By: Enja
Ash’s P.O.V.
I stared up to the sky, it wasn’t like last
night. Last night it was all starry and bright. Tonight it was cloudy and dark.
Most of all, I was miserable… In the polls Franky was probably forty percent
ahead of me. “Just look at them!” Franky had his arms around Misty and Misty
had a small smile on her face, while snuggled up against him. I had no chance.
I mean who would
want a wannabe Pokemon trainer? Plus to all of that I was selfish, shrimpy,
stupid, and on top of that, I was probably one of the most rude and ugly
creatures on this planet. Misty wouldn’t want someone who was a year younger
anyways.
Tears started
leaking out of my eyes. “I don’t think anyone could love me over Franky…or
maybe at all…” I muttered and rolled over in my sleeping bag and cried silently
into the night.
Misty’s
P.O.V.
I woke to soft sobs. My eyes slowly opened. I found arms around me, Franky’s. I slowly and carefully lifted his arms off me. Was it Brock sobbing over the phone and Lina? No, it didn’t sound like Brock, the voice was higher pitched. It was Ash.
“Ash?” No
answer. I called his name again. Still no answer. I got up from my sleeping bag
and walked over to Ash. I set my hand on his shoulder. “Ash?” He looked up from
his water logged pillow. Tear stains everywhere. “Ash, what’s wrong?” I kept my
hand on his shoulder.
“Misty, do you
hate me?” This came as a shock to me.
“What!?!?!? I
would never hate you, Ash? Oh, is this about Franky?” I had a small grin on my
face. I soon learned that that was a mistake. Ash immediately turned his head
the other way. “Oh come on Ash!” I whispered loudly. “You’re jealous.”
“NO! He loves
you, Misty.” I small smile crept up my face.
“He does?” Ash
nodded furiously.
“You know what
he said, Misty? He said it was competition.”
Confusion was
written over my face now. “What do you mean ‘competition’? Ash swallowed hard.
“He meant it. Because
Misty, what you don’t know is I love you too…” After that Ash bolted out of his
sleeping bag and ran away. But before he did I swore I heard, ‘but you could
never love me…’
Pikachu who was
sleeping next to the fire, his ears twitched. He opened his eyes half way, only
to see Ash’s disappearing figure. He immediately got up and ran after Ash.
“PIKAPI!” (ASH!) It was so loud that it woke up Brock and Franky.
I just stood
there astonished. He loved me… I had given up on Ash. Well at least I tried. When
Franky turned up it took Ash off my mind. I thought that he could never ever
love me back. And at the same time my first crush loved me too. How could
Franky do that though. I was not some prize. Love is not a victory march. I
think Ash understood that too.
“Huh???” Brock
asked, rubbing his eyes. Franky immediately got up and put his arms around me.
I blinked several times. I even pinched myself to see if this was a dream. It
was real though.
“What’s wrong,
Misty?” Franky asked. He took no notice that Ash or Pikachu wasn’t there. I did
not answer. Brock ran right in front of me and grasped my shoulders.
“Misty?” How could I answer? I was speechless. Instead of talking I tore after Ash.
Ash’s
P.O.V.
Tears flew by me as
I ran at top speed. Pikachu was centimeters behind me, trying to stop me. I
couldn’t believe I told her. She loved Franky, you should have seen her face
when I told her he loved her. She had a huge grin on her face. It was her dream
come true and my dream shattered. She’s probably laughing and dancing right
now, celebrating.
I had been going for quite awhile now and I
was getting extremely tired now. My breathing, deep, and now my fatigue was
getting to me from lack of sleep. I slowed to a stop and sat on the ground and
leaned against a tree. Pikachu came trotting up to me and collapsed on my legs.
I picked him up, carefully, and hugged him tightly.
“PREPARE FOR
TROUBLE!”
“AND MAKE THAT
DOUBLE!”
I sighed. “Team Rocket,
would you please just go away and leave me alone?” I choked out between sobs.
“No way! We’ve got
a trick up our sleeves this time!”
“Pikachu
Thunderbolt.” Pikachu nodded and jumped up, unleashing electricity.
I just sat there,
without my victory smile. I sat there, not listening to the calls of the
forest, the danger of the skies, not anything. I only felt a small creature
curl up on my lap. I slowly fell into a sleep, who knows, would I wake up?
Misty’s
P.O.V. FOUR HOURS
LATER
I ran through the forest, stopping
to listen every once in awhile, checking behind every tree for Ash and Pikachu.
I searched well over four hours. I ignored the calls from Brock and Franky. I
stopped to catch my breath like I did when I was forced. When I stopped, my
breathing stopped completely. My eyes wide, could clearly make out Ash and
Pikachu. Pikachu was asleep and Ash was…really pale. I went up to him and
touched his face which was stone cold.
“Ash?” I asked,
hoping to get an answer. No answer. I checked his pulse. He wasn’t dead…yet.
His pulse was slowly fading away. Many tears rolled out of my eyes. Pikachu
woke up when a few of my tears dropped on his head.
“Pika?”
(Misty?) I gestured my head towards Ash who was on his last minutes. Pikachu
did not speak. His round brown eyes slowly watered as he curled up on Ash’s
stomach.
I felt Ash’s
pulse leave it’s last beat behind. “NO!” I called.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!
A/n- sad, angsty chapter. The next chapter is when the plot comes in! I sense Enja needs REVIEWS!