So this is chapter 5 of my Lovely Bones and Pokemon fanfic.

I do not own the Lovely Bones or Pokemon.

I borrowed my friends clean copy of the Lovely Bones for a while so this story will feature more from the book now that I've read it.

Terra POV

I yawned as I walked out into the living room of my hotel suite. Scratch that. Our hotel suite. I was sharing it with my best friend Sylvia, who last night I had drug to a graveyard and contacted the ghost of the boy I murdered.

"Hey," said Sylvia who was watching the TV.

"Hey, you already set up my computer," I replied to her as I sat down next to her on the couch and put my computer in my lap.

"Yep. I know how you are about that so... We have internet here too."

"Sweet!" I shouted opening up YouTube.

"Hey, um, where were you last night?"

"What?"

"You were missing for a bit last night"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, but have you seen my notebook?"

"Which one? You have so many"

I rolled my eyes, "Haha, very funny"

"Seriously! You have that red one, the blue one, the ones from elementary school that you wrote stories in, the Death Note one..."

"No, the one we passed back and forth at that boring meeting and we wrote the letter about killing Ash in."

"Oh. Now that you mention it, I have no idea"

"I saw it yesterday..." I said focusing back on the computer.

"Not a very bright move to lose that Terra"

"Shut it."

There was a moments pause before I started talking again, "Hey, do you think watching Death Note raises somebody's IQ?"

"What?" Sylvia laughed.

"No seriosly! It's all about crime and not getting caught and it makes my head hurt when I try to figure out their brains,"

Sylvia laughed, " That show must be good for what's going on right now, and your head hurts because you're doing something you don't normally do, think."

"You're so mean. But really! They should do like, a study or something on that! Take two kids with the same IQ and have one watch Death Note for a week and have the other watch regualr TV. I guarantee the one who watched Death Note will be smarter."

Sylvia rolled her eyes and then pointed at my left wrist. She opened her mouth to talk but I beat her to it, "Yhea, yhea, I know. I just won't mention that Ash mentioned that."

Sylvia shrugged and looked back at the TV when there was a knock on the door.

"Now who the heck could that be. Wait! Lemme guess...she has orange hair and wears red suspenders and is named Misty!" I said sarcastically.

"You can be really mean. And you should invite her," said Sylvia getting up to get the door.

"Invite her to what?" I asked, turning around to look at the door and Sylvia.

"Your show. The one with Mike."

"Why?"

"Isn't Rachel doing "I Dreamed a Dream"?"

"Yhea, why?"

"I just think Misty would really like that song," said Sylvia, opening the door and sure enough, Misty was standing there.

"Hi, sorry if I'm interupting anything,"

"Nope! C'mon in!"

"Thank-you. I'm sorry, but I never did learn your name and when you were opening the door, were you talking about me?"

Sylvia smiled and held out her hand towards Misty, "I'm Sylvia. Terra talks about you all the time, and I saw you at the funeral." Sylvia was careful not to mention who's funeral unlike me, who saying their name give me joy because it reminds me that he is gone and I'm the one who did that.

They shook hands and Sylvia added, "We were talking about a song from a show Terra's in. The show is tomorow night and we thought that you would really like it so we decided to invite you, right Terra?"

"What?" I asked suddenly. I had barely been paying attention and had my ear buds in, watching Death Note on the computer. "Can you say that again?"

"What are you doing over there that is so important? Becoming stupider?"

"Becoming smarter. I'm watching Death Note"

"Of course you are. You watch nothing BUT Death Note"

"Hey, this is my only day off from rehersal with Mike in a whole week! Can't I at least spend one day being totally lazy?"

Sylvia shrugged.

"It sounds like you've been working really hard on this show," Misty said quietly.

"You have no idea..." I commented under my breath.

"I'd love to come see your show!" Misty exclaimed. We both turned to look at her.

"Really?" I asked.

"Totally! It sounds like fun!" she shouted. And for the first time since Ash's death,

She truly smiled.

Ash POV

I opened my eyes, and I was in a field of grass. The sky was endless and blue, and the grass seemed to have no end as well. I stood up and looked around. Not to far ahead was a gazebo, just sitting there in the middle of the green and blue.

I walked up to it and saw Susie standing inside with her back to me, her hands on the railing of the gazebo.

"Susie?" I asked. She didn't turn so I walked up next to her.

Yes, it was her, but she seemed...different. Susie looked like she was looking at something that I couldn't see, off in the distance.

"Susie, what are you doing?" I asked like a curious child.

"Watching," she barely breathed, as if she announced it aloud whatever she was looking at would shatter.

I touched her arm to possibly pull her away, but when I did there was a brief flash of color in front of my eyes and then I looked where Susie was. Yes, she was looking at something. Watching something. It was a view of Earth. There was a blonde haired woman gardening in a beautiful lawn. A man came out of a Victorian house behind her carrying a baby wrapped in pink blankets. The man and the woman kissed and both looked at the baby lovingly.

"Wow..." I breathed, realizing painfully that this was the future I was robbed of. I looked over at Susie and noticed she was smiling, with tears forming in her blue eyes.

"Susie?" I asked. She shook her head and smiled.

"Abigal Suzanne Heckler, little Susie to me," she said quietly, tears streaming down her face now. She turned from me and ran from the gazebo. "Welcome to my heaven..." she breathed as she ran.

I looked around. There were now lamposts and houses and ice cream shops all around. There were people too. It was like a quiet little town square.

A woman leaned against the side of the gazebo that I was still in. A cigarette hung from her mouth. She was maybe a bit older than my mom, but she was nice just like mine.

"It seems little Susie brought you to her world," said the woman. "Yhea, I guess," I murmered.

"I'm Fanny. I'm here because Susie wished for a mother, and I was looking for a child. Of course, we can't have a real family but somebody to resemble it is as close as you are going to get in here," she said. I had been wishing for my mother too, I guess that's why she was here.

"I'm Ash," I said. She smiled, "So, what happened to you?" she asked.

"What?"

"How'd you end up here? I was shot in the face by a stranger. You?"

"Um,"

"Ah, touchy subject. Sorry," she said, taking a long puff of her cigarette.

'More like an I-don't-know' I thought. Instead, I asked her a question. "Susie was watching somebody here, can I do that too?"

"Yes, just think of whoever living you'd like to check in on. You can even be standing right next to them. But now that you're here, you have to remember, it's like a really thick window. You can heard and see them, and only occasionally can they hear or see you but you two can never touch."

I turned from Franny and pictured Misty. I saw her in a hotel suite with the two girls from the night before. Sylvia and Terra. Sylvia and Misty were talking, and Terra was on the computer.

Next thing I knew, I was standing there. Everything about life and Earth was back. I could see Sylvia and her genuine smile as she and Misty talked about a show tomorow night. I could smell Terra's cheap perfume as she got off the computer and went over to the two. I could feel Misty's happiness and excitment in the air.

I smiled, and turned away, appearing again in heaven.

"Y'know, you can watch more people than that girl," Franny suggested. I zero-ed in of Brock and saw him working as a breeder at his gym. Brock would have a chance to fuffill his dream, unlike me. I looked for Gary then, and saw him with the girls at the police station.

I stood there and watched the scene. Gary slammed his hand down on the detective's desk. "What do you mean you have no leads?" shouted Gary.

The detective shook his head, "I'm sorry Gary, but there was no evidence left behind. An extreemly premeditated murder. No fingerprints, no hair, no clues, nothing. The only thing we did find was the body and the knife and both were covered only in his blood and his own fingerprints."

Gary drew back a bit as the dectevie mentioned blood. "Well, I'm not gonna rest until I find his murderer!" shouted Gary and stormed out of the office.

"Gary!" shouted the girls behind him. "I need to be alone for a bit!" he shouted. The girls drew back in shock. Gary walked outside of the building.

Even though it was August, the air was chilly. Gary shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky. "Ash, whatever it takes, I will bring them to justice," he said. Little did he know I was standing beside him and not up in the sky.

Gary leaned back against the brick wall of the station. "The brother I never had, Ash," Gary said softly. He tilted his head down so his hair hid his face, and he let himself cry.

the next night...

Terra POV

"Sylvia! Come here, tell me how I look!" I shouted to her from my bedroom. She walked in and her jaw hit the floor. Well, not litterally but she was in shock.

"Oh, my, God," she said as I posed.

I was wearing my black boy shorts, a black tank top, tights, black character shoes and had my hair straightened and in a side ponytail and wearing tons of makeup.

"You didn't think I could look this much like a girl, did you?" I asked. She shook her head quickly.

"Anyway, we better get going, Mike doesn't like it when people are late," I said grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

"Yup, let's go. But how are we getting there?"

"It's on the boardwalk we can walk"

"Oh. Ok sure! Let's go!" shouted Sylvia as we headed out the door.

Five hours later...

Normal POV

Sylvia leaned against the pale pink wall of the Music Pier where Terra was preforming. She looked over to left to the rolling waves and the black sky. The only way to tell the difference between the beautiful black was the reflection of the glowing full moon on the waves.

She sighed and looked over to her right. People were lined up at the ticket stand and at a table selling merchandise. Many of the people were parents and siblings of the performers holding roses or other boquets of flowers for their loved performer.

Sylvia was there to see a certain performer too. Terra was in the show. "The Magic Of Broadway" was the name of the show, directed by Mike Hartman who Terra adored. She never ever shut up about how 'amazing' his dancing, directing and acting skills were. Sylvia sighed. She would find out tonight.

She was also waiting for someone. Misty Waterflower was a kind girl who Sylvia invited to see the show with her.

Sylvia sighed and looked down at her watch. "If she doesn't show up in the next five minutes I'm-"

"Hey, sorry I'm late"

Sylvia turned to see Misty standing behind her, smiling. A rare sight after Ash had died.

"No prob. Let's go in and get seated before the show starts," said Sylvia, ushering Misty in.

"Sure thing!"

The two girls unnoticed slid through the crowd and managed to get inside the pier. The sat down in their seats just as the house lights went off.

Continued Normal POV

There had been three numbers in the show so far. "Magic to Do" from Pippin, "Corner of the Sky" from Pippin again and "Consider Yourself" from Oliver.

The stage blacked out and a small brunette girl was there when the light appeared again. She was standing in front of a mic and took a breath. Music began to play and Sylvia started to drift away into a daydream and Misty was close following

However, when the girl began to sing, Misty was wide awake.

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life, worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No so unsung, no wine, untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

And they turn your dream to shame."

Misty was touched. The song played on her heartstrings and spoke to her. Her dream, for her to spend her life with Ash. But the 'tigers' in her story was that cold blooded murderer who killed Ash. The boy she learned only after he died that she loved.

Then came the part that was so touching, it could've been Misty singing the words herself.

"He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when autumn came

And I still dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather"

Misty easily remembered the summer nights before he died that they spent together. The three of them would camp out under the stars ever since they had met when they were children. She still sometimes camped and would roll over in her sleeping bag, expecting Ash's peaceful sleeping face to meet her eyes but was only met by empty darkness.

"I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different from now what it seems

Now life has killed, the Dream I Dreamed."

The lights dimmed and everyone applauded.

"I'm sorry," Misty said to Sylvia as she rushed out of the Music Pier and outside.

She was met by a chilly ocean wind as the door closed behind her. Misty walked over to the edge of the veranda and looked over the beach to the black ocean melting into the sky. The only way to speperate the sea and the sky was the way the moonlight rolled over the waves, shining on them.

Tears rolled down Misty's cheeks as she cried for all that could've been. All that never would be. Because of that one, damned night.

"Ash, I'm so sorry. I shoudn't have made you go that night. I should've gone with you. I'm sorry," she sobbed.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry, Mist. I'm the one who got killed. I left you here. I'm sorry."

Misty whipped around as she heard his voice. "Ash?"

But no one responded. Misty sighed, thinking it was just her grieving imagination. Unknown to the living, Ash stood right there behind Misty on the Music Pier verenda, glad that she had heard his apology.

Terra POV

"Nice show!" shouted Sylvia as I met her outside after the show.

"Thanks, what happened to the redhead?" I replied as we started walking home down the boardwalk.

"She left crying after Rachel's solo"

"Figures"

"You were planning for the girl to run out crying all along, weren't you?"

"Yep. Now we need to just keep it up."

"Keep what up?"

"The act. The friendship. The kindness. The false concern. Keep drawing her closer to us. Then when she's pulled in all the way," Terra made a finger gun with her right hand, "boom!" and she pretended to fire.

"You're going to kill her?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. If she ends up knowing too much, then she joins Ash six feet under."

"Are you seriously going to pull the trigger on a girl practically the same age as you?"

"I killed a boy practically the same age as me. And I'm not getting my hands dirty. Don't want her blood on the ground to be by my hand"

"Now that, is funny. You kill her best friend with a knife and gloved hands but won't dare kill her."

"Meh. Whatever. I know someone else who will do it for me"

"You don't mean-?"

"I think it's time to give Kk a call. After all, our little assasin hasn't been in contact with us for quite a while."

so we finally have chapter 5 up! dun dun dun, who is this Kk chick? If I were Misty, I'd RUN. IVE SEEN KK MAD AND I DONT LIKE IT.

So, I hope you liked this chapter. Been typing it for a while now, since around fall or winter. It's now 10:13 at night and IM DONE

Please please please please PLEASE REVIEW! I NEED them! I'll give you virtual huggs if you do! IF YOU DON'T KK IS COMING AFTER YOU

To be continued...