'thoughts'
'telepathy'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, but it's all good.
Anyone reading this probably won't notice, but I've made some slight changes to this and some of the other chapters. In this chapter there are two key changes - the first is that I've combined two of the chapters together (I just felt they dragged on a bit separately) and I've changed some ages. I did some slight rewriting to this and the next couple of chapters, but nothing really major. The story is the same, no additional plot, but just a few improvements style wise. It's not necessary to re-read unless you've actually forgotten or are interested, but I thought I should mention it.
The main reason for these changes is some foreward planning on my part. The initial formulation was keeping in line with the actual Pokemon ages - Ash at 10 and Misty at 12 (I like to call it almost 12 due to my own formula for deciding everyone's ages via astrological signs and using August 1 as Ash's birthday and a general landmark) but if I was going to use those ages, the action of the story would need to be spread over 5 years! in order to get Ash to the necessary level of maturity. When I re-read this it is more than apparent that I've written Ash far too mature to be 10 (and thus very OOC). By setting the start date for Ash's Pokemon journey as Ash's thirteenth birthday it will only take me two years to get to a better maturity level and now am only looking at a mildly OOC Ash.
Hope that explains some things to anyone wondering
On Angels Wings – For That second Chance
"My life as an angel was a much happier one than that of a mortal,
Angels don't feel pain or heartache; angels don't feel at all.
The only thing I missed from my mortal life was my mother,
But eventually, even she was little more than a distant memory."
"Back so soon?" Emilie asked as Kasumi walked through the pearly gates of heaven.
Kasumi waved quickly to her friend then turned her nose up at St Peter as he tried to say 'hello' and 'welcome back'. I guess being in the mortal world isn't as much fun as the regular angels like Emilie always thought.
"Kasumi," Emilie sighed the name sounding so much more exotic mixed with Emilie's thick accent, "haven't you ever been taught to respect your elders? Peter after all is a saint, and an arch-angel at that."
"If you care to recall," Kasumi began calmly her tone nonchalant, "I was killed by my father when I was three years old. Considering the era I was born in, I was too young and the wrong sex to receive any formal or informal education. Not all of us are fortunate enough to be born in the nineteenth century Emilie."
"Funny Kaz," Emilie said sarcastically. "So why are you back so soon?"
"It wasn't a lifelong job," Kasumi told her friend with a slight shrug of her shoulders.
"The girl was really depressed, she recently lost her dog," Kazumi continued. "She just needed to feel like someone was watching over her still."
Kasumi and Emilie had been the best of friends ever since Emilie had arrived in heaven over one hundred years ago. Emilie had lived in a small town just outside Lyon, France until she died of Scarlet Fever when she was five years old.
"Poor thing," Emilie said remembering her own Labrador from her life in Lyon. "Actually, it's good that you are back so early. The Powers That Be wish to see you, they said the sooner the better."
"Really?" Kasumi asked slightly frantic but more nervous. "Were they angry?" she asked quickly not waiting for Emilie's reply. "I swear, I did not do anything to Peter and Michaels robes or any of the other apostles for that matter. I was framed. I promise you it was all Stephanie's fault, she conned me into it, it was all her idea right from the beginning. You can't prove anything; you don't have any evidence what so ever that can tie me to the crime. You've got to help me Em."
"Whatever Kaz," Emilie said as she rolled her eyes disbelievingly as her friends went from denying only god knows what to somehow begging her for help. "Anyway, I am pretty sure it is just about your new assignment."
"I really hope so," Kasumi sighed, "I don't think they're quite over last times incident."
Emilie resisted the urge to giggle at what happened the last time Kasumi had got on the wrong side of the Powers That Be. She'd been gate patrol for six months and let me tell you, that isn't nearly as fun a job as you might think. I mean really, how many times can one person stand having people stand there telling them how to spell 'love'?
Kasumi glared at her before she hurried away tidying her wings and robes and straightening her halo as she walked. She just hoped that maybe if she looked innocent and angelic enough they'd forget about whatever punishment they intended for her.
She stopped and looked up at the tall mountain standing before her. She took a deep breath before entering the building hoping against hope that Emilie was right.
"Kasumi," The Powers That Be said as she entered the large coliseum like hall.
She hated it when she was called there. It was so huge; it was like walking the green mile before your execution. Kasumi was use to coming here; sadly more often than not it wasn't to commemorate her good behavior.
"At your service," she joked nervously, saluting no one in particular.
"Yes, well we have a new assignment for you Kasumi. His . . ."
Kasumi stopped them hoping she had heard wrong. "I'm sorry," she said, "I think my ears are playing tricks on me. Did you just say his? As in the male equivalent of her?"
"Well, yes but . . ."
"You know how I feel about the male population in general. No offence, but do you really think I'm the right angel for the job?"
"Yes we do," they replied, "we think that you are the best angel for the job. This is a very special assignment Kasumi, and it requires a very special type of angel to make it work."
"How so?" Kasumi asked.
"You see Kasumi, your assignment does not yet exist."
"Then why are you telling me about it now instead of waiting until the day before his birth like we usually do?"
"Like we said Kasumi this is a special assignment. He is one of the chosen two and on his journey he is going to need more than just a guardian angel, though he needs that just as much. He will need a companion, a friend, someone to keep him in check, and someone to help him strive for his best. He needs you Kasumi."
"But how?" Kasumi asked, "I'm a guardian angel. He can't even see me. How am I supposed to be all this and more when I don't even have a solid body? And what about the whole wings and halo thing? I know this is probably just me being paranoid here, but I think that may cause some suspicion."
"You're going to be reborn Kasumi, as a mortal," they told her. "You will be born into a wonderful family and live a normal life just like any mortal until you are needed. We'll make sure we give you a sign to let you know."
"But what about my powers?" she asked. "If I'm mortal I'll be completely powerless. I'll be helpless, how will I protect him without them?"
"You won't be completely mortal. You will be stronger, heal slightly faster and be less susceptible to harm. You will still be unable to feel but occasionally some feelings may be so powerful that even the fact that you are an angel will be unable to block it out. You will have all your guardian angel powers, just in a mortal body. You'll grow, you'll learn and eventually you will die and be among us once again."
'It will be like the life I never lived' Kasumi thought.
"When can I start?" she asked confidently.
"Now," they told her,
Suddenly it was completely dark and she knew that everything was different now. She slowly and cautiously opened her aquamarine eyes and looked up into two brilliant green eyes the same as her mothers. The woman had strawberry blonde hair falling lightly around her shoulders. This woman was to be her new mother.
"She's beautiful," a man said, "what shall we call her?"
Kasumi saw the love and kindness in his eyes and knew she had nothing to be afraid of. She knew he would never hurt her; never doubt that she was his child (especially seeing as her hair was only a few shades darker than his wife's). She knew she would always be safe with them.
Suddenly three older girls walked in. One had the same shade of bluish black as their father, another the same strawberry blonde as their mothers, and the other a slightly pinker shade. Kasumi knew that these girls were going to be her sisters. She knew that these people would be her family. Kasumi smiled.
At least in her mind she smiled. For now her infant body and mind could not comprehend yet alone be capable of smiling, so until it was she would be left gawking at her new family like an idiot.
"Well, seeing as the other girls are named after flowers, why don't we name her after something to do with water?" Elizabeth suggested.
Leo looked down at his child and smiled. "Why don't we call her Misty?" he said after a moments thought about the suggestion.
Kasumi probably would have smiled if she wasn't so young that she was unable to yet. They had picked the meaning of her name, almost as if they had been told to be some unknown force. This time things would be different.
Elizabeth looked up into his eyes and smiled. "I like the sound of that," she said before looking back down at her child. "Misty Waterflower."
"You wished to see me?" Emilie asked as she entered the room.
"Yes," the Powers That Be replied.
"I swear, whatever people have been telling you about Kasumi she didn't do it," Emilie protested. "Peter and Michaels robes got that way on their own, she didn't do anything to them."
"What?!" they gasped cautiously. "We won't ask. Actually we just called you for your new assignment."
"But I don't get assignments" Emilie questioned. "I died of natural causes, I'm just a regular angel."
"This case is special," they replied. "I think we can make an exception."
"Who is it?" Emilie asked eagerly.
"Kasumi," they replied.
"Why would Kasumi need a guardian angle?" Emilie asked.
"Because she's almost mortal now," the powers that be told her, "She has a mortal body and though she is less susceptible to harm she still needs to be protected and she needs your help protecting Ashton."
"That's a guys name," Emilie said questioningly, "Does Kasumi know?"
"Yes she does."
"Anything important I should know?"
"Her name is Misty Waterflower now."
"Got it."
"Now it's all in the hands of the fates," they sighed as Emilie left.
~Seven Years Later~
Misty and her sisters stood huddled together at the edge of the two graves surrounded by their relatives. Tears streamed from the seven year olds aquamarine eyes rolling down her face continuously before they dropped to the ground. She was in a large crowd of family, friends and anyone who ever knew her parents, yet she had never felt so alone in her entire life.
Misty wrapped her arms around her eldest sisters waist and cried into her stomach. Violet bent down and wrapped her arms around her littlest sister, holding her tightly. "It's alright," Violet told her sister, "we'll all look after each other now and we'll always be together no matter what. Okay?"
Misty nodded her head burying herself into her sister's chest. The older girl, still too young herself to even fully comprehend what was happening forced a painful smile onto her face, as she tried not to cry. She was only fourteen her self, but she knew she had to be strong for Misty who was too young for this sort of misery.
"This shouldn't have happened," some people whispered not too far away from the four girls. "Elizabeth and Leo were so kind."
"If they had waited till morning this never would of happened."
"If they had waited they never would have been hit."
"The poor girls, especially the little one, she had to watch them go."
"How is this going to effect them?"
"Those poor things, I do hope they're alright."
Elizabeth and Leo had been driving back from a gym leaders conference when it happened. They had taken Misty with them because she was still too young to be left by herself. They were driving along a dark country road, the same one a group of teenage boys were racing down that very night. Her father tried to swerve to get out of their way but it all happened too quickly as their car smashed into the teenage boys. Her mother leaned over Misty protecting but was sadly killed on impact, as was Misty's father. She was the only survivor of an accident that never should have happened.
'You told me I would never feel pain,' Misty called out in her mind to the PTB (Powers That Be).
'We told you some feelings are too powerful to be blocked by being an angel,' they told her. 'This is one of those feelings Kasumi.'
'Why didn't you save them?' Misty cried harder and harder tears streaming down her face. She loved her parent so much, she didn't want them to be dead; she wanted them to be holding her. 'Why couldn't you save them instead of me?'
'We tried Kasumi, but there was nothing we could do in the end. They chose your life over their own. We know you loved them, but it was not our decision. It was fate.'
'Fate,' she thought bitterly as tears streamed down her seven year old face. She hated fate, it's control over everything and the way people would blame it when things went wrong. She wished there was no such thing as fate, maybe then her parents would still be alive.
She didn't want to believe that this was her fate. That she was destined to be alone, that the two people she had cared for most in her life were destined to be taken away from her in the same night. She didn't want to believe in this sad lack of control, which determined every step she would take, that no matter how much she planned it wasn't her choice.
She hated that she was just a pawn in the hands of fate with no control over her life. She hated that it was all up to fate and she hated what she had lost because of this so called fate.
This only made her cry harder.
For someone who wasn't suppose to feel anything she couldn't even begin to try classifying all the emotions going through her right now.
There was the hate. That was obvious.
She hated the teenagers who had been driving the car. She hated the Powers That Be for not giving her the chance to tell her parents how much she loved them. She hated her parents for leaving her alone; perhaps she hated them the most of all because she didn't actually hate them at all.
Then there was the pain that seemed to be engulfing her very being. She felt as if she was missing a part of her, as if she had lost something very important to her, even more important than her parents, at the same time.
She felt as though she could cry for days on end. As if she would drown the world with her tears. And she wondered if maybe if she cried long enough, and hard enough, and if she truly wanted it badly enough, her tears would be able to bring them back.
But she knew the truth.
If only tears could bring them back, she would cry a thousand tears; but they couldn't and even if they could she knew her parents wouldn't want her to.
"Don't cry Misty," Lily told her sympathetically tears welling in her own eyes. As if knowing Misty's thoughts, she spoke them aloud with certainty and sincerity, "I bet mom and dad are looking down on us right now and they don't want to see us cry."
"You really think so Lily," Misty sniffed looking up hopefully into the eyes of the youngest of her three elder sisters.
"Definitely," Daisy replied for her, "I bet that their bragging to all the other angels about how wonderfully brave you have been."
"Can you be brave for them Misty?" Violet asked, "For us?"
Misty nodded sniffing and wiping away her tears with her tiny fists.
"We're all going to be staying with Aunt Sophia in Celadon for a little while until we're old enough to stay in the gym by ourselves," Violet told them. "Uncle Andrew is going to be looking after the gym for us until then."
"Will I like Celadon?" Misty asked in a small voice.
"I think so," Violet said, "we all went to Celadon City once before you were born. It's right by the sea and it has lots of fun things to do."
"Why don't we go pack now?" Lilly suggested. They all nodded and left after they each placed small bouquets of flowers in the graves. The older three placed their namesakes - Lilies, Violets and Daisies- upon the grave and the smallest, Misty, placed their mothers favorite, White Peonies.
"Don't worry Misty," Emilie whispered unheard by all as the four girls walked away from the graveyard, "I'll always protect you."
~ to be continued ~
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