Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon.
You may notice some similarities between this and the previous chapter, that is not because I'm lazy and basically just rehashed the same chapter but five years into the future it is because I purposely put some similarities in there to show that even if he had called her back in the beginning thus ruining the entire plot of my story things wouldn't have been that much different.
By the way, this chapter is about 200 words longer than the last. I know when you guys said you wanted it longer you probably meant something closer to the 3,000-word mark but the next chapter is pretty damn close to 5,000 if that helps.
Reasons of the Heart – A Million Love Songs Later
'Put your head against my life
What do you hear'
"Misty wait!"
Misty hardened her jaw, blinked away the many tears that flooded her eyes and slowly turned around to face him.
"Look Misty . . ." he started.
'A million words just trying to make
The love song of the year
Close your eyes but don't forget
What you have heard'
"Stop," she said cutting off all attempts to explain the situation. "Let me speak this time."
She took a deep breath and continued. "Ash, you just can't go tell me something like that, something I've wanted you to say for so long and just take it back a second later as if you never meant to say it in the first place. You don't realise what that does to me, that it breaks my heart in two all over again."
He opened his mouth to speak, to explain to her but again she silenced him.
"You think you can just waltz back into my life say 'sorry Myst' and then suddenly after five years everything will be how it used to be, well I'm sorry Ash but you expected far too much of me.
"You can't just come out her smile and say that you love me then expect I'll run into your arms because there's a fifty/fifty chance I'll run as far as I can in the opposite direction, but then," she paused closing her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat and forcing back the tears. "But then there's the same odds that I will run straight into your arms and if I did that I don't think I'd ever be able to let you go. You don't realise how much all of that scares me, that just being near you I loose all control.
"I hate this," she continued quietly her voice becoming strained. "I hate that all you have to do it look at me and my world crumbles away. I hate that every time I see you I feel tears welling behind my eyes and the fact that half the time I don't even know why I'm crying.
"Do you know how it feels when the one person that ever made you cry is the only one that can make the tears go away?" she asked looking Ash directly in the eye and finally letting her tears fall down her face. She didn't even realise she was crying until she felt the moist streaks that trailed from her eyes against her skin.
Ash stood there mustering all the self-control left in him not to reach out and dry the tears that were falling down her fragile face. Not to reach out and comfort her like he always wished that he could.
"I hate knowing that to forgive means to forget, to start anew and that I don't want that. I want our memories to last forever even if it means taking the good with the bad.
"I hate knowing that my life is in your hands at that no matter what I do I have no control over what happens from this point onwards.
"I'm more scared than I have ever been in my entire life, I don't know weather to laugh of to break down and cry," she said letting out a nervous laugh to prove her point. "All you have to do is say three little words and I loose all control of every aspect of my life, every function of my body and ever ounce of common sense or sanity left in my being goes straight out the window."
'A man who's trying to say three words
The words that make me scared'
"I'm terrified Ash," she said quietly just above a whisper the fear eminent in her voice, "and I barely know why. This whole situation scares me beyond comprehension and all I can do is stand here and wait."
'A million love songs later
And here I am trying to tell you
That I care
A million love songs later
And here I am'
"Shh, I understand," he said comfortingly stepping towards her but she backed away as he did dampening his hope.
"No you don't understand," she said sobbing lightly, "Because if you understood Ash you would have stopped trying."
"Is that honestly what you think Misty?" he asked her the look in her eyes answering her question. "God I wanted to stop," he said in frustration. "I wanted to stop needing you so bad that I felt that I couldn't' even breathe without you. I wanted to be able to go a minute, let alone a second without seeing your smiling face flash before my eyes, but I couldn't, you see my heart just wouldn't let me and that's one thing that I'm thankful for.
"Misty, what if I said that I didn't want things to be the way they used to be?" he asked softly. "What if I told you that I'm scared too? That I'm absolutely petrified that you'll runaway from me and that I'll never see you again if you do. That all the time I've known you the one thing I feared the most, more than anything else in my life was that one day I would look into you eyes, and I mean really look into your eyes and see nothing. Nothing but the glare of light."
He took another step towards her and this time she didn't back away. "I'm so afraid that I might regret this for the rest of my life," he told her his voice full of sincerity. "But most of all I'm afraid that if I don't do this right now I'm going to loose you forever and that's a hell of a lot scarier than regret."
He took another step forward, reached out and took both her hands in his own. He lifted her chin so he could look into her cerulean blue eyes. He gently caressed her cheek and wiped away the tears she had cried comfortingly as he looked for the courage he needed to do what he was about to do, what he had longed to do for as long as he could remember.
'Looking to the future now
This is what I see
A million chances pass me by
A million chances to hold you'
"So I think I'll take my chances," he whispered huskily.
Though he had just announced to Misty all his fears and worries it wasn't really until that moment he realised just how scared he was. His hand trembled as he pushed a stray strand of hair from her face; he slid his arm down her back sending shivers of pleasure up her spin until it rested lightly on her waist hoping she would stop him from falling away. His other hand followed the curve of her jaw nestling itself under chin as he lifted her face to meet his.
It was strange, he had kissed Misty before – twice if you included the party – but he had never been as scared as he was now. But then, now that he actually thought about it, he couldn't remember a time in his life when he had ever been this scared.
'That's because you've never had so much to loose,' he told himself. He knew it was true, this was the greatest risk imaginable, nothing would ever compare to this. He'd know exactly that the moment he fell in love with her. He'd know that falling in love was it's own risk and he'd asked himself countless times why it had to be her of all people, his best friend, Misty.
But the answer was always so clear, so obvious that he often wondered why he even bothered asking the question to begin with. The answer was all around him, in the way she smiled, the sound of her angelic laugh, the sparkle in her eyes and the way the emerald and sapphire colours combined so easily to make such a perfect shade of green, the graceful movements of her body, the feeling of warmth as he held her in his arms and most of all the sound of his own name flowing gently off her lips.
All of those things answered his question so easily and clearly but none so much as that very moment as they stood alone just outside the courtyard.
She looked up at him, her beautiful aquamarine eyes shining with hope and tears, her crimson hair resting lightly across her with a halo of flowers illuminated by the stars. The moonlight captured the gentle features of her face only making her look more angelic and beautiful than he had ever imagined possible.
Ash brought her face closer to his, happy to find a lack of resistance.
The kiss had to be perfect; it had to convey all their feelings so complex the he struggled to find words to describe them all (Definition: Lazy authoress too lazy to describe them). This kiss needed to tell her what he felt for her, everything he had kept inside for the last ten years.
Ash closed his eyes.
'A million love songs later
And here I am trying to tell you
That I care'
Butterflies erupted in his stomach trying to break free and making his stomach do flip-flops. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest booming to a constant beat so loud he could hear it in his ears; he wondered how Misty didn't hear it among the silence surrounding them. He felt everything disappear around him and all that was left was Misty and the full moon that hung so perfectly above them.
He inched closer.
'A million love songs later
And here I am'
The didn't realise how close they were, to the point where their bodies pressed against each other and their heart beats could be felt beating in synchronisation with one another's through the thin expanse of clothing stopping bare skin from meeting bare skin. To the point where Ash's lips brushed, no pressed against hers closing in on that last breathe of space between them.
He could already taste her, a taste as sweet as strawberries and cream, as he felt a smile form on his lips feeling her kiss him back. He felt so right, as if there was only one thing that he could always be certain of in life and this was it, this feeling of perfection, which made his heart accelerate excitedly. Her image danced gracefully before his closed eyes and he knew that he had found true happiness.
His fingers lingered in her hair and he savoured the touch of her soft skin against his hand. Now that he finally had her after all these years he didn't want to let her go, he didn't think he could.
Both sighed as they broke apart a mixture of utter content and regret that the kiss they had longed to share for so long had ended too soon.
Ash looked into the dazzling blue green pools of her eyes and from one look he finally he understood what that unreadable emotion in her eyes was and he knew that if he looked hard enough it would be in his own eyes too. He knew that no words were needed, that the kiss had said all it was supposed to say; yet still he searched for the words feeling it needed to be voiced.
He needed to know that if he told her exactly how he felt she wouldn't run away.
"I love you Misty Kasumi Waterflower," he told her just holding her in his arms giving him the courage he needed to go on and not to take the words back. "And I guess I always have and will. I spent the five longest and most torturous years of my life without you just finding out how much I loved you, how much I needed you and I know now I could never live another day without you by my side."
Misty smiled and leaned forward lightly kissing his mouth. This simple gesture stunned him but it didn't even prepare him for the surprise that came next.
"I love you too, Ashton Satoshi Ketchum," she whispered lightly.
Though that was something that filled his heart with joy beyond comparison it wasn't the best part, not even close. The best part was that as he looked into her eyes he could see himself and every emotion he had ever felt for the girl of his dreams before him reflected into his own.
'A million love songs laterAnd here I
Here I am'
~ The End . . . well not really ~
I hope you all liked the 'real' end. Yup, only one more end to go now. So sadly this is the second to last chapter and all that's left is my little epilogue and then it will all be over.
Oh god, I think I have something in my eye.
The song, by the way, is 'A Million Love Songs' by Take That.
Again I'm going to thank all that reviewed seeing as it's slowly becoming a tradition in these last few updates.
Hopeless Romantic
RuRsHeR
Pikagirl23 – I was kind of toying with the idea of writing like a side story for Will and Melissa (I forgot her name too, luckily I have all the old chapters saved where I could find them so I went and looked it up) but I'm kind of lazy so I get the feeling that won't be happening. Actually, to be honest towards the end here I kind of started to forget they existed. Let's just say that Melissa is making herself at home in the state penitentiary and that Will is currently re-learning how to tie his shoes after accidentally taking one of his own cocktail concoctions.
Dancergirl06
Stoko – Damn it I thought I only put two.
Black Mistress
BLu ICee FyRe
KuTiExAzNxAnGeL
Kit Kat
Ashla
Diana
Ash and Misty forever
Maniac Mosli
Ok now that's done it's time for my last two story samples. For those of you who haven't read the other five just check out the last chapters of Valentines Verse: Lost Lyrics and Beyond the Shadows.
Anyway, I have seven Pokemon stories I'm currently working on and like I said in the other two I'd really like opinions on them so I know which one's to make my priority and which one you want me to publish first. I'm going to be taking a break from publishing till September once Reason's is done to make sure what I produce is worthwhile and to try and cut back on those annoyingly long periods I always seem to have between updates.
The Law of Reality
How she hated herself right now. She hated girls like that, who giggled at lame jokes and fluttered their eyelashes as if it was cute or something, they made her want to be sick and now she was one of them. She couldn't believe she was letting herself sink this low and it was all Giselle's fault.
It was Giselle's fault that she probably looked like a retard whose eyes were having muscle spasms and that she was being forced to do such a dreadful task.
"Glad to see you've finally come round to my way of thinking," he said standing up and wrapping an arm around her waist firmly.
She could have sworn for a second that she saw a look of pain flash into one of his friend's eyes as he did this but she tried to brush it off, tried to think about anything but that.
'I hate it when he's like this,' she thought trying to control her self enough not to struggle out of his touch. She felt dirty, as if all his sleaziness was reflected onto her from his touch, as if it were contagious. 'Somebody save me,' she pleaded.
'Like what?' her mind asked about her previous statement trying to provoke her so she would force herself out of his arms. 'Smug?'
God she wished she could be anywhere but here. Or even better, he could be anywhere but here.
'No,' she retorted. 'Breathing.'
She tried to force her mind to think of anything else, anything that would help her to feel not quite so dirty. She felt as though she had suddenly been pulled into a bad Christina Auguilera video and she wanted out.
'Say something,' her mind told her.
But she didn't want to say something, because that would mean that she had closed the deal, that though Giselle had lost this part of their stupid competition, it would mean that he had won and that was something far worse.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes preparing to do the unthinkable, to save her reputation and make sure that Giselle lost.
She opened her eyes and smiled sweetly looking past him and at anything else. Her eyes just happened to catch his friends, the same one she had seen the pain in before but this time all she saw in them was disgust which made her feel dirtier than she already did, which was saying a lot.
She just had to push herself out of his arms, she couldn't stand it anymore, but she tried to make it look flirtatious or something. It was a relief to be away from him.
She winked at him before saying whatever came to her mind.
"It's nice to see you too . . ."
Tainted Destiny
"From what I heard from her big mouth the chances of little Miss. Trampy showing up are about zero to nil," Ayumi replied haughtily turning her back on the two boys.
"Do you make a habit of being wrong Miss. Bitchy, or is it just a natural ability of yours you came across on a whim?" an unseen voice asked mimicking Ayumi's haughty tone.
Ash recognized it immediately and smiled to himself as he waited for her to appear from her hiding place.
"Oh, just look what the cat dragged in," Ayumi muttered spotting her long before anyone else. She tried to look unimpressed by the Hong Kong native but the maroon, gold and white costume that hung around her elegantly sure made it hard.
"Nice to see you again too," Misty replied with a glare. "You know, I'm not that heartless. I'm not going to put all our fates in the hands of three bumbling fools and a soft toy."
"Oh why you little . . ." Pika growled. "If you weren't Clow Reeds descendant I would kick your ass so bad that even your family wouldn't recognize you."
"How'd you know?" Ash asked him, as he didn't remember sharing that detail with his guardian.
"I'd recognize the ceremonial robes of my masters clan anywhere," Pika replied proudly.
Misty just rolled her eyes at them. "What are you going to do to me stuffed animal? Cuddle me to death? I'd sure like to see that."
"Oh just wait till Ash collects all the cards and I'm out of my borrowed form, then you'll really see what I'm capable of little girl," Pika muttered more to himself than Misty.
"That'll be the day you sorry excuse for a digimon," Misty scorned at them. "That moron couldn't catch a cold?"
With that Pika had just about had enough, he lunged at Misty and did the only thing he could. He bit her, hard.
So what do you think? Give me your opinions, idea's, whatever. All will be greatly appreciated.