"She hates me!" Ash shouts at Pikachu as he throws himself down on his
guest bed, face down on his pillow.
"Pikachu."
"Don't try to show me any sympathy. You should have seen the hate in her
eyes. It was awful, pure desolation almost. What did I do to her, Pikachu?"
Ash asked.
Pikachu digs in Ash's backpack and pulls out that ripped photo of Ash and
Misty. "Chu!"
"What does that have to do with it? So, I left her. Big deal! Can't she
accept an apology or something? So what if I didn't necessarily say the
word sorry? I wanted to see her again, that should count." Ash said.
"Chaaa." Pikachu sighs.
"This sucks, Pikachu." Ash comes to the conclusion. "All I wanted was to
find Katherine. I thought Misty was her. Maybe I was wrong though."
"Pika!" Pikachu shouts.
"You saying I'm wrong? You think Misty is her as well? Ha, is all I have to
say. Katherine wasn't like that. She was so sweet and benevolent. She never
yelled, cursed, or threw a temper. She loved me." Ash recalls.
"Pikachu, Pika!" Pikachu hops up on Ash's bed and slaps him over the head.
"Ow, what was that for?" Ash rubs the spot where Pikachu struck.
Pikachu hands Ash the piece of photo that mirrored him.
"I have to try and act like myself again?" Ash guessed.
"Chu." Pikachu nodded.
"I thought I was. I mean, didn't seeing me make Misty happy? Seeing her
made me happy. You're saying.the Ash Misty saw wasn't the one she's used to
seeing?"
"Pika!" Pikachu smiled.
"Thanks, Pikachu. I'll try to act more like the true Ash Ketchum. Not the
newly resurrected Ash. But,. how will Misty; if she's Katherine, know it's
me if I don't act like myself?" questioned Ash.
The smile on Pikachu's face straightforwardly said, She'll know.
"Wait for me Misty." Ash thought aloud. "I'll wait for you.just wait for me
so I can be the man you want me to be. Deep down, I know I love you. I'll
try my best to show it in a way that won't frighten you off."
Pikachu giggles.
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"I can't believe that boy!" Misty says in a hoarse scream as she slams the door to her bedroom. "Of all the nerve!" "You okay in there, Misty?" Brock knocked on the door. "Go away!" Misty choked. "Misty, I'm just concerned!" Brock sighs. "I brought up some stone cakes for you." Misty hesitates. "Fine, come on in." Brock enters and places the plate of cookies on the dresser. "I'm surprised you reacted that way, Misty." "Why should you be?" Misty snaps back. "I can't believe that boy for showing his face again. Acting like he forget everything." "Do you remember everything?" "Now that's a stupid question!" Misty bellows. "Misty, I've been keeping quiet for a while now, and I really need to be heard. Seeing you and Ash really scares me." Brock confesses. "What do you mean? It's not like we're the walking dead!" Misty laughs. Brock just scratches his head underhandedly. Misty was taken aback and quickly sits down on her bed. "You don't mean to say." Brock comes over and sits next to her and moves his finger along one of the scars on Misty's neck. "I knew." "Knew what?" "That you.and Ash.had," Brock began. "Just shut up!" Misty stands up instantaneously and puts her hands around her neck. "I was worried about you two. The day Ash had to leave for home, I could see the fear in your eyes. Ash couldn't help it, Misty. His mother was ill." Brock tells the story. "Each of you came up to me in private and warned me to stay away; for you panicked of what you might end up doing. I couldn't help but worry!" Misty's brain was going berserk. All the flashbacks and reminiscences were almost too hard to take. "Misty, this question I must ask and I must have a sincere answer." Brock takes Misty's hands. "Did you go through with it? Did you commit it?" Misty just stares at him bewildered. "The scares don't lie, Misty. How did you survive? How did you come back to life?" Brock asked. "I- ." Misty stammered. "I don't know! It's all a blur." "Tell me!" Brock urged. There came a knock on the door. "Is something wrong in there?" "Pikachu Pi!" "No." Misty's voice shook. "Nothing is wrong." "Okay," Ash sighed from outside. "Just checking. I heard some yelling and was a bit concerned. That's all. And, if you don't mind, Misty, I'd love some of that tea right about now." Misty glares blankly at the door and her hands fall out of Brock's. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Just let me straighten up." "Sure thing." Came Ash's voice. "I'll see you down stairs." "You better go too, Brock." Said Misty. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Brock doesn't reply. He just opens the door and exits, following Ash down to the living room.
Misty stands there alone in her room for a while, astounded by what just took place. Brock knew about her committing suicide. He also said something about Ash too. He was talking about slitting his wrist as well? That means.a sudden beacon of light shown through Misty's heart. There was the smallest chance that Ash was given back his life as well. He could be one of those people. He could be Kyle! Misty laughs to herself as she holds her heart in a fist. Her hand unclenched and she felt her heart drop to the floor. What likelihood was there in Ash Ketchum being her lost true love?
Misty goes over to her dresser and picks up a brush and quickly combs her hair. "I guess I'll have to take the chances." She says to herself. "There may be changes, but it might be worth the wait. I'm waiting for you, Kyle. Wait for me." She opens the door starts her way towards the kitchen to restart the tea.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"I can't believe that boy!" Misty says in a hoarse scream as she slams the door to her bedroom. "Of all the nerve!" "You okay in there, Misty?" Brock knocked on the door. "Go away!" Misty choked. "Misty, I'm just concerned!" Brock sighs. "I brought up some stone cakes for you." Misty hesitates. "Fine, come on in." Brock enters and places the plate of cookies on the dresser. "I'm surprised you reacted that way, Misty." "Why should you be?" Misty snaps back. "I can't believe that boy for showing his face again. Acting like he forget everything." "Do you remember everything?" "Now that's a stupid question!" Misty bellows. "Misty, I've been keeping quiet for a while now, and I really need to be heard. Seeing you and Ash really scares me." Brock confesses. "What do you mean? It's not like we're the walking dead!" Misty laughs. Brock just scratches his head underhandedly. Misty was taken aback and quickly sits down on her bed. "You don't mean to say." Brock comes over and sits next to her and moves his finger along one of the scars on Misty's neck. "I knew." "Knew what?" "That you.and Ash.had," Brock began. "Just shut up!" Misty stands up instantaneously and puts her hands around her neck. "I was worried about you two. The day Ash had to leave for home, I could see the fear in your eyes. Ash couldn't help it, Misty. His mother was ill." Brock tells the story. "Each of you came up to me in private and warned me to stay away; for you panicked of what you might end up doing. I couldn't help but worry!" Misty's brain was going berserk. All the flashbacks and reminiscences were almost too hard to take. "Misty, this question I must ask and I must have a sincere answer." Brock takes Misty's hands. "Did you go through with it? Did you commit it?" Misty just stares at him bewildered. "The scares don't lie, Misty. How did you survive? How did you come back to life?" Brock asked. "I- ." Misty stammered. "I don't know! It's all a blur." "Tell me!" Brock urged. There came a knock on the door. "Is something wrong in there?" "Pikachu Pi!" "No." Misty's voice shook. "Nothing is wrong." "Okay," Ash sighed from outside. "Just checking. I heard some yelling and was a bit concerned. That's all. And, if you don't mind, Misty, I'd love some of that tea right about now." Misty glares blankly at the door and her hands fall out of Brock's. "I'll be down in a few minutes. Just let me straighten up." "Sure thing." Came Ash's voice. "I'll see you down stairs." "You better go too, Brock." Said Misty. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." Brock doesn't reply. He just opens the door and exits, following Ash down to the living room.
Misty stands there alone in her room for a while, astounded by what just took place. Brock knew about her committing suicide. He also said something about Ash too. He was talking about slitting his wrist as well? That means.a sudden beacon of light shown through Misty's heart. There was the smallest chance that Ash was given back his life as well. He could be one of those people. He could be Kyle! Misty laughs to herself as she holds her heart in a fist. Her hand unclenched and she felt her heart drop to the floor. What likelihood was there in Ash Ketchum being her lost true love?
Misty goes over to her dresser and picks up a brush and quickly combs her hair. "I guess I'll have to take the chances." She says to herself. "There may be changes, but it might be worth the wait. I'm waiting for you, Kyle. Wait for me." She opens the door starts her way towards the kitchen to restart the tea.