Authors Notes: I’m a music lover, so I decided to make another AAML story that 
involves music. After a fight in the woods and a lot of thinking time, Ash walks in on 
Misty erotically dancing to her iPod. Embarrassed, Misty decides to spy on him and see 
what secrets he has. But when Ash’s secrets spill out, Misty might be stumbling as well. 
Once again, all kinds of critiques are welcome.

Until next time…

SHADOW

WARNING: Rated PG-15 for mild language, suggestive themes, and sexual humor and 
content. You have been warned

Musical Muse
Ch. 1: A Fight’s Ripple


    The forest is one of the most peaceful places on this planet. Of course, if you are a 
twenty-year-old man listening to two teens arguing at the top of their lungs, it is not 
going to be that peaceful. Brock, the oldest and the weariest of the group of three, 
decided to stop in his tracks and move to a stump, sitting down to take the weight off his 
sore feet. He sighed for the seventh time in two minutes.
    
    ‘All this yelling just ‘cause her music was too loud,’ he thought as he looked over to 
the still bickering teens through his narrow eyes. The two, a young, pretty girl with a 
temper that matches her short, fiery hair, and a raven-haired boy, the youngest of the trio 
and the most competitive, were now arguing for more than an hour and a half, a new 
record for them.
    
    “All I asked, Misty, was for you to turn the damn thing down to where I couldn’t hear 
it from half a mile away!”
    
    “Well, why don’t you just ignore it?!” The redhead challenged as she folded her arms 
over her yellow cut off t-shirt.
    
    “Well, for one thing,” the boy said as he adjusted his favorite cap, “It’s pretty hard to 
ignore something when it’s so loud that I can’t hear myself think!”
    
    “Oh, wow, Ash! I didn’t know that you had the mental power to actually conceive a 
thought!” Sarcasm would be an understatement to the tone that Misty put in her sentence.
    
    Now Ash was upset. “And I don’t know how your scrawny legs can keep you upright, 
but at least I keep my mouth shut about it!”
    
    And so begins another round in their verbal match. Brock heard something plop down 
next to him and sigh. Not surprisingly, it was Pikachu, Ash’s electric mouse Pokemon. 
He had been in his master’s backpack for the beginning of the fight, but since had been 
annoyed about the humans’ ridiculous little spat.
    
    Brock turned to the little saffron mouse. “All this ‘cause Misty wouldn’t turn down 
her iPod, huh?”
    
    “Pi-pika,” Pikachu chuckled sadly as Misty held up the mentioned item.
    
    “Oh, stop being such a baby, Ash; it wasn’t that loud.”
    
    Ash laughed in disbelief. “Not that-? It was friggin’ loud, Misty!”
    
    “It was not!”
    
    “It was too!”
    
    “It was not!”
    
    “It was too!”
    
    “Was not!”
    
    “Was too!”
    
    “Was not!”
    
    “Was too!”
    
    “NOT!!!”
    
    “TOO!”
    
    Pikachu had had enough. He quickly gathered electricity from the red sacs on his 
cheeks and shot it towards the two quibblers, where it made contact, causing them scream 
in shock (no pun intended) and fall to the ground.
    
    Brock was relieved that the other two were still conscious. He didn’t want to carry 
them to the Pokemon Center like last time (Pikachu had a very bad cold). Of course, that 
was months ago. Now, as Brock thinks about it as he helps the younger ones up, it had 
been a while since Ash and Misty had gotten this far into a fight. Deciding that they 
should get moving to Celadon City before dark, the four of them took some time to drink 
some water and started on the forest path again.
    
    Meanwhile, the dusty wheels of Ash‘s mind started to turn. ‘Wow, that was the 
longest fight we had in a while, huh? But why, as soon as we started it, did I regret it? 
Misty seemed to be holding back. Why was she? Wait, why am I worrying about how 
Misty felt about this? Why have I been thinking about her for the longest time? It’s 
confusing…I’ll figure it out at the Pokemon Center. I just hope that they got my package. 
I’ll know that the others will want it, even if they don’t know.’
    
    Misty’s thoughts were somewhat similar to Ash’s ‘Why didn’t I go all out? Normally, 
we would go on and on until one of us said something cruel and the fight would end 
there, but this time we would change the subject before it got serious. All I could think 
about during the whole fight was not to hurt Ash. Last time I said something very bad, 
and he said that he wanted to get to bed early and left to his tent. After Brock and went to 
our tents, he came out of his, sat by the dying fire, and cried. I remember how bad and 
regret I felt…Hey! Why am I thinking about Ash so much? He started this fight, so it’s 
his fault! Besides, I was beginning to sound like I like him…oh crap, I had to say that, 
didn’t I? I’ll sort this out once I get a nice, soft comfy bed at the Pokemon Center.’
    
    Pikachu, on the other hand, knew exactly what was going on. Thanks to his ability to 
smell pheromones, he knew that the two were smitten about each other. Fear was also 
coming from both of them too, along with something Pikachu didn’t expect: the fight 
somewhat aroused Misty, giving the poor Pokemon more than what he bargained for.
    
    ‘I’ll never understand human courting rituals,’ he chuckled to himself as he jumped 
into his master’s backpack and waited for them to reach Celadon, where he got the 
feeling that something good and bad was going to happen.
    
    
    Author’s Notes: End of Chapter 1. Have you ever noticed that some men and women 
get turned on during an argument? To me, that’s kind of disturbing, but I put it in here 
anyway. What exactly is Ash’s package? Even I don’t know; while I do have a general 
plot, I’m wingin’ this story; I like the turnout, though, so I’m gonna stay wingin’ it.
    
    Until next time…