DISCLAIMER: the nice Virgo Writer lady doesn't own Pokemon so please don't sue her.
So in making changes to the story, this is the one that has probably gone through the biggest mini-makeover. Just a few small changes to improve the readability and fluidity. I don't like jumping from scene to scene in such short sections and in re-writing I've managed to reduce it to only three scenes where as it was looking at five or six before.
As I mentioned in the other chapter, the ages have increased. Ash is 13 and today is his birthday (which I call Aug 1 3013 because time frames help). Misty is 14 (her birthday isn't until November which makes her a Scorpio - which is a water sign duh!). When they meet up with Brock he will be 16 (and turning 17 in January cos he's a Capricorn which is an earth sign). I know my made up astrological signs (Ash is a Leo by the way - fire sign, I know I'm being obvious) are of no use to anyone, but they do help me to keep track of things and I think birthdays are a very important celebration and therefore will probably be included at some point in this story. The Senational Sisters (who are once again triplets in spite of my insisting on breaking them apart in the previous formulation) are now 21.
On Angels Wings – Endlessness
Misty blinked back tears as she stared into the mirror. Seven years later and the feeling wasn't lost. It was a sense of emptiness and loss that she couldn't even find the words to describe.
Her eyes were red and tired from tears. Today was the only day that she ever let herself cry, because today was the anniversary of their deaths and the tears were a tribute in a way.
She ran a finger through her messy hair and swept it off her shoulders with a scrunchie. It would do for her purposes, it wasn't like there was anybody dying to see her or anybody to impress.
She took one last glance at the girl staring back at her from the dressing table mirror and sighed. She didn't want to believe it was her; that this person looking back at her could be the same one looking in.
She was fourteen years old (almost fifteen) and a quite tall and gangly as she awkwardly grew into her maturing body. She was disappointed by the face looking back at her; it wasn't that she was ugly, you couldn't be born to a former model and not inherit even the tiniest speck of natural beauty.
Misty Waterflower was just plain. The only thing about her that stood out in a crowd was her shoulder length flaming red hair.
'That and maybe my freakishly long legs,' she sighed to herself.
Violet, Lily and Daisy were beautiful; there was no better word to describe them. Each had long silky hair, bright almond shaped eyes and heart shaped faces with cupids bow lips. Together they were 'The Sensational Sisters'; Ceruleans leading tourist attraction.
Trainers came from far and wide to see the three most beautiful girls in Kanto, and occasionally some would venture to the gym in the hopes of leaving with a Cascade badge for their trouble.
Misty ran the gym, her sisters too afraid that they or their Pokémon might break a nail to do anything so unfeminine. But that was ok with Misty who loved Pokémon and battling and dreamed of one day becoming a great Pokémon Master. Her parents had proudly made a name for Water Pokémon Gym of Cerulean, and she would not let that name die.
There deaths would not be in vain; their sacrifice would not go to waste. Misty hoped they were proud of her and what she was doing. She hoped that wherever they were, they were with their choice and with the choices that she had made in the absence.
Misty blinked back fresh tears that threatened to fall and hardened her jaw, preparing herself for the one challenge she knew she could beat.
"I can't believe you did that," Misty screamed her voice filled with a strange mixture of anger and sorrow. "Don't you trust me?"
She glared at her sisters, waiting for them to explain themselves and their decision. For a moment none of them stirred, and Misty wondered if they were even aware of how wrong what they were considering was.
"Misty you're still so young," Daisy pleaded, trying to explain at least their decision to conceal the truth from her, "we didn't think you'd understand."
"Oh I understand," Misty growled at them. "You don't trust me, you think I'm some dumb little kid who doesn't know anything. Well I'll show you," she said as she called back her two Pokémon, Staryu and Starmie.
"Misty, you're like overreacting," Violet interjected making a move towards her little sister. "If you think about things you'll realize that this is what is best for like everyone."
"How would you know?" Misty screamed, her eyes hardening. "You didn't even ask me! But it's alright guys, you won't have to consult me anymore because I'm leaving. I'll be a Water Pokémon Master before I see any of you ever AGAIN!"
And with that she turned on her heal and ran up the stairs before her emotions could be read on her face. She would not lot them know how much she was hurting right now.
"Misty . . ." Daisy began, feeling guilty as Misty's words hung in the air.
"Maybe we should let her like calm down," Lily suggested, smiling pensively at her sister. "You know what Misty's like. She'll say things in the heat of the moment and then she'll like totally let it go once she's had time to think about it. She can't stay mad at us forever."
Daisy sighed. "I guess your right," she said, feeling slightly comforted by Lily's words. "Maybe we should have told her."
Violet returned her sigh. "We were only trying to protect her," she protested sadly. "And we were going to tell her eventually, but you know telling her today just wouldn't be right."
"I know," Lily agreed nodding slowly. "But this gym like means more to her than it does to like anyone else, we should have let her have some part in the decision."
"I can't believe that scoundrel like leaked it to the press like that," Daisy added crossly.
"We should go apologize," Violet said as she started up the stairs to Misty's room followed by her two sisters.
She opened the door to find the window wide open and draws disheveled. Violet stuck her head out the window just in time to catch a glimpse of flaming red hair as the girl rode into the woods.
"Do you think she'll be alright? Do you think she'll make it?" Lilly asked as they moved away from the window.
"Of course she will," Daisy said confidently as she picked up the small silver frame and traced her finger across the photo of the four girls together. "Misty always does."
"I just hope she comes back . . ."
Misty threw her bike down, finally too tired to keep going. The sound of the river seemed to calm her nerves, it's soft churning seeming to quell her emotions.
She didn't want to leave, because in spite of everything she loved her sisters more than anyone else in the world. They were all that she had and she loved each of them dearly, but sometimes they made her so angry.
A small smile pulled at her lips as a thought occurred to her. She knew her sisters were probably going out of their minds with her gone and part of her was glad. She hoped that they were all wracked with guilt in her absence, but suspected otherwise.
'Let them stew,' she thought to herself. She would wait it out and then stride back in hours later with a smile on her face like nothing had happened. She'd bet they'd all be surprised to see her and fall on their faces.
Of course, Misty was too proud to return empty handed. She had said all that stuff about being a Water Pokémon Master, so she couldn't just go home like that. But if she came home with some incredibly rare and amazing Water Pokémon then they wouldn't be able to say anything.
'Like a Dratini,' Misty thought to herself happily, ignoring the fact that dratini weren't technically Water Pokémon and preferred still waters. The fantasy didn't work if she let herself become aware of the fact that rivers were more likely to be frequented by common Water Pokémon like magikarp.
She set up her fishing rod with her favourite lure and set it into the river. Even a magikarp would do if she was perfectly honest. Magikarp would eventually evolve into a gyarados and then she command the water dragon to waterblast the smirks off her sisters faces. Oh yes, it would be sweet.
A tug on her line alerted her to her plans coming to fruition. Whatever it was, was definitely bigger than a magikarp, but smaller than a gyarados. Maybe it was a dratini, or a seaking – but then she was fishing in fresh water so that was hardly likely. It could definitely be a Poliwhirl by the way it was tugging.
With one big heave perfected from many years of practice, Misty dragged whatever it was out of the river and onto bank.
"Oh, it's just a boy," she muttered, not even trying to hide her displeasure at not even finding a magikarp on the end of her line.
"Um . . . thanks," the boy replied sheepishly, blushing nervously as his brown eyes looked gratefully into her own.
She ignored him, her eyes being drawn to the small ball of fur in his arms. She took it from him without a word, stroking it softly with one of her hands as she tried to heal any major damage with the other. "Are you ok?" she asked softly as she cradled the tiny yellow mouse like Pokémon against her chest.
"Yeah, I'm ok," the boy replied, touched by the concern in her voice. He couldn't take his eyes off her, amazed at her gentleness and valour.
"Nor you," she told him, her voice suddenly becoming hard and biting as her eyes turned on him. "I was talking about your Pikachu. What kind of trainer are you anyway, letting your Pokémon get injured this badly?" she asked, glaring at him openly.
"It wasn't my fault," he told her defensively, standing up to meet her eye to eye. He was feeling stupid for his previous estimation of her. "An entire gang of spearow attacked us," he tried to explain.
"What kind of trainer makes excuses for injuring his Pokémon?" she retorted quickly, unwilling to back down from this argument. "I bet it was your fault the Spearow even attacked you in the first place."
"So what if it was?" he asked her.
Misty sighed exasperatedly. "Did you even check to see if it was breathing?" she asked smugly as she continued to heal the Pokemon in her arms despite the distraction.
"Well . . . I . . ." the boy started to say, "Is it?" he asked slightly frantic.
"You should just be glad that he is," she replied. "You know people like you don't even deserve Pokemon. You don't even know the first thing about raising one I wouldn't be surprised if you . . ." she began to say but stopped as she noticed the small neon arrow pointing at his head.
'Did you guys ever hear of a new concept called subtlety?' she asked the PTB as she swatted the arrow away with her mind. It quickly moved back into position growing larger and larger. 'Look I get the point,' she said as she tried to swat the arrow away again. 'He's this chosen kid or whatever and he's my new assignment which I guess is your special way of telling me to stop fighting and to start helping him. Am I right?' Suddenly the arrow disappeared on its own accord.
"What are you looking at?" the boy asked.
"Nothing," she replied quickly. He looked over his shoulder to the spot she had been looking at before. "Look you really need to get it to a Pokemon center, I mean it may be breathing but chances are not for much longer. There's one not far from here about ten miles that way." She saw that the boy was still looking over his shoulder. "Hello," she said waving a hand in front of his face, "are you even listening to me?"
"Spearow," he said quietly. He looked up at her suddenly. "Where did you say the Pokémon Center was?" he asked as he took Pikachu in his arms.
"About ten miles that way," she said pointing in a northwest direction.
The boy ran to her bike and placed Pikachu in the basket.
"What are you doing?" she yelled. "That's my bike."
"I'm borrowing this," he told her, "I'll give it back to you someday."
"And how am I supposed to know who to ask for?" she asked, her hands immediately going to her hips and a glare flowing over her features.
"The names Ash," he called over his shoulder as he rode away Pikachu lying in the basket mildly aware of its surroundings.
'I know angels are supposed to be kind and forgiving and never get angry or anything,' Misty spoke to them softly, 'but that was my bike.'
'You'll get it back someday,' the Powers That Be replied. 'Remember, celestial beings never lie.'
'He better,' Misty told them, 'or he won't be the only one around here needing protection. So where are they heading anyway?' she asked them.
'Exactly where you told him to go, Viridian City' they replied and left it at that.
~ to be continued ~
ORIGINAL AUTHORS NOTE: I hope you all liked this chapter, this where it starts to follow the Pokemon series a bit more. You know this is the only fic I've got that actually seems like it's set in the Pokemon World the whole time.
Anyway, what I really wanted to talk to y'all about was Misty/Kasumi's powers so here's a list of the basic ones I've thought of. If you think there are any that would be really cool and useful to have suggest them in a review and I seriously will think about them.
v Astral projection – this isn't like your normal astral projection, what happens is that Misty falls into this deep trance like she's asleep and she can return to her true form (angel form) with wings and halo and everything. In this form no one can see her unless she wants him or her too. Some of her powers can only be used in this form.
v Mind reading – only the greatest power ever and most definitely a necessity for every guardian angel. Sadly this power isn't all it's cracked up to be in this case. She can only read Ash's mind and we all know there isn't really much there to read (no offence to all Ash fanatics). Also this is one of those powers which she can only use in her true form, how much of a let down is that.
v Healing – what angel/alien/white lighter is complete without the power to heal people, plants and Pokemon. This can be done in any form and is kind of like Max Evans from Roswell healing so she has to find a connection with the thing she's healing first and she gets all their memories in her head so she kind of already knew that the Spearow thing was Ash's fault.
v Premonitions – only premonitions given to her when needed so that she can make sure that her innocent stays out of danger.
v Telepathy – she can put thoughts into people's minds but only in her true form. She can also talk to the Powers That Be through telepathy and anyone with telepathic powers in any form.
v Telekinesis – only simple telekinesis not major stuff like Sabrina and that screwed up doll, boy that was scary. She can do this in any form but in human she needs hand gestures to help pull the things to her.
v Talking to Pokemon – dr. dolittle eat your heart out. Another any form sort of thing but this is more of a telepathic link between her and the Pokemon so she can only do this with ones who allow her to have a link to them which kind of restricts it to her Pokemon, her sisters, Brock and Tracey's (eventually but most likely not as I don't like his character) and Ash's. The Pokemon can see her in her true form and even though she's in human form they still see the faint semitransparent outline of her wings and halo.