Fathomless Favor
By LittLetRiXta
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, we all know I don't and we all know who does, so enough discussion on that matter and onto the good stuff.. (heh, aint that an over-statement..)
Genre: Romance/ Humor(???)
Author's Note: I know it's been a while.but I honestly didn't know what I'd be doing with chapter five..So, I hope this lives up to what you guys expect!! Have fun, and remember.If you don't feed little review box with replies.he will DIE.
Is that REALLY what you want?..THINK about it..
.other then that.
HAPPY READING!
Little-Trixta
Fathomless Favor- Chapter Five - Familiarizing Avery
Dear ripped piece of paper I tore out of Brock's poetry book for Joy,
Seeing as how this may or may not be my last day on earth after Avery gets finished with me, I figured it only right to mark down my last words. Avery finally showed, and turns out she looks a lot like Misty, ha, which is really funny. Misty doesn't seem to think so though, she threatens to pound me every time I mention it. Even though she keeps denying the fact that her and Avery look alike, she's been all spooked since we got back from the Fountain. She won't look at me or Avery. And to tell the truth I don't want to look at Avery that much either. It's really creepy. Guess, seeing as how I was six and all I didn't really notice or care what she looked like. Heck, most of the time I was being chased by her, I really didn't have the time to notice.
I don't got much space left, and besides, I think Avery's starting to figure out where I am. Six years later, and a cabinet really ain't a good place for a guy to hide in. I haven't been this scared in my whole life. Well, there was that time when my mom forced me to help my Aunt Edna fold her panties, but that was then, and this is now, and now I gotta go because lunch is ready.
-Ash
"Ash, what are you doing? Your mom told me to come find you, so hurry up. Lunch is almost ready." Misty said pushing aside the cabinet door to reveal a very awkward positioned Ash bound to a pile of floral print towels.
"Trying to hide from Avery, that's what. She gave me weird looks the whole way back."
"Just, hurry up will you? Your Mom refuses to start lunch unless your there. And thanks to you're going off to battle some rookies, and leaving me to tend to the arrival of the "honorable" Avery, I lost BOTH our ice creams." Misty said turning around to head back down the hall to the living room.
Once Ash caught up with Misty he figured it was the right time to stir up a conversation on the question that was bugging him the whole way back home. "You're not gonna back out are you?" Ash asked now walking shoulder to shoulder with Misty.
"Why would I do that?" Misty said looking forward, and seemingly not getting his point.
"Well, because I figured you'd feel all weird. You know, with her looking like you and all." Ash muttered as Misty came to a halt. She turned with fire almost blazing in her eyes. "I TOLD you. We look NOTHING alike. Okay? NOTHING! First, She has brown hair, I have red hair-
"That's funny. I always though it looked kinda' orange-ish."
"IT'S RED!" Misty tried to make perfectly clear as she grabbed at her pony tail and almost shoved it into Ash's face.
"Secondly, HER pony-tail is on the right, NOT LEFT, right. AS YOU CAN SEE, My hair is no where within that area." Misty pointed out making physically clear the difference between the left area of her head, from her right.
Ash cleared his throat, "Ya know, if you tied it on the other side, then yea it would be-
"NO! We are different! OKAY?! PERFECTLY DIFFEREN'T." Misty huffed and turned on her heal into the living room, leaving Ash to stand dimwittedly in the middle of the hallway wondering what it was he said that was wrong.
" The sandwiches you prepared were just delightful Mrs. Ketchum." Avery said finishing her last bite and pulling on the sweetest, most joyful face she could, causing Misty to gag on her potato chip.
"Oh, thank you Avery. That's very sweet of you." Said Mrs. Ketchum who pulled on a just as delightful face to match Avery's.
The group now sat in the living room in even sets on the couch and recliners. There was an awful, and almost terrible silence that filled the room, and Mrs. Ketchum, noting this, felt it was her duty to rise up the best conversation she could under the current circumstances.
"So, Avery dear. How long will you be staying with us?" Mrs. Ketchum began. Avery seemed to pause for an awful long time, as she contemplated her thoughts over this seemingly simple question as if she were purposely trying to test Ash's patience.
"Well, let's see." Avery began. ". I'm pretty sure.." Avery continued, although not really looking as though she knew the answer to begin with.
Ash, on the other hand, felt he would explode at any minute if she didn't just say it already. He watched as she folded, and re-coiled the plates in her skirt. One minute she looked as though she would say something, and then she would hesitate, stop, then shake her head, and begin to count off with her fingers.
It drove him insane. 'SAY IT ALREADY!' He wanted to scream. But he didn't. Instead, he looked to the right of him where Misty sat. From what he could see, she had a rather irritated look spread across her face, and she was fiddling with her hands, and cracking her knuckles as though she wanted to just beat the answer out of Avery.
It really was funny how much Avery and Misty looked alike. It was easy to tell that they had separate personalities just by looking at them. Avery's dress was pressed and pleated to perfection, and she held herself so easily as if she were in some type of reform school. While Misty leaned back comfortably against the couch with her legs pulled in by her side and her left arm supporting her head as though she were sitting in her own home. They were obviously different people inside, but Ash still couldn't shake off their striking similarities.
"Oh, yes. I remember now. Mother says I can stay for the maximum time that you're comfortable with Mrs. Ketchum." Avery finished off, before turning to grin at Ash, who at the moment felt it rather hard to swallow.
That was the last thing he wanted to hear. He knew his Mother as well as anyone, and he knew very well that she was the woman who brings her entire garden in for winter just so that they won't die out in the cold before summer. And if he knew her well enough as he thought, he was sure Delia would tell Avery that she could stay as long as she wanted. But that was certainly not what Ash wanted, but he couldn't say that, or else his Mother would see to it that Ash would never know the words television, TV, or human civilization again.
There was also the terrible fact that Delia thought of Avery as the daughter she never had. She always chose Avery's side, whenever Ash would rat Avery out to his mother for touching his game boy again, or for messing around with his "stuff".
She would always say, "Now Ash, that's not nice. Avery can touch whatever she wants while she's here, she's our guest." And she always would. She would claw at his things like a rabid kitten.
And he hated it.
"Why, you can stay as long as you like!" Delia proclaimed as she clasped both hands together in excitement. And by the look on Avery's face, and that weird look she gave him, he KNEW she'd definitely take his mom up on that offer.
Misty smirked as she watched Ash pace back and forth like an army soldier not at all ready to march into battle. The three were now hanging outside scheming their last efforts on rebelling against Avery. Misty was sitting cross-legged on the ground with her elbows into her knees and her hands into her chin. Brock was leant up against a tree carving inscriptions of his name and various un-accountable Jenny's, and Avery was at the market with his mother.
"Their probably picking out draperies for me and Avery's wedding ." Ash muttered as he slumped down beside Pikachu.
"Well, at least now we have some spare time to think up our plans on what to do with this whole insane situation." Misty said picking at some grass, and throwing it at a near by stump she visualized to be Avery's face.
"Yea. So what do we do?"
"Hm. . . " Brock began, pretending to look as though he were thinking hard by patting his chin with his index finger. "Well, first we have to make Avery aware of the fact that you two are some kind of 'item'." Brock said directing Ash. "She doesn't know that yet, remember. So, let's say, when Avery and your mom come back from the market, you and Misty are no where in sight. And when she asks me where you two are, I'll say that you guys went on a walk or something, and from there I'll give her the whole "history lesson" on you guys."
"But, I don't want to walk. We already took a walk to get here!" Ash whined.
Misty frowned. "Do you want us to help you or not? It's the only plan we got right now, so just go along with it."
Ash huffed, then gave in. "Ok, fine."
". . . And that's when I decided to become a Pokemon Breeder." Brock finished off, as Avery's dull expression lost effect and took on something more similar to relief.
"And, what did that all have to do with where Ash and Misty went?" Avery asked arching her brow, and crossing her arms with great interest in Brock's answer. Far more interest then anything Brock had said in the past half hour.
"Oh, yea. They went on a walk. They're boyfriend and girlfriend you know, just thought I'd ought to mention that. No reason. And definitely not for the sake of any scheme or anything." Avery suddenly felt the urge to question this boy's sanity, while Brock closed his eyes as if approaching a more dramatic state of mind.
"Speaking of walks. I like those too. I especially like long walks on the beach in the summer time. I feel they're the best way to get intimate with a person, and really get in TOUCH with eatchother. I guess you could say I'm just THAT kind of guy. You know, intimate, and PERSONAL. You know what I mean?" Brock noting the silence that suddenly took on the room, and the sense that he had spent the last two minutes of his INTIMATE conversation with himself, Brock opened his eyes. His assumptions were clarified by the dusty trail of footprints leading out the door and down the road where Ash and Misty had left off to, and the perplexed Pikachu and Togepi staring back at him from the kitchen counter.
"I feel SO. . . UNWANTED."
"Wait! That was a trick question wasn't it."
Misty and Ash had been walking for the past forty five minutes and were just about at the brink of complete boredom as they finished up their rather ASTOUNGING game of "Twenty Questions".
"I'm bored again. Can't we go back now?" Ash asked as he kicked a stone along the ground.
"I don't know. Brock forgot to mention how we'd know when to come back. I guess we can give it a couple more minutes, and then we can head back." Misty replied as she fell upon the grass.
"Well, then what do we do in the meantime?" Ash asked as he collapsed onto the grass along side Misty.
"Hm. We could always battle." Misty grinned, knowing very well what Ash's answer would be, as she watched his face brighten up.
"Alright!" Ash cheered excitedly as he reached down for one of his Pokemon only to feel clear air. His face dropped as he remembered he left them up in his room before they left.
"AW! I left um back at home." Ash replied with a sullen expression.
"Well, that's okay. We can do something else."
"Like what?"
Misty looked around for a little before I grin began to play across her face. "I have an idea." Said Misty as she turned to face Ash, who began to notice an almost sinister expression replacing her playful grin.
"What kind of . . . idea?" Ash asked nervously, who already knew he'd later regret asking.
When Delia entered the house from another great day of gardening she noticed the silence that she hadn't heard since Ash and his friends returned home. Placing garden hat upon the counter, and greeting Mime who was busy sanitizing the garbage disposal, she walked upstairs, figuring she'd find some form of human life in the higher grounds.
As she reached the top of the stairs she began to call out the kid's names, hoping for some type of response.
"Ash!" Nothing.
"Brock!" Silence.
" Misty?"
"Mmph!" Delia stopped short. She heard a sound coming from Ash's room, but the door was closed.
"Kids? Are you in there?" Delia slowly approached Ash's door and lightly knocked, only to receive another strange murmur of "Mmph!!" Even louder then before.
'What on earth?'
As she grew closer to Ash's door she began to hear a strange rustle. Now she was beginning to worry. What was going on in there? The weird noises, the silence in the house, the lack of noisy pre-teens stampeding through her living room. It was all too strange.
Actually, when she thought about it, there had been a lot of strange things happening lately. And they sure had been acting rather strangely the day before. With all that talk about Ash's dirty unmentionables. Was it really appropriate that her son was discussing those types of things with his little female friends? There had been a lot of whispering and secret signals going around her house recently, and especially between Ash and Misty. But what on earth could they be hiding that they wouldn't want to let Ash's own Mother know about.
Delia stopped. She didn't even want to think about what she couldn't help thinking about at that moment, but how could she throw that idea aside. She knew Ash wasn't her little baby anymore, but he was still too young for what she assumed he'd been hiding from her.
'No. Stop it, Delia. You just had too much sun, that's all.' She mentally snapped at herself.
Was it really possible that Ash and Misty were. . .
Delia, panic stricken and overloaded with thoughts, suddenly burst the door open and gasped.
There, bound to Ash's bed with duct tape and cellophane wrap was Brock, who was struggling to free himself. On the other side of the room, Pikachu sat engaged in Ash's game boy, while Togepi sat purring to itself without any care.
"Oh, dear."
"Are you kidding me? Girls don't wrestle. "
Misty smirked. "What's that supposed to mean? I used to do it all the time with Daisy until she turned ten and discovered the meaning of 'mascara and eye shadow'."
"Yea, but. . . you know. You're a . . ."
"A WHAT? A GIRL? AND? It's not like I haven't pummeled you before Ash. So what're you so scared of? Is you're head really THAT enormous?" Misty said standing up while crossing both arms.
"I don't fight girls." Ash muttered.
"Oh, don't be such a boy. Just imagine I'm Brock or something." Ash choked. That quite possibly made things worse. Soon obscene images of Brock in an orange tank and red suspenders filled Ash's mind causing him to chuckle.
"What're you laughing at?" Ash shook his head.
He suddenly felt that frightening feeling re-enter his lungs again. His options were either to intentionally allow Misty to pound him into the ground, or refuse and let Misty pound him into the ground. And at the moment, neither option sounded good. But he couldn't just get up and run home, or he'd make a fool out of himself.
God, what would his Mother think if she knew he was wrestling a girl.
"Okay, fine. But no mallets, crow bars, or whatever weird stuff you have hidden in your stash of 'Beat the Ash.'"
Misty smiled and agreed.
Ash didn't exactly know how he should start, seeing as how he'd never wrestled before, much less with a girl. But he had seen the sumo wrestlers on TV, and usually before they begin they size eatchother down. So, that's what Ash did. And it was quite a sad day for wrestlers, because all Ash managed to do was look like a stray cat ready to pounce.
Misty stood perfectly still, smirking with her arms still latched.
"What's so funny?"
"You, obviously. You should see yourself. It's hilarious."
And as she said this Ash jumped at her (rather bravely at that) , pinned her down by the sides and declared victory.
"Hey!" Misty yelled. "Cheater."
Ash looked down at the girl trapped beneath him and grinned. "It's your own fault. I warned you. But my strength was obviously too much for you." Ash gloated.
"Creep." Misty muttered as she grinned playfully. "I was supposed to win."
The silence was excruciating, as it seemed to last a long time, and they hadn't realized the awkward position they had put themselves in until they actually began to observe the position they were in. Ash suddenly felt an extreme heat rise to his face.
"ASH!" They heard a voice call, and turned to see Avery standing at the edge of the road.
"What're you guys doing?" Avery asked frowning at the obvious.
"Uh! Ahh, nothing. We were just. . . looking at bugs." Ash lied pathetically as he immediately sprung off of Misty, who at the moment seemed to be boiling with annoyance.
Avery nodded. "Okay. . ."
"Let's go back, huh. You can help me unpack." Avery said smiling as Ash sighed in agony and was dragged along by the eager Avery. Misty in tow. From her position, she could almost swear she saw Avery turn back and glare at her.
Misty took this as her cue to let her 'girlfriend' intuitions take action. With one swift motion Misty swept up between Ash and Avery and 'lightly' shoved Avery aside as she looped her left arm through Ash's. With a finishing touch, Misty leaned her head on Ash's shoulder as they walked arm and arm, with the raged Avery in tow.
" Nice touch Mist'." Ash said, slightly above a whisper, as she winked back in response.
"One thing though." Misty turned with a questioning expression.
"Could you, uh. . . not hold so tight?"
"Stop complaining." Misty said before whapping him. ". . . HONEY." She added with a mocking glare, hoping fully that Avery had heard that last remark.
And so the alleged girlfriend, along with her alleged boyfriend, followed by a very steaming brown haired girl with obvious separation anxiety, walked home.
Authors Note: Okay so the ending bites (BUT I WAS SO LONGING TO GET IT FINISHED.SO BARE!!), and I kinda mushed it up a bit. BUT SO WHAT! It needed just a little mush! IT WAS BEGGING FOR THE MUSH!!..okay I'll stop now. Hope you liked it anyway, and SOOOOOOOOORY times a sixteentrazillion (If there were such a number) for taking fifty years, but I really had no ideas of what to do. I am very aware of this chapter's crappy state and I apologize! Oh, and for you Brock fans, I didn't mean for that whole cellophane/duct tape scene to come out as bashing or anything. I just needed a quick insert! Oke'? Oke!
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By LittLetRiXta
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, we all know I don't and we all know who does, so enough discussion on that matter and onto the good stuff.. (heh, aint that an over-statement..)
Genre: Romance/ Humor(???)
Author's Note: I know it's been a while.but I honestly didn't know what I'd be doing with chapter five..So, I hope this lives up to what you guys expect!! Have fun, and remember.If you don't feed little review box with replies.he will DIE.
Is that REALLY what you want?..THINK about it..
.other then that.
HAPPY READING!
Little-Trixta
Fathomless Favor- Chapter Five - Familiarizing Avery
Dear ripped piece of paper I tore out of Brock's poetry book for Joy,
Seeing as how this may or may not be my last day on earth after Avery gets finished with me, I figured it only right to mark down my last words. Avery finally showed, and turns out she looks a lot like Misty, ha, which is really funny. Misty doesn't seem to think so though, she threatens to pound me every time I mention it. Even though she keeps denying the fact that her and Avery look alike, she's been all spooked since we got back from the Fountain. She won't look at me or Avery. And to tell the truth I don't want to look at Avery that much either. It's really creepy. Guess, seeing as how I was six and all I didn't really notice or care what she looked like. Heck, most of the time I was being chased by her, I really didn't have the time to notice.
I don't got much space left, and besides, I think Avery's starting to figure out where I am. Six years later, and a cabinet really ain't a good place for a guy to hide in. I haven't been this scared in my whole life. Well, there was that time when my mom forced me to help my Aunt Edna fold her panties, but that was then, and this is now, and now I gotta go because lunch is ready.
-Ash
"Ash, what are you doing? Your mom told me to come find you, so hurry up. Lunch is almost ready." Misty said pushing aside the cabinet door to reveal a very awkward positioned Ash bound to a pile of floral print towels.
"Trying to hide from Avery, that's what. She gave me weird looks the whole way back."
"Just, hurry up will you? Your Mom refuses to start lunch unless your there. And thanks to you're going off to battle some rookies, and leaving me to tend to the arrival of the "honorable" Avery, I lost BOTH our ice creams." Misty said turning around to head back down the hall to the living room.
Once Ash caught up with Misty he figured it was the right time to stir up a conversation on the question that was bugging him the whole way back home. "You're not gonna back out are you?" Ash asked now walking shoulder to shoulder with Misty.
"Why would I do that?" Misty said looking forward, and seemingly not getting his point.
"Well, because I figured you'd feel all weird. You know, with her looking like you and all." Ash muttered as Misty came to a halt. She turned with fire almost blazing in her eyes. "I TOLD you. We look NOTHING alike. Okay? NOTHING! First, She has brown hair, I have red hair-
"That's funny. I always though it looked kinda' orange-ish."
"IT'S RED!" Misty tried to make perfectly clear as she grabbed at her pony tail and almost shoved it into Ash's face.
"Secondly, HER pony-tail is on the right, NOT LEFT, right. AS YOU CAN SEE, My hair is no where within that area." Misty pointed out making physically clear the difference between the left area of her head, from her right.
Ash cleared his throat, "Ya know, if you tied it on the other side, then yea it would be-
"NO! We are different! OKAY?! PERFECTLY DIFFEREN'T." Misty huffed and turned on her heal into the living room, leaving Ash to stand dimwittedly in the middle of the hallway wondering what it was he said that was wrong.
" The sandwiches you prepared were just delightful Mrs. Ketchum." Avery said finishing her last bite and pulling on the sweetest, most joyful face she could, causing Misty to gag on her potato chip.
"Oh, thank you Avery. That's very sweet of you." Said Mrs. Ketchum who pulled on a just as delightful face to match Avery's.
The group now sat in the living room in even sets on the couch and recliners. There was an awful, and almost terrible silence that filled the room, and Mrs. Ketchum, noting this, felt it was her duty to rise up the best conversation she could under the current circumstances.
"So, Avery dear. How long will you be staying with us?" Mrs. Ketchum began. Avery seemed to pause for an awful long time, as she contemplated her thoughts over this seemingly simple question as if she were purposely trying to test Ash's patience.
"Well, let's see." Avery began. ". I'm pretty sure.." Avery continued, although not really looking as though she knew the answer to begin with.
Ash, on the other hand, felt he would explode at any minute if she didn't just say it already. He watched as she folded, and re-coiled the plates in her skirt. One minute she looked as though she would say something, and then she would hesitate, stop, then shake her head, and begin to count off with her fingers.
It drove him insane. 'SAY IT ALREADY!' He wanted to scream. But he didn't. Instead, he looked to the right of him where Misty sat. From what he could see, she had a rather irritated look spread across her face, and she was fiddling with her hands, and cracking her knuckles as though she wanted to just beat the answer out of Avery.
It really was funny how much Avery and Misty looked alike. It was easy to tell that they had separate personalities just by looking at them. Avery's dress was pressed and pleated to perfection, and she held herself so easily as if she were in some type of reform school. While Misty leaned back comfortably against the couch with her legs pulled in by her side and her left arm supporting her head as though she were sitting in her own home. They were obviously different people inside, but Ash still couldn't shake off their striking similarities.
"Oh, yes. I remember now. Mother says I can stay for the maximum time that you're comfortable with Mrs. Ketchum." Avery finished off, before turning to grin at Ash, who at the moment felt it rather hard to swallow.
That was the last thing he wanted to hear. He knew his Mother as well as anyone, and he knew very well that she was the woman who brings her entire garden in for winter just so that they won't die out in the cold before summer. And if he knew her well enough as he thought, he was sure Delia would tell Avery that she could stay as long as she wanted. But that was certainly not what Ash wanted, but he couldn't say that, or else his Mother would see to it that Ash would never know the words television, TV, or human civilization again.
There was also the terrible fact that Delia thought of Avery as the daughter she never had. She always chose Avery's side, whenever Ash would rat Avery out to his mother for touching his game boy again, or for messing around with his "stuff".
She would always say, "Now Ash, that's not nice. Avery can touch whatever she wants while she's here, she's our guest." And she always would. She would claw at his things like a rabid kitten.
And he hated it.
"Why, you can stay as long as you like!" Delia proclaimed as she clasped both hands together in excitement. And by the look on Avery's face, and that weird look she gave him, he KNEW she'd definitely take his mom up on that offer.
Misty smirked as she watched Ash pace back and forth like an army soldier not at all ready to march into battle. The three were now hanging outside scheming their last efforts on rebelling against Avery. Misty was sitting cross-legged on the ground with her elbows into her knees and her hands into her chin. Brock was leant up against a tree carving inscriptions of his name and various un-accountable Jenny's, and Avery was at the market with his mother.
"Their probably picking out draperies for me and Avery's wedding ." Ash muttered as he slumped down beside Pikachu.
"Well, at least now we have some spare time to think up our plans on what to do with this whole insane situation." Misty said picking at some grass, and throwing it at a near by stump she visualized to be Avery's face.
"Yea. So what do we do?"
"Hm. . . " Brock began, pretending to look as though he were thinking hard by patting his chin with his index finger. "Well, first we have to make Avery aware of the fact that you two are some kind of 'item'." Brock said directing Ash. "She doesn't know that yet, remember. So, let's say, when Avery and your mom come back from the market, you and Misty are no where in sight. And when she asks me where you two are, I'll say that you guys went on a walk or something, and from there I'll give her the whole "history lesson" on you guys."
"But, I don't want to walk. We already took a walk to get here!" Ash whined.
Misty frowned. "Do you want us to help you or not? It's the only plan we got right now, so just go along with it."
Ash huffed, then gave in. "Ok, fine."
". . . And that's when I decided to become a Pokemon Breeder." Brock finished off, as Avery's dull expression lost effect and took on something more similar to relief.
"And, what did that all have to do with where Ash and Misty went?" Avery asked arching her brow, and crossing her arms with great interest in Brock's answer. Far more interest then anything Brock had said in the past half hour.
"Oh, yea. They went on a walk. They're boyfriend and girlfriend you know, just thought I'd ought to mention that. No reason. And definitely not for the sake of any scheme or anything." Avery suddenly felt the urge to question this boy's sanity, while Brock closed his eyes as if approaching a more dramatic state of mind.
"Speaking of walks. I like those too. I especially like long walks on the beach in the summer time. I feel they're the best way to get intimate with a person, and really get in TOUCH with eatchother. I guess you could say I'm just THAT kind of guy. You know, intimate, and PERSONAL. You know what I mean?" Brock noting the silence that suddenly took on the room, and the sense that he had spent the last two minutes of his INTIMATE conversation with himself, Brock opened his eyes. His assumptions were clarified by the dusty trail of footprints leading out the door and down the road where Ash and Misty had left off to, and the perplexed Pikachu and Togepi staring back at him from the kitchen counter.
"I feel SO. . . UNWANTED."
"Wait! That was a trick question wasn't it."
Misty and Ash had been walking for the past forty five minutes and were just about at the brink of complete boredom as they finished up their rather ASTOUNGING game of "Twenty Questions".
"I'm bored again. Can't we go back now?" Ash asked as he kicked a stone along the ground.
"I don't know. Brock forgot to mention how we'd know when to come back. I guess we can give it a couple more minutes, and then we can head back." Misty replied as she fell upon the grass.
"Well, then what do we do in the meantime?" Ash asked as he collapsed onto the grass along side Misty.
"Hm. We could always battle." Misty grinned, knowing very well what Ash's answer would be, as she watched his face brighten up.
"Alright!" Ash cheered excitedly as he reached down for one of his Pokemon only to feel clear air. His face dropped as he remembered he left them up in his room before they left.
"AW! I left um back at home." Ash replied with a sullen expression.
"Well, that's okay. We can do something else."
"Like what?"
Misty looked around for a little before I grin began to play across her face. "I have an idea." Said Misty as she turned to face Ash, who began to notice an almost sinister expression replacing her playful grin.
"What kind of . . . idea?" Ash asked nervously, who already knew he'd later regret asking.
When Delia entered the house from another great day of gardening she noticed the silence that she hadn't heard since Ash and his friends returned home. Placing garden hat upon the counter, and greeting Mime who was busy sanitizing the garbage disposal, she walked upstairs, figuring she'd find some form of human life in the higher grounds.
As she reached the top of the stairs she began to call out the kid's names, hoping for some type of response.
"Ash!" Nothing.
"Brock!" Silence.
" Misty?"
"Mmph!" Delia stopped short. She heard a sound coming from Ash's room, but the door was closed.
"Kids? Are you in there?" Delia slowly approached Ash's door and lightly knocked, only to receive another strange murmur of "Mmph!!" Even louder then before.
'What on earth?'
As she grew closer to Ash's door she began to hear a strange rustle. Now she was beginning to worry. What was going on in there? The weird noises, the silence in the house, the lack of noisy pre-teens stampeding through her living room. It was all too strange.
Actually, when she thought about it, there had been a lot of strange things happening lately. And they sure had been acting rather strangely the day before. With all that talk about Ash's dirty unmentionables. Was it really appropriate that her son was discussing those types of things with his little female friends? There had been a lot of whispering and secret signals going around her house recently, and especially between Ash and Misty. But what on earth could they be hiding that they wouldn't want to let Ash's own Mother know about.
Delia stopped. She didn't even want to think about what she couldn't help thinking about at that moment, but how could she throw that idea aside. She knew Ash wasn't her little baby anymore, but he was still too young for what she assumed he'd been hiding from her.
'No. Stop it, Delia. You just had too much sun, that's all.' She mentally snapped at herself.
Was it really possible that Ash and Misty were. . .
Delia, panic stricken and overloaded with thoughts, suddenly burst the door open and gasped.
There, bound to Ash's bed with duct tape and cellophane wrap was Brock, who was struggling to free himself. On the other side of the room, Pikachu sat engaged in Ash's game boy, while Togepi sat purring to itself without any care.
"Oh, dear."
"Are you kidding me? Girls don't wrestle. "
Misty smirked. "What's that supposed to mean? I used to do it all the time with Daisy until she turned ten and discovered the meaning of 'mascara and eye shadow'."
"Yea, but. . . you know. You're a . . ."
"A WHAT? A GIRL? AND? It's not like I haven't pummeled you before Ash. So what're you so scared of? Is you're head really THAT enormous?" Misty said standing up while crossing both arms.
"I don't fight girls." Ash muttered.
"Oh, don't be such a boy. Just imagine I'm Brock or something." Ash choked. That quite possibly made things worse. Soon obscene images of Brock in an orange tank and red suspenders filled Ash's mind causing him to chuckle.
"What're you laughing at?" Ash shook his head.
He suddenly felt that frightening feeling re-enter his lungs again. His options were either to intentionally allow Misty to pound him into the ground, or refuse and let Misty pound him into the ground. And at the moment, neither option sounded good. But he couldn't just get up and run home, or he'd make a fool out of himself.
God, what would his Mother think if she knew he was wrestling a girl.
"Okay, fine. But no mallets, crow bars, or whatever weird stuff you have hidden in your stash of 'Beat the Ash.'"
Misty smiled and agreed.
Ash didn't exactly know how he should start, seeing as how he'd never wrestled before, much less with a girl. But he had seen the sumo wrestlers on TV, and usually before they begin they size eatchother down. So, that's what Ash did. And it was quite a sad day for wrestlers, because all Ash managed to do was look like a stray cat ready to pounce.
Misty stood perfectly still, smirking with her arms still latched.
"What's so funny?"
"You, obviously. You should see yourself. It's hilarious."
And as she said this Ash jumped at her (rather bravely at that) , pinned her down by the sides and declared victory.
"Hey!" Misty yelled. "Cheater."
Ash looked down at the girl trapped beneath him and grinned. "It's your own fault. I warned you. But my strength was obviously too much for you." Ash gloated.
"Creep." Misty muttered as she grinned playfully. "I was supposed to win."
The silence was excruciating, as it seemed to last a long time, and they hadn't realized the awkward position they had put themselves in until they actually began to observe the position they were in. Ash suddenly felt an extreme heat rise to his face.
"ASH!" They heard a voice call, and turned to see Avery standing at the edge of the road.
"What're you guys doing?" Avery asked frowning at the obvious.
"Uh! Ahh, nothing. We were just. . . looking at bugs." Ash lied pathetically as he immediately sprung off of Misty, who at the moment seemed to be boiling with annoyance.
Avery nodded. "Okay. . ."
"Let's go back, huh. You can help me unpack." Avery said smiling as Ash sighed in agony and was dragged along by the eager Avery. Misty in tow. From her position, she could almost swear she saw Avery turn back and glare at her.
Misty took this as her cue to let her 'girlfriend' intuitions take action. With one swift motion Misty swept up between Ash and Avery and 'lightly' shoved Avery aside as she looped her left arm through Ash's. With a finishing touch, Misty leaned her head on Ash's shoulder as they walked arm and arm, with the raged Avery in tow.
" Nice touch Mist'." Ash said, slightly above a whisper, as she winked back in response.
"One thing though." Misty turned with a questioning expression.
"Could you, uh. . . not hold so tight?"
"Stop complaining." Misty said before whapping him. ". . . HONEY." She added with a mocking glare, hoping fully that Avery had heard that last remark.
And so the alleged girlfriend, along with her alleged boyfriend, followed by a very steaming brown haired girl with obvious separation anxiety, walked home.
Authors Note: Okay so the ending bites (BUT I WAS SO LONGING TO GET IT FINISHED.SO BARE!!), and I kinda mushed it up a bit. BUT SO WHAT! It needed just a little mush! IT WAS BEGGING FOR THE MUSH!!..okay I'll stop now. Hope you liked it anyway, and SOOOOOOOOORY times a sixteentrazillion (If there were such a number) for taking fifty years, but I really had no ideas of what to do. I am very aware of this chapter's crappy state and I apologize! Oh, and for you Brock fans, I didn't mean for that whole cellophane/duct tape scene to come out as bashing or anything. I just needed a quick insert! Oke'? Oke!
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