Pokemon Atarashii Hinode - Chapter 3
Wow! Very long awaited! I finally decided to "resurrect" this fic. Hopefully old fans will return, and new fans will find interest. I've changed the rating a bit too, as I've added much angst/sadness to this fan fiction. As for my other fic? Eh, I'll get around to it, but please enjoy this one in the meantime! ^^;;
-----------------------------------------
Ash walked forward, keeping a steady pace, trying at all costs not to look back. Not to look back on the glorious world he was now exiting. His friends. How could he leave them? But yet he was.
All for a dream.
His goal in life.
Memories flashed through Ash's mind of years ago. He saw his mom and family. He saw his dad. A tear slowly ran down his face, but Ash sniffed to try to stop its fall.
His dad. His dad was the sole reason he had begun his journey.
Even though memories of his dad were scarce and hard to come by in his mind, he could still remember the day his dad had left.
He had always admired his dad greatly, even at his young age of 5, when his father left. He could see the few memories he had, slowly flashing through his mind. A young boy gently tugging on his father's pants, wanting to have a look at a 'mystical' round object in his father's hands.
"it's a poke-ball, son."
"Poke-ball? Whats that?"
"You can catch mystical creatures in it, and become their friends."
"Friends…I'd like that."
Then, the scene faded, showing another, but a not-so happy one.
"Daddy, where you going to?"
"Well, I'm going on a Pokemon journey. See, its my dream to become a pokemon master."
"Your dream?"
"Yes, its my dream. At all costs I'm going to try my best to become the best trainer I can."
"Bbbut, you're going to leave us? Mommy too?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. But don't worry squirt, I'll be back," he answered, flashing a smile and gently tousling the confused boy's dark locks.
"A dream…," young Ash whispered softly,
"….his dream……," he said watching his father slowly disapeer beyond the hills.
He gently clutched his mother's hand, looking upon the horizon and said softly, "…………………………….........my dream."
Ash sighed. Yes, his whole "pokemon master dream" had begun as a single seed planted in his mind by his father many years ago.
At age ten, it had sprouted, and now had become a thrashing weed, and had taken over all ambitions. But yet, he thought, if it truly was his dream and goal of life, then why was he sad? Why did a tinge of sadness gripe over him during the beginning of the end? He just wasn't sure, but all he did know is that he was torn.
Two paths had been offered to his choice, and the one to the pokemon league was the one he had chosen. And now there was no turning back. It was his destiny.
"Father…" Ash whispered, "…wish me luck," he closed his eyes slowly, reaching for the brass handle at the end of the path. Pulling the door open, he stepped inside, to the point of no return.
--------------
Five minutes had passed since Ash had left. Since the last glimpse of his trademark hat had been visible across the horizon. Yet neither Brock nor Misty had moved. Just standing there.
Silent.
Serene.
Letting their sadness and bewilderment finally sink in.
Misty finally made the first movement, turning to Brock, excepting his open arms.
"I can't…I can't believe…he's gone…" she said softly, trying to hold back tears.
"Me too. But yet, there is nothing we can do about it, except to be happy for Ash. Even though it is a sad moment, and we won't see him in two years, we have to realize something. This is his destiny. His long-awaited goal in life. For several years now, this goal has been the sole cause of his strive, and everything he's tried for up until now has been for this goal. But now, he's about to achieve it. Its his chance of glory. Its his chance to prove that he has made something for himself, and achieved it all on his own. We have to let him go do that, even if it means that we won't be sharing that moment of glory with him," Brock said slowly.
Yet even though his speech would indicate sureness, Brock was, infact, not so sure. He too greatly missed Ash, but was not about to make a show of it around Misty. Especially since she had looked upon him for a sense of comfort.
Misty nodded, but was still not completely satisfied, "But, its awfully long. I mean, two years. What if, what if he's not the same Ash when he comes out? What if he forgets us? What if he's different?
Brock thought for a second, and then answered, "Well, we have to hope for the best. But we both know Ash well enough that he's not going to go through any severe changes. Just a change of age. But I'm sure he will never forget us. The three of us have been good friends for a very long time. And as far as I know, good friendships always last."
Misty and Brock embraced slowly in a hug, each closing their eyes in deep thought. (a friendship hug, mind you! No gymshippiness here! Out! All of you!)
------------------
Later that evening, both Brock and Misty were sitting around the campfire. Not too much had been spoken between the two since Ash's departure.
Brock took this opportunity to question Misty on something that had be bugging him all day long.
"Misty, since Ash isn't here, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"
"Sure, Brock, why not?" Misty answered, emotionless.
"Well, about you and Ash. See, I noticed when he kissed you," he paused, "on the lips today, that it was very sincere. But yet, you didn't back away as I thought you would."
Misty blushed, "Actually, I have no idea why Ash kissed me. But I didn't back away, because it just felt…felt…..felt…"
"…right?" Brock offered.
Misty nodded, "Mm hmm. It did. I guess I can probably safely tell you now, that I've actually had a crush on Ash for a long time. As, yes, I admit, I have been flirting with him. But, I never did expect any return of feelings from him. It just wouldn't be an 'Ash-thing' to do, and I would never thought that he would have felt the same for me," she paused, "But that kiss. I just don't know. I frankly have no idea if it was unintentional, or if he actually meant it," she smiled.
Brock took this as a 'line clear' indication, that she didn't mind this subject being brought up. On this note, he sighed with big relief, knowing the mallet wasn't going to see any action tonight.
"But, it was on the lips. Not a cheek, the lips. So, it has to have meant something. Maybe he has had feelings for you all along, but didn't know how to show them. After all, he still can be a bit immature most of the time," Brock smiled.
"Yep, you're right about that. But as for his feelings for me, I don't know what conclusion to draw….just that, when he gets back, in two years, we'll have to wait and see," Misty blushed immensely.
"Yeah, I guess so," Brock sighed, "I'll really miss the little guy. 'Just hope he won't grow up too much while he's away…" Brock trailed off, glancing up into the night sky.
This was going to be a long two years, but both Brock and Misty knew they could get through it.
--------------------------------------------------
Ahhh! Sadness…hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and that it was not too boring. I'm hoping to make it happier soon, and tie in a lot with Ash's father. (and no, he's not going to be Giovanni. -_-;;) As always, I'd greatly appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. But, until next time,
-Uppa the dig destined Totoro of the Outlaw Star *bows*
Wow! Very long awaited! I finally decided to "resurrect" this fic. Hopefully old fans will return, and new fans will find interest. I've changed the rating a bit too, as I've added much angst/sadness to this fan fiction. As for my other fic? Eh, I'll get around to it, but please enjoy this one in the meantime! ^^;;
-----------------------------------------
Ash walked forward, keeping a steady pace, trying at all costs not to look back. Not to look back on the glorious world he was now exiting. His friends. How could he leave them? But yet he was.
All for a dream.
His goal in life.
Memories flashed through Ash's mind of years ago. He saw his mom and family. He saw his dad. A tear slowly ran down his face, but Ash sniffed to try to stop its fall.
His dad. His dad was the sole reason he had begun his journey.
Even though memories of his dad were scarce and hard to come by in his mind, he could still remember the day his dad had left.
He had always admired his dad greatly, even at his young age of 5, when his father left. He could see the few memories he had, slowly flashing through his mind. A young boy gently tugging on his father's pants, wanting to have a look at a 'mystical' round object in his father's hands.
"it's a poke-ball, son."
"Poke-ball? Whats that?"
"You can catch mystical creatures in it, and become their friends."
"Friends…I'd like that."
Then, the scene faded, showing another, but a not-so happy one.
"Daddy, where you going to?"
"Well, I'm going on a Pokemon journey. See, its my dream to become a pokemon master."
"Your dream?"
"Yes, its my dream. At all costs I'm going to try my best to become the best trainer I can."
"Bbbut, you're going to leave us? Mommy too?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so. But don't worry squirt, I'll be back," he answered, flashing a smile and gently tousling the confused boy's dark locks.
"A dream…," young Ash whispered softly,
"….his dream……," he said watching his father slowly disapeer beyond the hills.
He gently clutched his mother's hand, looking upon the horizon and said softly, "…………………………….........my dream."
Ash sighed. Yes, his whole "pokemon master dream" had begun as a single seed planted in his mind by his father many years ago.
At age ten, it had sprouted, and now had become a thrashing weed, and had taken over all ambitions. But yet, he thought, if it truly was his dream and goal of life, then why was he sad? Why did a tinge of sadness gripe over him during the beginning of the end? He just wasn't sure, but all he did know is that he was torn.
Two paths had been offered to his choice, and the one to the pokemon league was the one he had chosen. And now there was no turning back. It was his destiny.
"Father…" Ash whispered, "…wish me luck," he closed his eyes slowly, reaching for the brass handle at the end of the path. Pulling the door open, he stepped inside, to the point of no return.
--------------
Five minutes had passed since Ash had left. Since the last glimpse of his trademark hat had been visible across the horizon. Yet neither Brock nor Misty had moved. Just standing there.
Silent.
Serene.
Letting their sadness and bewilderment finally sink in.
Misty finally made the first movement, turning to Brock, excepting his open arms.
"I can't…I can't believe…he's gone…" she said softly, trying to hold back tears.
"Me too. But yet, there is nothing we can do about it, except to be happy for Ash. Even though it is a sad moment, and we won't see him in two years, we have to realize something. This is his destiny. His long-awaited goal in life. For several years now, this goal has been the sole cause of his strive, and everything he's tried for up until now has been for this goal. But now, he's about to achieve it. Its his chance of glory. Its his chance to prove that he has made something for himself, and achieved it all on his own. We have to let him go do that, even if it means that we won't be sharing that moment of glory with him," Brock said slowly.
Yet even though his speech would indicate sureness, Brock was, infact, not so sure. He too greatly missed Ash, but was not about to make a show of it around Misty. Especially since she had looked upon him for a sense of comfort.
Misty nodded, but was still not completely satisfied, "But, its awfully long. I mean, two years. What if, what if he's not the same Ash when he comes out? What if he forgets us? What if he's different?
Brock thought for a second, and then answered, "Well, we have to hope for the best. But we both know Ash well enough that he's not going to go through any severe changes. Just a change of age. But I'm sure he will never forget us. The three of us have been good friends for a very long time. And as far as I know, good friendships always last."
Misty and Brock embraced slowly in a hug, each closing their eyes in deep thought. (a friendship hug, mind you! No gymshippiness here! Out! All of you!)
------------------
Later that evening, both Brock and Misty were sitting around the campfire. Not too much had been spoken between the two since Ash's departure.
Brock took this opportunity to question Misty on something that had be bugging him all day long.
"Misty, since Ash isn't here, I was wondering if I could ask you something?"
"Sure, Brock, why not?" Misty answered, emotionless.
"Well, about you and Ash. See, I noticed when he kissed you," he paused, "on the lips today, that it was very sincere. But yet, you didn't back away as I thought you would."
Misty blushed, "Actually, I have no idea why Ash kissed me. But I didn't back away, because it just felt…felt…..felt…"
"…right?" Brock offered.
Misty nodded, "Mm hmm. It did. I guess I can probably safely tell you now, that I've actually had a crush on Ash for a long time. As, yes, I admit, I have been flirting with him. But, I never did expect any return of feelings from him. It just wouldn't be an 'Ash-thing' to do, and I would never thought that he would have felt the same for me," she paused, "But that kiss. I just don't know. I frankly have no idea if it was unintentional, or if he actually meant it," she smiled.
Brock took this as a 'line clear' indication, that she didn't mind this subject being brought up. On this note, he sighed with big relief, knowing the mallet wasn't going to see any action tonight.
"But, it was on the lips. Not a cheek, the lips. So, it has to have meant something. Maybe he has had feelings for you all along, but didn't know how to show them. After all, he still can be a bit immature most of the time," Brock smiled.
"Yep, you're right about that. But as for his feelings for me, I don't know what conclusion to draw….just that, when he gets back, in two years, we'll have to wait and see," Misty blushed immensely.
"Yeah, I guess so," Brock sighed, "I'll really miss the little guy. 'Just hope he won't grow up too much while he's away…" Brock trailed off, glancing up into the night sky.
This was going to be a long two years, but both Brock and Misty knew they could get through it.
--------------------------------------------------
Ahhh! Sadness…hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and that it was not too boring. I'm hoping to make it happier soon, and tie in a lot with Ash's father. (and no, he's not going to be Giovanni. -_-;;) As always, I'd greatly appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. But, until next time,
-Uppa the dig destined Totoro of the Outlaw Star *bows*