Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon.
This song is the last out of about ten different songs that this chapter was previously named for so you all better appreciate the fact that I had to redo the song like twenty times because I couldn't choose. I also realise that most of you will recognise it as Elton John but Blue just did a remake and I like them better so I considerate it theirs.
Reasons of the Heart – Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word
The Alpha Gamma household was in a state of complete and utter chaos.
Girls rushed from room to room, slamming doors and fighting for one of the ten bathrooms in the place. Make up brushes were held at dangerous angles as eyeliners and tweezers became the essential tools of self-inflicted torture.
Stress levels were high and stiletto heals even higher, but all this of course was understandable. The equinox ball was merely hours away and half of them hadn't even started on their makeup.
Misty had locked herself in her room, finding it her solitude away from the chaos. She just sat there on her bed, still in her pyjamas, just staring at the intricately made dress that hung by her dresser as she had the flowers.
She ignored the sense of de ja vu she got as she remembered that she had been in the very same position no less than three weeks ago, staring aimlessly at an inanimate object waiting for it to disappear along with her troubles.
The dress was gorgeous; it was made from indigo satin covered by a layer of white organza which gave it a shimmering effect as the light shone down upon it. She had a pair of violet wings attached to the back and a veil made of the same organza on her head connected to a halo of flowers.
Roses had been embroidered into one corner of the dress. It was a simple, elegant, form fitting spaghetti strap dress with a split up one side to her knee. It also had matching shoes and gloves.
Melody was the sort of person who paid extreme attention to detail and left nothing to chance. Misty got the feeling that Melody had been planning their costumes long before they had even announced the dances theme and the fact they would be wearing costumes.
But Misty didn't care about Melody's obsessive-compulsive indications; right now she had more important things on her mind. She had no room for anything else in her head right now that would on complicate her train of thought.
"What kind of person would want to go to a dance with a fairy prince?" she asked herself now regretting those very words that she had asked Ash. She stared at her costume, more or less a fairy princess and sighed from frustration.
"Me," she said meekly wishing she had just kept her big mouth shut.
She thought of all the fights she could have avoided, all the tears she wouldn't have shed if it hadn't been for her big, stupid mouth. She thought of the things she wouldn't have said and the ones he wouldn't have been forced to say in reply.
She thought about the fact that if she had been nicer, if she hadn't called him names and so forth, she might be with him today and she wouldn't have lost the most important thing in her life. She wouldn't have spent so many years without; she wouldn't have lost so many tears and years of her life to this unwanted pain and suffering.
But at least now she was getting her life back together. Ash was becoming a part of her life once again, and that was one thing she was thankful for.
'Admit it,' her mind scorned at her, 'you'd still want to go with him if he was Barney the Dinosaur.' [A/N: I don't own Barney, thank god]
She sighed. She knew it was true, she just hated to admit that annoying little voice in her head was right, if she did she wasn't sure if she'd be able to live it down for long.
Again she sighed.
She wondered where the day had gone, where all the joy and excitement she had been filled with this morning had gone in the few hours since she had awoken.
It had all started so perfectly, the birds were singing, the sunrise was that perfect shade of orange that demanded your attention and a light breeze spread the sent of fresh autumn leaves through her room. It had all gone down hill from there.
She could still picture the exact moment when everything had started going wrong.
She had got up to go to the window and watch the sunrise for a few minutes before going through her usual morning routine. It was when she checked her alarm clock that it went so terribly, terribly wrong. Actually, it was what she saw on the alarm clock that sent her into this downward spiral.
September 21st [A/N: sorry this isn't a full moon, at least not where I live but it was the closest Saturday to it. I also realize that it is nowhere near September or even the actual equinox right now but I wanted to make the dance when it was still kind of warm and I had to guess this cause my seasons are opposite].
It was the day that part of her had been dreading since she found out Melody's evil plot. The rest of her had been positively thrilled at the prospect of even having the chance to dance with him.
It was just that damn part of her full of fear that drowned all her feelings of excitement and anticipation in a bittersweet misery.
So much of her was looking forward to the dance, to having her dreams come true. So much of her was anticipating the feeling of Ash's arms around her waist as they danced together in perfect harmony to a romantic slow song that seemed as if it had been sung just for them.
She was reminded of the dream she had recently. The dream she was on maidens peak, just the two of them alone with no one there to ruin the perfection of the two of them together.
Her mind constantly strayed to it, to the moment that he kissed her. It strayed to when she felt his soft breath on her cheek before he whispered softly to her 'don't wish, wishes don't always come true. Just know it will last forever'.
"I know," she whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and tried to take herself back to that place.
It was somewhere away from all the nervousness, and anticipation. Away from the loud sounds drifting through her walls and the tension filling the house.
Away from the fact that she was still repeating those words over and over again in her head.
'Who would want to go to a dance with a Fairy Prince? A Fairy Princess,' she thought to herself. 'Thumbalina. Or maybe even me.'
Suddenly Melody barged in, relieving Misty of her ever-depressing thoughts.
Misty sighed thankful to have them out of her head even if it were only to be for a few moments. It seemed that she couldn't escape them. The thoughts plagued her, scorning at her for being so naïve and stupid, for being so stubborn and sanctimonious, for just being.
"Misty," Melody gasped her eyes wide in shock as she looked over her best friend clad in pale blue pajamas with cute little Starmies on them rather than the dress still hanging on her wardrobe.
Melody being, who she was, unlike Misty, was dressed and ready to go even down to the very last strategically placed star clipped into her long brown hair. Her clothes and make up complimented her dark blue eyes and ivory skin making her look simply angelic.
Melody was dressed as what she liked to call a cherub. It had actually started off, as a Juliet costume but it just seemed so fitting to add wings and a halo. Her wings were far more subdued than Parker's three meter wing span, though the gold band used as a make shift halo made up for that.
The gown was two-piece. The top a pale blue corset with crossover straps at the top embroidered with a shimmery blue thread that caught the light. The skirt was full and flowing edge in gold satin just like the top.
"Why aren't you in your dress?" Melody asked as she eyed Misty suspiciously.
"Um . . ." Misty started as she tried to think up a worthwhile excuse to get her out of this whole mess. "I think I'm sick," she said coughing slightly just to prove her point.
Melody looked her up and down looking for any signs of sickness. "Well you certainly don't look sick," she said as she placed the back of her hand against Misty's forehead. "And you definitely don't feel sick. Though you do sound sick. Sabrina come here," she could suddenly surprising Misty.
"What is it?" Sabrina asked annoyed to be interrupted from her finishing touches to her out fit.
Sabrina looked gorgeous, dressed in a perfect copy of the dress Anastasia wore to the opera in the animated movie. She was fitting a pair of long diamond earrings into her ears as she walked into the room.
"Why is she still in her pajamas?" Sabrina asked as she got a good look a Misty.
"She's sick," Melody explained turning away from Misty so she wouldn't catch her winking a Sabrina.
Misty's eyes shot open with surprise and she held back a victorious smirk that pulled at her lips. She hadn't expected Melody to believe her so easily, but then she definitely wasn't going to be complaining, especially if it meant she wouldn't have to go to the dance.
"What with?" Sabrina asked with a sinister smile that she kept well hidden from Misty as a strange tone came to her voice.
"You know," Melody shrugged, "the usual."
"The usual," Sabrina nodded smiling. "I'll make the phone call, you get her in the dress," she commanded as she left the room locking it from the outside as she went to make that very important phone call.
There was a loud noise from inside which she presume was Melody chasing Misty around the room before pinning her down as she did her hair. Sabrina smiled to herself as she listened carefully to make sure that nothing went wrong.
"Believe me Misty," she could hear Melody say through the door probably more to herself than Misty, "you are going to thank us for this later."
What I got to do to make you love me?
What I got to do to make you care?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
And I wake to find that you're not there
What I got to do to make you want me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you want me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I say when it's all over?
And sorry seems to be the hardest word
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over?
Oh it seems to me
That sorry seems to be the hardest word
What do I do to make you love me?
What I got to do to be heard?
What do I do when lightning strikes me?
What have I got to do?
What have I got to do?
When sorry seems to be the hardest word?
('Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word' Blue)
Ash opened his eyes cautiously waking up for the second time that day.
'Please say it isn't so,' he prayed silently hoping against hope that he wouldn't see the one thing he dreaded more than anything else staring back at him.
His fingers were crossed as he clung to every omen in his mind for good luck. (A/N: people were complaining about the lack of Pokemon so I transferred all my omens into poke land so bear with me) A lucky pika paw was in his right hand (meaning that he was holding onto Pikachu foot which if he didn't let go soon he would probably be shocked), a four leafed Bulbasaur in a pokeball in his left, a white Meowth in his pocket and most importantly, a battered up old red and white official Pokemon league cap on his head.
He reckoned that was more than enough luck to last him a lifetime, but sometimes luck isn't enough. Sometimes all we really need is a miracle.
Ash opened his eyes and fainted . . . again.
Ash was more prepared now. He knew luck wouldn't save him and he knew that there was only one thing he could do about it.
He sat on his bed, staring at the costume hanging on the closet door opposite him.
"It's you or me, bub," he said his eyes darting between the semitransparent royal blue wings and the breecher, knickerbockers things.
He knew he had to make a decision, that he would only be able to get away with one, so he had to decide which would be the most embarrassing. Not an easy decision if you ask me.
Ash took a glance at his watch. He had plenty of time, he hoped.
He looked over his costume again.
It wasn't that it was completely hideous and unwearable or anything, I mean the jacket was pretty cool, and he could handle the buckled shoes and the frilly necktie, maybe even the wings, it was just those damn breechers that were just so . . . euch!
And it just so happened that thanks to a last minute visit to a nearby mall, it was a very easy problem fix. The only problem now was getting Melody to agree with his change.
But right now, that was probably the farthest thing from his mind. It seemed there was only room for one thing in his mind and everything else that was still in there included her in some way.
And so it happened that his thoughts began to drift to the one thing that his mind always drifted to when it had the chance, the first and last thing on his mind.
It was obvious where it had gone by the content smile forming on his lips, he was thinking about Misty.
He thought about the way her eyes would light up when she smiled, and how all the blues and greens would swirl together in her eyes entrancing him and pulling him deeper into his trance. He thought about the way her lips felt against his skin, against his own lips and how beautiful she was whenever she smiled or even when they held no expression.
He thought about the laugh that he loved even when she was laughing at him. It sounded like summer rain, or beautiful finches. It was like some melodic harmony playing just for him.
He thought about all the things he'd missed about her, all the things that he could no longer live without and he hoped that he wouldn't have to ever again.
It's strange the things that you can't live without seem to matter so much to you, and you find yourself depending so much on them for just living each and every day, for just breathing, that you wonder you wonder how you ever seemed to live without them before.
Misty was one of those things. In fact she could quite possibly be the only thing in his life worth that much. She was the reason for everything he did and now he couldn't imagine ever trying to live without her again. She gave his life a meaning he could only try to comprehend and he didn't want to lose her again.
Tonight he would do everything in his power to make sure that he didn't.
He sighed as he began to get changed into his costume. He pulled on the hand made shirt that Melody had made then the royal blue Napoleon like coat over top. He pulled on the cream dress pants and buckled up his shoes.
He then sighed as he pulled on the powder blue wings and the fairy prince crown.
He looked at himself in the mirror trying to see what he wanted Misty to see in him as he stood there.
'Who would want to go to a dance with a fairy prince?' he thought to himself repeating the phrase he had seen heard Misty say so clearly.
"Certainly not Misty," he muttered sadly to himself with a sigh. "But what about a lowly Pokemon Master who's loved her all his life."
With that last thought he headed downstairs crossing his fingers again and making sure he had everything he needed for tonight.
"Ok," he heard Brock say on the phone. "I'll tell him that. I love you."
Ash guessed he was talking to Sabrina; Brock always went all mushy like that when he was talking to her. The fact was that he was almost embarrassed for his friend; if anyone knew about all the nicknames she had for him he would surely be ridiculed for the rest of his life.
Brock turned around to see Ash walking down to where he was.
"What do you think, man?" Brock asked gesturing over himself with his cane. He was wearing a black penguin suit with a top hat to finish it off.
Ash nodded approvingly. "Sabrina will love it," he commented assuring.
Brock smiled. "And Misty will love the fact that your sacrificing your own pride for her," Brock told him. "You know she's always been a sucker for chivalry."
Ash chuckled light feeling the laugh take away a bit of his nervousness but not enough to make him feel calm. "Don't I know it," he replied with a nervous laugh.
"Don't worry," Brock said sensing Ash's nerves and knowing the assurance that he needed to hear right now, "Misty loves you and that's all that matters."
"I hope your right Brock," Ash sighed. "I really do."
"Actually, speaking of Misty," Brock said remember the conversation he had just had with Sabrina. "Misty wants you to meet her before the dance just to check some stuff."
Ash nodded as he began to head to the sorority house.
Melody had finally gotten Misty into her costume. It looked absolutely perfect on her and she and Ash were going to look perfect together.
Misty sighed as she began to walk down the stairs heading to the lounge to watch some TV or something in an effort to calm her growing nerves. Just thinking about dancing with Ash sent shiver of excitement and nervousness down her spine.
She felt her stomach churning around like a washing machine and all this nervousness was making her horribly sick. She wished she could just fast forward everything until it was over and she and Ash were living in the happily ever after or somewhere like that.
She was about halfway down the stairs when she heard a knock at the door.
She looked around and saw that she was the only one there quite shocked to find the usually bustling household to be completely empty.
There was another knock at the door as she realized that she still hadn't moved to answer it. She quickly did so her skirt swishing loudly around her legs.
She gasped as she opened the door and fainted into his waiting arms.
~ to be continued ~
Ok I think it's relatively obvious who's waiting arms she fell into.
The next chapter is the dance which means only four more chapters till the end, oh my gosh that is so sad. What am I supposed to do now?
Please review everyone and I'll try to get the next few chapters up relatively fast.