Pokeshipping PG-13
Well today's the tenth anniversary of Pokeshipping!
As promised, I've written a fic in celebration for it. This is a three part chapter fic that takes place in a parallel universe of Pokemon where the creatures don't exist and it will have a surprise twist thrown in at the end of this week. I want to see if someone can guess what the ending is going to be though I doubt any of you will get it right (which is why hints will be bolded and italicized just to help you out ) Anyway, here's the first chapter of the fic, hope you enjoy it!!!
Sunday:
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
The sounds of slow footsteps echoed through the dark and empty hallway. Closed doors looked on silently as a dark haired teenage boy walked slowly down the hall with his hands in his blue denim jacket as he looked down at his black and white sneakers solemnly.
“I’m Ash Ketchum, the Nobody Boy, the Boy that Nobody Cares About or Cares to Listen to,” he thought sadly to himself. His life had always seemed to be impossible to him since his childhood, even dating back to the day he’d been born… From the second he had started his life in the outside world, he had already lost his mother as she sacrificed all of her energy to giving him to the light. After coping with the absence of his mother his whole childhood, his father was killed in a town fire when he was seven as he pushed Ash outside of their house before it collapsed on top of him. He had lost everything that day: his father who was the only one he had left in the world, his only home, all of his friends, all burnt to Ashes before his eyes…
He shook the nightmarish memories away as he approached a wooden door. He needed to snap back to normal. He was going to start all over, build up a new life in this boarding school he had found out after living on the road for ten years. He had lived on the roads for years since he was too scared to go back to society. Never did he want to go near anyone again, not after that day… Why? Just so he could bring destruction to everyone else? Just so he could lose everything he had fought for so hard all over again?
But he knew he had to do something with his life... What would his father or his mother think of him if they had seen him now; a bum on the road with no home or friends?
He twisted the doorknob of the wooden door and he took a deep breath. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the classroom. The room was encased in silence. Everyone stared at him with curiosity as to who he was or with agitation for disrupting their school lesson.
“Excuse me, what is your name?” the teacher questioned as she furrowed her brow, looking at him between a pair of thick spectacles. She was a woman in her early forties though her appearance didn’t reflect it. Her light brown hair was thinning and her thin face was giving in to the wearing effects of time as well as her portly body. He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly interrupted him.
“Oh, I see… You’re the new transfer student,” she said as she quickly turned away from him to busy herself with something else, as if she didn’t care about him. She sifted through the papers on her desk as Ash stood in front of the door, fidgeting nervously with his red and white cap since he wasn’t permitted to wear hats indoors. He felt everyone’s eyes center in on him and he began to sweat as he grew even more anxious.
“Um...Excuse me Miss?” he said quietly. She didn’t hear him as she mumbled to herself as she looked through her papers for his file. He repeated himself in a louder tone, but she still didn’t say anything though it was apparent that everyone else had heard him since they were all staring at him blankly.
“Miss Goodwill?” A girl raised her hand as she looked up at the teacher. Ash turned to look at who had spoken and froze as he saw who it was. He stared at her, as if he was mystified by her appearance. Everything that was happening at the moment was now silenced out as he gazed at this girl. She had beautiful red hair that she kept tied up in a small ponytail that she wore to the side. Blue-green eyes that reflected the sea as if he could swim in them… A gentle smile that brought light to any night…
“EXCUSE ME!!!” Miss Goodwill yelled at the top of her voice as she distorted her face to furious proportions. Ash quickly snapped out of his trance and instantly felt embarrassed with himself for staring at that girl like that. He didn’t know what came over him…
“Well since I see you’re so infatuated with Miss Waterflower, I don’t see why you shouldn’t take a seat right next to her. If you would Mister Thomas, please relocate yourself elsewhere so our new visitor here could sit next to his object of admiration,” she said with sweeping gestures of her hand. The ‘Thomas’ that she was referring to stood up from his chair with a look of annoyance and, as Ash went to claim his seat, bumped into him intentionally. The papers that were in Ash’s arms after just receiving them from the teacher fell down and scattered all over the floor. Everyone erupted into laughter as he began to pick up his belongings quickly, not able to bear all this attention that he drew to himself after living so long in obscurity. He gathered his papers into one neat pile and sat down in his chair, looking intently at the white sheets, as he didn’t want to look at anyone else. He could feel the red headed girl looking at him and, from the corner of his eye, he could see that he was right. She looked at him at first then turned to see if the teacher was looking. Once she saw that the coast was clear, she turned to him again.
“Psst! Hey! What’s your name?” she whispered quietly with a smile on her face. Ash turned to face her. Everything about her seemed to radiate even though the windows were all blinded from the bright day outside.
“…Ash Ketchum.” He hadn’t said that name in such a long time. If it weren’t for the fact that it was also his father’s name, he surely would’ve forgotten it by now.
“Ash? That’s a funny name!” she giggled. He bowed his head in embarrassment. Why was this girl so interested in him? Out of everyone in the whole room she could speak to, she had to choose him…
“Do you have something you wish to share with the whole class, Miss Waterflower? Or would you like to talk with your friend there after class in detention?” the teacher said in an authoritative tone that seemed more like she was making a statement than asking a question.
“Well I was wondering why you hadn’t introduced Ash yet,” the red headed girl replied.
“Who?” Miss Goodwill said not willing to play guessing games in the middle of her math class.
“Ash!” the girl said pointing towards the dark haired boy sitting next to her. He felt everyone’s eyes burn on him again and he covered the back of his head as if it helped him keep everyone’s eyes off of him.
“Oh, you mean our visitor here. Well, I’m sorry then, I guess I’ll take some time out of our lesson just so we can introduce this one student!” Miss Goodwill replied sarcastically, turning back to the blackboard to resume her lesson on Algebraic equations. By now, Ash had felt like the lowest of all things imaginable and he felt like this should be the last place he should be. He buried his head into his arms and pretended to not move at all, like a stone, so he could let the world pass by him.
“Well his name is Ash Ketchum!” Misty replied crossly as she glared up at her teacher.
“Yes, yes, that’s fine, now onto the lesson shall we?”
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Ash walked sullenly out of the class once the bell rang. Math class was torturous as he attempted to catch up on the lesson that she was currently teaching. It had been so long since he was in a class. He remembered the basics he had learned in preschool, but that was it. He tried telling that to the director of the St. Delia’s Boarding School, but he had completely ignored him to the point where Ash just gave up. Even if he tried to tell her to slow down, Ash knew she would probably ignore him and continue on with the lesson as if nothing was said. He sighed sadly and continued to walk down the lonely hallway. It was now time for their lunch break and everyone was either in the cafeteria or outside gathered in their own little groups. Ash was by himself since no one seemed interested enough to talk to him. Everyone, except that red haired girl that is… He didn’t even ask her what her name was and now he felt incredibly stupid for not doing so. He messed up on his only chance to meet someone new… And plus, she was pretty cute…
“Wait, what am I thinking?!” Ash thought to him self. “I don’t know what’s come over me ever since I met that girl… Well whatever it is, I got to stop or else I know the same thing will happen over again. I’ll just wind up losing her…” Upon going over his last comment, he stomped on the hard wooden floor of the hall and stopped where he was standing. His stomach growled and he grasped it as he felt it rumble inside his body. He had to get something to eat. He turned the corner at the end of the hallway and walked down the staircase at the end that led to the cafeteria.
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He stepped into the lunch line and took a white tray at the beginning of the metal tray line. Women in hairnets stood at the other side of the food line with ladles in their hand ready to slop that poor excuse they called food they were serving onto the student’s tray. He took some pureed green stuff that looked like it had blended from an assortment of week-old leftovers as well as some chicken fingers and he walked towards the end of the line where an old lady in a hairnet waited for the students to swipe their ID so their food could be charged to the school’s account. Ash reached the old lady and she asked him for his ID. He took out a small white ID with his blurry picture on it and she scanned the barcode on the front to check if it was valid.
“I’m sorry, but your ID wasn’t accepted. Leave your food at the beginning of the line please,” she replied in a squeaky voice. She signaled for the student behind him to come forward, but Ash wasn’t moving.
“But… what do you mean that my ID wasn’t accepted? There has to be another way,” Ash replied desperately as he could feel how empty his stomach was. The old lady was about to scold him for being insubordinate, but suddenly a red haired student stepped forward and gave the lady an ID card.
“Here he can use mine,” she said softly as the old lady shrugged and took the ID card from her. Ash’s mouth was left open in shock. Why was this girl so nice to him? She turned to look at him, but he quickly looked away in order to avoid her absorbing eyes. The old lady was done scanning the ID and turned to Ash impatiently,
“Well come on young man, we don’t have all day! Get off the line so the other students can get their food!” Ash snapped back to his senses and he went to retrieve his food when the red haired girl stepped forward and took the tray.
“Ah! This is my food, if you recall correctly,” she teased with a smirk. “If you want this food, just follow me.” She walked past him giggling to herself as she exited through the doors before throwing him one last glance. He felt his heart sink, but he knew this was the perfect opportunity to find out who this girl really was and figure out her intentions...
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The sun shone brightly on the green hill at the back of the boarding school. Ash walked through the back door and looked around for the red haired girl until he spotted her waiting for him at the base of the hill. Once she spotted him, she waved her hand in the air and signaled for him to come closer. He followed her as she waited for him until he got closer. Then she started to walk up the hill before he could reach her with tray in hand as he looked back at her hopelessly. He lowered his head and began to follow her, his stomach growling ferociously all the while he was walking towards her.
He finally reached the top of the hill and found his tray lying on the ground all by itself next to a lonely tree that sat at the top of the hill. He knelt down and went to pick up the tray when the red haired girl leaped from behind the tree. She yelled loudly which startled him and he fell backwards as she laughed mischievously.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” she said smiling as she offered her hand to him. He felt embarrassed with himself as he took her hand. She didn’t lift him up though; rather she began to drag him closer to the tree and, before he could do anything about it, she had him trapped between her arms as she sat down right next to him. Ash squirmed uncomfortably as she leaned over him to pick up his tray, causing her to giggle.
“Why are you so shy?” she replied with a small smile as she took a chicken finger and nibbled on it. He avoided her gaze by looking straight at his black and white sneakers and shrugged awkwardly; he could feel her eyes burning into him as well as her hot breath on his face. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes; she was extremely close to his face as if she could look into him and find out all she wanted to know just by standing close to him. She finally sat back and released her trap on him by removing her arms from around him. He stood up with food tray in hand and was about to leave when he heard her soft voice speak once again,
“Don’t leave me yet…Ash.” That name… It froze him in his steps and he turned around to look at her. Her sea green eyes pleaded with him and he felt himself being dragged closer to her without even being aware of it. He gave in and sat right next to her as he began to eat his food all the while gazing at the view from the top of the hill. It overlooked a wide city that was complete with tiny suburban houses overshadowed by tall buildings and modern cars that traveled quietly across the streets with people packed onto the sidewalks. The city was still and quiet as his eyes passed over the brown rooftops of the small houses. A gentle wind passed and it rustled the leaves of the tree slightly, carrying two sole leaves and carrying them to the vast city.
He turned to look at her and he saw that she had been staring at him the whole time. He quickly turned away as he blushed slightly as Misty looked back at him, curiously smiling. She leaned closer to him and she spoke softly and gently.
“So Ash, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?” He turned to face her and could feel his blood rushing to his head as his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
“Well what about you? You haven’t even told me your name! Why are you so interested in me anyway?! I’m nobody! Why should-” She placed her finger on his lips as she smiled. He was instantly quieted and he calmed down as she turned to look at the cloudless blue sky.
“My name is Misty. Misty Waterflower if you didn’t know by now,” she said still gazing dreamily at the sky. “And well the reason I’m so interested in you is…” She paused for a moment and drifted off into space as she looked blankly up at the sky yet with a faint look of deep thought, until she snapped out of it and turned to look at him. “You’re just so cute!” She pinched his cheek playfully as he turned a deep red. She let go of his cheek and leaned back on the trunk of the tree, smiling slightly as her cheeks were tinted a faint pink until she turned serious and began to go back into her state of pensiveness.
He decided to leave it off there; he was too embarrassed to continue the conversation anymore and he didn’t feel like disrupting her thoughts so he leaned back on the tree as well, staring out to the city below known as Cerulean City. She stared at the sky once more before she realized something and began to search the pockets of her blue shorts. She pulled out a small light blue palm sized notebook and opened it up. She smiled warmly as she looked at the contents of her notebook. Ash looked over Misty’s shoulder curiously and she looked at him before turning back towards the notebook.
“You want to know more about me? Here look,” she shifted closer to Ash and opened the notebook. His eye’s widened as he looked over what was on the paper. Carefully sketched out on the paper was something unlike he had ever seen before. A star-like creature with a shaded gem in the middle of its body was drawn out, expertly drawn with effects to make it appear 3 dimensional and meticulously shaded to give it depth. Ash looked up at her and she turned the page for him as she began to explain,
“Whenever I have any free time, I make these drawings. I guess you would call it a hobby,” she added with that beautiful smile that would suck Ash’s breath from his body. He looked over the other sketch on the next page: a short rodent looked back with a small smirk on its face. It had black eyes and a lightning bolt shaped tail with long pointy ears and short arms and legs. Ash was especially entranced with this picture: there was something specific about this creature that attracted his attention so much…
“Do you have a name for these things?” Ash asked, still focusing intently on the chubby rodent.
“Yeah, I call them Pocket Monsters.” He looked back at her strangely.
“What kind of name is that?”
“Well I always keep this notebook in my pocket and I chose monsters because, well if you take a look at the next page…” She flipped the sketch of the yellow rodent to reveal a terrifying drawing that made Ash jump backwards as if he was electrocuted. A tall cat-like creature was pictured standing up on its two hind legs with its skinny arms reared back, charging some kind of energy ball in between its palms. It had a long tail that reached the back of its body and it had a strange tube coming from its back to its head. What terrified Ash the most of this monster were its eyes. Its eyes were fierce and full of power and scorn. The sketch was drawn powerfully with bold black lines outlining the shape of this monster with a minimum amount of shading. Ash turned to her and he could see that she was also looking thoughtfully at her drawing.
“I was having a really bad time on that day… It was as if it just sprung from my pencil and onto the paper.” Misty recalled somberly as she looked over Ash’s shoulder at her drawing. Chills were sent down his spine as he continued to look at it until Misty took the notebook from his hand after she saw how much it unnerved him. He slowly regained his composure as she put the book in her pocket.
“Come on Ash, I think it’s time to go back.” She extended her hand to help him back up. The sun caught her hair and she shone brilliantly in Ash’s eyes. He remained where he was sitting, entranced by her with his mouth wide open, and she glanced around awkwardly. He realized suddenly how he stupid he must’ve looked because he quickly turned away and hid his embarrassment from her by hiding his face with his hat. She blushed, but she lightly kicked him in the shin and quickly pulled him up by the wrist as he reached forward to grab his leg in pain. He paused for a moment as he looked her squarely in the eyes before she turned him around and began to push him down the hill, back to the boarding school and back to class.
“You don’t want to be late now do you, Ash?”
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The day had gone by slowly, but Ash had managed to make it through the rest of his classes. Misty was in all of his classes and she had been the light out of what would’ve been a dark day for Ash. Once the final bell had rung, he stayed with Misty for a while to see what was next now that classes were finished. They stood outside of the classroom as she leaned against the brick wall of the hallway as people passed her by, throwing her strange looks as she spoke with ‘the new guy,’ as Ash was known.
“So now what do we do?” Ash asked, messing around with his cap by crumpling it up.
“Well, now, people usually go eat dinner then go back to their rooms and do their homework and fall asleep. And if I recall, you’ve got a lot of homework to do young man!” She poked him playfully in the side and he jumped as she laughed out loud. She then turned around and said goodbye as she waved at him. He waved back and smiled though deep down he was sad to see her leave.
She was already becoming what he dreaded and feared the most: someone who actually mattered to him.
Closing Comments: On Wednesday the next chapter will be posted up and on Sunday the last chapter will be finished and I will put all of the pieces of the puzzle together as well as explaining what the bolded and underlined words stand for.
Any comments and/or suggestions would be appreciated!
Well today's the tenth anniversary of Pokeshipping!
As promised, I've written a fic in celebration for it. This is a three part chapter fic that takes place in a parallel universe of Pokemon where the creatures don't exist and it will have a surprise twist thrown in at the end of this week. I want to see if someone can guess what the ending is going to be though I doubt any of you will get it right (which is why hints will be bolded and italicized just to help you out ) Anyway, here's the first chapter of the fic, hope you enjoy it!!! No One Knows But You
Sunday:
Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat.
The sounds of slow footsteps echoed through the dark and empty hallway. Closed doors looked on silently as a dark haired teenage boy walked slowly down the hall with his hands in his blue denim jacket as he looked down at his black and white sneakers solemnly.
“I’m Ash Ketchum, the Nobody Boy, the Boy that Nobody Cares About or Cares to Listen to,” he thought sadly to himself. His life had always seemed to be impossible to him since his childhood, even dating back to the day he’d been born… From the second he had started his life in the outside world, he had already lost his mother as she sacrificed all of her energy to giving him to the light. After coping with the absence of his mother his whole childhood, his father was killed in a town fire when he was seven as he pushed Ash outside of their house before it collapsed on top of him. He had lost everything that day: his father who was the only one he had left in the world, his only home, all of his friends, all burnt to Ashes before his eyes…
He shook the nightmarish memories away as he approached a wooden door. He needed to snap back to normal. He was going to start all over, build up a new life in this boarding school he had found out after living on the road for ten years. He had lived on the roads for years since he was too scared to go back to society. Never did he want to go near anyone again, not after that day… Why? Just so he could bring destruction to everyone else? Just so he could lose everything he had fought for so hard all over again?
But he knew he had to do something with his life... What would his father or his mother think of him if they had seen him now; a bum on the road with no home or friends?
He twisted the doorknob of the wooden door and he took a deep breath. He slowly opened the door and stepped into the classroom. The room was encased in silence. Everyone stared at him with curiosity as to who he was or with agitation for disrupting their school lesson.
“Excuse me, what is your name?” the teacher questioned as she furrowed her brow, looking at him between a pair of thick spectacles. She was a woman in her early forties though her appearance didn’t reflect it. Her light brown hair was thinning and her thin face was giving in to the wearing effects of time as well as her portly body. He opened his mouth to speak, but she quickly interrupted him.
“Oh, I see… You’re the new transfer student,” she said as she quickly turned away from him to busy herself with something else, as if she didn’t care about him. She sifted through the papers on her desk as Ash stood in front of the door, fidgeting nervously with his red and white cap since he wasn’t permitted to wear hats indoors. He felt everyone’s eyes center in on him and he began to sweat as he grew even more anxious.
“Um...Excuse me Miss?” he said quietly. She didn’t hear him as she mumbled to herself as she looked through her papers for his file. He repeated himself in a louder tone, but she still didn’t say anything though it was apparent that everyone else had heard him since they were all staring at him blankly.
“Miss Goodwill?” A girl raised her hand as she looked up at the teacher. Ash turned to look at who had spoken and froze as he saw who it was. He stared at her, as if he was mystified by her appearance. Everything that was happening at the moment was now silenced out as he gazed at this girl. She had beautiful red hair that she kept tied up in a small ponytail that she wore to the side. Blue-green eyes that reflected the sea as if he could swim in them… A gentle smile that brought light to any night…
“EXCUSE ME!!!” Miss Goodwill yelled at the top of her voice as she distorted her face to furious proportions. Ash quickly snapped out of his trance and instantly felt embarrassed with himself for staring at that girl like that. He didn’t know what came over him…
“Well since I see you’re so infatuated with Miss Waterflower, I don’t see why you shouldn’t take a seat right next to her. If you would Mister Thomas, please relocate yourself elsewhere so our new visitor here could sit next to his object of admiration,” she said with sweeping gestures of her hand. The ‘Thomas’ that she was referring to stood up from his chair with a look of annoyance and, as Ash went to claim his seat, bumped into him intentionally. The papers that were in Ash’s arms after just receiving them from the teacher fell down and scattered all over the floor. Everyone erupted into laughter as he began to pick up his belongings quickly, not able to bear all this attention that he drew to himself after living so long in obscurity. He gathered his papers into one neat pile and sat down in his chair, looking intently at the white sheets, as he didn’t want to look at anyone else. He could feel the red headed girl looking at him and, from the corner of his eye, he could see that he was right. She looked at him at first then turned to see if the teacher was looking. Once she saw that the coast was clear, she turned to him again.
“Psst! Hey! What’s your name?” she whispered quietly with a smile on her face. Ash turned to face her. Everything about her seemed to radiate even though the windows were all blinded from the bright day outside.
“…Ash Ketchum.” He hadn’t said that name in such a long time. If it weren’t for the fact that it was also his father’s name, he surely would’ve forgotten it by now.
“Ash? That’s a funny name!” she giggled. He bowed his head in embarrassment. Why was this girl so interested in him? Out of everyone in the whole room she could speak to, she had to choose him…
“Do you have something you wish to share with the whole class, Miss Waterflower? Or would you like to talk with your friend there after class in detention?” the teacher said in an authoritative tone that seemed more like she was making a statement than asking a question.
“Well I was wondering why you hadn’t introduced Ash yet,” the red headed girl replied.
“Who?” Miss Goodwill said not willing to play guessing games in the middle of her math class.
“Ash!” the girl said pointing towards the dark haired boy sitting next to her. He felt everyone’s eyes burn on him again and he covered the back of his head as if it helped him keep everyone’s eyes off of him.
“Oh, you mean our visitor here. Well, I’m sorry then, I guess I’ll take some time out of our lesson just so we can introduce this one student!” Miss Goodwill replied sarcastically, turning back to the blackboard to resume her lesson on Algebraic equations. By now, Ash had felt like the lowest of all things imaginable and he felt like this should be the last place he should be. He buried his head into his arms and pretended to not move at all, like a stone, so he could let the world pass by him.
“Well his name is Ash Ketchum!” Misty replied crossly as she glared up at her teacher.
“Yes, yes, that’s fine, now onto the lesson shall we?”
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Ash walked sullenly out of the class once the bell rang. Math class was torturous as he attempted to catch up on the lesson that she was currently teaching. It had been so long since he was in a class. He remembered the basics he had learned in preschool, but that was it. He tried telling that to the director of the St. Delia’s Boarding School, but he had completely ignored him to the point where Ash just gave up. Even if he tried to tell her to slow down, Ash knew she would probably ignore him and continue on with the lesson as if nothing was said. He sighed sadly and continued to walk down the lonely hallway. It was now time for their lunch break and everyone was either in the cafeteria or outside gathered in their own little groups. Ash was by himself since no one seemed interested enough to talk to him. Everyone, except that red haired girl that is… He didn’t even ask her what her name was and now he felt incredibly stupid for not doing so. He messed up on his only chance to meet someone new… And plus, she was pretty cute…
“Wait, what am I thinking?!” Ash thought to him self. “I don’t know what’s come over me ever since I met that girl… Well whatever it is, I got to stop or else I know the same thing will happen over again. I’ll just wind up losing her…” Upon going over his last comment, he stomped on the hard wooden floor of the hall and stopped where he was standing. His stomach growled and he grasped it as he felt it rumble inside his body. He had to get something to eat. He turned the corner at the end of the hallway and walked down the staircase at the end that led to the cafeteria.
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He stepped into the lunch line and took a white tray at the beginning of the metal tray line. Women in hairnets stood at the other side of the food line with ladles in their hand ready to slop that poor excuse they called food they were serving onto the student’s tray. He took some pureed green stuff that looked like it had blended from an assortment of week-old leftovers as well as some chicken fingers and he walked towards the end of the line where an old lady in a hairnet waited for the students to swipe their ID so their food could be charged to the school’s account. Ash reached the old lady and she asked him for his ID. He took out a small white ID with his blurry picture on it and she scanned the barcode on the front to check if it was valid.
“I’m sorry, but your ID wasn’t accepted. Leave your food at the beginning of the line please,” she replied in a squeaky voice. She signaled for the student behind him to come forward, but Ash wasn’t moving.
“But… what do you mean that my ID wasn’t accepted? There has to be another way,” Ash replied desperately as he could feel how empty his stomach was. The old lady was about to scold him for being insubordinate, but suddenly a red haired student stepped forward and gave the lady an ID card.
“Here he can use mine,” she said softly as the old lady shrugged and took the ID card from her. Ash’s mouth was left open in shock. Why was this girl so nice to him? She turned to look at him, but he quickly looked away in order to avoid her absorbing eyes. The old lady was done scanning the ID and turned to Ash impatiently,
“Well come on young man, we don’t have all day! Get off the line so the other students can get their food!” Ash snapped back to his senses and he went to retrieve his food when the red haired girl stepped forward and took the tray.
“Ah! This is my food, if you recall correctly,” she teased with a smirk. “If you want this food, just follow me.” She walked past him giggling to herself as she exited through the doors before throwing him one last glance. He felt his heart sink, but he knew this was the perfect opportunity to find out who this girl really was and figure out her intentions...
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The sun shone brightly on the green hill at the back of the boarding school. Ash walked through the back door and looked around for the red haired girl until he spotted her waiting for him at the base of the hill. Once she spotted him, she waved her hand in the air and signaled for him to come closer. He followed her as she waited for him until he got closer. Then she started to walk up the hill before he could reach her with tray in hand as he looked back at her hopelessly. He lowered his head and began to follow her, his stomach growling ferociously all the while he was walking towards her.
He finally reached the top of the hill and found his tray lying on the ground all by itself next to a lonely tree that sat at the top of the hill. He knelt down and went to pick up the tray when the red haired girl leaped from behind the tree. She yelled loudly which startled him and he fell backwards as she laughed mischievously.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it,” she said smiling as she offered her hand to him. He felt embarrassed with himself as he took her hand. She didn’t lift him up though; rather she began to drag him closer to the tree and, before he could do anything about it, she had him trapped between her arms as she sat down right next to him. Ash squirmed uncomfortably as she leaned over him to pick up his tray, causing her to giggle.
“Why are you so shy?” she replied with a small smile as she took a chicken finger and nibbled on it. He avoided her gaze by looking straight at his black and white sneakers and shrugged awkwardly; he could feel her eyes burning into him as well as her hot breath on his face. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes; she was extremely close to his face as if she could look into him and find out all she wanted to know just by standing close to him. She finally sat back and released her trap on him by removing her arms from around him. He stood up with food tray in hand and was about to leave when he heard her soft voice speak once again,
“Don’t leave me yet…Ash.” That name… It froze him in his steps and he turned around to look at her. Her sea green eyes pleaded with him and he felt himself being dragged closer to her without even being aware of it. He gave in and sat right next to her as he began to eat his food all the while gazing at the view from the top of the hill. It overlooked a wide city that was complete with tiny suburban houses overshadowed by tall buildings and modern cars that traveled quietly across the streets with people packed onto the sidewalks. The city was still and quiet as his eyes passed over the brown rooftops of the small houses. A gentle wind passed and it rustled the leaves of the tree slightly, carrying two sole leaves and carrying them to the vast city.
He turned to look at her and he saw that she had been staring at him the whole time. He quickly turned away as he blushed slightly as Misty looked back at him, curiously smiling. She leaned closer to him and she spoke softly and gently.
“So Ash, why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself?” He turned to face her and could feel his blood rushing to his head as his heart beat rapidly in his chest.
“Well what about you? You haven’t even told me your name! Why are you so interested in me anyway?! I’m nobody! Why should-” She placed her finger on his lips as she smiled. He was instantly quieted and he calmed down as she turned to look at the cloudless blue sky.
“My name is Misty. Misty Waterflower if you didn’t know by now,” she said still gazing dreamily at the sky. “And well the reason I’m so interested in you is…” She paused for a moment and drifted off into space as she looked blankly up at the sky yet with a faint look of deep thought, until she snapped out of it and turned to look at him. “You’re just so cute!” She pinched his cheek playfully as he turned a deep red. She let go of his cheek and leaned back on the trunk of the tree, smiling slightly as her cheeks were tinted a faint pink until she turned serious and began to go back into her state of pensiveness.
He decided to leave it off there; he was too embarrassed to continue the conversation anymore and he didn’t feel like disrupting her thoughts so he leaned back on the tree as well, staring out to the city below known as Cerulean City. She stared at the sky once more before she realized something and began to search the pockets of her blue shorts. She pulled out a small light blue palm sized notebook and opened it up. She smiled warmly as she looked at the contents of her notebook. Ash looked over Misty’s shoulder curiously and she looked at him before turning back towards the notebook.
“You want to know more about me? Here look,” she shifted closer to Ash and opened the notebook. His eye’s widened as he looked over what was on the paper. Carefully sketched out on the paper was something unlike he had ever seen before. A star-like creature with a shaded gem in the middle of its body was drawn out, expertly drawn with effects to make it appear 3 dimensional and meticulously shaded to give it depth. Ash looked up at her and she turned the page for him as she began to explain,
“Whenever I have any free time, I make these drawings. I guess you would call it a hobby,” she added with that beautiful smile that would suck Ash’s breath from his body. He looked over the other sketch on the next page: a short rodent looked back with a small smirk on its face. It had black eyes and a lightning bolt shaped tail with long pointy ears and short arms and legs. Ash was especially entranced with this picture: there was something specific about this creature that attracted his attention so much…
“Do you have a name for these things?” Ash asked, still focusing intently on the chubby rodent.
“Yeah, I call them Pocket Monsters.” He looked back at her strangely.
“What kind of name is that?”
“Well I always keep this notebook in my pocket and I chose monsters because, well if you take a look at the next page…” She flipped the sketch of the yellow rodent to reveal a terrifying drawing that made Ash jump backwards as if he was electrocuted. A tall cat-like creature was pictured standing up on its two hind legs with its skinny arms reared back, charging some kind of energy ball in between its palms. It had a long tail that reached the back of its body and it had a strange tube coming from its back to its head. What terrified Ash the most of this monster were its eyes. Its eyes were fierce and full of power and scorn. The sketch was drawn powerfully with bold black lines outlining the shape of this monster with a minimum amount of shading. Ash turned to her and he could see that she was also looking thoughtfully at her drawing.
“I was having a really bad time on that day… It was as if it just sprung from my pencil and onto the paper.” Misty recalled somberly as she looked over Ash’s shoulder at her drawing. Chills were sent down his spine as he continued to look at it until Misty took the notebook from his hand after she saw how much it unnerved him. He slowly regained his composure as she put the book in her pocket.
“Come on Ash, I think it’s time to go back.” She extended her hand to help him back up. The sun caught her hair and she shone brilliantly in Ash’s eyes. He remained where he was sitting, entranced by her with his mouth wide open, and she glanced around awkwardly. He realized suddenly how he stupid he must’ve looked because he quickly turned away and hid his embarrassment from her by hiding his face with his hat. She blushed, but she lightly kicked him in the shin and quickly pulled him up by the wrist as he reached forward to grab his leg in pain. He paused for a moment as he looked her squarely in the eyes before she turned him around and began to push him down the hill, back to the boarding school and back to class.
“You don’t want to be late now do you, Ash?”
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The day had gone by slowly, but Ash had managed to make it through the rest of his classes. Misty was in all of his classes and she had been the light out of what would’ve been a dark day for Ash. Once the final bell had rung, he stayed with Misty for a while to see what was next now that classes were finished. They stood outside of the classroom as she leaned against the brick wall of the hallway as people passed her by, throwing her strange looks as she spoke with ‘the new guy,’ as Ash was known.
“So now what do we do?” Ash asked, messing around with his cap by crumpling it up.
“Well, now, people usually go eat dinner then go back to their rooms and do their homework and fall asleep. And if I recall, you’ve got a lot of homework to do young man!” She poked him playfully in the side and he jumped as she laughed out loud. She then turned around and said goodbye as she waved at him. He waved back and smiled though deep down he was sad to see her leave.
She was already becoming what he dreaded and feared the most: someone who actually mattered to him.
Closing Comments: On Wednesday the next chapter will be posted up and on Sunday the last chapter will be finished and I will put all of the pieces of the puzzle together as well as explaining what the bolded and underlined words stand for.
Any comments and/or suggestions would be appreciated!
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