Brothers and Sisters

Author’s notes: Ok, I know I promised to finish SWU, but I have writers block. This story is meant to replace BYC, because I have decided not to continue BYC. This is not a straight out romance story. It is full of Angst, ranting, and POV musing. And I am a dedicated Poke/Sakashipper, so this is NOT a Egoshippy (GAMRN) fic. Oh and thanks go out to Misty Ketchum and Joy-girl for all the reviews, and to Traveler, AnZcHeLuPa, and Lexy-eevee for Beta-reading.

Chapter 1: Waiting

Ash’s POV (point of view):

I sit at the couch in May’s house-sized hotel room. I’m playing SD GGeneration-0. Sort of. I play the game with only half my mind. The other half is trying to figure out exactly what it is that I fear before the worry changes to panic. Confused already? It gets worse.

I guess I better start with why I am sitting alone in the hotel room of one of my best friends at 8:14 PM, playing a Play-Station game. Well, you see there is this Rich family here in Veridian City. They are the Westons. If you check their family line they are of the noble family that ruled Veridian in the middle ages. How do I know this? Well, despite was Misty says about my intelligence, I have a great appreciation of literature, and a love of history. Misty… Ooops! Getting a little ahead of myself there. Lord and Lady Veridian (sarcasm) have a son called James who ran away because the girl his family chose for him to marry, Jessibelle, is a real psychopath. I’m not kidding. She tortures him with a whip and … other things. (Trust me you don’t want to know what other things.) She even has her pokemon attack James directly. I’m surprised that hasn’t killed him. James joined this criminal organization called Team Rocket. Together with a girl named Jessie, he goes around trying to steal people’s pokemon in general, and my Pikachu in particular. He hasn’t had much success in the later.

Well, enough about James, back to his parents. They have been trying to get James back for years, even faking their own deaths, in one incident I witnessed. Well anyway the ploy they used this time was throwing a Pokemon Trainer’s Ball. James’s job is to steal pokemon. There would be hundreds of trainers at the ball. Each with at least one pokemon. An opportunity that James could ill-afford to pass up. Did I mention that James hadn’t been doing well recently, and could really use a raise? But there is one little flaw in the plan. James is not stupid. Well, the ball is going on right now, but I think, no I know that James will not be there. He almost ended up being stuck with Jessibelle the last time, and nothing less than the fires of hell it’s self would compel him to go back there.. Which meant that the "Boss" of Team Rocket, would send a different group. Most likely Butch and Cassidy.

Which was why I had sent Pikachu with Misty. With Charizard’s pokeball in case she needs backup. Misty. Yes, I said, with Misty. I’m not at the ball. Misty is. With Gary, of all people. She’s on a date with Gary. Misty is my best friend, well, best human friend. (Pikachu is my best friend.) Gary used to be my best friend when we were little. I know both of them very well. Well enough to know that their date will not go well. Not at all.

That’s why I’m so worried. I would hate to have to tell Professor Oak that my best friend killed/severely injured his grandson. So here I wait. Waiting for my best friend to come back from a date which any of us could have told her would have been a disaster. May Oak could have, because she knows that Misty is not the type of girl that her brother usually pursues. Tracy could have, with his amazing skills at analyzing people. Both of them are at the ball, together, of course. But Misty wouldn’t listen, even if we did try to tell her. So we said nothing. Now I wonder if that was a wise choice.

It’s hard, waiting like this. I’m waiting to see what she looks like. Will she be upset? Angry? And if so, at whom? I can’t get my mind off of her. I find myself praying that Misty will be alright. I look up at the clock on the wall again and again. Every minute or so. Part of me is anxious to see Misty. The other part is filled with dread. Dread at what might happen. Part of me hopes that the date will go smoothly. But I know it wont. And the other half of me rebels at the very thought of Misty and Gary getting together.

Ok. I admit it. I have a crush on Misty. Wait just a crush? No I have never had a crush on Misty. A crush is when you feel attracted to someone because of some biochemical reactions. (like I said, I’m smarter than Misty gives me credit for.) It’s merely brought about by pheromones. The way I feel towards her is so much more than that. I guess you could say it’s love. I do admire Misty for her beauty. She has a great figure, never mind all those people who say she is scrawny. Those beautiful eyes, with that twinkle that always shows when she’s in a mischievous mood. Her orange-red hair, which she only lets down very rarely. (Probably a good thing too, because I have a hard time focusing on anything else when she has her hair down.) Despite what her sisters say, In my opinion she is way past Sensational.

The knob turned. The door opened. Two male jaws dropped at the vision of loveliness that stepped forth. Misty looked radiant in her blue silk dress. Both of the boys were rendered temporarily speechless.

"Well?" Misty said, breaking the silence.

"Wow," Ash finally managed.

Brock snapped back to consciousness a moment later. "You’re going to knock Gary out." Misty giggled.

"I take back every comment on your lack of a fashion sense," Ash said.

"Is that an apology?" Misty asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Sorry." There was a glazed look in Ash’s eye, not unlike the one in Brock’s eyes when he saw a Nurse Joy.

Misty giggled again. "Accepted. But you better not do it again." Misty checked her watch. "I better be going. Bye. Take good care of Togepi."

"I will," Ash assured her. He continued to stare out after her even after she left.

Brock snapped his fingers in front of Ash’s eyes to snap him out of his trance. "You got it bad, man."

Ash sat down heavily on the bed behind him. "I’m just glad she didn’t let her hair down."

"How come?"

"I don’t think I would have been able to speak at all."

"You’ve got it really bad," Brock amended.

Did I mention that Brock is at the ball too? With Suzie, the girl who ran that Pokemon salon. Which means that Misty owes me fifty bucks. Back on the subject of Misty. It’s not her beauty that I love her for. It’s… a lot of things. Her cheerfulness. Her great compassion and empathy towards others. How she is always there for me when I need her. I guess you could call it inner beauty.

There’s the sound of an explosion from the Weston estate. That would be Team Rocket blasting off. I check the clock. 8:22. It wouldn’t be long now. On the screen, Quattro Bajina racked up yet another kill. I guess I just have to wait.

End of chapter 1

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