Disclaimer thingo: I don’t own pokemon or any of the characters… yet. But there’s always hope… right?

 

 

 

It’s written from Misty’s point of view.

 

On with the story.

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I think I like Ash.

I don’t know why but I think I do, maybe it’s his hair or that stupid laugh or maybe it’s just the way he trains his pokemon with such passion.

Anyway I guess that’s why I’m here now, sitting in this café waiting. But the odd thing is I’m not waiting for whom you probably think, I’m waiting for Gary Oak, ash’s rival.

Now don’t go jumping to conclusions! I’m not trying to make Ash jealous or anything. I don’t think it would work anyway; sometimes he’s just so dense it’s infuriating. Anyway that’s kind of why I’m here you see I found out something interesting, I don’t know anything about Ash, well nothing personal at least. I don’t know his favourite song or his favourite colour, I don’t know who his old friends were or the things he used to do in Pallet, he doesn’t talk about that stuff, he only talks about pokemon and becoming the best.

And that’s why I’m meeting Gary I want to find out more about Ash, so I called Ash’s mum (without his knowledge) and she told me I should talk to Gary, it was strange when I asked her questions she acted like she didn’t know all that much about her son.

I hear the sound of a bell chime as the door swings open and the one and only Gary Oak sweeps into the café, I always wonder how he walks with such confidence, or is it arrogance I can never tell. No cheerleaders today, odd.

Gary glances around then gracefully slips into the chair across from me.

“Misty.” He acknowledges.

Oh my god he knows my name. What a snob, I’ve decided that that confidence must be arrogance.

“Gary.” I say trying to copy his expression.

He frowns at me but leans over and opens the bag he’s carrying with him.

I must say I’m surprised when he reaches over and pulls out a scrapbook.

I lean forwards, “what’s that?”

Gary smiles at me, strange he almost looks sad. He rests the book on the white tablecloth and closes his bag before looking back at me.

He bites his lip nervously and opens the book, the first page is a newspaper cut out of an article.

I read the title upside down, ‘boy wonder in Pallet.’

Gary begins to speak, “Ash wasn’t always like he is now.”

“What do you mean?”

Gary turns the book around so I can see the picture. My mouth falls open in shock, under the photo of a small skinning boy with black hair reads the title, ‘Ash Ketchum six year old wonder child helps in the programming of a new pokedex program.’

I blink, “What?”

Gary pulls the book back and turns the page, “Ash and I weren’t always rivals, when he was younger Ash was smart, really smart, as in reading at an adult level when he was four smart.”

I stare at Gary trying to digest this information, “Ash is a genius, are we talking about the same Ash here?”

Gary laughs lightly, “yeah, it’s the same Ash.”

I watch as he turns the pages slowly revealing more articles that read along the lines of, ‘chess campion at seven’ ‘pallets wiz kid does it again’ ‘another trophy for young Ash’

“You see Ash used to come over all the time, we were really good friends even though the mental difference, to me I just thought he was smart, it took me a long time to realise just how smart he was. He used to come over all the time to gramps place he was nuts about pokemon, and loved helping with them, we both used to. I can always remember he always used to talk about the stars, planets and pokemon that was what he liked, he even had this theory for a while that pokemon came from space, he wanted to grow up to be a pokemon trainer more than anything in the world. But Ash was always expected to become great, like become a scientist or a doctor, you know, people wanted him to do something great for humanity and all that, not a common pokemon trainer.”

I nod, I can’t believe he’s telling me this, it can’t be true not about Ash I mean I’ve know Ash for nearly four years and even though I kinda like him, he isn’t exactly what I’d call bright.

“I think it was the stress that got to him, everyone wanted him to be better and study all the time, his mum got worried about him always in his room with books and his computer.”

Gary paused then turned the page, “I guess that’s why he ran away.”

I look at the article, ‘Missing: Ash Ketchum lost!’

“I still remember that day, the whole town went out searching for him. His mum never stopped crying into gramps shirt, he was only ten.”

“Gary turned the page, they found him after three days. He wasn’t looking too good. They took him to the hospital. But when he woke up he didn’t know where he was, I remember I was there with Gramps and his mum, he stared crying. And he never ever cried he used to say that sadness was just a state of mind.

They took him in for all these tests and things, and they said the results showed he had total amnesia due to a fall he took in the woods.”

“Amnesia?” I hear myself say, “As in he forgot everything?”

Gary nodded, “he could read and write, but he didn’t know his name or his mum or anything, but he still knew basic things how to take care of himself and everything, he just wasn’t the same. I didn’t get to talk to him anymore, he dropped out of school and lived at home, his mum still came over but he didn’t.” Gary wiped at his eyes, “I lost my best friend.”

I suddenly felt so sorry for Gary if this was true and it certainly seemed to be, than that meant he and Ash used to be close it must have been hard for him to have suddenly become his rival.

Gary seemed to compose himself and continue, “I heard later that he was going to become a pokemon trainer, just like he had always wanted to. It was then that I decided that’s what I was going to be one to. I met him the first day of the journey and he didn’t recognise me at all, he said something like ‘aren’t you Gary Oak.’ It was like he never knew me at all.” Said Gary gloomily.

Gary turned the book so I could read the article, ‘from promise to pokemon.’ The whole thing was about Ash and his accident and how it was so disappointing that such a bright kid had become a trainer. I felt like ripping that article up, how terrible, they were trashing the whole pokemon profession.

“Gary closed the book and that’s it, I know you wanted to know more about Ash, but I can’t tell you anything about him because I don’t know anymore, you and that other guy are the first people Ash really associated with after his accident so you two should know more about him than anyone.

I smiled at Gary, and covered his hand with mine. “You know Gary the Ash I know and the one you did maybe different, but I’m sure the two of you could still be friends.”

Gary nodded, “you know I always wonder if Ash ever got his memory back you know, sometimes people with amnesia do.”

I shook my head, “he might, but Ash has never been exactly smart through all the time I’ve known him.”

Gary smiles and stands, “well it’s getting dark you better get back to where your going.”

I nod and stand too. He’s, right it is getting dark and I have to get back to our camp quickly.

I leave and head away from town to the woods.

 

When I arrive at our camp the fire is burning Brock appears to be asleep, where as Ash is lying flat on his back in the grass gently stocking the sleeping pikachu on his stomach.

Quietly I walk up and lie down next to him, “what are you doing Ash?” I ask.

Ash is quiet for a moment he seems to be in deep thought, “I’m looking at the universe, do you know it’s still expanding slowly getting bigger and bigger all the time?” he says suddenly.

I turn my head and look at him, “no, I didn’t.”

“I makes you feel so small, I guess that’s why we have to make do with the time we have here and not waste it doing things that would make us unhappy.”

He turns and looks at me he deep amber eyes staring into mine.

“Can I ask you some questions Ash?” I ask softly

He nods, “What’s you favourite colour?”

He laughs “orange, just like your hair.”

“What’s your favourite song?”

“I want to be the very best.”

I pause and think, “Can you remember being six years old?”

Ash grins at me, “I’ll never forget, I can’t forget anything, it’s all up here he taps his head.”

I stare at him thinking about his words, ‘we can’t waste the time we have here being unhappy’. “Ash, I think I like you. Do you like me?”

Ash brushed his gloveless hand against my cheek, “I don’t like you, I love you misty, I do now and I always will.”

He leans over and brushes the softest kiss on my lips then climbs to his feet taking the slumbering pikachu with him as he goes.

I watch stunned at he crawls into his sleeping bag.

I rise and take of my shoes before slipping into my own sleeping bag.

He looks at me, “So how’s Gary going?”

“He misses you.”

“I miss him to, I should tell him sometime.”

I smile, “hey Ash,”

“Yeah?”

“I love you to.”

“I know.”

 

 

 

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Interesting, isn’t it… well if it’s not interesting it’s definitely odd.

 

In case anyone is wondering Ash supposedly faked the whole amnesia thing so that the people wouldn’t object to him becoming a trainer as much. And being so smart he knows exactly how to act and think so no one would ever suspect and he could be truly happy. And he spied on Misty and Gary so when she came back he knew that she knew.

 

 

 

 

Anyway, reviews are welcome good or bad I don’t mind… please review or send me an email telling me what you thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you if you have read this far.