Diary part 3: Not One to Trust



Dear Diary, Ash wrote.


	I just met this guy named Jordan Yale.  The way he smiled
when he shook my hand, though, gave me an unsure feeling of him being
around Misty.  Or Brock, or Pikachu, and as I would never admit it...even me.
He's taking us to the fair tomorrow, so I can't judge him until I see what he's
like.  And Diary, you know that I do not accept people that I extremely hate
to even be around me.  If they're worse than Gary, that is.  But I know Gary.
I don't know Jordan.

	Future Pokemon Master, 13-year-old Ash Ketchum





Ash told Misty to come in when he heard her knocking on the door.

"Pikachu misses you, ya know," Misty said.  "Ever since you dropped it
off at that Research Centre to discover whatever attack he fired in your
last match, it's been concerned about you," Misty said.

"We'll go get Pikachu before the fair," Ash said.  "The Research Centre is
only about a 15-minute walk away."

"But they haven't finished--"

"If my Pikachu misses me, then I'm going to go see him no matter what," Ash
said.

Misty smiled, but wondered what it would sound like if he said a human's
name in the place of the word Pikachu, and a female pronoun in the place
of the word 'him'.

"No wonder your pokemon love you so much.  Hey--what's that?" Misty asked.

"Huh?  ...Nothing, just a little book," Ash said, putting it under his bed.

"Oh."

"Misty?  How did you meet this little 'Jordan' guy anyway?"

'I knew he was going to say something about him,' Misty thought.  "Well,
we had just met today.  Way early.  I was going to Pallet Park Tower
to see the sunrise, and he was up there, too, and we just started talking,
and I went home, and I saw him again when I followed you to the park,
and...that's when you two met," she said.

"How old is he?"

'How did I know that he was going to ask that too?' Misty thought.
"Seventeen."

"Woah!"

"Ash, just because he's four years older than the both of us doesn't mean
that we can't all be friends!  You let me be friends with Brock!"

"True, I guess..."

"Give him a chance.  Stop being jealous."

"All right.  You're right, I should stop being--HUH?!"

Misty giggled.  "You're acting like it."

"Whatever.  I'm just making sure my friends are safe, that's all."

Misty smiled again.  "Thanks, but I'm sure we're all fine.  Ash,
did you know that I--"

"Kids, it's time to go to bed," Delia said, opening the door, looking
weary, torn-up and tired.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Ash asked, full of concern as he ran up to
his mother.

"I'm just tired.  I haven't had sleep in days and you two aren't making
it any better for me.  They got a cure for insomnia now, you know.  I
just got it, and I'd like to spend my first night of sleep peacefully ...
please ... " she said, yawning.

"Sure, Mom," Ash said, smiling.  "Well, goodnight, Misty."

"Goodnight, Ash.  Sweet dreams.  Emphasis on 'sweet'," she said,
remembering about Ash having a bad dream.

Ash smiled again (that's a lot of smiling from the two, huh!) and
turned to bed.  Both girls quietly walked out of the room.

THE NEXT MORNING...

"PIKAPI!" the rodent squeaked happily, jumping into its trainer's
arms.

"Hey, Pikachu!  I missed you, too," he said.

"Pikachu, pika pipikachu!" he said sadly.

"No, don't worry about that, Pikachu.  It's all right.  We'll figure
out what that attack was."

"Chu pika pikapi?"

"Promise."

"Pi pika pichu chu-PI pika, chupi pikachu!"

"Uh ... I can't promise THAT ..."

Misty was quite interested in Ash's and Pikachu's little
conversation.  "What's it saying?" she wondered aloud.

"Pikachu asked me if I could promise that I would be
the one to figure out his unusual attack," Ash said.

"How can you understand it?"

As they walked back to Pallet, Ash simply said, "For one,
I've been with Pikachu since the day I met you, and that's
about 3 years.  So we can understand each other pretty well.  I can
even understand you sometimes," he said.  "...But not as well
as Pikachu."

"Really?"

"Yeah, kind of."

By the time they got through talking, they saw Jordan standing
right in front of the park gates.

"I'm paying for you guys....  ...Where's Brock?" he asked.

"Brock got sick," Misty said.

"Yeah, sick so he could go to Nurse Joy," Ash added.

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

"Well, here we are," Jordan said, walking with them to the fair.

"ROLLERCOASTER!" was the first word that came out of Ash's mouth as
he jumped in line.  But the line was incredibly long.  He poked a girl's
shoulder ahead of him, hoping to ask her to save his spot for him.

"Excuse me, Miss, but could you please--"  Ash stopped, amazed at her
beauty.  Short, blond hair that curled around her face, long, blond hair
in the back that went down to the bottom of her back, big, blue eyes,
tannish-white skin, and a figure that must've had at least 5 curves.

"Yes?" she asked.

"N-never ... *gulps* ...mind..." he said shakily.

She giggled.  "What's wrong?"

Ash shook his head 'nothing'.  'Damn, is she beautiful!' he thought.

"My name's Rina.  What's yours?"

"A-Ash ... Ash Ket-...chum..."

"You know, they've really got a long line, Ash," she said, "and by my
measurements, the line will cut off right before you.  Would you like
to sit with me?" she asked.

Ash's heart almost bursted.  He didn't even know this princess, and
she was asking him to sit with her?

"Sure.." he said.

So, happily, when it was their turn up, the girl hopped into the seat.
Ash just opened the little door and got in.  There was a whole round
small room they were put in for the ride, just for ensurance of safety
if the seatbelt collapses when they go upside-down.  So, there was
something like a roof over Ash and Rina's head.

"So, Ash," Rina said as they were shut in, "do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Y-yeah," he gulped.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she asked, edging closer to him.

Ash didn't even notice that he was scooting away from her.  "Uh..."

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" she asked, laying one of her legs
on his lap.

"I ...don't even... know you!" he said.

"Ash," she said in a teasing tone, fiddling with his pants--

"Get off me, bitch!" he yelled, slapping her hand off.

Ash opened the door just before they started the ride and
hopped out.  Rina hopped out with him.

"I don't understand, Ash!  You were looking at me like you
wanted me!"

Now, Ash and Rina stood in front of each other, arguing.

"I don't even know who the hell you are!"

"So!  That doesn't mean anything!"

"You're one of those people who don't care about themselves,
aren't you," Ash said, his face softening a little.

"What do you mean?  I have great personal hygiene, I clean
up, I cook, I--"

"No, I mean that you don't really care if you get diseases or
get pregnant at the age you look like you are or--"

"You've got diseases?"

"No, I don't," Ash said, "but I'm talking about with anyone
else."

"I have condoms," she said.

"What if someday that condom happened to bust?"

"Bust?  Then I'll take a birth control pill!"

"But what about that someone else's disease?  You can't
stop that.  What if it was something other than a virus
that you can get vaccine for?"

"I ... I ... w'll ... I ... uh ... I'll......um.."  Rina looked down, empty
of answers.  When she looked back up, Ash had walked away.
"Thanks," she whispered, thinking about that lesson.

When Ash looked up, also, he saw Misty clapping.

"Nice speech, Ash!  I didn't know you knew so much about ...
well ... you know, the SE side-wards cross   word," Misty said.

"There are some things that people aren't supposed to know about
me," Ash said quietly.

"What?  I didn't hear you, Ash."

"Huh?  Nothing!  I didn't say anything," he lied nervously.  "Where's
Jordan anyway?"

"He's on the phone, checking up on our YMCA reservations," Misty said.

"YMCA?"

"It stands for Young Men's Christian Association.  But women go there,
too," Misty said.

"Why's he making reservations for that?"

"'Cause we're going there, after the fair.  It's just a swimming pool, locker
rooms, a basketball court, an aerobics room, and a workout room," she said.

"Oh."

At the ping-pong-part of the fair...

"So," Jordan said, "what's your middle name?"

"I don't have one," she said, "but my legal name is Kasumi, meaning Mist.
Ash calls me that."

"Kasumi?"

"No, Mist."

"Oh...well, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Um ... Jordan, I think my hands are getting tired," Misty said, catching
the ball and putting her paddle down.

Jordan went over to her side and started massaging her hands.

"Thanks ... I've heard of massaging hands, but I never thought of 'hand'
massaging," Misty said, smiling.

"Trust me," he said, whispering into her ear, "any part of the body can be
massaged ..."

Misty gulped, knowing exactly what he meant.  "Um ... I think Ash is calling
us ..."

"I don't hear anything.  Misty, let me ask you again.  Do you have a boyfriend?"

Misty just walked over to Ash, who was at the next stand, the Ice Cream Stand.

"Ash, are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, are you?"

"Yeah.  Let's just go swimming," Misty said.

Jordan growled.  "Well, let's go," he said reluctantly.

AT THE YMCA...

In the locker room, Misty took off her shirt and put on her swimming top.
Just as she unzipped her shorts...

"Hey," a deep voice said, right behind her.

Misty jumped at least ten feet.  The voice surprised her, since no one else
was there in the locker room.  It was Jordan.

"Jordan, can't you read?  This is the girl's locker room!  No boys!" she
shouted.

"Yeah, I know.  Misty, you never did answer my question..."

"If I have a boyfriend it surely wouldn't be you!" she snapped.

"And why not?"

"Because you're a jerk!  I can tell by now, and when we were playing
ping-pong!"

"Oh, Misty, you hurt my feelings," he said in a faked sad tone, walking
up to her.

"Get away from me!" she said, pushing him back.  "I'll scream!"

"That's not gonna stop me," Jordan said, walking up closer...

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Ash jumped, the wind-piercing sound almost breaking his eardrums.

'That's Misty!' he thought.  "Hey, guys, I'll train with you later... I gotta
go check up on somebody," Ash said, getting off the exercising machine.

But the men said nothing; they were speechless and stunned by how
many weights Ash could lift, considering his scrawny figure especially.

IN THE LOCKER ROOM...

"Get off of me!" she shouted, kicking and screaming and yelling and
punching and so forth, desperately trying to keep him from raping her.

"Shut up, bitch!  The only thing I've done so far was take off your pants,
I haven't even done any harm to you!"

Misty cried silently.  Maybe her screams didn't work...

She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain that she thought would come...

But after about two seconds, the weight of Jordan's body was gone off of
hers, and she felt cold...

She kept her eyes closed, but heard some punches and things shattering,
thuds, and continuous cursing from the voice to Jordan, and from Jordan
back to the voice, cursing words of defense.

She slowly opened her eyes.  She looked around the locker room, and saw
Ash kick Jordan in the gut one last time.  Jordan was laying on the ground,
bruised and bloody.

"Ash ..."

Ash jumped at her voice, and turned back to Misty.

Misty was crying still.  She was still naked.

"I'm so sorry, Ash ... I never knew this would happen ..."

Ash just helped her up, and was surprised when Misty threw her arms
around him and held him tight.  "I'm so sorry," she choked, crying into
his chest.  Ash held her back.

"It's all right.  It's not your fault.  You'll be okay, I promise..." he whispered.
He kissed her forehead.

Misty felt so safe and warm in his arms.  The only time she separated from
him was to get dressed.

After they called the police, and settled it out in court a few days later,
Misty and Ash went home to tell the news to Brock...


TO BE CONTINUED...