Oh My, Mummy!

Summery:

Misty, is a famous Kanto archeologist, and being only 16 years old at that! She takes an excavation job that many people are afraid to do, and in doing so...she has maybe got into more than she bargained for...

~Chapter 4~

Wow, I'm surprised by how popular this story has become in just a few days. XD Though it's weird, because this isn't even my best story. Hmm...

Ready to fly: You'll seeeee! :) And yes, she was quite shocked!

And since it's Thanksgiving, I thought: What the heck? I'll post a chapter so you guys would be happy. :) Happy Thanksgiving! ;)

Ash is laughing hysterically on the floor when I walk into room.

"What's so funny?" I ask. He sits up, wiping his eyes and grins.

"Th-there's this s-show called "Earth", and it's where p-people don't have P-pokemon!" he giggles. "They live in such p-places called America, a-and Britain! I c-cannot believe how genius this story is! N-no Pokemon, what a j-joke!" He falls over in a fit of laughter again, and I roll my eyes.

"It's just a TV show. There's no way something like this is real," I mutter. I go to sit at my desk, and start studying some samples from Ash's "burial" site. I can't let anyone know I'm housing an ancient from a thousand years ago in my apartment, so for now, I'll pretend to be doing work.

Ever since Ash mentioned going to another region, he's neglected to talk about it. He always brushes it off when I bring it up, and I tell him that with my connections, I could get us there in a day, but he says that we don't need to bother with it right now. I sigh. There's only one way I'm going to be able to get us to go.

Standing up, I turn to face the young king.

"Ash," I say. He looks over his shoulder.

"Yeah?" I reach into my pocket, and draw out a folder.

"Do you know what this is?" I ask him; he shrugs.

"Uhh...is it movie tickets? I'd rather not go there again..." I shake my head.

"No, we are going by plane to Hoenn."

~.0.~

"I said I didn't need to go!" Ash tells me for the fortieth time, and yes, I counted. I whirl around.

"Well, too bad, I'm not going to hide you in my apartment forever, because I need to figure out how you...became a mummy and then somehow you weren't. Plus, if there are others like you, then perhaps we can ask them what happened." Ash goes silent.

"And if they are from the same time period as you, don't you think they'd be your friends?" The ancient king shrugs.

"Some might..some not."

"Why?"

"Well, just like people now, I had enemies too," he replies, looking into the distance...at a vending machine. His eyes bug out.

"What. Is. That?"

I sigh.

Here we go again...

"THIS IS FASCINATING!" Ash exclaims, hugging the machine, and earning him several stares.

"Misty, how do I use it!?"

I hide my face with one hand, and walk over.

Pulling out a couple Pokedollars, I hand them to him.

"Put these in that slot, and pick out the drink you want," I mutter, my cheeks flaring. I watch him as he stares at all the choices.

And...we're still here ten minutes later.

"Umm, Ash?" I start, but he turns to me and he's practically in tears.

"I CAN'T CHOOSE!" he cries. I deadpan.

"You're crying over a can of soda?" He sniffs.

"But they all have such fascinating names..." I roll my eyes, and press the closest one. A can clinks out at the bottom, and Ash jumps.

"What was that!?" he asks in worry, looking around. "Is someone after us!?" I lean down and pull out the can from the machine.

"Wow! How'd you get that!?" he asks in amazement. I hand it to him.

"Just take it." He does, then stares.

"How do I open this?" he asks.

"You've got to pull the tab-" He shakes it really hard, but grasps the tab as soon as I mention it, and it clicks open.

"Ash, no-!"

PSHHHHHH! The soda explodes in his face, and he stands, dumbfounded.

"Umm,..." I start, but his face breaks into a big grin.

"That...was...AWESOME!" Ash cheers. "I want another one! Sodas are GREAT!" I sweatdrop.

"That's not what they're for..." I mumble, but buy him another.

~.0.~

"Flight 240 Omega, for Hoenn, will be taking off soon," a speaking blares. "Boarding begins now." I grab Ash's arm and drag him away from where he'd been staring at the large, pretzels as they spun in a plastic container.

"I want one!" Ash whines. I groan; he's acting like a freakin' five-year-old! I let go of the back of his shirt, and he turns around.

"How old are you anyway?" I ask him, realizing, I never had inquired his age before. He shrugs.

"I don't know how long I've been asleep," he says.

"No," I say. "What was the last birthday you had?" He scrunches up his face.

"Erm...eighteen I think..." I stare.

"You...you're...YOU'RE EIGHTEEN!?" I yelp. He holds up his hands.

"What's wrong with that? Is it because I'm too young to be a King? Well, let me tell you, my ancestor King Archibald was five when-"

"Shut it!" I hold my head in my hands.

I can't BELIEVE this! I've had an EIGHTEEN year old in my apartment for two weeks!

I start feeling a bit dizzy, and tip over to the side before leaning on something...and that something is Ash.

"You okay?" he asks. I immediately push myself away.

"Yeah, we need to board the plane now," I say. The two of us head towards the terminal, and walk past the flight attendant.

"Enjoy your trip!" she trills after taking our tickets. I climb onto the metal steps before passing the cockpit, and into first class. The seats are all royal blue, and everything is spacious. Sitting down, I shove all my belongings into the overhead compartment, and allow Ash to squeeze by me to get the window seat.

"This is so COOL!" Ash exclaims. "Why aren't we flying on Pidgeot though? Is this a new evolution of Pidgeot? And how come it isn't eating us?" I whack him on the head, and hand him my touch screen device.

"Read about planes you clueless moron," I state, and turn away from him before pulling out my archaeology book.

"Excuse me," a voice says, and I look up.

"Yes?"

"Are you an archaeologist?" the boy across from me asks. I nod.

"Yes, I'm Misty Waterflower."

"You're the Misty Waterflower? Wow, I'm a fan," he says. "I'm helping my uncle excavate a tomb in Hoenn, even though I'm not an archaeologist." I smile.

"That's nice," I say.

"Yeah, we're going to be working on the one near Sootopolis city." I blink.

"That's the exact same one we're going too!" I say. "So I'll be seeing you...?" He smirks and flicks his green hair.

"Drew. My name is Drew Hayden."

Tehe! I just love stopping chapters at moments like this. ^-^

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~Misty