Okay, my lovelies, here is the next update! This one gives a little insight into the well known seven deadly sins. Ever since reading a one-shot about Ash and Misty and the seven deadly sins by a wonderful author on this site called Bittersweet Romanticide, I've always wanted to write something sorta kinda like that myself. So, while this piece really has nothing to with anything I've read or anything I'll write in the future, it did help spark some inspiration. :) This is rather plotless, so if you enjoy plotless things, here you go.

Happy reading! :)

Gluttony

If there was one thing Ash Ketchum loved to do more than train Pokémon, it was eating. Of course, he worked out all the time to keep a sculpted appearance, but he still gorged himself on a daily basis.

Ash would eat anything. Fruits, vegetables, grains, bread, beans, meat, and especially desserts. While Misty told him his overall consumption of food was absolutely repulsive, Ash knew that his fiancée was more than happy to eat her weight as well. While Misty was a rather small, petite young woman, she also spent her entire day swimming and working up an appetite, but she'd often eat a normal amount of food. However, there were a few times each month where Misty would come home bearing copious amounts of take-out and three gallons of ice cream for them to share.

When the couple would go out to eat, Ash was expected to be on his best behavior and use proper table manners, which meant not ordering two appetizers for himself, three entrees, and dessert. On a good evening, Misty would allow him one of each. On a bad one, he was lucky to get bread. These bad evenings, however, seemed to only occur at the same time he wasn't allowed to touch her.

Misty's monthly friend.

Honestly, Misty's monthly friend, as Ash called it, usually wasn't as bad as the week that came before it. The week before, which Misty had told him included something called "PMS." Apparently, PMS made Misty a little (a lot) crazier than usual. Last month, during her Premenstrual Syndrome (Ash looked up the acronym to see what it meant), Misty had threatened to rip every hair off his body with an industrial strength electric razor and then stab his eyes out with a fork. After letting go of his shirt collar and ceasing her threats, she had left their shared house and returned forty-five minutes later with Chinese food, chocolate cake, doughnuts, and two root beer floats. Ash had only been able to blink madly when she handed off one of the floats to him, sat on the kitchen counter, ate two helpings of pork chow mein, dumplings, three pieces of cake, two maple bars, the other float, and then belched, took his hand, and forcibly pulled him into the bedroom.

Now, Ash didn't mind Misty eating so much, considering eating was his favorite hobby, but it was beginning to worry him. Not because she may have been heading toward the path of obesity (Misty would never let herself be fat, despite the fact that Ash would love her regardless), but because she was becoming attached to the sweet foods even when her "friend" wasn't visiting.

Ash came to such a deduction with a simple bit of observing and investigating.

Firstly, he noticed Misty purchasing more sweets on a more regular basis. This, Ash had absolutely no complaint about. She'd bring home bags of candy, brownies, fudge, and anything else she could seem to get her hands on.

Secondly, these sweets would disappear much, much faster than usual and for once, it wasn't Ash's fault.

Finally, Misty became very attached to her sweets. She'd have desserts at any time of the day, which again, Ash didn't really mind, but she got awfully protective of them. She'd force him to leave her alone with the delicious sweets and not come back until she was finished. And then, once Ash had deemed it safe to return, she'd ask him to bring her another treat.

The last straw for Ash, though, was when he caught her lying on the sofa cuddling a king sized hunk of frozen chocolate. Misty's lean little body, donned in black yoga pants and a white T-shirt, was curled into a cozy ball late one wintry night. Ash had woken up in the middle of the night only to find his lover missing from the bedroom. He carefully pulled himself out of bed (he didn't want to wake Pikachu), tiredly ran a hand through his already messy hair, and pulled on a pair of black sweat pants over his boxers. Upon forcing his tired body down the stairs, he caught his beautiful fiancée with the chocolate bar in her arms, eyes peacefully closed and smile gracing her soft lips, with her head resting contentedly on the offending piece of candy.

"Misty, you've gotta stop this!" Ash blurted loudly from his place on the staircase. Misty, upon hearing her fiancé's raised voice, snapped her eyes open and sprang off the couch, involuntarily throwing the chocolate across the living room.

"Stop what!?There's nothing wrong! I'm perfectly fine!"

Ash sighed and jumped the last few steps. He walked over to where she was perched in front of the television and gently grabbed her shoulders.

"Misty, listen to me. For once in your life, please listen to me!" he pleaded, shaking her slightly. Upon seeing her nod (not without an accompanying huff), he let go over and continued.

"You have a serious problem! You're becoming too attached to sweets! I mean, I know we've both always always had a sweet tooth, but this is crazy! Misty, I found you cuddling with chocolate!" Ash wildly gestured in the direction the overly sized chocolate bar had landed.

Misty's shoulders sunk and she looked toward the floor.

"Misty, I can help you! We can get you through this! And the first step," he paused, reaching for her chin and gently grasping her jaw to get her looking at him again, "is to get rid of the sweets."

Her normally bright aquamarine eyes took a gloomy edge and she very softly sighed, "You're right."

Ash, who had never heard those words from her in his life, blinked in surprise, but thought better of it before asking her to repeat herself. She was obviously in a very vulnerable state. Instead, he smirked widely before pulling her close to him for a warm hug. Misty's slender arms wrapped around his torso and he felt her mumbling unintelligibly into his chest.

"What was that, babe?"

"Okay," the quiet response came. She buried herself deeper into his sturdy body. "Okay, we'll do it."

"That's my girl."

Ash rubbed her back, smirking and rolling his eyes.

I can't believe she was cuddling with a freaking chocolate bar.

"Don't you dare laugh at me, Ash Ketchum!"

I feel like Misty would have a rather odd affinity for sweets. Don't ask why. I don't even know. XD