Gary watched his best friend zip up his black jumper and said, "Ash, I'm not so sure about this. What about if we get caught out? Or even if the Cerulean people catch you?"

Ash smiled at his friend's worry and put his hand on his shoulder and replied, "Look if I'm not back until around 8, you can tell my uncle and mum, ok?"

Gary sighed, his attempt had failed to change Ash's mind and just nodded as Ash mutely strolled over to the window. Before he began to do a daring jump, he assured to Gary, "You're a great mate, Gary, even though you can be a bit of a worry wart at times."

"Watch it Ashy boy," growled Gary, but had to laugh; hearing Ash's sudden fall out of his bedroom window andinto his mother's thornbushes from outside.

'That's got to hurt' Gary thought, but had no sympathy and began to play on his friend's computer. Ash had always been possessive over his computer games, but finally Gary had a chance to play on his very expensive computer and there was nothing Ash could do about it!


Ash quickly flew through the forest, snapping the branches that were in his way and pulling back the dead leaves. He felt he had known this forest forever and he had retraced his deep footsteps to his angel's log; hoping she would be there. But his hopes were shattered as he saw no one sitting on the old wise log. Ash puffed in disappointed; wishing he had psychic powers.

'Oh great, what am I going to do now?' thought Ash, drawing a picture in the dirty soil in boredom. There was nothing he could do; there was no way he could go in the Cerulean borders. They would skin him alive and probably eat him alive for that matter! Ash cringed on the thought and returned back to his scribble in the dirt.

Out of the blue, came these soft and gentle hands that covered his eyes as he hastily led into bewilderment.

"Guess who?" groaned a deep fake voice, but began to giggle as Ash shuddered to the tone of voice.

"I know that laugh, umm...Is it…? I can't think of the name," joked Ash, as he placed his hands on top of her hands that still covered his sight.

Misty felt Ash's warm hands, but soon began to notice the large gashes across his arms and how terrible and painful they looked to her tiny bruises. Her hands slowly fell from his face as she was saddened on how much pain Ash had inflicted and she was the one to blame. Ash opened his eyes seeing his angel in front of him just as he had wished. But why was Misty all of a sudden gone so quiet and what's with the sad face? He thought as he crept to her side and was going to break the silence.

"Lost your voice?" laughed Ash, holding his arms out for a cuddle.

Misty didn't need to answer and pointed sadly at the evidence on his arms; turning away from the sight.

"Oh," muttered Ash, drawing his arms back. "It didn't hurt much, to be honest, I was thinking of you while it was happening-"

"You certainly know how to cheer up a girl, Ash," grumbled Misty, sarcastically, folding her arms.

"And I felt no pain or suffering because I thought of you and me together," continued Ash, grinning.

Misty was taken back and grinned as she began to fall into the arms of her loved one.

"We are doing the right thing, aren't we, Ash?" asked Misty, in his ear.

"Of course, we are," replied Ash, happily and snuggling into her sweet scenting hair.

They both knew love was like a mountain; it is so hard to climb, but it will be beautiful once they have reached the top.


After a few hours of continuous chatter, Misty sat on top of Ash and strangely asked, "What's it like in Pallet town?"

Ash looked at her bizarrely and responded, "Ummm…well, I don't really know, I suppose it's different than any other town. Pallet has the green fingers for the gardening and stuff. But come to think of it, you've asked a really hard question."

Misty smiled and wished she could see these beautiful gardens, she just could imagine it now holding hands with Ash as they walk through the pretty flowers and tall green grass.

"So what's it like in Cerulean city?" asked Ash.

Misty paused for a moment, she couldn't really describe Cerulean city, and she so desperately wanted to show Ash rather than explain it, but how? There was no way, Brock was going to let a Pallet boy walk into their house, he hated Ash's guts, except if it was a Cerulean… girl.

Misty chuckled at the thought and laughed, "How would you like to come to Cerulean city?"


At first Ash wasn't too sure of the idea of going to into the place where all Pallet people dared to go, but nevertheless Ash had always wanted to see the so called 'hell bucket' place; where the Cerulean drink Pallet's blood.

Misty defiantly made him into a girl alright of his face being caked in make-up from the help of her handbag and his fake boobs made from dozens of tissues and some 'trustworthy' tree vines to secure them around his chest. They both agreed that he should keep his hood up to hide his jet black hair to not blow the cover and Misty promised the time they get into her house; she would let him borrow one of her show wigs.

It was very nerve racking as Ash stepped into Cerulean streets for the first time; passing people; who seemed to act so much like Pallet. However, the pair soon passed many hatred posters claiming "We hate Pallet!", but Ash couldn't argue as Pallet was just the same with Cerulean. Misty was apprehensive of Ash's reaction as the number of posters started to increase, but Ash kept on smiling and looked around her town in amazement.

Young children playing up and down the streets enjoying the bright sunshine and the constant licks of their ice cream. The chattering mothers nearby and the fathers reading the newspapers or cuddling their wives under the beautiful summer's day. Not forgetting, the pokemon Cerulean had, mostly were Water types due from the rivers and fountains that flowed into the city.

"Home sweet home," smiled Misty and welcomed Ash into her home/ Cerulean Gym.

Ash recognised the place straight away; remembering the brightly coloured walls and the large swimming pool on the television.

"Remember act like a girl," Misty muttered, leading Ash upstairs.

"Misty, is that you?" Brock called, hearing the front door open and the sudden pounds of footsteps on the wooden floor. He exited out of the kitchen to the staircase with his oven gloves and pink apron on.

Ash tried not to laugh of the sight of the boy that threatened him that horrible night; when his and Misty's relationship were torn apart and there he was wearing pink! Misty nudged him in the side as Ash's knuckles began to tighten.

"Hi Brock, sorry I was a little late out of the library," apologised Misty, bowing for his forgiveness.

Brock didn't concentrate on Misty at all, but laid his hazel eyes on Ash. Brock began to point in Ash's direction and asked, "I'm sorry, I don't think I've met you before, what is your name Miss?"

Misty and Ash stared at each other and both quickly stumped out.

"Mary"

"Rose"

Brock looked in confusion and thought something was little bit fishy and had to question, "So which one is it?"

Ash stepped forward and spoke in a squeaky high pitched voice, "It's both, Mary Rose, but many people call me different things, but you may call me Rose."

Brock walked up to 'Mary Rose' and knelt down as he kissed her hand passionately and said "You are welcome in this house, here let me take your jacket off."

'Oh no, my hair, it's going to blow our cover' Ash thought, anxiously as Brock began to remove his hood and unzip his jacket.

Luckily, Misty rapidly ran over to the pair and cuddled Ash and whispered, "Begin to cry."

"What?" mumbled Ash.

"Just do it," muttered Misty, under breath.

Ash began to give out high pitched whimpers as Misty rubbed his back and Misty explained to Brock, "Mary Rose had a really bad hair cut today and doesn't really want to show it."

Brock backed off and tried to apologise to Mary Rose, but Misty led her upstairs as they entered her room.

"That was too close," smirked Misty, jumping onto her bed.

"Defiantly," agreed Ash, lying down next to her.

Misty stared into Ash's melting chocolate eyes and felt his strong arms wrap around her delicate body. Then a sudden few pecks on her neck were received as she moaned in delight. Ash felt Misty grab onto his soul as her magic touch soothed his hurt body. Her sweet kisses feathered so soft and gently, followed by her slender fingers coursing through his hair, sending shivers down his spine. Ash and Misty managed to withdraw from each other; knowing it was dangerous to kiss each other with the Cerulean family just downstairs from them. Misty began to pull her top back to a presentable state and smiled at Ash, giving him a last kiss on the lips until later.

"Okay, let's find you a wig," stated Misty, running over to her drawers and throwing out these multi coloured wigs, she had once used for the water shows.

Ash just laid there on her bed and touched her soft feathered pillows as she suddenly pushed on a dark green wig on top of his head.

"There, that looks perfect and now to cut it a little bit to not make it too obvious of one of my show wigs," giggled Misty, snipping some green hair into a short bob.

Ash's face was priceless as he saw the state of his fake hair had gotten into and how he had transformed into a Mary Rose character. It scared him to think of how much he looked like a girl!


Afternoon sprang into action in the Cerulean Gym as the identity of Ash remained in secret; Brock had cooked a lovely meal for the family including Mary Rose as an apology for embarrassing her 'bad hair' day. Lily, Daisy and Violet agreed to show Mary Rose a sneak preview to their new Water show that Ash enjoyed very much, but wished Misty was in it too.

Ash enjoyed being a part of the Cerulean family and knew deep down they were friendly people; who just had a terrible past of violence and the war. Just like he had!

After the day was slowly drawing to an end, Ash started to remember his promise to Gary of returning home before 8pm. Misty escorted Ash back into her room to give a secret kiss goodbye.

"I have really enjoyed myself today, Mist, thanks," beamed Ash.

Misty wretchedly smiled wanting Ash to stay for longer, but knew he had to go back; she didn't want him to get even more beatings. She gradually crept up to him and placed her hands on to his chest. Ash tenderly wrapped his arms around her body and they both were draw into a comforting position for a deep and loving kiss. The soft blue glow appeared around them while the lovers' words flowed, bringing their lips closer and closer together until they locked in a passionate embrace.

Ash whispered softly, "I love you, Mist."

His words were like music to Misty's ears as her response was the same heard like a gentle breeze, "I love you too, Ash."

"Misty and Mary Rose, I thought-"

Lily screamed seeing her sister locked her lips with Mary Rose and nearly fainted. A crowd began to group inside Misty's room as they heard the loud scream and was concerned for their sister. They soon all stopped traumatized, looking at Mary Rose still gripping Misty around the waist in shock.

"You're a lesbian!" screeched Violet.

"What…no…I'm..," pleaded Misty, but soon noticed what she was about to, either save Ash from the clutches of her family or pretend she was attracted to the same sex.

Ash knew they were in deep trouble and there was no way out of their mess. He thought he had to be a man and admit to his identity of being Ash Ketchum from Pallet town otherwise Misty's family would be ashamed of her.

"Misty, isn't a lesbian," admitted Mary Rose, who began taking of her wig and revealing her jet black hair.

"No Ash, don't," muttered Misty, sadly.

Brock started to turn red, noticing the jet black hair before and the chocolate brown eyes that mixed guilt within them.

"Ash Ketchum!" He blurted out, angrily.

Misty quickly flew over to Ash, trying to protect him, but Brock threw Misty towards her bed for her soft landing. Brock grabbed Ash by the collar and began to rub off the make up that stained his grubby face.

'How could I been fooled by this jerk,' Brock thought, embarrassed, but hissed, "There will be nowhere you run now, Pallet boy."

Brock exited with Ash in his grip followed by Lily, Violet and Daisy, but the door was slammed shut and locked so Misty could not see how much trouble she had gotten her lover into.

"Ash," cried Misty, banging on her bedroom door.

Well...tell me what you think. I hope i didn't bring this chapter too fast on you, but I'm trying to lead my story somewhere. Anyway, please review and I'm working my socks off for the next chapter. Take care now and looking forward to reading your revies xx