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Chapter 6: Changing Rooms
When Brock finally returned to the kitchen, Rudy had almost lost patience.
"Brock! Finally!" he yelled, almost bowling him over.
Brock laughed nervously.
"Yeah .. sorry about that .."
"Hey guys! Look, we're going to have to miss lunch today. I've got to go and pick up my wedding dress with Kiana -"
Rudy watched Misty who had suddenly appeared, pacing the room.
"But the food ..."
"Yeah, we'll buy some lunch, sorry dear, see you soon Brock!" she concluded, leaving as suddenly as she had arrived.
- Pika – Pi! -
Ash stared at the blank sheet of paper, pen firmly in hand.
According to Brock, poetry was the way to reach a girl.
Clearing his throat, he touched the pen to paper.
Misty …
Already he was having difficulty.
- Pi – Pikachu! -
"Kiana! What took you so long?" Misty yelled, watching her friend sauntering towards the Gym, her Ninetails at her side.
She smiled wearily.
"Sorry ... I got caught u-"
"Lets go!" Misty commanded, seizing her by the hand and dragging her with her.
"Ninetails ... return!" Kiana gasped.
- Pika – Pi – Pika -
Upon arriving at the Dress Shop Misty stood, beaming through the window where she saw herself instead of the dummy in the beautiful wedding dress on display.
"I think you can go in Misty," Kiana advised flatly, brushing past to enter the shop.
Misty followed Kiana, reluctant to tear herself away from the window.
The shop assistant smiled at the two of them as they entered.
"How may I help you?"
Misty smiled.
"Yes, I've come to pick my dress up, Misty's the name," she spoke.
The lady nodded, smiling.
"Yes, here we are, Misty Waterflower? Here's your dress," she spoke, producing a fairly large box.
Misty grinned.
"Right and the single bridesmaid dress as well, please," she added.
The lady produced yet another box.
"Here we are."
Kiana, smiling briefly, reached for her dress.
"Thank you," they spoke in unison as they both held their boxes firmly, smiles etched on their faces.
The lady smiled.
"Have a nice day, ladies."
- Pika – Pikachu! -
Ash screwed the paper up, throwing it against the wall.
He tugged his hair.
He had to come up with something.. but then again, poetry was not a strong point of his.
When such beauty exists, how can one find the words to describe that that is indescribable?
- Pika – Pi – Pi! -
Misty burst into her room dropping the box onto her bed.
She delved into its contents where she pulled out a shimmering white dress.
Holding it to herself, she admired the rustling of the silk.
"That's pretty!" Kiana interrupted, entering her room.
She nodded.
"How about your dress?"
Kiana showed her the blue silk.
"That's beautiful!"
Kiana smiled slightly.
"You should know, you picked it out," she shrugged.
Misty watched her carefully.
"I've got an idea ..."
Misty took Kiana's dress, swapping it for her own.
"Let's try these things on!"
Kiana beamed, nodding.
"How about you get changed in the spare room I usually use, and I get changed here."
Misty tilted her head slightly.
"Why?"
"So then it would be easier for us to get these on and off and we wouldn't have to come back and forth ... is that okay?"
Misty nodded.
Kiana grinned.
"Okay then ... what are we waiting for?"
- Pi – Pika – Pikachu! -
"Okay Ash, enough hopeless poetry ... it really isn't a strong point of yours," Brock spoke, scrunching up the piece of paper in hand.
Ash stood.
"Look, Brock, I appre-"
"Now, we have to talk image. What can we do ... with you?" Brock spoke, assessing Ash quickly.
"The only problem with you, aside from the clothes, is your hair. It's simply ... ugh."
Ash watched him, self consciously grabbing his head.
"What about it?"
"We have to chop it."
"WHAT?"
"I'm afraid so my friend. Maybe if we were going to a Halloween party your hair could probably pass, but for our situation ... it has to go."
Ash stared at him, eyes wide.
"What are you serious?"
"Indeed."
Grabbing Ash's arm, Brock towed him toward the door.
"Where are we going?" Ash yelled.
"Do you need to ask?"
- Pika – Pikachu! -
Kiana adored the flow of silk as she spun gracefully around Misty's room.
The dress was strapless, where the chest, studded with sequins, glittered in the vermilion light seeping in from the window.
She heard the rustle of the many layers of fabric beneath, brushing the carpet as she moved on silent feet.
Simple, but elegant, Kiana had to hand it to Misty, she knew, always, what was perfect for the occasion.
A slight wind played about at her long black hair, which cascaded over her bare shoulders.
She rarely ever let it down.
Enjoying, once more, the spell the garment had of making her feel beautiful, she paused for a moment.
"I'd better take it off before I ruin it," she spoke.
"No – don't," a voice interrupted.
She froze.
Turning stiffly, she was horrified to find Rudy standing in the doorway.
"Rudy ..."
He smiled.
"I came to find Misty .. but I guess she's not here," he spoke.
Please don't come in here! she pleaded silently.
For some reason, she knew he was going to enter either way, regardless.
"Sorry ... I better go and take this off," Kiana murmured, moving past him.
Brushing his hand, he caught hers, pulling her back.
He bowed before her, kissing the tips of her hand.
"You do look stunning, my lady, you do indeed."
Blushing furiously, she exited hurriedly, wanting to escape.
"That is the last time I ever get changed in that room!" she vowed, kicking herself mentally for being so stupid as to leave the door open.
Frowning, she burst into the spare room she often used when she stayed with Misty.
Closing the door properly and locking it, she stripped the dress of carefully, placing it onto the bed.
Retrieving the spare clothes she always kept in the room (remembering she left her other clothes in Misty's room), she redressed.
It was only when she was about to leave did she realize the problem.
Misty wasn't there.
- Pika – Pika – Pi -
The blue silk felt cool against her skin as she locked eyes with her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Her hair brushed her bare shoulders, though her eyes seemed to be watching her face.
Like her own dress, it was strapless, but she liked this one more as it was more flattering to her figure.
She readjusted the long white silk sleeves which reached from her elbows to her wrists though she felt that that accessory was more of something in Kiana's realm.
Smiling, she quite liked the look.
Slipping quietly into the hall, she crept into Kiana's room nearby.
Upon entering, she was quite relieved to find the same untidy bed, with her clothes laid neatly on top.
Suddenly remembering something she had left behind in the bathroom, she exited once more.
- Pi – Pika! -
"Brock ... what did you do?" Ash shouted as the two of them re-entered his room.
Ash couldn't help but touch his shorter hair.
The sides had been but down, as well a bit off the top, where even at the front of his new hairstyle, the untouched lock of hair sloped over to the side of his forehead.
Brock smiled.
"I think it suits you," he spoke, Ash glaring in reply.
Brock now grinned.
"Here, I have some clothes too, I'd appreciate it if you would try them on,'" he advised, thrusting a pile of mangled clothing into his arms.
Ash blinked as he turned to leave.
"I'm going to be teaching you how to dance."
"Now what have you been sniffing?"
"Ash, if I hear any more mention of sniffing or smoking, or anything else associated with the two of the five senses, I will throw you out that window ... personally."
Ash smiled nervously, taking the initiative to remain silent.
- Pika – Pi – Chuu! -
Ash had been waiting for Brock for what seemed like ages.
He stood, the black baggy pants gathering at the top of his black leather shoes.
He untidily threw on a white shirt, which was half tucked in, the other half left hanging out, abandoned.
Most of the shirt had been buttoned up, apart from the few that lined the top of the shirt, where the collar remained, hanging loose, untouched.
He had roughly rolled up the sleeves impatiently as he had waited, knowing that he would've left by now, if he didn't look so stupid, or so he thought.
Where was he?
As he paced the room, his eyes came to a pile of neat clothes which lay on his bed.
Coming in for a closer inspection, he saw the clothes clearly did not belong to him.
In fact, the person that came into mind couldn't have possibly been in here.
What were Misty's clothes doing in his room?
Silently pondering the thought, he did not hear the doorknob turn.
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