Misty Waterflower: Relationship Consultant
Chapter One
By: eek!
Disclaimer: I don't Pokemon the anime or any characters that make cameo appearances from other animes. I am just borrowing the characters.
Authoress's notes: I got this idea while watching the Temacu (or whatever the hell her name is) episode. In case any of you haven't seen it its the one where this girl swoons over Brock just like he swoons over ever girl he meets. Misty also tries to give the reluctant Brock relationship advice all through out the episode. I thought it was interesting that Misty was giving all this advice even though she can't seem to handle her own......
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"Where the hell do you think your going? Well not in my lane that's for sure!!!" the impatient red head yelled as she honked at the car that tried to inch its way into her lane. It was 8:40 in the morning and the late rush hour traffic was barely crawling along the main Cerulean City highway.
"Well as you can see folks I-4 is jammed packed between exits 2 and 10 and it seems to be some sort of road work..."reported the traffic D.J.
"No shit," Misty cursed as she passed the bright orange cones that blocked her passage to freedom. Today was the perfect day for tearing up the road for no apparent reason. What a civic improvement.
"And so I said to him, 'If you wanna have a relationship you're gonna have to play me right ya know....'"chatted the woman on the radio talk show.
"Oh come on where is the music," Misty said as she searched for a better station.
Just then the vehicle in front of her stopped short causing Misty to almost slam into the back of the towering S.U.V.
"Learn to drive!!!!" Misty screamed out the window. This obviously was not Misty's day. Not only was she running late for her job, she also had a massive headache and a Gyarados sized case of road rage. She just had one more exit to go, but by the time she got to the exit she would be old enough to retire. Little by little, Misty inched closer to the exit and to the end of her sanity. After about fifteen minutes of stop, go, and honk, the exit ramp appeared at last.
"Yes!!!" Misty cheered as she pulled into the exit lane. Her happiness was short-lived however as a car tried to enter the lane after riding the shoulder. The front of the car darted dangerously in front of Misty almost causing an accident.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to get us all killed?" Misty exploded for the umpteenth time today. She swerved to avoid the car and drove up the ramp. But not before she let the driver the other car know her anger by sticking the middle finger of her daintily manicured hand out the window.
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It was only a short while before Misty pulled into the parking lot of a small office building. Gathering her papers, Misty began the long trudge up three flights of stairs to the "Waterflower Agency of Matchmaking and Relationship Counseling". The Waterflower sisters were well known in Cerulean City for there expertise in matters of the heart and were always busy. Although the Waterflowers owned the agency, they always had one sister at the gym and owned the agency for extra cash.
"Your late for your 9'clock Misty." Violet informed Misty as she walked into the reception part of the office.
"Well I wouldn't be if we just had this at the Gym!" Misty exclaimed.
"Aww come on Mist, you know the zoning regulations," answered Violet, not looking up from her filing. At this remark, Misty spun around and glowered at Violet,
"Don't you ever call me "Mist" EVER again!!!"
"Touchy, Touchy," said Violet, putting up her hands in a defensive jester. "Anyways, Mist-y, I have your file for your appointment that you are ten minutes late for."
Misty snatched the file out Violet's outstretched hand, scanning the contents of the file as she composed herself to enter her office. She was greeted by a man and woman who looked about the same age. The women that sat to the left was wearing a velvet purple jumper with her hair in a short boyish hairstyle. The man to the right wore baggy marshal arts clothes and an angry scowl on his face.
"I apologize for being late, I really..." Misty started.
"No it's ok," responded the women, "we only arrived five minutes ago."
"Ok then," replied Misty as she opened the file, "what seems to be the problem here Mr. and Mrs. Saotome?"
"Well lately..." Akane began.
" For starters," Ranma interrupted, "she can't cook, she has a nasty temper, she'll thwack you whenever something goes wrong...."
"He is a cheapskate, a lazy bum, he never helps out..." Akane countered. This was going to be a very long session for Misty.
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It took Misty all the self restraint she had to keep herself from not smacking the couple. Two hours passed and Misty finally had things some what under control.
"Mr. and Mrs. Saotome, in marriage, like with any relationship, you have to learn to compromise," Misty began, "that's why we have come to an agreement. Akane you have agreed to take cooking lessons if Ranma buys you a new cooking set."
"Sounds good."
"I guess."
"Alright then if you too can learn to *comprise*, we will not need many follow up visits. But I would like to see you guys in one month to see how you are doing," Misty said with a forced cheerfulness.
"Ok, thank you," replied Akane.
"Please make your appointment with Violet as you leave the office. Thank you and have a nice day," Misty said automatically, ushering Ranma and Akane out the door.
After closing the door behind her Misty collapsed down into her chair exhausted.
"I hate consoling duty," Misty said to no one in particular as fumbled with the child seal on the aspirin bottle. She wished she got more of a chance to actually work in the "match making" part of the service. It was always fun to set people up on blind dates and here about them afterwards. But lately she just got case after case of disgruntled married folks as her sisters snatched all the good projects.
"Maybe I should answer the phones more often," she mused out loud looking at the phone which suddenly started ringing. She picked it up and heard Violet at the other end,
"Hey, Misty, there's someone here to see you."
"Who?"
"I'm not telling," Violet answered back in a sing song voice, much to Misty annoyance.
"Send them in then," she said exasperated as she still fumbled with the annoying little aspirin cap. After the day she had been having things couldn't get any worse...right?
The door opened to reveal a tall youth around Misty's age with black spiky hair. He wore faded blue jeans and a black top that was the same fashion he had worn for over 10 years. In addition to his normal attire he wore a blue denim jacket with a Pikachu perched on his shoulder. He was....
"Hey Mist."
"Ash!?!?!" Misty asked shocked, her mouth gaping open. Her initial fright had caused her to apply a lot of pressure to the cap of the flimsy aspirin bottle.
****POP****
The cap of the aspirin bottle blew off and aspirin went flying out of the bottle and all over the office.
"Woopsie," said Misty as she blushed a scarlet red.
Real Smooth, Misty Waterflower, Real Smooth.
Ending Blurb: So what did you guys think about it? Was it good, bad or did it just plain suck? Feedback and Criticism is much needed and much appreciated!!!! Thank you all and goodnight.
~eek!~