Dancing Queen
Author's Note: Oh my Gosh! Heck has frozen over! She put up another chapter!
Chapter Eleven: 911 Emergency
Tsuki tapped her long green painted fingernails on the bathroom sink looking at the reflection that stared back at her. Her heart fell. Did she even have the chance to win the tournament? Tsuki lifted her long dazzling hair back and picked up some chopsticks. In a few seconds she had flipped her hair into a neat bun with the chop sticks sticking elegantly in a cross out of her hair.
"I need to do this. Everyone is depending on me," She said to her reflection.
Bring. Bring. Bring. Bring. Bring. Bring. Phone call! Phone call!
Tsuki rolled her eyes and rose up from her stool to walk to the small phone booth on the opposite side of the room. She picked up the receiver expecting to see a picture of someone fizz into focus. There was only blackness.
"You're needed, Ms. Kenka," A voice hissed on the other side of the line. "Down by the old court house."
"What? Who is this? Hello?"
"Be there. Or you'll be sorry."
"Hello?!"
" -- "
Tsuki sighed and hung up the phone. She stared out into the blackness outside of her window.
"Why not…"
Misty sat on the old rusty chairs of the courthouse gazing lazily at the chalkboard that Brock had pulled out and began scribbling notes on. She had her folded arms laying on the old oak desk before her.
"Misty! Are you paying any attention?"
"No, not really. Unless you count sleeping as politics," Misty muttered setting her chin on her folded arms.
"Only Ash would count that."
"Good for him."
"Misty! We are never going to win with that attitude."
"We? I am entering the contest. Not you Brock. You know what? I sick and tired of this! I just want to get some sleep! No more stupid training. I don't need Ash back that bad!"
With that Misty ran past Brock and into one of the back rooms of the courthouse. Brock stared after her looking hurt, "I guess… If you don't want my help then I not needed."
Brock made it all the way to door and turned back to stare at the darkness, "That's a shame. Ash wouldn't be able to resist you in a crown…"
Misty slid down the back of the door to the floor overcome with tears. She didn't feel like herself at all. Weak and angry all the time not counting the huger. Misty was starting to believe it wasn't worth it…
But her heart told her otherwise. She brushed her tears away. It had been officially a month since the beginning tournament. Brock had been putting her through course after course of manners, history, fighting, pokemon training, dancing, and so on and so on. She hadn't see a bed in three days now. After the tournament Ash disappeared. She had the aching suspicion that he was avoiding her.
"What am I supposed to do? It's too hard…"
There was a sound like shuffling from the rafters. Misty leapt to her feet and stared about the room with wild blue eyes,
"Who's here? Show yourself!"
Misty's demand was let unanswered. After a few minutes Misty was able to convince herself it was just a rat. Suddenly there was a loud smash and smoke filled the room. The beam above her had caught ablaze. Misty let out a terrifying scream as the flames spread around her.
Ash was on his way back home from a little ice cream outing with Pikachu. Filled with all the sweets they could imagine, the two made there happy way along the street back to the hotel. Ash was so full and sleepy, he almost didn't notice who passed him.
"Hey Brock. Wassup?"
"Nothing much," Brock muttered softly.
There was no mistaking that by the sound of his voice something was wrong. Ash didn't mention it.
"Where is Misty?"
"Maybe you should talk to her. She sort of depressed with the contest and all."
Ash suddenly went red with embarrassment. "What makes you think she would want to talk to me?"
"Cause she likes you, Ash," Brock grinned. Ash glared but Brock just flung his hands in the air innocently, "You asked for my opinion."
'Come on, Ash,' Pikachu smiled tugging on Ash's pant leg. 'She misses you.'
"Well, I guess."
Ash reached the courthouse to have the flames and heat greet him. Ash let out a horrified shout and dashed to the courthouse doors. Pikachu ran the other way for help without needing Ash to tell him. Pikachu knew his master well.
Ash yanked the doors opened and ran inside covering his mouth with his gloved hand. Smoke stung his eyes and flames licked out at him as he came upon the nearest room.
He kicked it opened… nothing.
The next door… nothing.
Ash finally burst through the last door to see Misty laying in a heap on the floor. She had probably fainted from the lack of oxygen. Ash lifted her limp body in his arms and dashed for the opened door with a wall of flame erupted before them. Ash stumbled backwards. He found himself weakening. He had to get out of here quick before he ran out of air like Misty.
Ash spun about to see the window. With a lurch of hope, Ash charged at the window and smashed his way through it. Ash rolled across the damp green cuts and scrapes all over his body.
He opened his eyes to watch as the Courthouse suddenly erupted with a explosion so huge it must have shook the heavens. Ash covered Misty with his body as the flame and bits of wood spat out of the eruption. In the distance Ash could hear the coming of sirens…
His eyes slowly dropped as the numbing pain took over him. He fell back onto the grass next to the red head, completely exhausted.
To Be Continued…
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