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Don't Try to Rain on Me

The Meeting

After putting on a pair of shorts and a camisole, Misty flopped on the bed.

"Wow! These things are so bouncy!" she cried, giggling. Ash, who had his back turned to her while she was dressing, turned around with a amused look on his face. "What? Don't look at me like that." Ash rolled his eyes.

"So-o-o-o-o, how was thy dinner?" he asked. She rolled her eyes as he hovered above her.

"Fine I guess. I'm still not used to the food. It's too…NOT processed." Ash chuckled.

"Really now." Misty's eyes shut, still sprawled out on the large bed.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "Not…" Her sentence was cut off as she fell asleep. Ash's eyes softened and he sat down on the bed beside her sleeping form. Looking down on her, he softly kissed her forehead.

"G'night Mist," he whispered and brushed a few strands of hair from her face. "Sweet dreams."

The next morning, a Saturday, Misty was free from classes.

"No classes? Alright," she mumbled when Ash told her. "I getta sleep in…" Ash sat next to her. Misty opened one eye and looked up at him. "Donchu sleep, Ash?" Ash blushed a purple color, the red having turned that color because of the dark mahogany that shone through him.

"Of course."

"I mean, on a bed?"

"No." Misty sat up and patted the spot next to her.

"Here. You can sleep here and see what it feels like." Ash blushed deeper.

"That's okay." Misty raised an eyebrow and stuck out her lower lip.

"Puh-lease?" Ash rolled his eyes and sat down next to her.

"There."

"Y'gotta lie down." Ash laid down stiffly. "Can you make yourself solid?" she asked, lying back down about a foot and a half away from him. Ash stared up at the ceiling.

"I dunno. I never tried to before." He felt himself sinking in the soft feathers and was becoming rather drowsy. "Pretty…soft…" He closed his eyes and curled up, falling asleep.

"You like it?" When he didn't respond, she looked over at him. With a small chuckle, she got up and got dressed. "'Night Ashy-boy," she whispered before heading down to breakfast.

"Hey Misty," said Shako perkily. She did a double take of what she was wearing and her mouth hung slightly ajar. Misty gave her a small smile.

"Hello," she replied and took a seat next to her. "So…What do you do on Saturdays?"

"Well, since there's no classes, we usually do extra credit, write or go down to the art room and do art." Shako wrinkled her nose. "But no one but Sam does that."

"Whothes Tham?" Misty asked, egg in her mouth.

"This guy who came last year. He's a total drop-dead but he's so creepy and is totally obsessed with painting." Misty tapped her chin thoughtfully and smiled slyly.

"Well then. I think I'll paint today." Shako's eyes widened.

"Really? Do you think I could come with you? No one would go with me!" Misty shrugged.

"Sure. Like I care. Tho let's head down afther breakfathst!" she stated, another piece of egg finding its way into her mouth.

"Or," said Shako, grabbing her arm. "We could go now!"

"But I didn't get to finish my egg!" cried Misty, her fork bouncing in her hand as Shako dragged her towards the art room. They entered the brightly lit room and a boy sitting at an easel looked up. He had dark brown hair and bright green eyes that Misty felt saw everything. He looked so utterly surprised that Misty felt sorry for him. "You mean no one comes down here except him?" Shako nodded and dragged her over.

"Hiya Sam! This is Misty! She came here a couple days ago." Sam smiled up at her, his teeth flashing.

"Why hello."

"Smashing ole chap," came Ash's voice from behind her. "Though he seems rather dull." He was suddenly beside her. She longed to talk to him, ask him about 'sleeping', but she just smiled.

"Is she mute?" he asked after Misty said nothing.

"What?" she said, surprised. Ash chuckled.

"You two would go perfect together. One's dull and one's slow!" She shot him a brief look.

"Sorry. I was just looking around. I've never been down here before." Sam smiled.

"Well then grab and easel and paint! Come over here, next to me!" Misty smiled and obliged, seeing how Shako could call him drop-dead. With his perfect smile, looks, and manners he could win any girl's heart!

"Earth to Misty!" came Ash, his hand waving in front of her.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

"For what?" said Sam, looked at her.

"Oh, nothing," she said, blushing. Ash laughed and she had the strong urge to throw the canvas at him. But the canvas stayed on the easel and she began thinking. "What to paint…"

"Paint the ocean!" said Ash while Sam suggested she painted a flower.

"Though it would never be as beautiful as you," he cooed and she blushed. Ash coughed loudly.

"Thanks." So she drew a lily…in the ocean.

"Lilies don't grown in the ocean," said Ash, his voice warm in her ear. She chuckled.

"Well now they do!" she whispered as quietly as she could. "I took both of your ideas and made a picture!" Ash chuckled and grabbed her hand, closing his fingers over hers. She watched their hands attentively as he dipped the paint brush in the orange paint and began painting the lily. "What're you doing? Lilies are white!"

"Orange," he said, eyes on the paper. She turned so she was staring at his profile. "For your hair." And suddenly, he was gone, leaving Misty feeling warm inside and a blush on her cheeks. Sam look at her painting and frowned.

"Lilies aren't orange," he said. "Though it's quite good." Misty said nothing and kept smiling.

"Ash!" she called as she entered her room. "Ashy-boy?" She put the painting in her closet, a smile flying over her rosy lips. "Where are you?" A draft made her shiver and she flopped onto the bed. "Ash!" she called. No answer. Confused, she sat up. As she turned around, something flew past her and she almost screamed but a hand clasped on her mouth. Another arm flew around her waist, like hot metal. But something about the grip wasn't right. It was like it almost wasn't there.

"You're being abducted," whispered a voice in her ear, sending pleasant chills down her spine.

"Really," she said, breaking the grip and turning around. "Well, if I am, then shouldn't you take me captive?" Ash laughed and pushed her back onto the bed.

"In your dreams, Cinderella!" She frowned, propping herself up on her elbows.

"That wasn't Cinderella." He rolled his eyes and lay next to her. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she sat up. "How did you do that?" Ash looked up at her.

"Do what?"

"Touch me! You were almost solid!" Ash smiled and chuckled softly.

"Ever since you asked me if I could become solid, I've been practicing. But only you can still see me."

"That's great!" she cried, clapping her hands. Suddenly, she lurched forward and hugged him tightly around the middle. Ash's eyes widened and his body tensed. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking up into his wide eyes. He smiled shakily.

"Nothing. I've just…never been hugged before." She beamed and hugged him again.

"Well you better get used to it!" A small blush crept onto his cheeks as he placed his hands on her lower back and she shuddered slightly. "Your hands…" she murmured, breaking away and taking his hands in hers. "They're freezing!" He smiled bashfully.

"I'm sorry." There was an awkward silence and Misty absent-mindedly stroked Ash's hands with her fingers while staring off to the side.

"I've mass tomorrow morning," she said softly. "Something I haven't done since…" He gave her hands a squeeze.

"You don't have to go." She shook her head.

"They would come up here and ask for sure. No…I'm going. I've been thinking about it almost all evening. But…will you go too?" He smiled and she held her breath as his lips brushed each of her fingertips.

"Of course." She closed her eyes briefly before giving a small smile.

"Thank you Ash." He slowly dropped her hands.

"No problem. Now get to sleep." She nodded sleepily and sat on her bed, still clothed in her uniform. She lay back and sighed.

"Good night, Ash." He nodded, smiled, and was gone. A lump formed in her throat and she desperately tried to swallow it but her efforts were in vain as a sob was emitted from her mouth. Shoulders shaking, she buried her face in her pillow and cried herself to sleep, waking up only moments later, hiccuping.

*

In the morning, Misty found it hard to open her eyes and when she stole a meager glance at herself in the bedside mirror, she almost screamed. Her eyes were puffy and swollen, a feeble result of her seemingly endless sobbing last night, and the area around them were blotched red. Sighing, she sat up and walked into the bathroom. Shutting the door gently behind her, she walked to the washing basin and splashed her face a few times with freezing cold water.

"Mist?"

She started and her hand smacked into the faucet. Pressing her throbbing hand to her mouth to try and suck the pain out of it, she opened the door. Ash, his face etched with worry, cocked his head.

"Are you okay? I spazed when I didn't see you in your bed-?"

"Don't worry about me, Ash," she said, smiling softly and ignoring the pain in her hand. "I'm fine. I just couldn't wake up this morning so I just decided to-" Chuckling, he held up a hand and wiped cold water away from under her eye with the other. He recoiled slightly at the irritated skin around her eye.

"You've been crying." It sounded more of a statement than a question and Misty was sure that he meant it that way; staring at her skeptically, with a slight frown playing on his lips and an eyebrow poised slightly higher than the other. She walked straight through him, not meeting his eyes.

"Of course not. I just got soap in my eyes, that's all…" She knew she couldn't fool him but didn't see the harm in trying to convince him otherwise. He leapt into the air and sat, suspended, near the far corner in her room. She could feel his eyes on her as she drew two dresses from her drawer. "Which one-?"

"You're changing the subject," he said softly, his soft eyes probing hers. She could understand his confusion and hurt, that was for sure. In past times, she had told him everything. And now she was lying to him and he knew it. She grew suddenly angry with him and nearly threw the dresses down.

"Ash please," she nearly whispered. "Just leave it alone. I don't wanna talk about it." She could see he was hurt clearly now and turned away. "Which dress should I wear?" Ash's narrowed eyes stared unblinkingly at her and for the first time since she had met him, she felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

"The blue one," he said finally and disappeared. Misty felt the overpowering urge to cry again but this time, she swallowed the lump and screamed into her pillow.

She walked down the halls from mass, her casual blue dress slightly hugging her form and swishing around her knees. She had to leave, even though mass was only half over, and she was making her way to her room. Where was he?, she asked herself. Why didn't he come? Surely he knew that she had wanted him here. She clenched her fists and tried hard not to stomp too loudly up the stairs.

"Ash?" she whispered loudly as she entered her room. "I know you're in here." He was angry at her, she realized with a jolt. Maybe even furious. She sighed and began to change into her uniform. As she pulled on the skirt, she felt a small breeze at her back and found Ash staring coldly at her. She avoided his gaze as she pulled on her socks and shoes. Neither said anything until Misty cleared her throat. "Why…why didn't you come?"

"I was thinking."

"Still. I needed you to come." She regarded him with the same cold manner he was regarding her with but her voice still sounded whiny and pleading. Ash narrowed his eyes.

"Sorry." Misty knew he probably wasn't.

"Listen, I know you're mad about what-"

"Misty, just drop it," he said coldly.

"Oh." She didn't want to drop it but he had never spoken to her that way before. "All right then." She feared to speak anymore because her voice was beginning to shake. She took a deep breath. "I just…" Her voice, to her dismay, came out wobbly and shaky. She swallowed deeply. "I…The service is still going on," she finally whispered. "I would've stayed but…it was too much for me. I wish you could've been there like you always are."

"That's the problem," countered Ash, eyes still narrowed. "I'm, like, stuck to you. I always have to go where you go."

"That's not true," said Misty, anger creeping into her voice. "You don't have to come anywhere with me. I just wanted you to come this one time!" Ash snorted. Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Brushing a hand over her eyes, Misty answered it. Shako peered at her with concern.

"Sister said for me to ask what was wrong," she explained.

"Nothing…I just wasn't feeling up to it, that's all. My eyes are probably all red, too. But I'm feeling better now."

"Stay up here until mass is done. Then you can decided whether or not you feel up to it."

"Thanks Shako." Shako smiled and wiggled her fingers at Misty before skipping down the hall. And when Misty turned, Ash was gone.

*

"Goodnight Shako!" she called and waved to the girl. Shako grinned and waved back. "Ash?" she called. "Please. Come on. I need to talk to you." When no one answered, she sat on the bed to take out her PJs when Ash appeared next to her. "There you are," she said, smiling softly. Her smiled wasn't returned and she quickly went on talking. "I just wanted to apologize for-" Ash sighed.

"Listen Mist. Were you crying or not?" Hesitance.

"Yes."

"Now we're making progress," said Ash, cracking a small smile. "And I can guess why. Now…what ever happened to your mom and sister?"

"How did you-?"

"Come on Mist. I've known you too long NOT to know. I just want to hear you say it." Misty swallowed and began fiddling with the bedspread. Ash's hand closed over hers and he peered into her eyes. "Please."

"Okay. Well, it was my sister, Rose, and my mom. Rose was only a year and three months older than me and we would do anything together. Except ballet, which she loved. She would do it instead of swimming and because my mom and dad loved her most, she could get away with it." Misty hugged her knees and began rocking back and forth.

"We were coming home from a recital in the middle of summer. School had just let out and a lot of high school kids were out celebrating. Y'know, drinking and stuff. And they just…ran into us. I don't know…" By this time, the words were coming out with great difficulty and tears streamed down her face. "Mom died instantly, blocking me with her body. I just broke my arm and got fifty stitches on my leg. But Rose didn't die right away. She had broken her neck and legs. But it killed me knowing that she would never dance again. She died two days later."

"Mist," whispered Ash and soon his arms were around her, drawing her close.

"I was only four," she sobbed. "I had lost my best friend." His grip tightened.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into her ear.

"That's why I was so happy when you found me and told me you'd be my friend. I was having fits in class. They would flashback in my head, these images. Rose screaming, mom screaming…me screaming. No one wanted to be around someone like that." Misty sniffed and buried her face in Ash's chest. "Thank you," she said softly. He smiled.

"For you, anything."

"So you forgive me?" she asked, looking extremely pathetic in her state. Ash smiled.

"Yeah, I guess I gotta." She grinned and quickly pecked his cheek. A red blush crept over his cheeks. Her eyes began to suddenly droop as sleep crept over her body. Ash slowly laid her back onto the bed. "'Night Mist," he whispered and disappeared.

HAHAHAH. Done. Any ideas for the third chapter? This is such a weird idea, hmm? More romance in the next chapter-Pinky Swear! Thanks and please review!

!~~Kasagi Onaso~~!