Misty was suddenly wide awake at 5:00 in the morning. Misty rubbed her red swollen eyes and yawned. This memory had been repeating itself in her dreams ever since she turned 14 two weeks ago. She stretched cat-style for a moment and practically rolled off of her bed. Her pale pink Delcatty nightgown fluttered gently around her knees creating a soft airy feeling. Her hair reached just passed her shoulders, tangled right now of course. No girl's hair was safe when you have a nightmare because of all that tossing and turning. Misty walked over and looked in her mirror on the dresser. Small grey circles were forming under her eyes due to sleep deprivation and her lips were cracked because it was so dry. She nabbed her brush and started brushing her hair. Since she was up she might as well get ready for the day.
After five minutes of vigorous brushing and combing, she tied her hair in a ponytail and took off her night gown. She let the cool air of her room caress her sweaty skin for a moment before putting her favorite old red T-shirt with the words, "Got Pokémon?" inscribed on the front. She slipped on some navy blue jeans and some scarlet red flip-flops and looked at her watch. "6:00…I suppose I have some time before Daisy wakes up to go back to her dorm at the college," she noted.
Daisy was 20 years old now. She managed to get into one of the best Pokémon Colleges in the region, Kanto University for Trainers or KUT for short. Misty just went to the regular Pokémon High School. When Daisy turned 18 a few years ago the Clearwater fortune came to them. Daisy had used the money to buy a nice two-story house for her and Misty. The house was white with pale blue window shutters. The roof was crimson colored and had multiple plates. It had a wrap-around deck and to top it off. It had a two car garage. Misty loved the house. The entire surrounding seemed to sing about serenity. However even serenity did not stop Misty from causing numerous shenanigans around the house now and again.
Misty rushed out of her bedroom door and slid down the long stair-case. Misty adored the feeling of the wind rushing through her face and the thrill of defying her sister when she always says to not slide down the banister. Daisy always said that Misty would hurt herself someday, but Misty was skilled enough to not fall or slip off of the railing. However this time Misty was surprised to see Daisy walking passed the stairs just when Misty was about to fly of the rail. Misty yelled for Daisy to get out of the way, only to have Daisy turn around to see Misty fly off the railing and land right on top of Daisy with Misty's butt in her face.
"Oomph!" Daisy grunted angrily from underneath Misty. "MMPH MOPH MEEPH!"
"Oops…sorry Sis!" Misty squeaked and got off of Daisy, who panted heavily for a moment.
Daisy stopped panting for a moment to point a gloved accusing finger at Misty and say, "I told you a thousand times Misty Clearwater…one of these days you would hurt yourself, or in this case me, sliding down that banister," She scowled at Misty for a moment and then let her hand flop back down by her side.
"I said I'm sorry!" Misty said crossly and helped Daisy off the floor. Daisy's once arranged and neat blonde hair was now all over the place and tangled. Her pink sweater had lost a button and a large red mark was left on her face where Misty had landed.
"I was going to make breakfast for you, but now I have to go back to my room and do my hair again thanks to you!" Daisy bellowed and threw her arms up in an I-give-up manner.
"Can't I make breakfast Daisy? I'm old enough to do it myself you know," volunteered Misty, scratching her cheek with her finger.
Daisy glared at Misty for one long moment before sighing, turning around, waving her hand, and saying, "Sure, do whatever you want. You're 14 for crying out loud. You grew up way too fast for me to handle." Misty beamed at this and marched right to the kitchen to get started on today's breakfast: pancakes.
Misty had always loves making and eating pancakes; the golden brown color, the fluffiness of the pancake, the globs of maple syrup, and the melted butter spreading itself against the appealing masterpiece. She poured her readily-made pancake batter onto the frying pan and watched it rise in the pan. After a few minutes she lifted the pancake with her spatula to see if it had baked well, when she saw that it was a good colored brown she flipped it like a professional on TV. She repeated the step again and placed one delicious looking pancake on a china plate. She did the same thing and made five more pancakes. Then she put a glob of butter on top of her and Daisy's pancakes and finally she poured the maple syrup on top of it as a finishing touch. She lifted up both plates and took them to the table where Daisy was just finishing setting up the table.
Daisy stared well and long at the stack of pancakes Misty had placed before her. Daisy took her knife and fork and sliced the pancake into fifths. Misty always found this a funny thing with her sister. She never sliced her pancakes or sandwiches into fourth. She only cut it into fifths. When Misty asked her about it two years ago Daisy only pouted playfully at Misty and asked why she shouldn't cut it like that. Ever since then Misty never bothered Daisy again with that "ridiculous" question. Daisy speared a fifth of the pancake and bit into it tentatively. When she swallowed, a wide grin spread across Daisy's face. "You still make the best pancakes ever Misty," she said throwing her a big thumbs up. Misty smiled contentedly and munched on her pancake.
A few minutes after Misty had put the dishes away in the dishwasher, Daisy came into the kitchen to say goodbye. "I'll be away for the rest of the week. I'll be home by Saturday as usual," Daisy said. "Don't go wandering around Misty."
"I won't." Misty replied. She smiled sweetly and she uncrossed her fingers from behind her back. Daisy gave her sister one more hug then got into her bright yellow car that she had parked just outside and drove away. Misty watched her sister's car gradually get smaller and smaller until it finally was out of sight. Misty seized her opportunity and ran into the garage next to the house. She flicked on the light switch and stared at the lone bike leaning on the garage wall. A few weeks ago Misty had an accident with some bug Pokémon not far from Saffron. A swarm of Caterpie and an angry Luxray destroyed her bike. The Luxray used thunder on Misty but missed and hit the bike, and then the Caterpie used string shot and dragged the bike away. Misty shuddered to remember the unfortunate accident. Only yesterday had Misty risked a return trip to Cerulean City and managed to buy a new bike for herself. Misty sighed deeply. Cerulean, her home of long ago, was a subject Misty often kept to herself. The bike was a beautiful shade of ruby red and a LED light resided on the front of the bike and the back of the bike. Misty placed her hand on the black leather saddle and took a moment to breathe in the "New Bike" smell.
Misty walked to the other end of the garage and flipped a switch. The Garage door slowly rose, revealing the awaiting dirt road, downhill all the way into Saffron City. Misty practically leaped onto the bike and kicked up the bike stand. Misty took a deep breath and pushed off. Gone was the garage, starting was the downhill dash. The wind raced through her hair as she rode downhill. She was going so fast she didn't need to pedal at all. She could hardly contain her excitement as she rode downhill so she let it all out by yelling, "WHEEEEEE!" However, as soon as she reached the end of the slope, someone ran out from the other side of the road, and Misty crashed right into them…at full speed.
Misty held her head in pain as she lay on the roadside. Her legs felt numb and she could see her right elbow was skinned and bleeding. She pulled her hand from the back of her head. Blood. The back of her head was covered in a big red ugly pool of crimson blood. Ever since the disaster five years ago, Misty had been afraid of blood and she tried her best to avoid doing things that would cause her to witness blood. Only this time Misty had gotten careless and now she had ended up getting hurt after all. Her hearing steadily revived enough to hear someone yelling at her in frustration. It sounded like a boy. She stared at a passing cloud in the sky, clinging to that last bit of consciousness desperately…only to give up and pass out.
Misty woke up who-knows-how-much later in a pokemon center hospital room. Her head hurt like heck and she couldn't feel anything in the rest of her body. Her brain was working up to speed though. The first word that came to her mind was…pickles. Somehow right now she had a mysterious craving for pickles. Not those sliced pickles, those huge pickles bigger than your own hand. Misty thought it sounded absolutely ridiculous and laughed a little. Her chest heaved with pain and it ached too. She ended up coughing instead of laughing. Misty looked to her right and saw a Blissey waddle into the room and followed by Nurse Joy. Misty tried to sit up to see what Nurse Joy was doing. Joy said, "You should rest dear. If you rest then you'll be fine in no time. You just have a scraped elbow and bruised knees."
"That's it? I hurt like heck!" Misty protested.
"You have a few minor bruises but nothing serious. You had a gash on your head but it was healed in no time," Nurse Joy responded calmly and patted Misty on her head. Misty grimaced and let her head drop back down onto the bed. "Thank goodness you missed that boy. He was actually the one that brought you here," she said, taking a wet washcloth from a basin.
Misty perked up, "A boy? Who is he? Was he hurt?"
"Relax dear, he wasn't hurt. As I said before, you missed him. It was a very close call he said. By the way, I think he said his name was Gary Oak." Joy said placing the cool washcloth on Misty's forehead. The name sounded familiar but Misty couldn't remember where she had heard it. Maybe when she was in Kindergarten back in Cerulean? Her question was answered when Gary Oak walked through the door after Nurse Joy had left. He had a dark blue sweatshirt and grey denim jeans, his hair was spiky and that was what caused Misty to recognize him right away from her old memories back in Cerulean. This set Misty off big time.
"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!" Misty yelled, sitting up and causing a huge pain to shoot through her body.
"I live here you dimwit!" Gary yelled back.
"You live in the Pokemon center?"
"NO, I LIVE HERE IN SAFFRON!"
Misty glared at Gary for a moment that flopped back onto her bed. Gary Oak had been in the same class as Misty until she went to the Saffron boarding school five years ago. They used to have a huge crush on each other. Misty smiled at the old memories. Suddenly a large creaking interrupted her thoughts. Misty looked up in time to see a fire extinguisher remove itself from its perch next to the door way and fling itself straight at Gary's head! Thank goodness Gary managed to duck just in time. The fire extinguisher flew passed him and clanged against the wall and fell to the floor.
"Misty, what in Mew's name just happened?" Gary yelled. Misty couldn't explain it. It couldn't have just magically detached itself and fly. Misty was about to respond to Gary's question when Nurse Joy ran through the door.
"What on earth were you two yelling about! The whole Pokemon center could hear you two bickering!" She shouted angrily. Gary looked at his blue converse shoes and kicked an imaginary rock. Nurse Joy took a deep breath and exhaled. "Just…keep it down you two," she finished and was about to leave, when her eyes fell on the extinguisher. "How did that get there?" She stared at the two of them for an explanation but they just shrugged. Joy hung her head and groaned. Begrudgingly, she hauled the extinguisher up and returned it to its post next to the doorway. She glared at the two before exiting in a huff. Gary gave Misty a pained look for a moment and left her to her thoughts.
Misty must have just lain there for an hour and staring at the ceiling before she drifted off to sleep. This time the dream was foggy and not a memory like the other dreams. She could hardly breathe. She looked both sides for some sign of life. Where on earth was she? Seeing that nothing could be gained from standing around, Misty began to run. Cold breezes whipped passed her and Misty suddenly developed the feeling that she was being followed. A chill crept up her spine and a feeling of imminent terror filled her mind. Misty turned around. Shadows, shadows were encompassing her. Misty could hear whispers, warning her. She wanted out. She started running through the fog. She could feel someone breathing on her neck. Suddenly Misty's legs felt very heavy and she started allowing down. However, when she stopped a warm feeling flooded her front. A big difference considering behind her it felt freezing cold. Misty suddenly noticed that she could hear voices. They were low but she could tell the differences.
"What the hell are you doing?" whispered one male voice. "She's mine!"
"She's not yours! I've been her guardian since she was nine years old!" said the other voice. Misty noted that it sounded familiar.
"Tch! Yeah, and I'm Hades. Just get out of here dweeb."
"Just shut up!" Misty yelled angrily. An eerie silence surrounded her. It felt too weird and it felt like the two people were holding their breath.
"You win this time…but I WILL be back. Count on it!" said the voice in the direction from the cold. After the cold air left, Misty felt quite warm. Not the warm where you feel sweaty but the kind of warm where you feel, well, warm and fuzzy inside.
"You're safe." said the familiar voice. "Be careful around old friends." With those ominous words she felt herself slipping back to consciousness.
Misty's eyes snapped wide open. It was still night and the room was pitch-black and only the pale moonlight shone upon the room. Misty stretched. She felt refreshed and awake but she wondered what she could do, after all it was likely past midnight. She slipped lightly out of bed and her hospital gown fluttered around her feet. The linoleum flooring felt freezing to the touch but Misty wanted to walk. At least it was better than lying in bed with nothing to do. Misty gently pushed open the doors and walked into the lobby. Instantly, she was met by an incredibly loud snoring. Misty looked about the lobby room before she saw Gary, asleep and in a ball, sucking his thumb. Misty thought it was so funny that she had to laugh. She never knew Gary sucked his thumb.
"Can I have another try? I wanted to have Katy" He mumbled. Misty raised an eyebrow, what the heck was he dreaming about?
"Katy is prettier than Beverly and Beverly had a weak kiss. Why don't you spin Katy?" He said in his sleep. Misty's eyes narrowed. He was dreaming about playing spin the bottle. The womanizer...
"OW OW OW!" Gary yelled and threw his hand to cheek where a red imprint of a hand glowed. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU SLAP ME?" He shouted at Misty.
"Because you were talking about your old girlfriends!"
"I was not, I was asleep!"
"You were talking in your sleep!"
Gary glared at Misty for a long moment and then heaved a deep sigh. "I came here to make sure you were okay. I know that you fell because you didn't want to run into me and hurt me too. Look, I'm just sorry that you got hurt…okay?" He glared at Misty again. Misty noticed that his face was very red and when their eyes locked he stormed out of the lobby.
After he left, Misty smiled to herself. He was worried about her. When they were little they used to be the best of friends and Gary had really liked her. After she had moved away from Cerulean Gary was the only one to send her letters hoping that she was happy in Saffron. Gary had a crush on her and he still did have a crush on her. Misty heaved a deep yawn, "I suppose I should go back to bed," She walked back into her hospital room and lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes and drifted off thinking about Gary…and that strange dream she had earlier.
A/N I am so sorry I wasn't able to update. I have theatre and swimming and school T-T Very busy. Anyway REVIEW! I'll add the next chapter by the end of January ;)