Saving lives, finding love
Trainer 123456

Pokemon is not mine, nor will it ever be.
This is my first fic in awhile so bear with me here. (in this fic, I have 
flint as a step father)

Ash:13
Misty:13
Brock:18


	And there they were. Ash and misty were finally together. how did it 
happen? Family and friends say it is because of brock. But misty knows 
better. She was there.

~flashback~

They were walking along. Everything was peaceful. Until....

“ash you dolt! How could we get lost? And in a forest too? I bet you planned 
this to make me mad or something! Well it worked!” misty screamed.

“oh of course you highness! I live to make you unhappy, why don’t I put a 
bug in your backpack next, hmm?” ash replied sarcastically.

“you better not! If you do, I will kill you!” she stated almost demonically.

Brock was quiet this whole time.

“uh, brock? Are you okay?” ash asked, “you usually try to stop us by now.”

“… I’m just tired, that’s all” he replied flatly.

“are you sure? I mean, you’ve been quiet a lot lately” ash inquired.

“y-yea, i-I’m fine” brock stuttered.

Although misty knew why, she didn’t say a word.

A few nights ago, misty and brock were both up while ash was sleeping.

It seems to be that brock’s father had died when he was little and his 
mother just recently committed suicide. Both his grandparents were murdered 
too. Brock had no family left. His brothers and sisters all left with flint. 
Brock felt really alone. He too had thought about killing himself.

After an awkward silence, misty spoke up.

“we should set up camp here guys, it is getting late”

“she’s right, it is getting dark” ash agreed.

“whatever” brock said.

~after dinner~

“hey brock, do you want to help me train for the indigo league?” ash asked.

“uuuh… ok, sure” brock replied.

“alright, pikachu, you’re up” ash said to his pika-pal.

“ok, I choose, zubat” brock said as he threw the pokeball.

“that’s a weird choice” ash thought.

“alright, zubat, supersonic, then, follow up with a wing attack!” brock 
ordered.

“pikachu, dodge then use thunderbolt!” ash commanded.

Pikachu did so, and the battle was over quickly.

“yes! Good job pikachu,” ash complimented, “good, match brock” ash said.

“yea right” brock said sulkily.

~later that night~

Brock grabbed misty and pulled her behind a tree.

”brock? What the heck are you doing?” misty asked surprised.

“I need to talk to you. To-tomorrow when we get to indigo stadium, I am 
going to k-kill myself, but please don’t tell ash” he said looking at his 
feet.

“why are you telling me this?” misty asked.

“because, I wanted to tell someone. It was killing me on the inside. And 
besides, you and I are really close friends” he said looking up at her.

“ok…… but brock, please reconsider” she asked.

“I’ll think about it” he said as he left back to the camp.

Then the day came. They were at the stadium.

“are you still going through with it?” misty asked.

“yes, but I will miss you and ash a lot” he said sadly.

“is there any way I can stop you” she asked.

“no, I have to do this” he replied.

Then he left. Brock went into the men’s bathroom and took out his knife.

“hey misty, I’ll be right back. Can you sign me in please?” ash asked the 
girl.

“y-yea, i-I, I’ll do that” she said, her voice shaky.

“mist, are you okay?” ash wondered.

But she ran to the sign in.

Ash headed for the bathroom. When he got there, he saw brock head into a 
stall with a knife.

“brock, what are you doing” ash asked as he neared the stall.

But when ash reached it, he saw.

“what the hell are you doing?” ash yelled.

Before brock could answer, ash drug him out of the bathroom to the center of 
the hallway. Misty heard all the commotion, and headed to the boys.

“oh no, brock, ash, what happened?” she asked the two fighting boys.

“brock was about to kill himself!” ash said as he pinned brock.

“well, why do you care? All you care about is your pokemon!” yelled at ash, 
“let me do this, I have no family left, why should I keep living?” he 
sobbed.

Ash knew what he was talking about, when he and misty were talking, he would 
sorta spy on them.

“just because you father killed himself and your stepfather is a jerk? What 
the hell. My father left me and my mother when I was two. He would beat her 
and threaten to kidnap me. And u know what, my mother got married to a guy 
who is a jerk! He was an alcoholic, and he would beat me. Not my mom, me. 
And guess what. They divorced and it’s my fault! My grandparents hate me and 
my whole life I have dreamed of being a pokemon master. But now look at me. 
I can barely even battle without your support. All you have is family 
issues, but did u ever, once in your life, have to deal with the fact that 
the love of your life is standing right behind you, and they will never know 
how you feel, and they will never feel the same? No, you didn’t. well, look 
at me. I have to cope with the fact that I fell in love wit ha girl who will 
be leaving after the competition. So you know what, if anybody here has a 
reason to die, it’s me”

Ash said all this while slowly crying.

This whole time everyone was staring in shock. Especially misty.

“o yea, well, did u ever do this”? brock asked as he showed ash his arm. It 
had cuts and scars.

“no, worse” ash showed brock both of his arms they had cuts, bruises, and 
scars. Then, he lifted up his shirt. And all over his chest and abdomen were 
cuts.

“you see brock, I have hurt my self in many ways, but never once tried to 
kill myself” ash said ash he put his jacket back on.

“oh my God, ash!” misty yelled, “what have you been doing to yourself?” she 
asked frantically.

“it’s nothing” he coldly replied. He had stopped crying and was now heading 
back to the pokemon center.

After the competition, ash had been in the top 5. it wasn’t good enough.

he went back to the pokemon center and went into his room. he pulled out his 
pocket knife and made another mark on his arm.

“I guess I am still here” he said to himself.

Then. Misty walked in.

“what the hell, ash, what are you doing?” she asked the spiky haired boy.

“why would you care?” he asked, turning away from her.

“because, you are my friend and I hate seeing you do this to yourself” she 
replied.

Ash sat down on the bed. He pulled his cap over his face so that misty 
wouldn’t see him crying.

She sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“ash, it’s okay, you can talk to me” she said reassuringly.

That is exactly what he did. He told her everything from the beginning.

...

“and that’s when I met you when u fished me out of the river, I remember 
that day so clearly. It was the day I fell in love with you...” not 
realizing what he had said, he kept going.

But she stopped him.

“what did you say?” she asked, “were you serious, o you really love me?”

“what? What are you talking about I ne-“ he stopped as he just noticed that 
he said he loved her. He was caught.

“ash?” she asked.

“crap, she got me” he thought to himself.

“y-yea?” he stuttered.

“do you love me?” she asked keeping eye contact with the nervous boy.

“i-uh... y-yea, uh...*gulp* I LOVE YOU OKAY? I CANT’ HELP IT!” he randomly 
blurted out.

He got up and started walking away, but was stopped when a pair of arms 
circled around him and held him.

“I love you too” was all misty could say.

ash turned around, “you do?”

“of course silly, I always have, and always will” she said still hugging 
him.

Ash smiled, they both started leaning forward until their lips met in a 
passionate embrace. They both knew that from then on, they would be together 
forever.

A few years later, brock was found dead on a floor wit ha pill bottle in his 
hand. Ash and misty were hit hard, but managed to get through.

So that is the REAL story of how ash and misty got together. thanks to  
brock.











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I want to shorten it up. I’ll try to update soon.