Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon, wish I did cos I probably wouldn't have aired anything after the orange islands and had a series that didn't revolve around the Pokemon.  I mean really, what kind of thing to do is that.

Reasons of the Heart – Can't Help Falling In Love With You

Misty smiled up at the full moon that bathed her face in an almost heavenly glow.

"Perfect," she whispered still looking at the sky which was exactly how she had always pictured.

"What's perfect?" she heard someone ask in her ear as she felt to familiar arms wrap around her waist.

She relaxed into their grasp loving the warmth, familiarity and the security she felt with those arms wrapped around her.  She liked the way that it felt so right.  She felt that if someone were to take all those things away from her, she would be lost forever.

"Everything," she said turning around in his arms to face him.

He looked perfect as ever his hair tossed by the wind, his chocolate brown eyes sparkling with joy and his smile lighting the sky more so than the moon.  He wore a simple silvergray kimono, a colour she had always found to bring out all the features she loved so much.

She looked down at her own soft pink kimono skattered with darker cherry blossoms and embroided with gold suddenly confused by her costume.

She wasn't where she had thought she would be, not even close.  She wasn't in her sisters beautiful, spacious quad surrounded by other couples in the same position.

They were all alone, staring out into the ocean crashing silently against the rocks as though it had purposely done this so as not to ruin the perfection above.  They were alone, in the middle of a dancefloor surrounded by fairylights while early snow scattered delicately around them.  They were at maidens peak, their peak.

He stroked her face, lifting it towards his.

"it seemed the best setting," he whispered before planting a gentle kiss on her lips.

"it is," she said glad that her voice hadn't failed her after the simple earth shaking kiss he had bestowed upon her.  "its . . ."

"Perfect," he finished for her kissing he again.

She nodded dumbly not trusting herself or voice to be able to control itself.  She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as she tried to steady herself and stop her legs from turning to jelly.

"How do I ever say no to you?" she asked as he kissed her again turning her entire body to jelly and sending her heart into an accelerated frenzy.

"And I thought I was the one being put under a trance," he replied sending her his cute lopsided grin which made her want to melt into his arms.  "All you have to do is look at me and I'm under a spell that you seem totally unaware of casting."

"I wish I could make it all last forever," she sighed leaning into his chest as the danced to the soft tune traveling across the winds.

"Don't wish," he said next to her ear kissing her cheek before he continued, "wishes don't always come true.  Just know that it will last forever."

"I know," she whispered back.

Wise man say

Only fools rush in

But I can't help

Falling in love

With you

Shall I stay

Would it be a sin

If I can't help

Falling in love

With you

As a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole heart too

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

('Can't Help Falling in Love' by Elvis Presley)

BEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!!!!

misty opened her eyes regretably sad to find that her dream had ended far too soon, as they always did.

'Damn alarm clock,' she thought glaring the blasted contraption as it continued to sound much to the aggravation of anyone in a twenty meter radius.

"Misty," she heard Melody groan through the wall.  "Could you turn that damn thing off before I have to come in there and do it myself."

"Sorry," Misty said quietly.  She'd been so busy glaring at the thing for waking her from one of her most precious dreams to flick the switch and end the constant beeping.

She had to coax herself out of bed this morning, she'd rather be anywhere than in class with Mr. Jordan and the dream only made it that much harder.  There wasn't anywhere she would rather be than up on Maidens Peak with Ash's arms wrapped tightly around her waist as they had in her dream.

Actually it didn't really matter where she was, just as long as she was with Ash she would be happy.  Those with Ash had always been her happiest and there was no doubt in her mind that they always would.

Too bad she couldn't just stay there a little bit longer just recalling the perfection of the dream, enjoying the pictures that played in her mind and putting her own finishing touches that consciousness allowed her to add to the story.

Now away from the inviting warmth of her comfy bed and the comforting softness of her pillow she found it easier to make her brain and muscles function and work through her regular morning ruotine.

"How wrong is it to have a class at eight thirty in the morning," she mused aloud as she pulled her things together still wiping the last ounces of sleep from her eyes.

She looked down at her wrist watch. Seven thirty.  She had more than enough time to grab a coffee from the café before heading to class.

She slung her bag of books over her shoulders and headed out the door without seeing anyone beside herself awake.  But then what did she expect, it was early Monday morning, half of them had probably wouldn't even get up before twelve whether they had classes or not.

She locked the door as she shut it and looked up at the place that had been her home away from home for almost a year. It was surprisingly tame look for the old victorian house that it was.  The inside was probably the scarey bit as it was inticately decorated with antiques of the same era and old portraits of previous members and the societies founders.

Many would probably be too scared to step past the parlor but to her and many of her housemates it was beautiful.

She smiled as she took a glance in the direction of the fraternity which they had been linked to at the beginning.  The direction she presumed Ash to be in and the opposite one to where she had to go.

She let out a regretful sigh as she headed towards her destination.

"Café Americano," she said as she reached the counter and placed her order of a coffee and a danish.  (A/N: has nobody ever heard of regular coffee?)

She grabbed her food and sat down to eat.  She thought about all the events of the past year, of the five before that and basically any part of her life that involved Ash even minorly.

She just sat there for a long moment engrossed in her thoughts until she was pulled back to consciousness by a familiar voice calling her name.  A voice that she could never forget even if she wanted to.

Sorry to interrupt but I get the feeling that nobody reads the bit at the end.  See I have this other AAMRN, which I don't think is halfbad but very few people have read it.  So to try and "encourage" reader participation, the person who gets that story to twenty five reviews will receive an early, limited edition version of chapter thirty, cry.

Now on with the story

"Myst?" he asked again.

"Sorry," she replied.  "I guess I'm not quite awake yet."

"I'm surprised your even up this early," he said settling down in the chair opposite her.  "I remember when you wouldn't dare get up before nine."

"People change," she said with a smile and a shrug.

"so you finally realised that you don't need your beauty sleep nearly as much as you thought," he teased his chuckle easily becoming awkward as he realised the depth of his words.

It was only meant to be a joke about their younger days when she would yell at him if he tried to wake her, or accidently woke her even a second before nine because she needed her beauty sleep, but somehow without even realising it had taken on this deeper meaning.

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean, mister?" Misty asked a slight giggle heard in her false annoyed tone.

"Nothing Misty," he said waving his hands in front of his face for protection.

"good," she said raising her head triuphantly.

"some things never change though," he teased sighing and shaking his head disapprovingly.

Misty stuck out her tongue in a childish manner and smiled to herself as she raised the coffee to her mouth.

It was strange the difference a year could make.  Last year 'people change' would have been said filled with malice or followed by a sad sigh as if reliving a bad memory, but now it was almost a joke, just part of casual conversation and she preferred it this way.

"So where are you heading?" Misty asked as they both headed out the door after they had finished.

"nowhere actually," he replied.  "I was thinking that maybe I could walk you to class."

"sometimes I don't think I'll ever understand you," Misty sighed looking at him with confusion.

"you will eventually," he told her, "and at that moment of enlightantment it will make milk spurt out of your nose or whatever drink you happen to be drinking at the time.  So, is that a yes or a no to letting me walk you to class?"

"Well only cos you asked so nicely," she said sarcastically.

"ok then," he said.  "Mi lady may I please have the absoulute pleasure of escorting you to class?" he asked holding out his arm to her.

"Much better," she said loading him with her bag full of psyche books.

"that wasn't what I had planned but sure," he said flipping the bag over his shoulder and keeping in step with her.

"thanks for that, my shoulders were really killing me," she said flashing him a grateful smile that only made him too ready to help.

"You should have told me Myst," he smiled, "I could have given you one of my infamous massages."

"And risk getting hurt worse?" she asked disbelievingly.  "I don't think so.  Anyway, be careful with that bag its got my laptop in it."

"That would explain why its so damn heavy."

Misty shrugged.  "C'mon Ash I'm sure you've carried heavier," she said.

"Like what?"

"like me for istance."

"Well I wasn't going to say anything, but now that you mention it," he teased trailing off and giving her an innocent look.

She wacked him over the shoulder playfully before running away from him.  "Remember to be careful with my bag," she yelled over her shoulder.

He sighed as he began to run after her.  "Why is that every time I offer to walk her home or something we always end up in some kind of chase?" he asked himself as he started to catch up to Misty.

He immeadiately tackled her to the ground as he caught her, gently holding her in place.

Misty shivered with pleasure as she felt his warm breath against her face and his heart beating through his shirt.

They were so very close and it seemed getting closer.  She gave in to the inconrollable urge to close her eyes and wet her lips and felt herself yearning for the kiss that she was almost certain would come.

'Only a few more seconds,' she thought to herself as she felt the space between them almost disolve at his touch.

Three . . .

Two . . .

One . . .

~ to be continued ~

Oh, aren't I just cruel?  Ok guys please review I'm going to try and get the next chapter up in less than a month but I really can't promise much seeing as I'm still having problems with writers block.  You know if I don't finish this story before Febary I'll have been writing it for a whole year, well not including the time before I posted it which would then mean that I've been writing it for two by now but I don't think that counts.

While I remember I want to thank stoko981 (by the way thanks for being the only one who actually answered my question even though I can't actually use any of them cause the chances of a nobody little girl controlling them is pretty slim, their one of a kind and their kind of on Ash's side anyway) for the idea on this even though it was for a different story.  Also you should all read Nine Fatal Months which is a brill AAMR.

Please tell me what the strongest pokemon is and don't say togepei because she's on his side so I can't really have that and I think there's only one togepei anyway.