Misty had had enough. She was tired of it all. So, Misty had carefully
planned her leaving. She was tired of the battles, cheering Ash on,
camping, beating Team Rocket, meeting new friends and new pokémon. Heck,
she was even tired of Brock's cooking.
So, she planned it out for weeks. She wrote the note beforehand, knowing that if she tried saying goodbye, she would be a mess. She marked the date in her head. She couldn't go through that day in a bittersweet mood, or the guys would become suspicious. So, memorizing the day, she made sure to be extra nice to everyone.
She complimented Brock on anything and everything, was extra nice to Ash (which was rather suspicious in its own right) and didn't get in a single fight with him (also suspicious); she petted all the pokémon, especially Pikachu. Lastly, she did something that was very nice and out of character. She stopped Ash from electrocuting Team Rocket again by grabbing his arm. He complied and Team Rocket thanked her.
She went to sleep that night early, preparing for the early wakeup. She awoke at 4:30, rolled up her sleeping bag, made sure not to wake Togepi, and sealed her letter with a kiss. She set it right under Ash's palm carefully. She then prepared to leave and stole a glance at the two boys that she had traveled with for a long time, especially Ash. She would miss them, yes, but she had to do this. She walked briskly and soon approached Cherrygrove City.
Meanwhile, about 2 hours and 30 minutes later, Ash and Brock rolled out of bed. Ash looked over to where Misty would have usually been. She wasn't there. He was puzzled and called out to Brock to see if she was helping him cook. Brock yelled a no and it was then when Ash finally spotted the letter.
It was on creamy white paper, which had been slightly dirtied, because it had previously been resting on the earth beneath Ash's palm. There was a pink kiss mark across the middle of the front. Inside of the lipstick had been written neatly in black ink, To My Guys. Since when had they become "her" guys?
"BROCK! There's something you should see here!" Ash called; panic beginning to fill his voice.
He jumped out of his sleeping back and Brock came running, holding a pot. Ash didn't know why he was so worried. Little did he know that the smart side and the dense side of his brain were duking it out in his head.
"What is it?" Brock clamored.
"It's a letter from Misty," Ash replied, somewhat nervous.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Brock asked, annoyed.
"Right," Ash said, making sure to not tear the envelope.
He removed and unfolded the letter inside. His eyes lightly skimmed over it and his jaw dropped.
Dear Ash, Brock, and Pikachu,
I'm tired. I know running away is childish, and you would call me a chicken, but I have to do this. Don't try and find me. Don't make calls or put up posters. Just do what you do everyday. You won't be able to catch me anyways. I'm going far, far away and way, way afar.
Contrary to your beliefs, I do not want to start my own journey. I just want to settle down. Stop traveling. You most likely will never see me again in your life. Looking for water pokémon trainers won't help. Doing anything at all will not help.
Ash, here's some advice. For one thing, stop Brock from getting his heart stomped on again. Take good care of your pokémon, and little Togepi. When it gets older, tell it that I loved it and wanted it to be happy. I want to start anew and I won't drag it along with me. I know someday you'll be a pokémon master and I'll always be there, cheering you on. Though I may only watch from time to time on the television in the pokémon center by my new home, wherever that may be.
Brock, don't come on too strong. Girls don't like that, though a little flattery won't hurt. There is a girl out there for you, and I hope she'll find you sooner than later. I know that you'll make it big in the breeding world someday, and don't be afraid to take the big leap and start your own business. You could seriously make a fortune with those food recipes of yours.
I wish you the best always. I'll probably miss you guys terribly, but I'll deal. The reason I'm not saying this in person is because I would be way too emotional and we'd all be a bunch of sobbing wrecks. Tell Team Rocket that I'll miss them too, and even though they tried to steal our pokémon, I still look on them as friends. By the time you read this, I'll be long gone, so don't waste weeks trying to find me. I don't want to be found.
~ All my love,
Misty
Ash read the letter to Brock, who nodded, before a few tears fell. Ash felt his own eyes getting a little misty, but he blinked back the tears and a determined look crossed his face. It looked like he brushed off the sadness for now and he got up.
"Pikachu! Can you track Misty's scent?" Ash called, to the still unknowing Pikachu.
"Pika pika!" Pikachu said cheerfully.
"How can you be so cheerful?" Brock asked, hurt, worried and confused.
Ash threw him a winning smile over his shoulder. He then released Noctowl and ordered it to guard the campsite. Ash started running north, to Cherrygrove City, with Pikachu leading the way. Brock reluctantly followed along, confused.
"We're going to find her, that's why, Brock," Ash replied smiling.
Brock sighed. The kid just didn't get it. But Brock went along with Ash's zany plan anyways. He had a bad feeling, however, that this was not going to turn out good. So, he hiked with Ash to Cherrygrove, legs cramping from the sudden speed walking and running that was going on.
Pikachu had tracked her scent to a flowerbed. Misty knew how to cover her tracks well. She had slipped into a highly pollinated area, letting the pollen coat her like a second skin. Ash frowned, but merely asked Pikachu to track the scent of pollen.
Pikachu lead the party to a river in the nearby woods. Misty had come through, washed off herself and her clothes and had left, all before they arrived. So, unless she had gone backwards, she was probably around Violet City. Ash and co. crossed the river and moved on to the familiar city.
Misty, however was not in Violet. She was not in Cherrygrove. She wasn't in New Bark Town. She was at Route 46, trying to go up to Blackthorn.
So, she planned it out for weeks. She wrote the note beforehand, knowing that if she tried saying goodbye, she would be a mess. She marked the date in her head. She couldn't go through that day in a bittersweet mood, or the guys would become suspicious. So, memorizing the day, she made sure to be extra nice to everyone.
She complimented Brock on anything and everything, was extra nice to Ash (which was rather suspicious in its own right) and didn't get in a single fight with him (also suspicious); she petted all the pokémon, especially Pikachu. Lastly, she did something that was very nice and out of character. She stopped Ash from electrocuting Team Rocket again by grabbing his arm. He complied and Team Rocket thanked her.
She went to sleep that night early, preparing for the early wakeup. She awoke at 4:30, rolled up her sleeping bag, made sure not to wake Togepi, and sealed her letter with a kiss. She set it right under Ash's palm carefully. She then prepared to leave and stole a glance at the two boys that she had traveled with for a long time, especially Ash. She would miss them, yes, but she had to do this. She walked briskly and soon approached Cherrygrove City.
Meanwhile, about 2 hours and 30 minutes later, Ash and Brock rolled out of bed. Ash looked over to where Misty would have usually been. She wasn't there. He was puzzled and called out to Brock to see if she was helping him cook. Brock yelled a no and it was then when Ash finally spotted the letter.
It was on creamy white paper, which had been slightly dirtied, because it had previously been resting on the earth beneath Ash's palm. There was a pink kiss mark across the middle of the front. Inside of the lipstick had been written neatly in black ink, To My Guys. Since when had they become "her" guys?
"BROCK! There's something you should see here!" Ash called; panic beginning to fill his voice.
He jumped out of his sleeping back and Brock came running, holding a pot. Ash didn't know why he was so worried. Little did he know that the smart side and the dense side of his brain were duking it out in his head.
"What is it?" Brock clamored.
"It's a letter from Misty," Ash replied, somewhat nervous.
"Well, aren't you going to open it?" Brock asked, annoyed.
"Right," Ash said, making sure to not tear the envelope.
He removed and unfolded the letter inside. His eyes lightly skimmed over it and his jaw dropped.
Dear Ash, Brock, and Pikachu,
I'm tired. I know running away is childish, and you would call me a chicken, but I have to do this. Don't try and find me. Don't make calls or put up posters. Just do what you do everyday. You won't be able to catch me anyways. I'm going far, far away and way, way afar.
Contrary to your beliefs, I do not want to start my own journey. I just want to settle down. Stop traveling. You most likely will never see me again in your life. Looking for water pokémon trainers won't help. Doing anything at all will not help.
Ash, here's some advice. For one thing, stop Brock from getting his heart stomped on again. Take good care of your pokémon, and little Togepi. When it gets older, tell it that I loved it and wanted it to be happy. I want to start anew and I won't drag it along with me. I know someday you'll be a pokémon master and I'll always be there, cheering you on. Though I may only watch from time to time on the television in the pokémon center by my new home, wherever that may be.
Brock, don't come on too strong. Girls don't like that, though a little flattery won't hurt. There is a girl out there for you, and I hope she'll find you sooner than later. I know that you'll make it big in the breeding world someday, and don't be afraid to take the big leap and start your own business. You could seriously make a fortune with those food recipes of yours.
I wish you the best always. I'll probably miss you guys terribly, but I'll deal. The reason I'm not saying this in person is because I would be way too emotional and we'd all be a bunch of sobbing wrecks. Tell Team Rocket that I'll miss them too, and even though they tried to steal our pokémon, I still look on them as friends. By the time you read this, I'll be long gone, so don't waste weeks trying to find me. I don't want to be found.
~ All my love,
Misty
Ash read the letter to Brock, who nodded, before a few tears fell. Ash felt his own eyes getting a little misty, but he blinked back the tears and a determined look crossed his face. It looked like he brushed off the sadness for now and he got up.
"Pikachu! Can you track Misty's scent?" Ash called, to the still unknowing Pikachu.
"Pika pika!" Pikachu said cheerfully.
"How can you be so cheerful?" Brock asked, hurt, worried and confused.
Ash threw him a winning smile over his shoulder. He then released Noctowl and ordered it to guard the campsite. Ash started running north, to Cherrygrove City, with Pikachu leading the way. Brock reluctantly followed along, confused.
"We're going to find her, that's why, Brock," Ash replied smiling.
Brock sighed. The kid just didn't get it. But Brock went along with Ash's zany plan anyways. He had a bad feeling, however, that this was not going to turn out good. So, he hiked with Ash to Cherrygrove, legs cramping from the sudden speed walking and running that was going on.
Pikachu had tracked her scent to a flowerbed. Misty knew how to cover her tracks well. She had slipped into a highly pollinated area, letting the pollen coat her like a second skin. Ash frowned, but merely asked Pikachu to track the scent of pollen.
Pikachu lead the party to a river in the nearby woods. Misty had come through, washed off herself and her clothes and had left, all before they arrived. So, unless she had gone backwards, she was probably around Violet City. Ash and co. crossed the river and moved on to the familiar city.
Misty, however was not in Violet. She was not in Cherrygrove. She wasn't in New Bark Town. She was at Route 46, trying to go up to Blackthorn.