Thanks for all the reviews everyone! You guys are so awesome!!!! Well, I've
been taking my floppy disk to school *huggles floppy disk* and writing
during technology class. What a stupid class..but at least I get to write!
And here comes chapter six, la la la!
:::In the last chapter, misty went to the Pokémon tower to mourn her Togepi. When she arrived, a woman appeared and seemed to know her. Then, she motioned Misty to follow her, where she would explain everything:::
"I'm sure you don't remember me," the woman is saying to me. She's led me into a small, official-looking room.
"Have we..have we met?" I hear myself saying. I feel totally numb underneath, and after all I had experienced in the past few days, I tell myself I have the right.
"Yes, we have..a long time ago."
I'm waiting for her to explain, and I tilt my head in confusion.
"You came to my house once seeking shelter from the rain. I was a ditto trainer, remember? We were about..." She stopped and appeared to be thinking, "about ten or eleven?"
My face suddenly drains of color as the threads of remembrance trail back. "Du...Duplica??"
She nods. "It's been awhile, Misty."
We had never known one another very well, in fact, I was always secretly jealous of her because Ash seemed to like her more than me.
The next thing she tells me doesn't surprise me one bit, though it should. It's as if I've been squeezed dry of all my emotions, and I don't have the strength to muster up more.
"I was Ash's girlfriend," she says, "We broke up about a year ago, but.." she trailed off.
"I'm sorry," I say, somehow feeling like it was my fault.
"It's all right," she says, sad acceptance lingering in her eyes.
"I've been looking for you for such a long time. I got a job here, and I knew you would come here eventually, to see your Togepi's name on our wall."
"Wall?"
"It's a wall dedicated to Pokémon. Brock had paid for your Togepi to appear there..but I guess he hasn't told you."
I shake my head wordlessly. "What's going on?" I whisper, and that one sentence seems to cut off all the small talk.
I see a wave of emotion pass over her face as she debates telling me or not.
Finally, her face relents, and she says, "You might want to sit down, Misty."
I obey, already feeling my insides start to shake.
"After you left, Ash was fine for awhile. He was always writing you letters, but you never answered them. You never called, either. So after that he sunk into depression. I don't really blame him," -with this she glances accusingly at me-, "He just thought you didn't like him any more. His heart was broken, Misty."
"He never wrote me letters!" I exclaim. "I never got anything from him!" She just shrugs. "So, anyways, the Pokémon league was fast approaching. Brock forced him to enter, even though he really didn't care. He never did say what was the matter, but everyone figured it out."
My heart is shattering on the inside for the second time as I think of the pain we both had endured. On opposite ends of the world, and we both had suffered pointlessly.
"And then what?" I ask, sure that there is more to the story than that.
"Well, he had become so depressed that he didn't even take care of his Pokémon any more. Brock had to do it. It was about this time I came along, during the Pokémon league, and I re-met them. And that's when I found out what was going on."
"Yes.. But what happened to Togepi?"
"It was the morning of his big battle. Ash walked onto the field, holding his Pokeballs.
"When the battle began, he tossed one out and yelled, 'Go, Togepi!' And to my surprise, out came your Togepi. It was just a baby, Misty but he forced it to battle. I'm so sorry."
"What was it against?"
"An Onyx."
Anger rises in my throat, the old anger I felt when Ash didn't write, the old insolence at him. "I hate him," I say, "Damn him." I then proceed to ferociously whisper a string of obscenities.
"He just wanted to lose. He just wanted to get out of there."
"That's so selfish! He could have at least tried! He could have used his own Pokémon!"
"How did you let him?" I demand, turning the blame loose on her. "How could you let him use Togepi?!"
"I never knew," she says simply, her shoulders hunched over in visible guilt. "I would have done everything in my power to stop him if I could."
Emotions combining, clashing, to make the most sickening feeling I've ever felt. My stomach feels hollow. I can't even cry.
"Excuse me, Duplica. Thank you for telling me, but I have to go now. Goodbye." Then I somehow manage to find my way out of the room and to the car, where I drive recklessly home.
Duplica's POV, later the next day. (a/n just a quick break from the angsty stuff, don't fear, it'll be back ^_^)
The phone suddenly jars next to me, and I snatch it up. Even since I talked to Misty yesterday, I've been worried..
"Hello?"
"Duplica?" Asks a voice.
"Yes..?" I say tentatively.
"This is Brock."
"Hi! What's up?" I ask brightly, as I quickly bury my glum mood deep inside me. My heart starts to flutter a bit. Ever since I broke up with Ash, I've had a small crush on Brock.
"I won four tickets for a glass bottom boat tour," he says, "they stop for awhile at an island and to snorkel. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."
This can't be happening. He's not really asking me out on a date..is he?
Something suddenly occurs to me. "Who else is coming along?" I ask.
A pause.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to invite Ash along with us. He's been more depressed then usual, and I think it's because of Misty. But I want to get him out of the house, whether he likes it or not."
"I don't mind," I say in a near whisper. In truth, Ash had really been scaring me right before we broke up. And obviously, he hasn't gotten any better.
Then, a brilliant idea hits me face on. A Duplica Imite idea.
"We should bring Misty with, too!" I exclaim. "Maybe we can force them to, you know, repent."
"That might not be such a good idea.." he said.
"Sure it will! All they need is a little TLC towards one another!"
"Well..okay," he says reluctantly.
"I'll call Misty," I say, excitedly, unaware of the huge catastrophe I'm about to cause.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Seven will be up ASAP! Wow, it's 1:30 AM and I am about to pass out. Wheeee...
x~Aurora chan
:::In the last chapter, misty went to the Pokémon tower to mourn her Togepi. When she arrived, a woman appeared and seemed to know her. Then, she motioned Misty to follow her, where she would explain everything:::
"I'm sure you don't remember me," the woman is saying to me. She's led me into a small, official-looking room.
"Have we..have we met?" I hear myself saying. I feel totally numb underneath, and after all I had experienced in the past few days, I tell myself I have the right.
"Yes, we have..a long time ago."
I'm waiting for her to explain, and I tilt my head in confusion.
"You came to my house once seeking shelter from the rain. I was a ditto trainer, remember? We were about..." She stopped and appeared to be thinking, "about ten or eleven?"
My face suddenly drains of color as the threads of remembrance trail back. "Du...Duplica??"
She nods. "It's been awhile, Misty."
We had never known one another very well, in fact, I was always secretly jealous of her because Ash seemed to like her more than me.
The next thing she tells me doesn't surprise me one bit, though it should. It's as if I've been squeezed dry of all my emotions, and I don't have the strength to muster up more.
"I was Ash's girlfriend," she says, "We broke up about a year ago, but.." she trailed off.
"I'm sorry," I say, somehow feeling like it was my fault.
"It's all right," she says, sad acceptance lingering in her eyes.
"I've been looking for you for such a long time. I got a job here, and I knew you would come here eventually, to see your Togepi's name on our wall."
"Wall?"
"It's a wall dedicated to Pokémon. Brock had paid for your Togepi to appear there..but I guess he hasn't told you."
I shake my head wordlessly. "What's going on?" I whisper, and that one sentence seems to cut off all the small talk.
I see a wave of emotion pass over her face as she debates telling me or not.
Finally, her face relents, and she says, "You might want to sit down, Misty."
I obey, already feeling my insides start to shake.
"After you left, Ash was fine for awhile. He was always writing you letters, but you never answered them. You never called, either. So after that he sunk into depression. I don't really blame him," -with this she glances accusingly at me-, "He just thought you didn't like him any more. His heart was broken, Misty."
"He never wrote me letters!" I exclaim. "I never got anything from him!" She just shrugs. "So, anyways, the Pokémon league was fast approaching. Brock forced him to enter, even though he really didn't care. He never did say what was the matter, but everyone figured it out."
My heart is shattering on the inside for the second time as I think of the pain we both had endured. On opposite ends of the world, and we both had suffered pointlessly.
"And then what?" I ask, sure that there is more to the story than that.
"Well, he had become so depressed that he didn't even take care of his Pokémon any more. Brock had to do it. It was about this time I came along, during the Pokémon league, and I re-met them. And that's when I found out what was going on."
"Yes.. But what happened to Togepi?"
"It was the morning of his big battle. Ash walked onto the field, holding his Pokeballs.
"When the battle began, he tossed one out and yelled, 'Go, Togepi!' And to my surprise, out came your Togepi. It was just a baby, Misty but he forced it to battle. I'm so sorry."
"What was it against?"
"An Onyx."
Anger rises in my throat, the old anger I felt when Ash didn't write, the old insolence at him. "I hate him," I say, "Damn him." I then proceed to ferociously whisper a string of obscenities.
"He just wanted to lose. He just wanted to get out of there."
"That's so selfish! He could have at least tried! He could have used his own Pokémon!"
"How did you let him?" I demand, turning the blame loose on her. "How could you let him use Togepi?!"
"I never knew," she says simply, her shoulders hunched over in visible guilt. "I would have done everything in my power to stop him if I could."
Emotions combining, clashing, to make the most sickening feeling I've ever felt. My stomach feels hollow. I can't even cry.
"Excuse me, Duplica. Thank you for telling me, but I have to go now. Goodbye." Then I somehow manage to find my way out of the room and to the car, where I drive recklessly home.
Duplica's POV, later the next day. (a/n just a quick break from the angsty stuff, don't fear, it'll be back ^_^)
The phone suddenly jars next to me, and I snatch it up. Even since I talked to Misty yesterday, I've been worried..
"Hello?"
"Duplica?" Asks a voice.
"Yes..?" I say tentatively.
"This is Brock."
"Hi! What's up?" I ask brightly, as I quickly bury my glum mood deep inside me. My heart starts to flutter a bit. Ever since I broke up with Ash, I've had a small crush on Brock.
"I won four tickets for a glass bottom boat tour," he says, "they stop for awhile at an island and to snorkel. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me."
This can't be happening. He's not really asking me out on a date..is he?
Something suddenly occurs to me. "Who else is coming along?" I ask.
A pause.
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to invite Ash along with us. He's been more depressed then usual, and I think it's because of Misty. But I want to get him out of the house, whether he likes it or not."
"I don't mind," I say in a near whisper. In truth, Ash had really been scaring me right before we broke up. And obviously, he hasn't gotten any better.
Then, a brilliant idea hits me face on. A Duplica Imite idea.
"We should bring Misty with, too!" I exclaim. "Maybe we can force them to, you know, repent."
"That might not be such a good idea.." he said.
"Sure it will! All they need is a little TLC towards one another!"
"Well..okay," he says reluctantly.
"I'll call Misty," I say, excitedly, unaware of the huge catastrophe I'm about to cause.
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Seven will be up ASAP! Wow, it's 1:30 AM and I am about to pass out. Wheeee...
x~Aurora chan