I’m
staring into the night,
Trying to hide the pain
Ash let the pink handkerchief slip through his fingers in
calm smooth motions. He looked out into the black forest. Behind him a friendly
fire glowed, and his three friends chatted on about the days events, but he
felt like he was completely alone.
He missed her.
Ash stared at the pink
handkerchief, and continued to wallow in the depressing, and undeniable, fact
that she was not there and wouldn’t be coming back. He had endured pain before
but nothing like this.
“Hey, Ash what’s that?”
Max inquired, casting a shadow and blocking what firelight managed to leak into
his corner. Ash’s eyes widened and he jammed the handkerchief into pocket.
“What’s what Max?” Ash asked in feigned stupidity. They had caught Brock and May’s attention now too.
“That thing you were
holding, it looked like a piece of cloth or something,” Max said curiously.
“ Cha pika
pikachupi,”(He misses Misty) Pikachu muttered.
“You shut up!” Ash
snapped, “I do NOT miss her”
“Who? Who do you miss,
Ash?” May asked gently.
“Nobody, I don’t miss
anybody May,” He growled. Brock opened his mouth to say something but Ash
gave him a deadly glare, and he kept his it shut. Both Max and May looked at
him surprised. He pulled off his sweatshirt and carelessly threw it on ground,
his hat followed.
“I’m going to bed,” he
grumbled.
Once he had safely
burrowed into his sleeping bag he pulled that simple piece of cloth out again,
and tied it around his wrist.
I’m going to the place where love
And feeling
good don’t ever cost
A thing. And
the pain you feel
Is a different
kind of pain.
Ash was stuffing his sleeping bag into his backpack along with several other things. He was alone in the campsite, May and Max had gone to explore or something, and Brock was looking for fruit, he hadn’t really been paying attention.
“Hey Pikachu have you
seen my wallet? I thought I left it in…” he began to riffle through his over
full back pack.
“chu pi pikachu” (check
the outside pocket) the electric mouse suggested.
“A-ha I found it!” he
exclaimed sticking it into his back pocket. The rest of the gang walked into
camp right about then.
“Ash, what are you
doing?” May asked, glancing between Ash and his backpack. Ignoring her he swung
said backpack onto his shoulder, and Pikachu assumed his permanent place of
attachment on his friends hat.
“Where are you going
Ash?” Brock demanded.
Well,
I’m going home. back to
The place where
I belong,
“Home? You mean to
pallet?” Max asked, confused.
“Pallet? Oh, right where
my house is. No, I’m not going to pallet”
“If your not going to
Pallet then where are you going,” May pressed. Brock grinned, suddenly,
as the realization hit him.
“Cerulean City,” Ash
said, as if it were obvious.
And where your love has
always
Been enough for me
I’m not running from.
“What’s in Cerulean City?” May wondered out loud, as they watched Ash
walk back to the last city they had been to. Apparently he was going to catch a
plane.
“You know, there’s the sun and the surf, and there’s this really nice
seafood place on the corner of…what was that street again…mhmmm…” Brock
rambled.
“Brock, I highly doubt Ash is going all the way to Cerulean City for
seafood,” Max said irritably.
“Oh, and there’s a girl,” Brock smirked at the looks he received.
“Ash is going to Cerulean for a girl?!” both May and Max said in
unison.
“Yes, a girl so important she’s worth putting his life-long
dream on hold”
No I think you got me
all wrong
I don’t regret this life
I chose for me
But these places and
these faces are
Getting old
‘I was never a really good friend to her, I wonder why she stuck
with me’ Ash pondered on the plan. ‘I always ignored her suggestions,
and we were ALWAYS arguing. But I really always cared about her…a little…I
guess’ he sighed impatiently and looked out the window, ‘Sheesh, when is
this plan going to land. WHAT!! It’s only been thirty minutes!! AWWWW MAN!’
The
miles are getting longer it seems
The
closer I get to you,
I’ve
not always been the best friend
Or
man to you,
But
your love makes it true,
And
I don’t know why, you always seem to
Give
me another try.
So
I’m going home,
Back
to the place where I belong
And
where your love has always been,
Enough
for me.
It was one of those days
again, one of the god-I-miss-him-so-much-all-I-want-to-do-is-curl-up-on-the-coach-with-his-old-hat-and-his-jacket-and-wish-he-was-here
days. But she had a gym to run, pokemon to train, and feed. Not to mention
challengers to defeat.
Misty sighed and plopped
down on the sofa, his old hat was firmly on her head and she was holding his
old blue and white jacket. She smiled down at the old piece of clothing, and
smoothed a wrinkle on the sleeve. She had asked Mrs. Ketchum if she could have
his old things the day she had bought the new ones. Ash of course didn’t know,
she had requested that Mrs. Ketchum keep it between the two of them.
The doorbell rang, “Huh,
wonder who that could be,” she murmured. She was half way to the door when she
realized she was still wearing his hat. She turned it backward, hoping it would
fool, Tracey, Professor Oak, or whoever it was.
Misty opened the door, and
came face to face with a rugged boyish smile that belonged to a kid with a
pikachu on his head. Her eyes widened, and just as he began saying ‘hi’, she
slowly closed the door. She turned and leaned against it for support.
“Misty? Misty, open up!” He called confused. After pinching herself several times, just to make sure. Misty opened the door again, and jumped into his arms. She even managed to knock Pikachu off balance. She buried her face into his shoulder, and breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne. Misty felt his strong arms embrace her.
“Yeah, I missed you too Misty,” He whispered. She smiled at his voice, God she loved his voice.
“Hey, Misty I have to tell you a secret,” He murmured, pulling away just enough to see her face. ‘IS THAT MY HAT!! No, no stay focused Ketchum’
“I love you,” Ash whispered in her ear. Misty’s heart stopped. Pikachu grinned from the sidelines. Ash waited hoping beyond hope that he would soon hear those three short words again.
“I love you too…Ash,” She mumbled against his lips before kissing him.
He was finally home.
A/N: Ok the song is Home by Daughtry, and yes I know its not the whole song but the entire thing didn’t fit *shrug* Review Please!! I like criticism so if you gotz a suggestion…no flames though you gotta give me a reason why its bad (if it is) I wanna give a big THANKS to everyone who reviewed my other story :)