A/N: Sorry the wait was so long. I had tons of homework and that I started another story. I'm going have to pull back on updating this story and writing each chapter. But not to fear, I'm still going to aim on finishing this on Christmas day or Christmas Eve. Lucky for me I have two months left.
Disclaimer: I still don't own Pokemon.
Chapter 3
"Mother," cried Misty.
"Yes Misty Kasumi Waterflower. In life I was your mother but in death and in afterlife I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."
"You… you can't be here. You can't. You died when I was seven. You can't." Cried Misty tears dripping from her eyes.
"Oh Kasumi." The ghost said stepping forward and enwrapping her arms around Misty.
"Mommy. Why? Why? Did you leave me on Christmas?" Misty cried.
"Misty, tell me why don't you like today?" asked the ghost. She wiped the tear from Misty's eyes.
"Because… because today was the day you left me Mommy. After Daddy's death you promised to be with me forever, but you left. We almost lost the gym today," cried Misty.
"That's not the real reason was it Sumi?" asked the ghost.
"Huh?" asked Misty. She looked up and stared into her mother's eyes.
"I came here not to visit but for another purpose. You lost your heart for Christmas some where in your up bring, and I'm here to recover your lose. Come Misty. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past and for the few hours I have with you I must show you everything."
"Past? What past? You mean long past?" asked Misty.
"Not long past Sumi. Your past on every meaningful Christmas. Come Misty." The ghost extended her hand, and Misty took it. A strong swelling sensation engulfed Misty. She looked down and saw herself glowing with white and floating in the air.
"Ahh! What happened?" cried Misty.
"It's a small trick to be able to travel faster. Come," the ghost said pulling Misty through the closed window.
"Ahh! This must be a dream. This defines all laws of gravity," cried Misty.
"No this is no dream Sumi come. I must show you your past." The ghost waved their hand was a field of white smoke engulfed them. Surprising Misty didn't cough once. The ghost pulled Misty through the smoke appearing in old school courtyard. The ground was covered in inches of snow as small ringing of bells could be heard. Trees of pine covered the courtyard, as they are all covered in snow. A few forgetful Pidgeys shiver in the cold as they give a small chirp.
"Mother where are we?" asked Misty to the ghost.
"I have taken you back into time Sumi. Don't you remember this place?" asked the ghost.
"No."
"Are you sure? Sumi?"
"Wait now I remember. This is the Viridian Institution of Pokemon wasn't it?"
"Yes Sumi. You stayed here for five years." The ghost gave a nod as she led Misty into the courtyard.
"Yeah, I remember now Mom. This is where I became interested in Pokemon training and being the best water Pokemon," said Misty excitedly.
The ghost nodded and beamed. She turned around and saw that Misty wasn't looking at her but at the young children that were boarding the train for home. Misty seemed to be searching for something as scan the platform widely. Her face produced a depressed look at she turned to face the ghost.
"What's the point of showing me this day if I'm in it?" asked Misty. Her voice was full of annoyance as the ghost sighed.
"Show some patience Misty. Come," said the ghost. The ghost lead Misty look the stone cast schoolhouse, which held 150, Pokemon engraved upon it. The ghost pulled the steel door open which caused a confused look upon Misty's voice.
"What?" asked the ghost innocently.
"You can fly, yet you can't go though walls?" asked Misty.
"Course I can, but I'm not sure about you. Now come." Misty sighed as the ghost lead Misty farther and farther into the schoolhouse till the sounds of children's laughter rang though the hallway. The ghost knowing exactly where to go pushed open a door with the number 14A engraved upon it. Misty walked in and grasped in horror at what she saw. There sat a young girl about six with shoulder length orange fiery hair with emerald eyes with a boy about five with messy coffee color hair and amber eyes.
"That's me," whispered Misty. She pointed to the young girl sitting with the boy a few feet from her.
"There's no need to whisper. They can't hear you or see you," said the ghost.
"Who's that boy, Mom?" asked Misty.
"Don't you remember?"
Misty shook her head as she watched the scene in front of her. "This is the best Christmas ever," said the boy happily as he held a small gift in his hands.
"You bet, cause I get to spend it with you," said the childhood Misty.
"But you didn't have to," protested the boy.
"I wanted to, Toshi," said mini Misty.
"Thank you," said the boy smiling.
"Now I remember," said Misty to the ghost. "That boy, he was my only friend here. I was being bullied by some of the older boys, and he saved me. All I remember is that he was living with his dad who got kidnapped or something. He came here cause the orphanage in Viridian was crowded. I stayed with him on Christmas to keep him company. That boy helped me though Dad's death."
Misty turned to look at the scene and the ghost could have sworn she saw Misty do something she hadn't done is such a long time, smile. Misty smiled.
The young Misty giggled at something the boy said as she opened a small package in front of her. The young Misty grasped at what she saw. They in her lap was the most priceless thing anyone had ever given her. A beautiful charm bracelet with all the water Pokemon dangling from the chain. Every charm was either made from diamond, sapphire, ruby, emerald, crystal or opaque.
"I can't accept something like this Toshi," protested Misty.
"Why?" asked the boy. His face was filled with disappointment, confusion and hurt.
"Because this must have cost you a fortune," grasped Misty.
"So?"
"You can't spend to much on a friend it's not right."
"Why? You aren't a friend to me Misty. I love you, and someday when we're old enough I want to marry to Misty Waterflower," said the boy.
"Don't speak such nonsense Toshi," said Misty. She blushed badly but secretly she wished the same thing.
"Then I'll prove it to you," said the boy with a clever mischievous look upon his face. The boy got up and walked to Misty's side. Being a head shorted than Misty the boy stood on his tiptoes and gave her a big wet kiss on the cheeks.
Mini Misty giggled as she turned to face the young boy in front of her. "You're right Toshi. We do make a good couple. I'll marry you," giggled Misty.
"Oh my god was I foolish back then," said Misty to her mother. "I knew nothing. I was so stupid back then promising a kid to marry him when I got older."
The ghost sighed at her daughter's remark. "I always thought it was such a cute gesture too. You did have it bad for that boy."
"Did Mother. That's the key word. I grew out of that foolish puppy love years ago," said Misty was a voice of disgust.
"Oh Sumi. Come. I'll show you another Christmas," said the ghost. Misty closed her eyes waiting to be lifted off the ground only this time it didn't happen. To her surprise she smelled the scent of freshly baked cookies and very strong perfume. Misty immediately opened her eyes to find the source of the scent only to freak that the reddish pink smoke in front of her. Misty quickly turned to find the ghost of her mother not there. When she turned around again, she throat ran dry as her eyes bungled out as big as pancakes. There in front of her was the school house scene again only it was different. There standing to her side was her mother smiling.
'We didn't go anywhere," snapped Misty in disappointment.
"Yes, we did Sumi. Watch," said the ghost plainly.
Misty shrugged her shoulders and looked forward. Once again she saw herself and the young boy that she had stated she would marry.
"Mother, who is that boy?" asked Misty again.
"Someone you forgot and of no importance to your life anymore," said the ghost. Misty feeling satisfied with the answer said no more as she watched the scene. Misty had noticed at her mother spoke the truth. Time had gone by. She was older in this scene as was her childhood friend. Only this time they both looked down in their face. The younger version of Misty held red streaks near her eyes, as the young boy was comforting her.
"It'll be okay, Misty. Trust me. We'll see each again after your mother gets well again," said the boy tenderly.
"Really?" asked Misty.
"Uh huh," said the boy nodding.
"Promise?" asked Misty. Her face was flushed as she looked at her friend. She held her pinkie out waiting for a trusty pinkie swear.
"Promise, we'll see each other again someday," said the boy. He en collapsed his pinkie around hers. The two children sighed as the grandfather clock on the side chimed ten times.
"Now I remember," said the adult Misty. "This was the Christmas that you died wasn't it, Mom?"
The ghost nodded but made no moments to face Misty. She sighed as she followed her glaze to scene before her.
"It's ten, Toshi. My sister Lily is going to be here soon," exclaimed Misty.
"Maybe she'll be late?" asked the young boy hopefully.
"Not a chance. My sisters are never late," said Misty. The young boy nodded before turning away.
"I don't mean it like that Toshi. I'll miss you. I swear I will," said Misty hurriedly.
"I know," whispered the boy. His eyes were full of tears that both Mistys could detect. "It's just so hard to say good bye."
"I know. I feel the same," whispered Misty. Before she could say anything the door behind them opened. The adult Misty quickly turned around in unison with her childhood self. The two grasped at the same time but for different reasons.
"Lily," whispered the two Mistys.
In walked a young beautiful girl of light pale skin and blond hair that flowed freely. She was wearing a wool jacket. Her eyes were blotchy scenting that she had been crying. "Well like come on Misty. Daisy and Violet are like waiting with the chauffeur," said Lily.
The childhood Misty nodded as she picked up her small suitcase and a backpack holding all her treasures. Before leaving to join her sisters Misty turned around one last time to face her friend.
"Good bye Toshi."
"It's not good bye. It's till we meet up again," said the boy. He grinned as he held up his famous peace sign.
"Right," said Misty nodding and walked away leaving the young boy standing solemnly by himself. Misty joined her sister's side and handed her, her one suitcase. The two siblings walked out of the classroom leaving the young boy in thought. A thought flashed though his mind and he cringed.
"Misty! Wait," shouted the young boy hopelessly. He tore out of the classroom as fast as he could. The adult Misty turned to her ghost waiting for an answer.
"Come," said the ghost leading Misty to the window that showed the front of the school. "We'll watch from in here." Misty nodded as she watched her younger self-board the fancy limo.
"I'm sorry we had to sell that limo, Mom," said Misty. She remembered quite well when she was younger and very rich.
"It's okay I never did like that limo much any ways. Your father fancied it a lot through," said the ghost.
"Oh," said Misty. She looked out the window to find to car driving away just as the young boy ran out the schoolhouse. The boy looked furiously this way and way till he spotted the car.
"Misty don't go!" shouted the boy. Knowing that she couldn't have possibly have heard the boy took off running till he was a lined with the car. "Misty," shouted the boy nearly out of breath. To his relief the window were rolled down showing Misty's concern face.
"What is it?" asked Misty curious.
"Your Christmas present," shouted the boy.
"What?" asked Misty. "You ran all the way out here to give me my Christmas present. But you shouldn't have."
"I had too. I can't wait to give it to you later. Here don't open it till you are alone and depress. Open it to remember me," said the boy. With that said he tossed the small gift into the car landing in Misty's open hands.
"I promise, and thank you," shouted Misty. She felt an urge on her shoulders and rolled up the windows. The young boy sighed as he stopped running and watched the black limo drive away, away from his life with his love. When the limo was too far to see the boy sighed and made his long trek back to the schoolhouse.
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While back in the schoolhouse. "Maybe it wasn't right sending you away like that Misty," said the ghost.
"Are you kidding? If I never went away from here I might have married that orphanage kid," said Misty.
"But you loved him," protested the ghost.
"I was lonely. He was a friend, and I confused it with love."
"You sure won't like that from what I remember," said the ghost chuckling.
"Well still if I never left would never gotten into Pokemon training and met Gary," said Misty. For a minute Misty went silent before she spoke again. "What exactly was the gift that kid gave me that day any ways?"
"You really care?" asked the ghost.
"No."
"Well then I'm going to show you another Christmas. This time we travel come," said the ghost. Misty nodded before taking a hold of the ghost's hand. She put the present behind her mind as she watched the neon before her flash back. The ride was soon over in a brut stop dropping Misty into a pile of cold snow. She quickly looked around but saw nothing that seemed familiar to her. It was a beach a beach was snow everywhere.
"Where are we?" asked Misty to the ghost.
"Don't you remember this Christmas?" asked the ghost.
"No," said Misty annoyingly. "If I did, I wouldn't be wondering."
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You don't have to pull the fun from this ride. We still have a lot more stops to make," said the ghost.
TBC
A/N: I know it was suppose to be a long chapter but with school and I mean a lot of homework I really don't have enough time to write. So I decided to cut this chapter off at here. I was planning on finishing the Ghost of Christmas Past in all in one chapter, but I couldn't, sorry. Can you guess who that young boy is? Nah! Can't tell it'll ruin that story. Got any ideas who the Ghost of Christmas Present could be? Review please review. Pikachu loves reviews it helps her write faster and finish her homework sooner. I'm still aiming on finishing this on Christmas day, so I better keep writing.