Hi there! I'm really surprised of you, guys, thinking this story might have a Romeo & Juliet thing going on...wow I never really thought of that. But I suppose it does have a kinda of similarity. Anyway enjoy this chapter, this is the hardest one I have had to do so far. I wanted to sort of keep it quick paced so it doesn't bore you too much lol.

The couple parted; noticing their angrily families stood in separate sides of the forest. Both families shot rage and death threatening glares; piecing the thick and trembling air.

The air was beaten by incredible strength of anger, ripping the light breeze into pieces. The blazes of emotion were felt through both families as their stomachs tightened and their fists clenched. The razor sharp words were about to explode forth as if a stone was to be thrown into a wasp's nest, buzzing with mixed of feelings of anger, upset and betrayal.

Ash and Misty looked at each other in confusion, wondering why their families were in such frustration of their meeting.

"Misty Waterflower, get here right now!" shouted Brock.

"But Brock, Ash means no harm-" replied Misty, defending Ash with her arms spread out.

"He's a Ketchum, from Pallet town," declared Lily.

Misty turned around to face Ash as she started to see the general features of a Ketchum. His spiky black hair and chocolate brown eyes, Misty was in total shock as she bonded with the boy so much. But for some odd reason, this didn't bother her at all! She still felt the warm sensation that nourished her tall body and she found it so comforting and passionate.

"Ash, get away from that Cerulean girl," barked Ryan, stepping forward.

Ash ignored his Uncle's orders as Ash touched Misty's cheek. Ash felt like he was stuck to this beautiful angel and she felt so lonely that he was the only one who could comfort her urging soul wanting more of his attention. He couldn't let go of this stunning gift God had given him, despite of Misty being a Cerulean.

Ryan fumed as his nephew came in contact with the Cerulean girl and ran up to him like a raging Miltank. He violently gripped him by the hands and pulled him out of the scene. Ash tried his best, fighting back, making every attempt to bite, kick or punch his way out, but nothing seemed to work. Misty tried her attempts to pull her lover back out of his Uncle's grip, but her sisters had maganed to hold her back as well, breaking their love in half.

The booming voices of "Stay away from my nephew/sister" shot through the forest and the two families left each other's sights.


Misty scanned her bruised body, turning around in the mirror; taking a few deep breathers before her eyes leaked again. Her sisters and brother said she deserved every bruise on her body of the meeting with the devil in the forest and not to see him ever again. Although, the beats had attacked and ripped her soft skin apart, her heart was not affected at all. Her heart was now owned to her devoted and kind Ash and nothing could beat that.

Misty smiled of the thought of someday claiming Ash's last name 'Misty Ketchum'; she thought it had a kind of, ring to it. She was desperate to feel his loving cuddles and quick kisses again, slowly retracing Ash's touch of her cheek.

"Nothing can break our love," Misty whimpered and returned back to her wet pillow.


"The boy needs discipline, Delia, his father would do just the same," growled Ryan, taking off his leather beat and heading for Ash's room.

Ms Ketchum sat there like a stone statue with a very cold cup of coffee; making no attempt to sip it once. The images of her son kissing the Cerulean girl made her sick and cringe of her son's betrayal. Ms Ketchum just sat there and waited for the cries of pain to interrupt her nightmare.

"You will get 10 whips on the back side, 10 on your arms and 10 on the backs of your legs. You will not struggle, do you understand, Ashton?" ordered Ryan, whipping his belt across the bedroom wall.

Ash shuddered in the corner as the loud smack cracked the air in his room and dreaded to think of the pain he was going to feel from 30 whips on his body.

Ryan sat on the edge of his bed and waited as Ash fearfully bent over his Uncle's knee ready to take the first 10 of his beatings. The first whip was always the worst as the belt was raised high in the air and swiftly pounded on Ash's body.

Ash quietly hissed in pain as the beating continued throughout his red and weak body. However, he did not cry, his mind was focused on Misty; spreading her arms out and waiting for him to greet her. He could just imagine Misty smile in delight and happiness with the falling flowers and hearts float around as they cuddled in peace and harmony. And with this, he did not feel no pain or suffering, but just secretly grinned to himself as his Uncle was trying his hardest to whip some sense into him.

Contentedly, the beatings were over and Ash was ready to go to bed to try and get some sleep, but his Uncle dragged him by the collar leading him downstairs to see his distraught mother.

His mother looked upon her upset son and he cringed in pain as his arms and the back of his legs showed his ordeal, but she felt some discomfort as Ash showed no current interest of her presence.

"What do you say to your mother, Ashton?" asked Ryan, holding Ash in front of his mother.

Ash ignored the question, not wanting to apologise for kissing and meeting the most beautiful girl he had ever seen; ever though she was a Cerulean. Nevertheless, Ryan whipped Ash again with his belt furiously and hissed, "Say you're sorry."

Ash croaked, "Sorry mum."

"And you will not meet the Cerulean girl ever again," continued Ryan.

Ash couldn't say that, he had loved Misty, but after the threat of another 30 beatings, Ash repeated the devil's words to his mother's stone cold face.


Morning had come and Gary knocked on the Ketchum's little white door; which was shortly answered by a serious Ms Ketchum. He sarcastically smiled and walked into the dark atmospheric home. The Ketchum's household always seemed to be welcoming and the sweet scent of freshly baked biscuits in the mornings, but it had seemed least night's events had taken its aftermath.

Gary was about to walk upstairs to Ash's room, when he was quickly interrupted by Ash's Uncle in his path.

"Hi Mr Ketchum, fine day, isn't it?" greeted Gary, nervously, seeing the stern glint in Ryan's eyes.

"I want you to make sure, my nephew doesn't go to that forest at all and not to come in any contact with that Cerulean girl again. You understand, Gary Oak?" demanded Ryan.

Gary gulped in fright and quickly nodded to Ash's scary Uncle. Gary always found Ash's Uncle scary and frightening, but Ash just laughed at him and said his Uncle is a big softie really. However, after hearing of Ash's beatings last night, proved Ash's statement to be totally wrong!

"Good lad, the little terror is in his room," replied Ryan, returning to his duties in the kitchen.

'Man, how does Ash put up with him,' Gary thought, walking up the stairs and gently tapping on his friend's door.

There was no response, but Gary walked in anyway; noticing the room was empty. Gary turned around looking for his friend, hoping he had not escaped his prison and was about to run off to tell his Uncle, but halted as Ash stood right in front of him.

"Hiya mate, how have you been?" asked Gary, frantically.

Gary knew that was a stupid question to ask as he saw the horrible sight of the large whip marks across Ash's arms that were revealed by his black t shirt. Gary also realised the light bags Ash had underneath his eyes explaining his sudden temper of not getting enough sleep, but who could blame him after receiving those beats from the 'scary' uncle!

Ash kicked his bedroom door closed so his Uncle nor mother could hear his sudden rush of anger to his so called best mate. Ash had a deep bone to pick as he had cornered Gary in his room.

"You told my Uncle where I went yesterday, didn't you?" barked Ash, darkly.

"Look Ash, I had no idea, you were going to meet the 'love of your life' in those forests. It's just your family was getting worried yesterday and I said you went into the forest. I'm really sorry, mate, really I am" explained Gary, anxiously.

Ash backed away as his best mate pleaded for forgiveness and walked over to his window. He peered over to the view of the forest and turned back to Gary. Ash knew Gary had no idea of how beautiful Misty was and with that he just glanced to the ground; wondering what to do next. There was no way he could ran out of the front door now and say happily good bye to his 'smiling' family, besides trying to be like 007 and…wait a sec...He suddenly smiled as he just had the greatest idea.

"If you can do this, I will forgive you," smiled Ash.

Gary listened to Ash's proposal, but wasn't certain it would work. Nevertheless, this seemed the only way for Gary to earn his best mate's trust again so he had no choice, but to agree.


Misty kept peering out her window towards the view of the forest and wondered how Ash was doing. Did he get the same beatings as her? Or did he just forget about her? Misty couldn't stay in her little poxy small room any longer; she wanted to go back to her 'calming down' place.

Misty silently crept downstairs, hoping not to bump into her sisters, but luckily she saw them training in the swimming pool for the next water show. Funnily enough, her sisters told her as a part of her punishment of not allowing her to take part in the next show! Misty pretended to be hurt by this, but tried to hide her relief of not wanting to do the next 'stupid' show anyway.

She swiftly grabbed her coat from the nearby chair and smiled of her success of escaping. She rushed over to the front door until she nearlyhead-buttedinto her brother, Brock.

Misty smiled to the tanned face of her big brother; who stood there with his hands on his hips, tapping his foot continuously, and waiting for the excuse.

"Where are you going?" asked Brock, suspiciously.

"I'm going to the…library, yeah that's it, I want to go to the library for a recent book I have been longing to get," replied Misty, secretly crossing her fingers behind her back.

"What book?" asked Brock, quickly; trying to catch Misty off guard.

"Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare," answered Misty, proudly. (Hint Hint, Sorry, I thought I would just tease you guys lol)

Brock looked down to her calming and angelic eyes that were eagerly waiting to go out for the fresh air. He replied, "I so hope you're not lying to me, Misty. That boy in the forest doesn't deserve you. Remember his family and friends killed your mother and father."

Misty silently nodded, trying to get the thought out of her head and rushed outside, taking in the fresh Cerulean air as she gradually walked to the 'calming down place' hoping he would be there.

A little bit of humor in the next chapter...my story needs to lighten up a bit.Anyway please review and stay tuned for the next chappie xx