Reasons of the Heart – Hero
"May I have this dace?" Ash asked. (A/N: this is where the few hallucinogenic come in)
Misty smiled and nodded. He took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor. Everyone was watching stunned by the gracefulness and easiness of their bodies swaying together to the sweet melody in the background. The pale blue silky material of Misty's medieval ball gown brushed against Ash's black tuxedo.
A boy with blue eyes and blonde hair walked up to them. He grabbed Misty's arm possessively and tried to pull her away from Ash. Ash punched him in the nose and put his arm around her protectively. She held onto him tightly as he defended her chivalrously.
"My hero," Misty whispered shyly as the other boy walked away. Then both leaned forward inching closer and closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss.
"I love you Misty," Ash said as the pulled apart.
"And I love you, Ash," she replied leaning her head on his chest.
Misty opened her eyes cautiously stunned by the sudden bright light. She stared at the green wall in front of her with great interest. 'Isn't there supposed to be a window there?' she thought. She didn't know where she was or what she was doing there, but one thing she did know for sure was that she definitely wasn't in her own powder blue room.
Birds chirped happily outside the room pounding in her head. She groaned. She pulled the duvet tightly around her body as she rolled over to see if there was anything to tell her where she was. She saw a framed photograph of her self and just behind that was one of herself and Ash, his arms wrapped around her waist and chin resting on her shoulder
Hangover still in full effect, it didn't quite occur to Misty that only two people had that photograph. She drank the water and took the headache tablets and lay back down while she waited for the room to stop spinning.
"Weird," Misty muttered as she tried to remember last night. She couldn't remember any of the events of last night beyond her eyes locking with Ash's across room just before all those girls walked up to him. The only really clear memory was a feeling of complete and utter peace. It was feeling of content, she felt safe and protected in his arms, but most of all she felt loved.
She sighed sadly. It was the type of feeling described in all of those romantic movies she and Melody loved to watch at least ten times in a row. It was like something from a fairy tale, something she had always just presumed was a myth. It was something people spent their whole lives looking for – many unsuccessful – and Misty couldn't even remember who and for what reason she was feeling this way for.
The headache was starting to lessen, yet still hadn't completely disappeared but at least the room had stopped spinning. She sat up and got out of the comfortable bed she had been lying in. She looked down at the slightly wrinkled clothes she was wearing glad to see that they were only slightly disheveled and the right way round. That meant she hadn't done anything she would regret as soon as she figured out what the hell happened last night.
"That must have been some crazy party," Misty sighed aloud as she stood up. She lost her balance for a second then quickly regained it and left the room heading into the lounge/dinning room.
She scanned the room quickly, her eyes drawn to the figure tossing on the sofa. She guessed that it was his bed she had been sleeping in. She knew just by seeing him there that he was the reason she had felt so fortunate when she woke up that morning. She knew that he had done something last night that she would be eternally grateful for, that he was her knight in shinning amour.
She walked over to where he was sleeping quietly so as not to wake him from what seemed like a restless sleep. She pulled the blanket down gently so she could see his face. Misty gasped and stepped back as she recognized his chiseled features. How could she forget? She couldn't forget anything else about Ash, so why would that be any different?
"Ash," she whispered quietly. She looked at him and sighed. She leant down and kissed his forehead lightly. She didn't want to, but she just couldn't help herself. He had looked so troubled with his burrowed forehead, crinkled eyes and sad smile; all she really wanted to do was cheer him up and that was the only thing she could think of. And it worked, immediately his smile seemed lighter and his face less grim.
"Thank you Ash," she said as she moved away, "I don't know why and I don't know what, but thank you."
She stroked her chilled shoulders trying to warm herself up as she headed to the door and left the apartment. "Bye Ash," she whispered before she shut the door. She almost regretted it as she heard the lock click into place denying her entry whether she wanted to get in or not. "So much for getting over him," she sighed sadly as she walked back to her own room.
Would you dance
if I asked you to dance?
Would you run
and never look back?
Would you cry
if you saw me cry?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you tremble
if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
for the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Would you swear
that you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
Oh, I just want to hold you.
I just want to hold you.
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by your forever.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
I can kiss away the pain.
And I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
You can take my breath away.
I can be your hero.
('Hero' Enrique Iglesias)
Ash held his stance. He glared hard at the being across from him, shrouded in the darkness. Ash knew he what he had to do. He knew that he had to protect her.
It was a battle to death, and he would protect Misty, even if it meant his life. He didn't break his glare even though all he wanted to do right now was find Misty in the crowds around them, but he knew that would be his demise, that he would not be able to fight when he saw the pain and fear in her eyes. She only had to say the word and he would give up everything for her.
That's when you know that you're in love. When you would give up everything, even your life, if it meant they never had to feel pain. Ash knew he would do that for Misty. He loved her so much that all that really mattered in his life these days was her happiness. He would give up all he had just to see her smile, he would walk through fire just to be with her, he would cross ocean just to hold her, he would walk through hell and not think twice. His world could disappear and he wouldn't care as long as she was still there. There's nothing in this world that he wouldn't do for Misty.
Ash held the heavy iron sword in his hands. It felt natural to him, as if it was an extension of his own body. He checked his stance still watching his opponent carefully waiting for his next move.
His opponent ran, charging at his chest. Ash feinted (A/N: this is something I read in a Buffy book so I figured it was a fighting technique so if anyone knows what it means I and I used it in the wrong contex, please tell me) as he blocked the attack. Ash had the advantage being the taller of the two. The two dueled Ash striking minor blows to his opponent.
Then suddenly everything seemed as it was in slow motion. Ash had his opponent against the wall; he had no way out but through Ash and Ash wasn't planning on moving any time soon. Ash raised his sword high and brought it down with the intention of slicing the other sword in two. Ash waited for the sword to break but it didn't. The other smiled evilly just before half of Ash's sword dropped to the ground.
Ash stood stunned unsure of what was happening. The other man took Ash's surprise as his own advantage. He slammed his own sword into Ash's abdomen. Ash gasped and dropped to the ground feeling the deep impact of the sword impaling him. Then everything went dark.
Ash opened his eyes as he heard a gentle voice say his name. He saw Misty bathed in a heavenly glow against the dark, empty arena. She held his head in her hands and kissed his forehead gently. A small smile came to his lips as she moved away.
"Thank you Ash," she whispered looking deeply into his eyes.
"I do it all because I love you," he told her.
She smiled and blinked back tears yet one came free and dropped onto his wound bathing it in the same heavenly glow as it healed. "Thank you," she whispered again.
Ash was awoken immediately by the barely audible click of the lock shifting into place. He was surprised that something so quiet and simple had woken him up compared to the drunken racket Parker would have made as he came in much earlier that morning.
Ash stood up groggily. It made him laugh to think that he was probably the only guest at that party who hadn't got himself a severe hangover. He quickly walked over to his room as Misty flashed through his head. He would just watch her for a few minutes so that he could leave before she woke up.
He stood in the door way prepared to see Misty's delicate body lying peacefully in his bed; he wasn't prepared to find it empty.
'She just left,' he thought sadly. 'No thank you, no good bye, no nothing, but what did I expect?' He sighed sadly looking down at the ground so he wouldn't have to see the empty bed. 'This is Misty I'm talking about, the same girl who wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire, the one who would rather kiss a frog with the small chance it may become a prince than me.'
He walked away from the door dejectedly. A small note lying on the coffee table caught his eye as he walked towards the sofa he had spent the nigh sleeping on. He figured it was just a note from Parker so he went to check it out not expecting anything much.
Ash –
Thank you.
- Myst
Ash could hardly believe what he was seeing. He reread the note several times before it was etched into his memory. It was amazing the difference four little words could make. He walked back to his room placing the note in the top draw of his dresser then flopped down onto his bed.
He breathed in her scent, which still clung gently to the sheets. It was like jasmine or lavender; it was delicate and beautiful just like Misty. He could just lie there forever breathing it in and he wouldn't care what happened. The whole world could fall apart around him and he would still be there just breathing her in.
'Maybe there's still a chance for you and I,' he thought as he fell back to sleep dreaming of Misty.
Misty walked into her own room, happy to see the familiar violet and blue walls with pink trimmings. Melody walked in groggily wearing her favorite teddy bear pajamas.
"Wasn't last night wild?" Melody said immediately putting her hand to her head feeling the impact of her own voice on her stewing hangover.
"I wouldn't know," Misty said.
"Oh I forgot," Melody said. "I bet you probably want to know what happened to you, don't you?" Misty nodded. "I'm probably not the best person to answer because I don't have the whole story."
"It's better than what I've got," Misty shrugged.
"Well, you know Will Fox?" Melody said. Misty nodded. "Yeah well he kind of spiked your drink. I don't just mean vodka, I mean like drugs and stuff too, and I don't mean aspirin. You were totally off your head Misty. No offence."
"What happened next?" Misty asked impatiently ignoring the 'off your head' remark.
"Well, you were dancing with Will when somebody informed . . . well um . . . Ash about what he had done," Melody said watching Misty's reaction carefully, biting her lip nervously as she waited for Misty to explode. 'It must be the hangover,' Melody thought. "Then Ash kind of bet the crap out of Will, which was so cool. I mean it is so totally what that prick deserved after what he was planning to do. Well anyways you kind of passed out in Ash's arms and he carried you out so you could rest." Melody decided it was probably best that Misty didn't know that she had kissed Ash and told him that she loved him. She was surprised Misty had taken what she had told her so calmly.
"I think that explains it," Misty murmured emotionless as she headed to her room.
Will sat across from his girlfriend, Melissa Simmons, at the on campus café stewing in his own anger.
"Cheer up sweetie," Melissa said sounding like the total airhead that she was. "It's not like you broke a nail." Will rolled his eyes as he watched Melissa check her own perfectly manicured nails before relaxing and looking over at him.
"I hate that guy," Will said glaring at the dark-haired, dark eyed boy at the counter. "I wish he would just choke on that muffin and fall over and die."
"I think he's cute," Melissa said starring at Ash adoringly.
Will just ignored the comment as if she hadn't even spoken. That's what he usually did, it wasn't like he was missing out on anything important. If Melissa had even one intelligent thought in that cute – but rather empty – little head of hers he would take it as the first sign of the apocalypse.
"I can't believe him," Will sneered as he watched a group of girls at the next table let out a sad sigh as he left. "He beats me up for some girl he probably doesn't even know and still he comes off as the hero and I look like some sex razed jackass that gets girls wasted so he can sleep with them."
"I still think he's cute," Melissa said. "Anyway, he so obviously has a thing for that chick it's not funny. Any girl would kill to be her."
"What did you say?" Will asked suddenly listening to what she was saying.
"That I think Ash is cute," Melissa said.
"No," Will said, "after that."
"Oh, you mean the fact that Ash has the hots for Misty?" Melissa asked. "I can't believe you didn't see that. I mean it's so obvious. Did you like see the way he was like looking at her? She's way more than a 'friend' to him. And she likes him too. I mean, hello, why else do you think she was upset? Believe me, she wouldn't have taken that drink if her mind weren't so messed up because it's constantly on him. How could you not see that?" she asked totally astonished.
"I don't know," Will shrugged. "Maybe because the last time I checked I was still a guy," Will said sarcastically.
"Funny," Melissa replied snidely. "So why do you care who he likes anyway? I thought you hated his guts."
"True. I would rather be attacked by vultures than listen to you talk about him," Will told her, "but I think we might have just discovered his weakness."
"Does that mean you have a plan?" Melissa asked roused by the idea of mischief and mayhem.
"Of course," he said mysteriously. "Does that mean that I have your undivided attention?"
"Definitely."
~ to be continued ~
I hope you liked that chapter. I know it's not quite as interesting as Ash beating the crap out of Will but it will have to do. Thank you all for reviewing and please keep sending your ideas.