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I love reviews, and you all know it!!!!! Secondly, I have already written
chapter five, because I couldn't even wait to see what happened *smiles* so
once you guys let me know when, I'll post it! Now, onto the story!!
:::In case you need a refresher, Misty was just following Brock to Ash's house when chapter three ended:::
He strolls up to Ash's front stoop and lets himself in while I'm left standing outside on the sidewalk. Damn it, Brock, I think, why do you have to make it so difficult for me?
While I'm creeping around the house like a burglar, trying to find a place for me to eavesdrop, I try not to think about Togepi.
There has to be some opening, I think, edging my way around the house. Every window I come from has the shades drawn and the window screwed tight shut. Finally, I make my way to the back of the yard. The little stone in the corner is nearly buried by the uncut grass. I glance away. Not the time to think about this. Focus.
Something catches the corner of my eye. A small window, tucked away under the grass near the bottom of the house. As I approach it, I see that it is a window leading to the cellar. Unlocked.
Suddenly, an insane idea pops into my head. I shouldn't do it, I can't do it, I wouldn't do it...would I?
Instinctively I squat down to the level of the window and peer inside. It's dusty. Nothing but old boxes and junk.
Before I know it I am squirming into the tiny window feet first and with a frighteningly loud thump I land on the cold cement.
From far above I hear Brock's voice saying, "What was that?" and my heart solidifies in my throat. Ash mumbles a response and after a few seconds of paralyzing silence, I unfreeze my limbs and straighten up, heart still throbbing in my throat.
I glance around the room for a spot to hide..just in case.
"We have to go out today," said Brock as if he were speaking to a small child.
I hear a vague response, more mumbling from Ash.
"I know you don't want to go, Ash, but we need to. It'll only be a few hours, and then
you can come back home."
"Fine," I hear finally, and there is the scraping of chairs above me. I strain to hear anything more of interest, but they make idle, senseless conversation about the weather.
Then, suddenly, I hear my name.
"-apologize to Misty."
Silence.
"I'm not talking to her again, Brock, you know that. Now let it go!" His voice takes on a violent edge and he stomps out of the house and slams to door so hard that the panes downstairs shake.
I hear Brock get up and leave after him.
For a full ten minutes I sit there crouched in the basement, the silence pounding in on my ears, my legs cramping up.
Should I go back outside? And..is there a way to get outside?
I glance up at the window. So high. There is no way I'm able to get out of there that way.
I creep up the stairs, my feet echoing on the cold concrete. I place my hand on the doorknob and pause. The cold metal, protecting me from here and the truth.
Finally, I grasp it and turn, pushing the door open slowly, ever so slowly.
I'm standing in the middle of the hallway, painted white. The floor is wooden, shiny. I'm surprised that this house is so well kept inside, given the outward appearance.
A scurrying noise to my right, claws clicking against the floor, and then a yellow rodent appears at the end of the hallway.
It glares at me for forebodingly. "Pika...." In the darkness of the hallway, its cheeks spark with electricity.
"Pikachu! Stop! It's me! Misty! Don't you remember?" Whatever had happened between Ash and me obviously had no bearing on Pikachu. The second it recognizes me, it rushes towards me with a loud "Pika!"
I gather the yellow rodent in my arms and hug it tightly.
"Pika pi, pika pika chu!" It squeals, jumping out of my arms.
"Wait, Pikachu!" I follow it down the hallway and emerge into the kitchen, which was as nice as the hallway. It keeps running past the kitchen, though, straight up the stairs and into a bedroom.
Ash's room.
The room is considerably sloppier than the rest of the house. In fact, it's downright a disaster. The walls have black scuff marks all over them, and there are papers all over the floor.
But I can't go in, it's such an absurd thought. I can't just invade his privacy. Pikachu sits atop the bed invitingly, waiting for me to come in.
I take one step, and then one leads to another, and soon I am staring at Ash's bedside table.
Atop it, in its crowning glory, is a picture of me.
I'm sitting next to the ocean, gazing out with a nostalgic expression on my face.
Pikachu is shooting off its mouth at me, and I'm not understanding a single word of the gibberish.
He does still care for me, then, I think.
This new knowledge makes me take another look around the room. The second thing I notice is that there is nothing having to do with Pokemon. Nothing. I could just as well be in our guestroom at home.
"Where are all his trophies?" I ask, stepping up to the dresser. "Pika pi. Pika chu." It points to the garbage can.
"He threw them away?! Why?"
It just shakes its head and remains silent.
I turn and walk out of the room, intent on examining the rest of the house, when suddenly I hear the door rattling below me.
My heart leaps to my throat, and then I'm running, bustling out of the room, trying not to slam the door on the way out.
From the living room I hear footstep slamming around the living room, and a voice muttering in annoyance.
Ash is home.
I CAN'T WAIT TO POST CHAPTER FIVE!!!! WHEE!!!! REVIEW REVIEW, I LIKE REVIEWS A LOT!!!!!!! *coughs* I've had too much sugar. I need to stop taking sugar, you know, how sum people get high off of drugs, well guess what, children, I have found a safe alternative!!! *does crusty the clown laugh* okay, I'm done. Yessss..well onto writing chapter six now!!! *does happy lil dance away*
x~Aurora chan
:::In case you need a refresher, Misty was just following Brock to Ash's house when chapter three ended:::
He strolls up to Ash's front stoop and lets himself in while I'm left standing outside on the sidewalk. Damn it, Brock, I think, why do you have to make it so difficult for me?
While I'm creeping around the house like a burglar, trying to find a place for me to eavesdrop, I try not to think about Togepi.
There has to be some opening, I think, edging my way around the house. Every window I come from has the shades drawn and the window screwed tight shut. Finally, I make my way to the back of the yard. The little stone in the corner is nearly buried by the uncut grass. I glance away. Not the time to think about this. Focus.
Something catches the corner of my eye. A small window, tucked away under the grass near the bottom of the house. As I approach it, I see that it is a window leading to the cellar. Unlocked.
Suddenly, an insane idea pops into my head. I shouldn't do it, I can't do it, I wouldn't do it...would I?
Instinctively I squat down to the level of the window and peer inside. It's dusty. Nothing but old boxes and junk.
Before I know it I am squirming into the tiny window feet first and with a frighteningly loud thump I land on the cold cement.
From far above I hear Brock's voice saying, "What was that?" and my heart solidifies in my throat. Ash mumbles a response and after a few seconds of paralyzing silence, I unfreeze my limbs and straighten up, heart still throbbing in my throat.
I glance around the room for a spot to hide..just in case.
"We have to go out today," said Brock as if he were speaking to a small child.
I hear a vague response, more mumbling from Ash.
"I know you don't want to go, Ash, but we need to. It'll only be a few hours, and then
you can come back home."
"Fine," I hear finally, and there is the scraping of chairs above me. I strain to hear anything more of interest, but they make idle, senseless conversation about the weather.
Then, suddenly, I hear my name.
"-apologize to Misty."
Silence.
"I'm not talking to her again, Brock, you know that. Now let it go!" His voice takes on a violent edge and he stomps out of the house and slams to door so hard that the panes downstairs shake.
I hear Brock get up and leave after him.
For a full ten minutes I sit there crouched in the basement, the silence pounding in on my ears, my legs cramping up.
Should I go back outside? And..is there a way to get outside?
I glance up at the window. So high. There is no way I'm able to get out of there that way.
I creep up the stairs, my feet echoing on the cold concrete. I place my hand on the doorknob and pause. The cold metal, protecting me from here and the truth.
Finally, I grasp it and turn, pushing the door open slowly, ever so slowly.
I'm standing in the middle of the hallway, painted white. The floor is wooden, shiny. I'm surprised that this house is so well kept inside, given the outward appearance.
A scurrying noise to my right, claws clicking against the floor, and then a yellow rodent appears at the end of the hallway.
It glares at me for forebodingly. "Pika...." In the darkness of the hallway, its cheeks spark with electricity.
"Pikachu! Stop! It's me! Misty! Don't you remember?" Whatever had happened between Ash and me obviously had no bearing on Pikachu. The second it recognizes me, it rushes towards me with a loud "Pika!"
I gather the yellow rodent in my arms and hug it tightly.
"Pika pi, pika pika chu!" It squeals, jumping out of my arms.
"Wait, Pikachu!" I follow it down the hallway and emerge into the kitchen, which was as nice as the hallway. It keeps running past the kitchen, though, straight up the stairs and into a bedroom.
Ash's room.
The room is considerably sloppier than the rest of the house. In fact, it's downright a disaster. The walls have black scuff marks all over them, and there are papers all over the floor.
But I can't go in, it's such an absurd thought. I can't just invade his privacy. Pikachu sits atop the bed invitingly, waiting for me to come in.
I take one step, and then one leads to another, and soon I am staring at Ash's bedside table.
Atop it, in its crowning glory, is a picture of me.
I'm sitting next to the ocean, gazing out with a nostalgic expression on my face.
Pikachu is shooting off its mouth at me, and I'm not understanding a single word of the gibberish.
He does still care for me, then, I think.
This new knowledge makes me take another look around the room. The second thing I notice is that there is nothing having to do with Pokemon. Nothing. I could just as well be in our guestroom at home.
"Where are all his trophies?" I ask, stepping up to the dresser. "Pika pi. Pika chu." It points to the garbage can.
"He threw them away?! Why?"
It just shakes its head and remains silent.
I turn and walk out of the room, intent on examining the rest of the house, when suddenly I hear the door rattling below me.
My heart leaps to my throat, and then I'm running, bustling out of the room, trying not to slam the door on the way out.
From the living room I hear footstep slamming around the living room, and a voice muttering in annoyance.
Ash is home.
I CAN'T WAIT TO POST CHAPTER FIVE!!!! WHEE!!!! REVIEW REVIEW, I LIKE REVIEWS A LOT!!!!!!! *coughs* I've had too much sugar. I need to stop taking sugar, you know, how sum people get high off of drugs, well guess what, children, I have found a safe alternative!!! *does crusty the clown laugh* okay, I'm done. Yessss..well onto writing chapter six now!!! *does happy lil dance away*
x~Aurora chan