Part VI – (The Middle of) the Agreeable Clash
"Mist, you were always the more reasonable of the two of us. You've never been as unprepared as this, even back when we used to travel together," he stated bluntly as they sat on the beach.
"Yeah, well I thought it might be time for a change. I want to feel as free from the usual as possible."
They sat in a daunting silence for a few moments, "When?" he asked finally.
"Two weeks. That will give me some time to tie up loose ends and them some time to find someone to employ as their new slave worker." Misty answered.
"Well," Ash took the initiative and stood up, brushing the sand off his pants, "I'm happy for you. Will you come visit me sometimes, or should I just stop kidding myself and come with you?" he tilted his head to the side to survey her reaction.
She simply stared at him in blank, bewildered, unrestrained shock.
"Well?" he repeated, trying to coax some sort of response from her.
"I give up;" she said and finally glanced at him, displaying one of her small smirks that were so rare to see from her those days. She reached out her arms and he helped her up, "You caught me." Misty said and pulled him into a contented embrace.