"Gyarados,
go!"
Red light
engulfed the huge dragon like Pokémon as it emerged from its Pokéball and
materialized in the warm air.
The Young
trainer grinned at his opponent for giving him a chance like that.
That
shouldn't be too hard, he thought.
"Pikachu, I
chose you!"
The small
yellow mouse Pokémon at his side nodded, sure to win, electricity sparkling
from his round red cheeks, and ran onto the battleground.
"Gyarados,
Hyperbeam!"
The dragon
launched forward to execute one of its most powerful attacks, powerful enough
to wipe out inexperienced trainers Pokémon.
No, not
with me, the young trainer thought.
He had too
much experience with Pikachu in battle to lose now.
"Pikachu, Agility!"
The small
Pokémon did as its trainer said and escaped Gyarados' critical attacks.
Much too
easy, the young trainer frowned.
He must
have some kind of special attack, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen this
Pokémon in such a moment.
And there
it was.
Just a
small sign from trainer to Pokémon, unrecognizable for everyone who wasn't
looking for it, but at the same time cue for the Pokémon to dash forwards at an
incredible speed to capture Pikachu.
"Pikachu,
Thunder!"
The Pokémon
obeyed, but it didn't have any chance.
The young
trainer stared unbelievingly at the Gyarados, his eyes widely open.
The Pokémon
had erected its horn plates, reflecting Pikachu's thundershocks easily,
grabbing the small Pokémon with his long, winding body almost serpent like.
Pikachu
cried in pain as the other Pokémon tightened his grip in it.
Darn,
the young trainer thought. This can't be the end. I haven't come this
far to lose now! I have to prove to myself that I can do it! I have to prove it
to her…
A wave of
energy flooded through his whole body and suddenly his brain started to develop
a solution.
Once again,
the young trainer grinner.
This is it.
"Pikachu,
direct a thundershock at Gyarados' nostrils!"
Pikachu
grinned back, obviously knowing his trainers' plan.
The nostrils
were Gyarados' most sensitive spot, as soon as it was touched in any way, the
Pokémon would start to spit out a beam of water.
And so it
happened. Just as the fountain shot out of Gyarados' mouth, it loosened its
grip on Pikachu so that the small Pokémon could escape and use its thunder
attack on the fountain.
In the same
moment as the electric Pokémon landed back on the ground, Gyarados let out a
bone-shattering cry as it was hit by the high voltage, and soon after it fell
to the ground with a thud.
Silence.
Nobody
spoke a word.
Even
Pikachu stared unbelievingly at what he had just done.
A crackle
in the speakers broke the silence.
"Sigfried's
third and last Pokémon has been defeated! What a fight! 15-year-old Ash Ketchum
is the new Pokémon Master! Congratulations Ash!"
Suddenly,
the crowds began to cheer and celebrate their new hero they had gotten so
acquainted with over the past few years.
This was
when Ash finally realized he was not alone with his opponent like so often when
he had battled in the wild.
He had won.
He actually
was the Pokémon Master.
Finally.
Once more,
his childlike behavior broke through the surface and Ash ran onto the
battlefield to give his most precious friend a hug.
Thinking
the same, his buddy ran up to him and jumped into his arms.
Never
before had they felt so completely satisfied.
Yet he was
still lacking something.
He was
lacking somebody.
Misty still
sat in her seat in the TV room and stared at the screen as if she had been
hypnotized. Unbelievingly, she watched Ash Ketchum fight his most important
stand, and win!
Though she had
always known Ash would someday win the Pokémon League and become a Pokémon
Master, she still was surprised when it finally happened.
Even little
Togepi in her lap seemingly understood what Ash and "Uncle Pikachu" had
achieved and cheered loudly.
Misty watched
quietly, but with a proud smile on her face, as Ash gave his first interview.
And he did
better than she had ever imagined. While she had been traveling with him, Ash
had still been incredibly immature and childish, but he obviously had matured
during the years they hadn't seen each other.
The interview
went on several minutes, questioning Ash about every single period of his life,
up till the part when he had traveled with his friends, and finally coming up
to the events of the present day…
"So, Mr. Ketchum, this has been an incredible fight. I bet everybody's heart skipped a beat as your opponent's Gyarados easily reflected your Pikachu's thunder attacks. What about you? Did you feel self assured all the time? And how did you ever think of the attack that finally made you the new Pokémon Master?"
"Well", Ash answered, smiling brightly, "He surely surprised me with what he did. I had never seen a water Pokémon react that way before, and at first, I thought I was about to lose the fight, but then I remembered all the things someone once taught me about water Pokémon, like what their weak points are. One just lead to the other."
"Oh, so you had a teacher to learn more about Pokémon? Did you attend a PokéTek University?"
"Oh no", Ash answered, slightly laughing as he remember how he had been taught in the ways of Pokémon training. "I never went to University. Like I already said, I started my Pokémon Journey at the age of 10, and on the very first day I met a girl who had specialized on water Pokémon as her sisters lead the Cerulean City Gym. She always gave me good advice, and though I was sometimes, well always, to stubborn to admit it, I really appreciated her help and criticism. If it hadn't been for her, I would never have come this far. I wouldn't even have won enough badges to challenge other trainers in the league."
Ash turned his face away from the interviewer and now directly looked into the camera, as if he knew he had caught Misty's gaze.
"Thank you, Misty. Thanks for everything. I can't wait for the next time I see you to talk to you in person", and with a smirk he added, "I still owe you one."
Misty's heart
almost leaped out of her breast. Never before had Ash really thanked her for
anything, and especially not in public.
She could feel
a warm red rush up to her cheeks as she repeated his words over and over.
"Good for
you to remember…" she said, grinning like before, posing a riddle to her friend
Hitomi who had been watching the fight with her.
"What did he
mean by: I still owe you one? Is there anything you should tell me, Misty?"
Hitomi grinned, obviously most interested in what was going on between her
friend and the new Pokémon Master.
"It's nothing really. Nothing important…" Misty
replied, watching the rest of the interview with dreamy eyes.
"But there
is one thing I have to admit…" Hitomi started, pondering over the Ash and his
behavior as shown on the screen.
Misty
turned around to her, somewhat curious about what her friend was about to
reveal.
"He is
really cute, just as you said. Even cuter than on the pictures you've got."
Hitomi
smirked as she noticed the somewhat embarrassed, but still happy expression on
Misty's face.
She hadn't
seen her like this before. Never so content, so glad, so…
In love.
Ash sighed.
This was surely the most exhausting day in his whole life.
Sitting at
the table, he tried to follow one of the many conversations held about his
victory just some hours ago.
But
eventually, Ash just was not able to pay attention to anything. He drifted from
one conversation to the other just to start daydreaming again.
He had
often been thinking about this day before, but in his imagination it had always
been very different from what it really was now.
In his imagination,
he had been celebrating with all his friends he had got to know during his
journey: Prof Oak, Brock, Tracy, Snap, and, most of all Misty.
It had now
been three years since the two of them had seen each other, though Ash was sure
Misty had watched his fight in the TV. All he hoped was that she had watched
long enough to hear him thank her for what she had done for him.
Ash smiled.
She surely had been watching long enough, he could bet on that.
And just
two more years and he would finally see her again. Then he would be able to
tell her what he had wanted to tell her desperately for the past years.
He could
finally confess his inner thoughts and feelings. And from the way she had acted
when she had said her good-byes, Ash assumed that she shared his feelings.
Slowly, he
brought his hand up to his cheek, up to the exact spot she had kissed him.
Smiling, he
recalled that one moment of completeness, of total contentment. He had felt so
in tune with everything, and for the first time, even with himself that he had
been simply overwhelmed by his feelings.
Not to
think what would happen when they would share their first real kiss.
Realizing
what he was thinking about, Ash slightly blushed, but still smiling about his
dream.
Someday, he thought to himself.
One special
day in less than two years…
A/n: Finally
finallyJ It took me really long to post this
chapter/Part, actually. But I got a really good excuse for that: I've been on
vacation in the US for three weeks and thus haven't been able to write a lot. And
if you should recognize that this chapter is written worse than the ones
before, let me explain this with my jet-lag. I started writing this when I came
back home, after about 27 hours without sleep, and I'm writing on now, while I'm
still really exhausted and not able to concentrate on anything that much.
But
first, what do y'all think about this chapter? Realizing I had been writing too
many parts without really getting on with the plot, I finally decided to write
one of the most important events in the story, or Ash and Misty's lives. After
having written this Pokémon Master part, I think I will go on fast, so that at
least the chapter after the next one will deal with Ash's and Misty's reunion.
But you will have to wait for it. If you can't just email me, ask the questions
you want answered and I will try to reply as soon as possible.
P.S.:
About that fight: I know it wasn't really imaginative, but I'm not that good at
Pokémon fights, that's why I chose the topic Romance and not AdventureJ
But hope
you like it anyways. I'll try to post the next chapter within a couple of days.
Thanks
so much for reading this, Tifa (the sleep-lacking authorJ)