Promise on a Luvdisc

By Pikagalmish

Disclaimer: PGM Studios (AKA Me, myself, and I) does not own Pokemon or any of its associated characters. The Pokemon games are copyrighted to Game Freak, Nintendo, and Creatures Inc.; The Anime is property of Taijiri Satoshi-sensei, TV Tokyo, and the (horrible) dub belongs to 4Kids Productions.


Kokoro wa yure daredemo mayoi nagara aruite'ru
Setsunai omoi wa ikite'ru kashi yo
Ooki na ai ni
Mukatte ima hashiritai
Yoru mo hoshi mo oete'ku
Futari no ai hontou nara
Itsuka aeru mou ichido

Their heart shaking, everyone is lost while walking.
The proof that painful feelings exist.
Now, I want to
Run to a great love.
If our love that goes beyond the night and the stars
Is true,
Then one day we'll see each other again.

- Itsuka Aeru Kara (Because We'll See Each Other
Again Someday), from Fushigi Yuugi. Sung by Noriko Hidaka and Seki Toshihiko; Lyrics by Shigeto Kajiwara.


"Misty, what's wrong?"

She was silent, then threw herself onto Brock's shoulder, crying.

"Th-the g-gym..."

May helped her onto a chair, giving her a handkerchief.

"Calm yourself. What happened at the gym?"

Misty took a deep breath.

"Th-there was a f-fire... Some ci-circuits overheated... Violet and D-Daisy... They were ca-caught in it..." she stuttered. "I got a c-call from Lily. They didn't m-ma-make it..."

"Oh Misty, I'm so sorry," May whispered, patting her sympathetically. "Is there anything we can do?"

She shook her head.

"L-Lily's been offered a job as a M-Master Idol; she wants me t-to travel with h-her..."

"I guess that means you're going back to Cerulean," Ash spoke for the first time.

"Ye-yeah... I know I have an obligation to my sisters, b-but..."

She stood up and ran into the room she and May shared. They heard her sobbing into her pillow.

"Pika pi," Pikachu said, its ears drooping.

"Aren't you going to talk to her?" Max asked Ash.

"And say what? Good luck? I'm sorry? She's going to be traveling all over the world with her sister, that's what she has to do," he replied flatly, looking down at his feet. "It's no matter; she's barely been with us for the past year; it won't make any difference if she's here or there."


"Ash isn't alone, 'cause he's got... me."

"You think kissing can make you evolve?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Huh?"

"Wow, imagine, Brock, married."

"You and I will be married someday, too."

"Yeah... HUH?"

"Brock, take it from me; it's a lot easier to like someone who likes you than someone who doesn't."

"How do you know?"

"Uh... Well, th-that's... What I've heard..."

"Isn't this yours, Misty?"

"My bike!"

"Oh yeah."

"It was pretty bad, but the last Nurse Joy managed to fix it."

"That's when I first... Met Ash."

"Wow! Nurse Joy did a great job fixing it. That's great! Now that you've got your bike back, you can get home fast."

"Whoop-de-do."

"Why are ya so grouchy?"

"I'm not grouchy, why don't you just leave me alone? "

"Pika? "

"Uh, Misty?...That was weird, what's wrong?"

"I get the feeling that maybe she wanted to keep traveling with us."

"Oh, really? "

"One more thing..."

"That's enough."

"It's just something I feel I need to tell you..."

"All right."

"Just keep on... Doing your best."

"Uhh, whaddaya mean?"

"Well, you know, without me there."

"Well, Ash Ketchum, finally, I know how you feel about me."

"There are some friends you remember even when they're no longer withyou."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. I have a friend who left me, and I miss her every single day."


They went with her to the port the next day.

"Good luck, Misty," Brock said.

"Take care of yourself," May and Max added.

"Pi pikachu."

Misty nodded, but was watching Ash. He was leaning against a crate, his arms crossed and his cap down over his eyes.

"Good-bye, Ash," she called, and turned to board the ship.

"Wait."

A shadow came over her eyes, as Ash put his cap on her head.

"Keep it. I don't want you to forget all about me while you're having fun in Paris or wherever," he said.

"Ash..."

Misty put her arms around him, holding him tight.

"Thank you," she said softly, blinking back tears.

The ship's whistle sounded, indicating that it was almost time to leave. After one last glance back at her friends, Misty stepped onto the ship. A moment later, the anchor was pulled up, and it began to head out to sea.

Ash suddenly realized that there was a million things he still had to say to her. Looking up, he saw her waving at them. Cupping his hands over his mouth, he shouted,

"Misty! I- I love you!"

He saw her eyes widen with surprise. Then, she smiled. Taking out a Pokeball from her bag, she threw it to him. Ash caught it, and a Luvdisc came out.

"I'll never forget you, Ash!" she shouted. "I'll never love anyone like I love you. Take care of Luvdisc! And, whether it be weeks, months, or years, I'll come back to you! I don't know how, I don't know where, but we'll see each other again!"

Ash felt tears welling up. Wiping them away, he returned the smile.

"It's a promise!"


Konnichiwa, minna-san! This is Pikagalmish (AKA Sa-san) speaking. I usually have lotsa OCs in my fanfics, but for this one, I just wanted a nice, sweet, Ash/Satoshi x Misty/Kasumi love story. It took me FOREVER to decide the song for this one. I suggest you listen to it; it's very nice! Fairly short chapter, yes, BUT it's only the prologue, remember that! And all the italics? They're some of my favorite A x M moments! The last one's probably not that accurate, except for the last line. It's Ash talking to Mamoto (Max) during the sixth Pokemon movie, on Jirachi's last night awake. Oh, and an Idol Master's like a model, singer, dancer, etc. that works with Pokemon.

It would nice if you left a review. Sa-san likes reviews. But she doesn't like flames, nope, nope, nope. Flames are only good for setting Sa-san's oneesan's hair on fire. >:3

Thanks to my first review, I noticed that I should've made the above more clear. When I say "Flames", I don't mean critiques. I like critiques. My idea of a flame is just someone who says "This story sux!" or something like that without a good reason. Critiques help make your story better; flames just insult the writer.