Whee!!! Thanks for all the reviews! I love you guys!!! Oh, and btw, listen
to this. Someone named sailorchibi had the nerve to rip off my story!! They
stole my plot, characters, and even my flashback from the first chapter.
They took their story offline, though, after I reviewed it ^-^ Well, enjoy
chapter five, the most angsty chapter of them all!
:::Just as a reminder- in the last chapter, Misty had sneaked into Ash's house and just as she was going to leave, Ash came home:::
Misty's POV
He comes into the hallway. Then his eyes meet mine.
His face remains emotionless with an expression in his eyes that I can't interpret. It's almost confused. Nearly a full minute passes as the silence presses in on us, heavy and hot on my chest. As I wonder what is going through his mind. Because my mind is simply blank at the sight of him again- tall, dark-haired, and beautiful.
"Please, Ash," I whisper desperately, but he cuts me off.
"What the hell are you doing there? Didn't I tell you to leave and not come back, Misty? I *never* want to see you again after what you did to me!!!!!!" He's advancing closer and closer to me, and I'm backing away in fear. His face is so twisted in rage that I think he's going to hit me.
My mind protests loudly. I didn't do anything to you, it shouts, but my vocal chords are seared with fear.
This is the end, I think dully. The end of us. The end of me. Ash is a stranger now.
I'm flattened against the wall, shutting my eyes and bracing my head against the wall.
He raises his hand quickly to deliver the first blow, then stops midair. I open an eye and see him staring at me, that childlike expression of confusion back on his face.
My insides are shaking so hard that I am going to collapse again.
"Ash?" I choke out softly. For a moment I see the old Ash inside. The Ash I love. He's calling, reaching out to me in vain, crying for help.
Then he takes his hand and takes hold of my cheek. Without a word he presses his body against mine and kisses me suddenly and fiercely.
Emotions spinning like a carnival ride, stars dancing in front of my eyes.
I feel his warm, soft hands against me. They've always been soft, is the first idle thought I have. Because he was always wearing those gloves.
He's sweating, and I feel it in between our bodies. The fear.
Joshua. It was totally different with him. Just soft safeness, emotionless and flat. I'm dancing with danger here, I'm so scared that this is happening, and I can't believe it is.
I'm clinging to him, because he is the only thing I have to hold onto so I don't fall to the ground. I feel him holding me, too, almost as if he needs me. I taste the uncertainty on both our lips as we linger together, as if it is some sort of dangerous dance.
The kiss is short; fear has stolen my breath away, and we're both panting.
"Misty.." he says finally, meeting my eyes. His eyes have tears in them.
I can't think of a single thing to say.
Suddenly, the tears are cascading down my cheeks as I sink to the floor, crying uncontrollably. As if I've lost all command of my emotions entirely, just sobbing and reeling.
Eventually everything sinks into a comforting blackness and I hear Brock's voice yelling,
"Misty!"
Ash's POV
Why does she have to come back? I'm living my life fine, I've gotten over her, and then she has to come.
I force myself to think of the kiss. Misty was holding onto me. We were holding onto one another. And despite the uncertainty, it felt so right.
I can't be thinking of this. Not of her.
I remind myself that I hate her. That she ruined my life. And then the old hatred comes rushing back of the girl sitting on my bedside table. The picture has been flung across the room so many I times I can't even count.
I roll over on the bed and open the bedside drawer to pull out the razor, stained with blood. I feel it cutting into the old scar from the first time, feel the relief as an airy sensation washes over me.
Misty is forgotten now, as I focus on the patterns on my ceiling..
Misty's POV again
I don't know where to go, which direction to turn. So much points to so little. I don't know how detectives can do it.
I want to know why he hates me.
I want to know why he's thrown away all his trophies.
I want to know why my Togepi is dead.
I want to know why he kissed me.
I can't think about the kiss. Every time I find myself thinking about him, I scream very loudly in my mind, but eventually it all goes silent..
So I force it away.
I just need the answers now, and the mouths of everyone remains sealed shut.
I touch my own mouth. The one that he-
No. I need to search. I need clues. I need answers. My feet are walking to my car. Car is driving towards the Pokemon Tower in Lavender City. Feet getting out of the car, walking inside the silent building. Eyes are closed in silent remembrance of my Pokemon, Togepi. Tears leak out of my eyes slowly, excruciatingly.
"Excuse me, miss. May we take down the name of your deceased Pokemon so we can include it in a memorial service we are holding this afternoon? If you don't mind, that is."
"Togepi. My friends and I found the egg when we were kids on our Pokemon journey. We hatched it all ourselves...but I left it with my friend Ash while I went on an exchange trip..and he let it die.."
I imagine how pathetic I must look, sobbing out the story to this woman in the official looking suit. But I guess they were meant for this kind of thing in their jobs.
"Miss? What was this Ash's last name?"
"Ke-ke-ketchum."
A soft intake of breath follows my words, and the woman says, "Are you Misty Waterflower?"
"How do you know my name?"
"I was wondering if you would ever come back, Misty. Come with me."
And I stare after her, totally perplexed, as she walks away.
I no I'm evil ^_^ Um, nothing much to say, except that I will commence to write chapter six as soon as possible! The more reviews I get, the quicker I will write it!
x~Aurora chan
:::Just as a reminder- in the last chapter, Misty had sneaked into Ash's house and just as she was going to leave, Ash came home:::
Misty's POV
He comes into the hallway. Then his eyes meet mine.
His face remains emotionless with an expression in his eyes that I can't interpret. It's almost confused. Nearly a full minute passes as the silence presses in on us, heavy and hot on my chest. As I wonder what is going through his mind. Because my mind is simply blank at the sight of him again- tall, dark-haired, and beautiful.
"Please, Ash," I whisper desperately, but he cuts me off.
"What the hell are you doing there? Didn't I tell you to leave and not come back, Misty? I *never* want to see you again after what you did to me!!!!!!" He's advancing closer and closer to me, and I'm backing away in fear. His face is so twisted in rage that I think he's going to hit me.
My mind protests loudly. I didn't do anything to you, it shouts, but my vocal chords are seared with fear.
This is the end, I think dully. The end of us. The end of me. Ash is a stranger now.
I'm flattened against the wall, shutting my eyes and bracing my head against the wall.
He raises his hand quickly to deliver the first blow, then stops midair. I open an eye and see him staring at me, that childlike expression of confusion back on his face.
My insides are shaking so hard that I am going to collapse again.
"Ash?" I choke out softly. For a moment I see the old Ash inside. The Ash I love. He's calling, reaching out to me in vain, crying for help.
Then he takes his hand and takes hold of my cheek. Without a word he presses his body against mine and kisses me suddenly and fiercely.
Emotions spinning like a carnival ride, stars dancing in front of my eyes.
I feel his warm, soft hands against me. They've always been soft, is the first idle thought I have. Because he was always wearing those gloves.
He's sweating, and I feel it in between our bodies. The fear.
Joshua. It was totally different with him. Just soft safeness, emotionless and flat. I'm dancing with danger here, I'm so scared that this is happening, and I can't believe it is.
I'm clinging to him, because he is the only thing I have to hold onto so I don't fall to the ground. I feel him holding me, too, almost as if he needs me. I taste the uncertainty on both our lips as we linger together, as if it is some sort of dangerous dance.
The kiss is short; fear has stolen my breath away, and we're both panting.
"Misty.." he says finally, meeting my eyes. His eyes have tears in them.
I can't think of a single thing to say.
Suddenly, the tears are cascading down my cheeks as I sink to the floor, crying uncontrollably. As if I've lost all command of my emotions entirely, just sobbing and reeling.
Eventually everything sinks into a comforting blackness and I hear Brock's voice yelling,
"Misty!"
Ash's POV
Why does she have to come back? I'm living my life fine, I've gotten over her, and then she has to come.
I force myself to think of the kiss. Misty was holding onto me. We were holding onto one another. And despite the uncertainty, it felt so right.
I can't be thinking of this. Not of her.
I remind myself that I hate her. That she ruined my life. And then the old hatred comes rushing back of the girl sitting on my bedside table. The picture has been flung across the room so many I times I can't even count.
I roll over on the bed and open the bedside drawer to pull out the razor, stained with blood. I feel it cutting into the old scar from the first time, feel the relief as an airy sensation washes over me.
Misty is forgotten now, as I focus on the patterns on my ceiling..
Misty's POV again
I don't know where to go, which direction to turn. So much points to so little. I don't know how detectives can do it.
I want to know why he hates me.
I want to know why he's thrown away all his trophies.
I want to know why my Togepi is dead.
I want to know why he kissed me.
I can't think about the kiss. Every time I find myself thinking about him, I scream very loudly in my mind, but eventually it all goes silent..
So I force it away.
I just need the answers now, and the mouths of everyone remains sealed shut.
I touch my own mouth. The one that he-
No. I need to search. I need clues. I need answers. My feet are walking to my car. Car is driving towards the Pokemon Tower in Lavender City. Feet getting out of the car, walking inside the silent building. Eyes are closed in silent remembrance of my Pokemon, Togepi. Tears leak out of my eyes slowly, excruciatingly.
"Excuse me, miss. May we take down the name of your deceased Pokemon so we can include it in a memorial service we are holding this afternoon? If you don't mind, that is."
"Togepi. My friends and I found the egg when we were kids on our Pokemon journey. We hatched it all ourselves...but I left it with my friend Ash while I went on an exchange trip..and he let it die.."
I imagine how pathetic I must look, sobbing out the story to this woman in the official looking suit. But I guess they were meant for this kind of thing in their jobs.
"Miss? What was this Ash's last name?"
"Ke-ke-ketchum."
A soft intake of breath follows my words, and the woman says, "Are you Misty Waterflower?"
"How do you know my name?"
"I was wondering if you would ever come back, Misty. Come with me."
And I stare after her, totally perplexed, as she walks away.
I no I'm evil ^_^ Um, nothing much to say, except that I will commence to write chapter six as soon as possible! The more reviews I get, the quicker I will write it!
x~Aurora chan