Town, and I was so upset that I forgot about my situation."
"I'm sorry to hear that, young lady, but I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do in the middle of the sea."
Misty simply said, "Okay." And she turned and left as if nothing had happened. Misty walked back to her cabin and lie on the bed. Everything she did, she correlated it to Ash somehow.
When she sat down on the bed she was reminded of the time when Ash was sleeping in a bunk bed above her, and just as she was about to fall asleep, Ash dropped his head down, and scared the fear of god out of her. When she brushed her teeth, she was reminded of the time when Ash walked in on her when she was brushing her teeth, and he got so freaked out about thinking he'd walked in on her in the nude, that he tripped and fell trying to get out of the bathroom door. These memories made her laugh now, but when they actually happened, she was so mean to him. She was always fighting with him, and hurting his feelings. You couldn't tell from anyone else's point of view, but she knew when he was hurt, even if it didn't show through on the outside.
Misty put her fears to rest. The way she figured it, if the boat did sink, maybe she could be with Ash in Heaven. She drifted off to sleep, and didn't wake up for a while.
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On Shamuti Island, Melody was upset too over the news of Ash. She was especially angry from the fact that she was so close to Ash, yet she didn't save him. I wasn't her fault, no one could have known about the ship sinking, but she still felt guilty. Her people had had a ceremony to honor Ash, kind of like a funeral, only much more important and honorable. The way Melody saw it; they'd better do something to honor Ash. He'd saved the world before. She sat on her little table and thought about how things could be or should be. She had a big crush on Ash, and everyone knew it. She would have liked to have had a chance with him, but she could tell he and Misty were destined for each other. To her knowledge though, Ash was a bit blind to the situation. It was pouring rain outside, and it was quite cold. Out of the blue there was a loud knock on the door. Melody jumped up to answer the door, and was greeted by a cloaked figure that was dripping wet. The person was obviously male, due to his size and broadness of shoulders, and he was obviously cold. He was about her age, and he kept his face covered. Melody let him in.
The stranger sat down on the table, and said, "Thank you." His voice was slightly scratchy, but it sounded like it could be kind when it was normal.
"No, problem. You must be cold, let me get some clothes for you." Melody said, kindly as she got up from the table and fetched some clothes and drew a bath for the stranger. She directed him to the bath, and let him and his clothes be. She returned to the table, and thought on the matter. She wasn't too far in her thoughts when she found a slip of soggy paper that the person had obviously dropped. She picked the paper up, read it, and her face beamed. She quickly put it away and returned to her seat, when the stranger walked out of the bathroom. He had on the clothes that Melody had given him, and he was holding the towel over his face drying his hair. He had a slightly muscular frame, and his hair was a dark black. He removed the towel, letting Melody see his face, and she smiled even wider at the sight.
"I told you I'd be here sometime." The stranger said in his still raspy voice. Melody jumped up and hugged the stranger.
"You took so long to get here, I was starting to wonder if you were coming." Melody said, as she sat back down in her previous location.
"You wouldn't believe the traffic in the water, and this rain was slowing me down even more." The man said, still hoarse.
"But you're here, that's all that matters." Melody said, smiling at him with bright eyes.
"I'm here, but I can't really remember why I wanted to come." The stranger said, putting a hand to his head for added emphasis. Melody was starting to not like the forming picture here.
"What's your name?" She asked him playfully.
"I…I…don't remember." The man said, shaking his head violently, "I don't remember anything!"
Melody was starting to panic. How could he have gotten amnesia? He had talked to her just a few days prior, and he was fine. Now, he shows up here, perfectly unharmed, except for not remembering a single thing about his life. She was sacred, but then she started thinking to her gain. "Maybe I could tell him that he lives here, and he'll never remember his past life." She thought to herself as a big grin engulfed her face.
"What are you smiling at?" The man asked, confused about the comedy of this situation. "Can you at least tell me my name?"
"Sure, just let me get my mind in order." Melody said as she began to plot all of the things that she would tell him to make him hers, forever.
Post Note: Know what's happening? Some should, while others might not. It doesn't really matter because of what's ahead. I know I promised a longer chapter, but I've decided to just let the chapters slide out at whatever length they may end at. Please drop reviews and tell me what you think. Mail me if you have in-depth questions, suggestions, or whatever. And as always, keep it real, people.
Disclaimer: I don't own this show or its characters, except for Chris.
Note: As always, big cliffhanger, and I've been asked, where is this going. To tell the truth, I really didn't know when I started this story, I just felt a little down, so I let my heart fly. I like the idea though, so this story will continue, and I do know where it'll end up. Some may be surprised, relieved, maybe even disappointed. But for those of you who do stick around, thanks a lot. Please drop reviews on your way out!
She couldn't even cry. She'd just heard that her best friend in the world was killed at sea, and not even a trace of him was found to remember him by. "I'll never forget you." She reassured herself with this as she lie on the bed and stared into oblivion. She and Chris had gotten a room on Cinnabar, and they were planning on leaving tomorrow. They still would, but with a very different purpose. Chris had been sentimental for Misty's sake, and she was grateful. Boy, the lesson he would learn if he disrespected Ash. She didn't even know why she stayed with him anymore. All he was wanting was to get her, but somehow, that only disgusted Misty. She didn't even think about that as she just lie on the bed, eyes open, and stared at nothing. Chris walked into the room and saw the scene.
"Misty?" he asked.
"………"
"Are you alright?" Misty cracked. Those were almost the exact words that Ash had used the day that he left. Misty saw it as all her fault. Why did she act like that? She didn't know why she was so mean to him, when all she was wanting was for him to…say exactly what he had said. Misty burst into tears as she realized what she had done. He cared for her, and she was so blinded by her feeling sorry for Chris that she'd overlooked his words and drove him away.
"What…have I…done?" Misty said between sobs as she sat up on the bed.
"What's wrong?" The fool dared ask her what was wrong. To make it worse, he took her in his arms as if she were his. She'd never be his, and she didn't care how he felt about it.
"Leave me alone, I don't ever want to see you again!" Misty yelled as she ran out of the door, and down the path to the big city. She'd get lost in the crowd of people, and no one would ever find her. That was how she felt as she continued to run and cry.
"What did I do?" Chris was asking to himself. "This is about Ash. I just know it. I let that idiot break my hand, and still he haunts me. I know he's alive somewhere, if he's as good a Pokemon trainer as he claims, he's alive and well. He and Misty will pay in due time."
Misty ran to the pier and boarded a boat for the town directly above Cinnabar. Pallet Town. She'd go to Pallet town, and talk with Ash's mom. At least one person knew what she was going through, and it was Ash's mom. She was so torn up inside that she'd forgotten what she was doing. She realized though when she stepped onto the deck of the boat and looked at the sea. The sea that had for so long been her friend had taken her best friend from her. No, not the sea, the boat, and she was on one too. "I've go to get off of here." She said as she realized that she was doing the one thing that she swore never to do again. Get in a boat. She frantically ran through the vessel until she found the Captain's office. She entered, and began to plead with the Captain. "I've go to get off of here, now!"
"Calm down, young lady, what's your problem?"
"I can't be on boats. I've sworn never to get on a boat."
"Then why are you on board?"
"Look, remember the S.S. Angelica?"
"Is that what this is all about?"
"The only person that died from that boat was my best friend. After that, I swore never to get on another boat. I was wanting to go to Pallet Town, and I was so upset that I forgot about my situation."
"I'm sorry to hear that, young lady, but I'm afraid that there's nothing we can do in the middle of the sea."
Misty simply said, "Okay." And she turned and left as if nothing had happened. Misty walked back to her cabin and lie on the bed. Everything she did, she correlated it to Ash somehow.
When she sat down on the bed she was reminded of the time when Ash was sleeping in a bunk bed above her, and just as she was about to fall asleep, Ash dropped his head down, and scared the fear of god out of her. When she brushed her teeth, she was reminded of the time when Ash walked in on her when she was brushing her teeth, and he got so freaked out about thinking he'd walked in on her in the nude, that he tripped and fell trying to get out of the bathroom door. These memories made her laugh now, but when they actually happened, she was so mean to him. She was always fighting with him, and hurting his feelings. You couldn't tell from anyone else's point of view, but she knew when he was hurt, even if it didn't show through on the outside.
Misty put her fears to rest. The way she figured it, if the boat did sink, maybe she could be with Ash in Heaven. She drifted off to sleep, and didn't wake up for a while.
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On Shamuti Island, Melody was upset too over the news of Ash. She was especially angry from the fact that she was so close to Ash, yet she didn't save him. I wasn't her fault, no one could have known about the ship sinking, but she still felt guilty. Her people had had a ceremony to honor Ash, kind of like a funeral, only much more important and honorable. The way Melody saw it; they'd better do something to honor Ash. He'd saved the world before. She sat on her little table and thought about how things could be or should be. She had a big crush on Ash, and everyone knew it. She would have liked to have had a chance with him, but she could tell he and Misty were destined for each other. To her knowledge though, Ash was a bit blind to the situation. It was pouring rain outside, and it was quite cold. Out of the blue there was a loud knock on the door. Melody jumped up to answer the door, and was greeted by a cloaked figure that was dripping wet. The person was obviously male, due to his size and broadness of shoulders, and he was obviously cold. He was about her age, and he kept his face covered. Melody let him in.
The stranger sat down on the table, and said, "Thank you." His voice was slightly scratchy, but it sounded like it could be kind when it was normal.
"No, problem. You must be cold, let me get some clothes for you." Melody said, kindly as she got up from the table and fetched some clothes and drew a bath for the stranger. She directed him to the bath, and let him and his clothes be. She returned to the table, and thought on the matter. She wasn't too far in her thoughts when she found a slip of soggy paper that the person had obviously dropped. She picked the paper up, read it, and her face beamed. She quickly put it away and returned to her seat, when the stranger walked out of the bathroom. He had on the clothes that Melody had given him, and he was holding the towel over his face drying his hair. He had a slightly muscular frame, and his hair was a dark black. He removed the towel, letting Melody see his face, and she smiled even wider at the sight.
"I told you I'd be here sometime." The stranger said in his still raspy voice. Melody jumped up and hugged the stranger.
"You took so long to get here, I was starting to wonder if you were coming." Melody said, as she sat back down in her previous location.
"You wouldn't believe the traffic in the water, and this rain was slowing me down even more." The man said, still hoarse.
"But you're here, that's all that matters." Melody said, smiling at him with bright eyes.
"I'm here, but I can't really remember why I wanted to come." The stranger said, putting a hand to his head for added emphasis. Melody was starting to not like the forming picture here.
"What's your name?" She asked him playfully.
"I…I…don't remember." The man said, shaking his head violently, "I don't remember anything!"
Melody was starting to panic. How could he have gotten amnesia? He had talked to her just a few days prior, and he was fine. Now, he shows up here, perfectly unharmed, except for not remembering a single thing about his life. She was sacred, but then she started thinking to her gain. "Maybe I could tell him that he lives here, and he'll never remember his past life." She thought to herself as a big grin engulfed her face.
"What are you smiling at?" The man asked, confused about the comedy of this situation. "Can you at least tell me my name?"
"Sure, just let me get my mind in order." Melody said as she began to plot all of the things that she would tell him to make him hers, forever.
Post Note: Know what's happening? Some should, while others might not. It doesn't really matter because of what's ahead. I know I promised a longer chapter, but I've decided to just let the chapters slide out at whatever length they may end at. Please drop reviews and tell me what you think. Mail me if you have in-depth questions, suggestions, or whatever. And as always, keep it real, people.