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Thanks to the good reviews so far I've been motivated to write this second part to Like a Million Raindrops! This book is dedicated to:

JOYOFBRIT: I love ya Chika! Can ya hear me? HOWDY! Thanks for being there for me when I moved away from that goshforsaken state down there (j/p/w/u)! LUV YA!

My twin—princessangel11—: Keep up those boy crazy antics and thanks for reviewing my stuff verbally and telling me whether or not they sucked ass! Thank you!

And um, no, I do own the song 'Million Pieces (Kissin' Your Cares Goodbye) by the Newsboys. Just thought you might wanna no that!

Like a Million Raindrops

Chapter One

(And they all fall like a million raindrops falling from a blue sky kissing your cares goodbye. Oh, and they all fall like a million pieces a ticker tape parade high and now you're free to fly)

She sighed and got up from her spot on near the window. The rain didn't look like it was clearing up, and she wanted to see if she could get a room here before all the trainers started coming. Herself, she didn't own any pokèmon, though she always wanted to.

(You're carrying a milestone malaise and it's been pulling down your gaze. You pound the pavement it don't give or care this weight ain't yours to bear)

"'Scuse me," she said softly, looking up at the Nurse Joy. "Are there any rooms left?" With a small shake of her head, the Nurse Joy had said everything she wanted to hear. With a small sigh, she pushed through the glass doors and into the rain.

(Why you carrying grudges in old jars why you wanna show off all your scars what's it gonna take to lay a few burdens down, it's a beautiful sound—)

She pulled her hood over her head and began to walk through the rain. It splashed against the sides of her legs as she stepped through muddy puddles. Frowning, she bent down to wipe the mud encrusted on them and a bike flew by. Before she could stand, the bike swept through a puddle, which flew onto her clothes. The only clothes she had.

(When they all fall like a million raindrops falling from a blue sky kissing your cares goodbye oh as they all fall like a million pieces a ticker tape parade high and now you're free to fly)

Mumbling under her breath, she walked on, hugging herself from the cold. She walked into the woods. Before she knew it, she could hear footsteps behind her and she quickened her pace.

(When that muffled sigh says you're barely getting by cut your burdens loose and just simplify simplify this is not your floor you're going higher than before drop the weight now wait for the lookout guide look outside)

"Excuse me?" said a boy's voice. She turned around, her eyes narrowed.

"What do you want?" The boy, or teen rather, gave her a small smile. His wild hair was kept pinned down by a red and white league cap. On his shoulder sat a large Pikachu and to his left stood a tall man with spiky brown hair and squinty eyes. She cocked her head. The teen was rather good-looking.

"Could you tell me the directions, by any chance?"

"To where?" He flushed slightly as did she.

"To Cerulean City?" She smiled slightly.

"Ah. Yeah. It's rather complicated. Do you think I could come with you? I wasn't heading anywhere in particular already." The two teens smiled in welcome. She smiled with relief.

"Sure. I'm Ash," said the dark-haired teen, extending a gloved hand. She took it gratefully, feeling his wet fingers tightening over her hand.

"Brock," said the older teen, also extending a hand.

"I'm…" she said, her mind drawing a blank. "Misty," she said finally. Ash smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Misty.

(As they all fall like a million raindrops falling from a blue sky kissing your cares goodbye oh and they all fall like a million pieces a ticker tape parade high and now you're free to fly)

She followed them back to the Pokecenter that she had just run from, a small smile toying with her mouth.

The Nurse Joy looked up and her eyes clouded with confusion as she spotted Misty, the same girl who had been sitting at the window just a few minutes ago.

"Um, they don't have any rooms left," said Misty sheepishly. Ash's eyes squinted slightly as he walked to the desk.

"Um excuse me? Do you have the reservations for Ash Ketchum?" Nurse Joy nodded and handed him the keys. "Do you think you might have another room for our friend here?" Again, the Nurse Joy nodded. Misty felt an upcoming suspicion in her stomach and it filled her mouth with a bitter taste, making her want to vomit.

Didn't that same Nurse just tell her that they had no more room?

Misty was sure that was the same one, though they all looked alike.

"Misty!" She heard her name being called from a distance and her head snapped up.

"What? Oh, coming!" She rushed after Ash and Brock.

A half-hour later, they all sat on Misty's bed in her room, talking about nothing in particular. For some reason, Misty found it rather easy to talk to them and found that she couldn't run out of anything to say. But when the subject finally rested on families, she became oddly quiet. And when talks of fathers, mothers and siblings arose, she could hear nothing but an odd ringing in her ears. In fact, she didn't know Ash was talking to her until he nudged her arm.

"How about you Misty?" Three pairs of eyes, including that cute little Pikachu Ash had released from his backpack onto the bed after asking Misty's permission. She felt herself flush and she looked at the maroon carpet, suddenly noticing how clean it was. "Misty?" he asked again.

"Um..." she began hesitantly. "I actually don't have a family," she said finally, her voice quiet the two boys and pokèmon had to lean forward to hear her trembling voice. Immediately, they recoiled, sympathy etched on their faces.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" asked Brock softly. Her ached with happiness because of their sympathy and the fact that they were paying this much attention to them. She felt like she could tell them anything.

"I guess," she said and began her story. She told of how her father had come home one night, not acting like he normally did...

FLASHBACK*

Two teens, one with pink hair and one with white, sat on couches in front of an open fire, reading, and two small girls, one with pink hair so light it almost looked white and one with bright orange, sat on a blanket in front of the fire as well. They pushed around cars with small female figurines. Really, the only way you could tell they were females was because of the enormous swell on their chests and long, silky hair, but the two kids adored them anyway.

The door burst open and a tall man stumbled in, his eyes wild. A slim woman with orange hair walked into the room and gasped as soon as she saw the man's stumbling figure. As the man advanced on the woman, the two teens gathered the small ones and herded them into a closet, telling them not to come out until they came back to get them. The two girls huddled among the coats and listen to the banging outside. After a while, no one came to get them. All they could hear was screaming and yelling. Suddenly, smoke began billowing from the crack under the door. The two girls began screaming and pressed against the closet but found it locked. Soon, the smelling of burning filled the house and soon, the two little girls lost conscious, but the thing unknown to them was the fact that only one of them would live to see the outside of that closet again.

END FLASHBACK*

By this time, Misty was struggling to hold back tears.

"I...I never saw my sister, my dad or my mom again," she said softly. "I was put into a children's orphanage because my three sisters couldn't take care of me and I hated it there so I ran away and away from my best friend she got caught and...and..." She had been talking nonstop and for a moment, she looked like she was about to break down. Her face crumbled and she buried her face in her hands. She suddenly felt two arms from opposite sides go around her shoulders and she looked to her right, to her left, and found Ash and Brock's smiling faces. She smiled slightly and sniffed, wiping the back of her hand across her cheek.

(You gotta lay your burdens down you gotta lay your burdens down it's time to lay your burdens in a pyre set a bonfire)

"Thanks guys," she said softly as Pikachu landed gracefully in her lap. "I needed to let that out." Ash smiled softly, his eyes shimmering slightly, heart aching for this poor girl.

"No problem Mist," he said softly while Brock nodded.

"Yeah. You're with us now."

You're with us now.

The words echoed in her head and filled her with a happiness of belonging.

"Thanks so much," she said, smiling a genuine smile. "That means a lot to me, you know." Ash nodded grimly.

"I think we did." She chuckled and stifled a yawn, staring at them guiltily. "Well, goodnight Misty," said Ash, noticing the so-called stifled yawn. "We'll see you in the morning, okay?" She could only nod, her heart throbbing as well as her head.

"Right," she whispered.

"You want Pikachu to stay with you?" But he heard no answer and turned to see Misty asleep on top of her covers. Smiling to himself, he walked over and tucked her in. "Stay with her Pikachu," Ash whispered and Pikachu could only oblige happily. "She looks like she'll need the company." With that, Ash pivoted on his heel and strode out of the room.

The next morning, Misty woke up in a strange room and a warm spot at her feet. She shot up, a look of panic adorning her tired face and when recognition finally hit her, she slumped back under the covers, willing herself to go back to sleep. But it was in vain, and she got up, careful not to wake Pikachu, and mechanically pulled her clothes on. She looked at the clock, fearing that she had woken up terribly early because it looks so dark outside. But she gasped as she looked at the clock.

8:30???

She hadn't slept that soundly since she was six. She grinned and suddenly a knock echoed through the room.

"Come in!" she called, pulling her hair up in a ponytail. In the mirror, she saw Ash poke his head around the door. She smiled at him and flushed slightly. "Um...Thanks for tucking me in last night," she said, softer than her voice had been before. She saw him flush as well but pretended not to notice.

"You're welcome. Are you ready to leave?"

"You mean I'm actually going to go with you?" she asked, her voice higher with excitement. Ash looked at her with confusion.

"Unless you don't want to—?"

"Of course I do!" she exclaimed, spinning around. "If that's okay, of course."

"Of course it's okay!" said Ash, laughing. "C'mon, pack your things. We're leaving for Cerulean!"

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