"Sleep powder!" rang a voice, sharp and clear, breaking the calm atmosphere
which had settled around Ash and Misty. Before they could react, Ash was
heavily asleep and Misty, who hadn't been thoroughly affected by the
attack, was left weak and defenseless, her pokemon being at the pokecentre.
Keya smirked in approval as her weary Butterfree returned to her side.
Halfway across the park, a figure frowned at how frail the pokemon seemed
but quickly regained her senses when she saw Keya standing over Misty
triumphantly. "Now lets see who Ash likes more when your face looks like .
. ." Keya faltered, once again her brain had let her down. Then again, she
didn't have a brain. "Well, you'll look really ugly and Ash'll leave you
for me!" she said rather happily, obviously proud of herself for thinking
this up. Misty rolled her eyes in disgust. Keya saw this and ordered Natu
to use its psychic powers on Misty who found herself thrown against the
trunk of a tree.
Keya's mistake was to talk and think for such a long period of time. This gave Mia the chance to dart to the closest tree, fumbling for her pokeballs. She also had Misty's backpack. She frowned, wondering if Misty's pokemon would listen to her. Maybe if their master was in danger? After all, they did trust Mia. She restrained and decided to stick with her own pokemon. Jumping from the tree, Mia caught Keya's attention and swung Misty's backpack to her, unseen.
Keya's lips curled and she ordered Squirtle to attack. Mia called for her pidgeot. Keya didn't notice what was going on and let her Squirtle think for itself. Her eyes flared when she saw Misty struggling to her backpack. "Persian!" she yelled, draining all the remaining colour from Misty's face, "Attack!" Misty yelled in anguish as its claws made contact with her face. Mia, seeing this, told pidgeot to use gust. Squirtle was knocked out and was now the captive of a tree. Mia wondered dreamily if everything around Keya had a tendency to be stuck in trees. She shook her head. Her thoughts were beginning to make less sense than ever. Misty was the top priority for now. Yes, Gary needed her help. NO! Misty, Misty, Misty! She frowned in what was taken to be concentration.
She leapt onto the poor cat and heaved it into the water. It made its way to a rock near the centre of the pool and began drying itself. Keya was fuming but rather than take it out on Mia, she, very unusually, took it out on Misty. Her hands clasped around Misty's neck, choking the already weakened pokemon trainer. It was found out at a later date that she'd launched for Misty because she'd seen the bag full of pokeballs in her clutches. While the two were struggling, Mia ran forward to attempt to help but could find no way to without using girrafarig. It was tired and needed its sleep. Misdreavius would have been her second choice but tonight was a full moon and the risk of its powers injuring both Misty and Keya were too high. Instead, she attempted to pull Keya off Misty, crying for help in unison.
What Mia didn't expect was Gary, still dressed as he had been at the restaurant. Mia regained her 'White Prince' image and mentally slapped herself across the face a few times before finally calming down, realising she was no longer attempting to pull Keya away from Misty. Keya had stopped attacking Misty when she spotted Gary. Why bother to only get Ash when she could steal Mia's boyfriend from right under her nose as well? She straightened herself out and took a pose, lying on the grass and straining her dress so that it showed more than enough cleavage. Misty just fell to her side in a faint.
By the time Gary got to them, there was a very strange scene. Keya in her miniature ball gown, had a seductive smile playing on her lips. She lay on her side, one leg striaght out, the other crossed over it. She'd unlooped her dress strap from her neck and was now tugging it slightly so that one who bothered to look would get a very good image of her (not exactly a complete sentence but I have a phobia of writing some words). Mia was kneeling just in front of Keya, taking a sudden interest in the persian which she'd thrown into the pond earlier on. Ash was partly hidden from sight by Keya and Misty lay unconscious near the trunk of the tree. He would have laughed out loud at this sight had he not known Misty could be injured.
"Mia," he said gently, forcing her to look at him, "Wake up Ash and take him to the pokecentre, I'll pick up Misty and follow you." She nodded dumbly in reply. He moved over to pick up Misty. She went over and used dratini as a 'wake up call'. Well, it was effective to say the least. He chased his sister all the way back to the pokecentre, Gary behind, laughing at their immaturity. It took Keya a while before she followed because she'd hoped Gary would come back and give her the lust she yearned for from Ash. In her point of view, she'd regard having to travel and not sleep in hotels constantly a heavy loss to fuck just one guy. Not being able to fuck guys constantly, however, was her main dislike to this never-ending chase for Ash's love . . . or at least his 'services'.
Everyone was settled into bed yet some of them weren't sleeping. Keya had arrived at the pokecentre grumbling and swearing continuously a few minutes ago. She now slept heavily, snoring and sniffing in her sleep. With what she had been wearing, it would have been a surprise if she hadn't caught the flu. Brock was also asleep, blissfully aware at any events taken place, murmuring about his favourite topic (a/n anyone who doesn't know what this is, go read some other fanfics, if you still don't, watch pokemon. If you still haven't got it, buy yourself a new brain). Ash had dropped to sleep in fatigue. Who wouldn't if they were in his position and had gone through all that he had in one day? Misty was in her bed, occasionally crying out in pain though neither Gary nor Mia could find any serious damage inflicted upon her besides the deep scratch marks on her face.
Mia tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't go to sleep; every time she tried an image of Gary's kiss appeared and she'd wake up with a start, frightened about what had happened. It was stupid and she knew it. Yet, it couldn't be helped. Her mind was continually annoying her and she couldn't sleep at all. In the nearby hotel, Gary couldn't sleep either. His thoughts were on Mia and her reaction to his kiss. He had seen something in those eyes. There was apparent shock but something else. Something more . . . fear. He shut his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, lying awake in bed. He couldn't understand where the fear had come from. Surely, she trusted him. She always had. He puzzled over this until both of them fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
Outside, there was a desperate mew of a Persian, stuck on a rock in the centre of the city park pond.
Keya's mistake was to talk and think for such a long period of time. This gave Mia the chance to dart to the closest tree, fumbling for her pokeballs. She also had Misty's backpack. She frowned, wondering if Misty's pokemon would listen to her. Maybe if their master was in danger? After all, they did trust Mia. She restrained and decided to stick with her own pokemon. Jumping from the tree, Mia caught Keya's attention and swung Misty's backpack to her, unseen.
Keya's lips curled and she ordered Squirtle to attack. Mia called for her pidgeot. Keya didn't notice what was going on and let her Squirtle think for itself. Her eyes flared when she saw Misty struggling to her backpack. "Persian!" she yelled, draining all the remaining colour from Misty's face, "Attack!" Misty yelled in anguish as its claws made contact with her face. Mia, seeing this, told pidgeot to use gust. Squirtle was knocked out and was now the captive of a tree. Mia wondered dreamily if everything around Keya had a tendency to be stuck in trees. She shook her head. Her thoughts were beginning to make less sense than ever. Misty was the top priority for now. Yes, Gary needed her help. NO! Misty, Misty, Misty! She frowned in what was taken to be concentration.
She leapt onto the poor cat and heaved it into the water. It made its way to a rock near the centre of the pool and began drying itself. Keya was fuming but rather than take it out on Mia, she, very unusually, took it out on Misty. Her hands clasped around Misty's neck, choking the already weakened pokemon trainer. It was found out at a later date that she'd launched for Misty because she'd seen the bag full of pokeballs in her clutches. While the two were struggling, Mia ran forward to attempt to help but could find no way to without using girrafarig. It was tired and needed its sleep. Misdreavius would have been her second choice but tonight was a full moon and the risk of its powers injuring both Misty and Keya were too high. Instead, she attempted to pull Keya off Misty, crying for help in unison.
What Mia didn't expect was Gary, still dressed as he had been at the restaurant. Mia regained her 'White Prince' image and mentally slapped herself across the face a few times before finally calming down, realising she was no longer attempting to pull Keya away from Misty. Keya had stopped attacking Misty when she spotted Gary. Why bother to only get Ash when she could steal Mia's boyfriend from right under her nose as well? She straightened herself out and took a pose, lying on the grass and straining her dress so that it showed more than enough cleavage. Misty just fell to her side in a faint.
By the time Gary got to them, there was a very strange scene. Keya in her miniature ball gown, had a seductive smile playing on her lips. She lay on her side, one leg striaght out, the other crossed over it. She'd unlooped her dress strap from her neck and was now tugging it slightly so that one who bothered to look would get a very good image of her (not exactly a complete sentence but I have a phobia of writing some words). Mia was kneeling just in front of Keya, taking a sudden interest in the persian which she'd thrown into the pond earlier on. Ash was partly hidden from sight by Keya and Misty lay unconscious near the trunk of the tree. He would have laughed out loud at this sight had he not known Misty could be injured.
"Mia," he said gently, forcing her to look at him, "Wake up Ash and take him to the pokecentre, I'll pick up Misty and follow you." She nodded dumbly in reply. He moved over to pick up Misty. She went over and used dratini as a 'wake up call'. Well, it was effective to say the least. He chased his sister all the way back to the pokecentre, Gary behind, laughing at their immaturity. It took Keya a while before she followed because she'd hoped Gary would come back and give her the lust she yearned for from Ash. In her point of view, she'd regard having to travel and not sleep in hotels constantly a heavy loss to fuck just one guy. Not being able to fuck guys constantly, however, was her main dislike to this never-ending chase for Ash's love . . . or at least his 'services'.
Everyone was settled into bed yet some of them weren't sleeping. Keya had arrived at the pokecentre grumbling and swearing continuously a few minutes ago. She now slept heavily, snoring and sniffing in her sleep. With what she had been wearing, it would have been a surprise if she hadn't caught the flu. Brock was also asleep, blissfully aware at any events taken place, murmuring about his favourite topic (a/n anyone who doesn't know what this is, go read some other fanfics, if you still don't, watch pokemon. If you still haven't got it, buy yourself a new brain). Ash had dropped to sleep in fatigue. Who wouldn't if they were in his position and had gone through all that he had in one day? Misty was in her bed, occasionally crying out in pain though neither Gary nor Mia could find any serious damage inflicted upon her besides the deep scratch marks on her face.
Mia tossed and turned in bed. She couldn't go to sleep; every time she tried an image of Gary's kiss appeared and she'd wake up with a start, frightened about what had happened. It was stupid and she knew it. Yet, it couldn't be helped. Her mind was continually annoying her and she couldn't sleep at all. In the nearby hotel, Gary couldn't sleep either. His thoughts were on Mia and her reaction to his kiss. He had seen something in those eyes. There was apparent shock but something else. Something more . . . fear. He shut his eyes and ran his hand through his hair, lying awake in bed. He couldn't understand where the fear had come from. Surely, she trusted him. She always had. He puzzled over this until both of them fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
Outside, there was a desperate mew of a Persian, stuck on a rock in the centre of the city park pond.