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A/N: Thank you Joy-girl, Virgo Writer and all you other people who reviewed my stuff! You people also gave me some ideas so thanks for that too! I really appreciate it 'cos now I have something to write. Now that A+M are together I can make things more interesting...*Evil laugh*

~ Kasagi Onaso

Don't Try to Rain on Me

Enigma

Misty shivered slightly from the cold and reached down to pull the covers up when light suddenly streamed down on her face. The hot white light beat upon her eyelids furiously and she quickly drew the covers over her head. A soft chuckle came from above her as the blanket was stripped away.

"Wake up, Mist. You're gonna miss first period class." Misty stared up at Ash, not sure whether or not to smile. Since last night, their relationship had been a puzzle to her. She just needed the right pieces before she could figure things out.

"Thanks Ash," she whispered. For a moment, all she did was stare into his eyes and he into hers until he finally rested a soft kiss on the bridge of her nose.

"Your welcome." And the light shone clearer as he disappeared. Sighing, Misty pulled on her uniform and headed towards LA1.

*

"An appositive..." Misty blocked out the sensei's words as she stared out the window. The sensei had been foolish enough to give Misty a seat by the window, for he never knew the half the time he talked, Misty couldn't hear him.

"Will Miss Misty Waterflower please report to the central office? Miss Misty Waterflower." Face flushing and heart beating, Misty stood and exited the room.

She walked down the long halls to the central office. The secretarty, a bored-looking woman with sagging wrinkles in her forehead, looked up.

"Are you Misty?"

"Yes." She looked around. "Am I in trouble?"

"I don't think so. They're just going to ask you a couple questions."

"About wha-?"

"Misty?" A young woman with obvious Botox injections in her forehead waved at her from a door. "Hi! I'm the school consular. You can just call me Haruka, okay?" Misty nodded. Every time Haruka smiled, her forehead stayed smooth. It was all Misty could do not to laugh. She walked into the room and was startled when she saw the Nyctophobic girl sitting on a chair.

"Why am I here?" she nearly whispered.

"Oh, I just need to ask you some questions, that's all! Have a seat." The seats were stiff and plastic and Misty immediately sat on the edge so her back would have to suffer. "All right. This is Charity. Charity, this is Misty! I'm going to let you two talk about what happened last night. Charity said she was saved by a ghost…?" Misty's throat clenched.

"Wh-what?"

"A ghost. She said she was saved by a ghost boy. Can you describe him for us?" Charity nodded.

"He had on a cap. It was white an red and he had black hair." Haruka scribbled something in her notepad.

"A ghost?" scoffed Misty. "There's no such thing!"

"There is so! He saved me!" Haruka looked at Misty seriously over her glasses. Misty glared back, crossing her arms. If someone found out about Ash…?

"Well, what do you suggest it was?"

"I don't know," she answered truthfully. "But a ghost? She is Nyctophobic."

"True, but she said you were on the roof the whole time." Haruka tried to raise an eyebrow but the Botox prevented it from doing so. So she leaned forward instead. "She also said you seemed to know this ghost, Misty." They're going to send me to a mental institution, she thought crazily. Either that or they're going to send her to a mental institution.

"Know? How?"

"She said you were telling her not to be afraid." Misty narrowed her eyes and leaned back in the stiff chair.

"I thought she was having an attack! That's all." Charity, who had said hardly anything the whole time, coughed.

"I know what I saw. You knew he was there!" Misty glared at her.

"It's crazy! It was night, it was raining, thundering, and very windy and you're Nyctophobic! What are the chances that a ghost could have saved you and me knowing him?" Charity shrugged.

"Then what caught me?" Misty, who had scooted up to the edge of the chair again, sank back, defeated.

"I don't know," she said softly. Haruka scribbled more things on the notepad and nodded.

"Both of you seem to know what you're talking about. How about we talk about it later? Tomorrow at the same time?" Talking about this the first thing in the morning didn't sound very appealing to Misty but she nodded anyway. Haruka smiled, handed them late notes and dismissed them.

"There was a ghost, I saw him," said Charity nastily. "And I'm gonna prove it too." Misty shuddered as she walked away and headed up to her dorm.

She threw herself on the bed and thought of possible things to say tomorrow. She knew she should've gone back to class but things were too screwed up now. She rubbed her face with her hands and sat up.

"Ash?" she said softly. In a moment, she felt the bed rock as he sat beside her.

"What's wrong?"

"That girl…" she started, feeling her throat clench again. "What would happen if someone else found out about you and proved that you existed?" She looked up into his eyes and he looked baffled.

"I-I don't know," he said, his voice filled with confusion. "I guess I would…eh…perish or something like that. Why?"

"That girl you saved the other night." She was whispering now. "She told the guidance consular about it and now she's trying to convince her that you exist!" She hugged him tightly around the middle. "I don't want you die," she whispered, a tear falling down her cheek. He stroked her back and they both sat in silence before she felt Ash take a breath to speak.

"How could she prove it?"

"I don't know! Whenever you make yourself solid, anyone can see you." Ash frowned.

"Oh. I see. Then we'll have to be more careful, hmm?" Before she could answer, he kissed her softly. "I love you, you know." She tried to smile but ended up crying harder.

"I love you too."

*

The next morning Misty was a nervous wreck. She knew, as she sat in the first period class, that she would be called down any moment.

"Will Miss Misty Waterflower please report to the central office? Miss Misty Waterflower." There it was. She stood up and walked to the office.

Haruka and Charity greeted her as she walked into the room, Charity with a slight nod and Haruka with a big smile and a wave.

"So here we are again, eh girls?" They said nothing. "Okay, right to business. I'm going to ask you two a few questions so I can get a feel of both sides. First question: Do you think it was possible that Charity, you (she pointed to Charity), were imagining things?"

"Of course not," said Charity. "I felt him!"

"I do," said Misty. "By the time I reached the ground you had passed out. How would you know what you saw? Besides, it was night and you're Nyctophobic."

"Good. (scribble, scribble). Question Two: Was it possible that someone could have caught Charity before she hit the ground and then left?" It was doubtful, but Misty knew she had to take the 'yes' side.

"Of course," she said, in her best 'I'm right and you're stupid' voice. "I mean, the person probably broke her fall, didn't know what hit him and ran off scared. When I reached the ground, she was out cold and laying on the ground."

"I think that if I fell out of the air and someone broke my fall, they would stick around," said Charity.

"Whatever," said Misty, glancing out the window. Haruka frowned.

"That's it for today. I think I'll cut this session short. See you later, though. I'll ask around, okay?" Misty got up, glaring at Charity, and left.

Later, Shako caught up with Misty on her way from gym class.


"Where've you been?" she asked, cocking her head. Misty avoided her eyes and stared at the tile floor.

"No where. I felt a little queasy yesterday so I went upstairs." Shako giggled.

"Did you hear? Charity thinks she was saved by a ghost or spirit or whatever." Misty looked to her hopefully.

"And you don't believe her?"

"Of course not!" Shako suddenly grabbed her arm. "Let's go to the art room and see if Sam's there! Maybe he'll ask you out or something." Misty began to protest but Shako grabbed her arm and hauled her towards the room.

"How the hell are you supposed to take someone out on a date, anyway?" asked Misty as they ran down the hall.

"Take 'em to the café! Here we go! Hey Sam!" Sam looked up from his work and smiled as the two girls approached him.

"Hello girls. Come to paint again?"

"Yeah." Shako pushed Misty to the easel next to Sam's and he smiled at her. She smiled back shakily before picking up the paints.

"So Misty," said Sam as she began to paint a picture of Ash's hat. "Where're you from?"

"Cerulean." He nodded and she dipped her paint brush in the red, splashing the canvas with the color.

"What are your hobbies?"

"I like to swim," she said, putting the green 'L' on the cap. "But I can't anymore. We used to…I used to…well, I was a Gym Leader for a while but I don't battle much."

"Little people here do. Some like the field but others just take LA and stuff." He glanced over at her canvas. She dipped her paint brush in the gray now, adding a shadow to the hat. "What on earth is that?"

"Oh," stuttered Misty. "A…League Cap?"

"I can see that. Why did you paint it?" She racked her mind for a reasonable answer.

"It was a friend's. He…she was lucky enough to get one." She offered him a smile.

"It's good. Misty, I was wondering…" Misty panicked and stood.

"Wouldja look at the time? I gotta go." As she turned to leave, he grabbed her wrist.

"You wanna go out sometime?"

"Um, I-"

"Will get back to you on that tomorrow," finished Shako with a large grin. "Come on Misty." Without looking back, they walked out of the studio and walked to the rooms. "Wow!" shrieked Shako but before she could say anything else, Misty put her foot down.

"I am NOT going out with him," she said firmly.

"What? Why not? You're crazy!"

"I dunno. I just…don't want to, that's all." Shako shook her head.

"Just think about it, okay? Talk to ya later." Misty sighed and walked into her room. Ash suddenly popped out of nowhere, upside-down and cross- legged. He grinned at her and then frowned when he saw her face.

"What's up?" She told him about the session with Haruka and about Sam. When she got to that part, he frowned. "Well go out with him."

"What?!" she shrieked. "You're joking, right?" He shrugged.

"It must suck to not be able to go out with a human when you're too tied up with a…a…" He tapped his chin. Misty groaned and flopped back on the bed.

"But I don't wanna! Even if you weren't here, I wouldn't." Ash smiled, though it seemed strained.

"Come on. He's cute, nice-" She looked up at him and could see it was hurting him as much as it was her.

"So are you," she whispered. "Come on Ash, everything he's got you got." Ash smiled wryly.

"Sure."

"I'm serious!"

"Just go out with him!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No! I can't believe you're saying this!" Ash sighed.

"Frankly, neither can I. But I feel like I'm holding you back from a normal life."

"It's true that if you weren't here, none of this would be happening," she said with a weak chuckle. "But I just…no!" Ash laughed and dropped out of the air, landing on her bed. "Do you give up?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No."

"Then I guess so." He shrugged. "But I wish you would do something YOU wanted to do and not have to worry about what I think." Misty shook her head.

"You aren't getting it. I don't like him that way, Ash!" He watched her intently as she lay back on the bed and sniffed. "But Shako is convinced I do," she added softly. "And I don't know who to believe." He lay down beside her and threw his arm over her stomach and nuzzled her neck.

"Just believe who you wanna believe, Mist. No one's gonna force you otherwise." She sighed, suddenly tired.

"You're right. I know you are…" she whispered, her eyes drooping. "It's so confusing…" Ash sighed, his breath tickling her neck.

"I know Mist but you'll figure it out." She smiled and closed her eyes.

"I sure hope so."

The next morning, as she was walking to class, she encountered Charity in the hallway.

"Good morning," she said, briskly eyeing Misty.

"Same," said Misty curtly. Suddenly, Charity's eyes widened and she dropped her bag.

"There he is!" she screamed, pointing behind Misty. "It's the ghost!" Misty's heart stopped as she twisted around, eyes wide.

"It's the ghost!"

Hahahaha! Done! I think I know what's going to happen next, but please give me any ideas and I'll take them into consideration 'cause the last ones I got made up this whole chapter! Gawsh, my fingers are tired. I sat down and wrote this whole thing! Please review!

~ Kasagi Onaso