Hiya people! Great news, I have had a new idea for another great pokemon story so that means that my Pokemon war story will be on hold for a little while, but I hope you enjoy this one. It's gonna be good and it's just for you people... Enjoy and please review!
The droplets of warm water clung onto the shower door as the steam slowly danced around the bathroom. Her silky smooth night dress was heaped on the cold tile floor as the young woman grabbed a soft blue towel. She gradually walked bare footed across the bathroom and into her room; smiling at the sleeping figure in the bed. His blonde hair was scuffed up in all directions and his angel eyes gently started to wake as the sweet scent of strawberries swept into his nose.
"Well well, my baby has had a shower without me," joked Will, stroking her hand.
"I'm sorry Will, I stank from the sweat last night," winked Misty and kissed him on the lips.
She found her clothes neatly arranged on her chair and her slim figure started to be revealed when she wore her tight pink shirt and jeans. She sat in front of a large mirror; seeing how much she has grown up from childhood. Pair of large arms wrapped around her and a few pecks was received on her neck.
"Why don't you undress and we could relive the dream we had last night," laughed Will.
Misty wanted it too, but had to refuse as she replied, "I can't Ash is at one of his peaks again."
Will rolled his eyes and lifted his arms in surrender as his fiancé chose her 'boy friend' over him again. It was true though, Ash Ketchum had reached the point of depression ever since Will and Misty announced they were to wed in a matter of months. Even his mother couldn't control Ash's recent anger and mood swings even at the age of 17. Ash had turned to smoking and drinking lots of alcohol to try and soothe his depression, but it only made him worse. No surprise there!
"I'll be back around eight and don't worry I won't be late," giggled Misty, happily.
"Give my regards to Ash," grumbled Will and with that gave Misty a quick romantic kiss.
After Misty left with the sound of the bang of the front door, Will rushed over to the phone and dialled a few numbers and waited patiently to view a slim figure on the other end.
"Come round now," he ordered and smiled darkly.
"I'm so glad you could come," greeted Delia, opening the door.
Misty stepped into the little white house that was surrounded by the large Pallet hills and nervously sat in the living room. "So where is the nasty monster?" joked Misty.
"Here," muttered a deep voice entering the room. A small cloud of smoke puffed out of Ash's mouth as he took a few steps into the room; meeting two worried women.
"Ash, what have I told you about smoking in the house?" moaned Delia, angrily.
Ash gave his mother an angry snort, but pressed the burning cigarette against the palm of his hand as the burning sensation crept through his skin. Misty stared at the state of the boy that she once loved dearly, he had dark bags under his brown eyes and a few deep wrinkles stained his weak and pale face. His jet black hair began to droop and his posture slumped from wearing a baggy t shirt and jogging bottoms.
"Will sends his regards," said Misty, happily.
"Does he, well, send his regards back, the rotten scum," snapped Ash, sitting on the couch.
"Ash, apologise now, you're talking about Misty's fiancé here!" shouted Delia.
Ash smirked and showed no respect to his mother.
"It's alright Ms Ketchum, I know how much Ash dislikes Will, but Ash can't choose who I marry," replied Misty, calmly.
Ash gave a dirty look and opened the cabinet pulling out his energy source, bottles of vodka and began to unscrew the lids. Misty rushed to his side and snatched the bottles out of his firm grip.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" roared Ash, getting ready to pounce on Misty.
Delia quickly stepped in Ash's way, holding her arms out and ordered to Ash, "I have had enough of this, get in the car, I want to show you something."
After a few pushes and pulls, Delia and Misty forced Ash in the car. Misty glanced back seeing Ash looking out of the window of the passing trees and pokemon, she knew deep sown in Ash's heart, there was the caring Ash, who loved all pokemon, friends and family. Finally, the car stopped and Ash swiftly escaped, but stopped in his tracks and the cigarette slipped out of his mouth. Right outside the car, many grave stones stood in the loneliness with a few crippled flowers here and there. Ash fell to his knees and read the stone:
Adam Lewis Ketchum
Who will be sadly missed by his pokemon and friends and indeed his loving wife, Delia Ketchum and his young son, Ash Ketchum.
Ash crept up to the grave stone and fingered the bold of the letters that gripped on the grey old stone, hoping it was fake.
"Your father died when you were young and I told you he went on a pokemon journey. I know it was wrong of me to tell you a lie, but you were only little. But Ash, do you know what he died from?" explained Delia.
Silence stunned the cold crisp air, but Delia continued, "He lost his life to drink, smoking and drugs. I don't want you to go down the same path as your father."
Ash soon began to come to his senses and started to let painful tears leak from his eyes. Misty slowly crept to his side and rubbed his back in gentle circles. Ash looked up to Misty, noticing how beautiful she was, even thought she belonged to this Will guy. Her smile crept onto her face and she placed her arm over his shoulder for comfort.
"Sorry," mumbled Ash, sadly.
"It's alright Ash, just stop ruining your life and give these up," reported Misty, looking at the packet of cigarettes in his pocket.
"I know that it will be hard Ash, but I will be there to help you and so will Misty," said Delia, coming to Ash's other side.
Ash nodded and nervously placed the packet of addiction along with the flowers at the foot of his father's grave.
"You can enjoy them now, dad," muttered Ash under his breath and returned to the car.