Oki, I have kind of re-done this chapter since my computer has been fixed
and I felt like, I gotta fix this handcuffs thing.
Anyway, since I've deleted the first "version" of the second chapter, the reviews were deleted as well. If you wanna re-review the chapter go right ahead ^^ or if you rather not that's just fine too.
Well, here it is.
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* El weheyo, everyone! ^_^
Right now, I'm in el tricko situation.
I couldn't find anything to eat (I've been looking through out the entire kitchen several times) and finally I decided to eat an apple.
My guinea pig heard me and began to squeal so now we're sharing this delicious apple.
Anyway, le chaptero two is here and I'm just gonna go back to the kitchen and see if I can find anything breakfast-y =P.
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Chapter 2 – What happens when you do Brock a favour?
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Ok, I left you right when I had got to the part where I'm at the train station. I see all these people get off the train and walk off in their own direction as I'm trying to get Misty in view.
I walk on my toes and try to see through the crowd and then there's this person who bumps into me and almost falls over.
It's a she apparently.
She seems rather, um, how should I put it?
You know those people who fight for everyone's rights, are usually vegetarians and believe in pretty much every spiritual related thing?
Well, that's how the girl I bumped into looked like.
She was wearing a poncho, with different charms hanging around her neck and a little wooden bag where books were sticking out.
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Girl: I'm sorry, mister. I didn't see you.
Ash: There's nothing to apologize for, miss. I wasn't paying that much attention either.
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In that very moment, I died.
She looked up at me and that meant that I got to see her face.
This girl was no one less than Misty.
She had probably gone from the gymleader of Cerulean City to head manager for Green Peace.
I guess she must've recognized me too since her eyes got wide and a smile spread over her face while looking into my more shocked and "what-the..."- expression.
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Misty: Ash! What are you doing here? Are you going somewhere?
Ash: Eh, um, well, I heard you were coming so I decided to check on you.
Misty: Aw, thanks! I have actually no idea what I'm doing here. My inner kami told me to come here.
Ash: Your what?
Misty: My inner kami, Ash.
Ash: Ermh, so, um, shall we go to the car?
Misty: Car? Um, gomen nasai, Ash, but I won't get into a car as long as I live and breathe.
Ash: What? Gomen – what's that suppose to mean?
Misty (laughs): Ah, sumimasen, I forgot. I said I'm sorry.
Ash: Why?
Misty: I won't get into the car. I rather walk.
Ash: Your hotel is here nearby?
Misty: Iie. I don't sleep in hotels either.
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You think it's getting weird?
In that case you have seen nothing yet. In less than ten minutes, I learned that Misty did, practically do nothing anymore.
She completely refused to get into the car, I had to go and get Pikachu at the daycare center and it would get worse.
Believe me.
So, considering that I didn't have time to argue. I asked her if she wanted to accompany me to the day-care, which, thank God, only was a couple of minutes from the train station. Misty accepted and so she followed me to the day-care.
I left Tracey's Mercedes at the train station.
Do you understand the degree of how dead I'll be if I don't get back with the car before seven?
Another weird thing was that I gave up the fight so easy.
Misty didn't want to get into the car, ok, so let's walk then. It was like she was ordering me around but yet not.
Am I making any sense? I mean, I know what's about to happen so just the thought of re-experience this, puts my brain in "high risk for stroke"- file.
If we forward all the tiny details here, let's see, we went and picked Pikachu up from the day-care, we walked back home to my place (I asked her to stay at my place, don't ask and if you drag up Misty-is-Ash's-girlfriend- thing up again, I'll personally kick your ass), I had to call Brock and beg him to go and get Tracey's car and leave it back to him. Two hours later, we were finally home.
Mission four accomplished; let's get to next level of Inferno.
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Misty: So this is where you live now?
Ash: Yep. Um, Misty, did you leave your bags back in the train?
Misty (pointing at her bag hanging down her shoulder): Iie, this is all I've got with me.
Pikachu : (Pikapi, why is Pikachupi acting so strange?)
Ash: I dunno, Pikachu. Maybe someone hit her with something on her head?
Misty: No one has hit me. I have found a very good way to live without caring about unimportant things. It's a lifestyle where you can just be.
Ash: I think she must've fall from some building.
Misty (sighs): Ash, look around. Do you really need all these things? Does it make you happy?
Ash: Yes, they do. (pointing at the television and the computer) Especially these two machines right here.
Misty: So you are a materialist?
Ash (confused): What's that got to do with my belongings?
Misty: Ugh, never mind.
Ash (dropping down to the couch): Can you believe it's been five years since we saw each other? So, tell me. What have you been up to lately? What's up with this spiritual thing?
Misty (sitting down next to him): Well, I trained with Lorelei for two and a half year and through that I discovered so many deep facts. I learned to just be and take things as they came. I became a better person.
Ash (nodding slowly): And your sisters didn't fall into coma when seeing your new outfit?
Misty: I hope that you are not stating here that I don't look good in this.
Ash: Would it matter?
Misty: Ok, sure, I'm into spiritual stuff now but that doesn't mean that I look like crap.
Ash: I never said that you looked like crap, just a bit un-you, if you get my point.
Misty: No, I'm not getting your point. Why don't you just say that you think I look ugly? Just spit it out.
Ash: I didn't mean that.
Misty: Then tell me what you meant.
Ash: All I asked was if you sisters fell into a coma.
Misty: Meaning that I look like crap.
Ash: No! I didn't mean that.
Misty: You must have since you can't say what you meant other wards.
Ash: It was just a simple question.
Misty: It was an insult in disguise.
Ash: You know what? Believe what you want, I just asked an innocent question and I get into trouble. It's just not my day today.
Misty: I dunno what reaction you can expect when you insult somebody just because they don't walk around in the latest fashion stated by Valentino.
Ash: It wasn't an insult!
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Do you understand my frustration?
Do I even have to say that it will get worse?
It will get worse!
The doorbell rang. I guess most of you will go like, "Ok, so the doorbell rang. What's so bad about that?"
The doorbell never rings unless I've ordered a pizza or if it's season for Pokémon Battling.
I guess that by that time, I was expecting my auditor to come by and tell me that I had more taxes to pay.
But God had other plans for me. I think that he was planning on sending me straight down to hell.
Or burn me alive, I dunno.
It was Brock who had made his way down to my apartment.
Only my man, God, knows why things go the way they go and I, as a simple human should not question the superior powers.
But I do.
Why, God?!
What did I do?
Have I let you down?!
After this evening, I and God didn't get along at all. I had blood in my eye when I thought of God.
Fact is that, from that evening on, I would pray to Jesus and to his mother.
I could do nothing but to let Brock in and pray to Jesus that he would give me a hand and some serious sympathy and help out a bit.
I followed Brock into the living room and I just waited for the bomb to drop.
I knew with my entire being that he would so comment Misty's new everything.
Her principals, dressing, opinions, you name it.
What can I say but, things happen for a reason. Let's pray (some more) to Jesus that I'll get a good reason for this.
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Brock (entering the living room and seeing Misty sit on the couch): Oh my dear good maker, love for God, his son and the holy spirit-
Ash (hissing): Shut up.
Misty (happily): Hi, Brock!
Brock (to Ash): Is this your wi-
Ash: Shut. Up. Brock.
Misty: Ash, what is it with you? Why do you have to be so impolite all the time?
Brock: Yeah, Ash. Stop being so impolite.
Ash (to Brock): I'll bite your head off if you open your mouth.
Misty (to Brock): What has happened to him?
Brock: If I knew. I think it's the job and the pressure that comes with it.
Misty: Ash has a job?
Brock: You haven't heard? Mr. Big Shot here is one of the world's leading Pokémon Masters.
Misty: Really?! Wow! Ash why didn't you tell me?
Ash: Oh, should I have told you somewhere in the middle of trying to regain my breath or during your halfsix o'clock meditation while walking down the motorway?!
Brock: You know, he's stuck behind a desk now, fixing papers and stuff.
Misty: I thought he only battled.
Brock: Not on off-seasons.
Misty: Isn't it kind of boring to just sit with a bunch of papers?
Ash (sarcastically): No, it's real fun. That's why I'm so happy and it's also the reason to why I'm sucking up to everyone so bloody much! – Brock! Why are you here? Don't you usually have 'things to do' at this time of day?
Brock (playing hurt): Night, my friend. And yes I have, but to check on my friends I put it on hold. But I see that my sacrifice isn't appreciated here.
Ash (tiredly): Stop mucking me, dammit.
Brock: Anyway, another reason to why I came here is because I need an opinion. (pulls out silvery handcuffs).
Ash (sighs in frustration): Please, let that not be what I think it is.
Brock: Don't be so sensitive.
Misty: Do you work as a cop?
Brock (laughs softly): No, not really.
Ash (disgusted): Shut up.
Brock: Ey', it ain't my fault that you haven't put yourself back onto the market yet.
Ash: And here we go again.
Brock: Don't worry. I'm not gonna drag up the fact that you are too intimidated by real relationships and that you should go to counselling. I just have to tell you guys what treasure this is. It is said to have come to the most unknown parts of Kanto through some missioners from Johto. They met up with a witch and there was this dude who fell inlove with the princess of the tribe. He wanted to marry her really bad and he made these handcuffs of the finest material he could find. Later, he asked the witch to put a spell on these, which she did. The dude wanted to stay with her forever and in order to do so; he had to make her fall inlove with him. When she did, the handcuffs fell off and they lived happily ever after.
Misty: That's a really beautiful story.
Ash: I swear he got that from one of his movies.
Misty (ignoring Ash): But didn't that cost you a fortune?
Brock: Naa, I can afford it.
Ash: I can't believe this. I work 24-7 and I'm lucky if I can pay my rent!
Brock: That's because you don't save money. If you put some of the money you make during the high-seasons, then you would have no money-problem. You'd have el dinero everywhere, pal.
Ash (to Misty): Tell your friend here to get off my back, please.
Brock: That is the real story, believe it if you want. My question to you is, could you watch it for me? Please?
Ash: Yeah, sure. Put it on the table, I'll take care of it.
Brock: Be careful! (Teasingly) And don't play with it.
Ash: Shut up.
Misty: Your mom would've died in heart attacks long time ago if she heard how you use your language.
Ash: Why do you think I live in Viridian?
Brock: Well, I gotta split. I have very important things to do, if ya know what I mean.
Ash&Misty: Bye!
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Heh, handcuffs with a spell over it?
What's this world coming to?
I can bet that he bought them on sale at the xxx-store around the block for less than ten minutes ago.
I had to go to work early the next day to get the piles of papers fixed before the vice president came down to my office.
Misty wanted to hear how I finally had come so close to my goal and if it had been hard, what kind of people I had met, what places I had seen and what Brock meant with "that it wasn't his fault that I hadn't put myself back onto the market".
It's a long story.
Really.
I don't think that none of you have time to read through that kind of crap, so I'll do you a favour and skip that chapter of my life.
When I had finished my entire story, we decided to see if there was anything good going on in the TV-world.
We ended up watching "Gone With The Wind" and it didn't take long before I dozed off. I don't know if Misty fell asleep right after me or if she finished watching the movie, but I do know that when we woke up, we'd be in such a deep shit.
To give you a clue, I left the handcuffs on the table right in front of the couch and Pikachu don't usually go asleep 'til the clock is around three in the morning.
And things can get boring when you have nothing to do.
This was so not my day.
No day in the coming month would be my day at all. I guess I must've done some really horrible things in my past life.
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Pikachu (shaking Ash): (Pikapi, you must go up now.)
Ash (yawning): Let me be, Pikachu.
Pikachu: (I want to go to the day-care centre, Pikapi. Chuchu is waiting for me.)
Ash: Is that a new boyfriend of yours?
Pikachu (blushing): (Pikapi! I don't have a boyfriend.)
Ash (grinning): Sure, you don't. How much is the time?
Pikachu: (I dunno, Pikapi. But I've been asleep for a very long time.)
Ash (shaking Misty): Hey, Mist', wake up.
Misty (yawning): What time is it?
Ash (on his way up from the couch): I don – what the...(falls back down onto the couch)
Misty: I think you have got stuck with your watch or something on my sleeve.
Ash (pulling up his arm): Maybe.
Misty (looking down onto the silvery metal around her wrist): What's this?
Ash: It's the handcuffs.
Misty: What?
Ash (awkwardly): You didn't, ermh, play with them, right?
Misty: I fell asleep before you did.
Ash (tiredly): Pikachu...
Pikachu (innocently): (Yes, Pikapi?)
Ash (sighing): Never mind, it's too early to bother.
Misty: Brock have the keys, right?
Ash: I hope so. We'll have to go to the Indigo Office Building like this and hope that Brock brought the keys.
Pikachu (giggling while running toward the front door): (Hurry up, Pikapi!)
Misty: You're not going by car, are you?
Ash: Naa, I don't have a car. We'll go by bus.
Misty: Ash, I don't go by bus either.
Ash: We can't walk all the way to the day-care centre and then walk all the way back to the Indigo office building!
Misty: Don't you have a bicycle?
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There are times when I hate honesty.
Especially my honesty, since it's there I can't ignore it and so I have to tell the truth.
We went by bike all the way to the day-care centre and back.
It was kinda hard to steer having a hand pulled back so we were close to drive into something somewhat hard every other turn.
One thing that happened that morning and that I was quite thankful for, was that Misty seemed somewhat more 'normal' and don't get me wrong.
I mean normal as in 'not drawing to much attention to oneself'-normal, not as in "lost-in-the-crowd"-normal.
When we finally reached the office building (me all worn-out from the up hills on the way there), we had to, in order to find Brock, go all the way up to the tenth floor where the main reception was and where they had all the information of the people who had checked in.
And they say that we're going forward in the technology.
Misty didn't seem specially effected by the fact that we were stuck to eachother because of silvery handcuffs.
At all.
She seemed rather tired, as if this had happened before.
Spooky thought.
That couldn't be right?
I mean, c'mon, we're talking Misty here.
Wonder if she has a boyfriend?
Or what if she's married?!
I found myself trying to look at her wedding-finger in order to find anything similar to a wedding-ring or in her case, maybe a tattoo picturing her husbands name across her hand.
Disturbing.
But what can I do? I'm controlled by compulsory actions.
My therapist told me.
I go there when I know no one knows.
You heard Brock, right?
He told me that I should get some counselling and I, um, kinda agreed. To myself that is, there is no way on this planet that I would ever admit to him that he was right.
Not now anyway.
That would be like throwing flowers at Gary when he was The Smartass #1.
Jesus, where has people's lives gone?!?!
We had like, what? Twenty pair of eyes on us as we went out of the elevator (which of course had to be empty when we walked out!) and they weren't exactly looking in admiration for my hard work to come to where I am today.
They were staring right at the handcuffs, which were barely visible and when they got kind of this mental scenario in their heads, they looked at me with a "shame-on-you"-look as they shook their heads.
After walking through two departments, an aisle based on the glare from half the staff of the Indigo Plateau, the reception was finally visible.
But it didn't end there.
Just a couple of steps from the goal came the toughest and most evil monster on the entire level.
I guess I have to tell you what Brock meant with me not having put myself 'back' onto the market now.
Two weeks ago, my only "real" relationship ended and it just so happens that the girl I was dating worked on that very floor.
In the department of "Events of the Pokémon Contests".
She's also a competitor in those contests and – ok, so it was May!
There, I said it.
And the reason to why it didn't work out; I wanted to keep the relationship as a secret.
No one knew 'officially'.
The press speculated, Brock kept interrogating me and Tracey kept asking me if there was anything I'd like to share, but I denied.
So, after two month's dating, May began to get a little bit impatient.
She wanted to tell everyone about our relationship, she wanted to introduce me (again) to her parents, she wanted a press-conference where we indirectly told the whole world what was going on, putting it short and sweet; she wanted to have a "free and honest" relationship.
I think May used Brock as a relationship-counsellor.
Ever since we broke up, Brock has made me watch Dr. Phil whenever he can sacrifice an hour's non-watching-the-Playboy-channel and telling me that I am intimidated by 'real' relationships.
So, how do you think she will react when I come into 'her' floor, with Misty chained to me with handcuffs, out of an empty elevator, half dead after that bicycle ride, right in front of the entire league-staff?
Personally, I think I'm pretty much dead.
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*giggles* iih, my little baby burped! (My guinea pig, that is)
Me and my baby Misty (yep, that's my baby's name) hope you liked this chapter.
On s'arrete! ^^
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P:S El reviewo el pleaso ^^ D:S
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Finally! It's fixed! And I feel so free! Well, as I said way up there, re- review if you want ^^.
The third chapter is under le construction and will be "out" tomorrow maybe...ciao!
Anyway, since I've deleted the first "version" of the second chapter, the reviews were deleted as well. If you wanna re-review the chapter go right ahead ^^ or if you rather not that's just fine too.
Well, here it is.
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Right now, I'm in el tricko situation.
I couldn't find anything to eat (I've been looking through out the entire kitchen several times) and finally I decided to eat an apple.
My guinea pig heard me and began to squeal so now we're sharing this delicious apple.
Anyway, le chaptero two is here and I'm just gonna go back to the kitchen and see if I can find anything breakfast-y =P.
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Chapter 2 – What happens when you do Brock a favour?
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Ok, I left you right when I had got to the part where I'm at the train station. I see all these people get off the train and walk off in their own direction as I'm trying to get Misty in view.
I walk on my toes and try to see through the crowd and then there's this person who bumps into me and almost falls over.
It's a she apparently.
She seems rather, um, how should I put it?
You know those people who fight for everyone's rights, are usually vegetarians and believe in pretty much every spiritual related thing?
Well, that's how the girl I bumped into looked like.
She was wearing a poncho, with different charms hanging around her neck and a little wooden bag where books were sticking out.
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Girl: I'm sorry, mister. I didn't see you.
Ash: There's nothing to apologize for, miss. I wasn't paying that much attention either.
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In that very moment, I died.
She looked up at me and that meant that I got to see her face.
This girl was no one less than Misty.
She had probably gone from the gymleader of Cerulean City to head manager for Green Peace.
I guess she must've recognized me too since her eyes got wide and a smile spread over her face while looking into my more shocked and "what-the..."- expression.
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Misty: Ash! What are you doing here? Are you going somewhere?
Ash: Eh, um, well, I heard you were coming so I decided to check on you.
Misty: Aw, thanks! I have actually no idea what I'm doing here. My inner kami told me to come here.
Ash: Your what?
Misty: My inner kami, Ash.
Ash: Ermh, so, um, shall we go to the car?
Misty: Car? Um, gomen nasai, Ash, but I won't get into a car as long as I live and breathe.
Ash: What? Gomen – what's that suppose to mean?
Misty (laughs): Ah, sumimasen, I forgot. I said I'm sorry.
Ash: Why?
Misty: I won't get into the car. I rather walk.
Ash: Your hotel is here nearby?
Misty: Iie. I don't sleep in hotels either.
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You think it's getting weird?
In that case you have seen nothing yet. In less than ten minutes, I learned that Misty did, practically do nothing anymore.
She completely refused to get into the car, I had to go and get Pikachu at the daycare center and it would get worse.
Believe me.
So, considering that I didn't have time to argue. I asked her if she wanted to accompany me to the day-care, which, thank God, only was a couple of minutes from the train station. Misty accepted and so she followed me to the day-care.
I left Tracey's Mercedes at the train station.
Do you understand the degree of how dead I'll be if I don't get back with the car before seven?
Another weird thing was that I gave up the fight so easy.
Misty didn't want to get into the car, ok, so let's walk then. It was like she was ordering me around but yet not.
Am I making any sense? I mean, I know what's about to happen so just the thought of re-experience this, puts my brain in "high risk for stroke"- file.
If we forward all the tiny details here, let's see, we went and picked Pikachu up from the day-care, we walked back home to my place (I asked her to stay at my place, don't ask and if you drag up Misty-is-Ash's-girlfriend- thing up again, I'll personally kick your ass), I had to call Brock and beg him to go and get Tracey's car and leave it back to him. Two hours later, we were finally home.
Mission four accomplished; let's get to next level of Inferno.
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Misty: So this is where you live now?
Ash: Yep. Um, Misty, did you leave your bags back in the train?
Misty (pointing at her bag hanging down her shoulder): Iie, this is all I've got with me.
Pikachu : (Pikapi, why is Pikachupi acting so strange?)
Ash: I dunno, Pikachu. Maybe someone hit her with something on her head?
Misty: No one has hit me. I have found a very good way to live without caring about unimportant things. It's a lifestyle where you can just be.
Ash: I think she must've fall from some building.
Misty (sighs): Ash, look around. Do you really need all these things? Does it make you happy?
Ash: Yes, they do. (pointing at the television and the computer) Especially these two machines right here.
Misty: So you are a materialist?
Ash (confused): What's that got to do with my belongings?
Misty: Ugh, never mind.
Ash (dropping down to the couch): Can you believe it's been five years since we saw each other? So, tell me. What have you been up to lately? What's up with this spiritual thing?
Misty (sitting down next to him): Well, I trained with Lorelei for two and a half year and through that I discovered so many deep facts. I learned to just be and take things as they came. I became a better person.
Ash (nodding slowly): And your sisters didn't fall into coma when seeing your new outfit?
Misty: I hope that you are not stating here that I don't look good in this.
Ash: Would it matter?
Misty: Ok, sure, I'm into spiritual stuff now but that doesn't mean that I look like crap.
Ash: I never said that you looked like crap, just a bit un-you, if you get my point.
Misty: No, I'm not getting your point. Why don't you just say that you think I look ugly? Just spit it out.
Ash: I didn't mean that.
Misty: Then tell me what you meant.
Ash: All I asked was if you sisters fell into a coma.
Misty: Meaning that I look like crap.
Ash: No! I didn't mean that.
Misty: You must have since you can't say what you meant other wards.
Ash: It was just a simple question.
Misty: It was an insult in disguise.
Ash: You know what? Believe what you want, I just asked an innocent question and I get into trouble. It's just not my day today.
Misty: I dunno what reaction you can expect when you insult somebody just because they don't walk around in the latest fashion stated by Valentino.
Ash: It wasn't an insult!
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Do you understand my frustration?
Do I even have to say that it will get worse?
It will get worse!
The doorbell rang. I guess most of you will go like, "Ok, so the doorbell rang. What's so bad about that?"
The doorbell never rings unless I've ordered a pizza or if it's season for Pokémon Battling.
I guess that by that time, I was expecting my auditor to come by and tell me that I had more taxes to pay.
But God had other plans for me. I think that he was planning on sending me straight down to hell.
Or burn me alive, I dunno.
It was Brock who had made his way down to my apartment.
Only my man, God, knows why things go the way they go and I, as a simple human should not question the superior powers.
But I do.
Why, God?!
What did I do?
Have I let you down?!
After this evening, I and God didn't get along at all. I had blood in my eye when I thought of God.
Fact is that, from that evening on, I would pray to Jesus and to his mother.
I could do nothing but to let Brock in and pray to Jesus that he would give me a hand and some serious sympathy and help out a bit.
I followed Brock into the living room and I just waited for the bomb to drop.
I knew with my entire being that he would so comment Misty's new everything.
Her principals, dressing, opinions, you name it.
What can I say but, things happen for a reason. Let's pray (some more) to Jesus that I'll get a good reason for this.
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Brock (entering the living room and seeing Misty sit on the couch): Oh my dear good maker, love for God, his son and the holy spirit-
Ash (hissing): Shut up.
Misty (happily): Hi, Brock!
Brock (to Ash): Is this your wi-
Ash: Shut. Up. Brock.
Misty: Ash, what is it with you? Why do you have to be so impolite all the time?
Brock: Yeah, Ash. Stop being so impolite.
Ash (to Brock): I'll bite your head off if you open your mouth.
Misty (to Brock): What has happened to him?
Brock: If I knew. I think it's the job and the pressure that comes with it.
Misty: Ash has a job?
Brock: You haven't heard? Mr. Big Shot here is one of the world's leading Pokémon Masters.
Misty: Really?! Wow! Ash why didn't you tell me?
Ash: Oh, should I have told you somewhere in the middle of trying to regain my breath or during your halfsix o'clock meditation while walking down the motorway?!
Brock: You know, he's stuck behind a desk now, fixing papers and stuff.
Misty: I thought he only battled.
Brock: Not on off-seasons.
Misty: Isn't it kind of boring to just sit with a bunch of papers?
Ash (sarcastically): No, it's real fun. That's why I'm so happy and it's also the reason to why I'm sucking up to everyone so bloody much! – Brock! Why are you here? Don't you usually have 'things to do' at this time of day?
Brock (playing hurt): Night, my friend. And yes I have, but to check on my friends I put it on hold. But I see that my sacrifice isn't appreciated here.
Ash (tiredly): Stop mucking me, dammit.
Brock: Anyway, another reason to why I came here is because I need an opinion. (pulls out silvery handcuffs).
Ash (sighs in frustration): Please, let that not be what I think it is.
Brock: Don't be so sensitive.
Misty: Do you work as a cop?
Brock (laughs softly): No, not really.
Ash (disgusted): Shut up.
Brock: Ey', it ain't my fault that you haven't put yourself back onto the market yet.
Ash: And here we go again.
Brock: Don't worry. I'm not gonna drag up the fact that you are too intimidated by real relationships and that you should go to counselling. I just have to tell you guys what treasure this is. It is said to have come to the most unknown parts of Kanto through some missioners from Johto. They met up with a witch and there was this dude who fell inlove with the princess of the tribe. He wanted to marry her really bad and he made these handcuffs of the finest material he could find. Later, he asked the witch to put a spell on these, which she did. The dude wanted to stay with her forever and in order to do so; he had to make her fall inlove with him. When she did, the handcuffs fell off and they lived happily ever after.
Misty: That's a really beautiful story.
Ash: I swear he got that from one of his movies.
Misty (ignoring Ash): But didn't that cost you a fortune?
Brock: Naa, I can afford it.
Ash: I can't believe this. I work 24-7 and I'm lucky if I can pay my rent!
Brock: That's because you don't save money. If you put some of the money you make during the high-seasons, then you would have no money-problem. You'd have el dinero everywhere, pal.
Ash (to Misty): Tell your friend here to get off my back, please.
Brock: That is the real story, believe it if you want. My question to you is, could you watch it for me? Please?
Ash: Yeah, sure. Put it on the table, I'll take care of it.
Brock: Be careful! (Teasingly) And don't play with it.
Ash: Shut up.
Misty: Your mom would've died in heart attacks long time ago if she heard how you use your language.
Ash: Why do you think I live in Viridian?
Brock: Well, I gotta split. I have very important things to do, if ya know what I mean.
Ash&Misty: Bye!
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Heh, handcuffs with a spell over it?
What's this world coming to?
I can bet that he bought them on sale at the xxx-store around the block for less than ten minutes ago.
I had to go to work early the next day to get the piles of papers fixed before the vice president came down to my office.
Misty wanted to hear how I finally had come so close to my goal and if it had been hard, what kind of people I had met, what places I had seen and what Brock meant with "that it wasn't his fault that I hadn't put myself back onto the market".
It's a long story.
Really.
I don't think that none of you have time to read through that kind of crap, so I'll do you a favour and skip that chapter of my life.
When I had finished my entire story, we decided to see if there was anything good going on in the TV-world.
We ended up watching "Gone With The Wind" and it didn't take long before I dozed off. I don't know if Misty fell asleep right after me or if she finished watching the movie, but I do know that when we woke up, we'd be in such a deep shit.
To give you a clue, I left the handcuffs on the table right in front of the couch and Pikachu don't usually go asleep 'til the clock is around three in the morning.
And things can get boring when you have nothing to do.
This was so not my day.
No day in the coming month would be my day at all. I guess I must've done some really horrible things in my past life.
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Pikachu (shaking Ash): (Pikapi, you must go up now.)
Ash (yawning): Let me be, Pikachu.
Pikachu: (I want to go to the day-care centre, Pikapi. Chuchu is waiting for me.)
Ash: Is that a new boyfriend of yours?
Pikachu (blushing): (Pikapi! I don't have a boyfriend.)
Ash (grinning): Sure, you don't. How much is the time?
Pikachu: (I dunno, Pikapi. But I've been asleep for a very long time.)
Ash (shaking Misty): Hey, Mist', wake up.
Misty (yawning): What time is it?
Ash (on his way up from the couch): I don – what the...(falls back down onto the couch)
Misty: I think you have got stuck with your watch or something on my sleeve.
Ash (pulling up his arm): Maybe.
Misty (looking down onto the silvery metal around her wrist): What's this?
Ash: It's the handcuffs.
Misty: What?
Ash (awkwardly): You didn't, ermh, play with them, right?
Misty: I fell asleep before you did.
Ash (tiredly): Pikachu...
Pikachu (innocently): (Yes, Pikapi?)
Ash (sighing): Never mind, it's too early to bother.
Misty: Brock have the keys, right?
Ash: I hope so. We'll have to go to the Indigo Office Building like this and hope that Brock brought the keys.
Pikachu (giggling while running toward the front door): (Hurry up, Pikapi!)
Misty: You're not going by car, are you?
Ash: Naa, I don't have a car. We'll go by bus.
Misty: Ash, I don't go by bus either.
Ash: We can't walk all the way to the day-care centre and then walk all the way back to the Indigo office building!
Misty: Don't you have a bicycle?
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There are times when I hate honesty.
Especially my honesty, since it's there I can't ignore it and so I have to tell the truth.
We went by bike all the way to the day-care centre and back.
It was kinda hard to steer having a hand pulled back so we were close to drive into something somewhat hard every other turn.
One thing that happened that morning and that I was quite thankful for, was that Misty seemed somewhat more 'normal' and don't get me wrong.
I mean normal as in 'not drawing to much attention to oneself'-normal, not as in "lost-in-the-crowd"-normal.
When we finally reached the office building (me all worn-out from the up hills on the way there), we had to, in order to find Brock, go all the way up to the tenth floor where the main reception was and where they had all the information of the people who had checked in.
And they say that we're going forward in the technology.
Misty didn't seem specially effected by the fact that we were stuck to eachother because of silvery handcuffs.
At all.
She seemed rather tired, as if this had happened before.
Spooky thought.
That couldn't be right?
I mean, c'mon, we're talking Misty here.
Wonder if she has a boyfriend?
Or what if she's married?!
I found myself trying to look at her wedding-finger in order to find anything similar to a wedding-ring or in her case, maybe a tattoo picturing her husbands name across her hand.
Disturbing.
But what can I do? I'm controlled by compulsory actions.
My therapist told me.
I go there when I know no one knows.
You heard Brock, right?
He told me that I should get some counselling and I, um, kinda agreed. To myself that is, there is no way on this planet that I would ever admit to him that he was right.
Not now anyway.
That would be like throwing flowers at Gary when he was The Smartass #1.
Jesus, where has people's lives gone?!?!
We had like, what? Twenty pair of eyes on us as we went out of the elevator (which of course had to be empty when we walked out!) and they weren't exactly looking in admiration for my hard work to come to where I am today.
They were staring right at the handcuffs, which were barely visible and when they got kind of this mental scenario in their heads, they looked at me with a "shame-on-you"-look as they shook their heads.
After walking through two departments, an aisle based on the glare from half the staff of the Indigo Plateau, the reception was finally visible.
But it didn't end there.
Just a couple of steps from the goal came the toughest and most evil monster on the entire level.
I guess I have to tell you what Brock meant with me not having put myself 'back' onto the market now.
Two weeks ago, my only "real" relationship ended and it just so happens that the girl I was dating worked on that very floor.
In the department of "Events of the Pokémon Contests".
She's also a competitor in those contests and – ok, so it was May!
There, I said it.
And the reason to why it didn't work out; I wanted to keep the relationship as a secret.
No one knew 'officially'.
The press speculated, Brock kept interrogating me and Tracey kept asking me if there was anything I'd like to share, but I denied.
So, after two month's dating, May began to get a little bit impatient.
She wanted to tell everyone about our relationship, she wanted to introduce me (again) to her parents, she wanted a press-conference where we indirectly told the whole world what was going on, putting it short and sweet; she wanted to have a "free and honest" relationship.
I think May used Brock as a relationship-counsellor.
Ever since we broke up, Brock has made me watch Dr. Phil whenever he can sacrifice an hour's non-watching-the-Playboy-channel and telling me that I am intimidated by 'real' relationships.
So, how do you think she will react when I come into 'her' floor, with Misty chained to me with handcuffs, out of an empty elevator, half dead after that bicycle ride, right in front of the entire league-staff?
Personally, I think I'm pretty much dead.
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*giggles* iih, my little baby burped! (My guinea pig, that is)
Me and my baby Misty (yep, that's my baby's name) hope you liked this chapter.
On s'arrete! ^^
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Nikki
P:S El reviewo el pleaso ^^ D:S
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Finally! It's fixed! And I feel so free! Well, as I said way up there, re- review if you want ^^.
The third chapter is under le construction and will be "out" tomorrow maybe...ciao!
