Ah, here is the second chapter of this fic. I just wanted to say, (Not going to name names or anything) But those two of you who flamed, I thought it was funny. You know why? Because this is a fanfiction! It's fictional, made by a fan! I know the facts seem un-likely, but again, FANFICTION! And for the you few grammar Nazi's, I just wanted again to say, the German fucked up my computer and it wasn't spell checking English, but if you didn't see that, you honestly don't care what the author has to say, therefore, I have no respect for you. If you hated the fic so much, maybe I shouldn't continue, I mean I do this for the people who want to read this story, you know? I, after all have friends and a boyfriend I could be spending time with, yet here I am, writing for the people who truly want to read this fic. I know I wasted your time, people who I actually respect, but I just had to get my point across. And for those, selected individuals who will get mad at this, remember, I read your review and opinion; you could at least read mine. I know you meant well and all, but still, I wonder how you'd feel if someone criticized your work when your, I don't know, 13? That's damn right! I'm fucking 13! (I want to know how old you guys thought I was before I spoiled all my fun. Tell me in your review.) Oh, and thank you bluejay511 for being the first to review and actually like my other Pokémon fic. Once again, I'm sorry for wasting your time. I truly am. But for those of you who actually liked this story, please, by all means, continue reading and know you'll always have my respect as an author and a human being. Thank you… If you bothered to read my rant. Enjoy!
(I meant no hurt feelings in this rant of mine. If I hurt yours, flame all you like, but remember, I think flames just discourage people's writing spark, you know? I'm sorry for the cruel things I said. But they are true. I hope you understand, I never meant to hurt you in anyway if you are offended by what I said.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, and if I did… Well, some people would be un-happy, were as I? I would be rolling in money, not bothering to write fanfics. (Oh, god I'm sorry for making this long! I'm sorry!)
A week or so later…
Misty's bare feet padded along the cold floors of the tiny apartment. Her sister's had gone out, probably searching for food, slinking around in the shadows. Misty closed all the windows, and hung a sheet over each one. The people who owned the apartment where German, but had been friends of Misty's parents before the war started, and promised to protect their kids.
Just thinking about her parents, tears prickled Misty's eyes. Her parents travelled to Germany when Misty was a small child. Her parents had, yes been Jewish, but raised Misty to speak English. Over the years, she'd learned German, but the task had been difficult. Then her parents were killed by the Nazi's, and left Misty and her sisters alone.
Thinking about it made Misty want to punch a hole in the wall. She wanted to pound her fist into the wall so hard her knuckles would bleed. Misty hit the wall, fist burning with the sting of the concert wall. Tears streamed down her face, and the more she hit, the more she hated Hitler. Misty's fist connected with the wall weakly, before she sunk to the ground, sobbing quietly.
Then she remembered when she wore the Star of David around her neck. That had been incredibly stupid none the least. Well, she had been acting fairly reckless since her parents died. So was she just going to give up her life, because they were gone? No, Misty couldn't allow it. She had to stop being to suicidal.
And why the hell did she give, Ash a complete stranger, a complete German, her full fucking name? He could be a Nazi for all she knew, and she'd given him her Jewish name. Not the German one she'd been practicing. Misty didn't want to see him so much anymore.
When her sisters got home, they found Misty shriveled up into a ball, tears flowing freely.
"Misty…" Daisy said, going to attempt to comfort her sister. Daisy's face was covered in grim, along with her clothes. Actually, Violet and Ivy had a fair amount of muck on them.
"No! It's fine! I'm fine! I need some space, okay?" Misty roughly wiped away her tears, and sobered quickly. Daisy hesitated, but nodded reluctantly.
"We found some… more bread." Lily said miserably. Violet carefully placed the bread onto the table and watched it carefully.
"That's great." Misty's lips tugged into a form of a smile.
"Yeah, at least we have something to eat." Said Violet, letting her words sink in.
"That's true." Daisy responded finally, "But we'll have to ration this bit, Nazi celebration tomorrow."
"How can people support him and his twisted ways? How could they let millions of people suffer, but not give a damn?" Misty growled, smiling bitterly, "After all we've lost, they're going to go have a damn celebration."
"Misty… Please, calm down. We don't want to draw attention to ourselves." Daisy whispered quickly, trying to calm the violent red head.
Misty just about responded with a snarky remark, but thought better of it. "Fine." She let all the steam seep from her system.
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Ash sighed, wondering if he'd ever see the emerald eyed girl again. Probably not.
"Ash, come here!" His mother called, speaking thickly in German.
Ash, being the smart person he was, stayed where he was, not hearing the immediacy to her tone.
"Ash! Get down here now! Your father wants to see you!" Delia yelled again, muttering incoherent words in German.
Ash cussed under his breath, "Coming mother!" He hopped off the chair and sprinted downstairs.
His mother shook her head disapproving, but still smiled kindly and patted Ash's head like he was three.
Delia gestured Ash into his father's study. He pushed open the door and regarded his father. Hitler sat behind his desk, jotting down some notes.
"You wished to see me, father?" Ash asked, sitting in the chair across from his father.
Hitler looked up and smiled fatherly. "Yes son, I did. We have some problems in Eastern Germany, and I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me?"
Ash's eyes widened. His father never wanted to take him on any Nazi related business, but here was his opportunity.
"Are… Are we hunting Jews?" A spark of excitement grew in Ash. His father always told him Jews were bad, even if Ash had his doubts. Yeah, Ash didn't think badly of anyone because he was a dope, but he was excited to spend time with his father. He hadn't spent alone time with him in over six years.
"Yes, so would you like to come?" Hitler asked again, lacing his fingers together on the desk.
"Yeah, I'd like that." Ash said, smiling hesitantly at his father.
"Excellent, we leave in two days. Be prepared." Ash had never seen so much pride in his father's eyes.
Ash left his father's study and told his mother what had occurred. She smiled and said:
"This is the first time he's asked and you've accepted." Delia nearly squealed, and hugged Ash tightly.
"Wait, he's asked me before?"
"That's why he's been so anger. You didn't want to go with him a couple of weeks ago. He's been asking for a long time." Delia said softly.
"Oh…" Ash's face fell. All this time Ash thought he was being ignored, but really… He wasn't hearing his father.
"You know, Ash. That your father and I tried very hard to have you. It was almost impossible, but then one day, poof! I was pregnant and you were born. You father was so happy. And so was I."
Ash didn't know why his mother told him this story, but it made him feel all warm inside.
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Daisy hesitated before telling her family.
"We have to leave tonight. Tomorrow, all the Nazi will be searching homes and we have to leave so we can't get them in trouble." Daisy was referring to the owners of the apartment. "Collect your things, we're leaving in twenty minutes."
"Where are we going? Are we coming back?" Misty asked franticly.
"East Germany. In a week or so when things cool down." Daisy replied smoothly. "Let's go people."
Finished in about an hour! Hurray! Please review, and keep your flames to yourself. I don't want to take up anymore of my readers time giving you flamers my opinion. Oh, and I didn't have any German in this because I was too lazy too… And tell me how old you actually thought I was, because I want to know. (If you don't recall, I'm 13.) Thanks again! Bye!
~Emerald~
P.S- Like no Pokeshipping hints at all… Saddening.