Story of Hilda (OthelloShipping)

Hilda sat on the bench beside the Ferris wheel and cried. She had never been so distraught in her life. The boy who she had tried to become close to, had tried to understand, had tried to be friends with…just admitted that he was the King of Team Plasma, her enemy! How could this have happened?

She felt betrayed and hurt. She really liked the green-haired kid and thought that maybe she could discuss how she felt about him on the Ferris wheel ride. She had been pretty nervous, but by the time they had gotten to the top, she was ready. He had something to say as well, so she let him speak first.

And that's when he had told her the truth. And it crushed her.

They stepped off of the Ferris wheel together, him turning to the right, the same direction she was about to head towards. But she paused and darted off to the left, finding a bench and sitting down. She burst into tears and covered her face with her hands, taking the news very poorly.

She sat there for what seemed like hours when someone finally approached her.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

Hilda glanced up, most of her tears already dried up. She noticed a young boy standing before her with raven hair covered by a baseball cap with a Poké Ball design on it. He had chocolate brown eyes and…well, his face was the only thing she paid any attention to, as it was the only place that she bothered to look.

She shifted her gaze to the side, not sure what to say. She just wanted to be left alone, but the boy looked very concerned.

"Yeah, I'm—" she paused, then shook her head. "No, I'm not fine. I'm a mess."

"Can I sit next to you?" the boy pointed to the bench, plenty of space next to Hilda for him to sit.

Hilda wiped the rest of her tears before responding. "Sure," she said monotonous. The boy sat down.

"Why are you crying?" he got right to the point. "You're at an amusement park. You should be having fun!"

"I was…" she said, "until the boy I liked rejected me on the Ferris wheel…" That wasn't the entire truth, but it might as well have been a rejection. There was no way she could ever confess her feelings to a bad guy.

"Oh…" the boy frowned. "I'm sorry."

Hilda turned her head to face the boy. He looked awfully sympathetic.

"Why are you sorry?" she asked. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Maybe not, but he shouldn't have hurt your feelings like that. Especially here of all places!" the boy clenched his fists. "What a jerk."

If only he knew. "Yeah…"

"So, what's your name?"

Hilda took off her pink and white hat and removed her ponytail. "Hilda. Hilda Touko."

"Ah, cool name!" the boy said, and Hilda paused fixing her hair. She hated her name. What was cool about it? Well, I guess this boy liked it, so whatever. Either that or he was just lying to make her feel better. "My name's Ash Ketchum!"

Hilda threw most of her poofy hair together and tied the ponytail around it. "You're name's cool, too," she said, not exactly meaning it. His last name was pretty funny. But she didn't have much room to talk; so was hers.

"Thanks!" he said, suddenly sounding excited. "So, where's this kid you like? Did he just leave you here?"

Hilda took a moment before answering. "Kinda." He did in fact leave, but even if he hadn't, she didn't want to see him.

"Well, good. You don't need to cry anymore because of him," Ash said. "I don't think he knows what he's missing out on. You're a really pretty girl!"

Hilda's eyes widened and she glanced at Ash. Was he being serious? He was smiling at her. She felt that he was trying too hard to make her feel better. She never really thought she was pretty. That's why she didn't dress in girly clothes and always tossed her hair lazily into a ponytail.

But besides her friend Bianca, who was a girl, and Cheren, who only seemed to agree with Bianca because she elbowed him in the ribs otherwise, nobody had ever told her she was pretty before.

Hilda couldn't help but question this boy about it. "Are you just saying that, or…?"

"No, I'm serious!" Ash said, dropping the smile. "That's why I'm surprised that boy didn't want to go out with you!"

Hilda wasn't sure how to respond. This boy was being too nice. That had to be it.

But if he really didn't care, he could have just walked right by the crying girl and not even bothered with her. But he noticed and approached her. He seemed genuinely concerned.

Hilda put her hat back atop her head, placing her ponytail through the opening in the back. "Well, thanks for the compliment."

"No problem!" Ash grinned brightly at her. She couldn't help but smile herself.

Hilda hardly noticed when two kids walked up to them with cotton candy in their hands.

"Hey, Ash!" a girl with bushy purple hair called to him. There was an Axew and a Pikachu sticking out of both sides of her hair. "We have your cotton candy!"

"Who is this?" a green-haired boy asked looking at Hilda, and she noticed a striking similarity between him and the two brothers she challenged for a badge back in Striaton City. They did mention being triplets, so was this their other brother?

"This is Hilda!" Ash introduced her to them. "Hilda, these are my friends Iris and Cilan!"

"Hello," she bowed her head.

"Nice to meet you, Hilda," Cilan said. Iris nodded.

"Hey, Hilda, we're here enjoying the park. Would you like to join us?" Ash asked her. "We'll have so much fun, that kid will regret ever hurting you!"

"Huh?" Iris questioned. "Are you all right?" she asked Hilda in concern.

"Long story," Ash said. "She's not injured or anything."

"Oh," Cilan sighed. "You had us really worried for a second."

"So," Ash turned to Hilda, standing up and holding out his hand. "What do you say?"

Hilda stared at him before shifting her gaze to his hand. She didn't even bother contemplating it before turning the corners of her mouth upward and taking his hand.

"Sure!" she cheered, standing up and gripping Ash's hand tightly.

Every ending starts a new beginning. Hilda smiled as she prepared to step away from the long-haired boy and walk along with the raven-haired boy.

SO CHEESY!

I swear, I'm starting to see a pattern in most of the stories I write. I'll start writing something depressing and then there will somehow end up being the most chessiest thing ever. IS CHEESIEST EVEN A WORD?

~Midori