Such a beautiful day. Not too warm, not too cold. Misty strolls down
a road with Togepi still asleep in her arms. She had left Cerulean City
about an hour or two ago, and has been walking the whole time. She's kept
her eyes on the horizon, waiting for a turret or roof to pop up over one of
the hills. Her destination was unknown, but her purpose wasn't. To find
Kyle's soul…no matter what the body. Her legs were on automatic, for her
mind wasn't concentrating on the road ahead. She was thinking of all the
fun times she had with that Pikachu. All the times they laughed and smiled.
Every kiss was full of passion, and not just love. How he teased her with
little static bolts every once in a while as a joke. How he hated to swim,
but she'd entice him into the water, just for some playtime. Even when he
got really mad, he tried with all his might to keep the electricity he
held, inside.
"Wow." Misty simply says as she finally comes across a town.
She goes down the final hill and into the streets. Her stomach rumbles with hunger. It was past lunch time and she knew it. She finally finds a small little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and goes in to sit down. It was actually quite nice inside from the grungy exterior. Peach-colored, vinyl booths and stools at the bar. Green plants as separators between a few booths and people dotted the seats. Waitresses carrying trays of food to the costumers, getting them bills and refills for their drinks. A sign next to a small podium said "Please Seat Yourself". So, Misty walked slowly down an aisle in search for a segregated seat. Togepi's head comes up from its eggshell to see what its trainer was up to. It coos with delight for it knew that food was soon to follow.
"Misty? What are you doing here?"
"Huh?" Misty asks confused.
She turns to see a boy sitting in a booth a few paces back. He had dark, spiked hair and dark skin. He had very thin eyes that were suspicious and warm. He looked to be Korean, or of that descent. He wore brown jeans, an orange t-shirt under a green vest. He had a soda in front of him on the table and a blue backpack sitting on the booth seat next to him.
"Misty?" He says again. "What are you doing here?"
Misty racked her memory for something about this boy. But she was slow.
"Don't be shy. Come here and have a seat." He beckons.
"Hi." Misty finally decides to say as she takes the seat across from him.
"Why do you look so confused? It's like you don't remember me." He laughs.
"I do. I'm just a little surprised to see you here, Brock." She finally remembers his name.
"Well, this is the best place for food. Plus, I live in this town, or don't you remember that either." Brock teases.
"I do, I do!" Misty moans, starting to get a little annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Mist. No intension to tease." Brock smiles. "Why are you here, by the way? I thought you were going back to Cerulean City."
"I did." Misty replies. "I just had to come back here. I'm looking for someone."
Brock sighs dolefully. "May I ask who?"
Misty swallows. "To tell you the truth, Brock. I don't know who I'm looking for. What I do know…is that I need to find him."
"That is very, uh, interesting." Brock says. He then squints harder at her appearance. She could feel herself blushing the whole time he examined her. "Misty."
"Yes?"
"What happened to your neck?" Brock puts his hands on his own, motioning towards her cuts.
"Oh…that." Misty feels them herself. Togepi rolls across the table. "It's nothing to be worried about. I just had a run-in with a thorn bush."
"Those big of cuts from a thorn bush?" Brock asked with a scrunched up nose.
"Uh yeah. I kinda feel in a tripped into it, you see…"
"Misty. What really happened." Brock cuts in.
"I don't think it would be wise to tell you. For if I did, I would feel a great sense of regret. And I bet you would too." Misty finally replies after thinking it through. I did sound a little crazy, but she had to say something to get him off the topic of those self-inflicted slits.
"Well, any rate…what brings you here to Pewter City again?" Brock asks once more.
"Like I said. To find him. And since this place is of Pewter, I'll have to search through stone to do so. I don't care the obstacles. Right now I feel I can break through any stone…to get to Kyle."
"Kyle??"
"Sorry, wrong name." Misty lips spit out quickly. Oh no, the name has slipped. Oh well. "That was just his name in my dream."
"So you know you're looking for a Kyle." Brock points out.
"Yes, and no." Misty replies. "Yes for his soul and no for his body."
"May I take your order, Miss?" A waitress comes up just in time. For Misty no longer wanted to talk on the subject.
"BLT and a Sprite please." Misty says.
Brock fell silent after that and Misty was quite grateful. After about five or ten minutes, the waitress brought Misty her lunch and set it down on the table along with her own bill. Misty ate happily and continued to chit-chat with Brock. The word Kyle or the question who Misty was looking for, or why she was here, didn't come up again. They just ate and talked about their families and how life as been since they last saw each other. Misty finally takes the last bite of her sandwich, the last sip of her drink, and sets down some money to pay for her bill…as well as a tip. She stands up to leave and takes Togepi.
"Thanks for the company, Brock. I'll see you around, I guess." Misty says and heads towards the door.
"Misty, wait." Brock stops her.
"Yes?" She turns around.
"Do you need a place to stay for a while?" Brock asks.
"I dunno." Misty replies.
"Well, if you ever need a bed or a shower, you know where to stop by. My place is always open to you." Brock smiles.
"Thank you Brock." Misty nods. "That is much appreciated."
"How about you stay for tonight. I might be able to help you in your search." Brock suggests.
"Okay." Misty said. "That would be nice."
"Whenever you find the time, just stop by the Pewter City Gym." Said Brock.
"Will do." Misty solutes and walks out the Café door.
"Wow." Misty simply says as she finally comes across a town.
She goes down the final hill and into the streets. Her stomach rumbles with hunger. It was past lunch time and she knew it. She finally finds a small little hole-in-the-wall restaurant and goes in to sit down. It was actually quite nice inside from the grungy exterior. Peach-colored, vinyl booths and stools at the bar. Green plants as separators between a few booths and people dotted the seats. Waitresses carrying trays of food to the costumers, getting them bills and refills for their drinks. A sign next to a small podium said "Please Seat Yourself". So, Misty walked slowly down an aisle in search for a segregated seat. Togepi's head comes up from its eggshell to see what its trainer was up to. It coos with delight for it knew that food was soon to follow.
"Misty? What are you doing here?"
"Huh?" Misty asks confused.
She turns to see a boy sitting in a booth a few paces back. He had dark, spiked hair and dark skin. He had very thin eyes that were suspicious and warm. He looked to be Korean, or of that descent. He wore brown jeans, an orange t-shirt under a green vest. He had a soda in front of him on the table and a blue backpack sitting on the booth seat next to him.
"Misty?" He says again. "What are you doing here?"
Misty racked her memory for something about this boy. But she was slow.
"Don't be shy. Come here and have a seat." He beckons.
"Hi." Misty finally decides to say as she takes the seat across from him.
"Why do you look so confused? It's like you don't remember me." He laughs.
"I do. I'm just a little surprised to see you here, Brock." She finally remembers his name.
"Well, this is the best place for food. Plus, I live in this town, or don't you remember that either." Brock teases.
"I do, I do!" Misty moans, starting to get a little annoyed.
"I'm sorry, Mist. No intension to tease." Brock smiles. "Why are you here, by the way? I thought you were going back to Cerulean City."
"I did." Misty replies. "I just had to come back here. I'm looking for someone."
Brock sighs dolefully. "May I ask who?"
Misty swallows. "To tell you the truth, Brock. I don't know who I'm looking for. What I do know…is that I need to find him."
"That is very, uh, interesting." Brock says. He then squints harder at her appearance. She could feel herself blushing the whole time he examined her. "Misty."
"Yes?"
"What happened to your neck?" Brock puts his hands on his own, motioning towards her cuts.
"Oh…that." Misty feels them herself. Togepi rolls across the table. "It's nothing to be worried about. I just had a run-in with a thorn bush."
"Those big of cuts from a thorn bush?" Brock asked with a scrunched up nose.
"Uh yeah. I kinda feel in a tripped into it, you see…"
"Misty. What really happened." Brock cuts in.
"I don't think it would be wise to tell you. For if I did, I would feel a great sense of regret. And I bet you would too." Misty finally replies after thinking it through. I did sound a little crazy, but she had to say something to get him off the topic of those self-inflicted slits.
"Well, any rate…what brings you here to Pewter City again?" Brock asks once more.
"Like I said. To find him. And since this place is of Pewter, I'll have to search through stone to do so. I don't care the obstacles. Right now I feel I can break through any stone…to get to Kyle."
"Kyle??"
"Sorry, wrong name." Misty lips spit out quickly. Oh no, the name has slipped. Oh well. "That was just his name in my dream."
"So you know you're looking for a Kyle." Brock points out.
"Yes, and no." Misty replies. "Yes for his soul and no for his body."
"May I take your order, Miss?" A waitress comes up just in time. For Misty no longer wanted to talk on the subject.
"BLT and a Sprite please." Misty says.
Brock fell silent after that and Misty was quite grateful. After about five or ten minutes, the waitress brought Misty her lunch and set it down on the table along with her own bill. Misty ate happily and continued to chit-chat with Brock. The word Kyle or the question who Misty was looking for, or why she was here, didn't come up again. They just ate and talked about their families and how life as been since they last saw each other. Misty finally takes the last bite of her sandwich, the last sip of her drink, and sets down some money to pay for her bill…as well as a tip. She stands up to leave and takes Togepi.
"Thanks for the company, Brock. I'll see you around, I guess." Misty says and heads towards the door.
"Misty, wait." Brock stops her.
"Yes?" She turns around.
"Do you need a place to stay for a while?" Brock asks.
"I dunno." Misty replies.
"Well, if you ever need a bed or a shower, you know where to stop by. My place is always open to you." Brock smiles.
"Thank you Brock." Misty nods. "That is much appreciated."
"How about you stay for tonight. I might be able to help you in your search." Brock suggests.
"Okay." Misty said. "That would be nice."
"Whenever you find the time, just stop by the Pewter City Gym." Said Brock.
"Will do." Misty solutes and walks out the Café door.