Hallo! Again I bring you another chapter to my fanfic. So sorry. Thanks
for all the good reviews and stuff. I plan to take a break after this one
(if you can call it that) and work on the chapters before it. I want to go
back and make it look nicer and stuff. Anyway I hope you like:
===================================== CHAPTER XIV
Misty was standing in front of a dark-skinned man. He was wearing a red shirt with some kind of hunting vest or something and jeans. He looked like an average guy. His hair was dark and unkempt, falling around his eyes, which appeared to need some glasses because they were squinting. He appeared to be in his early thirties or late twenties and was barefoot. With him came an air of something similar to romance, but it was duller, like a mellow lust. He looked Misty up and down, and his face remained emotionless.
Misty thought it was time for one of them to speak and said "hi." The man returned and asked what he could do for her. Misty thought he looked a little confused.
She explained that she was looking for Brock and needed to talk to him.
"I'm Brock." "Ah."
Misty wasn't sure what to say (hi I'm the one who tried to kill your friend.)
"I'd like to ask you about what happened on November ninth of '95." Brock's expression changed to something else- like before, a mystery. He invited her to come in. "This could take some time," he said.
It was as he said this that the smell of beer wafted into her face- not her nostrils- her face. She had almost expected this. Brock looked very average, but most psychos did. She was careful to look around for everything in the room. There was not much light. In fact- there were no ceiling lights- just fans. He apparently retired and rose with the sun, and had all of the windows ajar.
He motioned to a very grimy-looking couch and seated himself in a red lazyboy, his thrown of sorts. His bare feet curled around the carpet and seemed to crack themselves. On the table were only a few cans- empty and had seemed to loose their commercialized silver glare. It was a greasy place- like a stuffy used car office.
"It...," he started, "started a very long time ago." Misty would later realize that he was a great story teller, and had very detailed descriptions:
"You probably know Ash Ketchum- the pokemaster- bla bla bla. He was some kid- a great kid. I was his older friend, Brock. Good old Brock. I was the third wheel though. There was a girl. Her name was Misty, you probably know. She was a hothead, but crazy for Ash, and vica versa. (smile) They were always fighting, though. It was to hide their affection, you see. They would have rather died than have each other know. We traveled all over Kanto, Ash was the strongest- trainer, that is. I was something of a cook as well as a... ladies man. I was more interested in pokemon breeding than training, especially after Ash had beaten me- yeah, I used to be a gym leader back in the day. (Misty looked at him a second time and realized that he was not old at all.) That was before the whole suspension thing. That girl- she used to be a gym leader to. We both were overwhelmed by Ash. He made us want for something- to see the world, be adventurous, you know the crap. We quit being gym leaders and came along with him. Just like that. It was unprecedented.
"We had great adventures. Lots of stuff happened, and we became all good friends. There were times when we sort of just left and tried to lead average lives, but it just didn't suit us, and we kept coming back to Ash. He was a crazy kid. But honest, and kind. He was the most moral of us. Misty and I had our own secrets but there was no doubt in my mind that Ash hid nothing from us. He was just there, almost like he had no thoughts but now, you know. He was real and didn't dwell on the past or the future.
"Then there was his rival. It's a funny word, rival- very general. Gary Oak was more of Ash's nemesis. He was practically on the opposite end of the spectrum. Always, they were competing, trying to gain fame faster than the other. Gary was a good trainer, no doubt about that. He and Ash would battle a lot, but Gary would always lose. He lost everything to Ash. He could never really beat him at anything. Especially Misty. Gary really liked her. Believe me- I'm an expert on liking girls, and he liked her. He was jealous of Ash. He couldn't understand why she hanged out with him. Come to think of it, neither can I.
"Gary never did anything violent or drastic, though. He was no criminal, just rude and vicious. His main goal wasn't Misty, anyway. I only stood by and watched through all of this. Misty was never really an object to me- too young to be interesting like that. So that was how it went for years- Ash moving up towards the elite four, Misty and me going along for the ride, and Gary always in the shadow, striving. I believe he wasn't the original cause of what happened. It was such a strange incident. This had taken place a very long time after the four. We had followed Ash to Jhoto. And he'd conquered it. He was the pokemaster. We were all wondering what was going to happen next. Though I can't speak for all of us, I knew that I was not afraid. I had a girl back home- whom I loved and was going to be with. I had my life set and everything was perfect for me. We were staying at the pokemon center. That was usual. Ash's pokemon were really strong- the strongest. He had beaten everyone. Misty was on good terms- I mean really good. She hugged him from time to time. Ash had told me that night, he said that he was going to tell her how he felt... as soon as she got back from her walk...
"She never came back. The next morning and no Misty. We waited until after breakfast before calling the police. A beautiful police woman aided our search for her. Jenny, I think, was her name. A beautiful beautiful girl... But I'm rambling. Anyway, we looked all day and we could not find her. Misty had just disappeared. I was so strange that something like this could happen. Everything was going so well...
"We continued the search for three days. Nothing. Ash was falling apart, himself. Nothing like this had happened before, you understand. In the pokemon world, there were no guns, or murder. There was no organized crime- well, just team rocket. (another smile) but they were thieves. This was tremendous to history, really. And to think that the one to start it all would be Misty was killing Ash. It was on the fourth day of the search. Gary had appeared and offered a temporary truce with Ash. He loved Misty, also. Anyway, we were presented with a girl. She had been found in the middle of the road just outside town. She was taken to the hospital to rest and recover because the medics had found poison in her system. What kind they never knew- it had never been seen before- another mystery.
"Ash knew it was her, and I did too. Her clothes were changed and torn. It was like she had just gotten lost and had been clawing through the woods when she was stung by a bee pokemon or something. It was a simple explanation. Misty was apparently in some kind of coma. She lay in bed for a week, it must have been, and Ash was beside her the whole time. He never said 'I love you'. He wanted to wait until she was awake for a week. He practically never left the room. To think that the one time he actually took a break was the time when she was awake. I personally think the whole thing was coordinated, like someone could control when she was going to wake up. It had to be those few hours when Gary was watching her!
"I saw it from his own mouth. He promised- Ash made him promise twice- that he would call if she moved or even breathed funny. He looked so sad and mellow at the time. It was such a change to his character Misty had brought to him that we wanted to trust him. He actually seemed like a nice guy. He sat in the chair and watched her for hours, just like Ash had. I think he really did love her- like he didn't just want her because she was Ash's, but that he loved her.
"I suppose that was what made him do it. I think it was a spur of the moment thing- a splurge. Misty woke up and he saw an opportunity. Anyway, he convinced her to come with him and lead her out to the front lawn of the pokemon center. Ash and I were called by Pikachu. I think Pikachu loved Misty, too. He was calling to us and we knew what was happening right away. We didn't even bother to go into the room, Ash just ran outside- he was faster than me and I didn't see Gary again. Gary just took Misty and Ash's pokemon with him up into the sky, you know, on the pigeot pokemon. He just... took her... just like that. And it was over..."
Misty stared at the carpet and thought. She didn't feel like she knew everything yet, but she felt she was close. She felt that Gary couldn't be behind all of this. Mr. Oak, as she had called him- she had never seen his face. She had assumed that he was an Oak because he said so, but it didn't really matter to her, then. It did now.
"Anyway," Brock muttered, "Ash somehow kept on going- I think he did it all for Misty. I think he felt that she was dead and he was going to honor her by becoming the greatest. He did."
"And then the day of the parade." Misty said.
"Yeah... I was there, on the same float." He looked up at her face and seemed confused again, like an old man. "I saw the woman- she looked just like Misty." They fell silent again. It was a moment of thought- where Misty was thinking what a smelly and dirty place this was and Brock wondering why he wasn't attracted to this girl like he was to every other one.
"Just like..." "Thank you for your time." Brock's mood changed yet again and he said he hoped he was helpful. Misty told him he was and she was soon walking down the driveway to her car. She put the key in the door and opened. She climbed in. Brock stood on the porch, still barefoot, and still looking confused. He watched Misty shift the stick and look behind as the car rolled easily into the black street. It was then that she looked at him and smiled, waved, and drove off that he knew just how helpful he had really been.
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hmmmmm... a boring chapter, I know, but every story needs something like that. Don't worry. I'll make something exciting happen in the next chapter.
Review. -_-
===================================== CHAPTER XIV
Misty was standing in front of a dark-skinned man. He was wearing a red shirt with some kind of hunting vest or something and jeans. He looked like an average guy. His hair was dark and unkempt, falling around his eyes, which appeared to need some glasses because they were squinting. He appeared to be in his early thirties or late twenties and was barefoot. With him came an air of something similar to romance, but it was duller, like a mellow lust. He looked Misty up and down, and his face remained emotionless.
Misty thought it was time for one of them to speak and said "hi." The man returned and asked what he could do for her. Misty thought he looked a little confused.
She explained that she was looking for Brock and needed to talk to him.
"I'm Brock." "Ah."
Misty wasn't sure what to say (hi I'm the one who tried to kill your friend.)
"I'd like to ask you about what happened on November ninth of '95." Brock's expression changed to something else- like before, a mystery. He invited her to come in. "This could take some time," he said.
It was as he said this that the smell of beer wafted into her face- not her nostrils- her face. She had almost expected this. Brock looked very average, but most psychos did. She was careful to look around for everything in the room. There was not much light. In fact- there were no ceiling lights- just fans. He apparently retired and rose with the sun, and had all of the windows ajar.
He motioned to a very grimy-looking couch and seated himself in a red lazyboy, his thrown of sorts. His bare feet curled around the carpet and seemed to crack themselves. On the table were only a few cans- empty and had seemed to loose their commercialized silver glare. It was a greasy place- like a stuffy used car office.
"It...," he started, "started a very long time ago." Misty would later realize that he was a great story teller, and had very detailed descriptions:
"You probably know Ash Ketchum- the pokemaster- bla bla bla. He was some kid- a great kid. I was his older friend, Brock. Good old Brock. I was the third wheel though. There was a girl. Her name was Misty, you probably know. She was a hothead, but crazy for Ash, and vica versa. (smile) They were always fighting, though. It was to hide their affection, you see. They would have rather died than have each other know. We traveled all over Kanto, Ash was the strongest- trainer, that is. I was something of a cook as well as a... ladies man. I was more interested in pokemon breeding than training, especially after Ash had beaten me- yeah, I used to be a gym leader back in the day. (Misty looked at him a second time and realized that he was not old at all.) That was before the whole suspension thing. That girl- she used to be a gym leader to. We both were overwhelmed by Ash. He made us want for something- to see the world, be adventurous, you know the crap. We quit being gym leaders and came along with him. Just like that. It was unprecedented.
"We had great adventures. Lots of stuff happened, and we became all good friends. There were times when we sort of just left and tried to lead average lives, but it just didn't suit us, and we kept coming back to Ash. He was a crazy kid. But honest, and kind. He was the most moral of us. Misty and I had our own secrets but there was no doubt in my mind that Ash hid nothing from us. He was just there, almost like he had no thoughts but now, you know. He was real and didn't dwell on the past or the future.
"Then there was his rival. It's a funny word, rival- very general. Gary Oak was more of Ash's nemesis. He was practically on the opposite end of the spectrum. Always, they were competing, trying to gain fame faster than the other. Gary was a good trainer, no doubt about that. He and Ash would battle a lot, but Gary would always lose. He lost everything to Ash. He could never really beat him at anything. Especially Misty. Gary really liked her. Believe me- I'm an expert on liking girls, and he liked her. He was jealous of Ash. He couldn't understand why she hanged out with him. Come to think of it, neither can I.
"Gary never did anything violent or drastic, though. He was no criminal, just rude and vicious. His main goal wasn't Misty, anyway. I only stood by and watched through all of this. Misty was never really an object to me- too young to be interesting like that. So that was how it went for years- Ash moving up towards the elite four, Misty and me going along for the ride, and Gary always in the shadow, striving. I believe he wasn't the original cause of what happened. It was such a strange incident. This had taken place a very long time after the four. We had followed Ash to Jhoto. And he'd conquered it. He was the pokemaster. We were all wondering what was going to happen next. Though I can't speak for all of us, I knew that I was not afraid. I had a girl back home- whom I loved and was going to be with. I had my life set and everything was perfect for me. We were staying at the pokemon center. That was usual. Ash's pokemon were really strong- the strongest. He had beaten everyone. Misty was on good terms- I mean really good. She hugged him from time to time. Ash had told me that night, he said that he was going to tell her how he felt... as soon as she got back from her walk...
"She never came back. The next morning and no Misty. We waited until after breakfast before calling the police. A beautiful police woman aided our search for her. Jenny, I think, was her name. A beautiful beautiful girl... But I'm rambling. Anyway, we looked all day and we could not find her. Misty had just disappeared. I was so strange that something like this could happen. Everything was going so well...
"We continued the search for three days. Nothing. Ash was falling apart, himself. Nothing like this had happened before, you understand. In the pokemon world, there were no guns, or murder. There was no organized crime- well, just team rocket. (another smile) but they were thieves. This was tremendous to history, really. And to think that the one to start it all would be Misty was killing Ash. It was on the fourth day of the search. Gary had appeared and offered a temporary truce with Ash. He loved Misty, also. Anyway, we were presented with a girl. She had been found in the middle of the road just outside town. She was taken to the hospital to rest and recover because the medics had found poison in her system. What kind they never knew- it had never been seen before- another mystery.
"Ash knew it was her, and I did too. Her clothes were changed and torn. It was like she had just gotten lost and had been clawing through the woods when she was stung by a bee pokemon or something. It was a simple explanation. Misty was apparently in some kind of coma. She lay in bed for a week, it must have been, and Ash was beside her the whole time. He never said 'I love you'. He wanted to wait until she was awake for a week. He practically never left the room. To think that the one time he actually took a break was the time when she was awake. I personally think the whole thing was coordinated, like someone could control when she was going to wake up. It had to be those few hours when Gary was watching her!
"I saw it from his own mouth. He promised- Ash made him promise twice- that he would call if she moved or even breathed funny. He looked so sad and mellow at the time. It was such a change to his character Misty had brought to him that we wanted to trust him. He actually seemed like a nice guy. He sat in the chair and watched her for hours, just like Ash had. I think he really did love her- like he didn't just want her because she was Ash's, but that he loved her.
"I suppose that was what made him do it. I think it was a spur of the moment thing- a splurge. Misty woke up and he saw an opportunity. Anyway, he convinced her to come with him and lead her out to the front lawn of the pokemon center. Ash and I were called by Pikachu. I think Pikachu loved Misty, too. He was calling to us and we knew what was happening right away. We didn't even bother to go into the room, Ash just ran outside- he was faster than me and I didn't see Gary again. Gary just took Misty and Ash's pokemon with him up into the sky, you know, on the pigeot pokemon. He just... took her... just like that. And it was over..."
Misty stared at the carpet and thought. She didn't feel like she knew everything yet, but she felt she was close. She felt that Gary couldn't be behind all of this. Mr. Oak, as she had called him- she had never seen his face. She had assumed that he was an Oak because he said so, but it didn't really matter to her, then. It did now.
"Anyway," Brock muttered, "Ash somehow kept on going- I think he did it all for Misty. I think he felt that she was dead and he was going to honor her by becoming the greatest. He did."
"And then the day of the parade." Misty said.
"Yeah... I was there, on the same float." He looked up at her face and seemed confused again, like an old man. "I saw the woman- she looked just like Misty." They fell silent again. It was a moment of thought- where Misty was thinking what a smelly and dirty place this was and Brock wondering why he wasn't attracted to this girl like he was to every other one.
"Just like..." "Thank you for your time." Brock's mood changed yet again and he said he hoped he was helpful. Misty told him he was and she was soon walking down the driveway to her car. She put the key in the door and opened. She climbed in. Brock stood on the porch, still barefoot, and still looking confused. He watched Misty shift the stick and look behind as the car rolled easily into the black street. It was then that she looked at him and smiled, waved, and drove off that he knew just how helpful he had really been.
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hmmmmm... a boring chapter, I know, but every story needs something like that. Don't worry. I'll make something exciting happen in the next chapter.
Review. -_-