Congratulations, Pokemon Master
Author's Note: Ooohh, I got you past the prolouge did I? Well here's the first chapter...have fun ladies and gents.
Disclaimer: See prolouge...
Chapter 1
"To Ash!"
"Hey!" The crowd of drunken and happy people exclaimed as a toast was made to Ash by none other then the acclaimed Professor Gary Oak.
"Since we were young, we were rivals. I always used to say, 'let the best man win,' and today, Ash, you proved to be the best man!"
"Hey!" The crowd cried again. Ash sat back and blushed at all the attention and flattery.
In the opposite end of the decorated and elegant ball room, Misty leaned against the wall and smiled at the toasts being made. There were hoards of people in the room. All the people who've helped Ash get where he was today; travelling companions, gym leaders, previous competitors, they were all present. Albeit drunk, but present nonetheless.
"Like, oh my goodness Misty, what are you doing back here?" Violet exclaimed with champagne swaying in her hand. Misty sighed as she removed the champagne.
"How many drinks did you have, Violet?" Misty exclaimed.
"Like I think too many," Violet giggled.
Misty smirked, "I thought so, you never could hold down your liquor could you?"
Violet was abruptly pushed away by her blonde versioned sister, Daisy, who also happened to be the least drunk of the three spectacular Cerulean water flowers. "Like Misty have you even, like, talked to him?"
"To who?" Misty asked attempting oblivion.
"Like who else?!" Violet cried out in her drunken stupor, "ASH!!!!"
"Hey!" The crowd cried out in their drunken demeanour to the sound of the master's name.
"Well no, I haven't exactly had the time, with all these people and reporters and fans asking for him," Misty sighed, "I'd just be in the way…"
"Like he's totally been asking for you!" Daisy hollered, slapping her sister in the back. "Oh goodness, Mist wait a second, like, I think Lily's, like had too much to drink." Certainly, to one side of the room, Misty's third sister Lily continued to grope a happily turned on Professor, who just moments ago presented Ash with a toast. Seizing the moment, Misty escaped her sisters' wrath and made her way past the drunken multitudes.
"Ash, you did it, how does it feel, my man?" Brock asked as he sat at the round table accompanied by Mrs. Ketchum, Prof. Oak senior, Pikachu along with the ex-teamrocket members.
"I don't know, it feels surreal, I didn't know if we could do it," Ash answered, nervously looking around at the uproarious partiers.
"Well you did Ash, you should be proud," Brock acknowledged as he pat his younger friend's back.
Mrs. Ketchum smiled, "And Ash couldn't have done all this without his marvellous friends, right Pikachu?"
"Pika pikachu!" Pikachu exclaimed.
"Speaking of friends," Professor Oak Sr. began, "Where is that exquisite young lady, Misty, this fine evening?"
"I-I don't know, come to think of it, I haven't seen her all day," Ash pondered, "have you seen her Brock?"
"Not since two days ago," Brock mentioned.
"Well Daisy did say she was around, didn't she Ash?" Mrs. Ketchum encouraged, "And in these floods of people, heaven forbid anything break, she may be difficult to spot."
"Misty's never difficult to spot," Ash murmured.
"Hey, Ash, I got an idea, just hold up," Brock exclaimed as he made his way from the table to the main stage.
Climbing onto the stairs of the stage with a microphone, and spotlight solely on him, the crowds slowly quieted down. "Hey everyone, it's so great to see you all here. My name is Brock Pewter and Ash here is one of my greatest friends. I joined Ash on his journey when he was just 10 years old and I was only fourteen. But I can't have the honour of being one of his first travelling companions because that title belongs to the lovely Miss. Misty Waterflower. Misty? Can you please make your way up here?"
The crowd began to part as an embarrassed orange haired girl was pushed towards the front of the stage. Hoots and hollers were made as she stumbled toward her long-time friend, Brock. Helping her onto the stage, Brock embraced the slim female. "Missed you," he whispered into her ear.
"Thanks for the introduction, Mr. Embarrassment," Misty joked.
Brock addressed the people, "Some of you might recognize this sizzling feline in front of you as Misty Waterflower. Can I get a warm round of applause for the lady who not only accompanied Ash for the many years of his first experiences as a pokemon trainer, but also the lady who kept his feet on the ground, consoled him through his toughest times and who continued to remind him to change his underwear everyday." At this loud whistles, applause and hollers were heard, and possibly the loudest from Mrs. Ketchum herself. "Misty, my fair lady, mind addressing the crowd?"
"Oh-h-h," Misty nervously stuttered, "I-I suppose…"
From his table Ash turned his entire attention to his best friend on stage. She was stunning; her hair cascading over her shoulders, just past her shoulder blades. She wore a beautiful turquoise-coloured, slim fitting cocktail dress. Who would've imagined that just days ago the two of them had met once again in Indigo for a quick coffee and chat. His eyes sparkled. The room was slowly growing silent.
"He's over there," Brock stated as he pointed to Ash's table.
"Oh, hey there Ash," Misty murmured into the mic.
"Hey!" Parts of the crowd roared upon hearing Ash's name, only to be shushed by the remainder of the interested crowd.
"Um…wow, who would've thought you'd have all this, all these fans, all these friends, all these people here in your honour. No wait, I take that back," Misty laughed to herself, "I always knew that you would have all this and I believe that in your heart, you too knew that this day would come. It was only a matter of when. But here you are...my friend, Ash, the pokemon master. I watched you battle today and I saw the fire in your eyes, the fire you had when I first met you. Ash you did brilliantly, and with a fire like yours I knew you had to win, even if it seemed at times like the odds were against your favour, I just knew you'd pull the classic Ash Ketchum and surprise everyone. I-I-I just wanted to tell you that, that…um…well, I," Misty stumbled, Just say it! She thought to herself, tell him you love him and want him in your arms ever since the day you met him. That you want to kiss his unsuspecting face over and over. Just say it. "I always believed in you. And now you have everything you've always wanted since you were a child and everything you'll always want. I'm proud of you Ash and good luck with everything." The speech ended with a room full of silence. Even the caterers were quiet. And suddenly the room burst into claps and whistles. Shyly Misty made her way off the stage and mingled her way into the crowd. She blew her chance again; she could've seized the spotlight and confessed her undying love to him. But that was life.
Ash stood from his chair trying to spot Misty in the hoards of people, but it was too late. She had managed to escape his radar.
"Like Misty, that was like, beautiful!" Daisy exclaimed as she grabbed Misty's arm.
"Thanks," Misty whispered, keeping her head lowered.
"Like, what's wrong?" Daisy asked as she noticed her little sister's voice trembled.
"Forget it!" Misty grumbled as she broke away from her sister's grasp.
"Misty! Like, where are you going?!" Daisy cried out.
"Home, away, anywhere!" Misty hollered back. She was too tired for all this jazz, she need a rest, away from all these people, some time for herself.