Prelude: Something Almost Angelic
Every life has a journey, and every journey has it's players. Many chose to ignore the inner points and spectrums of these players, passing them by as if they didn't matter.
These are the stories of the players. These stories are the most sacred and treasured beings, and they are always overlooked.
For many have heard of the infamous trio who walk among the grass and plains of Johto and Kanto, yet no one truly knows them. They don't even know themselves, granted any of their fellow travelers.
Yet there is something that makes them connected, whether it be their love for adventure, their thirst for knowledge, or their common bon with that of Pokémon. But still, no one knows.
For six years now the trio had dominated the world of Pokémon, and they had beaten everything and everyone they needed too.
Ash Ketchum was now the youngest Pokémon Master ever, succeeding the notable Gary Oak. He had BI-world renowned fame and yet he was unhappy.
Ash had first welcomed fame with open arms, hoping it would bring himself to a better understanding of respect and prosperity, but it didn't. All fame did was draw him farther away from those he cared for.
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Ash awoke with the dawn's first gleam of light. The familiar look of a Pokécenter met his eyes as he scanned around for Pikachu.
For his eldest and most loyal Pokémon was aging and would be found trying to go into a corner far from it's master, preparing to die. Ash knew Pikachu's days were numbered, but Nurse Joy of
Azalea Town had said it had a good three years left.
Hearing Pikachu's snores nearby, Ash sat up to get a better look. He smiled as he saw Pikachu nestled up by Misty, her arm draped over the electric rodent.
Ash unzipped his sleeping bag and crawled over to Misty and Pikachu. For a second he thought of the prospect of taking Pikachu away from Misty's grasp, but he chose not to as he looked at her sleep.
She looked so peaceful, he didn't want to take that away, he didn't want to disturb her. Sitting there in his boxers and worn black T-shirt, the sixteen-year-old boy from Pallet Town glowered at,
whom in his opinion was, a beauty unlike any other. Misty had a beautiful face, nearly flawless, but she had a gorgeous spirit.
In their earlier years together she had yelled at him more than she spoke, but in the recent year, Misty had changed to something even Ash couldn't put into words.
Something almost angelic.
So that was it, Misty was his angel; his gift from above. As he stared at her a stray red lock of hair fell in front of her face, covering her acute nose. Ash paused and gulped before reaching out and tucking it behind her ear.
Misty yawned and Ash withdrew his hand immediately. Slowly Misty's lovely cerulean eyes opened halfway, just so she could see who it was. At first she smiled before blinking and sitting up erectly.
"Were you watching me?" She exclaimed. Ash blinked and flushed before looking down at Pikachu, who was slowly awakening. Misty looked down as well and felt herself flush as well.
::Of course, Pikachu. How silly of me!:: She smiled and handed the Pokémon to Ash. "Heh, sorry!"
Ash gave a grin, "no problem." They smiled at each other a bit before laughing, Ash still holding on to a now squirming Pikachu.
"Pi-pi Pikachuuu!" Pikachu groaned, trying to get loose of it's master's grip. Ash finally noticed and dropped Pikachu, allowing it to scurry over to Brock's bag with his homemade Pokéfood stashed inside.
"Pikachu keeps getting smarter huh Ash?" Misty giggled. She faced Ash who was already looking her way. "Just like you."
"Heyyy, wait a minute there Misty. I was never stupid..." Ash blinked before chuckling. "Ok, I get your point." He knew he had done some really sparatic and sometimes
down-right moronic things in his past, and Misty was making that all too clear. But then again, she was complementing him, something Misty rarely did.
"Hey Ash, remember that time you jumped into that river to save Phanpy?" She laughed. "You went straight over the falls and Brock and I had to pull you in."
Ash scratched the back of his head smiling. The once baby Phanpy was now finally evolved into Donphan, and one of his strongest Pokémon.
"That was a really long time ago huh?" Ash asked with a small grin. Misty nodded fondly, sitting cross-legged. She took out her barrette and a cascade of shimmering red hair fell to her shoulders.
Ash just smiled, scratching his own tangled mess of black.
"It was only awhile after we said good-bye to Tracey... Ash?" Misty gently narrowed her eyes at the look on Ash's face. "Did I say something?"
"Huh?" Looking up, he gave a small smile, waving his hands to and fro. "Oh no it's nothing!" Misty gave a nod and for awhile no more words were exchanged between them.
"Excuse me..." Misty stood up and walked towards the bathroom, her back to Ash the whole time. Silently Ash cursed as he watched her go.
Making sure she was out of ear shot, Ash, himself, stood up. His fists clenched, as well as his teeth, he glared down at the floor.
"I'm never gonna get that close to loosing her again!"
(I know, mostly fluff, but it's just a starter for how deep I'm going to go into the characters and plot. You see, both Tracey and Brock are mentioned but aren't exactly
"there". Granted Brock's asleep but he isn't actually engaging yet. C & C, R & R if you please, tell me what you think. I plan to write more either way... -J.R.C.)
Every life has a journey, and every journey has it's players. Many chose to ignore the inner points and spectrums of these players, passing them by as if they didn't matter.
These are the stories of the players. These stories are the most sacred and treasured beings, and they are always overlooked.
For many have heard of the infamous trio who walk among the grass and plains of Johto and Kanto, yet no one truly knows them. They don't even know themselves, granted any of their fellow travelers.
Yet there is something that makes them connected, whether it be their love for adventure, their thirst for knowledge, or their common bon with that of Pokémon. But still, no one knows.
For six years now the trio had dominated the world of Pokémon, and they had beaten everything and everyone they needed too.
Ash Ketchum was now the youngest Pokémon Master ever, succeeding the notable Gary Oak. He had BI-world renowned fame and yet he was unhappy.
Ash had first welcomed fame with open arms, hoping it would bring himself to a better understanding of respect and prosperity, but it didn't. All fame did was draw him farther away from those he cared for.
*-*
Ash awoke with the dawn's first gleam of light. The familiar look of a Pokécenter met his eyes as he scanned around for Pikachu.
For his eldest and most loyal Pokémon was aging and would be found trying to go into a corner far from it's master, preparing to die. Ash knew Pikachu's days were numbered, but Nurse Joy of
Azalea Town had said it had a good three years left.
Hearing Pikachu's snores nearby, Ash sat up to get a better look. He smiled as he saw Pikachu nestled up by Misty, her arm draped over the electric rodent.
Ash unzipped his sleeping bag and crawled over to Misty and Pikachu. For a second he thought of the prospect of taking Pikachu away from Misty's grasp, but he chose not to as he looked at her sleep.
She looked so peaceful, he didn't want to take that away, he didn't want to disturb her. Sitting there in his boxers and worn black T-shirt, the sixteen-year-old boy from Pallet Town glowered at,
whom in his opinion was, a beauty unlike any other. Misty had a beautiful face, nearly flawless, but she had a gorgeous spirit.
In their earlier years together she had yelled at him more than she spoke, but in the recent year, Misty had changed to something even Ash couldn't put into words.
Something almost angelic.
So that was it, Misty was his angel; his gift from above. As he stared at her a stray red lock of hair fell in front of her face, covering her acute nose. Ash paused and gulped before reaching out and tucking it behind her ear.
Misty yawned and Ash withdrew his hand immediately. Slowly Misty's lovely cerulean eyes opened halfway, just so she could see who it was. At first she smiled before blinking and sitting up erectly.
"Were you watching me?" She exclaimed. Ash blinked and flushed before looking down at Pikachu, who was slowly awakening. Misty looked down as well and felt herself flush as well.
::Of course, Pikachu. How silly of me!:: She smiled and handed the Pokémon to Ash. "Heh, sorry!"
Ash gave a grin, "no problem." They smiled at each other a bit before laughing, Ash still holding on to a now squirming Pikachu.
"Pi-pi Pikachuuu!" Pikachu groaned, trying to get loose of it's master's grip. Ash finally noticed and dropped Pikachu, allowing it to scurry over to Brock's bag with his homemade Pokéfood stashed inside.
"Pikachu keeps getting smarter huh Ash?" Misty giggled. She faced Ash who was already looking her way. "Just like you."
"Heyyy, wait a minute there Misty. I was never stupid..." Ash blinked before chuckling. "Ok, I get your point." He knew he had done some really sparatic and sometimes
down-right moronic things in his past, and Misty was making that all too clear. But then again, she was complementing him, something Misty rarely did.
"Hey Ash, remember that time you jumped into that river to save Phanpy?" She laughed. "You went straight over the falls and Brock and I had to pull you in."
Ash scratched the back of his head smiling. The once baby Phanpy was now finally evolved into Donphan, and one of his strongest Pokémon.
"That was a really long time ago huh?" Ash asked with a small grin. Misty nodded fondly, sitting cross-legged. She took out her barrette and a cascade of shimmering red hair fell to her shoulders.
Ash just smiled, scratching his own tangled mess of black.
"It was only awhile after we said good-bye to Tracey... Ash?" Misty gently narrowed her eyes at the look on Ash's face. "Did I say something?"
"Huh?" Looking up, he gave a small smile, waving his hands to and fro. "Oh no it's nothing!" Misty gave a nod and for awhile no more words were exchanged between them.
"Excuse me..." Misty stood up and walked towards the bathroom, her back to Ash the whole time. Silently Ash cursed as he watched her go.
Making sure she was out of ear shot, Ash, himself, stood up. His fists clenched, as well as his teeth, he glared down at the floor.
"I'm never gonna get that close to loosing her again!"
(I know, mostly fluff, but it's just a starter for how deep I'm going to go into the characters and plot. You see, both Tracey and Brock are mentioned but aren't exactly
"there". Granted Brock's asleep but he isn't actually engaging yet. C & C, R & R if you please, tell me what you think. I plan to write more either way... -J.R.C.)